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justjams2003 · 5 months

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Fast Pace- 7

Also a very Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate! And Free Palestine.

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis

Word count: 3,4k

Masterlist

Part 6~Part 8

Us Weekly:

“Carlos Sainz seen with a new girl on the paddock.”

People Magazine:

“Carlos Sainz’s new girl proves to be a fashion icon.”

Elle Magazine:

“Carlos Sainz seen dancing in the rain with his new girlfriend.”

Cosmopolitan Magazine:

“Is this new girl just a fling or here to stay?”

You can see the news articles flash before you in full HD on the new phone Carlos got you. Fully signed in on everything. Not only that but your Instagram has blown up already. Ten thousand new followers since you last uploaded a picture with you standing by the paddock. You haven’t had time to reply to any comments or new dm’s, because you were on a flight 6 am Monday.

“So, how was your first F1 weekend?” You know its Charles talking to you, but you’d much rather not even open your eyes right now. Eventually, you decide to be courteous, and you see he looks more than excited to talk to you. You gather up all your strength and put on the best smile you can. “It was a lot more fun than I expected. But there was also a lot of sitting around.”

He nods and continues. “Yes, Alexandra usually stays home for most gp’s. She usually only comes for the important ones, like Italy where were going now. It’s strange that Carlos brought you to Zandvoort for your first time.” Your mind feels foggy and thinking of a reason why seems almost useless. Where is Carlos, can’t he do all this for you?

“Yeah um, he was just so excited,” it seems good enough but thinking feels like such a chore. “Are you okay?” He asks, going closer to see if you’re okay. “Yeah, I’m uh fine...It’s just...” just then your saviour comes. Carlos sits down beside you, unaware of the conversation. “Are you not feeling better yet?” Almost instinctively you wrap your hands around his arm.

You wouldn’t usually do this. Normally you’d be more aware of your relationship and making sure Carlos is ready. But right now thinking feels above your capacity. “Is she sick?” Charles asks and Carlos can feel the jealousy grow in his stomach. It takes everything in him not to glare at his teammate or tell him to back off.

“Yeah, smoking withdrawals. I just don’t know what to do to help.” He pulls your hair out of your face. Charles sighs, “I’m sorry mate,” he pats you on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you then and get to know your girl later on.” When Charles is gone, Carlos takes you under the arms and pulls you closer into his arms, cradling you.

“I got you something,” that gets you to look up but what is in his hands disappoint you. It’s a green smoothie and a big sandwich. “You brought me healthy food? You monster,” you groan taking the sandwich from him and taking a big bite. He chuckles but continues to rub circles on your back.

“I don’t like Charles talking to you.” He mumbles, you know he’s talking to himself mostly. “He’s going to talk to me, Carlos. You take me everywhere, and where you go, he goes.” You chuckle, thinking back to the weekend. He only hums as a reply. “I’m sorry that I’m like this. I know you don’t want this.”

You mumble, still enjoying your sandwich, taking sip from your fresh drink. He sighs and shakes his head. “You keep saying that. What on earth do you mean?” There is annoyance in his voice, you can hear it and it makes you stiffen. He’s never been annoyed with you before. “I read a few articles about our...agreement. They all say you daddies want stress-free, low-maintenance always happy girls.”

He scoffs at you, “Siempre tan terca. Do you believe everything they say on the internet?” He asks, now regretting giving you the new phone and unlimited data plan. “So far what they’ve said about you and me has been true.” You shrug, finishing your sandwich as you think back. There were even TikTok's.

“Oh yeah, and what do they say?” He asks, peering down as you finish your drink. “Well, that I’m incredibly fashionable and also a gold digger.” You chuckle watching as he rolls his eyes at you again. Then he stares you down, taking your chin between his fingers. “Didn’t I tell you, mi querida, you and I are more.”

You can see his eyes flicker to your lips, and you’re entranced by his. The silence between you is deafening and you can feel your head spinning. “Can I kiss you?” the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you just don’t have the guts to ask. “I’m sorry you had a bad weekend.” He licks his lips and then takes your empty cup and paper and places it on the table.

Carlos then takes you in his arms again and holds you tight once more. His smell almost seems to get rid of your headache. “It’s alright, this weekend will be better. I’m sure, because then you’ll feel better and you can be by my side. And with you by my side, the world championship will be mine in no time.”

You giggle and curl yourself closer into his side. “Call it my 50%. Being your good luck charm.” He laughs and then pulls you closer to him. “I must warn you my dear, Italy is the home of Ferrari. The Tifosi are...enthusiastic to say the least.” His cheeks almost go pink at the thought of just how excited some of them can be.

“They can’t be that bad...” you mutter, languidly making small circles on his thigh. He laughs, “I mean, without them we wouldn’t have met.” You turn on your back so that you can look up at him. “Was that the screaming I heard that day?” He smirks and nods. “Why were you running from them? And why didn’t you want to tell me then?” You ask, watching his eyes intensely like always.

He leans back, now his hands are in your hair. You can feel your headache dissipating as his big strong hands untangle any knots that hid from you. “Sometimes, I just want to roam the streets of Paris without being bombarded to take photos. And I didn’t tell you because I was scared you might be one of them and have a... similar reaction.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh. “Did it disappoint you when I didn’t fall to my knees and kiss your shoes?” He lets out a sigh at your shenanigans. “It was nice for someone to show me kindness because they are human not because of what I do.” This does make your heart melt; you can’t help yourself.

You let your hands reach up and touch his cheek, letting his scruff tickle your hands. “Tell me, how can I be that person for you? What more can I do for you?” He takes your hand and holds it close before he places a kiss on your palm. “Don’t ever change. Not for me, not for your family, not for your future. Don’t ever let the world take away that smile, or that sprakle in your eyes.”

His words bring tears to your eyes, and you can’t help but use the sleeves of your (his) hoodie to wipe away the forming tears. “Why do you cry, mi amor?” He asks, his brows furrowing to a point between his brows. You can just shake your head. “I’m just emotional, is all.” He shakes his head and the continues massaging your scalp.

“Get some sleep, mi amor.”

You’re awoken by a door opening. Not a plane door, a hotel door. It takes a few moments to realise, but you’re tucked in deep into the soft comforter. The room is dark, and it doesn’t take long for your eyes to get use to the light. Then, you see Carlos coming closer and then squatting down next to the bed.

“Good morning, sleepy head. I was starting to get worried that you’d gotten sick.” He says, pushing the hair out of your face. “Good morning?” You ask, starting to sit up, confused by the dark room. He smirks along with a chuckle. “Shall I open the curtains?” He then stands and you watch him as he walks across the hotel room to the window.

The light floods in and you peak your head back under the covers. “What time is it?” You ask, listening as he walks about. “It’s about 12-ish.” This doesn’t seem so bad, but Carlos said you’d go to the gym as soon as you landed. The realisation causes you to throw the comforter off.

He tsks, coming over and smoothing the furrow between your brows. “Why would you let me sleep that long?” You ask with just a bit of a whine in your tone. “Because you are sick and need the rest.” You huff and push out your bottom lip. “I missed our first gym session,” you whine. For once you were looking forward to it and you can see by his wet hair that he already went and already showered.

After all, you did see the Instagram story he posted on Friday morning. The thought of seeing him hot and sweaty is enough to get your workout shoes on. Again, he tsks and shakes his head. “Not while you’re recovering. You can take a walk, get some fresh air but that is it until you start to feel better.”

Carlos’ voice is stern and leaves no room to argue. For now, you’ll just have to continue keeping a close eye on his Instagram. “I bought something for you.” He smiles, walking over to the bag he had placed on the couch in the hotel room. There is a pep in his step. He brings over two boxes and two bags, both from name brands that you’ve only ever dreamed of owning.

He looks so excited to see you open the boxes and honestly you too are gleaming with elation. The first box is flat and you open it to pull out a beautiful hand spun white boho maxi-dress. “It’s hotter in Italy,” he explains before you open the next box. Its beautiful brown woven sandals to match with the boho effect. Lastly, the bag.

The shopping bag has the unmistakable Prada logo. “You shouldn’t have,” you mutter feeling your heartbeat rise. His glare makes you want to eat your words. You take the bag out as if it is ancient Chinese porcelain. The bag matches perfectly with the sandals. The same brown with the same woven effect.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous Carlos, thank you so much.” You reach over and pull him tight into a hug. You can smell his musky deodorant and it makes you never want to let go. “I saw all these and instantly thought of you.” He smiles and then continues. “Lastly, they made special Ferrari merch for Italy.” He explains, taking out the red, yellow and black shirt. Along with a cap with the same colour theme.

“You like them? They make me think more Spanish flag than Italy. It suits you,” you smirk with a raised brow. Once again reminded by his strong accent. He only shrugs, “Doesn’t really matter if I like them or not. Wear or don’t wear, that’s up to you.” You gasp and this time it’s your turn to scold them.

“No, Carlos. You must stand up for yourself.” He smirks at your reaction and raises his brow. “Is that so? I’ll keep that in mind next time you push out that bottom lip of yours.” He replies, giving your lip a swipe and then going on. “Now go get dressed. We’re going out for brunch; you must be hungry.”

“The view is really beautiful, hold on let me send you guys a photo.” You take a picture from the balcony. In clear view is a beautifully crafted, over 500-year-old church. Not only that but you have a perfectly clear view of the circuit. If you wanted to, you could watch the race from the balcony. Knowing Carlos, he would prefer it so.

“Woah, girl. Isn’t that so cool? In a five-star hotel in Italy right next to the formula one track.” Jasmine says over the phone. You can’t help but chuckle. “How are you feeling?” Ilsa asks, not as impressed by the fancy location. “Better, he’s really been taking good care of me.” You explain thinking back. “Oo, do tell.” It’s Jas again.

“He let me sleep in his arms on the plane and even tucked me in and let me sleep more. He woke me up with gifts,” you can’t talk more before Jasmine demands to know what the gifts are. “He got me this beautiful dress, and brand-new shoes. Both name brand. And you’ll never guess what.” You begin but don’t even allow them to guess. “He got me my very first Prada bag.”

You can hear screaming through the phone while you send them a photo. As well as the Instagram photos Carlos took for you. “He took these photos for you?? Damn girl, he knows all your best angles.” You blush at Jas’ words. “It seems all too good to be true...” Ilsa seems to speak your thoughts out loud.

“Yes, there are some small things that seem a bit odd.” They both go a bit quiet. “Like?” Ilsa asks, and you know this might ring alarm bells for them. “He has these two bodygaurds to follow me everywhere.” You get two wildly different reactions. Jas coos and Ilsa gasps. “And I feel a bit like he’s babying me.”

Ilsa asks for you to explain. “Well he’s working with a dietitian to make sure I get all my daily vitamins, and once I get better, he got me a personal trainer.” They both are dead silent. “That is a bit strange...” This time it’s Jasmine talking. “That doesn’t seem normal at all,” it’s Ilsa talking, and you know she’s right.

“But it’s the terms I agree too so I can’t really say anything about it.” There isn’t much else to be said. “I suppose, but as soon as he crosses a line, you’ll leave him, right?” Ilsa asks and you bite your lip. “That’s the thing. He hasn’t tried to do anything to me, even once. He’s been nothing but kind to me. He keeps saying he and I will become something more but so far it’s only been words.”

They hum as a reply, “Maybe you should make the first move?” Jas suggests and Ilsa scolds her for it. “That’s the thing, I don’t know if I want that. What if it makes things weird between us? What if I do make the first move and that’s all he sees me as after? What if I do make a move and he just wanted someone to talk to and he ditches me?” You can hear your friends roll their eyes at you. “You’re overthinking it, Y/N. If it’s meant to be, it will be. For now, just enjoy the lavish life and look hot. That’s your job.”

The conversation plays in your head over and over. Who is right? Jasmine or Ilsa? Should you just enjoy the luxuries he gives you, or question his actions? Why is he doing all this for you? You read online that Sugar Daddies like to spoil. Take their babies on trips and buy them anything and everything. But do they form diet plans and make sure you get a full 8 hours of sleep?

Do they tuck you into bed at night, and get you medication to help with smoking withdrawals? Do they hire a personal trainer to make sure you stay in healthy body? Do they tell you, you’re their person and promise to visit your family? Are there lines being crossed? Should you be more wary? Or should you just shut up and enjoy it?

You toss and turn at night. It’s already 2 in the morning, Carlos had you going to bed at ten. Like you said, he wants you getting a full night’s rest. You just can’t sleep. Likely due to the withdrawals but also due to the storming thoughts in your mind. And you remember feeling this same way all of last weekend.

The only other thing that got you to sleep last weekend, was Carlos. Being wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his scent. Now that you’re sleeping in separate rooms, would it be weird for you to ask for him to hold you? How weird is that? Would that be considered making the first move? You know for a fact that Carlos would be seething if he found out you didn’t sleep at all.

You open the door, there are different bodyguards here. Likely the night shift and it feels so eerie to have them standing there. There aren’t even any by his door and you know other drivers are staying here and you haven’t seen them have any bodyguards. “Um, excuse me?” You grab their attention, but they don’t seem to notice.

“Do you maybe have a keycard for Carlos’ room?” The taller of the two reaches into his breast pocket, pulls out a keycard and then hands it to you. “Thank you,” you smile up at him but get little reaction. You keep across the hall and open his door with a click.

His room is the same as yours, but reversed. You can see from here that he is sound asleep. You can feel a pang of guilt hit you at just the thought of waking him up for something this silly. He looks so peaceful, not stressed, or anxious about his future. No he seems entirely at content to be drifting away in Dreamland.

Do you really have to wake him? Can't you just return? It's a nice thought, but you can't help but remember last weekend. You were too exhausted to even enjoy the energy and the surrealism of the moment. You spent most of the time as a zombie in Carlos' room. And when the actual finished, you had been sitting in the garage and only registered when Carlos came up to you.

Needless to say he was furious when he found out truly just how little you slept. And how well you hid it from him. You'd gotten use to putting up a smile and hiding the exhaustion from the people most important to you. He told you that your health was on the same level of priority as his racing to him. Which, honestly, blew your mind.

Your health has always been on the back burner. Something you'll worry about when you have more money and more time. Now you have an abundance of both and still can't help but ignore it. Because if you adress it, it makes it real.

Now, as you stand besides his bead, you can't help but feel like a child. Is that how he sees you? As a responsiblity he's here to dress and take care of? Is that why he won't kiss you? Why his touch is soft and gentle and never show anything more than worry?

If you leave now, you know for a fact those goons outside your door will definitely tell him. Likely, they would tell him that you didn't sleep too. Just do it! You had practiced the words so well before. This is the first time you've truly wanted for something. He's taken care of everything else before you could even think about it. But now you have to ask him for something.

You gently tap his arm, no reaction. He must be a deep sleeper. This time you shove a bit harder, it's difficult to see exactly what you're shoving especially with the black out curtains. This time, however, he does stir and you can only assume awoke when words spill from his mouth.

“What is wrong, mi dulce chica?” He asks, already his hand gently caressing your arm. You take a deep breath in and try not to think of your next words too much. “Daddy, I can't sleep.” You can't see his reaction but soon after he opens up the duvet and his arms. Queuing for you to join him.

This. This is exactly what you needed. He cradles your head between his arms. Your knees pressed between his legs. You body perfect matching his. That small. The smell of a hot summer day. Of his musky deodorant and what you can only describe as a day in the beach. If you could bottle his scent, you're certain you'd make millions.

You had so many questions that you wanted to ask him. But now as you're cuddled in his arms, your thoughts just melt away. Into a nice and warm sheen over your body. Sleep comes easy.

My tag list is open!

#Fast Pace #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x sugar baby!reader #sugar daddy!carlos sainz #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x reader #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f 1 x reader

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failed-inspection · 5 months

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🔥EPIC CLUMP LORE MASTER POST YEEEAAH🔥

Hii Hiii I'm very much in the mood to ramble about my Rain World ocs, so what better way to start off with that than going over the little guy in my icon, behold, Clump!

Before I explain their deal I should preference by saying that:

1: they have no connections to the Notosverse (THE RW OCverse with Pioneer, Poet, Luminal, and generally the rest of my 100% serious Rain World ocs)

and 2: they started as a jolly co-op joke oc that was NOT meant to be taken seriously at all, but evidently I suck at making 100% joke ocs so whoops, they're now semi serious semi joke and all around all very goofy so please keep that in mind, and 3: uhh yeah

- Clump is most certainly a purposed organism (obviously), most likely being created some time after the original Spearmaster was sent out during their first mission, but before the pearl was delivered/shortly before the rot happened, however, who created them and *why* is anyone's guess. No one knows, not even Clump. They'd just shrug if asked. But the most common theory is that another iterator saw Spearmaster, thought they looked weird as hell, and attempted to recreate them for themselves

- At one point they probably encountered the original Spearmaster and went along with them to Suns on their way back from the first mission... Suns was rightfully a bit spooked because Where The Hell did they come from and how, Clump ended up going their own way after the start of the second mission however so it wasn't like they ended up living with SM and Suns 😔

- Clump got their name from 'looking like a clump of [The Original Spearmaster's] skin', according to Suns

- they discovered what rot is after encountering The Memory Conflux Garbage Wastes Room, after being chased by a salamander, the both of them ended up falling into the rot pool, while Clump was able to make it out, the salamander was not so lucky, having been dragged down and eaten by the proto rot

- the reasons they give to wanting to cure the rot, according to them, are as follows:

1: They feel that slowly rotting away and being eaten alive is a horrific fate no one deserves, even for a god machine (though they claim to have little attachment to the iterators as individuals despite that, whether or not that truly is the case is a major point of contention, lol. lmao. they're clueless about it but deep down subconsciously they really do care for the iterators due to the lingering sense of familiarity.)

2: the fact that rot is being introduced to the surrounding areas is a major problem, as it puts everything and everyone else in the vicinity in active danger due to how the rot can become mobile and thus able to actively seek out and eat creatures, alongside being hard to kill, plus, who knows what else, what if it turns out to be infectious towards the wildlife as well!?, it's not worth finding out, so better get rid of it all than regret it... Maybe that could save the area or something

3: They want to have a name for themself, recognized as the one to took action when no one else did anything and cured The Rot, maybe even get on the cover of Time Magazine Slugcat Of The Year for doing so

- while their desire to cure the rot does seem to be genuine, if not just a little shallow in some aspects, their ways of trying to do so... Really lack surgical professionalism, it essentially borders on slapstick cartoon logic, they have tried the following in treating the rot: throwing ibuprofen at it, shooting it with a rifle they found, spearing it several times

- if their name followed in game scug titles (The Monk, The Hunter, stuff like that), they'd have 'The Medic' as a title

- They're!!! Stubborn!! They're determined to find a cure and won't take the idea of giving up as a possibility!

- they started wearing their bandana after discovering the rot as a means of defense against it, fun fact, their bandana is made out of the same stuff as the fabric that coats explosive spears, meaning they can wrap it around a spear as like, a one time use way to craft an explosive spear when in a tight spot since rot cysts are weak to explosives

Extremely goofy for a scug? yes but also I am having so much fun and ended up getting attached so oops

#rwocstuff #lex rambles #rain world oc #rain world #rain world downpour #jolly coop

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sheisobvious · 1 year

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some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

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“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model”

Q: What type of music are you into right now?

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain”

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COSMOGIRL 2009

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!"

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Seventeen Magazine (2008)

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played.

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”) contacted you?

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore.

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself?

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic.

Q: How did that make you feel?

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that.

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look?

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change.

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise?

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything in the world – I would never change what I do.

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“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)

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YOU (2009)

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that.

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week.

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles.

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy?

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.”

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PEOPLE, 2009

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools?

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back.

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30?

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30.

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ?

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends?

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TIGER BEAT

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.”

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak."

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

#taylor swift #mine #tsedit #candy swift #tswiftedit #tsedits #tswiftart #tswiftcreatorsnet #tswiftedits #taylor swift lyrics #taylor swift interviews

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cherrysmokesaconha · 2 months

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More refs hell yeah. This is my hc for a 2nd Eddsworld Crew in the 2004 Universe, using background characters!! (This hc also applies to the 2trenchcoat universe)

Meet The Troublemakers! Also known as "Tropa de 4" when W00dy/Peter is not included.

Here is some hcs for them too!!

Andy - Despite dating Ell, both him and Ell aren't too fond of hugs and extreme physical affection, they prefer to show their affection through words (sometimes they hug, but nothing exaggerated). Andy is also obsessed for bombs, he's basically the 1st Tord variation of the crew.

Ell - He is the same height as Andy. He fucking hates standarts and will do anything to disrespect them (for him, clothes are clothes). He also loves grape juice and drinks it a lot. He's the Tom variation of the Crew.

Cameron - Also known as Cam by his friends. He gets mad easily for any mistake that his friends do (he thinks they're all morons LOL). He's the leader of the group, so he's the Edd variation of the group. He works with deliveries, so he delivers things that certain members of Eddsworld HQ have asked for. Most of the time, he brings pizza to his friends.

W00dy - His personality is similar to Raquelle from "Barbie: Life in Dreamhouse", more specifically his personality that makes him iconic and funny (and sometimes silly). He is vain and always tries to look as good as possible. He hates getting wet in the rain and soiling himself with anything (and the Troublemakers make fun of him for it).

Derick - He's the 2nd variation of Tord from the group, and he likes weapons, magazines and lots of stuff in common with Tord (he's also dating him in the 2trenchcoat universe). As angry as he may seem, he's actually sweet and playful. Of all the people in the group, Derick has the most contact with Cameron, and they've been friends since childhood, when they still lived in Brazil. Derick is also known for being a biker, and he has a unique motorcycle made just for him.

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Yeah that's all lol

#eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #eddsworld 2004 #2004 eddsworld #eddsworld headcanon #eddsworld headcanons #eddsworld background characters #ew background characters #i have no idea how to tag this </3 #those characters don't really have a name grrrrr #firealpaca #digital art #well #hope u guys like it anyway #cherries art stuff #cherryverse

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mizugucci · 5 months

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hiii everyone im finally posting this after ignoring all my tags for two weeks lmao. i love these kind of games though its fun to look back, so thank you for tagging me:

@floweruna / @hongberries @gnanii @yangsminho and @honeydewtual

rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love!

im sure most people have already done it, but ill tag some people just to say hi @taegyunie @ambivartence @awek-s @flops @strhwaberries @hwichanis

i added way too much commentary, so this will go under a readmore lmao. also i included ALL gifs including from my gg and fandom sideblogs, not just bgs.

january

favorite: obviously my favorite was my magazine/gif thing i made for kenta's birthday (6th year in a row, this year will be 7) unfortunately it doesnt load very well lol

most popular: these txt gifs (sugar rush ride) and taehyun+stickers

february

favorite: i cant deny i still think about this set of sebin during snuper's rain of mind era... the sparkles will always have a chokehold on me. ps check out my pixy wings set

most popular: this joshua set (for whatever reason lol)

march

favorite: i have several but im rly happy at how the wjsn + butterflies set turned out, its so nice. also my two harry june sets have a soft spot in my heart

most popular: this set of svt aju nice, its not a surprise that when i post svt it gets way more notes lol. i do like it a lot though

april

favorite: by FAR my fav (excluding macarena) is my loona as witches gifset. its one ofmy best im not gonna lie but also.... yuma sunshine...

most popular: actually i had a couple that were fairly popular but uh another joshua gifset has the most but ALSO this blitzers macarena post is nearing 200 notes??? i would consider that a fave too. and apparently tumblr loves big yuto/little yuto the same i do

may

favorite: i outdid myself in my dkz 9 to 5 set here. like idk how it ended up looking good but i love it sm.

most popular: ANOTHER joshua set??? im not even joshua biased. hes just so pretty LOL this is boring ill mention the 2nd most popular too. which is also another boring svt set. NEXT is big yuto/little yuto again <3

june

favorite: i made a gifset pretending fly me to the moon had a m/v and it flopped SO HARD i forget that i actually made it. also not to sneak this one but bitsaeon is SOOOO beautiful

most popular: campus crush junseo was my most popular this month, AS IT SHOULD BE. everyone should love that teddy bear

july

favorite: mmm two horror-adjacent gifsets!!! a set for dreamcatcher's chase me and an au that set kino (ptg) as a horror protag. lol it was so niche but i enjoyed it

most popular: omg i didnt think it would be but junghwan in the move m/v... as it SHOULD BE (again) i was let down a lot by trsr this year but this song kept me interested

august

favorite: mmm probably changsun in heartbeat. i LOVE that song and also it brought me back to 2017. nostalgia is.. very strong lol

most popular: im ignoring yet another joshua set. sorry josh but lets let others have a spot lmao. actually after that, a gifset of jaechan in his pre-release solo has the most notes. thats crazy!

september

favorite: my fav is OBVIOUSLY the set of snuper + sparkles. supposedly i was going to turn it into a series of boys+sparkles but we'll see.

most popular: its kind of funny, it seems like there arent a lot of ptg stans on tumblr but they always crawl out of the woodwork to rb my ptg stuff. i love u guys. and i miss yanan.

october

favorite: another installment in my women+horror series was my fav for this month. girlies gotta love vampires

most popular: i am SO glad. if it is any of my sets to be popular, i would never be disappointed if its omega x. they deserve the WORLD and ill personally give it to them. btw my pics with jaehan and taedong turned out soo well but i look AWFUL with sebin lmaooo

november

favorite: ahhh definitely anthonny in magic hour jacket behind. hes an ICON and i really liked him in bp

most popular: ohhh this was a surprise, i guess bc i only did 4 gifsets in november, but this seowon in wonderland m/v has the most notes. totally valid, hes beautiful

december

favorite: baby... yuma... sunshine loml obviously is my fav. hes sooo cute in that beret. and his smile. oh im gonna cry hes so cute LOOK AT MY SON!!!!!

most popular: i guess kpop has less of a reach on tumblr now because my one and only fandom post has the most notes lol. anyway if you havent seen a journey to love, you really should

a few thoughts:

well, its not a surprise that my most popular were seventeen and txt but it was interesting to see the variety of groups that i did gif besides them

peak time really had (has) a chokehold on me lmaoooo so many sets spawned from that show.

i also giffed more than i thought i had, so that was very neat to discover. although it was funny i posted 4 gifsets in the entirety of november

i talked so much and i apologize but thank you to anyone who even scrolled down this far, thanks for bearing with me!!

#mtxt #op

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redrikki · 1 year

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Umbrella Academy Fic Masterpost

Peanut Butter and Marshmallows - Stuck in the apocalypse, Five reads about Vanya leaving him sandwiches. (Five)

Heroes for Ghosts - Eudora waits for Diego and things go very differently. (Klaus, Ben, Diego, Eudora Patch)

Iconic - When Vanya learns Klaus is gay from an article in a teen magazine, she's upset for more than a few reasons. (Vanya, Klaus)

Feed Your Head - Three shitty things young Klaus did for drugs and one thing they did for him. (Klaus, Reginald, Grace)

When Evil Rains - A hostage situation goes sideways. (Klaus, Diego)

Taste of Nostalgia - Allison and Vanya visit Griddy's for old time's sake. (Allison, Vanya)

Diego Hargreeves and the Police Academy - Diego having attended and washed out of, the Police Academy says some interesting things about his backstory. Here's me doing the research on that so you don't have to.

#fic masterpost #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves

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douglas-rain · 4 months

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Douglas Rain: All the Information

A collection of pages and articles about the late Shakespearean actor Douglas Rain's life and career. Some of these aren't exclusively about him, but feature quotes/tidbits. If you find any more good stuff, send it to me and I'll add it to the list!

Note: I strongly advise against using posts from the online blog "2010 Odyssey Two Archive" for information about DR, since they do not cite any sources and frequently include material from other articles in their Douglas Rain-centric posts without credit (and then go on to claim those articles plagiarised them instead of the other way around). We've all seen hbomberguy's video; don't do that.

Record in the Stratford Festival Archives' Person / Institution Register (biography, list of Festival roles. In addition, the archives have a database of photos, production credits of all the different plays the Festival has done, and items such as costume pieces. From what I've read, they also hold videos of performances and interviews with various cast members, but I'm reasonably sure those can only be accessed in-person) [Note: The link currently leads to an archived version of the page in question via the Wayback Machine, since the Archives' online catalogue is unavailable due to security issues!]

IMDB page (most complete list of film and TV credits; contains some errors though)

Canadian Theatre Encyclopedia entry (short biography)

Canadian Encyclopedia article (short biography)

NFB article by Albert Ohayon about "The Stratford Adventure", 31 August 2009 (DR isn't actually mentioned in the article, but they do note the thing about Alec Guinness' contract stuff that didn't allow rehearsals to be filmed with him performing - which is the reason why DR plays Richard III in the rehearsal scene in the documentary!)

NYT article by Gerry Flahive, 30 March 2018 (specifically about the creation process of HAL 9000 and why it's iconic)

NYT article by Ian Austen, 6 April 2018 (companion piece to the above article, featuring an interview with Gerry Flahive)

The Times article by Gerry Flahive, 25 April 2018 (about the HAL 9000 role and DR's ambivalence towards it, plus some stuff about his theatre work)

POV Magazine article by Gerry Flahive, 10 May 2018 (detailed look at HAL 9000, creation process and lasting impact, DR's life and career both before and after Space Odyssey)

NFB article by Gerry Flahive about "Universe", 10 December 2020 (about the creation process and impact of the documentary, with some focus on DR's voice-over narration)

Wordpress article by K. W. Rushing (me), 19 January 2024 (me desperately trying to figure out what DR's real date of birth is because there are multiple ones floating around the internet)

Various obituaries and articles about his death:

The Guardian

The Times

The New York Times

National Post

Independent

The Globe and Mail

Washington Post

Kitchener

Wral News

BroadwayWorld

#douglas rain

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wiltf · 1 year

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you’re five minutes into filling in the headline with a pen, when your phone buzzes.

twice. three times.

and you are determined to ignore it, because you are. not stubborn, but insistent. researching. intently reading the necessary magazines and were in fact busy studying the local lineup, thank you. definitely, absolutely, not being stubborn and ignoring your phone.

god, you can’t even convince yourself that you’re not being a dick.

phone flipped over, and there are too many notifications for the shit brick to deal with. clogged up and awkwardly glitching over each other, but the lil rain cloud is still apparent. stupid lil icons and stupid lil messages and you’re opening them anyway, because you’re a dick and a sook and plant your cheek on your desk, holding the phone in front of your eyes.

threatening to go cross-eyed.

ah, fuck it. phone rings, screen turns on, and you look like shit. it takes about five rings for seven to pick up, and he looks equally fucked up. bleary-eyed, cheek on desk. a line in his forehead that doesn’t look right.

you’re not sure what to even say.

“so.”

who said it first? second? god. shit. fuck. girl, help. you barely showered and your hair is still damp and you can still remember the way he held you. the way you literally broke rule number one of being in a band.

but on the other hand, you totally got why fleetwood mac was able to produce the music it did. would that also be a dick move to write — y’know what, thought for later.

right now, you’re just holding seven’s gaze, until he’s sinking his teeth into his lower lip and. he’s in the same way. you know that look — you know that look — and it’s all about reaching through the screen and kissing him and going back in time and shaking yourself and towelling down your hair and hanging up and,

and,

you bite the bullet. “how’s your morning been?”

“bit cold when i woke up…”

yep, that was a really noticeable wince from you. well you didn’t mean to run out. you panicked! a normal reaction. totally normal for someone who blurred that line of friendship and sexual (and maybe romantic?) because she had a big dumb mouth and he had a big dumb—

hm. no. stop that train of thought. “seven, i just—”

“we can go back to before, if you want.”

it was always wild to you that people thought seven was cool and calm. he had those big baby doe eyes that gave far too much away, especially when they were turned on you. got you doing all kinds of stupid shit growing up, because seven was. is.

“i don’t think i know how to. only so many friendships survive seeing each other naked.”

you mean for it to come off as a joke. it doesn’t land. sure, you’d seen each other in whatever over the years but there was a difference between outright seeing that like last night. and touching. and kissing. and putting your lips on him the way you did.

“jen, do you—do you not want to—”

loud swallow. adam’s apple bobbing. the bruise is visible, the one you left there. but his eyes are going red and you’re torn between it all. because you fucking loved last night and you got all those fantastic feelings rushing through you and it was seven but then you woke up and realised. you fucked up. you crossed that line and you don’t know how to go back because he looks like he’s gonna cry and your hormones were sitting right there with you. going crazy.

“i fucking love you, dude,” you say, all thick and heavy and his lips were looking a lil bruised too. goddamn. “i shouldn’t have… i ruined it.”

because you were horny and in love and riding off a high from the last gig and seven was there. always just in reach. and you’d noticed him from day one but something about last night just. “i shouldn’t have asked you to fuck.”

“saying like i didn’t want to.”

you snort, despite the situation. “yeah, you made that pretty obvious.”

his turn, corners of his mouth jumping just a fraction. “i meant what i said last night, too.”

“i know.” pause, before you exhale. sit upright. “me too.”

“i know,” seven says in a way that is definitely threatening on repeating yourselves into a cycle of ‘me too’s. and last time you did that, it got very close to a few tears and wails and throwing yourselves at each other.

actually,

“what are you doing now?”

puff of air that hits the curls across his forehead. “honestly? was gonna spend all day thinking about calling you, so that’s as far as i got with planning.” there is that slip of a smile now, all sexy and cute and tempting you through a crackly screen.

but you know. that underneath it, in the corner of it, was that anxiety you felt. it’s not quite gone from your chest, and the regret is still heavy. it’ll probably keep you up at night for far too long, because it’ll be that little worm in the back of your mind, about whether you should’ve crossed that line.

“wanna come over? i have new face masks and like four bags of popcorn going out of date soon.”

“you always know how to treat me right.”

seven is all a blush high on his cheeks and curls framing his face in all the right ways. looking at you like he had last night. maybe you’ll talk about it. maybe you’ll put it into a song. put those words in a bottle and throw it into the ocean.

“see you soon?”

“always.”

man, you were so fucking in love with him.

#infamous if #oc: jennifer lamb #c: seven lawless #post: fanfic

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grandmaster-anne · 2 years

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The Princess Royal at 70: The stories behind Country Life’s Frontispiece pictures

Country Life | Published 30 July 2020

Country Life magazine’s famous frontispiece page has featured many members of the royal family over the years, and it’s always something special when they take part.

The 29 July 2020 appearance by Princess Anne is doubly so, since The Princess kindly agreed to edit this very special issue to mark her upcoming 70th birthday.

We’ve got a few details below of the images chosen by our picture editor Lucy Ford for this page, so all our readers can find out where and when each one comes from.

1950: Mother and daughter portrait

21st October 1950: Princess Elizabeth with her baby daughter Princess Anne who is wearing the Royal christening robe made of Honiton lace. (Photo by Central Press/Getty Images)

1954: The smiley young girl

An official portrait of Princess Anne taken on 14 August 1954, one day before her 4th birthday. (Photo by STF/AFP via Getty Images)

1973: The budding horsewoman and future Olympian

Princess Anne competing in the Dressage section of a three day event In Kiev, Russia, 5-11 September 1973. (Photo by Tim Graham Photo Library via Getty Images)

1974: A Royal Tour

Princess Anne pictured during Royal tour of Canada in 1974 with her first husband, Mark Philips. (Photo by Graham Bezant/Toronto Star via Getty Images)

1979: On duty in London

Princess Anne at The Great Children’s Party in Hyde Park, London, on 30 May, 1979. (Photo by Tim Graham Photo Library via Getty Images)

1980: Defying the rain on her 30th birthday

HRH The Princess Anne in the grounds of her home at Gatcombe Park, Gloucestershire on 10th June 1980. Part of a series of photographs to commemorate Princess Anne’s 30th birthday — note the umbrella in the corner to defy the summer rain! (Photo by Lichfield Archive via Getty Images).

1982: A family of her own

Her Royal Highness Princess Anne and her children Peter and Zara Phillips. (Photo by © Norman Parkinson Achive/Iconic Images/Getty Images)

2018: Royal Parade

Princess Anne at Trooping The Colour, the ceremony marking the Queen’s 92nd birthday, on 9 Jun 2018. (Photo: WENN.com via Alamy)

2020 and beyond: Still going strong

The final image in the frontispiece was taken by photographer John Swannell, who has photographed Princess Anne many times over the years — and who took the image of her on the 29 July 2020 magazine’s front cover.

#princess anne #princess royal #country life #article

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soranihimawari · 8 months

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Diamond Dogs

A regular story about an expensive bottle of sake and why world famous model, Miya Osamu, chooses “diamond” as your nickname.

Pairing: photographer!reader x model!au

Warnings: nsfw// mentions of random hookups// sexual awakenings talks & fantasies//

Notes: both leads are 20-somethings…this is a flashback story

Rating: MOF (miya osamu fluff)// nsfw

Part 1

“Osamu!”

You’re nineteen years old when you travel on your first company cruise. The cruise was to celebrate the magazine’s twenty-fifth year of publication, hence why you were welcomed aboard and there are models, drugs, champagne, all parts essential to an industry party. You’re just rubbing elbows, saying hi to familiar few faces, some tease you about pulling that amazing fierce shot at Cannes of two Hollywood actors in their sharpest Armani suits imported no less.

With all that white noise, you see an old friend. How old? You don’t remember much from your time in Hyogo because for both of you, it seemed a lifetime ago. Perhaps before he was a world famous model with his iconic twin, he was the silver haired mischievous fox of the school. Miya Osamu was a royal you couldn’t touch let alone even dream about in a romantic light unless you were popular and had your wits about you. That being said, he did find you once in a corner of the school, ridiculed for your, “shite shots of out of focus flowers” and “crappy angles because you cut the volleyball team out of a wonderful cloud scene,” and somehow you stood there unfazed by it. The scene of you having the camera you had exposed to the light and you sniffling saying your midterm reel was lost sort of made him snap. Vulgar words were said and you, pick up the camera, the photos with the muddy foot prints because it rained that afternoon, half smiled at him saying, “you’re not so bad afterall,” which meant you tried to thank him.

“It’s ok to cry ya know,” Osamu offers you a kerchief he used to wrap his bento. “‘S just us in this stairwell, uh…”

“Been in the same homeroom since last year middle school and you don’t know my name? That’s a bummer,” you sniffle. “You may be pretty like a diamond, but sometimes you’ve got to be built like one… metaphorically. Thanks for the kerchief. I really should get to my cram school session.”

You hand him back the kerchief and you walk tall.

So that wasn’t just a memory that played whenever you saw him thereafter. You remember him sending his twin to find out your likes and dislikes and when Atsumu would say he found nothing, Osamu was so irate. Until you needed help with Modern English Granmer—your teacher paired you together because Osamu was in need for extra credit and tutoring was one of the viable ways to keep him both on the volleyball team’s good graces and away from his women fanclub.

Years pass, uncanny friendship aside, Osamu is aboard this ship. Why? Because Atsumu is so, so close to figuring out how long his brother has been in love with you. Even if Atsumu grew to love you more, the ash blonde was miles away ‘screwing’ some new plus one the tabloids would eat up. You think it’s a funny ploy, however whenever the boys’ dating live came up, it left up with a sour taste.

Regardless, your friend calls Osamu over, not being fully read into your past with one half of Cartier models duo, and much to your surprise he sauntered over.

“You grew up quite nicely, filled out, I mean,” he greets your friend making some suggestive hand signs.

Your friend laughs before pulling the, “have you met my friend, yn? Turns out they know about Hyogo too…”

You sip your champagne nonchalantly as a catering waiter walks by with a trail of desserts. Your friend could see Osamu watch you curious… with enough time, you return to the conversation they were having. Time passes a little after that when you bow politely and excuse yourself when you’re about to relieve yourself and redo your hair. You must have muttered it because Osamu is sneaky with his free hand and holds yours, whispering, “ya look fine. It’s been a while.”

One of three things happen after cocktail hour: first, the boat docks in the harbour. Second, you remember now that you’re not in Tokyo for this trip, you’re in Singapore. Third, you don’t have to decline Osamu’s invitation to show you around the city, but he does when you seem a bit hesitant. You wear medical masks and sunglasses blaming it on the brightness of the city lights making references to several CyberPunk films.

Miya Osamu’s many things, but charging was a forgotten quality even now as you eat Singapore style Mai Fan. He laughs easily with you, you smile a bit.

“That’s a first,” he says dreamily while you raise your glass to your lips and drink the warm liquor inside.

“What is?”

“Your smile.”

The smile disappears off your face as you retrace your steps with him in your mind. Quietly you lean in and reminded him he made you laugh uncontrollably in the library as teenagers.

“But this is the first time I’ve seen it come so effortless,” he replies, his hand frozen in the air almost touching your face. “May I?”

“Not here,” you stand and leave some notes behind.

Osamu follows you shortly thereafter into an abandoned alleyway by the swank hotel everyone on the yacht was staying at. He kabedons you this time, and when your brain catches up to your heart, you’re already in the midst of gripping his collar in an air tight exchange via mouth to mouth. He knocks the wind out of you pushing you higher against the walls, like he has always envisioned in his imagination. Your body responds for you, hooking your legs around him when his lips leave yours to kiss and bruise your neck.

“Ahh… ‘Samu,” you’re trying to focus a little , but you remember how relentless the Miya twins are. They got what they wanted, always have and will…

And tonight? Miya Osamu wants you.

Luckily enough after the teasing game his hands played with your parts below the belt, you make sure you’re not followed by any lingering cameras when you enter his room and he suddenly reflects on the one time he called you Diamond. It’s not important now as he has proof of what his presence can do to you all over his fingertips. Your outfit not ruined by his manhandling just yet until he has the fabric having so low off your body in his room.

“Vintage loan, careful with that,” you say when he slips off the remaining parts of the outfit.

“Take these off for me, yeah?”

Osamu sits on his haunches as you attempt to take his buttons off, he notices your hands shake.

“Nervous?”

Three buttons, more down the seam to go…

“It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything this risqué,” you say. “You taught me how to kiss, what foreplay was, what sex can be and actually is…”

“You make me sound like Atsumu.”

“But I’m with the better Miya.”

He chuckles when you kiss him sliding his shirt off of his shoulders.

“Let me have you,” his voice is low and ignites your skin on your neck. “Please. You have no idea how much I’ve been needing this. Needing you.”

“Where were you, huh?” your voice is sinister as it drives him madly faster to undo his pants, he slides your garments to the side and manhandles your hips higher so he can tease you below your own waist too.

“Too busy trying to find a decent fuck in this town and your friend called me over,” he kisses your thigh before easing himself into you.

You hiss and whine, saying to give yourself some time to breathe and within the next breath a few curses on either side of this sexual encounter has Osamu buried to the hilt, your body ignited a primal spark in his soul and he unleashes every ounce of formidable restraint since you reintroduced yourself to him. This was how it ought to be, he thinks selfishly. You’re right where I need you, his subconscious drinks your panting and glistening body in, he lets you curl into him when he kisses your shoulders; the bed moves with the force of his and your combined movements.

“Ngh~s’good,” your nails dig into the back of his tensing shoulders. Both boys had different tells, you’d know this since you’ve watched them do exclusively nearly nude shots for other designer brands. Atsumu’s was slurred words once he did decide to eat his date for dinner, or so you heard at the model agency lending out their most experienced ladies for a California-coast inspired swim line; Osamu’s is the tensing of his beautifully sculpted back, one you saw by accident when he was in a quick change.

Either way, with either twin, you knew you’d experience pure unadulterated bliss. And so with Osamu, muttering how he’d never outgrow the greed of your sexual escapades (with him)—he commands your body’s inhibitions to create an artistic mess of young love in this hotel. He does fuck you like a dog should, lest he forgets how much of a lustful demon you can be in bed, snarling his name after your first two highs—you turn him over like an alligator and while you ride his cock, his eyes roll to the back of his head as do yours and he cums… your translucent juices stick to his lower abdomen as even his seed slips down your inner thighs. Osamu’s hands keep your hips steady at the angle he yearned for. Your hands find their way to his throat and with a gentle, yet firm squeeze, you choke him and he laughs smiles.

“Again baby,” he’s amused when his canines smirks at you.

The bed creaks when you bend down to whisper in his ear, “Beware the diamond dogs are fucked…”

And your lips curl into a smile as you lick a stripe between his neck and ear, ending with a nibbling bite and Osamu moans into the darkness of the night.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #🔞.nsfw #🔞—osamu x reader: Diamond Dogs

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cartermagazine · 1 year

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Today In History Diana Ross, actress, legendary solo singer, and lead singer for the Supremes, was born in Detroit, MI, on this date March 26, 1944. Defines an icon, a national treasure with a magnificent legacy that has changed the course of music history and popular culture-Diana Ross would help to create a national cultural movement and become the premiere artist at the renown Motown Records. Her extraordinary journey from the leader of The Supremes to her solo career has inspired and empowered countless musicians, artists, celebrities, and young dreamers. Her voice, described as “honey” and “angelic,” has over 100 million streams, downloads and sales around the world. In what has been described as one of the greatest live concert performances, Diana Ross drew a crowd of over 800,000 people to New York’s Central Park on July 21 & 22, 1983. Soon after the show began on July 21, pouring rain and heavy wind threatened to put an end to the show, but she pushed on for much of the set, urging the drenched crowd to remain calm and stay with her. Eventually the storm put an end to the performance, but not before she promised her fans that she would return the next day. True to her word, she performed the entire concert again on July 22nd for the people of New York City. “As you hear my voice, you hear my heart. ‘Let Love Lead the Way.’ I am so happy to have music as a part of my life. For the many moments of traveling and singing songs to you and loving you, I am so, so grateful. Thank You for all the blessings in my life that you have given me. I have always felt your beautiful love. Thank you to my children and all my family. Thank you to all those that have made this incredible journey possible.” CARTER™️ Magazine carter-mag.com #wherehistoryandhiphopmeet #historyandhiphop365 #cartermagazine #carter #staywoke #dianaross #womenshistorymonth #blackhistorymonth #blackhistory https://www.instagram.com/p/CqP8aloOohN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#wherehistoryandhiphopmeet #historyandhiphop365 #cartermagazine #carter #staywoke #dianaross #womenshistorymonth #blackhistorymonth #blackhistory

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years

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To hell with the New York Times's top 25 commercial/luxurious travel experiences. You can have your own. Here's some of mine, and reflecting on them makes me feel quite replete and not in need of any gourmet well-beaten trails. I hope you have yours.

--travel the pilgrimage trail of St. Jacques de Compostelle from Paris to the Spanish border as a teenage art historian, with the great Mme Francoise Weinman interpreting, 1978.

--bathe in a bathtub on a hillside on Western Shoshone land above matriarchs and federal challengers Mary and Carry Dann's ranch in eastern Nevada while listening to Lucinda Williams for the first time (music courtesy of Lauri Di, who then gave me the homemade cassette), 1991.

--raft trip on assignment for Sierra Magazine, 1995, in a roadless wilderness the size of Portugal in NE British Columbia, where the whole community of wildlife was living its many lives largely undisturbed.

--Dance all night in the streets of Paris, Fete de la Musique, circa 1998, be serenaded by Timothy O'Toole's brother with Marianne Faithful's "Ballad of Lucy Jordan" in parting. (Research for Wanderlust was the official reason to be there.)

--Seattle Nov. 30-Dec. 1, when the protest in the streets galvanized the poor countries to resist the World Trade Organization's bullying on behalf of the rich corporations and countries and the fate of the world took a left turn. "When hope and history rhyme." Thank you David Solnit, who had a lot to do with it.

--Hike with Lucy Lippard to the remote valley whose entrance is framed by two great natural stone slabs on each of which a life-sized cornstalk petroglyph appears; take Barry Lopez to see the life-size bear petroglyph nearby and the giant zig-zag snake petroglyphs, get drenched in a monsoon rain together, New Mexico circa 1999-2001 or so

--Multiple times participating in the Good Friday pilgrimage to Chimayo, NM, circa 1998-2010, witnessing the landscape, the devotion and dedication, the generosity, and the low-rider Cadillac of the stations of the cross.

--find the exact places Eadweard Muybridge, Carleton Watkins, Ansel Adams, and Edward Weston stood to make their iconic pictures of Yosemite with Mark Klett and Byron Wolfe (in what became our book Yosemite in Time), and camp out in the supremely serene jeffrey pine forest south of Mono Lake while working on the project, 2001-4

--repeat visits to New Orleans to first understand the terrible things of Hurricane Katrina and then fall in love with the wonderful culture and dance in various second lines, etc., 2006 onward....

--Zapatista Women's Encuentro, late Dec.-January 1, Chiapas, Mexico, with Marina Sitrin and Sam Sitrin

--Iceland, summer of 2008 (partly melancholy, but studded with epiphanies): "I traveled a little, and on the south coast of Iceland had one magnificent midsummer day that began with a long walk on a path edged with tiny flowers past the largest glacier in Europe, went on to a bay in which the glacier was calving icebergs that were vivid blue in a blue inlet of the sea, and then traversed a long strand of wet sand that reflected the white clouds and blue sky so that heaven and earth were indistinguishable, and the clouds overhead seemed to be almost close enough to touch and those near the horizon seemed to be very near infinity. It was as close to a vision of paradise as I’ve been granted with my eyes open. After that I saw another bay full of hundreds of swans and a steep valley through which dozens of thin waterfalls trickled and poured from the heights. That day ended at a robin’s nest Klara showed me in the low willows in the quiet light at midnight, five small mottled eggs like turquoise stones."

--first visit to David Rumsey's map collection, San Francisco, with David's visionary insight into cartography....-

-two weeks aboard a Swedish vessel circumambulating Svalbard in the high Arctic, 2011

--Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, raft trip, summer solstice, 2014 (also working as a journalist), but also thank you Michael Brune and Dan Ritzman https://www.theguardian.com/.../alaska-wildlife-sanctuary...

--Mt Burdell in green winter splendor, over so many years...

--wake up at Standing Rock to see thousand of joyful people celebrating their determination and solidarity on the great green prairie, 2016 (I went there to report for the Guardian, all too briefly)

--Traveling with Dolpo Tulku rimpoche through Dolpo, the Tibetan plateau/Buddhist land in which he is the spiritual leader, fall 2017, with Roshi Joan Halifax and various others, and doing another version of that route in 2015 that repeats Peter Matthiesson's in The Snow Leopard, including being welcomed into Shey Gompo, and seeing people engaged in daily life on almost medieval terms: plowing with yaks, threshing and reaping and winnowing by hand, traveling on foot or by beast, weaving on wooden looms, tending livestock, crossing high passes up to 17,600' high, spending a month on foot (and occasionally horse)....

--the enchanting walk from the Baldock train station to the cottage Orwell lived in 1936-1940s, through wheat fields full of flints formed undersea and rural rights of way, crossing the ancient Icknield Way (returning to where I first met those roses he planted, if they're his, on Nov. 2, 2017), 2019, walking it again this summer with Rob Macfarlane, 2022

--So many mornings of glorious light at Ocean Beach, because like all of you I also live in the destination.

--camping with my great-nieces who make everything new and exciting again. p.s. Just a reminder: I have had adventures, but my everyday life is staying home quietly turning words around and trying to make meaning with them.

[Rebecca Solnit ]

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