#team no sleep for Trump

[a-telepathic-tweak]

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[norrizzandpia]

hey bestiee!!

I wanted to request femxreader who’s having trouble with sleep and calls lando when he’s away because she misses him so much

thanksss🧡

I NEED HIM ON SPEED DIAL.

What Are You Doing Up? (LN4)

Summary: She can’t go to sleep when he isn’t there.

Warnings: again, arguably the cutest thing ive ever written

Her eyes felt as if they had been glued open as she stared up at the ceiling. Nothing seemed to work. No amount of tea or medicine could get her body to relax and give into the sleep she so desperately wanted and needed.

The one thing she hadn’t tried and the one thing she really didn’t want to bother was the one thing she knew would actually work.

Lando.

Her boyfriend had become the expert on getting her back to sleep on nights when she was too fidgety or energized to lay down and stay still. His quiet whispers could easily make her drowsy and his soft hands roaming her skin never once failed to make her eyes droop. Whether it was the fact she found his presence calming or he was just the insomniac-whisperer, she didn’t know.

Nevertheless, on nights when he wasn’t there to find her up and walking around the kitchen in search of something to do, she had to try and get herself back to sleep on her own. Usually, she could do it. It would take hours and hard work, but she could get to sleep eventually. However, now, as she glanced at the clock and it read 4:30 AM, she realized calling Lando was inevitable.

Part of her brain knew he was the last resort, but the other was relieved to hear his voice because, God, did she miss him.

His race weekends had been going phenomenally and she was immensely proud of him, but she couldn’t get over seeing him on screen and wishing he was beside her.

No amount of phone calls, facetimes, voice notes, or text messages could cure the overwhelming yearning she harbored for the man in her life.

Her thumb hesitantly hovered over his contact, doubting at the last moment if she should really disturb him. But wanting sleep and her boyfriend trumped any second thoughts as she let out a breath and clicked his number.

The number rang for a few seconds before she heard shuffling, a rushed “give me one moment”, and then his voice.

“Y/n? What’s going on, baby? Isn’t it like-” A pause told her he was checking the time, “4:30 in the morning over there?”

She nodded, letting out a sigh before responding, “Yes,”

The exhaustion was evident and thick in her voice as it dawned on Lando why his girlfriend had called him when it was the crack of dawn for her.

“You can’t sleep,” He whispered, disappointment and empathy for her.

She had been so busy the few days before without much sleep that her walls began to fall down, tears rising in her eyes as she wished for any kind of rest.

“I can’t sleep,” She repeated, choked sounds escaping her throat as she willed for his support.

“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry. What can I do, love?” He said, moving to a more secluded corner as to gain privacy to speak to her freely.

She shook her head, fingers coming to pinch her nose, “I don’t know. Just talk to me about your day. Maybe that’ll help me calm down.”

“Okay, okay, I can do that.” He whispered lovingly, feeling heartbroken he couldn’t be there to help her through this.

She set the phone beside her ear, blankets up to her chin as he began.

“Well, it’s around 7:30 PM here in Vegas and I was just talking to Oscar and the engineers about going to get some dinner. Testing went really well today and the car is super quick. Baby, it’s going to be such a great race. I’m really hopeful. Anyway, I had a really good workout this morning too. Things are just going really well, honestly, with the team and Oscar. 1-2 is looking not as impossible now which is crazy, baby. And!” He exclaimed, getting excited as he rambled, “And I got to try In-n-Out! Remember that really big burger chain I was telling you about? It’s so fucking popular here and it’s not anywhere else except the west coast of the U.S? Yeah! I got to try it and, no doubt, baby, it was so fucking good. Genuinely, some of the best fast food I’ve ever had. We have to come back to the west coast over holiday, so I can show you it and all the other weird things Americans do. How does that sound, baby?”

Lando was met with silence to his question, thinking she hated the idea, until his ears heard soft, rhythmic sighs on the other line. His heart swelled at the infamous noises of her having dosed off. He loved the fact that he was the only person to be able to get her back to sleep, but also despised it during times like these when she failed to let him know of her problems until the last minute. He wished he could make her understand that any call from her was never going to be a disruption or annoyance.

He would always be overjoyed to hear from her, whether that was with bad or good news.

Nevertheless, he listened to her breathing for a few minutes, wanting to make sure she stayed asleep and didn’t need anymore of his help. When he was sure of her state, he whispered to the woman he knew couldn’t hear him, “I love you so much, my love. Glad I could help.”

He didn’t care that she couldn’t comprehend his words, saying it because, even when she was asleep, she deserved to hear how much he cared about her.

Hanging up the phone and waving off his team behind him who was rushing him as they so desperately wanted to go get food, Lando sent her a quick text.

Lan 🧡

Next time, call me the second you start struggling to fall asleep. I’m always here for you, beautiful. Call me when you wake up xx

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #mclaren #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagines #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris #lando norris smut #lando norris fic #lando norris edit #lando norris x you

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | teen | 2.5k | tags: different first meeting, emotional hurt/comfort | summary: What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives? | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is asking, "do you want a blanket?" by @thefreakandthehair | AO3)

Steve's life was completely turned upside down (theoretically he sees the humor in this, but in practice the trauma trumps the pun) six months and six days ago when he came face-to-face with a honest-to-God inter-dimensional monster and barely survived to not tell the tale thanks to an airtight and frankly scary NDA.

He should be over it by now, right? He shouldn't be waking up screaming, drenched in his own sweat and shaking all over, his heart racing in his chest and his stomach in his throat.

Right.

Well, he's not. He doesn't get over it. The nightmares don't go away. If anything, he feels like they're getting worse, his mind adding horrible details and things that didn't happen, but could have, to keep torturing him.

He's a fucking mess.

Steve Harrington is a mess. His grades are slipping, on their way to joining his social status at rock bottom, and even his performance as co-captain of the swim team and basketball team is suffering from lack of sleep.

The only thing he has going for him is Nancy. Nancy, who doesn't understand that Steve just wants to get over the horror and the paranoia, just wants his life back, just wants to be normal again.

She doesn't say it outright, but he knows she thinks he's selfish, too self-centered to care about anything but himself. Sure, he's made amends with Jonathan and cut ties with Tommy and Carol, but deep down, Nancy doesn't think he's changed all that much. He's not Jonathan, he's not mature and monosyllabic and introspective. Just dumb little Steve, pretty to look at but not much else to offer.

These are the things he ponders during his late-night drives when another nightmare keeps him awake. It's impossible to fall asleep with terror pumping through his veins, so instead he climbs into his car and just drives. Some nights he will drive for hours, music playing softly from one of his tapes, Queen, Springsteen, Tears For Fears, Bon Jovi.

Tonight his drive takes him to the edge of town, right where a dirt road leads to the quarry. Steve has no idea why, but something makes him actually leave the main road and turn onto it. He follows it where it leads into the woods, slowing down on the bumpy road until he sees the dense cluster of trees open up to reveal a glimpse of the starry night sky. The path seems to open up into a clearing, and just there, to the right, Steve spots an old van.

He knows the car, has seen it often enough in the parking lot of Hawkins High to know that it belongs to none other than Eddie Munson, local drug dealer and freak.

At least that's what everyone keeps calling him, and sure, the guy seems a little weird, with his speeches on cafeteria tables, his dramatic antics in and out of class. He certainly doesn't look like most of the other kids, with his ripped jeans (clearly from wear and tear rather than fashion sense), long, unruly curls, and loud shirts advertising bands Steve has never heard of. People also shit on him for his father and for living in a trailer park, but none of that sounds particularly freaky to Steve.

Knowing what he does now, though, it worries him to think of Munson all alone out here where anything could happen to him. He doesn't know Munson, just about him, but Steve couldn't live with himself if he came to school on Monday and found Munson missing. One person has already died because of his carelessness, and no one deserves to suffer the same fate as Nancy's friend Barb.

Parking his car right next to Munson's, Steve climbs out and walks around the car to the trunk to pick up the nail bat that saved his life and the lives of Nancy and Jonathan. Then he makes his way to the opening of the clearing ahead.

Stepping out of the trees, Steve stops to take in the sight before him.

Above him stretches the inky expanse of the night sky, a seemingly endless void painted with a myriad of distant stars. The moonlight danced along the jagged edges of the quarry, revealing the vastness of the rocky landscape below in a silvery glow. The only sound that broke the silence of the night was the occasional soft rustle of leaves. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it a hint of earthiness from the rocky terrain. In this secluded enclave, far from the lights of the city, the stars were front and center, and Steve felt unbelievably small.

With his shoulders hunched over his ears and his arms slung protectively around his knees, the figure sitting on the edge of the cliff looks even smaller than he feels.

It seems that Munson didn't even hear his car approaching, and that makes Steve's hair stand on end because it means that anyone, anything could have snuck up on him. It's not safe.

Steve approaches cautiously, trying his best not to startle the other boy and cause him to fall to his certain death.

"Munson?" He asks softly, quietly, but to no avail. It still causes Munson to flail in surprise, and only Steve's quick reflexes keep him from falling over the edge. With his knees still smarting from the sudden drop to the ground, Steve has his arm wrapped around the other boy, and both of them are panting from the shock.

"Fuck, man, are you trying to kill me?" Munson's voice quavers too much to be truly biting.

Steve carefully loosens his grip on Munson and leans back to sit on his haunches. Running a slightly trembling hand through his hair, he can't help but bite back. "If you paid more attention to what was going on around you, you would have heard me coming. I wasn't really trying to be subtle. It's like you want to get killed."

Munson scoots away from the edge of the cliff and climbs to his feet to look down at Steve and the nail bat he dropped when he made a grab for the other boy. He raises a judgmental eyebrow, causing Steve's defenses to go up in an instant.

They look at each other, brown meeting hazel, until Munson breaks the silence. "By someone walking around with a nail-studded bat, you mean?"

"I wasn't going to hit you with it!" And crap, abort Harrington, abort.

Now both eyebrows look at him questioningly. "And who, pray tell, pissed off King Steve enough to deserve this kind of treatment?"

"No one! For God's sake, I thought you might be in danger and wanted to be prepared in case you were." Then he adds, "After what happened to Will Byers and Barbara Holland, you'd think people in this town would be more careful instead of hanging out in the woods in the middle of the night."

Ed-No, Munson's eyes soften at his explanation. "Shit, sorry man. You're right, I guess." Shuffling his feet, he offers his own explanation for his harsh reaction. "Just had a shitty day, I guess. I shouldn't have bitten your head off for trying to look out for me. Although I never thought King Steve would ride in on his white horse to save the school freak from unimaginable evil."

"White horse? What, like a knight? Does that make you the damsel in distress, Munson?"

Munson gets a strange look on his face at Steve's words, and before he knows what's happening, the guy pretends to faint right into his arms. He catches him just before he hits the ground and feels how cold the boy's body is in his thin t-shirt. "My savior," Munson croons, and Steve rolls his eyes at his antics. Still not a freak, but definitely weird.

Instead of dignifying this with an answer, Steve says, "You're freezing, man. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night anyway?"

Dark brown eyes search his, and Steve thinks he's never seen such expressive eyes. He can read a myriad of emotions in them and he doesn't even know the guy. Sadness, caution, defeat, and something he's seen in the mirror a lot in the last few months: fear.

"I bet you have better things to do than listen to my sad little problems. Can't imagine you're just running around town rescuing damsels in distress now, I'm sure you have places to be, a kingdom to rule..."

"Could you just drop the whole 'King Steve' crap, man? I'm not him. Not anymore. Even if nobody seems to have gotten the memo."

"Okay, woah, sorry, man. I didn't know this was such a touchy subject."

"Do you want me to call you a freak and make assumptions about you based solely on high school gossip?"

"I don't know, don't you?"

"I'm trying not to. You don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to. I'm just saying... I know what it's like when you can't stand lying in your bed staring at the ceiling any longer. Wanting to get out and leave whatever it is that's bothering you behind, but no matter how fast you drive, it keeps catching up with you."

He's rambling, he knows he is, he didn't plan on unburdening his heart to Eddie Munson of all people, but here they are.

"I failed senior year." Eddie finally admits in a small voice, not meeting Steve's eyes.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Fuck, man. That sucks. Can you repeat it?"

"Sure. But I... God, everyone was right all along. I'm a failure, a fuckup. Just like my dad. A good-for-nothing waste of space. I haven't even told Wayne, I can't stand the look in his eyes when I tell him". There are tears in Eddie's eyes and Steve's heart breaks for him.

"Fuck!" Eddie shouts across the quarry and a flock of birds takes flight somewhere in the nearby woods. He's shaking again, and this time it's not from the adrenaline. Steve can't really take away any of the things that are weighing on Eddie, but he can offer him something else.

"Do you want a blanket?"

Eddie's doe eyes blink at him slowly, as if he's not sure he heard him right.

"You're only wearing a T-shirt, you must be cold." Eddie doesn't deny it. "Let me get you a blanket, then."

Another slow blink, and then, "If you're...sure?"

Steve gives him a smile that he hopes is warm and reassuring. "I'm sure." He walks over to his BMW and takes the nail bat with him, exchanging it for the blanket that he keeps in the trunk of his car at all times. Tommy H. calls it the "baby maker blanket," which is so typical of Tommy that Steve wonders why he was hanging out with him at all. Maybe because he was a friend to Steve when no one else would be.

But maybe he won't tell Eddie about the blanket's history. Anyway, it's freshly washed and smells only of his detergent.

Handing it to the boy, Steve says, "There you go," before turning to walk back to his car.

"Where are you going?"

When Steve turns back, Eddie is sitting on the ground with the blanket around his shoulder, one end held open as if inviting Steve to join him.

"Back home?" It's not supposed to sound like a question, but some of his reluctance to leave seeps into it anyway. He doesn't want to go home to his empty house and bed, afraid to close his eyes in case the nightmares come back.

"Look, you don't have to, of course, but if you want, you can stay and tell me what brought you here in the middle of the night. Or not. We could just sit here in silence, totally fine with me."

Steve snorts, because even though this is the first time he's had a conversation with Eddie, he can already tell that silence doesn't come easy to him.

"If you're sure," he repeats Eddie's words back to him as he makes his way over to him.

"I'm sure," Eddie says firmly, wrapping the blanket around Steve as soon as he sits down next to him.

Many things surprised Steve that night, but most of all how comfortable the silence between him and Eddie had felt as they watched the stars until they gave way to the rising sun.

They never talked about that night again, the polite nods in the halls all the acknowledgment they allowed for what had happened.

But when Steve walks across the stage to receive his diploma in 1985, he notices Eddie's absence and his heart aches for him. He had been looking forward to seeing Eddie walk across the stage next to him, to give him a smile, a wink. Maybe even ask him out for a celebratory beer, if he's being completely honest with himself.

The sad truth is: Steve had no one to spend his graduation with, no girlfriend, no friends, just a 13-year-old know-it-all whose bedtime didn't really allow for any kind of grown-up celebration. Eddie was his only hope of not being alone tonight.

That's probably why he's heading out to the quarry again that night, bat and blanket in tow.

It's a shot in the dark, and at the same time it's not. Because there Eddie is, sitting on the edge again, small and defeated, and just as alone as Steve. Without a word, Steve joins him on the ground and wraps the blanket around them both.

"I'm sorry."

Eddie's warm weight settles against him. "Me too." Silence falls between them, and Steve thinks that's all they'll say, but then Eddie nudges his shoulder with his own and says, "I'm sorry, too. About Wheeler."

"Me too."

Steve thinks that even if he's not a poet, there's something symbolic in the way they both watch the sun rise again over the quarry.

The next time he wrapped the blanket around Eddie, it was again in the middle of the night. Only this time, Eddie is unconscious in the back of his car while Steve races to the hospital, praying to any God who will listen that this will not be the last time.

It isn't. Not by a long shot. Getting the blood out is not easy, but with Joyce's help he manages. The blanket is there when physical therapy is especially grueling, when they both sit on the porch of Eddie's new trailer, Steve holding Eddie under the blanket's protective cover.

It's there when Steve moves in with the Munsons and gets a special place on Eddie's bed, though they never make love on it. The blood was hard enough to get out, and the material doesn't look like it can take much more deep cleaning.

They take it with them when they move to their apartment in Chicago, and it's there for every bad day either of them has.

Their blanket finds its final purpose, however, with the arrival of their daughter, April. From the day their little bundle of joy moves in with them, she sleeps wrapped in the foundation of Steve and Eddie's love.

Steve may not be a poet, that's Eddie's job, but he appreciates the symbolism all the same.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #day 25 #love is asking “do you want a blanket?” #my writing

[chaoticace2005]

You guys asked for it…

Why Lilith might have left Lucifer:

1. She lost interest. Simple at that. 10,000 years of the same routine…

2. She found out where Eve was and ran to her long lost love.

3. A deal was made with Alastor and she had to flee for her nefarious plans.

4a. Lucifer was bad in bed.

4b. He wouldn’t let her take off his hat while having sex.

5. Lucifer was good in bed and she was getting addicted, so for her own sake she left.

6. She had to get milk.

7. She took a look at hell after all her years of working, saw how fucked up humans are and said “nah.”

8. Donald Trump became president so she fled the country but forgot to take her family with her.

9. She could no longer deal with Lucifer’s ~autistic swag~

10. She got a coupon for an expense-paid trip to the Bahamas.

11. Lucifer wasn’t doing the DAMN DISHES.

12. Lucifer kept asking her to “quack” in bed.

13. There weren’t any good marriage counselors in hell. So she read drama books to fix her marriage and thought this was the best solution.

14. Lucifer got a sleep apnea machine and she couldn’t handle it anymore.

15. She bonked her head and completely forgot who she was. That’s why she scowls when Lute says “Lilith” at the end- because she has no idea who “Lilith” is.

16. Seven years ago Alastor killed Lilith. To cover his tracks he put on a wig and visibly left the cast as “her.”

17. SOMEBODY wasn’t putting the damn seat down. Do you think they have to deal with this in Heaven?

18. There was a silent uprising and assassination plot. She dealt with it all while Charlie and Lucifer remained oblivious, but is now being hunted.

19. Faked her death. Lucifer is somehow unaware that his wife even “died.”

20. Niffty blackmailed her into leaving.

21. They ran out of blond dye at the Hellmart and she couldn’t handle being the only one in the family without blond hair.

22. She felt the need to leave her family, build a luxurious pirate ship, hire random pirates, and sail the seas until she had a homoerotic relationship with a competing pirate and retired.

23. She too borrowed 50 grand from loan sharks, stole a car, and crashed it into a loan shark’s girlfriend (but that bitch had it coming!)

24. She went down in an airplane.

25. Fried getting suntanned.

26. Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand.

27. Her feather allergy kept getting worse and she had to leave for her health.

28. Lucifer kept saying he was “magic in bed” and then would do magic tricks despite being a LITERAL ANGEL.

29. Susan.

30. Committed tax fraud and had to flee the country.

31. She was going to get bottom surgery after Lucifer’s top surgery and is still recovering. (Hell doctors SUCK okay??)

32. Lucifer wouldn’t admit that water is wet.

33. Lucifer was putting ketchup on his pancakes.

34. Lucifer wasn’t vibing with her BFF-girlboss-malewife-bestie Alastor. She couldn’t deal with the ~drama~

35. He wouldn’t stop talking about his Fantasy Sports team.

36. Needed to find some artistic inspiration because the whole “I’m in hell” thing is SO overdone.

37. Not a fan of the circus or clowns.

38. Mental health break. She’ll come back when she’s ready. Sometimes it takes a while.

39. She was KIDNAPPED.

40. Lilith is dead. That’s not Lilith. That’s a shadow version of Lilith made by Alastor who works for her killer (Eve?) That’s why she wears sunglasses. So we can’t see her eyes and the empty void behind them.

#catch the dumb references #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #stupid hazbin hotel lists #hazbin hotel crack #lilith hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lilith morningstar

[itsclydebitches]

ok ok ok but imagine trent's daughter, Phoebe and Henry, on a playdate or exploring stadium together? Like how have these kiddos not become friends??

YOU'RE SO RIGHT, ANON.

Headcanon time:

During a weekend training Henry is visiting again, Roy's sister is sick so he's justifying the Best Uncle award Phoebe gave him last year (it's very glittery), and Trent's babysitter unexpectedly bailed. So they all trail into work with kids that day and Rebecca is like, "Excuse me this is not a fucking daycare."

She says this while giving them all a kiss.

Pheobe: "That's a bad word, Ms. Welton, you owe me a pound."

Henry and Phoebe immediately race outside to play with the team but Trent's daughter, who is both younger and has never played football before, is just the shiest little bean about joining in. Trent, expert in anxious parenting, is prepared to run damage control with her favorite coloring books but Ted holds him back and within ten minutes Phoebe is showing her the ropes while Henry is Very Seriously working to tie her hair back for her.

Henry: "Excuse me, Mr. Independent sir, but can I borrow another hair-tie?"

Trent: "... how do you know my name?"

Trent, internally: Wait. Mr. Independent isn't my name??

Trent, with shorter hair than in Season 2: "Never mind that. How do you know I have hair-ties?"

Henry, answering both questions: "Daddy."

[Trent.exe has stopped working]

Rebecca, shouting across the pitch: "Give her pigtails, Henry! There you go!"

So the crimmlet learns some football and Trent, after recovering from his Omg Ted Talks About Me to His Son panic almost sorta kinda cries about it. By this point the himbos are absolutely in love with the trio and would die for them, no hesitation. (Dani actually says this, which is mildly alarming for the kids). After some super secret techniques are shared -- Phoebe: "This is how you kick the ball into someone's face. Uncle Ted loves it!" -- they all decide that they should probably get some actual training done. Besides, Henry just brought up the West Ham game he went to and... uh...

Yeah. Best to scoot them on out of there. Unconditional love doesn't trump hatred of West Ham, unfortunately.

The stadium houses a team of pro athletes and a massive staff of sleep-deprived professionals, meaning that there's plenty of food to go around for lunch. Ted (childhood personified) and Trent (a domestic mess post-divorce) are both happy to let the kids pig out on snacks. A growled "Fuck that" from Roy sends them off to the kitchen downstairs.

Do stadiums have kitchens? No idea. Probably not. This one does!

Trent, carryout aficionado: "So... does anyone know how to cook?"

Roy: "Do I fucking look like I have time to cook?"

Trent: "This was your idea."

Roy: "Shut up."

Ted: "Hmm. I'm afraid I'm more of a baking man myself."

The kids have been sitting at the counter, heads ping-ponging back and forth as they watch their three guardians fail the basic task of feeding them. Luckily for their faith in adults, it's about this moment that the crimmlet remembers that this is Ted.

Biscuit Ted.

Did you know that Trent Crimm used to be in a band? A metal band? That for six months in college he rebelled in the only way he knew how - artistically - and screamed everything he was keeping bottled up inside until he learned to purge himself through vicious prose instead?

His daughter inherited his lungs.

A six-year-old's high-pitched screaming + the reverberation of a primarily metal space = Significant Pain. Ted's, "Holy moly, Ms. Banshee!" is barely audible and Roy just nopes out of the situation without a shred of guilt. Phoebe and Henry -- immune to loud noises in the way only children can be -- exchange a A Look over the top of the crimmlet's head. Because she's screaming for the biscuits Ted gives her every week.

Henry hasn't had his Dad's cookies in six months.

Phoebe hasn't had them at all.

Now the screaming is joined by Very Indignant Yelling.

Trent: "Ted just make them some fucking biscuits."

Ted: "Right because that's healthier than the vending machines!?"

But one sugary meal is worth saving their eardrums, so.

There's an immediate change in tune when Ted asks who's gonna help him lick the bowl. Instant peace. Baking with three kids is messy, to put it mildly, and Ted isn't entirely sure how flour got into Trent's hair, but it definitely has more white streaks in it than it did this morning. Without thinking, he reaches up to smooth some of the flour away, fingers dragging gently through a lock and brushing his cheek in the process.

[Trent.exe has stopped working x2]

Crimmlet, tugging his pantleg with little flour handprints: "Daddy can the biscuit man stay forever?"

Trent, voice strangled: "... sure, honey."

Higgins pops in to find an absolute disaster of a kitchen and the normally unruffled Trent with cheeks the color of maraschino cherries (what's that about?). After getting caught up on events -- what they're willing to admit to, anyway -- he gently informs them that he could have fixed the kids a meal not made out of sugar and butter. Ah well. Too late now.

Higgins: "Also, Ted, shouldn't you be coaching the boys?"

Ted: "I'm sure Beard has it well in hand."

[Hard cut to the team seated semi-circle around Beard. He's lecturing on the drugs they can take without tanking their careers. Many are taking notes.]

The one good thing about a sugar high is that the crash comes right afterwards. Pheobe managed to get the crimmlet on her shoulders and the three of them raced off to explore the stadium, burning with short-term energy. Trent is mildly concerned about them sneaking out, but Ted reassures him that there's security at every exit. You know, to keep any... uh...

Trent: Press out?

Ted: Not all the press.

Trent: Oh, so I'm an exception am I?

Higgins, still standing there, forgotten, thinking about the book Trent is writing and how yes, he's literally an exception??

Ted: Trent Crimm you are not only an exception, you are exceptional.

[Trent.exe has stopped working x3]

Higgins, internally: OHHHHHHHHH

Later, there is a brief moment of panic when they can't find the kids -- Roy: "Don't worry. I once lost Phoebe and she turned up in my neighbor's bathtub with a new haircut." Ted: "Huh. That there's a story for another time." -- but Will ushers them quietly into the storeroom where they're piled like puppies on a bed of clean laundry, fast asleep. Ted snaps a picture and immediately sends it to the Richmond group chat. The himbos all come running to see the wholesomeness for themselves.

Will, whispering: They're so cute!! ... wait, now I need to do the laundry again :(((

Dani: No. Do not. Their beautiful, sleepy essence will help us win games.

Will: ... weird, but alright.

Henry's getting a little big for this now, but Ted manages to lift him bridle style and gently presses a kiss into his hair. Trent tenderly picks his little girl up, hand cradling her curls.

Roy slings Phoebe over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She doesn't stir.

Rebecca sternly tells them that they're never to do this again, but also if she doesn't see the trio soon they'll regret it. Here's the ten pounds I owe Phoebe. Also there had better be some biscuits left, Ted.

Henry only wakes when they're back at the apartment, Beard flipping through nature documentaries while Ted kicks his legs up into his lap. Henry squeezes between the two of them.

Ted: "You have fun today, kiddo?"

Henry: "Uh huh."

Ted: "Hey, what's Trent's daughter's name anyway?"

Henry: "Oh... I never asked."

Beard tuts. "Why you wanna know so bad?"

Ted: "I just figure I should know his kid's name before I ask him out."

[Trent, twelve miles West, suddenly and without any warning getting hit with an absolute fuckton of feelings]:

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #Roy Kent #Rebecca Welton #Leslie Higgins #Henry Lasso #Pheobe #Trent's daughter #Ted Lasso fic #crack treated seriously

[meggannn]

i've shared a lot of thoughts about dragon age vs baldur's gate 3 writing in private and why i think da banter is still the peak, but i think i can summarize/put a more positive spin on my opinions by saying if bioware writers wrote the bg3 characters, we'd see:

wyll being offended over astarion not because he's a "monster" but because he is a "monster" who has no interest in overcoming his base urges, enjoys killing, would kill again, etc; astarion would simultaneously take out his anger on wyll because a hero never came to save him and he may think wyll (even under contract) is a hypocrite for only saving people he deems are "perfect" victims

shadowheart calling lae'zel a slave to vlaakith or orpheus's will, never her own, pre-nightsong lae'zel snapping it takes one to know one

lae'zel regularly challenging halsin, wyll, and karlach to sparring matches, swordfights, fist fights, etc. first out of pride then friendly competition. by act 3 there is an actual bracket going with bets and wyll is very proud to trump them all when they fight with rapiers, lae'zel declaring "you have impressed me, i will visit you later tonight" to whoever wins

halsin actually remarking on this or that natural landscape and sharing interesting facts about the world instead of just talking about nature being in or out of balance. him saying "hm the rats in the city talk differently than the rats in the grove, nature is stifled but also finds different way of expressing itself here through the cracks" instead of just going "wow the city sucks"

several jokes or accusations about scratch eating boo, the owlcub eating boo, astarion eating boo

speaking of, several arguments about who scratch and the owlcub like more, while everyone fights over it gale smugly knowing scratch absolutely likes him most because he feeds scratch leftovers while he cooks and he's magicked up a full dogbed and inside his tent-that-is-actually-a-minimansion-inside. the owlbear cub is not allowed in though after it ripped apart a very expensive book

shadowheart complaining about patching up everyone more often as time passes because they all come to rely on her to be there: "what would you all do if i wasn't here," "die probably"—everyone

several ongoing conversations about who withers is, what he wants, if he's a god, if he killed a god, does he even sleep or just stand there watching over us all night, astarion wondering what would happen if they killed him and karlach daring him to do it

gale and wyll both being big nonfiction readers, wyll on history and gale on spell theory, wyll tentatively wondering if gale ever came across any magic that could remove devil horns and gale for once not finding the words to reply

karlach trying to bond with astarion over their mutual trauma of being recently enslaved, astarion not giving her an inch because honestly how dare she be happy or want to TALK about feelings out in the open, karlach finding someone stitched up clive for her one night and asking the team if anyone knows who did it and astarion is the only one who doesn't reply

jaheira regularly saying wow y'all are a bunch of children and everyone stops snipping at each other to start dogpiling on her for being an old woman

tldr let them be nastier. let them have real fights and friendships

#bg3 #da stuff #i could go into specific critique but i'd just sound like a hater. yes i like bg3 character writing but it could totally be better #i havent played with minthara so sorry idk about her #unfortunately it sounds like larian is editing the companions to make them nicer after people complained they're too mean??? #be real they are already so sanitized i didn't even see fur flying once

[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

I request a fanfic with the Batfam and maybe with powers like Kitty pryde ( you said X-Men were ok) that can phase through any matter with anything that she touches . I imagine some kinda scenario like your other headcannon with Damian were the league gets children for their army or something and she end up escaping to Gotham city and not knowing what to do she steals cuz like she can phase through anything and she meets Catwoman and she is impressed and then she meets the bats when she keeps theiving .I imagine her older that Damian but younger that Tim

Damian Wayne x thief reader with Kitty Pryde powers.

Damian Wayne x reader or Damian Wayne/reader

Word count: 4181 words

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the anon who sent in the request. Anyways... Thank you so much for sending in a request, this was really fun to write, especially since I got to drag in lesser-known parts of Batman lore relating to the Gotham slums! Also, I adore Kitty Pryde! She was my favourite character from X-men growing up! I even have two of her quotes taped on my door, so... yeah, thank you for sending in the request! I hope you like what I did...I tried to incorporate everything you mentioned!

TW: GN reader, Damian might be a TW himself. A little angst I guess... Not really, kinda fluffy honestly. Mentions of kidnapping, nothing super bad I'd say, but we are talking League of Assassins here, so... You know, regular TWs apply.

Okay, so, perhaps Ra’s decided to assemble a team of meta-humans, kind of like in Teen Titans vol. 1: Damian knows best. He would have had assassins stationed out throughout the entire world, just to sniff out young and impressionable meta-humans. Ra’s will have them taken from their family in the dead of night, and if their families wake up and resist… Well, the good news is that there will no longer be anyone to attempt to find the kid. 

I can imagine that Ra’s would see it as a great asset to the League of Assassins to have a small yet specialised team of super-powered assassins. A kind of trump card that he saves for the most resilient of foes that simply refuse to bow down to his might.

You were one of these kids. A young child who had been caught multiple times phasing through walls within your home. Your parent(s) had worried for your safety. Meta-humans aren’t easily accepted everywhere, certain groups have been known to track them down and kill them in horrible fashions. So, to keep you safe, one of your parents decided to stay home and tutor you.

This only worked to secure your safety for so long. The night after you turned seven, you were sedated and kidnapped by two strangers dressed in all black. Your family had woken up, and while you were passed out, the two dark-clad strangers killed them all in the most gruesome manner imaginable.

When you re-awoke, you were laying on a dark brown linen hammock, the material was coarse and scratched your bare arms. You had been dressed in something entirely different from the pyjamas you had previously been wearing. It was a black uniform of some sort, just like the strangers from the night before had been wearing, the only difference being that you had been spared from wearing a mask in your sleep. This would be the type of uniform you would end up wearing for years to come.

After a while of laying completely still in the hammock, you had been taken out of the room and forced in front of Ra’s and Talia along with five or six other meta-powered kids. You had been informed of your purpose and when one of your fellow metas, the oldest of you, had tried to escape, he was decapitated by Talia. That was enough to scare the rest of you into line.

Your little group would be trained by either Ra’s, Talia or both. You would train alongside Damian and the other metas. But something about you had stuck out to Damian, maybe your ability to pass through all solid objects had intrigued the young boy beyond measure. After all, it made you practically invincible in a fight as you’d simply engage your power whenever a fist flew towards you.

I can see you and Damian sneaking off after training to play around with your power, or Damian making you enter the kitchen to get a bowl of Kdaameh for each of you. He’d use his authority as the grandson of the Demon’s Head to get the two of you out of trouble and you’d use your ability to facilitate said trouble. Only when he asked you nicely though, you were horrified of both his mother and grandfather, it was only the reassurance of his protection that calmed you down enough to join his occasional hijinks.

I believe that since you’re able to simply pass through solid objects, Talia would make you Damian’s training partner just so he could practice his katana skills on a living target. Damian would be careful not to accidentally swing at you when you weren’t prepared, he didn’t want to hurt you, (which is a pretty spectacular effort for him, since he usually didn’t care who he hurt, as long as he enhanced his fighting skills). 

I can see him one day admitting that you’re his only real friend, that he doesn’t know how he would keep his head above water without you, and you realise that you share his sentiment. You never really got along with your fellow meta-companions. Maybe you’re on regular speaking terms with one or two and that’s it. Nothing like what you have with Damian. 

The two of you remained friends up until the League is attacked and Damian is forced to go to Gotham with his father.

After Damian’s departure, everything changed for you. You had always appreciated your powers when you were younger, since they had enabled so many fond memories, particularly with Damian. But with your only real friend gone, they became the curse that had you locked in a routine of neverending training, missions and academic studying. It became a dull yet dangerous existence. The other metas didn’t seem to share the same feelings as you, or at least so you assumed from the way they never seemed to doubt any of Talia’s commands. Perhaps it was because they hadn’t had a taste of anything else since they were kidnapped. If you don’t know what you’re missing out on, how can you long for it?

Your discontentment with staying in the league reached a turning point when you were twenty. The reason was no longer the yearning you felt for your first and only real friend within 'Eth Alth'eban’s walls, but that had certainly been the spark that lit the candle for your growing rebellion.

You and the rest of your meta-human peers had been sent to Gotham for a mission. You were supposed to locate and bring the Red Hood to Talia Al Ghul, alive. Although, as long as he still held a pulse, there was no limit to the means employed. If he was thrown at Talia’s feet come morning, he could be missing both his arms and legs for all anyone cared. The league had the means to mend such injuries.

You had been keeping to the back of your group. Your leader, a girl a few years your senior with the power of laser eyes, guiding you through the dark and crime-filled city of Gotham. Everyone was looking at her and no eyes were aimed at you. Perfect conditions for a silent escape.

You had all climbed on top of one of the many half-abandoned apartment complexes within Crime alley, the area where you had all discerned Red Hood would be found. Looking at your group, you made sure that none of them had eyes on you. They didn’t. Still, it was too risky to do anything now. If they saw you escape from the league, you would be viewed as a traitor and there was no room for those in Ra’s and Talia’s eyes. If you were caught, you would be dealt with swiftly. By “dealt with”, I, of course, mean killed right where you stood. No meta-powers would save you from the Al Ghuls’ wrath, you would only be able to evade them for so long. 

That’s why you made a plan to use the fight that would no doubt ensue once you found Jason. 

As the predictable fight began, you were impressed with how well the elusive Red Hood held up, considering his lack of meta abilities. “He’s truly worthy of the reverence that Talia gives him”, you briefly thought as you evade one of his bullets by letting it pass right through you. 

Alas, even the greatest fighter would eventually lose to a well-trained group of metas intent on seeing their opponent fall. You considered your options for a split-second, before deciding that you might as well help the masked anti-hero escape the situation too.

You bent down towards your split-toe boots, fishing up what you had brought from 'Eth Alth'eban. A box of matches. Now, that might seem like nothing, but you realised that it’d be more than enough, considering your surroundings; An old and decrepit warehouse, with its windows boarded up with large planks and wooden boxes littering the place.

Your group had surrounded Jason, trying to get him to lay still enough for them to tie ropes around his wrists and ankles. You quickly flicked your wrist behind your back, and slowly a slight flame emerged from the top of the short wooden stick. You tossed it towards a crate, unaware of what the box might’ve held. Whatever it was, though, it caught on fire fast.

It distracted your group, and in a brief selfish moment, that might well have cost them their lives down the line, they fled the scene with neither you nor Jason alongside them. You briefly smirked, you know that Talia would hold you up as the hero in this scenario. “The one who stayed back to complete the mission, despite it burning them alive”.  How ironic. You chuckled to yourself.

The Red Hood stood up immediately, desperately attempting to put out the fire, but was stopped in his tracks at the feeling of a hand grasping his biceps. Your hand.

“Come on”, was all you uttered to him, before dragging him towards the only wall left not yet engulfed in flames, which was coincidentally the one furthest away from the exit. Jason became agitated, were you trying to get both of you killed? He wouldn’t be surprised if you were, that seemed like something a league assassin would do.

But when you started to run directly towards the brick wall of the warehouse, Jason changed his tune. No, you were not just a regular assassin, you were delusionally crazy. Why were you dragging him towards a solid wall, and why did he let you? Instinct is why. Something in him told him to trust you.

Well, he was right. The moment you both came into contact with the wall, you both went right through, as if it hadn’t even been there.

Jason was impressed, he took you to his safehouse in crime alley, his favourite. It used to be his home with his mother before Bruce took him in. 

You didn’t say much, you had been trained not to, ever since you were kidnapped as a child. Jason did most of the speaking, as he stood in the kitchen and cooked a strange-smelling pasta dish. It looked burnt. “Who’s able to burn spaghetti?” You pondered to yourself with a confused frown. Maybe you shouldn’t have saved him. Perhaps, if he had burned to death, it would have been natural selection, ridding the world of possibly the worst cook to have ever been near a stove. 

When Jason smacked down two bowls of burnt pasta with marinara sauce from a can, you make eye contact with him. His eyes were an impressive shade of turquoise, their colour reminded you of Damian’s deep green eyes, and being the closest to your childhood friend you had been in years made a pang go through your heart.

“So? You defected, huh?” Jason pushed, he needed information to help you, but you made it hard as you simply gave him a cautious nod.

Digging into his food, slurping more than a little bit, Jason leant back. “You can stay here for a while. If you want?” You didn’t. You had learnt from the league that you should never accept anyone’s help unless you knew what you were giving in exchange. No one just helps others out of the good of their heart, people always want something in exchange. Even Batman. According to Ra’s, Batman had been seeking validation since he was a child. He claimed this in one of his many long-winded speeches that you were always a second away from dozing off during.

Jason was worried for your safety as you departed from his safehouse that night. You still carried your weapons, and your meta-ability made you feel safe, but it didn't ease his worries much.

You had removed your mask at Jason’s place, so your face was now free.  While most people in the Gotham slums wouldn’t look twice at someone carrying multiple knives in holsters around their torso, there’d be no hiding from the watchful eyes of the Al Ghuls if you kept wearing the uniform they gave you.

Looking around, you discerned the closest clothing store. Running up to it, you inspected their security system. It was only the windows and locks that had an alarm attached. “Amateurs”, you whispered to yourself, before passing through the front window undetected. 

You picked up whatever you needed, a few jackets, a handful of sweatshirts, and a couple of denim trousers. Whatever clothes you believed would make you blend in with the regular inhabitants of the Gotham slums. Once you had gotten all you needed, you left the same way you arrived, neglecting the slight detail of paying. Well, it wasn’t like you had any money either way.

Sleeping in the blind alleys between buildings and making friends with multiple of the kids from the Alleytown Strays, you got by. Only after you escaped from The League of Assassins did you start to finally feel free again. 

You got your food, blankets and everything else you needed by running into stores at night, grabbing what you thought you might like and leaving through the wall again. You repeated this process for months until something in you began telling you that you could do more, that petty thievery was too low for someone with your skill set. You sat your sights on larger hauls.

You got set up with Mama Fortuna by the kids you had befriended. She taught you everything one would need to become a better thief, as ridiculous as that might have sounded. She took you into her frail old arms and patiently taught you everything from the subtle art of pickpocketing to how to plan a heist. 

You started testing your skills out and you were a natural. Diamond necklaces, hundred dollar bills and priceless art pieces, all fell right into your pockets as you went from one building to the next. 

It was through Mama Fortuna that you meet Selina Kyle. In her formative years, the woman now known as Catwoman had trained under the leader of the Alleytown Strays. It was this ancient tutor of the intricate art of thievery that had helped the infamous Gotham city burglar start her career.

Selina was not only impressed by your thieving skills, but she also pitied you as you explain your situation. The cat lover was more than aware of Talia’s brutality. The Al Ghul woman had on multiple occasions attempted to kill off Selina for her relationship with Bruce. “Jealous bitch”, Selina had named her. A nickname which made you laugh for the first time in years. 

Mama Fortuna had proposed a partnership between you and Catwoman, suggesting that you joined Selina as her sidekick. You had at first been sceptical, you preferred to work alone, but relented when seeing how excited the old woman became at the prospect of how much loot the two of you could rake in if you worked in tandem. Mama Fortuna knew that she wouldn’t see a cent of the profits, but she didn’t care, she was in the business because she loved the game, not the gain.

Selina hadn’t been opposed to the idea either, but she would only offer her partnership on two conditions. Firstly, all loot was split 50/50. You readily agreed to this. The possession of stolen goods was a metric you could easily work with, and the idea of an obvious exchange made you more comfortable working together with her. The second condition had you confused, however. “You gotta meet Batsy-”, Selina had smirked, “-I want to show him that I’ve gotten my own sidekick now. He has always had the Robins, now, I have you. Isn’t that exciting?” It took you a while to agree to the latter condition. You had always heard Ra’s and Talia speak so impressively about the dark knight, the idea of him disturbed you. Still, you couldn’t deny that you felt a certain loneliness ever since Damian departed from your side, and Selina’s pleasant company helped fill some of the void left behind. You reluctantly agreed to her conditions. That was how you started working at Catwoman’s side. 

You were set to meet the Gotham knight on your first night out with Catwoman. Since you didn’t have a designated costume like Selina, you had put on your old league uniform, except the mask, you didn’t want to be confused for one of Ra’s workers anymore. Selina had chuckled at your almost childlike refusal when she had asked you to put on the full league disguise. Still, she understood your reasoning, and after having rummaged through her entire closet for what seemed like eternities, she had come back with an old domino mask. “It used to be Robin’s, but he forgot it here once and never came back after it. So, now it’s yours.”

You had accepted the mask gratefully. It fit you well enough and you decided that you actually kind of liked how it made you look more professional. 

As you went off with Selina, you first broke into some art gallery. Combined, you managed to steal away with an entire exhibition of small golden pots and pans made in the 1700s. They rattled loudly in the sack Selina had brought to carry your loot. 

It didn’t take long for you and Selina to be confronted by Batman and Robin on the rooftop of one of the many Gotham highrises. Both of them were visibly surprised by the fact they hadn’t caught the two of you in the act. “How did you get all of that without setting off any of the alarms?!” Robin had asked incredulously. Your heart stopped for a moment, and blood rushed to your ears. You recognised the voice as soon as you heard it. Damian. He was older now. Eighteen, you calculated in your head. He was two years younger than you, something you had always teased him for as kids. 

You could barely recognise him as you gazed at him, though. He looked different. Gotham had done terrible things to his complexion, as it did with everyone else’s. He was still remarkably tan, but the rich goldenness which had usually clung to his skin back in  'Eth Alth'eban was but a light shimmer now. The dark Gotham sky slowly drained the colour out of everyone and everything, as it blocked out any light the sun might've provided, and you had never cursed this ability as much as you did now. Still, you couldn't help but notice that he was built nicely. A little lanky but with obvious muscle tone under his tight suit. You did not envy him his choice of attire, you much preferred the bagginess of the League uniform. Still, you couldn’t deny that he had grown to be fairly good-looking… Very good-looking.

Bruce wasn't focused on the sack full of stolen goods laying on the ground, like Damian was. No. His eyes were on you. He knew the uniform you wore, but he had never seen one of the league ninjas take off their masks. He knew it was against one of their near-infinite rules. You wearing one of Damian’s old domino masks confused him greatly as well. What was Selina playing at? “I thought you and Talia couldn’t stand each other?” Bruce had interrogated, gesturing to you. Selina laughed loudly, walking behind you and folding her arms tightly around your shoulders.  “Oh, we can’t! That’s why I gladly took one of her escapees.” 

Damian’s eyes finally landed on you. “Escapees? That’s impossible the league kills anyone who flees.” 

Selina had looked at him with a mocking glint in her eye, “Not if they can’t catch her”. Selina’s arms tightened to the point of almost crushing your ribcage and on instinct, you activated your powers. Her arms fell through your body and Bruce stared with a disgusted glare. The dark knight had always disliked meta-humans living in Gotham, they were too easy for the rogues to control... As was clearly the case with you and Selina, he thought to himself. Damian on the other hand stared in awe. “Y/N?”

Bruce was none too happy that you knew his son. It reminded him of his current youngest son's past. Still, he said nothing as his son engulfed you in a tight hug. You stood stiff, looking to Selina for aid, unsure how to react. However, she was too surprised at the young man whom she knew to be distant and angry at the world 24/7. You slowly reached behind your old friend and folded your arms around him, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed me so much that you stole my old mask?” The smugness in his voice made your cheeks light up. You hadn’t even known that the mask was his, but you realised how it must’ve looked to him. Still, you couldn’t help but shoot back. “Yeah, and if you’re not careful, it’ll be your old suit I steal next time.” Damian chuckled. He had missed you. More than you realised.

As you and Catwoman departed from the scene, the two men realised they had forgotten to confiscate your loot. Reaching towards his utility belt to inform Red Robin of the two burglars on the run, Damian realised that one of his batarangs was missing. Looking in the direction you and Catwoman had fled, he saw you waving it around in his direction. A quiet “Damn”, left his lips. And Bruce shook his head affectionately at his son. It reminded him of when Selina used to do that when they were younger. Giving Damian’s shoulder a light push, he murmured so just the two of them could hear, “Don’t get too attached to the batarangs, they run out easily when in the company of a thief”.

You and Damian would start to meet up on a semi-regular basis. Sometimes you had been out looting with Selina, and he had come to demand back whatever you had taken. But most times, you simply met up to spend a quick while together on the Gotham rooftops. You couldn’t spend too long, he had to go back to his patrol, after all. 

Once, you had even stolen a small stereo speaker which you used to blast out Damian’s favourite music as you danced the night away together after his patrol.

Then you guys started to go out together in the daytime. You had moved in with Selina and didn’t live too far away from Wayne manor, so it was easy for either of you to drop in to hang out with the other.

Damian would develop a crush on you after a relatively short time, and I imagine that it would be the same for you. He’d feel as if he was finally home as your relationship quickly tuned back into what it had been when you were younger, and you finally regained your best friend, the only person who could make the League of Assassins an appealing place and who could turn Gotham into a paradise in comparison.

I could see him asking you out one night on the rooftop of the largest art exhibition in Gotham. He was awfully confident that you’d accept… And you did, so, his confidence wasn’t entirely misplaced… But it still irked you a little, in a good way, of course.

Damian is and will always be a passionate lover. You would be the only one for him and his loyalty never wavered. However, that doesn’t mean that he ever let you get off with your stolen artefacts. He would tease you for getting caught, even if he knew that with your power set, you most likely let him catch you. Still, he would let you off empty-handed with a kiss and a hasty, “See you tomorrow, beloved”.

As the years went on. Damian became the new Batman and you took over the role of Catwoman. “History repeats itself”, Bruce chuckled quietly as he sat next to Selina at you and Damian’s wedding. While the oldest Wayne was still wary of you, (old habits die hard), he did enjoy your company and was more than pleased that Damian had found happiness in your arms. Jason and you likely developed a close friendship, he remembered how you saved him and he is nothing if not loyal to those who show him unconditional kindness.

Whether you quit your thieving adventures after your marriage or not doesn’t matter. If Damian was to be totally honest, he actually enjoys the cat-and-mouse chase which ensues whenever you walk through the walls of a jeweller or an art gallery, taking whatever catches your eye.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne #league of assassins #kitty pryde #dc x reader #catwoman

[lloydmustache]

He's such a loser to me now. All of my favorite celebs are crashing and burning this year 😭

IMO, Everything we see is in the contract. He isn't married, and he feels bad about lying. I know it eats at him that people in HW know he pulled this embarrassing stunt. He's ashamed, that's why he's hiding. At least disable all of your SM after your true love's bday. I was expecting another photo dump for his true love. He's embarrassed about team real vs. team PR. He's embarrassed that his life has been outlined and that magazines and gossip blogs, basically anyone, can read and refer back to everything on tumblr. He's embarrassed about being called a creep. I agree with the anon about Chris being timid.

But, why on earth would anyone settle with a person who is willing to post nudes for more fame. And he's private. She pulled a Kim K. When that happened, I thought, "damn, she would do anything for fame." Like all these influencers and youtubers. Those are the worst kinds of people imo. It wasn't a fit. She and her friends followed sugar baby pages that had him as a target. She had someone randomly 'spot' them at WDW, and all of that screams, "I can't be trusted." He took control of the narrative because he hates being filmed or photographed without his knowledge. She made moves he wasn't aware of. He calls his own people for staged photos. She changed all of her interests to his as well. He sees right through it. I truly believe none of his circle likes her. Including his family. I wouldn't want my son/brother with a girl who researched him and changed her personality to fit what he likes. That's a wolf in sheeps clothing. If he did spend alone time with her, he's probably anxious about her talking about their relationship. So this is transactional, make her famous to get her on her merry way. But now he looks sketchy chasing 20 something year olds in his 40s, which I learned is a pattern for him. His actions and words go against all his Im LIkE StEvE ROgErs bs. If none of this went down, he would still be on his high horse talking shit about Trump, chiming in on the war, and spouting more fake activist bs. But no, he's hiding because of this mess. And it doesn't help that she looks like a minor. The optics are horrible.

Her friends are always around. Like chaperones. Even in NYC, did they have to be present if she was with her "husband"? They are never alone. I know the NDA's are ironclad. He does not trust any of them. This is karma, he reaped and now he's sowing.

I wouldn't dare want to be with anyone who loves clout and morphed into my perfect soulmate after looking me up, like who even is that person really? I couldn't sleep next to someone with two faces. He's stupid for sure, but he's smart enough to be sitting at home alone with dodger while she's in her home country. He loses so much sleep over this, he even stated that his anxiety kicks in at bedtime. Oh well.

I don't think they're together, because all of this reads PR. But it doesn't matter now. His actions are repulsive to me. I can no longer be a fan. Im not watching his interviews or movies. When I see him, I keep scrolling.✌️

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[bumble66]

The similarities between closeted right-wingers and Chris Evans

Alternative title: "Dear Mr. future president Evans,"

Recently, I saw how Chris Evans met Joe Biden. For people who don't know. Chris Evans has a political online platform called ASP. This was not the first time he met a famous politican but meeting the president of the United States is something else. It should be clear by now why he does that... Anyway, it reminded me of the gossip I found recently:

As I mentioned in my last big blog post, about Chris' potential boyfriends, I am not really a fan of marvel and didn't know much about him during his time as Captain America. I only got interested after he started the cringeworthy PR relationship in November 2022. In 2018, I was made aware of how many closeted celebrities exist and Mr. Evans being so clumsy with his Portugal bride gave me the perfect opportunity to uncover this Hollywood facade.

As you can see, I have also been asked by a lot of people why I think Chris could be closeted (either gay, bi or a straight guy who doesn't want to commit and just sleeps around). I will answer these questions in relation to today's topics: I. The Portugal PR relationship is mostly done for his future political career (or that was the plan before the backlash) II. The behavior of closeted right-wingers resembles Chris Evans' III. Portugal Bride was not the first PR relationship rumor but why does a rich, attractive and alleged womanizer like Chris need PR relationships all the time? As I always say. Everything on my tumblr is alleged. I merely summarize what people speculate online and give my own opinion on that.

Tim Scott, a failed GOP 2024 candidate and alleged closeted gay man, announced on X that he got engaged to a woman:

As you can see from the screenshot, no one's buying it. It is rumored Tim Scott is doing this because he will be chosen as Trump's vice president. People online claim that Tim Scott being gay has been talked about way before the first "Why doesn't have Tim Scott have a girlfriend" articles:

I heard about Tim Scott being gay and being pressured to have a PR girlfriend around the same time Chris pretended to have gotten married in September and that made me think... I can't find the comment anymore but I remember someone of Chris' fans on the LSA forum suggesting that Chris' "A starting point" political platform isn't just for shits and giggles. Apparently, he wants to go into politics after his acting career. No idea how successful he will be now with that after his latest movie flops and the Portugal relationship having led to lost followers on his social media accounts because it made him appear as a "dollar store Leonardo DiCaprio" but in general..., this idea isn't too far off. Remember the Terminator aka Arnold Schwarzenegger? An action hero became the Governor of California and with Chris Evan's fake Captain America image, pretending online and in interviews to be like Steve Rogers, he could sway a lot of people too!

Remember. The alleged marriage wasn't the first PR relationship of Chris Evans. At least according to his fandom, when they explained how he and Portugal Bride met, he was involved in several other PR relationships before:

According to this person, the relationships with Christina Ricci and Minka Kelly from long ago, were planned by a PR team too and it adds up with a blog post I found years ago about how Minka is allegedly a beard for my back then favorite actor Jake Gyllenhaal. Bearding appears to be a career of its own in Hollywood: https://gaywriter.wordpress.com/2012/06/19/blind-item-jake-gyllenhaal-is-looking-for-a-new-female-beard-to-present-illusion-of-heterosexuality-to-fans/

So his PR team not only allegedly had several options next to the Portugal Bride (like Monica Barbaro) but they were apparently also responsible for his faked relationship with Lily James? It is rumored that Lily wanted more from this PR arrangement from back in 2020. Possibly real love? The social media site Icons+ reports that "Lily James left Chris Evans to be a millionaire's "other woman"". She basically publicly "cheated" on Chris and many gossip sites reported on it. Did Lily do that as revenge because Chris solely wanted PR and rejected her? Kinda like "if you don't give me real love, I ain't giving you positive PR either". It makes me wonder though. Why would a heterosexual man privately reject a pretty woman like Lily James after wanting to be seen with her in paparazzi photographs after all? Odd.

Yes, Chris' alleged personal Paparazzo with the name Jesal basically admitted that he was called to do the pictures with Lily back in 2020 (Nowadays, he seems to be busy with the Portugal PR relationship as you can see from the screenshot, where he was called for a christmas party Portugal Bride and Chris attended). This reminds me of of another failed 2024 GOP candidate who is rumored to be closeted. There is a medium article regarding Ron DeSantis called "Is the GOP gossiping that Ron DeSantis is gay?", how most if not all of the GOP party know about his alleged homosexualty:

As you can see, not just his own party but the general public thinks so too. In fact, they speak about Ron DeSantis' being closeted the same way some people speak about Chris being allegedly closeted:

The replies to this dailymail article about Chris' and Portugal Bride's relationship-reveal, demonstrate that people think that both Chris and Ron overplay the alpha male macho tough guy image, solely to cover their true sexual orientation.

But PR relationships can also have another function. As I pointed out on my blog before: There are many heterosexual men I know who just wanted to sleep around but because of societal pressure, they pretend to be monogamous. The latest political example of that seems to be Gavin Newsom who has been in the news for being an alleged serial cheater. He was already caught cheating back in 2007. On X I found this summary of his latest shenanigans: (TRIGGER WARNING: mention of SA)

Why do I mention Ron DeSantis and Gavin Newsom in relation to Chris Evans? Because they all have one thing in common. A fake stable married man image. Look at the header picture of DeSantis and Newsom on X. Newsom holding his son in his harm. A few weeks ago, DeSantis had a header picture of holding his children's hands and the latest picture, you can see right now, also shows his wife and kids again to portray the family man image while allegedly being someone completely different (a closet case = Ron, a cheater= Gavin). Sorry not sorry but when I saw those header images combined with the rumors I knew about those two guys, I immediately though that Chris is not so different. He also calls the paparazzi, so he can be portrayed for the public as a guy who has a stable relationship and doesn't randomly sleep around in all kids of places.

As someone pointed out on the Lipstick Alley thread called "Chris Evans Relationship Theories 5", he used to go to parties similar to the ones seen in the movie "Eyes Wide Shut" but these rumors were allegedly scrapped by his team when he became Captain America. Why did they worry so much about this specific gossip? Was it true after all? Apparently this goes back as far as 2006:

I have no problems with that because I am pro sexual liberation. I actually point this out so we can normalize this and let people be who they really are, so that they don't have to do these fake relationships anymore.

I mean, remember the screenshot from my "Chris Evans possible boyfriends" post? The user ShellyT20... how she described that a lot of PR relationships in Hollywood exist because the male actors either sleep with each other, have p-word scandals and/or are serial cheaters "but post fake romance stuff on IG and other public platforms. It gives a fake sense of normalcy and stability and shuts fans up for the most part as well as acting as a distraction." When I read this I got reminded of the public "beyond the blinds podcast" episode you can listen to on spotify. The one about the Hemsworth brothers. There it was alleged that Chris Hemsworth is constantly cheating. I wasn't surprised. He isn't my type but I can't deny that he is what most consider super attractive + tall + rich = in no way is this guy monogamous as a famous hollywood actor (LMAO the audactiy to even thinkt hat)... Sadly, when I confront some people with that... for instance Evans fans on LSA or X, most roll their eyes and don't believe that.... They were like: "How can a guy like C. Hemsworth, who posts social media posts about loving being a father and being married for over a decade possibly be such a bad guy"... ... ... ... ... Well and this the reason why Hollywood still fools you with PR relationships because most of you are gullible. You want to see men married with children and as long as the women are age appropriate, you eat it up. And all this goes even beyond these Hollywood celebrities and politicians the general public is aware of. Apparently, even e-celebs are in PR relationships/fake image relationships these days. The youtuber TheQuartering, who said he was partying with right-wing e-celebs said this about them last year: (TRIGGER WARNING: transphobic slur)

Just like how Chris Evan's fans are disappointed that he wasn't the internet boyfriend after all (his fake image for the 2010s) and started to date random young women like Leonardo DiCaprio and Bradley Cooper, TheQuartering was disappointed too with his right-wing colleagues, who pretended to be committed husbands with children while actually being a closeted pride parade. The right-wing commentarors TheQuartering talks about are: Elijah Schaffer, Jack Posobiec and Mike Cernovich. When I found that out I was shocked. I was like "So even these e-celebs are basically "their own Hollywood club" and need PR relationships to function publicly". It really shows how deep gender roles are still ingrained in our society. That even internet-famous people have to have a family man image and portray themselves in a certain way to become "e-celeb-A-list". And if they don't, they will be denied that status.

I know it hurts that your favorite A-list stars are also wife cheaters and that their activism is most likely fake only so that they can continue participating in Hollywood orgies (Which apparently already happen on the e-celeb level). But at one point it had to come out and isn't it better to accept reality than to participate in and support these fake scenarios only to feel better about the world? Cause it is not just TheQuartering who exposed the fake image of the right-wing online community. Blaire White, a right-winger herself, pointed out the same. As people say, where there is smoke, there is fire:

In this video at 55:35 regarding Blaze Media, Blaire White spills tea about closeted e-celebs. It also includes orgies and drugs... like with our favorite super hero (allegedly).

(Blaire is not the only one who knows about the orgy parties)

Lastly, one of the most famous right-wing e-celebs is Steven Crowder. On his channel he had a video where he once admitted that he had a bisexual phase... a phase..

And according to his own logic that means:

He also went so far and basically created beard twins. I remember clearly the video where he announced the pregnancy of his wife. He held up a picture into the camera from an ultrasound. It was like "See, I am hetero after all. Are you happy now?". That's at least my opinion on how the video looked like and it adds up with what peole usually say about him:

Honestly, if someone had told me that this text is about Chris Evans, I'd have believed it and so now we have come full circle. While I only know about Chris Evan's since the pandemic (As I said, I don't watch super hero movies), I am still disappointed. In some interviews, he appeared so adorable, awkward and different from other men in Hollywood (like when he was interviewed about his "Lightyear movie announcement" tweet on Jimmy Kimmel). But in the end he is no better than the closeted republicans. Portraying a conservative image of marriage while behind closed doors it is worse than a sitcom trying to convince you that canned laughter makes everything funnier.

(picture: Is this the awkwardness people talk about? Adorable...)

Yes, there have always been rumors that his real personality is being "weird and awkward" and that he is not just acting in movies but also in most interviews. It goes so far that someone claimed he had been rejected on a date and that's why some people assume it is actually him who initiated the Portugal PR relationship and basically paid for it because he can't get someone himself through normal means. Are some people punished with their good looks?

IMO just like with the married right-wing e-celebs who do orgies all the time, it is also a bad idea of Chris wanting to become a father (at least according to his "sexiest man alive" PR narrative from 2022 which seems to be in the trash can now too).

But let's assume his PR team has that still on their minds: Not only would it be solely for his image (which would make this situation PR either way, even if the marriage were real) but according to all his alleged wild ways, he is also unfit to parent, it would be a disaster actually. Controversial commentator Pearl Davis described it very well. How some people just shouldn't be parents:

I agree with Vale. She would just be in it for the image of being a married woman and in our case... a married, monogamous, non-cheating family man. A user on LSA said that when you switch out "fake nails" with "fake teeth" in Pearl Davis' message, you will have the pefect description of Chris Evans:

(Chris Evans being interviewed at the Lightyear premiere resembling Barry Manilow with too much botox) Sorry but after seeing this picture, I have to agree with her. I love his clothing style but a bi-peacock who is more interested in vanity and fake status will never be a good role model for children. As the saying goes: "You can't have it both ways"

I know this is all a tough pill to swallow but c'mon people. This is the year 2024 and at one point this fakeness just needs to stop. Celebrities, politicians and even social meda e-celebs... you are being fooled. And according to Hollywood insider and daughter of famous TV personality John Walsh, a lot of times, one partner of the arrangement is suffering. Is this really what you support? I don't and that's why I uncover all these PR relationships of the entertainment world because as a true progressive, I don't think that people should be judged based on outdated gender expectations like marriage and monogamy.

The closet kills... your real personality. I mean honestly, what do you gain from being remembered after your death as someone you never were? As Joan Rivers jokes at 0:43 in a short clip from 1966. This so called bearding has been going on forever. I don't think we need a 100th anniversary of this shameful practice. So please help me to expose this so that in the future, celebrities can become famous for truly being themselves.

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[badcaseofcasey]

call me, maybe?

When Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 3AM, it sets of a chain of events that leads to Stiles Stilinski would become a major part of his life. He's only kind of mad about it.

Or, five times Stiles talked to Derek on the phone and the first time they meet in person

Read the full fic on AO3

omg it's my first Sterek fic in years, I'm so excited. big thank you to kali, who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction and prompted me to write this fic. I can honestly say I had so much fun writing it. The entire fic is posted over on AO3 (linked above). I hope you all enjoy! ☎️☎️☎️

There were a lot of perks to being a werewolf - and Derek means that with no sense of irony, even if it was something that had brought a lot of inconvenience into his life. It was definitely a perk to be able to tell exactly when his annoying neighbor was out in the hallway so he could avoid running into her and getting sucked into a twenty minute conversation about the condo association’s latest schemes. It also certainly came in handy as a firefighter that he could use his senses to tell if there was someone still left in a burning building that he and the team were trying to put out.

But there was one thing about being a werewolf that was unavoidably annoying, and that was super-hearing. It pretty much only came with downsides. Derek had overheard more conversations he never wanted to be a part of than he could count. (It was genuinely shocking the kinds of comments people felt comfortable making about his appearance when they assumed they were out of earshot.) Right now, though, Derek would like nothing more than to ignore the phone vibrating on his bedside table and get a few more precious minutes of sleep. Unfortunately, the soft buzz of the phone against wood was enough to jolt him awake.

He sighed and turned to look at the lit-up screen to see who exactly he was going to be yelling at for waking him up at 3 AM (God, really? He’d only fallen asleep an hour ago), but was surprised to see it was an unknown number. He debated answering for a few more moments before deciding that there was a chance it could be one of his sisters or betas calling from someone else’s phone, so it was worth it to at least check.

“Hello?” he answered the phone, voice still gritty with sleep.

“Scott! Oh my god, it worked. Okay, sorry to wake you, but I stayed up late finishing my final paper for Munroe’s class, but then I couldn’t fall asleep, so instead of doing my usual midnight snack routine, which I’ve been avoiding since I accidentally set a tiny fire in the microwave and woke the whole building up with a fire alarm, I decided to wander the halls, you know, as you do at 3 AM, and lo and behold, there is an honest to god payphone. I didn’t even know these things still existed! So of course, I had to go back and grab some quarters and try it out.”

Derek’s eyes had fluttered closed as soon as he heard the rapid fire voice, hushed to not disturb the quiet hours of the early morning. It was clearly a wrong number, but he was way too tired to try and interrupt the steady stream of words flowing out of his mystery caller. He was seconds away from hanging up and rolling back over when there was a pause on the other line.

“Scott?” the voice asked. “You usually interrupt me by now, did you fall back asleep?”

“Not Scott,” Derek replied, eyes still mostly closed. “But I was almost back asleep after being rudely awoken at 3 AM.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the voice on the other end of the line rushed to apologize. “I swear to god I dialed my best friend’s number - it’s my first time using a pay phone.”

“You don’t say,” Derek said, voice sounding surly even to him.

“Okay, I’ll hang up now - sorry again, so sorry.”

Derek dropped his phone back onto the table and rolled back into bed, his eyelids heavy. He had nearly fallen back asleep when the phone rang again. He growled lightly when he saw the same unknown number flash across his screen.

“Still me,” he answered in lieu of a greeting.

“Oh god,” the voice said, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry again - I know what I did wrong this time, though! Your number must be one off from Scott’s - I was debating between it ending in 8845 or 8846- annnnd you definitely don’t care about that part. The good news is now I know, so you shouldn’t be hearing from me anymore.”

“Hey, kid?” Derek interrupted.

“Yes?” came the nervous voice through the phone.

“Get some sleep,” Derek replied. “And maybe, since you know the payphone works now, you can spare your friend the 3 AM wake-up call?”

“Good call,” he said. “Sorry again.”

Derek was already asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.

When he woke up the next morning, he saw a text from an unknown number. Confused, he opened it and saw a message from the kid he spoke to last night.

Unknown [4:37 AM]: sorry again for waking you up in the middle of the night! have a coffee on me if you need the extra caffeine today.

Beneath the text was a link to a Starbucks gift card. Derek rolled his eyes; if he was secretly grateful for the extra caffeine as he headed to the fire station that morning, well, nobody needed to know but him.

#my fic #fth 2023 #sterek fic #5 + 1 fic #au #sterek #derek x stiles #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fandom trumps hate #teen wolf #teen wolf fic

[freeleyenrashespeakstruth]

what troubles me most... (to my leftist friends and family)

How can seemingly intelligent people see everything going on all around the nation and the world, and not see anything wrong happening? Before Trump got in the picture, we all saw things happening, but we were never allowed to question it and the politicians just did what they wanted to do. Some of us got mad, but we dealt with it. And we all got along with each other for the most part. There was some hate, but not much.

How can you not see that all media outlets praise one political party and condemn the other? The media is so biased you would have to be a doorknob not to see it. And the division is so fierce that normally intelligent people fight to the death almost to defend their party of their choice. Horrible, violent, nasty things being said and done, but it's allowed by only one side and not the other, and nobody sees this going on?

Then Trump entered the picture. He took down all his opponents by exposing their crimes and inadequacies, in his way unfortunately, and took the nomination by storm. Hillary was so sure she was gonna be president that the DNC put up the congratulations banners months before the democrats even voted. Bernie Sanders said so, and they all denied it. Then once Hillary won the nomination, she admitted it and fired the head of the DNC. Then a minute later hired the same woman for a position on her presidential cabinet for 10 times the salary.

Then, seeing a surprising loss to Trump, Clinton got a dossier from a foreign spy that claimed that Trump colluded with a foreign nation to steal the election. But even if it was true, wasn't she doing the same exact thing? And nobody caught that? And now, after all these years and all the wasted time and money, the accusation against Trump is proven false, and was instigated by Clinton with Obama and Biden in full knowledge of it, and the nation looks like total fools by it.

And EVERYBODY attacked. They were fierce too, and from both sides. Who could Trump trust? Roger Stone was so dangerous to this nation that the FBI SWAT team were organized to arrest him at 4:00 AM while he slept peacefully next to his wife, with his children sleeping peacefully in other rooms. And this much necessary organized attack was so important and top secret that nobody else knew it was going to happen. Except CNN who filmed it live as it happened. And still so many people do not see this?

And they attacked Trump with everything they had, on both sides. And never in the entire time since he became president has anything positive ever been reported on any main stream media outlet. Even FOX denies the positive things they said now.

Only one man is bad. Can't you see this?

Only one political party is bad. Can't you see this?

Think about how Hitler may have taken over Germany and the others. Do you see a connection without mentioning that one man?

This is the second time ever recorded in the world's history that this has ever happened. Jesus was the first. Can't you see this?

[abalidoth]

whats your fav album/albums??

Like anyone else who was sentient and within earshot of a radio in 2012, I was aware of Call Me Maybe. It was inescapable, virulently catchy, an icepick of bubblegum straight to the tympaneum. As mocked as it was beloved, as society is unable to tolerate anything feminine.

I don't strongly remember my feelings about it at the time. I was probably self-aware enough at that point to not explicitly shit on it -- that was right around when I was making my first tentative steps towards not identifying as a guy. But my musical taste at the time skewed more towards They Might Be Giants and Imogen Heap so it wouldn't have been anything I sought out.

Flash forward to the summer of 2015. I'm in a bar in Ames, Iowa with a bunch of other mathematicians, there for the Graduate Research Workshop in Combinatorics. After a hard day of bootstrap percolation and RNA folding and graph discharging, we descended on this little college bar's trivia night like a swarm of LaTeX-using locusts. Combinatorists tend to be eclectic sorts, so trivia comes naturally to us, and I'm no exception; our four mathematician teams took the top four spots that night, and my team was first among those. There are a few other stories that came out of that night, but the relevant one is that I heard a little song over the speakers called I Really Like You.

Like Call Me Maybe, IRLY was uncompromisingly girly. But I was at a stage in my life where that was a balm to my aching soul. I had been slowly growing in my femininity month by agonizing month, living in the freezing wastes of Laramie, Wyoming. I wore skirts around the house, went by ze/hir pronouns online, but nobody in person knew. Every Friday afternoon my wife would paint my nails, and every Sunday evening I'd scrub the authenticity out of myself with acetone and a cotton ball. So the femininity of the song was appealing to me.

So, too, was the lyrical content. It was self-awarely about a liminal state in relationships, that hazy limerence where actual commitment isn't in the cards, but the feelings are strong, so why don't we ride them while we can? It's not that it hasn't been done before, but Carly Rae did it well. I added the song to the mp3 app on my phone and didn't think much more of it.

Cut to the summer of 2016. Brexit had just happened, I had just found out my dad was planning to vote for Trump. The sun over the Rockies was bright, but the world was feeling small and hostile. We were spending the week with my parents and some family in a mountain town in Colorado. Emma and I aren't the hiking sort, so when the rest of the folks went out in the wilderness, we decided to explore some of the little towns in the area. In one of those towns was a record store, and in that record store was a CD copy of E-MO-TION.

I recognized it as the album that had that song I liked from last summer. We listened to it in the car on the way back up to Laramie, and I liked it a lot. Now, we usually listened to music on the old iPod that was connected to our aux cable, rather than the CD drive. So that CD just kinda stayed there in the car.

November rolled around. Trump won the election. My dysphoria and my fear and my seasonal depression blended into a eutectic misery, greater than the sum of its parts, a suffocating miasma of soul-deep pain, that I had to keep off my face for the sake of my students.

I started listening to that CD in the car more and more. I memorized the track numbers, I knew exactly what stretches of songs were best for which emotions. That album became a lifeline for me. When I was driving an icy road in the dark on three hours of sleep, stressing about my lack of progress on my dissertation, and the intrusive thoughts came in that maybe, it wouldn't be so bad if the car spun out on the black ice?

I'd put on Making the Most of the Night. Carly Rae knew I was having a rough time, and here she was to hijack me, hijack me.

#tesseranswers #tessa writes stuff

[natriae]

Have you and all the other stupid ass child porn loving loser ass bitches ever thought minor characters don’t and won’t age as you do because y’all ugly desperate no pussy/dick getting having no hoes asses just because y’all can’t get a partner doesn’t mean it’s somehow fictional minors fault you like minor dick/pussy (and no the “they look like adults” argument don’t work because one they 14-17 not 7 what the fuck they supposed to look like two good job on using Paedophilia logic) so I hope you and all the other brain dead (unfortunately not literally) bitches die or get bullied so bad y’all kill yourself y’all 🤝 trump wanting to fuck kids

good fucking bye lets decode this

so you think saying something to me hidden behind the anonymous is gonna affect me

your first point: never once have i written smut abt a minor character i dont explicitly state it (cuz i feel like that would be obviously by my 'will not write') but i do usually hint at *cough cough* MSBY, The adlers, Japan national team

just say you dont read my fics and go

^^ those screenshot are from the wiki fandom that show their ages so yes they do age (at least in haikyuu) also if you read the manga you would know

next your second point :

"y'all ugly desperate no pussy/dick getting having no hoes asses just because y'all can't get a partner doesn't mean it's somehow fictional minors fault you like minor dick/pussy" all i really need to say is PLEASE PLEASE pay attention in english class... if your an adult writting this 1) get a life , 2) please get a tutor or some shit

also my sex life is not at all your information, maybe i dont have one because i'm more focused on my college education ( i think you should too) and learning to speak to people like a normal human being. also i have so many moots that are in extremely happy relationships also the fact that you even begin to think id sexualize minors is fucking weird i think you might be the one that likes minors (please get therapy)

n e way your next point:

""they look like adults" argument don't work because one they 14-17 not 7 what the fuck they supposed to look like two good job on using Paedophilia logic)

i very much agree with this statement ( a little fyi, if your gonna call people pedophiles at least spell it right ... it also would be pedophilic in the context you are using) to continue anyone who uses this logic is weird af and it is pedophilic (i just have nothing else to say cuz im disgusted with someone even using that argument

your final statement

" so I hope you and all the other brain dead (unfortunately not literally) bitches die or get bullied so bad y'all kill yourself y'all"

idk abt anyone else but my doctor says i'm not brain dead🤷‍♀️

also the fact that once again you tell people on the internet to k!ll themselves and then hide behind the anonymous is laughable but whatever helps you sleep at night

also the fact that you think everyone cares abt trump, spoiler alert! some of us, like me, don't live in the states

wow that was a funny one to wake up too <3 i hope this ask has a very good day!!

lots of love,

Nari <3

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #sakusa x reader #some people hurt my head #naritalks #haikyuu fluff #silly ask

[9w1ft]

I haven't seen anyone say this and I don't know if I am the first to say this, but I feel like the great war is actually about the heartbreaks and difficulties Tay and KK had to go through within the 4 years presidential term of Trump, and its written in chronological order. Also the most important part of this song is Kaylor survived the great war, they are still together after these 4 years.

First of all, the length of the great war aka ww1 is 4 years, which matched with the length of time when Trump is the president. And also it would not be the first time Tay wrote about 2016 election. In Call it what you want, we got All the jokers dressin' up as kings, which could been seen as a dig towards Trump. InMiss Americana and Heartbreak Prince, we got Running through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard And ran for my life / My team is losing, battered and bruising I see the high fives between the bad guys. Scoreboard could been seen as the result of election, and bad guys definitely including Trump.

Then there are some lyrics matched perfectly with some events in those 4 years.

My knuckles were bruised like violets

Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked

here is Taylor cursing as Trump won the election

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

but she couldn't speak up about politics back then, which according to Miss Americana this totally made her sad. And she had to took the relationship with KK underground(love black out theory), because KK is linked with the Kushner which is linked with Trump. If their relationship got found out by general public, there would be some huge impact on the Kushner and the American politics.

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

the 2014-2016 very high profile and sweet kaylor bff era was over, they had to go through the war

You drew up some good faith treaties

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

KK made a deal with joshua and had a lavender marriage, while Tay could only use Joe as a beard & disguise and suffered from the pain of watching the one you love married to another person (cue cruel summer)

And maybe it's the past that's talkin'

Screamin' from the crypt

Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

So I justified it

this is so similar to the situation described in afterglow that they could be talking about the same thing:

i put you in jail for something you didn't do

and I know you have a very interesting theory that afterglow could be about Tay apologize to Karlie for her reaction to the suprise october wedding stunt in new york, which just fit in the timeline here perfectly.

It turned into something bigger

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

this part is about master heist and the rumor that KK was feeding Scooter with Tay's secrects

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

Tay almost came out in the Lover era and KK was kinda a part of it, also after master heist KK still fought for Tay

Looked up at me with honor and truth

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

Tay realized that KK never actually betrayed her and was hurt by her accusation, so she stopped asking her friend to like posts about KK's alleged betrayal

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I lost you

Kaylor probablly broke up because of these things, but NEARLY and THOUGHT indicates that they got back together

And we will never go back

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

As Trump ended his presidency term at 2021.1.20, the Kaylor great war officially ended, and they have passed their worst time, they survived.

Also the other filler lyrics just totally matched with the theme, and now I think it is yet another evidence that Kaylor are still together to this day.

two quick sidenotes to clarify my perspective: i don’t think taylor ever really lost karlie (hence the words “nearly” and “thought” i lost you), and about my old afterglow post, i could have worded it better because often people have read it and don’t understand that i firmly believe that taylor and karlie both agreed to the wedding thing and knew about it in advance. i just saw it as a moment where the haze might have been thicker than usual.

okay so with that, i wanted to say that i very much agree with what you are laying out here! this is close to how i see things. i wanted to add links to some stuff i’ve written that i feel is related… here’s a post where i tried to bring together a bunch of similar lyrics that includes the effects of the 2016 election and here is a more lighthearted post i made in regards to me thinking maroon is about election night with a fun little ylm tie in at the end

i also think it’s worth pointing out that evermore (the song) was described by taylor herself as being written around her feelings regarding the election. i know that many see it as being about the failed lover era coming out and i totally get that and that was my first impression as well, but i do think it’s interesting that in the context of kaylor, the election interpretation as backed by taylor makes a ton of sense. also when you think about when evermore was written and released, right as / right around the time that biden won the 2020 election in november, we can see the “feeling so peculiar that this pain wouldn’t be for evermore” as reflective of them worrying that perhaps they might be in for 4 more years of trump, and the relief that came with the election result. **which is so specifically important to their story** and evermore will never not make me cry. i get so emotional 😭

anyway in conclusion, the great war is definitely, for me and for you, covering the trump administration years. i also think it’s worth pointing out what we have seen since. they may have still kept to themselves since biden took office but, might we all agree there has been a form of happiness, when you think about the ways their relationship has grown since? this is how i see things.

#and we didn’t even mention maathp #great work on putting this together. i salute you!

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

Early Sunday morning, the USWNT exited the World Cup in the first round of the knockout stage, losing to an overmatched Sweden team on penalty kicks at the conclusion of a 0-0 tie. It marked the worst finish for the American women’s team in World Cup history.

Our national team has been ranked No. 1 in the world since June 2017 and for all but 10 months since March 2008. The squad has never been ranked lower than No. 2. In the Round of 16, Sweden conquered a dynasty.

Close observers were not surprised. The team has been in mental decay since Carli Lloyd retired (2020) and corporate media anointed the purple-haired Rapinoe as the unquestioned face of American women’s soccer.

For the last three years, the 38-year-old winger has used the team’s spotlight to grow the Rapinoe brand. The game, the competition, and representing national honor all took a back seat to self-promotion, virtue-signaling, so-called social activism centered around the BLM-LGBTQ-Alphabet Mafia, and expressing Trump derangement.

Rapinoe’s handlers and major corporations partnered with corporate media to cast her as “The Great Gay Hope,” the alternative-lifestyle Muhammad Ali.

Mia Hamm, Abby Wambach, Carli Lloyd, and Alex Morgan were all better players than Rapinoe. But none of them can match Rapinoe’s knack for drawing attention to herself for sleeping with women — her superpower, the behavior that makes her a legendary icon.

To no surprise, the strategy backfired. Rapinoe acted as a locker-room cancer. She diminished the importance of competition. Throughout the World Cup, the U.S. women failed to play with passion and precision. In four games, they scored four goals and won just one match.

On Sunday, with a chance to off Sweden with a penalty kick, Rapinoe missed the entire net wide right. She smirked and laughed in embarrassment. Two other U.S. women missed their kicks as well. But those women earned their spots on the roster. Rapinoe was on the team and on the field because of social pressure and a never-ending marketing campaign. She hadn’t earned the right to fail. The opportunity was bestowed on her.

When asked for her greatest memory of her “legendary” career, she pointed to the lawsuit she and her teammates filed against the U.S. Soccer Federation over alleged pay inequality. Gender pay inequality is a myth and a lie, no different from other popular corporate media narratives like climate change and the alleged genocidal homicide of unarmed black men.

But the truth is irrelevant in the making of an Alphabet Mafia icon. Megan Rapinoe is the George Floyd of soccer. Racism and sexism are the only things that prevented them from being president and vice president of the United States.

Or maybe Rapinoe is just another narcissistic, greedy, entitled celebrity.

Could you imagine Joe Montana or Michael Jordan summarizing their careers by referencing a contract dispute?

Rapinoe is a fraud. She’s the Colin Kaepernick of soccer. Her attitude poisoned the women’s national soccer team. Let’s hope her side effects don’t linger.

#megan rapinoe #women's sports

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Can you do 2yeon a parents of twice girl and they give birth to tzuyu and they bring her home and they help their mama take care of their newborn sister

Hello of course I can do this, I hope you enjoy it :)

Baby!Tzuyu, Kids!SaMoJiMiDaChae, Parents!2yeon. Ft Blackpink

Warnings: none

Helping out

“Aunty Nini n’ Jichu, when is mama and mommy comin’ back?” Mina lifts herself onto the couch to try to get away from Chaeyoung who was chasing her with her tiger plushie. “We're not too sure, buddy, hopefully it will be soon.” Jennie smiles reassuringly and Jisoo adds onto Jennie's sentence. “We can always message them if you want to.” Mina's eyes light up and she quickly nods her head. So with that, Jisoo took out her phone and she messaged Jeongyeon.

You: Hey, where are you guys? Your kids, specifically Mina, are wanting for you to come back.

Yoo Beep Beep💚🐶: We're on our way home now, with the newest addition to the family.

You: Oooo, well then see you three soon.

Jisoo looked up from her phone and she saw not only Mina staring at her but also Sana and Momo, which startled her a bit since she felt like she wasn't on her phone for long and within that short time Sana and Momo teleported to her, not in a literal sense though they just moved quickly over to her. “Where are mama and mommy?” Momo questions while Sana attempts to see Jisoo's messages. “They're currently driving back right now so they'll be here at any moment.”Jisoo responds which makes MiSaMo cheer in happiness, in fact Sana jumps off to tell the others.

Meanwhile with Jennie, she was now running around the house because she was being chased by Rosé, Lisa, Dahyun and Chaeyoung. “I thought the teams were meant to be more fair?!” Jennie merely escapes being hit by a flying chipmunk to her head. “It is fair. Nini you're grown up ‘n we awe kids.”Jihyo counteracts since she decided to be the referee for whatever this game was called. Jennie couldn't think of a rebuttal so she just accepted her fate.

As the game was about to start up again, Sana charged through all of them. “Mama and mommy are coming home!” Sana jumps up and down and she points to the front door, while Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun and Chaeyoung were excited, Rosé and Lisa were confused since Jisoo and Jennie were with them. “Haha Wosie ‘n Lili awe silly, it's not Aunty Nini ‘n Chichu.” Dahyun laughs at the faces Lisa and Rosé made which made the duo pout. “We knew dat! We were just… uhh just… testing you!” Lisa responded now with a smug grin on her face.

Thankfully before any arguing could start, the front door started to unlock and when it was open, Nayeon, Jeongyeon and now Tzuyu had appeared. “Hey guys, I know that you're all excited to see us, but we all need to be quiet, your youngest sister is sleeping.” Nayeon says quietly, the girls plus Jennie and Jisoo nod their heads and they let Nayeon and Jeongyeon enter the house before they all crowd around them.

“Aww she's so cute, please send us pictures whenever you feel like it.” Jennie whispers while she takes hold of Lisa's hand, Jisoo doing the same with Rosé. “We'll leave now so you guys can have some well deserved family time.” Jisoo waves goodbye and Rosé copies her mom, they then swiftly leave and Jennie and Lisa followed them once they said goodbye.

Now it was just the nine of them left, the girls got a better view of their youngest sister. “Chaeng, look you're a big sister now.” Jeongyeon mentions which makes Chaeyoung smile widely at the fact that she was no longer the youngest, however, there was a slight feeling of jealousy inside of her because she was used to being the baby out of them all, but her love for her little sister trumped the jealousy.

“As you guys know, this is your baby sister and her name is Tzuyu.” Nayeon whispers since she noticed that Tzuyu was still fast asleep. Despite everyone's attempts to stay quiet, it ultimately failed after 10 minutes since Tzuyu's eyes fluttered open due to the hushed tones all around her, she then looked around to see a whole bunch of people she didn't know so she had a confused and slightly disgusted look on her face. “Why is she lookin’ at us like dat?” Momo asks her mama and mommy. “It's because you're unfamiliar to her since this is the first time you're all meeting her.” Jeongyeon explained and there was a collective sound of ‘Ohhh’ as they all understood what was happening.

For the next couple of minutes Sana, Momo, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun and Chaeyoung introduced themselves to Tzuyu, who just stared at them with not a single thought behind her eyes, until she saw a dog plushy on the floor, which belonged to Sana. The baby then whines softly and she keeps her eyes on the toy to indicate that she wanted it. Jihyo follows Tzuyu's eyes over towards the toy and she walks over to where the plushy was, picking it up before going back to Tzuyu and giving it to her.

Tzuyu takes the toy and she places the ear into her mouth to suck on it, Sana noticed that Tzuyu had one of her toys and she was about to complain about it when she realized that Tzuyu looked absolutely adorable like that and in that moment an idea popped into her head. “Mommy, can we pway with Tzu?” Sana asks and the other girls also decide that they want to play with Tzuyu too. “Alright then, you guys can play with Tzuyu, but we need to be gentle since she's basically incredibly fragile. Also we can play until dinner is done.” Jeongyeon tells them and they all agree to not play roughly around or with Tzuyu.

So with that in mind, Nayeon left to make dinner for everyone. She decided on cooking pizza since it was quick and easy to prepare. Everyone else was still in the lounge and they decided to play a superhero game with Jeongyeon moving Tzuyu's new toy for her and Tzuyu simply giggled and smiled whenever something interesting happened, in her opinion anyway. After 20 minutes, the pizza was ready and Nayeon sorted out slices so they were as even as possible. She had used two pizzas so people can get more than one slice and they didn't have to argue over the spare slice.

During the time everyone else ate, Nayeon sorted out Tzuyu since she was basically a newborn baby, she had to have something else to fill her up, which meant that Nayeon gave Tzuyu milk to also make her bones stronger. Once Tzuyu had finished her bottle of milk, she yawned which showed that she was about to fall asleep. “We can hewp with Chewy's night woutine. Pwease?” Mina offers to help out because she wanted to bond with Tzuyu more and so did everyone else.

Nayeon found it hard to deny them from helping her out, since it could be beneficial to have some extra hands instead of doing everything by herself or only just with Jeongyeon. “Okay, you can all join me with Tzuyu's bed time.” Nayeon smiles and she goes to go through the routine that she created and used for all of the girls when they were babies since it always worked. However, this time for Tzuyu there were 2 kids at each station to pass things to her. The only difference being when Tzuyu was placed in her crib because Dahyun decided to read Tzuyu a story despite the book being upside down and she was making everything up.

Hi, I hope that everyone has a good day/evening/night. Also sorry for the late upload I basically had a brain fart over the last couple of days.

#twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #blackpink