#but like. im not going to read it again. and i can put it in the little free library and maybe bring someone else joy . so why not.

[suliigwp]

Lucky Page — OP81

Oscar Piastri x reader | established relationship, SMAU

SULI: have this little treat before the next chapter of tronab — I'm obsessed with this man. Short and sweet🧡 also please pretend it says Saudi Arabia instead of Miami in a pic😘 you'll get it

Warnings: Thirsty comments, sexy jokes

SUMMARY: Every time Oscar Piastris girlfriend posts him on her private Instagram page before a race— he wins

China race week

Liked by pastrypriv, lando.jpg and 21 others.

y/npriv: IM GONNA EAT HIM (lando ipad kid behind 'em)

16 comments.

lando.jpg: I was reading your post🙄

pastrypriv: only you're allowed to eat me

↳ y/npriv: 👀

↳ pastrypriv: can you be wholesome for just a second?

charl3smess: no bc why does he look like he’d taste like strawberry yoghurt

car1105.finsta: I bet he smells like sunscreen I gifted him

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: I think if you bite him he’d make that lil “ow :/” sound

↳ y/npriv: CAN CONFIRM. tested. 7/10 bite resistance

piastrilicious: what the hell is going on here

georgewearssocks: blink twice if they’ve put seasoning on u

↳ lando.jpg: he blinked once. medium rare incoming

↳ y/npriv: dinner’s at 8 x

↳ car1105.finsta: save me the elbow

↳ charl3smess: i want the cheek. soft bits hit different

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: dibs on the fingers

↳ pastrypriv: you guys are sick

↳ y/npriv: bff you literally said I'm allowed to eat you

↳ pastrypriv: bc I wanted to be devoured with love 💔

...

Liked by mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 1M others.

yourusername: First win of the season and so many more to come! I'm so proud of you🧡

24k comments.

oscarpiastri: Couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm 🧡

↳ yourusername: Are you calling me the tire strategy again 😒

↳ oscarpiastri: Maybe 👀

piastribabe99: SHE MANIFESTED THIS I KNOW SHE DID

landonorris: Here we go. Can’t wait to hear about this for the next 3 months.

↳ yourusername: You’ll live.

↳ oscarpiastri: You’re just mad I finished ahead 😌

↳ landonorris: Don’t test me little man

mclarensunshine: this is my Roman Empire. the way she looked at him on the podium 😭

↳ wagsonsight: HER EYES WERE GLOWING

danielricciardo: OH HE’S WINNING WINNING 🔥

↳ yourusername: more things than the race if you know what I mean

↳ danielricciardo: oop

↳ lando: WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR

↳ oscarpiastri: y/n.

gridwives: their dynamic >>>>>

maxverstappen1: Congrats, mate. Let’s see if you can do it twice 😉

↳ yourusername: 👀 challenge accepted

↳ oscarpiastri: 😬

oscarpiastriluvr: She’s the proudest gf and I’m sobbing about it

carlossainz55: You better frame this post. Historic moment.

↳ yourusername: Already making a scrapbook 🧡

↳ oscarpiastri: I’m scared

f1wifematerial: real love is posting him even when he still has champagne in his hair

...

Bahrain race week

Liked by charl3smess, a.lbonbutmakeitferal, georgewearssocks and 19 others.

y/npriv: how he was looking at me last night

22 comments.

pastrypriv: Y/N!

↳ y/npriv: just like last night

↳ lando.jpg: stop this madness 😭

lando.jpg: YOU NEED TO GO TO CHURCH. IMMEDIATELY.

↳ y/npriv: my god is busy blessing Oscar

↳ lando.jpg: I’m calling his mum

m4xisnumberone: I should not be here

↳ y/npriv: then leave

↳ m4xisnumberone: not until I report you to the FIA

charl3smess: I will never unsee this

↳ lando.jpg: SAME

↳ charl3smess: why are you everywhere

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: Delete this before I make a group chat without you

↳ y/npriv: you wouldn’t dare

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: try me

georgewearssocks: This is entirely inappropriate

↳ car1105.finsta: just say you’re jealous

↳ georgewearssocks: 😐

car1105.finsta: wait so is this a before or after quali kind of look

↳ y/npriv: Carlos?

↳ car1105.finsta: i’m just trying to understand the timeline 🧎‍♂️

↳ pastrypriv: this is so humiliating

...

Liked by car1105.finsta, m4xisnumberone, lando.jpg and 22 others.

y/npriv: LAWRD HAVE MERCY

comments.

lando.jpg: GET A GRIP

↳ y/npriv: I physically CANNOT

↳ lando.jpg: you need to be stopped

m4xisnumberone: nah cause this one actually made ME flinch

↳ y/npriv: 😌

↳ m4xisnumberone: NO

charl3smess: you’re not normal

↳ y/npriv: he unzipped his suit and so did my sanity

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: not to be dramatic but i feel unsafe here

↳ y/npriv: okay but imagine you saw this in PERSON

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: i’d pass away

car1105.finsta: you didn’t even try to be subtle

↳ y/npriv: didn’t even TRY

↳ car1105.finsta: that’s love i fear

georgewearssocks: Lord have mercy? No. We need a restraining order.

↳ y/npriv: try and catch me 😌

↳ georgewearssocks: i’m telling Oscar

dannyricc3: yeah okay this one is a little bit illegal

↳ y/npriv: delete your jealousy x

↳ dannyricc3: i’m texting your mother

dannyricc3: Not Oscar keeping his silence

↳ pastrypriv: let me be

...

Liked by dannyricc3, m4xisnumberone, car1105.finsta and 17 others.

y/npriv: HE WON AGAIN. TWO IN A ROW. i’m not saying it’s because i posted him last night but i posted him last night.

18 comments.

lando.jpg: no because this is getting weird now

↳ y/npriv: don’t act like you’re not scared

↳ lando.jpg: i AM

↳ lando.jpg: imagine how big the gap would be if you attend a gp👀

charl3smess: if he wins three in a row i’m opening a shrine to you

↳ y/npriv: start collecting candles

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: I KNEW IT. WITCHCRAFT.

↳ y/npriv: consider me your local track witch 🧹✨

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: you’re too powerful

georgewearssocks: I was skeptical. Now I’m terrified.

↳ y/npriv: you should be

m4xisnumberone: This is how cults start

↳ y/npriv: you’re just mad i didn’t post you

↳ m4xisnumberone: DON’T

car1105.finsta: can i send a photo of ME with puppy eyes for this week??

↳ y/npriv: lol no. this account chooses oscar now.

↳ car1105.finsta: brutal

pastrypriv: Two wins. Coincidence.

↳ y/npriv: say that again when you’re holding another trophy next week

...

Saudi Arabia Race Week

Liked by gridlife2025, paddockfashionista, waglifeinsta and 45k others.

F1GossipFeed: Spotted at the Saudi Arabia GP: @/yourusername making a stylish appearance in the paddock! Looks like she’s here to support @/oscarpiastri in person this weekend. ✨🏎️

12k comments.

f1fanatic_23: Love seeing the support! Hope Oscar feels the energy 💙

gridlife2025: She always looks so cool, no wonder Oscar’s killing it this season

raceweekbuzz: VIP vibes for sure, who else wishes they had paddock access?

speedqueen_94: This is the motivation Oscar needs to bring home another podium 👏

paddockfashionista: Okay, her outfit is EVERYTHING. F1 fashion goals!

motorsportjunkie: Supporting your driver in person? That’s next level. Respect.

tracksidevibes: I’m here for the power couple energy, can’t wait to see them at the podium

...

Liked by lando.jpg, georgewearssocks, pastrypriv and 22 others.

y/npriv: trying something today🤭 good luck my boys!

10 comments.

lando.jpg: You better post me twice for extra luck

↳ y/npriv: double the trouble 😈

pastrypriv: Don’t jinx it, witch

↳ y/npriv: oh, I’m blessing you. Big difference.

charl3smess: Proof that the best wingwomen come with filters and funny faces

m4xisnumberone: I demand a selfie too or I’m boycotting podium photos

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: Make sure you send one to me or I’m crashing your next Zoom call

car1105.finsta: Officially the best hype squad captain

georgewearssocks: I see the power of good vibes in action

dannyricc3: This energy is everything. Good luck boys, don’t disappoint!

...

Liked by yourusername, nicolepiastri, ln4 and 2.3M others.

mclaren: ✨ DOMINANCE ✨ What a sensational performance from @/oscarpiastri and @/landonorris today at Saudi Arabia! A commanding 1-2 finish, crossing the line nearly 30 seconds ahead of the rest of the pack. Pure teamwork, focus, and speed. 🏆🏆

77k comments.

f1fansworldwide: That’s how you show up and shut it down. McLaren is back baby! 🔥

oscarpiastrifan: Oscar and Lando are unstoppable when they’re together. Loved every second of that race!

landonorrisfanclub: A 30-second gap? Unreal. Proud of my boys 🧡💙

yourusername: My boys did THAT 👀💥 So proud!!

↳ mclaren: our lucky charm🧡

...

Private Group Chat—

'Paddock Hazard'

@/yourusername:

ok but seriously… 30 seconds ahead??

Lucky Page magic strikes again 💅✨

@/lando: I want to believe but you’re gonna have to post me solo next time or I’m out 😤

@/oscarpiastri: I’m not sure if I believe this “Lucky Page” thing but… can’t argue with results 😂

@/maxverstappen1: I’m starting to think you’re the real driver here tbh

@/charles_leclerc: Not gonna lie, I’m lowkey jealous of this power you’ve got.

@/alex_albon: So when’s the ritual? I wanna join the cult.

@/yourusername:

First, you gotta post the ugliest selfie you have.

No exceptions.

@/lando: Nooooooo

@/oscarpiastri: If posting on the Lucky Page means I keep winning, I’m down to let her do whatever she wants.

@/yourusername:

Careful what you wish for… next race I’m posting the one of you with bedhead.

@/lando: Wait, that was private!

@/maxverstappen1: I vote for more bedhead pics. It’s only fair.

@/charles_leclerc: Honestly this chat is the best thing about race weekends.

@/alex_albon: Agreed. Also, when’s the group photo for maximum luck?

@/yourusername:

Only if you promise to not fight each other

@/georgerussell63: you expect too much from us

@/maxverstappen1: No promises.

@/georgerussell63: see?

@/oscarpiastri: Whatever happens, Lucky Page is here to stay. Thanks for keeping my podium streak alive

_____________________________________________

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[p1astr81]

Oscar x reader who is rly stressed and overworked one day he comes home from a triple header and shes like doing her and hair and sobbing and he just completely comforts her and finishes her hair for her while whispering comforting words to her and being rly physical.

THIS IS LONG IK IM SORRY

cw: use of y/n and pet names (baby), not proof read

Between schooling and work, the stress had been piling on your shoulders day after day. Worst of all, your usual support person had been gone for three whole weeks.

Meant to go out with friends later in the day, you were putting your hair into a braided bun. It wasn’t working, though. Frustration built, and everything you’d been holding in broke free. Hands shaking, tears flowing down your face faster than you could process. Ugly, broken sobs rang out.

You hadn’t heard Oscar come through the door. Hadn’t known that he was home until he was hugging you as hard as he could, tucking your head into his chest and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Letting your hair fall, you clung onto his arms. Nails dug into his skin as if to make sure he was actually there.

“You’re alright. It’s alright. I’m here.” He whispered into your ear, his hand stroking your back. “I’m here.” He repeated.

You sobbed harder. He held tighter.

More words were whispered into your ear. “What’s wrong, baby? What’s wrong? What happened?” He tried. You only shook your head. “Come on, talk to me.”

Another shake of your head. You hid your face in his arm. “I can’t. I can’t.” Was all you offered him.

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t do it! I can’t do it anymore, Oscar!” Your nails started to draw blood. He didn’t care. “Work and- and school- I-“ hiccup “and my hair. I can’t do it anymore.” Your breath shuttered “I’m so burnt out. My brain can’t function anymore Oscar I-“ a sigh. “I can’t.” A broken whisper, one that sounds like giving up.

He shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here, that I left you to-“

“No, don’t. Stop. Stop apologizing.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m-“ he cut himself off, the sorry dying in his throat. “What’s wrong with your hair, baby?”

“I can’t get it to look right.” You sputtered between sobs.

He pulled away slightly, but kept his hands on your shoulders. He stood behind you now. “What’s wrong with it? What do you want me to do with it?” His words were so gentle, his soft eyes looking at yours through the mirror.

Your frowned deepened, and you tried to wipe the tears away. They just kept coming anyway. “You don’t have to. I don’t wanna-“

“Y/n.” It was one word, but the way he said it communicated everything. He was there for you. Would do anything if you just asked it of him.

A choked sob as you tried to reign in the tears. “A loose braided bun.”

“Okay.” He chuckled, trying to ease you. “I can do that.” He nodded, his hands in your hair before you could say anything else.

Even though he was so concentrated on making your hair look perfect, he didn’t skip out on the reassurance.

Everything is going to be okay. He whispered and kissed your temple.

It’s just temporary. He squeezed your arm.

Take a day off if you need. Your brain more important. And to make his point, he kissed the top of your head.

See? One thing out of the way. He whispered when he was done, his arms wrapped around you. You’ll get through it. I know you will because you’re too damn stubborn to let this make you quit.

You gave a weak laugh at that, leaning your body into his, letting his body heat bring you comfort. “Thank you.” You said, looking up at him. “For… for everything, really.”

He frowned. “Anything you need. Ever. Just call me. I’ll always answer, even if it’s the dead of night for me.”

A heavy sigh passed your lips, tears pricking your eyes again at feeling so loved. You nodded, a hand threading through his hair to pull him down to meet your lips.

[kxsagi]

Hiii, first of all ur writing is AMAZING im giggling and swirling my hair every time I read ur work!!🤭

So I just wanted to request the bllk boy with a gf who's like the walking embodiment of the 20s baddie. Like she's just effortlessly serving cunt!💅

“𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭”

a/n: thank you so much babes!!! i interpreted your request as 1920’s baddie! reader so i hope i did this right! 

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, isagi yoichi, ness alexis

itoshi rin

rin didn’t know he had a thing for women who insult him like he’s beneath them… until you walked into his life with a fur coat, feathered headband, and told him, “you look like you cry when your hair isn’t symmetrical.” 

every time he talks, you tilt your head like you’re listening to the weather forecast. 

he’ll mutter, “shut up,” under his breath and you’ll reply, “aww, is lil’ grumpy baby feeling shy?” 

he swears he hates it. but his ears are red. his soul is trembling. but he’s never been more in love. 

once you strutted onto the field in heels just to hand him water like, “hydrate, doll. you can’t be the best with dry lips and brother issues.” 

karasu was there. rin’s entire bloodline felt that humiliation. and yet, he drank the water. 

you’re the only one who can get away with calling him “pookie.” 

itoshi sae

you? a flapper goddess in a champagne satin dress. him? emotionally constipated, internally combusting. 

you walked past him once in a speakeasy-inspired outfit, and sae forgot his own name. 

he said “hi,” and you just sipped your drink and said, “darling, are you speaking or sighing? i can’t tell.” 

you keep asking him to “be a dear” and fetch things. sae, the football prodigy, literally gets up mid-conference call to bring you a feather boa. 

you flirt with his brother just to watch sae visibly malfunction. “rin and i were just talking about how sharp his jawline is... don’t pout, baby. jealousy is so last season.” 

you put your heel on his thigh once while fixing your anklet and that man forgot how to breathe. 

but he stays silent. because he loves the fear. 

kaiser michael

you two are a match made in diva heaven. he opens his mouth to flirt, and you hit back with, “did you think that sentence was going to make me fall in love or file a restraining order?” 

you two do red carpet struts in your living room like it’s fashion week. mirror selfies? iconic. couple outfits? powerful. paparazzi energy in the way you take pics of each other. 

he calls you “my queen,” you call him “my favorite delulu.” 

you once told him, “i’m not impressed by your goals. i’ve had men score bigger in my DM’s.” 

he immediately challenged them all to a 1v1. even the one who sent you a spotify playlist. 

you gaslight him for fun like: “baby, i never said that. maybe you dreamt it because you’re obsessed with me.” and he giggles like you handed him a diamond. 

shidou ryusei

you told him to “sit” once and he did it like a well-trained dog. 

the amount of times he’s called you “mistress” unironically is concerning. 

you once winked at him from across the club and he barked. 

you flirt like a femme fatale and he flirts like he just got let out of an asylum. but somehow… it works. 

he likes when you threaten him. “touch me again and i’ll throw this martini in your face.” “promise?” he whispers, already leaning in. 

he calls you “mommy” in public. you slap him with your satin glove and he moans. 

he once broke a guy’s nose for catcalling you, even though you were the one catcalling first. 

mikage reo

rich meets rich, but you still act like you fund his lifestyle. 

“reo, darling, i’m not wearing last season’s diamonds. be serious.” 

he loves it. buys you matching fur coats just so you can post “mafia couple aesthetics.” 

your couple photos go viral. you in silk and lipstick, him holding your purse like a good man. 

you act like he’s your driver. “reo, the car. chop chop.” and he unlocks it like, “yes, your highness.” 

you walked into his parents’ mansion once and said, “hmm. charming little place. very... modest.” 

his dad blinked. his mom sipped wine. reo stared at you like you just painted the mona lisa with a martini. 

nagi seishiro

he has no idea what’s going on, but he loves being dragged around like a clueless sugar baby. 

you dress him up. force him into suits. comb his hair. “ugh, we can’t both be the hot one. i have a reputation to uphold.” 

he shrugs and says “kinda annoying…” while letting you powder his nose. 

he once fell asleep mid-date and you whispered, “i’ll kill you in your sleep if you embarrass me again.” 

he nodded off with a smile. said it was the best nap he ever had. 

you once handed him a rose and said “for your loyalty” like you’re a 1920s mafia boss. he’s still pressing it in a book. 

he calls you “princess” and it’s not even sarcastic. you call him “my little white-haired handbag.” 

karasu tabito

he thinks he’s the witty one until you verbally slap him across the face every three seconds. 

he says “yo babe–” and you go, “unless that sentence ends with ‘i bought you a yacht,’ i’m not interested.” 

he can’t keep up with your insults. you roast him in a jazz bar accent. “oh sweetheart, if brains were money, you couldn’t afford my attention.” 

he’s obsessed with your nails. you tap them on his chest when you want something. he immediately folds. 

he once dared you to call him “daddy” and you said, “aww, sweetie. i only call men with power that.” 

he cried into his pillow that night. you tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and said “night night, champ.” 

isagi yoichi

he thought he was the main character until you came along looking like a 1920s femme fatale straight out of a noir film – feathered dress, glossy lips, and a stare that says, “i could destroy your dreams and look gorgeous doing it.” 

he tried to impress you with football stats and you just blinked and said, “sorry, darling, i don’t speak ‘mediocre.’ say that again in trophies.” 

he went home and stared at his blue lock ranking like it personally betrayed him. 

you compliment him with backhanded grace: “you’re cute when you’re not talking.” “i adore your work ethic. shame about your fashion sense though.” 

he’s 50% offended, 50% aroused, and 100% devoted. 

he’ll be practicing on the field and hear your heels click in from the bleachers like: “let’s go, superstar. show them why i let you hold my hand in public.” 

he runs faster. shoots harder. tries to win for you like you’re the world cup and he’s nothing without you. 

one time a girl flirted with him and you stepped in like, “aww, sweetie. he’s taken. but don’t worry, i’m sure you’ll find someone who doesn’t meet my standards.” 

he almost proposed right then and there. 

ness alexis

ness saw you once and immediately started sweating through his designer scarf. you said “hello” and he audibly giggled. 

you? red lipstick, mink stole, and a voice like jazz and emotional damage. him? a blushing violin boy trying to play it cool while internally short-circuiting. 

you asked him to dance at a gala and he said, “m-me? with you???” and you just took his hand like, “i don’t ask twice, sugar.” 

he calls you “love” in a breathy, desperate tone like you’re the last woman on earth who’d ever give him the time of day. 

he’s clingy, but polite about it. “can i carry your purse? can i hold your drink? can i kneel in front of you and beg to be your personal doormat?” 

you flirt with others just to watch him melt. he once got jealous and you leaned down to his ear, stroked his cheek and whispered, “ness, darling… don’t pout. jealousy wrinkles are a poor man’s accessory.” 

he swooned so hard he tripped over his own foot. you pat his head like a good pet. he wears it like a crown. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[honeytonedhottie]

girly girl's guide to dealing with stress⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪞🎀

feeling overwhelmed is inevitable, but i can help totally you fix that ✧˖° here's how a glamorous girl stays put together and soothes herself when dealing with a stressful time…💬🎀

ALLOW YOURSELF TO REST ;

rest is SO important, its important to reframe how we look at and define rest. it's really glamorized to constantly be working on one project after another and so on and so forth but that is so not sustainable without adequate rest. we're not hamsters running on a wheel all the time. true rest to me is away from screens, kind of going back to my basic routines and rituals that make me feel safe and that nurture my spirit. some things that i do when im resting that i recommend are...

❤︎ earlier bedtime + reading before bed

❤︎ warm drinks before bed (i LOVE chamomile milk tea before bed with a bit of honey and cinnamon)

❤︎ watching my comfort movie (the princess diaries)

❤︎ yoga/going on long walks instead of my regularly scheduled workout routines (i like to do my yoga/lay out in the sun to get some vitamin D and just feel the warmth on my skin, its nice)

❤︎ scheduling massages, manicures/pedicures, facials... just to kind of make me feel like myself again and refresh

❤︎ EXFOLIATION. for some reason exfoliating feels like shedding old skin to me, when i feel that soft soft skin after, it just feels like i shed something that was holding me back

❤︎ social media cleanse. this means no tiktok, tumblr, twitter, even no watching the news for 2-3 days

❤︎ i pull out my journal and write manually. there's something about paper that just feels so human and back-to-the-basics. its so so comforting

to ensure that im not rotting but resting, i give myself adequate time to rest so i can still stay on track with my goals and aspirations. typically when i feel like i need to rest i give myself 2-3 days. when i actually designate the time to rest, i feel better about myself lol, like im not being lazy/cheating out on my goals.

AFFIRMATIONS ;

another thing i do when i’m feeling overwhelmed is affirm myself. like actually talk to myself like i would to my best friend. sometimes out loud, sometimes in my journal. mostly in my journal and in my head. you won't believe how helpful talking to yourself actually is until you try it and i cannot recommend it enough.

OTHER WAYS TO RELIEVE STRESS ;

❤︎ taking long showers is always helpful for me when im overwhelmed or stress. just the ritual of it all, dry brushing, doing a mask, moisturizing... its super ritualistic and relieves stress really well.

❤︎ journaling about what it is thats stressing me out and getting it out of my head and onto paper also is super helpful.

❤︎ listening to something encouraging like an audio book, uplifting youtuber that you love, or even music that inspires you.

❤︎ organizing something like ur vanity or your closet/cleaning. a clean space = a clean mind.

❤︎ watching your comfort shows/movies.

[voie-lacte3]

—best friend! reader X mason thames

| based on this request!!

| check out his masterlist!

| taglist! anon list! main masterlist!

the first person who realizes mason has a crush on you is his mom because one day, when she picks him up early from school, he comes out in literal tears. “n/n and i were about to color our math sheet!” he whines, curly locks full of small yellow flowers. “mason, honey, why do you have flower in your hair?” she asks, going to pick one out. “no! dont! y/n put them in my hair during recess, we were matching!” he pulls away, petting the flower back in place.

while it wasn’t new for mason to be mentioning you— having been friends with him since kindergarten, it was a little strange that the little devil spawn 9 year old mason was let you touch his hair, giving he made such a big deal when she herself tried to comb through it.

sure you guys were “best friends”, you did everything together. every school trip you were glued to each others side, whenever mason was upset, he’d run over to yours across the street, whenever he found something amusing, his first thought was to show you. but the little gleam in little 9 year old mason said otherwise, he just didn’t know how to feel that emotion quite yet.

her husband called her crazy for suggesting mason liked you, said you guys were just kids. and maybe he was right, maybe she was reading too much into it…..

the second person to realize mason has a crush on you is his older sister, brooke.

it was the day before valentines day and mason has been in the kitchen since approximately 6pm, it was now 8:30pm.

“what are you up to mace?” she question, watching as her 12 year old brother dips a pretzel in white chocolate, swirling it around and wiping the excess off.

in reality, brooke knew what he was doing, she wasn’t stupid or blind. she noticed how his eyes and voice softened when talking about you— how he got a certain look in his eyes. she noticed how his gaze would linger on you for a second more than everyone else. she saw how he always wanted to be near you, whether you were talking to him or not. she noticed everything.

“masonnnn, gimme one” “ack!” he twats her hand away immediately, playfully glaring at her. “no touchy, they’re for n/n.” brooke laughs as the tips of his ears turn red, “you like her, don’t you?” the poor boy practically chokes on his saliva. “WHAT?! wh-why would you even think that?? im just…being a good best friend”

brooke raises an eyebrow, “what happened to valentines is fucking stupid. we don’t need a whole day to grow a pair to ask someone out” the boy just rolls his eyes, “if you’re just gonna annoy me, go away”

the girl snickers, “you’re so whipped—” “SHUT UP” the girl laughs one more time before leaving the boy to his shenanigans.

the third and fourth people to realize mason has a crush on you are your parents.

it was a random saturday night, your parents were sitting next to eachother on the couch, half watching a movie, half chit-chatting away. and of course, mason was over again. you were on the couch, stretched out in sweats with a blanket over you, mason was sitting criss cross on the floor in front of you. you had your fingers in his hair, half braiding it, half twirling differnt curls on your finger, all while he pretended not to enjoy it as much as he did.

“can you get that piece,” he mumbles, tilting his head forwards, motioning to a stubborn strand near his temple. you happily comply, adding the curly strand to your braid, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

your mom glances up, “crazy how he makes a big fuss over anyone touching his hair, except when it’s our y/n” your dad laughs, “maybe cause they’re close, i wouldn’t want someone i dont really know to be touching my hair, especially if i had curls like that.” they both look over to you again. you were now leaning over, showing him a funny tiktok. his cheeks were slightly flushed as he laughed, glancing up at you with heart eyes.

your mom leans into your dad, a knowing look on both their faces. “he’s down bad for her, isn’t he” “worse part, she doesn’t even realize it”

the last and final person to realize mason has a crush on you is his dad.

it was your freshman year of high school, knowing it was his last year of public school, mason asked you out to homecoming, as friends of course.

his dad had taken him to get his suit and tie a couple weeks before the event, and the way mason talked about you, how excited he was, how he wanted everything to be perfect, made him realize his wife was indeed not crazy.

the night of the dance, you wore a pretty green dress paired with silver heels, brooke had helped you with your hair and makeup. and mason didn’t even recognize the feeling that hit him when he saw you, but his dad did. his dad saw how utterly whipped his son was for you. and when he saw one of the pictures brooke took, the way mason’s eyes were locked on you with a soft, unexplainable look as you laughed at something your mom said, he knew.

he knew that his dear son had fallen hard for you, and no amount of help would pick him up.

now it’s almost 2 years later, you’re both 17 and his newest movie comes out in a 2 weeks. mason was set to come home for a couple days before he had to go do interviews and attend premieres, and of course, no one told you.

you had just gotten home from work, “hey honey! how was work?” your mom questions as you set your keys on the counter. “really hectic. this older guy got the wrong drink or something and he just started going off. screaming all sorts of things no man should say to a child, at my face, and like, i wasn’t even his server. it honestly made me want to quit” you explain, rubbing your temples.

you let out a long sigh, “imma go shower and then head to canes,” you dont even wait for your moms reply, heading straight to your room. luckily this was your last day working at canes so you didn't really care if you were a little late. you kick your shoes off and go to your closet, riffling through everything like it was a sport.

you grab that God awful black polo and blue baggy jeans, everything smells vaguely like detergent and chaos. you pad to your bathroom, washing off the stressful feeing of your first job.

meanwhile in the kitchen, your mom sends a text message:

| she's home and in the shower, how far are yall?

| outside your door lolzzzz

by the time you emerge from the shower, you have about 40 minutes until you have to leave. you lazily walk over to your vanity and begin to moisturize, deciding to call mason, still feeling the need to rant about the costumer from earlier.

it goes straight to voicemail.

“rude,” you scoff, reaching for your blow dryer. your door then creaks open, you pause, staring at it through the mirror. “...hello?” “if this was a horror movie, you’d so be dead” a voice teases. the one voice that could yank a smile out of you even if you were stabbed.

you spin around immediately, screaming at the top of your lungs, probably scaring half the neighborhood.

you scramble off your chair, dropping your phone, almost face planting on your carpet floor, legs practically giving out from the whiplash as you swing the door fully open, jumping straight into his arms. he’s in a black tee, grey sweatpants, and rocking very dirty converse. he has the biggest smile plastered on his face as his strong arms wrap around your waist. “surprise?”

your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. “why didnt you tell me?! you’re such an asshole,” “and yet, you’re still hugging me.” you scoff at his words, yet don’t let go.

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later that night, after skipping your last shift at canes and eating dinner with both families, learning about the set and his cast mates, you telling him about school and how excited you were for senior year, and overall just catching up, you head towards your room.

the lights are off, your on your bed, curled into masons side, the original Spiderman with Tobey Maguire playing on your tv. your mouthing the lines to yourself, having seen this movie hundreds of times— with and without mason, he’s not even watching the movie, eyes fixated you.

“i missed you, y’know”, he mumbles, playing with the necklace that sat on your collarbone, “hm?” you look up at him, quirking a brow up. “bro, are you even watching the movie?” “of course i am, why wouldn’t i be watching the movie we’ve watched 47 other times,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “pay attention,” you almost pout, smacking his arm.

“look! look! this scene?! peak cinema!”, your hands chaotically move around, waving as you passionately explain why. and mason? there’s not a single thought behind those delicate eyes of his. the way your face lights up, and the way you scrunch your nose, dont even get him started on the way you lean a little closer into him when you get excited? he’s not sure his heart’s beating normally anymore.

he doesn’t even realize he’s leaning in until your voice catches slightly and you’re looking at him with your brows raised in question.

his brain short circuits, “can i…” you blink, “what?” you almost laugh, confused out of your mind. he stares at you, blush slowly creeping up his neck. he quickly looks away, coward. but then you tilt your head, leaning the tiniest bit— barely noticeable really, but of course he notices. “what?” you ask again, this time softer, a little quieter.

“can i— can i kiss you?”

the silence afterwards is so incredibly loud he wants to physically melt into a puddle and soak into the couch. and then you laugh, cute (his words) giggles leaving your mouth, your body physically moving from how much you were laughing.

“m-mace—” you huff out, causing him to get even redder, his facial expression dropping. “if you wanted to do a tiktok trend, you could have just asked.” in a heartbeat, you grab his phone, going to the infamous clock app and choosing a random audio. you prop his phone up and begin recording. the beat drops and you lean over, giving his mouth a small peck.

you retract before he can even react, stopping the video and going back to your movie. “there ya go, just edit it or something, oh and definitely tag me”

he pouts as your attention shifts to the screen in front of you once more. you left him completely dumbfounded. he stays silent for a few more minutes, contemplating what he should do.

he groans, causing you to look at him again, fake judgement on your face. “mason, what the he—”

his lips crash onto yours.

they’re soft, slightly chapped, and a little unsure. he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment for years. which, i guess he has. you hesitate for a second, causing him to pull away. “i-im sorry. i–” “shut up,” you whisper, pulling him back in.

a/n: should i make a pt 2??? or turn this into an AU?? also this is NOT proofread

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A Long Diary Entry About Me and Recent Events

I wasn't planning on posting, but now that things have settled a bit, maybe i've changed my mind .... i dont know ... i am a very quiet person online. but it turns out i have a lot to say right now. So maybe it's good to put out a little blog every once in a while. maybe this will prove to be unwise ...

Intro

this will be fairly personal and not professional and not well written, so please do not over analyze it or think too hard. i only have good intentions, i promise. im also not a very organized thinker so this might be a mess. being perceived anywhere makes me profoundly nervous, so if you misbehave, i will continue to cease existing publicly online, and i shan't perform for you again... *disappears in a mist*

ahem...herm...

*comes back on stage, taps mic... clears throat... straightens papers...wipes away my blackened, exploded hair...*

this will be a little look into my world, and very honest... maybe a lot of what i have posted previously during my time at clash was overly sanitized cause i felt like i couldnt say anything publicly without repercussions.

hi, i hope you are all doing well... im mail but i geuss you knew that already. i haven't been on the clash team since functionally early last year due to various medical problems. i prefer to keep all of these things to myself, but, i feel that it's relevant to mention.

i have disappeared everywhere because of all of the "stuff" going on with me. this may be the first time some of my friends have seen signs of life from me in months, and i am so sorry about that. i care about you and think about you often. social media is still difficult for me to use right now, but i am trying to get better with it, and this is a step in that direction, maybe…?

there's other factors to me leaving clash of course (some of which have been mentioned by former staff recently). It’s freeing to speak so openly about corporate clash, especially its internal workings, because I felt like i couldn't say much here while actively being on the clash crew. it's why "nothing i say is canon" is plastered weirdly everywhere. it was probably, mostly, just my own nerves getting in the way though

ok well i'm taking it back everything i say is THE COMPLETE TRUTH!!!!!!! (i am joking) what i will say is true is that whatever you headcanon about any character i designed gets my HONEST AND TRUE stamp of mailman's approval. i am reclaiming them (Jokingly) (Lovingly) so that you can have them instead (Telling the truth) i also have not played toontown in like two years. If someone says you're a liar you can screenshot this and said "Mailman said so" and I won't  care It's not like i'll be there. also i genuinely believe some of you are more qualified than me or anyone to speak on these beloved and often lgbt characters. Please consider yourself to be the only correct source of clash information from now on. i have no real authority here, but neither do they ... 'cause like what're they gonna do ....

Anyways Whew! Glad that's over! No offense i am just joking around...i went through a lot but overall, Clash changed my life for the better. in some ways i am a bit sad that this chapter of my life has ended. but i will always love toontown and gay furries forever and ever. i am so, so happy that people like what I have contributed so much to.

oh and of course, i agree with the statements from former staff. like 90% of them are my friends after all so maybe i am a little biased here... i prefer to keep personal matters to myself but i experienced a lot of trauma there. im sure it was accidental on the part of others and i would never blame just one person for it. theres something that is just foundationally not working with their structure and it is hurting people, and I hope they're able to mend whatever that is. i am sure you leaderships are reading this, so, hello, i hope you are doing okay. im sorry about how stressful this all must be and i hope things improve. its true that most of us 1.3 developers left, but for those of you who knew me on the team, hiii i hope you are well

but ummm hmm how do i say this.

*Gets a puppet out to speak for me so i can remain blameless for whatever information i say because it may or may not be true*

and i am just a little puppet after all, using comedy to deflect any accusations of personal wrongdoing.... But this is my theory.

Because it is not a professional project, corporate clash will always be ran by volunteers who have never worked on a project on this scale. I think this results in accidental mismanagement. It’s really difficult to run a volunteer video game like this when it isn't structured like a close-knit friend group. In fact, “volunteer video games” do not really exist in any other context, so there’s nothing to reference. The more people there are, the more they may get neglected. so, i am sympathetic about how difficult it is to keep this game continuing and to be a lead for it. Especially on volunteer time.

Who said that. Throw that freak in the trash.

BOOM...

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...

*Mailman returns and is picking off pieces of garbage*

well anyways. you have to imagine this has been a really strange, difficult, weird, upsetting, past couple of weeks for me. Especially me, who really doesn't like being perceived at all, being perceived... the horrors... i am still trying to return to normal, but it feels like something has changed in a cosmic sort of way, and i cant stop feeling it.

Clarification

ive been thinking about whether or not to include this next section, but i have decided to do so as briefly as possible, because i feel like it is important for me to clarify it. this piece of context feels important to me. please be responsible with it, and please don't use it to hurt others.

as you are all probably aware, stuck the duck did a stream recently covering the statements made by former staff. of course i agree with former staff, as I am former staff myself and i share some of their experiences, and many of them are friends of mine. i think stuck is really cool and he is a very kind person.

at the end of his stream, a statement was made regarding a situation where i was allegedly receiving poor treatment from cranky during a severe bout of illness.

i was not involved in making that statement, it was based on someone else's perspective on how i was treated at the time because i do not remember the situation for myself. i was so sick that i do not really remember what happened in detail.

all i remember is really wanting to complete the illustration because it was important to me, i wanted the community to have it with its corresponding update. i feel like cranky's statement regarding it is probably more accurate to my memory but i didnt read it in detail because these past few weeks have been a little nerve-wracking. i have been told by others that the situation appeared worse than what I remember, but again I cannot verify any of this.

but with how hard i worked on that illustration through illness, i do think it was disappointing and a little hurtful to forget about it until one of my friends reminded them it existed. but i understand things slip through and i have also made mistakes. i truly don't hold grudges because i lack the emotion of anger. I just get really scared.... . i am not completely happy with how the picture came out anyways, but thats probably because i was so sick when making it ….

i cant say whether or not it's true, or if cranky's participation was somewhat exaggerated. i think as community lead (?) he was in control of its distribution though. the only part i can verify is that they didnt use it for a long time despite my working very hard on it. but things happen in development all the time, and i am not really interested or comfortable in being centered in this situation.. i actually do not really want to receive any attention at all but i would feel bad ignoring this statement.

but please also understand this. cranky may have made mistakes in leadership, and he may have hurt people, including my friends, but based on what i know, which of course is not everything, i really don't believe he's an evil person, and i would ask that you please do not publicly attack people you do not know. i believe that everyone working on clash has its best interests in mind, even if i don't agree with all of their approaches. they are there, working for free, because they care about it.

there is a difference between attacking someone and sharing information with others. this is just my perspective, but as ex-staff, we are allowed to speak on this because we knew them, and these are our experiences, i hope you understand where i'm coming from here. a game of telephone starts happening and dishonest things are said by mistake. it may be best to just link to an individual's statements. Please treat all clash staff fairly.

with all of this unfortunate stuff going on, i saw someone i do not know claim that some clash staff would make fun of me behind my back, which is sad if true. but i dont know if its true or not so i wouldn’t hold it against them. at this point i have grieved about clash over and over again so there’s not much grief left to have. I only mention it because i hope its not true, and i have no way of knowing, because for the most part, i like everyone at clash, and i just want whoever allegedly said those things about me to know that.

i am not perfect either though. i try to do right by everyone nowadays because it's all i can do. so of course i would forgive them immediately.

thats all i have to say on the clash situation. thank you for listening to us. many of us thought these stories would never be heard. so i appreciate you listening if nothing else.

Me and What I am doing Now

i always felt like i would have a lot to talk about once leaving clash, but i actually dont. i dont have anything to say that i, or others, havent already said. once again i agree with the majority of ex-staff / my friends, but im talking about even casual stuff about development or whatever. i dont think its all that interesting to people that weren't there, and i'm not interested enough in clash anymore to make posts about it publicly.

i would post my personal work to other accounts, that could be cool, but i don't have much to say, and Im not able to make as much stuff as I used to. … i also do not get anything out of seeing a big number (Likes Or Reposts) on my drawings. so id be posting maybe once every four months ... or once a year … i have really bad time blindness which doesn't go well with social media. maybe i'll get back into it anyways some day. it's theoretically possible that a few people would like to see my drawings, but yet i post nothing ever, and thats a little sad.

if i do make a brand new account, i will probably be stealing this url. Sorry for any potential confusion in the future.

most of the time i am just doing my own thing working on my original, personal projects. i really love my characters and i do a lot of stuff with them. i make comics, stories, drawings, 3d models. You know how it is ... im working on a 3d model right now that i will probably go work on after i post this. i plan on integrating the 3d model into a little website that tells you all about the character and i think that will be really fun. I love making interactive stuff with my characters. youll be able to rotate it all around and stuff. i definitely wont be able to do that for all of them though ...  i'm probably not capable of making as much stuff as i used to in general, but i am at peace with that.

i also plan on making this  next 3d model into a VRchat avatar (like i usually do) but this time hopefully itll be my "main" model so i can feel less embarrassed logging in to hang out with friends. maybe You and Me can play vrchat some day. i am really shy online though so we’ll see. anyways its going to be  a really cute dragon thing and i'm going to make it wear my clothes. i like to collect vintage clothing from thrift stores and i have an outfit in mind. He's actually just one of my regular characters that i turned into a cute dragon, but i'm forcing him to represent me for now.

umm what else has been going on with me ... i played a lot of "fantasy life i" recently. and deltarune. i watched a lot of deltarune theory videos on youtube. i watched a whole documentary the other day and i have memory problems so i only realized at the end that i had already seen it before. I recently customized my web browser and im using “zen” now its kind of cool. Just now, I wrote a lot about these two metallica concerts i went to a few months ago (after much preparation) but I decided to delete all the stories from it in favor of just mentioning that i went.

anyways. it probably goes without saying, but i am not a social media person, and i cannot make as much stuff anymore, so all the stuff i make now is either for myself or is for one of the various projects im working on.

i will now talk about one of the various projects im working on. this one isn't a personal project though because im making it with my friends, many of whom made up some very large slices in that 1.3 pie chart:

FriendOS

So. Of course i am still a game developer. i really love working on games, and i dont think that will ever leave me. 3d modelling and animation, making assets, and character design are among the many things i do and want to continue doing. i suppose you could just consider me the "lead 3d artist" for this project.

my main project is now "FriendOS", a really advanced furry character creator with 3d platforming and bullethell battles.

I mean, a 3d platformer with bullethell battles and a really advanced furry character creator.

our game has a lot of cool stuff in it. For instance, we put a lot of work into the really advanced furry character creator, ensuring that you can mix 'n' match whatever pieces you'd like. And this time it's fun

I will give you a rundown as quickly as possible before you lose interest.

in friendOS, you play as a "Friend". Friends are a species of "digital avatar" that navigate a world made to represent an operating system.

Friends are wild, technically indestructible, and poorly mannered creatures. We are still researching their natural behaviors, but we do know that a friend has never been reported dead for long. They cause problems, yet they are the problem solvers, tasked with exploring the deepest parts of a computer to cleanse it of its rotten, virus-infected core.

Within FriendOS, the computer is accessed via "Bliss", an interactive 3d interface known for its heavenly lands full of rainbows, flowers, and files. It is a safe pasture for which the friends shall graze. The residents of this utopian town are very curious themselves. I heard one of them claims to have been a racecar driver, but I think he's lying.

Astron is our beloved god dog. He takes out the trash and tells the truth

Who is this  and why is he doing that

This world is very real to the residents of "Bliss". There's a lot of unique struggles that come with knowing you are living inside of a computer and being okay with that.

So, you are running around inside of an old computer. It's a land full of mysteries, collectables, gay people, very customizable little friends, and minigames. Minigames including fishing.

Yes Everyone in this game is gay and no one is going to get mad at me for saying that. In what way they are gay is for you to discover or decide for yourself.

I would go into more detail, but we still have a lot to work on, so it will probably change a lot. However I encourage you all to roleplay in a lobby some day. It's really fun

if you're actually reading this entire thing and send me a suggestion with some type of item you think friends would look beautiful wearing, i can't say it won't influence me. which, thanks for reading all of this by the way, it's very nice of you. the way i have designed this 3d artstyle is so that assets can be created as efficiently as possible, considering our team is very, very small. its all round and flat so they can be made quickly.

it's so nice to work on a team where we really get each other. now that i think about it, we've been making games together for like four years. we are all very confident developers which makes us very efficient at making things. everything we do is highly collaborative and we're always listening to each other.

i have been working on friendOS for like 8-10 months and we haven't fought over anything this entire time. its so beautiful. im sure that we will continue to only ever agree with each other, our team will remain motivated, and nothing bad will ever happen.

If you are interested in following the development of friendOS, I encourage you to join the official friendOS discord server. We have a long ways to go, but it’s read only, so you can comfortably ignore it at the bottom of your server list for as long as you want!

Closing

there is a good chance i will not be very involved in toontown after all of this. Clash was a little traumatizing for me and my friends. at various points in the timeline, things happened that i cannot talk about. i was treated poorly, my friends were treated poorly, and i'm sure no one did it on purpose, but it still happened. things happened that made me cry on behalf of others, which i haven't told many people.

but you know... there isn't much more that i want to make for toontown anyways. i feel like 1.3 was already my "dream update." i'm uninterested in working on any toontown private server in the future because i already know exactly what i would be doing, and i have done enough of it. I appreciate the freedom i have in creating whatever i'd like. for both myself and friendOS, i can make whatever designs and items and characters i want, and that's really cool.

clash has taught me so much, and it has even made me grow better as a person, but i feel like i need to move on as an artist. i'm thankful for what i have learned there and I apply it every day.

i hope that doesn't make anyone sad, because it doesn't really make me sad. I think it’s an exciting thing. i will probably always be around in some way, and clash will continue on in whatever way it chooses for itself.

I have been into toontown since around 2007. as of 2025, i think thats like 18 years of my life. Jeez ... so i have watched this game go through "cycles" a few times now. the first time was when TTO closed. then TTR opened in like 2014. then everyone felt like it was dead again, and clash opened in like 2017, then they released 1.1, and 1.2, and somewhere in there, TTR released field offices. and now we're working on friendOS, which is not toontown, but saying we are taking zero influences from our previous work would be an obvious lie. ....honestly in some ways, it is too similar for comfort....

and now, with all this stuff going on, and all these things being said, people seem to be low in spirits again. so i will give you some words of encouragement as a guy who has played this game for far too long:

you have a lot to look forward to. i mean, you certainly have more to look forward to regarding this game than i did in 2015. clash has gotten through many "difficult" circumstances and it will probably have more. there were points during 1.3 where i didn't know if it would even come out. but they are still here working on stuff. and of course, there are other private servers too. i am sure EVH will put out something really cool. some of my friends worked on "grindworks" but i have not played it for myself. TTR is still working on their next thing i'm sure. the game will probably always exist in some way. toontown has a much bigger fanbase than many of the things i'm into, which is really kind of crazy!

yes, as that one blogpost article pointed out, many of us 1.3 devs are gone. clash still has a team full of new, passionate people working on future content and im sure they will continue to create cool stuff. i hope you will support whatever they put out just as passionately.

in all truth, i care about you all much more than clash. mostly the gay players, and the furries, and all the artists, and the few of you who draw sexy duck shuffler on twitter. but of course, i am biased towards my own kind. i too am just some gay artist on the internet. you are the people important here, who are keeping the game alive. so remember that your passion is what fuels your game (all of toontown) to continue. i have never, not for a moment, taken any of you for granted. i am just some guy so anyone interacting with stuff i work on is amazing to me. i hope im able to buy a keychain from you some day. i don't even know if its possible for me to see all the fanart of the characters i designed but i still love and appreciate it all. ive seen quite a bit though. including some i saw on accident that i dont think you wanted me to see. Sorry

and the creative team. i am by no means perfect and i make my share of mistakes as we all do, but i always did as much as i could. you guys are the best and your contributions matter. every asset you create will forever be a gift to clash from you.

There are many people i could list out individually to thank, but i wouldn’t want to miss anyone. Because of my spontaneous health problems, I never got to give a formal goodbye to the clash crew so i couldn’t say thanks to anyone myself. I suppose none of them really know how i feel about any of this in general…. So if you worked with me on clash, i think very highly of you to this day.

for now i will leave you with this.

i love you very much.

thank you for playing our game.

thank you so much for loving the characters i put so much of myself into. it has not gone unnoticed from me.

please continue to be kind to the volunteers who work on clash.

please thank the moderators who moderate corporate clash. They see *everything*.

please be kind to yourself, be respectful to each other, and forgive yourself, and just for me, remember the poor Parrots who are going extinct due to the destruction of their habitats and homes (They are my favorite animal) and adopt don't shop. thank you.

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every right

a short little thing.. my first joe burrow fic, be nice 🥺

i could’ve kept going, but i always have a problem making things too long & then give up on it.. but pleasseeee send feedback if you enjoyed or if you hate it 🧡

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you looked down at your phone on the table and saw a newsletter pop up from some random gossip website.

another story of joe and olivia, what’s new.

you cleared the notification and turned your phone around. your best friend, Gabby, had saw your mood turn sour and immediately ordered a round of shots before the waiter disappeared.

“no no, you guys really don’t have to. it’s supposed to be a calm dinner” you tried to laugh off how fast your friends knew you.

“oh hush. we know you been going through it with the whole thing between you and joe. we’re here for you.” your other friend Lindsay said grabbing the shots from the waiter. you guys thank the guy and cheers across the table.

“god that felt good, can we do another?” Gabby laughed at your response to alcohol and ordered another round.

it was an easy Friday night, why not let loose a bit? you had every right to do so as a single woman.

another round turned into another round and then another. next thing you know, you’re at a cowboy themed bar down the street from where you guys were having dinner.

Gabby, being your wingwoman every time you guys went out, had already had a line of men waiting to meet you. you had liquid courage, so you allowed it.

you scurried off to the bathroom to just take a breather from everything outside. you pull out your phone to check the time and see joe had texted you about an hour ago.

you debated on just deleting it and not read it, but curiosity got the best of you.

jb: hey, i’m in ny for the weekend, what’re you up to?

you actually felt disgusted reading that text. he had some nerve texting you knowing damn well the paparazzi caught his ass on the streets at 3am with Olivia last night.

you: what, barbie’s not doing it for you anymore?

you: kindly, fuck off.

you felt satisfied with the text and put your phone away. you reapplied some lipgloss and realized, you’re looking realllly hot tonight. you took a few mirror pics and posted to your close friends before you grabbed the handle about to leave the bathroom.

you felt your phone ring again in your back pocket.

jb9: it’s not like that, i miss you.

you put your phone away, needing to find Gabby & Lindsay for more shots or anything at this point. you find them at the front of the bar with the same group of guys you left them with.

“guys sos” the girls locked in real fast. you open your phone to the messages and let them read really quick. their jaws dropped. “like what else does going to her apartment at 3am look like, TO ANY HUMAN BEING?!”

they’re both shaking their heads. the guys that were around you guys looked at you like you were crazy. “i swear im not this crazy” you laughed as you felt the alcohol still running through you. “anything we can do?” you nod. “get me drunk and get me home”

you decided to get one last word in before turning your phone off for the night.

you: i don’t care.

~

you feel someone shaking you and you peel your eyes open a bit to see who it is. you see Gabby and Lindsay next to you in the backseat of someone’s truck.

“honey we’re home, cmon.” you being very drunk pouted. “i don’t want to walkk” you whine quietly.

“i can carry her inside, you have her keys?” you heard a voice in the front say. while they’re working it out, you close your eyes again.

“okay cmon princess” you feel arms tuck in under your knees and an arm behind your back. you wrap your arms around whoever it is that’s carrying you, feeling like a kid again. you’re sure whoever it is, Gabby and Lindsay will tell you in the morning.

your ride is cut short when the man stops walking. “joe, you can’t be here right now” you hear Gabby’s voice in the distance. “who the fuck is that” you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes nor give a shit.

“none of your business, now go” Lindsay says pointing away from your house. “yo, let go of my girl” this time you feel a tug at your arm.

“are you stupid? after hearing what you’ve done to her, I highly doubt she’s your girl” you feel the guy chuckle and you already know joes shrinking into himself. at this point you’re sobering up in this guys arms just standing outside.

“a real man doesn’t treat a lady the way you’ve been burrow. and i’ve been a fan, but seeing this side?” he let out a sarcastic laugh and walked around joe to bring you inside.

joe watched as gabby, lindsay, you, and this random guy walked into your house. he watched as you clinged onto this guys neck. his blood boiled seeing another man even being near you, let alone in his arms

joe walked back to his car which was conveniently parked behind the guys truck. he wanted to wait til he knew the guy was leaving. he watched behind tinted windows and saw the guy leave and Gabby close the door behind him.

there was no way he’d get a chance to at least talk to you in the morning if your friends were staying the night. joe at least had a little peace of mind knowing the guy wasn’t staying.

~

you woke up and saw Gabby & Lindsay still passed out next to you in bed. you were in desperate need of water and any pill for your headache. you peeled the covers off slowly and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the other two.

you went to the kitchen and felt the natural light burning through your soul. as you poured yourself a glass of water, you heard a soft knock on the door.

you looked over at the clock on the stovetop and saw it was only 8 am. who the hell is at your door on a sunday at 8am.

you walk over and make sure your robe is closed fully before opening the door.

you should’ve looked through the peephole first if you knew there’d be those bright blue eyes piercing at you on the other side.

“you’re awake” joe said shocked that you answered the door. “unfortunately. and i’d like to go back to bed, what do you want?” you say, very spitefully.

joe cleared his throat, he knew he’d get that sort of reaction. especially with it being so early in the morning. “i just thought i’d try to stop by before my flight leaves..” he said scratching the back of his neck.

“..for what? i told you last night to fuck off. and then you’re at my house waiting for me in the middle of the night?” you felt your head pounding at this point.

“but-“ you were quick to interrupt him. “no buts. i’m done, whatever this was; i’m done. as a matter of fact, wait here.” you slammed the door and went to your room.

you grabbed whatever bag was closest and shoved his clothes you’ve taken over the past year into it. you grabbed the necklace he had given you for your birthday and threw it in the bag. you saw his LSU rubber bracelet sitting on top of your dresser.

*flashback* - a year ago

your date had stood you up & he just finished dinner with his friends. you were standing up to leave and joe had stopped you, with a corny pick up line.

you guys somehow ended up back at your house. you guys sat on your couch laughing about god knows what.

“you’re telling me america’s pretty boy, has a curfew?” you smirk at him. “no, but i’m a very disciplined man. who has practice in… about 5 hours” he looked at his phone for the time.

“listen, take this” you saw him pulling a bracelet off his stack on his wrist. he takes your hand and slides the bracelet on you with ease. you look and see it’s his LSU bracelet. “may i ask why?” you say putting your hand out and inspecting it like he just proposed or something.

“gives me a reason to always come back” he smiled at you. “see, now that was actually a smooth move” you laughed at him.

*end of flashback*

you shake your head as if to remove the memory. you hear the bed behind you and see Gabby waking up. “what’re you doing?” she asked confused.

“joes outside. i’m giving his shit back.” Gabby took a long blink. “excuse me?” she was about to get up and attempt to drag him off your property.

“i’m fine honey. i’m just so over it. i’ll be right back.” you storm back out towards the front door and swing it open.

“here. this is all your shit.” you toss the bag to him and he catches it with ease. “and take this too. maybe barbie can have it, and you won’t have to come here anymore.” you fling the bracelet towards his chest.

you go to close the door but joe being way stronger than you, stops it. “you have no right to do all this” he sounded frustrated now.

“for fucks sake. you strung me along for an entire YEAR joe. and every few months there’s somehow a new headline of you with olivia. and then i get a text or call because you just ‘so happen’ to be in new york. i’m a single woman who’s been holding out for a dream that was never going to come true.. and to be perfectly clear, if you’re fucking me raw, i have every right to know your business.”

joe didn’t stop the door from slamming into his face. you on the other side were fighting tears. joe stared at the bracelet you just flung to his chest. he remembers the night you guys met, like it was yesterday.

joe swallowed his pride and looked at his watch, realizing he’s going to be late for his flight.

you hear his car roar back to life and feel the knife in your heart twist. he really just left, no fight.

Gabby walked down the stairs slowly, not knowing fully what happened. “you okay hun?” and for the first time you tell the truth and shake your head no.

[thousandyearphantombunker]

gifted kids absolutely have trauma and being put on a pedestal all the time absolutely traumatizes the fuck out of kids. That pressure and expectation and need to succeed lest you feel worthless will fuck a person up badly-It's like being the golden child in an abuse situation- it's horrible but if your the scapegoat or a Sped kid it sort of sounds like a humble brag + they didn't go through the shit Sped kids did. I feel bad for people who were late diagnosed/burnt out- they were neglected and abused but as an early diagnosed kid they didn't face stigma* and usually didn't have severe symptoms or impairments. They might have had it hard- heck im gonna say it almost every late diagnosed ADHD/autistic kid or burnt out gifted kid I've met have usually been abused. I hate this new attitude of hating on gifted kids- I get being angry especially considering that whole gifted kid programs are no longer a thing Sped classrooms that are used more like garbage cans for bullies and teachers violating the rights of disabled children and yeah it sucks but gifted autistic kids are a part of this community. They definitely shouldn't be the main the voice but they absolutely have actual trauma and deserve to vent. They have an important voice in this community. That being said there are limits to what I'll listen to regardless of if your being gifted or a Sped kid or early or late diagnosed.

And that limit is being ableist toward lower functioning/visibly autistic people in the way of 'well if you need help to do x or an accomodation then maybe you shouldn't be here cause your not good enough' or whatever I hear this a weird amount when I get angry at someone who is (usually but not always) a late diagnosed person when they shit on people who need help to get by and see them as basically being defective is "they have internalized Ableism"

the excuse of 'they have internalized Ableism' for people like Sia irks me. Yeah some late diagnosed people really struggle with accomodations- believing they don't need them and that they are stealing resources from 'real disabled people' and that's internalized Ableism but very often I'll see someone who didn't get diagnosed with autism for a very long time look at people like my uncle (he's got level 3 autism and other issues) with disgust or give me shit for having accomodations or get irrationally angry at someone for needing help at a self check out or for stimming- these people are rarely embarrassed by us- they often aren't projecting their own shame onto us/they often aren't jealous of us for the help we get and even if they are it doesn't matter if they are acting like assholes to people who are visibly autistic/might have more sevre autism- And it's not just late diagnosed people who act like this but it's way more common in people who aren't diagnosed or where late diagnosed because they (usually again some late diagnosed have other disabilities) didn't deal with that particular brand of stigma that comes from having legal accomodations and a diagnosis- which I will again emphasize is often traumatic- so they feel okay shitting on us. But there is no excuse even if they do have trauma.

*they might have heard bad things about disabled kids but OMG it was never directed at them and they didn't know they were in the category they hated- it's like seeing a person hold racist beliefs about black people while being unaware they are part of that same group- there's white people who genuinely didn't know they were actually part black (like 80% sub saharan african or smth) and that's not internalized racism that's just being an asshole- idk if I articulated that well... But idk maybe someone else could explain my point on this one Better than me

But yeah as a kid who was in and out of Sped and speech therapy classes and shitty OT and a lot of unneeded extra classes for reading and as someone who dealt with the weird ass standards that no neurotypical kid was held to (the kids without a diagnosis in my head -where allowed to throw temper tantrums, be picky about certain foods and clothes and cry and get answers wrong on a math test without it being the end of the world and being forced into extra therapy because it's not a symptom of a disability and in my head they didn't get called manipulative for crying involuntarily/were told they wouldn't make out in the real world because they are too sensitive and think crying will get them what they want- I felt like they never dealt with the whole talking about every single behavior good bad or neutral they ever displayed and how it's a symptom of their disability which was and thing) I do sometimes feel jealous even though I know it's totally irrational and that undiagnosed kids while they usually didn't deal with the stigma of needing help/having a disorder that was heavily stigmatized because they didn't have a diagnosis that everyone knew about and was loudly discussed in front of them in an insulting cruel way- often have massive amounts of trauma I'm happy I didn't endure. They didn't get help. They got fucked in a different way and sometimes in the same way just with less answers. So yeah let's not dunk on former gifted kids? Like I get the anger it does feel like a humble brag a lot of the time but saying that their trauma isn't valid is dumb.

People with diagnoses are still expected to mask and aren't allowed to be weird- I'm sorry Jennifer but while you might believe that your parents would be nicer if you had a diagnosis and that they would comfort you when you had meltdowns/they wouldn't force you to wear painful clothes I'm pretty sure if they knew it was a symptom of your disability they'd still do it and just excuse it as solving a problem child behavior/correcting a symptom and they won't be kid with how they describe your issues real or perceived- often times you'll still be called a brat or stupid but in a pathologized way- through your disorder. Maybe you'll be given words that will help you figure out what your issues are and you'll know the reasons why you struggle- maybe not.

People without a diagnosis don't get the help they need and have their behavior chalked up to yet again being a brat/stupid. They get burnt out too and don't have the words or tools to deal with it- which will hurt a lot. They will still be put in sped and they will still face a lot of pain.

We all have unfair expectations the problem is that people only really seem to care about the issues of the gifted and it feels so horrible because it's like our issue is that we just aren't good enough whereas they had something going for them

sped kids were given worse shit over all so when gifted kids also dealt with trauma that fucked them up talk it sounds like the golden child talking about how mom's love was conditional and all the scapegoats and the neglected can think is 'atleast she showed you love if you tried'

insane to me when former gifted kids hear other people (mainly disabled people and dropouts) talk about being horribly traumatized & irreversibly harmed by the school system and their response 9/10 times is “oh yeah??? you think that’s bad??? well my teacher said I had potential and everyone said I was going places and then I didn’t” like we’re supposed to be absolutely devastated for them because of this. lmfao

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 7/1/2025

new bedtime development, in which mackie hops up first and then guards the area directly in front of the ramp up to the bed, forcing phil to skitter under the bed and hop up on the other side. disservice cat. we will never get to peace and love on planet niceys at this rate

listening

very fun dance/house (?) track, brought to me by some sponcon playlist from a festival ive never heard of. the delivery of “now it’s eleven…FIFTYnine!!!” has been SUCH an earworm for me and now i must inflict it upon you all.

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reading

i would like to get my bookcases to a non-double-stacked state and we are so close. the only one im keeping is the top left, and four of the ones leaving i picked up in a 10/$1 sale last week. easy come, easy go.

High Noon on Proxima B, a space cowboy short story anthology edited by David Boop. the saving grace of this anthology is the last story, “West. World.” by Walter Jon Williams. film director in the mid-future of a century or so in the future wants to bring back the Western as a genre and rediscovers all the extremely annoying parts of making a Western. written by someone who has a real love for B-movies, which is not something i can say about the rest of the anthology.

Pop. 1280 by Jim Thompson. i love a noir-y southern gothic look at a seedy underbelly as much as the next person but i do not like a book that starts out with marital rape. DNF

Corsair by Chris Bunch. “Olive-skinned” slavers maraud up and down the coast but they are ACTUALLY secretly aliens in disguise 🫩 DNF

Wolf’s Head, Wolf’s Heart by Jane Lindskold. cool fantasy look at feral children and wolf pack dynamics as understood by the nineties. a sequel that doesn’t seem like it was super necessary to read the first one, it frontloads far too many new people and far too much political intrigue in the first thirty pages. DNF

Glass Houses by Rachel Caine. i put aside my dislike of a college story bc i wanted to see a Texan take on vampires, but the protagonist is actually sixteen. i can no longer relate to teens. DNF

Ambush at Junction Rock by Robert MacLeod. takes place in Navajo Nation and goes about as well as you might expect. DNF

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watching

discontinued True Blood due to a cat death in s1 so upsetting it kept popping back into my head for a full day. there are other shows!

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playing

ive been doing my genshin dailies and that’s about it. forgot how pretty legally-not-china is!

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making

stocked up on sheets at the fucked up little christian thrift store’s summer blowout sale and prepped them for sewing by ripping all the dead elastic out and trimming the serged corners out. the floral ones (two twin fitted, one flat, two pillowcases, 50/50 cotton/poly) are going to be a milkmaid-style dress for ren faire in the fall, and the stripey one (twin fitted 50/50 cotton/poly) the light gray one (twin fitted, 60/40 cotton/poly) and the cream stripes (king flat!!! unknown fiber type but probably also 50/50 cotton/poly) will be sacrificial for prototyping and muslins.

cross stitch update: i have to pick out the three stitches of green i’ve done thus far bc i managed to horribly snarl it. however, i have been very good about weaving in my ends and tidying up. a much nicer back than the other one i did this year for my brother

[nefermaet]

I'm sorry im very confused. I know the basics but it seems like so much has blown up recently. Did you call ICE on somebody or just say you had to bait them into showing their asses. What is the point of this, other than to rightfully exile blud from the industry but aside from that??

I never said that I would call ICE. I never even implied I would call ICE in the original post. The furry community took a single screenshot of an inside joke out of proportion, and activated my trap card. For a bunch of people with carnivore fursonas, many of them will act like lambs to the slaughter when one of "their own" is challenged.

My thing is, I also control the company I keep. There's a narrative where all of a sudden a Black creator is "having a mental breakdown" live on bsky and people are watching as if I'm in a human zoo. It was trap for me to figure out as a showrunner and series head, who was fam and who needed to take themselves out before I opened up applications for Kerberos.

If you actually read the screenshots, AND know the context, you'd know it's written in code:

I've been dealing with cyberstalking and character theft since around 2023 from DogBlud and The Werewolf Gestapo. There's a small group of werewolf artist adjacent to the furry community who goon and coom over the ideologies of Werewolf: The Apocalypse series, which is well documented for being extremely right-leaning, racist, and fascist.

These are (predominantly) older white queers (40+ mostly) who hated me and hated Strawberry Moon for being "woke" werewolf media, and are canceling me in a very small sector of online spaces. This is after I had already outed DogBlud for being a sexual predator, racist, ableist, etc. She's literally their Donald Trump, making "connections" and preying on other artist with bribes and promises of "community," when it's just a small clique of white loosers and their enablers (some of which are POC and fully understand the gravity of what's going on).

I was abused by Dog and it's thoroughly documented on my end, but even with all my evidence, they tried to bury me, "starve it of oxygen," as she so eloquently put it. They would rather prop up fucking Femcel Trump, then have a Black person anywhere near that community unless they stay in line including FROSTY YOU FUCKING CANDICE OWENS UNCLE RUCKUS ZIPPIDY DOO DAH ASS BITCH.

All I wanted to do was tell a story about a Black trans woman coping with depression, and they de transed her and made her a slave to a white character. Since I wouldn't "fall in line" they made Appendix steal my design. It's well documented that she's done this before in other online spaces, dating back to the early days of GW2 and Pokemon Gijinka forums.

I'd already invited an undercover Feminazi into my personal space once because of how much they've been covering for her lies. I'm not making that same mistake again.

I grew up Black Baptist in the Southeast, I've weathered worse storms then some internet drama I can walk away from (literally) at any time. Meanwhile they gonna stay mad and scared forever. I can't undo the actual curse I placed, so that's up to Papa Ra now.

[leenamgyu]

This is our spot

Pairing: namgyu x fem reader

Au that Squid game never existed

Warnings: fluff,slight cursing (literally like 1 swear) ,use of y/n

SUMMARY: you met namgyu at your favourite place where no one else ever was.

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you had a horrible day. Coffee spilt, yelled at, fell, even cried!

finally after you finished your shift at the coffee shop you needed to go to your favourite place. No one was ever there it was empty almost seemed abandoned but it was a quiet cozy spot you loved it.

you had your bag which you packed with books you loved reading and there was a little couch swing hanging in the tree which you loved sitting on to read. after about 10 minutes of walking you got there but *BAM* *CRASH* you crashed into a guy a bit taller than you with longer black hair

“Oh my gosh! I’m so so sorry I wasn’t looking and-“ you were rambling until you got cut off

“Don’t worry about it, you comfortable?” the man let out a chuckle

you just realized you were lying on top of him!

“Omg im so embarrassed im sorry” you blush as you get up

“Don’t worry cutie.” He says as he stands up

You chuckle

“What’s your nam- wait huh?”

You didn’t realize he already left

*fuck. he was kinda fine* you think

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The next day you were at work it’s going better than yesterday you couldn’t get that guy out of your mind.

Then. he walked in

*omg omg omg* you think

“Oh hey cutie, you work here?” the guy winks

“Oh! Hii yeah I do” you reply

“I never caught your name what is it?” You asked

“Namgyu. yours?”

“Y/n!”

“Pretty name.”

“Thanks!” You blush

“What would you like?”

“Your number.” he answers

“huh?”

“didn’t hear me?”

“no no I did! Of course you can have my number”

“thanks cutie, now actually can i get a black coffee”

“yeah of course that will be right out! Your ticket number is 124”

“Alright”

*ORDER 124*

“here you go!”

“thanks see ya later”

the rest of the day went by pretty fast and before you knew it it was time to clock out, you haven’t checked your phone all day so you go to do that and you have a message from namgyu?

“Oh my gosh he texted me”

NAMGYU

hey, I know your working but you wanna hang tonight? Text me when you get this.”

YOU

hi! i just finished my shift id love to hang out! pick me up in a hour i live at *******

NAMGYU

You got it. See you soon y/n.

you quickly rushed home and got ready

after you got home you put on a short black shirt and a hoodie, you figured something nice but casual he never said it was a date and you didn’t wanna show up fancy like a freak!

it’s been about a hour now and he texted you

NAMGYU

hey cutie I’m outside come out when your ready.

YOU

okay im coming!

you get your sneakers on and walk outside your apartment door.

you see him waiting outside his car he’s wearing sweats a white t shirt and a zip up hoodie

*perfect* you think *I didn’t overdress to much.*

“Hey!” You smile at namgyu

“hey you look pretty maybe i should start calling you pretty, pretty.”

You blush “haha thank you”

“of course now get in” he opens the door for you

you smile

He walks around the car and gets in after closing your door

The drive is silent till he starts asking questions and you ask back and you guys start to really connect

once you arrive to McDonald’s. As namgyu chose

“really McDonald’s?” You ask

“hell yeah”

you snicker

After dinner he says he has a surprise.

once you arrive he covers your eyes and walks behind you

“Almost there pretty”

you blush again at the nicknames he’s given you

“And open!” He uncovers your eyes

“Oh my gosh!”

it’s your spot. he decorated it with flowers and a present box.

“aww you did this for me? On our first hangout?”

“Yes. I knew from when I met you again at the coffee shop that you were special and when you bumped into me and fell here the other day I got nervous so I left and when I seen you again I knew I had to take you out.”

“Aww that’s so sweet!”

He chuckles

“I’m sorry if it’s to much I’m not trying to scare you.”

“don’t worry i love it.”

you go to the swing and open the gift box it’s a bracelet

“Aww namgyu! I love it it means a lot usually guys don’t try this hard nice to know someone is.”

“no problem”

He sits next to you

You guys talk for about a hour or two before it starts to rain

“Oh no it’s raining!” You whine

“It’s okay don’t let it ruin our fun”

“No of course not! I’m just cold”

“Here take my hoodie”

“No I already have mine I promise I’ll be fine”

“Just take it.”

“okay thank you namgyu.”

“mhm”

after a bit of silence and you putting your head on his shoulder he stands up.

“Where are you going?” You ask

“nowhere”

He puts his hand out for you to grab

You take it

He guides you into the pouring rain and puts his hands on your waist you put yours on his neck

You guys stand there he’s waving you guys slowly back and fourth

“namgyu im glad i bumped into you, this has been a amazing night”

“I’m glad to pretty”

He puts his hand on your chin to look up at him more

“I know we just met like I said earlier your special and I hope we will become more and closer.” He says with care

“Me to.”

he then leans in and gives you a soft gentle kiss

you lean in to

as you both pull back you look at eachother smiling

“This is our spot.” he smiles

you smile back

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first fic! I hope you enjoyed I’m sorry if it didn’t really make sense or like the story line dropped and went by to fast! tips and requests are appreciated!

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece Shanks x Reader: What I Want

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It always seemed that I was sorry for the things that I did

But never did a thing about it till I let you in

Shanks was known to be a drifter, one with many a notches on his belt. He could never stay down in one place for too long. He'd slept with many, and yet there was something about you that piqued his interest

Something that made him not want to let you go. You weren't just another pretty face to him. You were something he wanted to explore.

The problem was he was a pirate. You were an inhabitant of the island. It wasn't meant to be, was it? He didn't know because he hadn't bothered asking yet.

You didn't want to let him go either.

It's kinda funny: by the time that I was falling apart

You came and put me back together, now...

You sought advice from his first mate, Beckman. The tall man chuckled softly at your inquiry, knowing the red-headed man had the same problem.

"Sweetheart, i wouldn't worry too much about Shanks. He loves you just as much as you do." He reassured you.

"Well, he's been avoiding me. Can you let him know I'd like to have dinner with him tonight before i leave?"

"Leave? What do you mean you're leaving?" Benn asked, raising an eyebrow.

You sighed heavily. "My father is insistent that i go back home and marry the person of his choosing if i can not find one here. I hoped to be able to run away with the captain, but im in fear that it was not mutual. So i must return home." You explained.

"I see. I'll be sure to tell him that. He'll make it tonight. I'll make sure of it." He rested a hand on your shoulder in reassurance.

You hug him. "Thanks, Benn. You've been like a big brother to me. It helped." You felt him tense before giving a small hug back and then releasing you.

When you had left the area, Benn simply lit another cigarette and called the man out. "She's gone Shanks, you can stop hiding."

Shanks made a noise of surprise. "I wasn't hiding..." he tried to convince no one. His heart was hurting from what he found out.

I still remember all the stupid things that I've said and done

But still, you stuck around with me when all your friends said, "Run!"

Givin' me a name; I found myself inside all the flames

Becoming everything for you again is...

Just when you thought he wasn't going to show, you caught the glimpse of crimson. It was him. He carried...flowers?

"Hey... I know im not exactly the most romantic person... but i dont want you to go." He said, pulling you close so you didn't catch his red face.

You chuckled softly. "So what do you want, Shanks? I can't wait forever for someone."

"What i want? I want you. To run away with me aboard the ship. To share an adventure of a lifetime. To need you close to me. To not lose you to someone else." He confessed quietly

"I want that too." You admitted.

"Then times a-wasting! I had Lucky cook something special aboard the ship! (Y/n) Will you join me on my adventure known as life?" He held his hand out. His goofy smile wide with happiness.

"I will! I need to grab my bag, " you said, going inside to grab your bag and to leave the note for your father that just simply read,"i decide this time."

Don't tell me you saw it all along

God help me, I never knew it alone

Guess I was wrong

What I want

And what I need

Has now become the same thing

You've been offering

As days go by

I've finally become what you want me to be

[arcade-confetti]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[goozeghost]

art block a bitch so here's a shiddy traditional doodle of a certain construct while i try to remember how to draw 😔💔😓

got some new lining pens tho so art block fears me. 🤞

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 169

this is it, the dynamic