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sunshine-theseus · 3 months

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Media Day | Platonic!Aitana Bonmati x Reader

Words: 1.2k Summary: everyone hates when you two get paired up on media day – please I know they didn’t score against Wolfsburg in the particular game mentioned, pretend they did Requested by @onandkfk - i'm sorry this isn't as good as i was hoping it to be but i hope you like it!

Media days could be tough. Interviewers or challenges could be awkward and sometimes you just don’t click with the people around you. Obviously all of the team worked well with each other, but if there were bad vibes from the visitors it threatened to ruin everything.

That’s why you and Aitana paired up whenever you could. And people hated it.

The two of you were rather respectful, reserved in comparison to the general Barcelona Femení image. Well that was before you discovered how much you enjoyed each other’s company.

You joined Barcelona from Atletico Madrid in 2020 as somewhat of a ‘child prodigy’. It left a sour taste in many people’s (fans) mouths, leaving one of Barca’s biggest rivals of the time only to join the ‘enemy’. You were too nervous to put yourself out there in a team like Barcelona, not knowing many of them despite having just had your first national team, so the first week or so was rather lonely. When not training, your head was buried in a book with headphones perched over your ears, or homework resting on your lap.

Eventually Aitana extended a hand to you in training, taking you under her wing. Being 16 at the time, you became basically stitched to her side. Jona tried to separate you when he first became head coach, despite having been witnessing your sibling like relationship as assistant coach for months beforehand, but quickly found there was no use. You worked well with everyone, often spending time with Mapi and Alexia or Clàudia when Aitana had something else to do, but you always found your way back to her at the end of the day.

It was a similar situation on media days. Everyone got paired up or rotated between a few people, you and Aitana included, but you always managed to find a way to pair up or sit and watch each other for majority of the day.

“Please don’t pair me up with them again Jona, please. Put Keira with them, it’s like a group of siblings when they’re together.” You let out a giggle as Patri begs to be switched out for the game.

“It’s just a little ‘who knows who better’ challenge, how bad can it be?” a hand lands sympathetically on her shoulder before he takes his leave for a press conference about tomorrow’s UWCL game against Benfica.

The midfielder takes a seat to the left of Aitana, and jokingly wipes her hands against her shorts.

“Estoy muy nervosa entre estas dos” (I’m very nervous between these two) she lets out a breathy laugh, looking down the lens of the camera as a silent plea of help as our voices muddle together in protest.

“¿Por qué? ¡Nosotras somos como ángeles Patri!” (Why? We are like angels Patri!)

“No hay razón para estar!” (there is no reason to be!)

“You will find a way to traumatise me I swear. But let’s get this over with!”

“Hola culers! I am Patri.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“… and Aitana Bonmatí?” laughs break out from the whole crew, including you and Patri, as Aitana’s face twists in confusion toward you.

“Well I wasn’t going to say your name for you was I?”

“I thought you were saying both… let’s go again.” A chuckle slips out before you try to redo the intro.

“Hi! I am Patri Guijarro.”

“I’m Y/N L/N”

“And Aita-” she cuts herself off and begins to laugh again, falling against your side.

“Qué poco profesional, verdad?” (so unprofessional right?) you stare directly into the camera before looking for a joking confirmation from Patri and the camera crew, who all nod in agreement.

“Sí, stick to fútbol.” You pat her on the back before trying the introduction again. Four more times.

“What was Y/N’s first start for Barcelona? And when?” you send Aitana a playful look as Patri reads the question off the card.

“You better know this Tana or we may have a problem. We had our first link up on the pitch during this game, it was a banger goal.”

“No I know. Of course I know.” She scribbles something down on the whiteboard.

“3, 2, 1. Times up, I hope you know the answer for your own sake Aitana.” Patri glances over at the older girl’s board and snickers.

“Ay she got it wrong heh? She has very poor memory.”

“I do not! Stop lying to everyone.”

“Okay okay Aitana what did you write?” shamefully, she flips her board around.

“Real Madrid, January 2021.” Your mouth falls open and your eyes bulge out of your head.

“Tana! My first start was against Wolfsburg in the UWCL semi-final in August 2020. You lobbed the ball from the mid-line and I headed it straight passed the goalie. I can’t believe you don’t remember that! Your age really is making you forget things.” A poor replication of a solemn expression is plastered on your face while Aitana tries defends herself.

“I have many of your achievements and milestones to remember hermanita! It is hard when you are such a successful player.” Despite Aitana referring to you has her little sister for quite some time, it manages to pull at your heart.

“I suppose I can excuse it this once.” With a roll of your eyes, you move onto the next question.

“How many major trophies does Aitana have? Country, club and junior and senior teams combined.”

“Dios mío, which ones doesn’t she have? You know I have to deep search our apartment once a week for her Ballon D’or so I can put it on display because she’s too modest to let everyone know how good she is?”

“It gets hidden right beside your 4 ‘TOTY’ player trophies from since you were 16.”

“I told you I would display them if we got a cat and you said ‘no I’m allergic’ so who’s fault is it really?”

“I cannot control my allergies, you bring half of Mapi’s cat back every time you visit them anyway, there is no need for our own cat.”

“I hate you.”

“Hermanita you say that every time I say no and yet you still make Miguelitos once a week because you found out they’re my favourite dessert.”

“Are you calling me a pushover Tana?”

“I’m not… not saying that.”

“Culo.” (ass) Aitana gasps dramatically and places a hand over her heart.

“You wound me Y/N.” you poke your tongue out at her then turn back to your whiteboard, writing down the answer.

“There is no way she knows this.”

“You doubt me Aitana?”

“Yo tambien para ser honesta.” (me too to be honest) the girls laugh to each other as they wait for you to finish with your suspiciously long answer for the question at hand. You don’t waste time in turning the board around to show the two midfielders and the cameras.

Jaws drop as they all read your answer.

“Thirty-one, and she named each of them. Aitana you need to step up your knowledge, this is crazy impressive.”

“How on earth do you know all that?”

“I care deeply about my friends, so much so that I’d get them a cat if they asked.” You glare at each other as Patri tries to end the video.

“Our winner is Y/N, with 5/5 questions right. Aitana you only got 3/5, you are a bad friend.”

“You tell her Patri!”

“What do I need to do to make the boasting end?”

“Make me fabada when we get home.”

“You hate me.”

“And yet you’ll still make it for me as I make your Miguelitos, so either both of us win or lose.”

“Bien hermanita.” She sighs but gives me a smile despite it.

“Gracias… loser.”

“I swear to go-”

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sergeifyodorov · 4 months

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would u do a little analysis of how each team has done so far this season … i trust ur opinions so much

EACH team okay... under the cut bc i am not subjecting the masses to 32 nasty little thots cody edition

Bruins: RIP patrice of course but the bruins are steamrolling as ever... i think that if there is any evidence of the universe simply not caring abt good things it is that the bruins slip and stumble and have some of their best players retired and still manage to put up a 50 win season every year. <- salty leafs fan but ANYHWAY the bruins are easily a Playoff Team. simply "there" 5v5, strong power play, they make their money off finishing (pastrnak you filthy animal) and goaltending (swaymark you filthy animals). they have been trending downwards of late so i'm not entirely sure of like their final standings place but with this kind of head start they're staying up.

Sabres: currently in what we the people call a "decade of darkness." might be a "two decades of darkness" if we're going to be honest. the active player with the most playoff points with the sabres is tyler myers. 7 points. yeah the tall one most famous for having a subreddit that posts the gamescore card every time he's on the bottom of the gamescore card. sabres are really hard to fix because their first real step to contention is "hoping devon levi turns out really good." not promising. bad enough that by selling a piece or two celebrini is in sight. maybe that'll help? a third 1OA?

Red Wings: presenting the mid-season Season Ruining Unforced Error Award early by saying: not that they were going to be as good as their first few games of sniping suggested, but signing patrick kane tanked any realistic hope they have of playoffs. is patrick kane good? he's actually alright. maybe this time the surgery worked. is the team made better by having him on it? it surely isn't! a few REALLY BADLY TIMED dylan larkin based misfortunes have made it go from bad to worse. they were in A2 like a month ago and now they're Out. strengths: finishing. weaknesses: everything else, including morale.

Panthers: okay you've probably clocked this by now but ive been Generally Salty so far and that is bc a) im easily tempted to haterhood and b) currently discussing each team in the atlantic which does nothing to make me less Tempted To Haterhood. that being said the panthers are Good and For Real About It. they can do everything except finish chances, which is fine when the other team has way fewer chances than you and your goalie doesn't let any of them in. fuck ALLL the way off. place your bets on these guys having a deep playoff run. cross your fingers for them not having a deep playoff run i can't stand chuckyposting again it's RAN ITS COURSE. (also: machuk is probably still injured and absolutely Not doing as well as he did the last few seasons. maybe because he's just not that kind of guy but it's probably at least mostly the broken chest thing)

Canadiens: they are bad EXCEPT when it comes to overtime + the shootout. also much like the sabres they're going nowhere fast. i expect at least one of their goalies to be gone at the deadline... furthermore i think ppl who are ragging on slaf's slow development are simply expecting all 1OAs to be like an auston or a connor type (pick your connor) where they come in and immediately adapt -- slaf rings very reminiscent of quinton byfield to me, who was picked 2OA in 2020 and is only now starting to break out. give him time he's a baby...

Senators: despite how much literally everyone talks up all their players constantly, they are not good either. like the sabres or the habs... atlantic is 4 teams in the genuine hunt, 3 teams who suck and have sucked forever and will suck forevermore, and the red wings who haven't made up their minds yet. the sens actually Do have a singular Biggest Problem though and that's goaltending, but they're not a good enough team otherwise that getting a quality goaltender is going to make them playoffs worthy, especially not in the very short (this-season) run.

Lightning: the lightning are weird to me because like i think they're still making up their mind as A People what they want to do. kucherov is the best player in the league rn, this is stamkos' ufa season and he hasn't been offered an extension, vasilevskiy is back and vasying his levskiy... i fully believe they have the capability of getting a playoff spot, maybe even A3 if they want. we've all seen them in the playoffs, we know how they can turn ~It~ on at will. as always they're a deeply mid 5v5 team powered by very strong special teams... the goaltending numbers say goaltending is shit but they've been playing in front of the genuinely unplayable jonas johansson most of the season so i think it'll be fine.

Maple Leafs: as the team ive watched the moast i can talk about these guys for evar so for all of our sanities i will be brief: Auston Matthews, Baby, Look At Him, That's Auston, Auston Motherfucking "Sexy Mustached Bitch" Matthews!!!!!!! powered by an extremely strong power play and very good offence, and defence and goaltending that is held together by Morgan Rielly and a dream. possibly the only reason they're in a playoff spot is the fact that martin jones didn't get claimed on waivers three months ago and i am being dead serious about that. for some reason they're at their best when they're down by two. they do really need both their #1 goalie to come back from injury and to make a splash for a genuine nhl-calibre defenceman, but they're stubbornly determined to win games even through nasty flu.

Hurricanes: their usual selves -- analytics darlings, can't buy a goal. this year they can't buy a save either -- Freddie is out with a medical condition, Raanta is straight up not good, and Kochetkov is... well, he's Kochetkov. they're not far out of a spot but they'll need a hot hand if they want to get comfy... which i don't expect, frankly. they're good enough to make the playoffs, but they're not really a team that goes on heaters, so they'll be bubble until the end.

Blue Jackets: genuinely not sure they know what they're doing like... okay. from an outside pov they are obviously Tanking. they're bad in every way that matters except for finishing and the standings show it. but also like... they're at the point in their development cycle where they shouldn't be tanking... or at least are on the verge of Shouldn't Be Tanking. and again, because they don't know what they're doing, they hired mike babcock for this... if they know what they're doing they'll toss kekalainen as soon as they can and, following this year's draft, start Fighting. but let's be real i doubt that. adam fantilli it's your time to shine... sorry sweetheart!

Devils: see Hurricanes. Great on paper, can't buy a save. They've obviously been stunted by Timo, J'accuse, and Nico all being injured at various points, but goaltending is their biggest and most solvable problem. Unlike the Hurricanes, though, the Devils are fully capable of going on a heater, so the gap between them and WC2 isn't as big as it looks (probably.) Luke Hughes is going to be something special.

Rangers: Looks like Lafreniere is finally getting his feet under him -- but the Rangers have always been far more about getting old, known players to get a second wind with them than they've been about prospect development, and Quick and Wheeler are both showing this pretty definitively. Another one of those teams that's run by special teams and finishing/goaltending. Easy playoff spot, likely solid run. Nothing too interesting here.

Islanders: On the other hand, the Isles are interesting because... like... how did they get There? They have a negative goal differential, for heaven's sake! Their special teams are godawful, their defence is a sieve, they blow leads like that's what actually gets you points in this league, and they're somehow second in the Metropolitan??????? Is it Horvat? Barzal? Sorokin? (It's probably Sorokin.) They'll make the playoffs but i doubt they'll succeed in them.

Flyers: This one's also weird. They have the power play and offence of a peewee team in the big leagues, but have become defensively Actually Super Competent and are somehow good because of this? I'm going to theorize -- because you've asked me to but also because I really want to -- that this is due, at least in part, to somewhat of an inverse Kane-on-the-Red-Wings effect from their offseason removal of Provorov and DeAngelo; without them, the team is now not only better defensively on paper but also better as a team in the locker room. They're [uncle voice] playing with heart now! I doubt they're a real contender, but I think they might actually make playoffs.

Penguins: ...this one's also weird. They're good on paper. Like, really good on paper? Defensively "just okay" but offensively great, goaltending is fantastic, special teams are shutdown. They just can't buy a goal and they can't buy a good sequence.

Capitals: This one's weird, too, but in the opposite way -- aside from the power-play, the Caps are actually godawful on paper, especially when it comes to finishing (because when Ovechkin takes such a high percentage of your shots but he isn't scoring, your team REALLY suffers) but somehow they've managed to pinpoint sequencing luck (win close, lose ugly) and are somehow in WC1. Do I think they'll make the playoffs? Absolutely not -- if either the Devils or Canes step up, the Caps are the odd man out -- but it might be fun to see them try. Or hell, I hope they win-close-lose-ugly their way to a goddamn Cup final. Would be funny as fuck for Ovi's second-longest ever playoff run to come at the fresh young age of thirty-eight. Dude looks ragged out there. I'm going to shut up now before I start talking about finding him sexy

Coyotes: Simple on paper: bad at running play, good goaltending and finishing. Essentially what the Canucks are doing at a smaller scale. The Leafs should never have let Kerfoot walk and I mean that unironically. Okay, anyway, the Yotes are a bubble team and won't make higher than WC1 because of the logjam at the top of the Central, but holy fuck do I want them to make WC1 (or a playoff spot in general.) People ask "how can we grow the game" a lot, and when it comes to what the NHL can do directly, the number one biggest thing is win in small markets. Arizona has already created one of the sports' biggest stars -- Auston! -- and it's an absolutely massive TV market and a potential hotbed of new fans and new, great players. Arizona making a playoff spot -- or even better, going on a run -- would be amazing for the NHL. And it would be funny. And I would like that.

Blackhawks: shoutout to dave !!! dave who works for the hawks!!! anyway the hawks are very obviously tanking and good at it. Their only real point of interest is their Sacred Child, and holy fuck is their Sacred Child going to absolutely fucking smash it when he's given a team that's not entirely made up of scrubs. i think his analytics, especially his defensive numbers, are, like, fine? but accounting for his leverage (all situations, especially the difficult ones), his teammates (his best linemate is Anthony Beauvillier, and tito... is a third liner), and the fact that he's all of eighteen, he's definitely on track to be a Real Force. i kinda love him... okay moving on.

Avalanche: All-over good: finishing their biggest obvious strength, but hockeywise they don't have any real weaknesses... although there is some serious Drama brewing in that locker room and i think it might just be getting started. with landeskog gone for at least until the end of this year (and possibly forever) and ej a sabre, there is absolutely no one in there capable of actually emotionally running a team: makar lacking in a leader's magnetism, rantanen an idiot, toews and mackinnon far too high-strung and competitive, and no one else with seniority. they're a good enough team that it's not really affecting them right now, but ... i don't know, i can kind of feel it coming. They'll make the playoffs, but when the pressure is on they'll either step up or completely fall apart.

Stars: See above: all-over good, but saving their biggest obvious weakness. I think most of this is spurred by Otter being out -- Wedgewood is a serviceable backup goaltender, but obviously not capable of being a real starter, and the team is stuttering because of it. I doubt it'll be for long or too much difficulty (they're a good defensive team, so it's not going to affect them a lot, but they might lose a game or two they might have won with Otter, especially if he's out for a while), but it's going to keep them from taking a step on top of the Central. Easy playoff team, probable contender.

Wild: They are bad! Penalty kill is their worst weakness, but they're not great in goal either and the combination is kicking their ass. As much as I respect how well they've done with that giant cap-space penalty from the Parise/Suter buyouts all those years ago, it's... kind of time to throw in the towel. Get Flower those final few wins, because by god are they devoid of much other success. Right at the tail of a competitive arc. RIP. Tank incoming.

Predators: Weirdly good, even though Saros hasn't been his usual self? O'Reilly esp has been an absolutely fantastic addition for the team over the offseason. No huge strengths, no significant weaknesses. Not an amazing offensive team, but it's Nashville so they were never going to be -- the place practically breeds defensive forwards and all-around dmen. I don't expect they'll seriously contend, but they'll make the playoffs (unless someone offers the farm for Saros).

Blues: I genuinely think so little about the Blues .... that whole thing with Jordan Kyrou has been the most I've thought about them for a bit. That and the fact that only three of their games haven't been decided by the first goal? They're not good and they're really boring. Yeehaw.

Jets: THE JETS let's get JUICY. Jets' biggest strengths by far are a) 5v5 defence and b) finishing/goaltending. Even with Kyle Connor out they're sniping and Hellebuyck and Brossoit are both absolutely on it. The Jets have always seemed to have this problem where on paper (take a shot every time I've written "on paper" in this post if you want to die of alcohol poisoning) they seem fantastic, then January onwards they absolutely plummet. And it's not January yet, so that might still happen, but that kind of thing tends to happen because of a dramatic morale shift, and now that Lowry's captain and Wheeler's left for New York... that might not happen? They've banked enough points that unless they're historically bad from here on out they're still a playoff team. If they keep up what they have going so far, they're a contender, but if it's the same Winnipeg with the same problems, then they're not.

Ducks: Taking a step in the right direction with Carlsson and Mintyukov, but still bad! I really hope Carlsson recovers well, he seems like a sweet boy. Also: what on Earth are they doing with Zegras. Is he a defenceman now? Are they making him play defence? Are he and Dixie D'Amelio still dating? I have many questions. I just hope whichever high draft pick they get is an idiot. I feel like they need another dumbass baby on the team.

Flames: The Flames also appear to have no idea what's going on. And frankly, neither do I! They're too good to be obviously tanking, but not near good enough to be a bubble team. They're definitely reluctant to sell, but their best hope to win soon absolutely should be selling. They have one of the worst contracts in the league on their payroll (wow... I hope the guy in charge of my favourite team didn't sign that!) and a bunch of really solid late-round picks and prospects cutting their teeth on the NHL. In short: they aren't going to make the playoffs and should be leaning into that, but they don't seem to have realized this yet.

Oilers: For the sake of not gloating, I'm going to sum this one up with a Marek quote: If you have a goalie, it's 70% of your team. If you don't, it's 100%. They've had finishing trouble, but considering they absolutely run the show at 5v5 AND special teams (they put nearly SIXTY SHOTS on Vasilevskiy the other day) a little finishing shouldn't be quite so dangerous if they didn't have two sieves minding the net. McDavid might hit 150 again and the Oil might still miss the playoffs. If they get in, they're going far, but at this point it'll be tough as fuck to make it in.

Kings: Average penalty kill. No other weaknesses. Kopitar 4 Selke.

Sharks: This is an absolutely glorious tankjob. No other way to put it. This is the pinnacle of tank design. This is the Wayne Gretzky of tankjobs. This is the Casablanca of tankjobs. This is the Saturn V of tankjobs. Nothing has been so beautifully engineered to suck since Sir James Dyson patented his vacuum or Nancy Reagan walked the earth. It's beautiful. It's gorgeous. I am in awe. They deserve Celebrini purely because of how flawless the tank is. I don't care if he has a warm undertone and would look pink in that fantastic teal. The boy needs San Jose.

Kraken: Good defensively at 5v5, bad pretty much everywhere else. I'm going to be honest with you all, last year was kind of a flash in the pan -- Seattle isn't great and they're neither headed upwards nor downwards. Not a bubble team, probably won't pick top ten. They haven't decided whether or not to build up or tank. Beyond the fantastic aesthetics and four-unranked-lines shtick, they don't really have a whole lot of competitive mojo: no star forwards, no goaltending. Wholeheartedly mid.

Canucks: oH BABY!!!!! The 23-24 Canucks made us all learn what PDO is. The 23-24 Canucks are first in the motherfucking league after being one spot out of being in the Bedard lottery. The 23-24 Canucks are on track to have the best shooting and saving percentage in league history. The 23-24 Canucks' leading goalscorer is Brock Boeser, the guy they've almost traded practically every year since they drafted him. The 23-24 Canucks started the season by naming the Wettest Little Man On The Planet captain and they haven't looked back since. I think they're an easy lock for a playoff spot -- but within the playoffs, do I know what they're going to do? I absolutely do not. They could PDO their way to a Cup or they could bow out in four games flat. Either is equally likely. They have thoroughly embraced Good Chaos. Quinn Hughes might win the Hart. Everything's coming up Vancouver.

Golden Knights: Not as good as they were last year. Ultimately still pretty good. Easy playoff spot. Definite contender. Jack Eichel is better than ever and I love him for it, the dickhead.

#asks #mwah anon thank u... this is so long under the cut KJHDKSFJSKDJFHSK #tldr: some teams are good and some teams are bad. sometimes this is interesting and sometimes it's not.

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midnightreid · 2 years

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Indiana Jones | Steve Harrington

SUMMARY: When Steve persuades you to dress up as Marion while he dresses up as Indiana Jones for the Family Video stores Halloween shift, you didn’t think things could get much better. Until the two of you are left in the shop alone...

WARNING: SMUT 18+, hand jobs, filthy language, public exposure, exhibitionist kink, cum swallowing, costumes, a gender-neutral reader with fem anatomy, slightly sub! Steve!

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I wrote this back in Oct of 2020 for a Halloween challenge, and now it's the next fic to be moved over to my proper NSFW account. Hope you enjoy it!

PLEASE REBLOG FOR MORE STEVE SMUT!

When your boyfriend, the ever-charming and dorky Steve Harrington decided that he was going to dress up as Indiana Jones for the Family Video store’s annual Halloween night shit, where every staff member was supposed to be in costume, you looked at him, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips and a determined look on his face.

“Steve, I thought you decided that you were going to go as Luke Skywalker, remember?” You closed the book you were reading and watched as he shook his head, crossed his arms over his chest and started to pace around the small living room of the house you shared.

“I know, I know. But then I spoke to Dustin and he said that nearly everyone is going to dress up as a Star Wars character because the costumes are easy to find and it’s so popular that it’s boring now.” The man huffed and collapsed on the sofa next to you, resting his socked feet on the edge of the coffee table and looked at you, pouting slightly as you rolled your eyes at his statement.

“I mean…I guess Dustin’s right, but you already hired the costume, Steve. And you told the manager who you were dressing up as, so it’s a bit late.” He shook his head at you, grinning as he spoke.

“Actually, I have it all worked out, sweetheart. Robin and her girlfriend finally decided on a costume each and she’s now gonna borrow the costume I hired and pay me back of course. And I’ve got heaps of time until we have to tell the manager our final costume, so it’s not really a big deal.” You chuckled at your boyfriend, shaking your head in amusement as he explained to you his plan, but you could also tell there was something else he wanted to say, because you could see how he kept opening his mouth to speak, but then shut it just as the words were about to come out.

“Okay, what else have you planned, Harrington? What’s the other reason you want to go as Indiana Jones?” He pursed his lips together, before turning to face you on the sofa, letting a breath out through his nose and pushing his hair back from his face.

“Well, when I was looking at the costume in the shop, the seller told me I can get half price off the hire price if I hire the costume that pairs it, so I thought…that you could be Marion? From Raiders of the Lost Ark?” He looked at you hopefully, eyes wide and bright as you stared at him confused, waiting for everything to make sense in your brain.

And then it struck you…the thought of Steve in that tight leather jacket, brown cargo pants and shirt that was always slightly unbuttoned, the worn hat that was a staple to the outfit, and the brown leather whip. And then you thought back to Marion’s outfit in the movie, a loose white blouse with red detailing, a large brown belt and a pair of astonishingly red pants that billowed around the legs, perfect for the hot weather of Egypt, but perhaps not right for the cold October weather of Hawkins, Indiana. But deep down, even if you were a little cold and a little uncomfortable, you knew it was worth it to see Steve in that jacket, holding that whip and looking so dashing in that hat.

So, you agreed to his proposition, nodded your head, accepted a grateful kiss on the lips, and headed to the costume shop on the edge of town.

On the night of the Halloween shift, Steve was giddy with excitement, hardly able to contain himself as he waited for you to get ready, sitting on the couch and trying to distract himself with whatever was on television. Neither of you had seen each other in the costumes yet, deciding to keep it as a surprise for the night, but already Steve was becoming impatient, calling out your name every few minutes to check if you were ready.

“C’mon sweetheart, our shift starts in twenty minutes and we’ve still gotta drive ten minutes to get there. I don’t want to be late.” He whined through the door, standing on the other side already dressed in his Indiana Jones costume, aside from the hat that he was only going to put on when you came out of your room. He didn’t want to ruin his already perfectly styled hair too early on in the night.

“Give me another couple of minutes, Steve. I’ll be out soon, I promise.” You heard him huff from the other side of the door, but he responded with an okay and stood in front of the television, watching whatever comedy show was playing.

In your bedroom, you were securing the large brown woven belt around your waist, pulling it tight around you and making sure your shirt was increased and sat flat against your chest and didn’t bunch up near the belt. Pairing the outfit with an old pair of black ankle boots you hardly wore and quickly applying a fresh coat of dark red lipstick before running a brush through your hair, you turned to look at your reflection in the mirror, happy with how you looked. You picked up your small black satchel and walked to the bedroom door, turning the door handle and pulling it open, waiting for Steve to notice you.

When he did, it was a sight to see. His mouth hung open, eyes went wide, and his cheeks visibly redden. He froze in front of you, TV forgotten about and all his attention locked on you, in awe as to how insanely good you looked.

“Jesus, baby, and I thought you couldn’t get any hotter.” You laughed at his remark as he walked closer, and then he was taking your hand and spinning you around for him, so he could get every angle of you in that costume. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you, and all you could do was lean up and press a kiss to his lips.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Stevie. Or should I say, Indiana?” And he did look good, extremely good in fact, because the brown cargo shirt was tight against his chest and arms, unbuttoned enough to see a small expanse of his tanned front, his pants also were tight in all the right places, and with his jacket on and his hands on his hips, he looked like the perfect explorer, searching for that magical piece of treasure, which on this night, was you. “But…I think there’s something missing.” You reached behind him and picked up his hat from the table, and gently placed it on his head, watching his hair fall into place underneath it as he responded with a lopsided grin, until he saw you pick up the long woven leather whip and move it in between your fingers, making him let out a muffled groan. Attaching the whip to the side of his belt and resting your hands against his chest, you kissed him quick before he had the chance to pull you closer, walking towards the door of the house and beckoning him to come.

“C’mon Steve. I thought you didn’t want to be late for work?” You smirked at him as you opened the door and walked outside to his car, knowing that right in this moment, he was running a hand over his face to calm himself and letting out a deep sigh, willing himself to stay in control tonight, even if he did already want to jump your bones.

The shift at the video store was surprisingly slow, with hardly any customers coming in to hire spooky Halloween movies, and the other two workers resorting the shelves, Steve and you were left standing behind the desk, clearing out the returned videos, waiting for customers to come in or just leaning against the counter like you had nothing to do. But you suddenly had other plans, especially when the other pair of workers finished their shift for the night early and left the two of you alone with a simple goodbye and the ring of the bell above the door.

It was dark outside by now, the clock already ticking past eleven at night, and soon every task that needed to be done in the store had been done, and Steve glanced at you with a face of pure boredom.

“You know, Robin really hyped this shift up when she told me I should do it. She told me that they had an endless line of customers and heaps of trick-o-treaters and it was hectic.” He let out a sigh, leaning against the counter near the cash register and looked at you.

“Not every Halloween night is the same, Steve.” He nodded back to you, and as soon as he saw the clock reach eleven thirty, he opened the register to start counting the money, starting the final closing process. You had an idea then, an idea that was sure to rile Steve up and get you fired if anyone found out, but you wanted to act on it nonetheless.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Mhm?” He kept his eyes focused on the money in front of it, counting slowly and writing the totals on a paper pad beside him, brown furrowed in concentration and hair falling just above his eyes.

“How much do you think people can see if they were on the other side of the counter? Like it’s pretty high right, you wouldn’t be able to see anything under someone’s stomach, yeah?” He glanced at you briefly, before turning back to his task at hand, nodding his head slightly.

“I dunno, sweetheart. I’ve never really thought about it to be honest.” He nearly seemed disinterested, but you could hear the hint of curiosity in his voice as he tried to figure out what you were talking about, but soon his breath was taken away, because your lips were ghosting along the exposed skin of his neck, so very close and warm.

“You wanna help me find out, Stevie?” He sucked in a breath at the nickname, and nodded his head at your question, leaning into your touch slightly, feeling your hand run itself along his chest, across his stomach and rest just above the waist band of his cargo pants.

“Sure, baby, why not.” He tried to seem casual, like he was too focused on the money to give you his full attention, but you both knew that he was only pretending, from the way his hand came to grip the edge of the counter and how his muscles flexed under the skin of his stomach as you ran your hand over it, warm and firm to the touch. You went to go lower, but stopped yourself to ask him if he was ready, if he truly wanted to do this, and he just smiled at you softly, eyes glazed over slightly as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Please sweetheart, do whatever you want to do. I want it.” You smirked against his lips as he spoke, and as soon as he was done, you were running your hand over his growing bulge, pressing your fingers lightly against it as he let out a shaky sigh and gripped the edge of the counter with both hands now.

You palmed him through his pants first, littered his neck and jaw with shallow kisses, let your other hand wrap around his waist and slip your fingers underneath his shirt, and he let out noises of pleasure, soft and breathy at first as you started off light, but then louder as your fingers were quickly slipping away to go under the waist band of his pants, coming in contact with his growing erection. Your eyebrows raised in surprised, and you let out a small whisper.

“No underwear, baby boy? Were you expecting something to happen today?” He gulped at your words, and hung his head down slightly, moaning lowly as you wrapped your fingers around him as your other hand moved to unbutton his pants and pull them to his thigh, cock out in the open now and sticking straight out.

“To be honest, I was going to take you to the back room and eat you out on the table, but right now, this is feeling pretty good.” You laughed at that, watching as he smiled a blissed out smile and watched his cheeks go red.

“Just wait, baby, when we get home, you can do all that and more.” You started to jerk him off then, his cock moving quickly in your grasp and the precum that had already dribbled out giving you a small bit of lubrication to work with. “Now, don’t just stand there, I thought you were supposed to be counting the money?” He groaned at your words, and moved a hand to push some of his hair out of his face, before turning to look at you.

“You’re a devil tonight.” Steve kissed you, lips warm and strong against yours, quickly turning the kiss into one of burning passion and greed as he wound his arm around your waist, but toon soon you were pushing his arm away and directing him to the counter.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. If you don’t start counting, I’m gonna stop touching your cock, and we both know you don’t want that.” Steve shook his head, and after stealing one final kiss, he picked up the money and started counting, sorting the coins first into small piles.

You started to stroke him faster, your palm warm against him and your other hand winding itself into his hair, massaging his scalp the way you knew he liked, running your finger nails against his skin, tugging his hair gently and pulling out loud and deep moans from within him. With only the coins and one-dollar bills sorted, Steve’s legs were already shaking, but you were nowhere near finished with him. You wanted him right on the edge, begging you to let him come, moaning your name feeling like he was going to explode. But right as you started to circle your finger around the tip, the little bell over the store door rang, and Steve looked up with a look of utter panic over his face, trying to stand up straight as you kept a soft hold on his cock.

“You reckon you can be quiet while I pump your cock and you serve these customers, baby boy? If you can, I might just let you cum sooner than I planned.” Steve let out a low whine as you whispered the dirty words in his ear. He was shaking, a flush spreading up his neck and cheeks. But he nodded all the same, told you to keep going and plastered a fake smile on his face; not that the customers entering the store noticed.

An elderly couple walked in, hand in hand came straight up to the counter, placing a hired tape on the surface before they started speaking.

“Oh, I’m glad you were still open! We were driving home from our friends Halloween dinner and I had put the tape in the glove box of the car to remember to bring it back here, and suddenly I remembered I had it after a week as we drove by.” The elderly lady pushed a copy of Gone with the Wind towards Steve and smiled sweetly at him, and all he could do was offer a weak one back, trying to stay silent as you pumped his cock under the counter slowly.

“Well, it’s a good thing that our manager decided to stay open late on Halloween evening, otherwise the two of you love birds might have missed your chance.” You smiled at them, and with the hand that wasn’t stroking your boyfriends dick, you picked up the video tape and deposited it into the returned box. “Did you enjoy the movie?”

“Very much, dear. I’ve always loved that story and the acting is impeccable. Now how much do we owe for the late hire?” The woman pulled out her purse from the handbag hanging from her wrist and looked at Steve expectantly.

“Uh… $2.99 ma’am.” His voice was shaky and as he reached a hand up to take the money she was offering him, you decided right then to turn it up a notch, jacking off his dick so quickly now you were surprised the couple standing just over six feet away didn’t hear the obscene noises of skin on skin, or even lift a surprised eyebrow as Steve let out a long groan, clutching the money in one hand and the counter with the other. Hiding you smirk, you turned back to the couple and rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s having a bad case of stomach cramps after having too much Halloween candy. You know how some get, just can’t wait until they get home for a treat. He’s going to the doctor tomorrow to get sorted out.” With a final smile, and a firm tug on Steve’s cock that had him letting out a loud groan that was muffled with his hand, you wished the elderly couple a good night as Steve came in your hand, white hot streaks hitting the skin of your palm. The two of them told him to get better, and then walked out the door, not even raising so much as an eyebrow after an explanation was given.

As soon as they were gone, Steve collapsed against the counter, hair a sweaty mess stuck under his hat and his pants stained with drops of cum. He looked a mess, but a face of pure bliss covered his features as he looked over to you licking some of the cum off your hand before wiping the rest of it off with a tissue. His eyes darkened, and you knew, as soon as the two of you had closed up the shop for the night, drove home and got to your house, that he would make you pay for that, in every way possible.

But first he kissed you, hard and fast with biting teeth and warm lips that seemed to make you wetter than you already were, pressing himself against you so you could feel his cock hardening again already against your waist and his chest against yours.

“Are you happy now, sweetheart? Happy that you got to have your fun and nearly have us fired and embarrassed in front of customers?” He was nipping at your neck, leaving small marks against the skin and running his tongue over them to sooth them, and all you could do was let out a breathy sigh as he tucked his dick back into his trousers and waited for you to speak.

“Very happy, Stevie. And I think I’m going to be even happier when we get home too, because I’m sure you’ve got your own plans for the night.” Steve smirked at you, kissed you quickly before pulling away and moving around the counter, locking the store door and turning the open sign around.

“You better help me close up quick, baby, otherwise I might not be able to wait until we get home.” And with that, the two of you went back to your job, finishing up counting the money, setting the till, righting the displays and shutting off the lights to return home…with much more to come.

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rosedominatesyou · 8 months

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Bedtime Stories w/ Rose

ੈ✩‧˚ In The Clouds ‧˚ੈ✩

(Bedtime Story #4)

Hello again my little pups. Mommy is here with another tale to help ease you to sleep. It isn’t as exciting as the last ones but maybe that’ll help make your eyes heavy anyway. Keep this in your likes until you’re cozy and ready for bed. 💗

Before reading: Although I wish I could tell you all the names of the beautiful places I went to in this story, I’ve withheld certain details out of respect for my own privacy.

Everyone in my life knows how much I love birds. That’s sorta my main personality trait. Their imagery is everywhere, and you’ll start to understand why when you look a little deeper. Here’s what’s been captivating my thoughts lately, besides all of you. I hope you enjoy.

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Please make a queue of the following 2 songs: “Fill Into Me” by Anju, and “Slow Dancing - Hazel Remix” by Aly & Aj.

Both therapists I’ve ever had at some point said to me, “It sounds like you know what all your problems are.”

As the person experiencing them/inflicting them upon myself, yeah, I knew exactly what was happening to me, but isn’t the point of sharing your feelings and negative actions with someone else supposed to make you want to be a better person? To let you hear those things out loud so that you’d want to change?

I didn’t think I was going to, and after talking to professional help, even they seemed conflicted if maybe I was just making it all up for the drama. Maybe I really was the cause of my own misery.

I was tired of it all, even if at the time I couldn’t stop myself. There was a person in my life that I’m not ready to talk about that really fucked me over and changed the way I think. It was 2020, and with everything going on in the world, all I wanted was to hang on to a friend. They left. And they were the only friend I had.

It was late into the evening at my current job, but back then I used to work nights. I was walking through the part of the warehouse that has all of our truck receiving docks when I heard a familiar sound, the little chirps of baby birds.

They had built the nest years ago inside one of the truck docks, and year after year they came back and rebuild it in the same spot. If you roll up the doors to let a truck driver in, the birds would get scared and fly deep into the warehouse, typically not finding their way out.

I stood there, alone late one night, staring up at the little nest that was caked to the side of the cement wall. I have no idea what kind of bird that is, I remember thinking to myself. I knew what a dove was, they used to nest every year at my childhood home, but these little birds were something totally different. I realized at that moment that I didn’t know jack-shit about birds, and they are everywhere. It sorta hit me harder than I thought it was going to.

If you can’t tell by my lead-up to this story, I was looking for something to captivate my thoughts - something to make me stop thinking about that friend that left me hurt and used.

Asking myself about the little birds that evening made me go to a book store on my next day off and buy a pocket field guide to the birds in my area. I read the whole thing cover to cover. I hadn’t absorbed a book like that in a long time. So many amazing variations with such unique range maps, plumage, and living habits.

If you were curious (and my hint about the description of their nest didn’t give it away), the birds that I see at my work are Barn Swallows.

I was hooked. I purchased some more detailed field guides and started joining groups online that were into birdwatching. “Birders” as they call themselves, people in my own town were posting the most beautiful pictures I’d ever seen, with captions that described the exact species down to the Latin name and seasonal variety.

I wasn’t even planning on going out the day that I did. I wanted to try to take some pictures like I had been seeing in my group. I had a camera, but nothing like what some of the people were sporting. I also had no clue where to go; sure you can just go walk around anywhere, but where was I likely to see the most? Basically at random with no input from my group, I picked a local reservoir to drive out to.

I was shaking as I got out of the car at the first ever ‘birding’ location i’d go to, feeling nauseous as I set up my camera. “This is stupid this is stupid you look like a creep this is so stupid,” I couldn’t help repeating to myself out loud as I began down the first walking path I saw.

My own words work, making me turn around suddenly and go back to the car. There’s barely anyone around but the 2 or 3 people who glance across to me is too much to bear. My hands could hardly put the lens cap back on because of how much I was trembling.

You drove all the way here, I try to encourage myself as I conceal my body behind the open trunk, other people do it. Just go walk around.

I stop putting everything away and just stand there for a second, breathing and feeling.

You wanted this.

I get my dslr back out, the lens attached to it being the biggest one I owned: 200mm. I had gotten it as a present many years ago, and loved taking pictures around my house, but had never taken my camera with me out in public. Something about walking around with it in my hands made me feel so out of place, but I tried to just push past that and start walking again.

Unknown to me back then, the location and time of year I picked were both rather dismal. The lake was desolate of animal life. If there aren’t any fish, rodents, or trees to perch on, birds won’t be attracted. It was also summer, and though that may seem like a good time of year for a person, the best time to witness a large variety of birds is during their two migrations each year: spring and fall. Most birds, besides natives that stay year round, have already settled into their northern territories for the Summer. I live in California, and while we are blessed with an insane number of species, we are also basically just a giant highway for birds traveling between their summer territories in Canada/Alaska, and their wintering nesting sites in Mexico/South America.

When I got home from my first outing and took a look at my pictures, I was very disappointed. Most were too dark, too far away, or way too blurry to make anything out. The only birds I managed a decent photo of were a Western Bluebird pair, but even then I was not happy with what I had taken. I was being too hard on myself, expecting a lot out of a person who was just starting out something new.

Two days later I went to a local camera store and bought a 300mm lens. Not a huge difference, but my confidence became more noticeable in the shots I took the next few outings.

The songs I had you add to a queue are just a couple that I would listen to when out birding. Calming, peaceful songs, i naturally always hear birds chirping and grasses swaying in the wind overlapping with the music while I listen now.

The feeling of discovering birds was overwhelming. I’d see something new and my heart would race so fast. It felt like falling in love. My feet would start to run without looking down as my eyes remained glued on the bird in my vision.

One time my partner Jamie and I were out at a wildlife reserve when we saw what we thought was a Golden Eagle. The massive raptor was dark overall and was calling loudly as it soared above us. We ran down the winding paths, loosing sight of it and only being able to follow the bird by the shrill call it made overhead.

Finally we found it again, perched on a tree that hung sideways over a cliff. The sun was shinning right on its face and I started snapping away, taking shot after shot of the magnificent bird. It didn’t like how long we were watching it, and took off while I continued to take pictures.

Ecstatic with what we had seen, I quickly uploaded the photos to the group I’m in asking if I was correct with what I thought.

Many people chimed in right away to let me know that, even though they were great pictures, the bird in the photos was actually just a Red-Tailed Hawk.

RTH’s, as their name is abbreviated, are the most abundant hawks in North America, and are also the most easily mistaken for another raptor. The specific bird I had seen was a large, dark-morph female, meaning her plumage was a much darker brown than most buteo’s.

The thrill of going out birding was something my heart craved so heavily the more and more I did it. I’d get so excited to come home and look through my pictures, trying to see if I caught any new species and if I could figure out what its name was. It felt a lot like Pokémon and filling up my Pokédex. ☺️

The field guides weren’t enough, I wanted to know more. I now had a better understanding of the seasons, and knew I had to wait out the summer until I’d see the next migration. I bought two books off of Amazon: a cute little yellow book called “Birdpedia” that has hundreds of quick facts about all things avian lore, and a novel/memoir called “H is for Hawk” by Helen Macdonald.

Helen’s book would launch me into a reading craze like I’ve never felt before, buying bird book after bird book, reading them within a few weeks and moving on to another. I had never been one to read very much (not unless you count manga), so to feel myself still craving more words was a very new feeling. Here’s a list of a few more books I’d recommend if you’re interested, they’re my favorites:

‘Bird Brother’ by Rodney Stotts. Very relatable slice of life from a person who never thought he’d write a book, or own raptors.

‘The Falcon Thief’ by Joshua Hammer. True crime novel meets bird study in this gripping story about a detective who’s after a man wanted for stealing endangered eggs.

‘Red-Tails in Love’ by Marie Winn. You gotta really like birds and reading to get through this one; a woman’s true account of her observations in New York’s Central Park, along with the other birders who accompany her.

Including all of my field guides (mostly local but I have one about Japan!), I’ve read 16 books that have something to do with falconry. My brain is truly stuffed with bird lore. Upon making the poll about this bedtime story, two of you asked me to tell you a bird fact. 🤭 Here’s what I told them, my go-to bird fact:

All avian species had many goals during their evolutionary periods, but nothing like their need to be more aerodynamic. Their quest to be lighter led them to lose a few organs over time that mammals couldn’t imagine living without, including the bladder! That is why it seems like birds poop completely at random, it is truly because they have no way to hold it.

Second special fun fact, people always ask me, “What’s your favorite kind of bird?!” and that’s a hard one because I love all of them so much, but I like to say it’s the Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher since I can almost perfectly mimic their mating call. 😋

Over several months, I added more equipment to my build. I got a Sigma AF 600mm lens, as well as a teleconverter, a small attachment that goes between the camera and the lens to double the distance of whatever you’re shooting. Now I was able shoot 1200mm! I could see the blood on the beak of a hawk from half a mile away.

Birding trips would take me and Jamie all across California, going to every state park and wildlife reserve we could to see what kinds of birds were there. We’d bring picnic lunches and listen to music before starting our hikes. Eventually I bought a second Nikon off of some lady that I met up with in a Five Bellow parking lot, wanting to have a second camera for landscape shots.

I still love going out and taking pictures, though the newbie excitement I used to feel has since died down. The joy of closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of fresh air as you listen to all the birds around you is a peace I would want anyone to feel. It’s my favorite way to exist.

I know this one was a bit of a boring read this time, so as a reward for getting through it, here’s some of the pictures that I’m most proud of 🥰 Please note, they all have been cropped to remove my artist’s signature:

The photo of the Western Bluebird pair from my first ever outing.

2. Red-winged Blackbird. Proof that the 200mm lens can absolutely get you a good shot if the subject is close enough. This guy landed on a branch less than 10 feet away from me.

3. Cedar Waxwings. If you’re familiar with these regal-looking birds, then you can probably hear how loud this photo is 🤭

4. White-faced Ibis. One of the first shots I had taken with my 300mm lens.

5. Red-shouldered Hawk. A sub-species of the RTH, this RSH is seen covered in dew on a cold, early January morning. 600mm.

6. And finally, my favorite picture that I’ve ever taken, this is a first summer Pygmy Nuthatch, seen here with a beak full of grubs that it was bringing back to it’s siblings in the nest. 1200mm.

That’s the end of our story. Thank you so much for reading ❤️ Please let Momma about what you think of the story and the pictures. 🤭

Sweet dreams 💋 xoxo

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#rosebtstory #enjoy my puppies 💋

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jmvore · 5 months

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Omg can we get more office blurbs with jimin🤞he is damn too sexy and adorable that he should be pampered and giving him that affection no matter the place!

jimin blurb #2

of course! 🤗😋

Let's talk about the first time Jimin visited your office.

It was a bit after the two of you became official. You weren't living together yet but he would visit you often. Home, Office, or simply hanging out, you told him he could visit anytime he liked. being the shy little thing he was in the beginning, he opted for just visiting you at home until one day, he just had this need to be near you. the only problem? he didn't know how your co-workers would take your relationship (if they even knew about it). he tries to not think about it as much but his need outweighed everything else.

he’ll be damned if someone gets in his way.

he walks into the building and steps into the elevator with a couple of other workers. some lustful eyes and others are confused about who he is. no one says a thing. he presses the tenth floor, humming to himself as everyone gets off at their destination.

after what feels like an eternity, the door swings open to reveal his destination. he remembers you told him about what you did for a living on your first date. it makes sense that your name is on the wall that leads to the desk (along with someone else’s). it's a buzz-in front door, leaving you to have to go through security and the receptionist.

he takes a deep breath, not used to being in places like this but honestly, it makes you ten times hotter in his eyes.

“can I help you, sir?” jimin's head snaps towards to the desk, unsure of what to say until he remembers what you told him. “sir?”

“oh, hi. i, um, i’m here to see ms. ___?” jimin turns to glance around the building, people coming and going. it looks busy through the glass door, he hopes you're not too busy to see him.

“you don't sound too sure…” the receptionist is snarky as the security guard snickers. jimin doesn't let it deter his mood. he’s here to see you and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. “well, do you have an appointment?”

“i don’t.”

“then I can’t let you in without one.”

“can you just let her know I'm here.” if he wants to be snarky, of course, jimin can do the same. he turns his lip up in irritation.

“I could but ms. ___ is a busy person and if you don't have an appointment she won-”

“jimin!” you beam, ignoring the way you startled both of them. you're practically running through the door with your arms open for him to run into. "I didn't know you were coming, my love."

"i wanted to surprise you."

"oh baby." you kiss his forehead and smile at the way he giggles, ignoring everyone around you. “did you have trouble finding me?” you ask, glaring at the receptionist. you witness the whole conversation and you’re going to have a word with him later.

“no but can we go? It’s your lunchtime right?”

You flip your watch to check the time and nod.

“how about I order something and we can have lunch in my office? I have something I wanna show you.” You wink at Jimin who only blushes but nods. Your eyes catch the receptionist watching the whole thing when you decide to say something. “remember I said I had a guest coming?”

“y-yes I do but I didn’t have a name.”

You roll your eyes, glancing at the security guard and then the boy behind the desk.

“park jimin is allowed in without an appointment. I don't care if im in a meeting, at lunch, or whatever- you better send him in. do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Yes ma'am. I'm so-sorry I didn't think-”

“you’re right. you didn't. don't let it happen again.”

“y-yes ma’am… won't happen again.” he stands to bow the moment you turn toward jimin to grab his hand. you don't notice when they make eye contact as jimin sticks his tongue out at him. the receptionist's nose turns up in irritation but jimin knows that look.

the look of longing.

“mine.” jimin smirks when his eyes widen, quickly darting them away when you glance back his way.

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hi i am sorry its too soon to be talking about china, but just reading that charles is spending additional sessions at the sim to understand and prepare has already got me pumped because this should be a good track for ferrari with its slow speed corner and maybe tyre graining? also considering its a sprint weekend, i am hoping for good things 😮‍💨 we really need it after suzuka 🙏

China is going to be interesting. Most of the drivers don't have any experience on this track because we haven't raced there since before 2020. That also means that this current regulation of car has not been raced there so every team has no data for how their car will handle on this track, we can guess but it's the biggest question mark of the whole year.

So the sim is the only thing that can be done to be better prepared.

You are correct with the low speed corners Ferrari should be strong in those areas. There are quite a few long straights too which are definitely going to go to Red Bull's favor at the moment.

The fact it's a sprint weekend so everyone will have even less practice on a track half the grid hasn't even driven before is probably going to make this weekend messy.

I would assume most teams are trying to do as much prep as possible because it's all they can do. Predicting how a new type of car will behave based on 5+ year old data is not really possible, we can guess, but I wish this wasn't a sprint weekend.

Again weather and temps will also play a role so we will see. I don't think this is going to be a great race for anyone simply because of the lack of recent experience on it. If nothing else China will be a very interesting weekend.

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liightsout · 3 months

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the blue - part one

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✯ summary: introducting mattie and adam!! both have some news to share, one being better than the other. no danny ric content in this one, but it's coming, i promise! ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, light swearing ✯

✯ now playing: you're on your own kid - taylor swift ✯

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May 2020

“Mattie, are you even listening to me?”

Looking up from her phone at her friend she frowned. She hadn’t been listening. Not even a little. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in what her friend had been saying, it was just that she had a lot on her mind.

She sighed softly “I wasn’t Adam, I’m sorry, what were you saying? Something about a new driver on the team?”

Matilda and Adam had been friends since childhood, the pair had met on the first day of junior school. She had just moved to the small town over the summer and was starting school a complete stranger amongst all her peers.

Her mum had reassured her she’d make friends quickly, but she wasn’t so sure. Looking around the playground she could see that almost everyone already knew one another. She spent the first few hours of school that day on her own, carefully shying away from drawing too much attention to herself.

Then came lunch break. She remembers it like it was yesterday, Adam came bounding over to her, scruffy uniform and beaming smile with a few teeth missing. He asked her if she wanted to play race cars with him. She explained nervously that she didn’t know anything about racing and he should probably ask someone else. Adam had scoffed at the idea and said that he didn’t want to play with the other kids.

Adam spent the rest of the hour lunch break explaining everything he knew about racing and telling her about his favourite driver ‘Michael Shooomacker’ and the red car he drove.

Their friendship had lasted throughout their schooling days, all their awkward teenage phases and early adult years. It was a no brainer for the both of them to decide to move in with each other when they both found themselves in need of a home.

Rent in and around London was expensive, and there was no one on Earth either of them would rather live with. Which had proven to be a blessing when 2020 had rolled around and Covid had hit. The pair of them agreed that they would have lost their minds had they spent so many days locked inside with anyone else but each other.

Adam had gone to University when they turned 18 and earned a degree in Mechanical Engineering, hoping to further his dream of being an engineer for one of the top Formula 1 teams when he was older. It wasn’t long before he had achieved said dream and found himself a spot on the engineering team at Mclaren.

“At least you’re honest! I said I got a call this morning from my boss,he confirmed the driver that’s going to be replacing Carlos next year. It’s Daniel Ricciardo” explained Adam, with a beaming smile.

Mattie paused trying to put a name to a face. “Which one is he?” Adam laughed “as if you don’t remember! He’s the Aussie you think is fit, the one who used to drive for Red Bull.”

“I thought that was Mark Webber?” the girl questioned, pulling out her phone getting ready to Google the new driver her friend would be working with for the next season. Adam’s laugh got even louder “close, but not quite” he said.

Mattie rolled her eyes and continued her Google image search. Yep, she remembered who Daniel Ricciardo was now. Adam was right; she did think he was fit. More than that, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.

She looked up from her phone to the knowing eyes of her best friend “yeah I remember who he is, but anyway, irrelevant, is this a good thing for you? Are you happy?”.

Adam nodded enthusiastically “oh definitely, he’s one of my favourite drivers, getting to work with him is huge. I reckon him and Lando will be a great pairing as well, roll on 2021 as far as I’m concerned”.

Adam had always been obsessed with Formula 1. Even from the age of 10 he had been so sure that it was the career path for him. He had spent countless hours as a teenager working in his dad’s garage and learning everything he could about cars, engines and the mechanics behind them.

This was something Mattie had always been jealous of. Not that she had also wanted to be a mechanic, definitely not that. She had been jealous of his ability to decide exactly what it was that he had wanted to do with his life, seemingly from the minute he had learnt what Formula 1 was.

Mattie did not have the same luxury. Growing up she had toyed with many ideas about what life would have in store for her, but none that ever had really seemed to fit.

When she was 13 she had wanted to be a famous pop singer; the dream was soon crushed when a music teacher told her she could barely hold a note.

Then came fashion. She had spent a whole summer reading through every copy of Vogue she could get her hands on. Drawing up rough designs of different clothes and garments she would try and craft herself. This dream ended with a high school textiles teacher telling her that she was terrible at stitching and would never pass the class.

The list was endless, dream after dream quietly crushed by being told she would never be quite good enough.

For a while she thought that maybe she had set her expectations too high. She wanted too much, dreamt too big. She wanted extraordinary, but needed to settle for ordinary.

Until she had realised at the age of 17 that it had been staring her in the face her whole life. From the moment Mattie had learnt to read she had her nose in a book. She had become infatuated with literature and everything about it.

She loved that no matter what was going on around her, she could always find solace in a good book for a few hours. She loved reading about different characters who could live every life she had ever dreamt for herself. It was at the age of 17 that she decided she would study English Literature at University.

She quickly found a job after leaving University, working for a small independent publisher. She loved her job and although she was disappointed she would never be a famous pop star, at the age of 24 she knew that it was probably for the best.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy and hopefully this will be a good thing for Mclaren as well. It’d be nice to see you guys moving up in the constructors championships!” Mattie smiled at her friend who was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect.

“Enough about me, we’ve been talking about me all afternoon. Did you find out from your boss anymore about your job?” Mattie sighed, admittedly she had been avoiding the subject, but such was Adam that he would bring it up eventually.

She had received a call from her boss around a week ago explaining to her that due to the financial pressures Covid had placed upon the small company she worked for, that it was likely they would be liquidating the business before the month was up.

Mattie had been blissfully ignoring the issue, escaping to the dreamland in her head where everything was fine and her employment wasn’t in jeopardy. That dreamland had come crashing down around an hour prior when she had gotten an email from the CEO explaining that they were all being let go effective immediately.

“Yeah, so, Glenn sent an email about an hour ago confirming it… bit shitty of him to do it over email, but yeah, I’m unemployed” breathing deeply Mattie held back the tears she knew were threatening to escape from her eyes.

“Oh fuck, Mattie, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe you’ve just let me sit here and tell you about all this when you’ve got this bottled inside you, why didn’t you say anything sooner? Are you ok? Do you want a hug? Or is this one of those times where if I hug you it’ll make it worse and you’ll start ugly crying? Do you want me to beat up Glenn? I’ll do it-”

“Adam stop. I’m fine. Honestly, it sucks, and yeah I’m upset but we knew it was coming. It’s fine, I’ve got some money saved up so I’ll be alright for a little bit and I’ll start sending out CV’s to some companies and I’ve got connections now. I’ll find something, it’s just, yeah, it’s just shit” Mattie said, cutting off Adam from his rambling.

Adam was great, she knew that no matter what she could rely on him to have her back, but he did have a tendency to panic when he thought that his friend was sad.

That’s just how he was, over protective and ready to punch her boss in the face if she asked him to.

Adam nodded, checking for signs of tears on the girls cheeks. Once he was satisfied she wasn’t going to start crying he stood up and headed for the fridge, opening the door and pulling out a bottle of rose wine he knew Mattie kept there for emergencies.

“Well, in that case, I’ll order us a pizza and what do you say we get drunk and watch a movie? I’ll even let you watch Tangled seeing as I’m such a good best friend”. Mattie grinned looking at him from the sofa. She was so glad he decided to play racing cars with her when they were kids.

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✯ authors note: hey guys! it's been a bit of a crazy couple days... as a a ferrari gal i'm still a little bit in shock and processing the news tbh. anyways, i've got like 6 days off work so i'm hoping i'll be able to post a couple updates if anyone's interested and reading. still finding my feet a bit with writing/editing again so if anyone has any (helpful) suggestions or feedback pls let me know. asks are always open and would love to chat with some of you :) ✯

#daniel ricciardo #dr3 #danny ric #dr3 imagine #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fanfiction #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fanfic

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gentil-minou · 5 months

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Hi, I just wanted to say thank you for voting third-party. I know a lot of folks have said third-party votes are wasted, but with the way things are going, I'll probably vote third-party, too, and it's nice to know there are other people out there who care more about following their beliefs than standing by a broken system.

Maybe this will be the election people realize it's not a waste.

(Also, I'm sorry folks are being nasty in your inbox. Hope things get better soon. On all counts.)

<3 <3 <3

Thank you for also voting third party!! I used to do it more back when I first started voting because I actually believed in the democratic process, until I was disillusioned by a rigged system and started voting blue because it felt like I had no choice.

Every year I voted blue I had to convince myself "this is fine. This is better than the other guy" even though I knew their warmongering policies and how they leaned too close to the center for comfort. Voting Clinton and Biden last couple cycles felt like I had to, because I was able to wear the blinders long enough to gaslight myself into thinking I actually wanted them as my president. Because I had to or else I'd "waste my vote"

I refuse to do that anymore. Now I realize I'd waste my vote by giving it to someone who would rather see us dead than lose their money and power. I'd waste my vote giving it to a broken system.

The people shaming everyone to vote blue act like I'm voting for Trump by default if I don't vote Biden, and look i followed the same rhetoric in 2020. I'm sure if you go back in my posts I said the same thing.

But the line was crossed somewhere around the minute I learned my money funded the deaths of thousands, and always has. The line was crossed when I learned the president I called into power cares more about his military pet project than life. The line was crossed when I realized Biden is old enough to remember when Palestine was it's own free nation but refuses to, because he follows the age old American tactic of "This land is my land, actually, not yours"

So yeah I'm done with feeding into a system like that.

And here's the thing about this newest generation of voters: they are soooo powerful and they are so much braver than I was at their age. They know that meaningful movement and cooperation can overtake a corrupted system. The Dems and Republicans are both terrified of them because they know they're not as easy to indoctrinate into their philosophy.

I genuinely believe that if we can use the millions and millions of people who voice support for Palestine to also put their vote towards someone else, like Claudia in the socialist party who I've been keeping an eye on or the representatives that have actually backed up calls for ceasefire, like Rashida Tlaib and Ilhan Omar and I'm proud to say my own rep, who are trying to move the dem party to a place that actually represents me.

If millions back a third party candidate, that says something. It says we aren't going to fall into the traps laid by the generations before us. It's says we are going to fight for what we believe in.

Revolution does not happen in a year or two. It takes a lifetime. And if there's anything that I've learned from Palestinians it's that the cause for a truly free world is worth fighting for no matter how many decades it takes.

#ive made my stance on this very clear and frankly i dont want to waste anymore time on white men in power when i could be uplifiting #palestinians voices and supporting change #so we can have a free palestine in my life time #so im going to block everyone who comes to my inbox/comments trying to shame me into voting for biden #you may have your eyes and hearts firmly closed but i refuse to #joe biden #free palestine #genocide joe

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thebroccolination · 9 months

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it confuses the hell out of me how Tumblr out of all places harbors most negativity toward BMF. situation it's much better now though, but the early period and before the show aired was nothing but spite an vitriol filling the tags. on the bright side, pretty much every other platform is head over heels for BMF, especially Reddit. they're usually critical af but BMF seems to be universally praised. anyways, I'm beyond excited for the remaining eps, and here's hoping for a strong finale so this show becomes one of the often recommended ones 🙏

On BMF getting more negativity on Tumblr than other places:

I thiiiiink it's because Tumblr has an especially high North American/European user base, and that's where the majority of the Krist hate seems to come from. What people still point to (the IG story, the rape filter joke, the "I don't want to watch Singto specifically kiss other men because this is fanservice on a variety TV show that people are going to quote out of context as me saying I don't like watching men kiss" thing) are either debunked or happened years ago, but when interfans arrived in droves in 2020, they kicked up old news like it was brand new and passed around hearsay like it was fact.

I mean, even I've learned new things since I made my post and thread about Krist back in September. For one, GMM didn't arrange his press conference in 2020 to address the issues. Krist did. Even though he'd already apologized multiple times over the years for things he never repeated, he still wanted to take accountability because of the amount of attention interfans were bringing to it. Part of that press conference was Krist even saying he'd never make excuses for what he's done and that he'll apologize as long as he's asked to.

The first(?) apology Krist made for the IG story was long, long ago, one I can't even find a translation for, that's how long ago it was. But Krist's long-time fans said that someone did translate it, but their English wasn't strong, so interfans picked apart their translation as if Krist's apology was lacking. (It's like how some interfans criticized Win in Between Us for being forceful because the subtitles originally said "kiss me" when what he actually said in Thai was "can I kiss you?" Interfans who don't speak Thai just make assumptions based on translations sometimes and it's part of my villain origin story.) Again, I don't have the apology to hand, but apparently one part of it was Krist saying something like, "I responded without thinking of how it would look. As a Y actor, I don't have those kinds of bigoted thoughts. This is my home, and I'm very proud of and supportive of the community that's raised me and cared for me," and the fan translation apparently paraphrased all of that into something like, "As a BL actor, of course I'm not homophobic." So like. Even when he's apologized, interfans have historically found a way to throw rocks at him anyway, so it gets exhausting to see people casually calling him homophobic because Melanie in Minnesota saw a screenshot of an IG story on Twitter and then made a list of six problematic BL actors you should definitely avoid because they skin babies and punt puppies into volcanoes.

On BMF being great:

I'm so excited for the last three episodes. \:D/

I'm so proud of Krist and Gawin for the work they've done up until now. It's wild to think about the amount of information they had to keep in mind as they were filming. Because, like, series already film out of order, but they also had to keep in mind different timelines of the same characters out of order. The fact that you can see not only Kawi's growth but everyone else's as well so fluidly and consistently over the episodes so far says a great deal about the quality of the production, I think. The directing, the writing, the acting. All of it is really, truly phenomenal.

Aaahhhh why is it only Tuesday. :'(

ANYWAY thank you, Anon! Sorry for the rant about Krist. I'm just tired of seeing him get so much hate for years on end when he's such a loving and giving person who's been a vocal queer ally since SOTUS. Not just during Pride, either. He really has been deeply misconstrued by interfans at large, and I just hope the people who've made up their minds about hating him (and the ones who've made their hate so public they're too stubborn to admit they misread him) will just learn to ignore him and stop tormenting him. He's already suffered panic attacks and depression as a result of the constant abuse, and it's repulsive that anyone thinks that's acceptable to do.

#kiranokira answers #krist perawat #be my favorite

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bloodboundsiege · 8 months

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project update/where i've been/other stuff

Hey everyone! I know it's been a loooooooong time since I posted anything or gave any updates, but since I just updated the demo with some bug fixes--you can go here or to the pinned post on my page to download the new patch if you want to take the demo out for another spin--, I figured it was as good a time as any to talk about what's been going on.

This is probably going to turn into a long post, so if you don't want to read all of that, here's the tl;dr: Bloodbound: The Siege is still underway, I just was going through a really difficult period. Thank you all for your support of me and your continued enthusiasm for this project. It doesn't go unnoticed, and I'm really thankful for it.

Where I've Been

You know how sometimes someone will take forever to post an update to their fic and then the author's note will be like hey, sorry it took me so long to upload a new chapter, I was kidnapped? This is nothing like that. It's a lot less juicy, but I figured I'd still talk about it.

When I first started working on this visual novel, I was doing some freelance social media work, living with my family, and had a ton of free time on my hands. I would literally wake up every day and sit at my desk for 9+ hours a day, working on this project, making music, or writing screenplays.

At the end of last summer, I moved across the country, started grad school, and started working a pretty demanding job to support myself. It was also the first time since 2020 that I was doing any kind of significant socializing, and I was still working on this project, along with my other endeavors.

I felt like I was killing it. It didn't matter that wasn't getting a lot of sleep or really taking care of myself. I was somehow doing everything I wanted to do and needed to do.

And then...it caught up with me, right around when I released the demo for BBTS. I was having panic attacks at work, barely making deadlines for school, and it would take me half the day to work up the energy to get out of bed. It felt like I could do was sit in my room, watch Netflix, and doomscroll. Everything else was left to the wayside. Even though I was able to finish out my spring semester with good grades and left my job on good terms, I was hanging by the skin of my teeth. I also had some really messy stuff going on in my personal life that exacerbated these issues.

I had to spend this summer trying to rebuild myself and find a balance again. I'm in a much better place now--I started working out, which has been great for my anxiety, I quit vaping, I'm starting to be more conscious about what I put in my body and how it affects me, but I had to prioritize myself and my well being in order to get to this place.

As a side note, the experience of announcing this project and releasing this demo has been...strange. I put a lot of work into this project, from teaching myself how to code to writing the story, and this is the most visible thing I've ever put out. I was hoping maybe fifty people would play this demo and be like cool, but it's a much higher number, and a lot more feedback.

And that's both really cool and really scary. Cool because it's awesome that people appreciate something I created. Scary because now I want to make it good. I don't want to disappoint you all.

A Brief Tangent On How People Interact With Fandom Creators Sometimes

Even though I'm not always super active/interactive on here, I really enjoy getting asks about the project, whether it's hype, an inquiry, or feedback. Even if it's negative feedback, I know that it's coming from a good place. I also am really appreciative of messages that are either letting me know about bugs, or expressing any concerns about the story I am planning to tell. I don't take those kinds of things personally at all.

But I have noticed--and this is not just exclusive to the Choices fandom--that sometimes, people will interact with fic writers, fan devs, or really anyone that makes any kind of ContentTM in a way that isn't any of the aforementioned things I described above. Sometimes, the way that people interact with me--or other creators--is demanding, passive aggressive, or outright hostile. Other times, it may be well-intentioned, but it still feels like it's crossing some boundaries.

I'm extremely thankful to everyone who has reached out to check on me, but there's a huge difference between doing that and accusing me of abandoning this project and framing it as a deep moral failing on my part. I know I'm not the only person in this fandom that's experienced this. It really doesn't feel good, and it isn't helpful. Even if I had just decided I was no longer feeling BBTS and decided to dip, that isn't okay.

I additionally ask that in the event of another pause in posting on this project, people not reach out to me on my personal tumblr to ask about the status of this project, or to tell me to check my DMs or inbox on this page, or anything of that sort. To my recollection, I have never posted the URL my personal tumblr on this page. Like I said before, I'm appreciative of the fact that people are passionate about this project, but it's important to me to be able to keep this space and that space separate from one another.

I would absolutely understand any of this kind of behavior if there was money involved. If I had investors to answer to, or people pre-ordered the completed game from me and paid up front, people would absolutely be within their right to be frustrated with the radio silence that's been coming from my end and reach out to ask about the status of the game, or even be upset with me. But that isn't what's happening here.

This project is supposed to be fun. There's something really liberating about the fact that I can't ever monetize this or put it into a portfolio. It means it's for me and for you. We're all just supposed to be here because we like being here.

But part of the reason why the burnout and the anxiety I was experiencing spilled over into this project was because of these more pushy interactions. It made me feel like I was letting people down, or like the stakes of this were higher than they actually are.

I don't want to sound ungrateful, or like a diva. Like I said, I'm really appreciative of the reception of this project, and I'm grateful for any and all feedback, inquiries, or curiosities. But I just ask that everyone be respectful, and I don't think that's an unreasonable request. We'll all have a good time--both here and in the larger Choices fandom--if we're kind to one another, and if we're respectful of each other's boundaries.

Is Bloodbound: The Siege Still Happening?

Bloodbound: The Siege is still happening, but it is not going to be coming out this year, unless I somehow gain the ability to freeze time. Most of the sprite work is done--though I might do another round of retrofitting sprites into their respective dialogue boxes because I'm a glutton for punishment--and I'm pretty close to completing the more detailed outline of this story.

While I'm not ready to do this yet, it is extremely likely that by the end of the year, I'll start seeking out additional help for this project, mostly with programming. There will be a more detailed post about that when the time comes.

Until then, it's good to be back. Catch you on the flipside.

#bloodbound #bloodbound the siege #bbts #playchoices #choices stories you play #update #text

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selfhelpforstudents · 1 year

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A very honest exam season “review“

Dear friends,

I just got home from my last uni exam for this term. It's been a wild ride, I can tell you. Even though I love studying, gaining knowledge and empowering others, I struggle with "exam nerves" quite a lot. There is nothing to sugar coat here, it is something I really have to work on because it has been making my days feel like torture. Growing up poor, I was dedicated to work for a better life - for my family and others who struggled as well. I developed this feeling that I had to be the best at everything (especially in school) in order to have a great impact on this world, because no one else seemed to care about other people's struggles. Now, years later, after having achieved so much, I know that I am going to be successful in sustainability/ESG management, thus helping people (and I hope this blog helps you), but the feeling of being a failure when not being the best has stayed with me, overshadowing my successes.

Those of you who have been with me since the beginning (2017) know that I was very ill, and - my body starting to give up - I almost died in 2020. Suddenly, I was not able to work/study anymore - at least not the way I used to. So, when I got back to my studies in 2021, everyone around me seemed to be doing so well, while I had spent the last 2 years in and out of hospitals, trying to keep up with them - and my illness. These years have made my anxiety concerning exams even worse, because I feel like I have to make up for what was taken from me. To show everyone that I am still standing. I am going to work on anxiety tricks and tips for this blog - and hopefully, I will not struggle next exam season. So my question for you is: What do you do to lessen your anxiety when it comes to exams? <3

I actually have one exam left - but it is only the TOEFL, so that is totally fine!

Attached you can see my (very honest) past few days (aka the snaps my friends get haha)

Love, Sophia

#motivation to study #study tips #study notes #studying #100 days of productivity #studyinspo #study blog #studygram #exams #studyblr #university studyspo #university studyblr #university #university student

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pipzeroes · 7 months

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I have been thinking: COVID consciousness is like climate crisis consciousness.

People can pretend it isn't real (e.g. "climate change isn't happening," or, "COVID is over," fallacies such as this).

Others can acknowledge it is real, but be despairing, choosing to focus on "the futility of things" (e.g. "maybe we could have changed CO2 emissions in the seventies, but we're past the point of no return, and the Earth is going to burn and there is nothing we can do; DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL etc." or, "humanity brought it upon itself, there's no point in trying to prevent the spread of COVID; now everyone is going to get sick," defeatist attitudes such as this…)

But one can come to appreciate the interconnectedness of everything, and, that while one might not have the ability to control one's destiny, let alone the destiny of future generations, one does have the ability to keep trying to make things as… good as possible? As beneficial to as many as possible? Most heartening? Most loving? Even when it is difficult!

Because:

We are all interconnected!

Caring about you makes sense because you caring about me makes sense because we inhabit a common reality! Caring about one another makes our mutual reality better for ALL of us, instead of being caught up in whatever this ridiculous pretense is that everything is fine, this weird attitude that the "immune compromised don't matter, because they'd be dying anyway,"

And even though I think you should care about others

I also keep thinking

do some people

not

realise

that

COVID infection has been documented to reduce immune function

for like

PRETTY MUCH ANYONE

THAT MEANS COVID IS A RISK FOR PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE

and

you do not have a better immune system because of moral superiority! A virus does not care about that kind of thing when it's floating through the air in tiny bits of airborne moisture!!!

And even those with previously of the most robust health do not have the assurance that their immune system will prevent long term impairment because of COVID infection; those who were previously athletes have found themselves sidelined by COVID infection.

Like…

COVID is BAD

AND

COVID is NOT over

And

Some people could be brought around to taking more careful measures if they knew the actual reality of things:

COVID floats like smoke, meaning that to prevent infection whenever one is indoors with strangers (e.g. public places!) one should be wearing an effective, well-fitting mask,

COVID hampers one's immune system

It's bad to spread it to others!

Why is this a controversial opinion?!

Like, let's stop the spread of disease!

This seems like a good idea!

And some people would agree with this, but for whatever reason they're isolated/cut off from the truth, and the trick is finding ways to inform these folks…

But then…

For whatever reason…

It seems like some other people somehow cannot acknowledge reality…

And I find it the weirdest thing!

And I mean, I've been around the internet ("I've seen things you people wouldn't believe…")

I've seen how people can get into echo chambers, affirming realities they want to be true…

But...

In the spring of 2020, I would not have imagined that things would be like this, in 2023…

I don't know what else to say?!

Care about other people?!

Take care of yourself?!

Take care of the biosphere and consider how the output of human activity impacts climactic cycles and the way the living situation will be for coming generations!?!?!?!

Avoid spreading disease because it can impair and kill yourself and/or others?!?!?!

Getting beyond the

"Yes"-

Because the "Yes" can mean

Despair

"Yes it is irreparably bad so there is no point in caring,"

And

Maybe everything will fry! Maybe the next meteorite will come and wipe us out as one did the dinosaurs, and the next species to evolve will have no idea we ever existed! And caring about climate change was pointless?

OK?!

So I should be the-right-amount-of-despairing?! It was better to be hopeless instead of hopeful?! No hope is the appropriate response? What if I hope, anyway?

What if somehow I make things better for someone three generations from now, even if I never meet them, even if humanity dies in five generations? Even if the world is hit by a meteorite tomorrow, why is it cringe if I try to make things better on what turns out to be the last day on the Earth?!

What if you cared about others, even if these others are coming generations and you will never meet them?

Why give into despair?

Even if things are REDONK.

There is PLAGUE; should we not be avoiding it?!

We could get beyond Yes- to but!

"Yes- there is a terrible situation!"

"...BUT this does not have to lead to despair…!"

"…BUT what we do now makes a difference, and cooperation is integral!"

Danged if I've got all the answers, but I'm pretty sure that caring about one another is a good place to start.

I may never meet you, but I can care about you.

And not saying it isn't hard. Like. It can be hard not to despair.

Keep on keepin' on!!! <3

#COVID #COVID is BAD #COVID is NOT over #COVID is ongoing #covid is airborne #pandemic #mask up #long covid #masks #sars-cov-2 #covid-19

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arcadekitten · 2 months

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Hello AK! I'm currently writing an IMC (integrated marketing campaign) paper and wanted to do you as my business for the paper!

It's pretty much just going over simple stuff like what is your brand? Why was it made? What inspired you to make games? Stuff along those lines!

If you'd care to answer some questions that would be so much help!! I understand if you don't want to though or have certain objections to it or are just too busy to!

First question would be, when did you first start releasing games? What was the first game you ever made? Whether publicly or privately you may choose!

Second question, would you view anybody else as a "competitor" in the game making world? Maybe like a friendly competitor for who can make more quality/quantity games?

Third question, what do you as a game creator think makes you special? Like if you had to give an "elevator speech" about why you're a game creator that stands out from the rest!

Those are pretty much all the questions I have, if you do end up replying thank you so much! If not, that's okay too!! Thank you for your time either way! :) ❤️

I will answer these (should you still need them) because I feel bad leaving you hanging. However, in the future, I advise anyone with similar questions (like for an assignment) to DM me instead of sending them through askbox! They could be easily missed and also it's a lot to answer all at one time. I am very flattered you'd like to "interview" me and I apologize if my answers are short and blunt again for the reasons stated above.

My first publicly released game was Cemetery Mary in July of 2020. I had worked on smaller projects before that, but they were personal projects made for and full of inside jokes for friends. Cemetery Mary was the first game I made that I decided I wanted to share with more than just my friends. ===

I think trying to view other people as competitors, especially in the indie dev community, is an incredibly damaging and poisonous mindset. Other indie devs are not my competitors even in a friendly or playful way. My goal is not to make "better" games than them and I hope their goal isn't to make "better" games than me. These are my fellow community members. I am able to get to where I am because of other indie devs who helped me when I needed help. I am happy when I get to help other indie devs accomplish their goals with any knowledge I might have. I don't think there should be a need to compete because there is room for everyone here. ===

I only think I am special because everyone is special. No one can tell my stories for me and similarly, I would not be able to tell someone else's stories for them. My stories can sometimes be niche and not everyone enjoys them and I think that is a good thing, because it just means my stories are all the more perfect for those who really needed to see them. I don't know if that fits entirely, but it's what I got

#my answers ended up not being that short i think lol #i hope this answers everything?#good luck in your assignment!#ask

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kjack89 · 1 year

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for the wrapped thing: enjoltaire and uuuh 96?

96. "The Best is Yet to Come" by Sheppard.

A little modern AU, developing relationship E/R NYE comfort.

Enjolras knocked briskly on Grantaire’s door and waited what he deemed an appropriate amount of time before supplementing his knock by calling, “Grantaire?”

“Come in,” Grantaire shouted back, and Enjolras let himself into Grantaire’s apartment.

His initial scan of the place – cramped and messy as usual – did not reveal its occupant, and he opened his mouth to shout for Grantaire again when he finally spotted him, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

Enjolras frowned. “What are you doing?”

Grantaire made no effort to sit up. “Lying on my bed,” he said, in what he clearly thought was a helpful way.

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “I can see that,” he said, with a bite of impatience. “But, uh, why?”

Grantaire made a motion that could have been a shrug, were he sitting upright. “Because.”

“Illuminating,” Enjolras said dryly.

Grantaire lifted his head just enough to scowl at him. “If you came here just to mock me—”

Despite himself, Enjolras held up his hands defensively. “I didn’t,” he said, even though he couldn’t help but add, half under his breath, “Though after all the times you’ve showed up somewhere just to mock me…”

He had hoped to make Grantaire laugh, but Grantaire’s expression didn’t so much as flicker before he laid his head back down against the bed. “So why did you come here?”

Enjolras jerked a shrug. “Your absence was conspicuous.”

“My– Oh.” Grantaire’s voice was flat. “The New Year’s Eve party.”

Enjolras nodded, frowning slightly at Grantaire’s lack of enthusiasm – or really any emotion whatsoever. “What can I say, it’s not the same without you,” he said, which had the benefit of being another thing to get Grantaire to smile and also the truth.

Once again, Grantaire’s expression didn’t change. “Normally it falls on Joly or Bossuet to come get me when my absence has been noticed.”

“Normally,” Enjolras agreed.

For the first time, Grantaire half sat up, propping himself up on an elbow, his curiosity clearly getting the better of him. “So why’d you volunteer?”

“Who says I didn’t draw the short straw?” Enjolras asked innocently. When Grantaire just gave him a look, he sighed. “Fine. Honestly, it’s because everyone else seemed to think we were better off just leaving you alone, that if you didn’t want to be there, we shouldn’t make you.”

A stubborn note crept into his voice, and clearly despite his best efforts, a small smile twitched at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “And you weren’t going to stand for that.”

“No.”

Grantaire’s smile disappeared and he shook his head slowly. “Well, if you’ve come here to make a big, rousing speech, you can save it. I mean, I appreciate the gesture, and the schlep, but…”

He trailed off and Enjolras frowned again before prompting, “But?”

“But 2022 was a long shitty year that followed on the heels of a longer, shittier 2021,” Grantaire said, something sharp and bitter in his voice, “which, of course, capped off the longest, shittiest year of 2020. So I just…” He sighed, flopping back against the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “The thought of toasting and cheering 2023, which shows absolutely zero sign of being different than the preceding 3 years…I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” He sounded unusually bleak, even for his more maudlin moods. “I just don’t have it in me to pretend that the best is yet to come when it sure as hell feels like we left the best behind somewhere.”

“So instead you’re lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling,” Enjolras said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“And feeling sorry for myself, can’t forget that,” Grantaire said.

Enjolras hesitated for just a moment before nodding decisively. “Ok.”

He crossed to Grantaire’s bed and plopped down beside him. “What are you doing?” Grantaire practically squawked, rolling onto his side.

“Lying down next to you,” Enjolras said, as if it was obvious.

Judging by the look Grantaire gave him, it wasn’t. “But – why?”

“Because,” Enjolras said, tempted to leave it at that if only to give Grantaire a taste of how infuriating he could on occasion be, but he took pity on him and elaborated, “You’re not fully wrong. The world is a shitty place and sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive.”

Grantaire blinked. “So no rousing speech, then.”

Enjolras lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “If I thought it would help…”

“That’s never stopped you before,” Grantaire said with a snort.

“Sure it has,” Enjolras said, rolling over onto his side. ��Because most of the time when I’m giving rousing speeches, you’re not my target audience.” Grantaire didn’t look convinced and Enjolras sighed, figuring if he couldn’t give one of his trademark speeches, he could at least offer Grantaire a tiny bit of honesty. “Look, I don’t believe the world will magically get better on its own. I believe it takes a lot of hard work by a lot of very dedicated people to even inch in the right direction. And as much as I believe that it is work absolutely worth doing, I also know that sometimes you have to tap out, and take a break. Because the only way to do the work is by being able to do the work.”

A smile again played across Grantaire’s lips. “You know that, huh?”

Enjolras smiled as well, his slightly rueful. “Well, I’m trying to learn it, at least.” He rolled onto his back, the motion as stubborn as he could make it. “So if you want to lie here and stay at the ceiling, I will lie with you because facing the shit the world throws at you is always at least a little bit easier when you’ve got someone with you.” He glanced sideways at Grantaire. “Of course, if you’d rather be alone, just say the word.”

“No, I don’t,” Grantaire said quietly. They lay together in silence for a long moment before Grantaire added, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Enjolras said.

There was another long stretch of silence before Grantaire sighed and rolled over to face Enjolras. “I think…” he started, a little hesitantly, “maybe I can make an appearance at the party. Though I can’t promise I won’t bring the mood down.”

“If you want,” Enjolras said noncommittally, though he couldn’t help but add, “But for what it’s worth, I think everyone will be happy enough to see you that it’ll make up for any mood-killing you do.”

Grantaire made a face. “Well, we’ll see about that.”

Enjolras laughed lightly as he sat up, cracking his neck before standing. Grantaire sat up slowly as well and Enjolras turned to glance back at him. “Oh, and Grantaire?”

“Yeah?” Grantaire said, not looking up from tying his shoelaces.

“I can’t promise the best is yet to come,” Enjolras said quietly, and Grantaire’s eyes flew to his. “I could give you a lot of platitudes about the night being darkest before the dawn, or what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, or whatever, but you and I both know those are bullshit.”

Grantaire cracked a smile. “I don’t know, I always found something strangely inspirational in the saying ‘even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise’.”

“Really?” Enjolras asked, surprised.

He deserved the eye roll and admonishment Grantaire gave him. “Enjolras.”

“Yeah, that one’s on me,” Enjolras said with a laugh. He paused and wet his lips before continuing, “But look, what I can tell you, in all sincerity and at full risk of making a fool of myself, I’d have a really hard time believing the best was still to come if you weren’t there.”

Grantaire stared up at him. “There, like, at the party, or…?”

It was Enjolras’s turn to roll his eyes. “I’d like it noted for the record that I was trying to be serious,” he said, a little gruffly.

“I know,” Grantaire said, his own voice just a little too soft in the wake of the joke he’d made. “Thank you, again.”

“You’re welcome,” Enjolras said. Then, desperate to change the subject, he added with a sort of forced cheeriness, “Now let’s go before they send a search party after us.”

Grantaire glanced at the clock. “It’s almost midnight. I think our friends know better than that.”

Enjolras hoped that the dim light hid the fact that he blushed, just slightly, and he hoped Grantaire took it for what it was worth that he didn’t try to pretend like he didn’t know what Grantaire was implying. “And for what it’s worth,” Grantaire added as he stood, deliberately casual, “you’re a pretty big part of my best as well, whether past, present, or yet to come.”

Enjolras’s flush deepened. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” Grantaire said, giving him a crooked smile, and he hesitated for just a moment before holding his hand out to him. “C’mon. We got a midnight to catch.”

And Enjolras didn’t hesitate before slipping his hand into Grantaire’s and following him outside.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #dogearedfriends #fanfiction #les miserables #modern au #new years eve #comfort #developing relationship #spotify wrapped 2022 meme #fic meme #ask meme #asked #answered

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i’m going through life crisis so i need to ask! have you ever read anything of the sort with draco and harry? time to project myself into it 😤

Hi anon! I’m sorry things have been rough ❤️‍🩹I’m sending hugs and hoping you find comfort in these reads. I choose to understand “life crisis” as a broader term including all kinds of crisis we go through as adults 🥲 hope these work for you!

Poor Unfortunate Souls by DoubleApple (2019, E, 19k)

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Vale Sanare by RurouniHime (2011, M, 23k)

Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

A Year in Training by Omi_Ohmy (2013, M, 25k)

Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.

War Wounds by SilentAuror (2007, E, 30k)

Some wounds take longer to recover from than others. HP/DM, with background HP/GW. Themes of alcoholism, love triangles, and dubious fidelity.

Holly and Hawthorn, Thistle and Thyme by bryoneybrynn (2015, T, 31k)

After the war, Harry can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong with him and he has a terrible feeling he knows what that “something” might be. He has a terrible feeling Malfoy might know, too.

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Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound and zeitgeistic (2014, E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

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When Pansy bets Draco that there is no chance he and Harry could carry out a genuine romantic relationship, he and Harry form a plan. But as their fake relationship progresses, Draco sees a side of Harry he never expected.

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (2022, T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Modern Love by tackytiger (2020, E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

The Arrangement series by RurouniHime (2012, E, 72k)

It's worked for years. Why change it now?

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Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

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When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

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Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Way Down We Go by xiaq (2019, T, 109k)

In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It's super.

Nor All That Glisters by sweet_s0rr0w (2021, E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

Turn by Saras_Girl (2013, E, 306k)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #life crisis #a whole mood ✌🏼

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