#// i know i haven't posted memes in a while. school is still busy

[selfinsertmadness]

i have a really cool prompt

hope you like my idea,

could you perhaps write a story about the current logan situation with loganxy/n ??

i love your blog soooo muchhhh

Logie and the Australian car incident

pairing: AstonMartin!y/n x Logan Sargeant (can be read platonically or romantically)

author's note: I haven't written any fanfic stuff in literal years (middle school me is quacking) but I tried my best with that one. Looking forward to any suggestions or critiques you may have :) (insert obligatory English is not my native language here) (please send promts!!!!)

The day starts off as any other day on a busy race weekend would and you are busy running around the Aston Martin garage making sure everything is in order before you return to your place at the back of the garage. You let your gaze sweep over the garage one last time before getting out your work phone and texting your boss, Lawrence, that everything is in order. The cars seem good, the mechanics had no complaints and Lance and Fernando were reasonably happy with everything. A satisfied smile washes over your face, your job was busy but reasonably easy, as the team caretaker your sole mission was to make sure the team was happy, the drivers taken care of, and the PR supervisors were not losing their minds running after their drivers while also texting Lawrence even the most minute details about his son and the other driver.

It seems quite redundant to you, but Lawrence Stroll pays well and who are you to turn down a job as a glorified team nanny.

You take a seat at the back and watch the first practice session absentmindedly, letting your gaze wander down to your phone occasionally, and scrolling through Twitter, scoffing at all the hate towards the current grid. It never ceases to amaze you how people can be so hateful, but then again, some people are just unhappy about their own lives. Looking up at the screen you watch a Williams car hit the wall on the right before sliding across the track and grinding its way to a stop on the left barrier. You gasp as you jump up, the rest of the garage wincing in sympathy as the car finally stops. You quickly turn to a mechanic nearby. “Who was that?”, you ask a little panicked as you watch the red flag fly and a driver in a Williams race suit climb out of the cockpit. “Albon, I think”, the mechanic replies helpfully as you try and suppress a relieved sigh. You still feel sorry for Alex but simultaneously thanking your lucky stars that Logan was not the one in an accident this time.

When Logan first got signed by Williams you both were ecstatic, you had met years ago when your parents had taken you on a vacation to Florida where you met Logan and you’ve kept in touch ever since. You had already been working for Aston Martin when Logan started in F1 and the fact that you could spend a lot more time together now served as further motivation to both of you to give it your best. You quickly shoot him a text, knowing he won’t be responding until later, before sending your boss a quick update and making sure the crash had not affected your team.

You honestly had forgotten you texted Logan in the first place as you watch the cars head out for the second practice session, Alex staying back in the pits, watching his teammate drive. You smile as you send Logan some memes you had found on twitter, knowing he would have a laugh once he got back to his room after the strenuous practice sessions of the day. Aston Martin, for once, had no major issues you had attend to and you could lean back and relax, as much as one in a Formula 1 garage can relax, in your seat while harassing the Aston Martin Instagram Admin with Memes you think they should be posting asap.

As the second practice session ends you help the team pack up and prepare for the next day as the drivers attend to their media duties and you stretch in relief as the first day of the Australian Grand Prix comes to an end.  After having everything sorted you get out your work phone and sign off for the day before taking out your personal phone and responding to some texts before checking your chat with Logan, seeing that he had read your messages but not responded. ‘You ok?’, you send him before shrugging off any worry you might have. Surely, he was just busy, after all, he was the only Williams driver that would be starting on Sunday. You really wouldn’t want to be in his shoes, the weight of the entire team and all the fans’ expectations resting on your shoulders. You might have a lot of responsibility but at least you were free of the expectations fans place on the drivers, mechanics and team principals.

You quickly slip into the shower of your private hotel room, a perk you were eternally grateful for, and put on some pajamas before order room service. You had earned it after all and looking after your figure was thankfully not a concern you had. ‘Ignoring your bestie? That’s not how I know you Loggie!’ you text Logan as you open the door for the food you had ordered and sit down before digging into the pepperoni pizza you had been craving for a week.

You startle as you hear a knock from your hotel room door. You shoot a quick glance at your phone, 11pm. You quietly approach the door and look through the peephole cautiously. Who would disturb you that late on a race weekend? Looking through the hole you see Logan at the door, his face unusually pale and his expression unnervingly neutral. Quickly you reach for the doorhandle, pulling the door open. “Logie? What got you a-knocking that late?”, you ask jokingly but the lighthearted smile on your face quickly fades as he stands on the swell of your door like a man lost, his eyes suspiciously watery. “Oh dear”, you mumble as you quickly pull him into your room and heard him towards your bed, letting him sit down before standing before him and looking at him with a stern expression. “What’s wrong?”, you ask, concern written all over your face.

He sighs, falling back onto the bed. “They’re taking my car.”, his voice sounds wobbly as he explains. “Who is taking your car?”, you ask, your voice confused.

“James. He said Alex has a higher chance of scoring and I get it, but I tried so hard, you know? They said they trusted me, and I was ready to proof how much I have improved and now I can’t drive at all. I didn’t crash the car! It’s not my fault! I didn’t do anything…”, he rambles, his voice flowing between sadness, anger and betrayal before ending in defeat. You look at him, he still has his upper body lying on your bed, his feet dangling off the side as he continues explaining what had happened. Quietly you sit down next to him on the bed and gently stroke through his hair as you let him talk out his frustrations. “y/n? What do I do now?”, Logan asks as he looks up at you, his eyes still wet but trying his hardest to not shed a tear.

“I will put the fear of God into that good-for-nothing son of a bitch.”, you explain very matter of factly. “I’m gonna walk down to the Williams hospitality and I’m gonna scream at your team principal!”, you declare with a huff as you get off of your bed and towards where you kicked off your shoes when you came back from the paddock earlier that night.

“Y/N, do NOT do that.”, Logan warns as he gets up and grabs your hand. “That is just going to make it worse.” “Okay but it’s also gonna make me feel a lot better ‘cause who does he think he is? Taking your car and giving it away. I’m gonna make him regret this entire week” you say angrily as you look up at him with determination and the wrath of someone who’s best friend was just wronged in your eyes.

“Please don’t”, Logan asks with sad eyes, gripping your hand even tighter. “Please just stay with me tonight, I feel sick. I just want to cry.”, he admits to you as you feel your resolve break. “But- “, you trail off as you watch him stand before you, his hand still tightly gripping yours. You sigh in defeat before squeezing his hand. “Right but only ‘cause you asked me to, if it was up to me…”, you stop, leaving the threat hang in the air of your hotel room as you head towards the small desk. “Pizza”, you declare as you shove the leftovers of your pizza into Logans hands. “My TV has Netflix, what do you want to watch?”, you ask as you throw yourself into the hotel room bed and turn on the flatscreen TV hanging opposite it.

Logan lets out a surprised laugh and sits down next to you, the pizza carton still tightly in his hands as he gets out a slice and lets you choose whatever show you find on the homepage. The evening continues in relative silence as Logan finishes the pizza and you sit in the bed, leaning onto each other. “I’m still sending him negative vibes, like spiritually”, you grumble as he giggles before slipping off to sleep for the night.

[can-i-find-my-place]

I've been in a really reflexive mood the last few weeks. Probably from all of the change that's been happening. I'm not sure how frequent these will be since I'm a *busy gorl*, but I'll post when I have a good thought to share. Again, I like to use this account for stupid memes and as a diary. I don't really care about anything else in regard to these posts. Sorry in advance that it's long. I just have a lot to say.

I'm a first year doctoral student. There were so many times in my life where I never thought I'd get to say that. I knew I wanted to "go all the way" with my degree since I was really little. I decided I would get my Master's degree when I was only 5...like...girlfriend we're still figuring out how to hold a pencil correctly and how to hold our tray in the cafeteria, but okay. I didn't even know what I wanted to be when I grew up (whatever that means). I just knew I would "love it and be really good at it" (I know one of those is true, but I'd like to believe both are true tbh). There were just so many times where I didn't think I'd be alive to experience this or I was too stupid. I want to say that first part again. I didn't think I would be alive to experience this...but I am. I think that's what has kept the imposter syndrome away this time. I haven't had the time to think "I'm not enough" because all I can think is "you made it". I so badly wish I could talk to sad, baby teenage Lauren and tell her, "you're going to be okay. You made it."

In one of my classes this week, we talked about the difference between stress and distress. Stress is good for you and is a part of your life on a biological level. We all experience it (differently, I might add). Distress is when a being fails to cope with stress, which can lead to some pretty bad things happening (depression, death, you know, the really fun stuff). I feel like this past year is the first time I have not been operating in distress mode. Obviously I didn't die (that would be a weird post) based on the previous paragraph, but I definitely have had my fair share of depression from a lot of things distressing me. Now, while I am happy, that's not to say I'm not experiencing stress (remember, I'm a doctoral student, of course I'm stressed).

In order to deal with all the stress from changes, I've been looking for the little victories. Little signs that show me I'm heading in a good direction. Today, I had a big one. To keep this already long story short, I had a very small financial inconvenience this morning. I have my bills set to automatically do their thing because my brain is a busy (and dark) place to be. Earlier this week, the bills did not do their thing and I had to do the thing for them in person at the bank instead. I hate "adulting" tasks like this because 90% of the time I don't think I know what I'm doing. HOWEVER, it went great. Next, I had to tackle finding my admin building on my campus to pick up my paper paycheck (idk I thought that was weird too). And I did it. I was even able to help another student in the process (I'm usually in one building on my new campus so you'd usually have better luck asking a rock for directions, but this was different and I was so excited to be able to help). I looked at my check, did some math, and realized "woah...I'm going to be okay". I meant it financially (I grew up not poor, but definitely not well off at all), but then I just repeated it over and over again until it really hit me and I cried. I'm not just going to be okay financially. I'm going to be okay overall. I'm going to school. I'm going to finish my degree. I'm going to get a job I love and that I'm really good at. And I'm going to be happy. I'm so glad I'm still here.

TLDR: I'm in a new city where I don't know any one, I live alone, I'm nervous, and I'm going to be okay.

(And I'm going to be Dr. Can-I-find-my-place one day) :)

[memesfromstuff]

with tumblr often glitching and unfollowing people on accident, reblog this if it is okay for (former) mutuals to message you if they notice you suddenly unfollowed them out of nowhere, asking if it was a mistake — granted if it wasn't, the person remains respectful of your decision and leaves it at that once they get an answer.

everyone can reblog this, but i figure this is especially good for those of us who use the (soft) blocking feature if we decide to unfollow someone instead of just unfollowing. this way, we can be alerted if tumblr has unfollowed a friend of ours without us noticing, as well as the other mutual not having to have anxiety about you suddenly hating them or worrying that you'll get upset for them asking if it was a mistake or not.

this, of course, does not mean that you are okay with people pushing to continue conversations with you if you say you unfollowed them. let's all be adults here.

[writingbeary]

Day Out

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It was a slow day at the dorm and ATEEZ has finally have a full weekend off for themselves. They just wrapped up their promotions with WAVE and Minyoung doesn’t have to shoot for her drama until the week after.

Most of the members were still sleeping in with the exemption of Hongjoong and Mingi who were probably at the studio, and Yeosang and Wooyoung who left an hour ago going who knows where. Minyoung thought of doing a random VLIVE but they just did that last night after their last stage to thank the fans for their support throughout the promotions.

“Waah. That looks delicious. Oh this place looks so beautiful.” Minyoung exclaimed as she scrolled through her phone looking at random instagram posts. 

“What are you looking at?” Yunho asked as he passed by grabbing himself a glass of water.

“I don’t know where this cafe is but their food looks great.” Minyoung followed him into the kitchen holding her phone up showing the photos.

Yunho looked at the photo and immediately recognized the shop “Isn’t that the shop near the station on the way to the company?”

“It’s near?” Minyoung gasped and immediately searched for the cafe, pursing her lips in concentration

Yunho chuckled watching her expression turn into that of joy. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Nodding her head repeatedly “Will you? I want to go!”

“Alright. Let me just get ready and tell manager-hyung and we can go there.” Yunho could only laugh when Minyoung cheered and rushed to her room with Mingi.

“Why? What happened to Minyoung? I could hear her from here.” San asked from the bed as Yunho changed his clothes making sure he looks decent enough in case people recognize them.

“Remember that cafe near the station? It seems Minyoung hasn’t been there so I offered to go with her.” Yunho answered and San mumbled a sleepy response, probably already drifting off to sleep again.

“Oppa let’s go go go.” Minyoung was bouncing on her heels as she waited for Yunho to finish. It was times like this that Yunho gets reminded that Minyoung is still young, not that he was much older than her but it's like watching a kid get excited over promise of sweets.

After obtaining permission from their manager, both of them headed towards the cafe using public transport. They do get recognized by some passengers but thankfully no one approached them due to the busy morning.

"Say Minyoung-ah, how long have you been in Korea again?" Yunho asked the girl who was busy looking around the streets

Minyoung faced Yunho, counting off her fingers "Hmm..if we count from when I started training then I've been in Korea since 2012, so around seven years? Waah. I didn't realize it's been that long. Although, I haven't really been in many places other than the school and the company."

"You haven't gone out on a trip in all those years?" surprised, Yunho stopped walking his mouth hanging down at the information

"I didn't have the leisure to when I flew up here as a kid and lived together with my grandparents. The condition for letting me go was that I'll work hard in school and finish my studies. After school, I had to run to training then immediately after that I had to go home and work on leftover schoolwork. During days when I had no school and training, I was attending Korean classes." Minyoung shrugged with a smile on her face

"Do you regret it?"

"Nope! I'd be lying if I say I don't miss my family or that I sometimes envy everyone's stories of going out and experiencing lots of things but I am glad I decided to pursue my dream." Minyoung smiled brightly, tugging on Yunho's arm towards the direction of the café. "Besides, I met great people! Everyone in ATEEZ, Atiny, people from my trainee days, manager-oppa, the stylist unnies, the people in the drama, and many more!"

Yunho smiled letting the younger lead the way, making mental note to share this information with the others and maybe plan something for Minyoung.

The café was fairly free of people considering the time so they were able to order quickly and get good seats. Yunho ordered for the both of them as Minyoung was too busy admiring the decor of the place.

"This reminds me of when we commute to school together oppa. To be honest, I would probably follow you unsuspectingly even if you decided to skipped class for fear that I'll get lost" Minyoung giggles looking up

Yunho laughs, shaking his head "Oh so that's why you were always trailing behind me."

"I had to! I may be able to hold a conversation then but I was pretty sure I can't get directions right. So if someday I get left behind someplace, I'm taking a taxi to go back where I'm familiar with." Minyoung pouted

Yunho reached out his hand ruffling her hair a bit, grinning "I doubt we'll ever forget to bring you with us and should that happen, you don't really need to do anything since we're probably already rushing back to get you and whoever is with you."

Minyoung giggled, nodding in agreement "That's true. I'm probably holding unto one of you anyway."

Minyoung has already taken photos of the place after asking for permission from the staff while they were waiting. As soon as their orders were served, she immediately took photos of their food hoping to share it with the other members and maybe to Atiny in a later date. Looking up from she noticed Yunho taking photos of her pouting a bit. "You should tell me so I look good in them."

Yunho scoffs a bit before chuckling "Since when did you look bad in photos? Even when you make those meme faces, you still look good in them. Atiny even posts a lot of them, you know?"

"Still! Here take one with me ready" Minyoung smiled looking a bit at the camera with her arm propping up her chin.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for fun. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner:

Yunho spotlight! I realized I’ve been putting San and Wooyoung a lot in my posts so I wanted to do one with another member “focus” lol still a fail but I tried lol

-Mimi

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[retire61already]

A Brief* Guide To Some Vintage CBJ Players

(*I lied, it's not brief at all)

Sometimes your team has half their players end up on IR and you start thinking about the guys who used to play here.

Then you wonder if they're watching the Clevelumbus Blue Monsters fight for a playoff spot and get nostalgic and fall down an old school highlight rabbit hole.

Then you wonder how many people know who some of these guys are anymore, and whoops suddenly your hand slips and you write a thing. I dont know what else I'm going to do with this so I may as well actually post it.

Enjoy this long ass thing that I can't put under a cut because I'm on mobile.

Rusty Klesla

His real name is Rostislav but no one but broadcasters ever actually called him that.

he was easily the hottest player in any room he walked into. The Alex Wennberg of the 2000s.

The first ever CBJ draft pick!

Went on to play for the Coyotes when they also sucked terribly and after being traded to the Sabres, basically he refused to report and retired instead of being forced to play for yet another terrible team. Fair enough.

Was supposed to be like Ryan Murray but that's not actually what happened due to being rushed into the league. Still a solid player in his own right and probably actually still holds our blocked shots record as of 2020, but won't ever get credit for it because he played for three years before the league bothered to record blocked shots as a stat.

Created an early franchise meme by ending every interview with our rinkside reporter Jim Day (you may also know him if you're a Cincy Reds fan, also if you are I'm so sorry) with "thank you Jim Day".

Went viral toward the end of his time in Phoenix for having to be stretchered off the ice but giving the crowd a thumbs up. Was okay, thankfully.

Jody Shelley

Yes, this is the TV guy. Our happy optimist TV color commentator was an absolutely fucking terrifying heavyweight enforcer.

He was called the scariest guy in the league to fight by Georges Laraque, a force of nature in his own right.

When he wasn't terrifying the opposition he was busy being the nicest person and spent huge amounts of his free time giving back to the community.

About the only guys who've done as much for the community as him are Foligno and Rick Nash.

Once fought his childhood hero Bob Probert and called him Mr. Probert while challenging him. Has not stopped kicking himself since.

A Nova Scotia Sports Hall of Fame inductee as of 2019!

Gerard Gallant used to use him on the power play as a goalie screen because he's basically a living refrigerator. One time two goals went in off of him in one night and the crowd lost it like he just scored in game seven of the finals. He never scored more than three a year. Enforcers were... interesting.

Traded to San Jose in 07-08 and went on to play for NYR and Philly before retiring and coming home. Played for Torts with Brandon Dubinsky and fellow CBJ alum Artem Anisimov in New York.

Torts still loves him. The team took advantage of this by using Jody to spring a tribute for his 600th win on him because Jody was the only guy who could get away with it (warning: Torts swears lol)

One time in the first few years the team existed my dad saw him on the morning news being interviewed about media day. The newscaster asked if they all put their fake teeth in for team pictures and Jody replied "nah we all share the same set and have to take turns. That's why it takes so long." This man is an unsung legend.

Rick Nash

You clearly saw this coming based on my URL.

The artist formerly known as (and also currently known as) Big Dick Rick.

CBJ took him first overall in 2002 and he was a Blue Jacket till 2012. He's currently our special assistant to the general manager.

The youngest person ever to lead the league in goal scoring. Not even Ovechkin won the Rocket Richard at 19. Suck it Ovi.

It is seriously impossible to overstate the level of skill this man had before the concussions. He was a Team Canada staple every damn year for very good reasons.

His time with CBJ is best known for this ridiculous goal.

Held basically every possible CBJ record for forwards until Cam and PLD started breaking them over the past few years.

Absolutely massive impact on Columbus youth hockey. The number of kids enrolled in hockey in central Ohio went from like 50 to 5000 in his first several years.

Became team captain at all of 23 under some real tough circumstances.

At 24 years old he dragged a relatively untalented team of misfits kicking and screaming into the playoffs.

The coach at the time pulled him out of practice because he was overexerting himself so hard.

Traded to the Rangers in 2011 under controversial circumstances. The GM claimed Rick wanted out, Rick said he told the GM he'd offered to waive his contract's no-move clause if the GM thought it could help the rebuild and that was being twisted.

Was very desperately missed until he shoved our goalie, at which point he was booed until his career ended.

Rick said after his retirement that Bob was taking little whacks at him all night and didn't shove him till Bob speared him in the junk, which is a perfectly valid reason to shove someone tbqh.

Retired after 15 years with CBJ, NYR, and Boston due to concussion symptoms.

Nobody has ever been loved like we loved Rick Nash. People adore Foligno but it was almost a mania with Nash. He was the only truly good thing we had in the dark ages.

For all the booing people straight up cried on Thank You Rick night, then cried again when he said he'd made up his mind that if his health had let him play again he was going to be a Blue Jacket.

I still haven't come to terms with the fact that he wasn't able to retire here. I am not even close to the only longtime fan who needs a grief counselor or something over this.