#<- let me know if this is wrong. i Do Not know about this media

[yowlthinks]

I think this is a very important message. The world is not black and white, and people who are extremely talented can also be not good people.

I think NG allegations, and the latest article that came out, made all of us think through a few big things we might not have considered that deeply before. And there are a few thoughts I had that I wanted to note down, mainly for myself.

Believing the victims vs. presumption of innocence.

Overall, I support the presumption of innocence. However, this basic belief hinges on the assumption that the police and courts are doing what we expect them to do and doing it well. When we look at the SA and rape cases, unfortunately this is not really the case.

"Only 8 percent of sexual assaults were reported to the Police" (Source: justice.govt.nz)

Out of these, only 1/3 results in convictions (there are a number of sources, but the one below also shows the staggering divide by victim's gender)

So in view of the above, while we absolutely have to uphold the presumption of innocence, we also have to face the fact that at least some, if not all, of these accusations are very likely true. And the reason why we do not have the full legal proof is that sadly, the police and the legal system are not working as we expect them to.

Also, if you are in the right place psychologically and want a powerful artistic reflection on the above, I highly recommend watching Prima Facie. It is a brilliant play that puts the focus on the above stats in a very real, personal and heartbreaking way.

Separating the art from the artist dilemma

So now we have to face the fact that someone who we thought was brilliant author AND also a decent human being, is actually very likely a violent criminal.

And there are several things that have been happening in view of this that I find deeply concerning:

- Saying he was not such a talented author anyway - let us face it, he is a talented author, not everyone's cup of tea, but he is talented.

- Saying the stories now should be forgotten, abandoned and never mentioned again, and anyone still enjoying them should be ashamed of themselves- should they really, though?

I will be honest, I do not have the answer. It is easy when the author is dead: Leo Tolstoy was absolutely awful, but I don’t see anyone frowning on the adaptations of his books or the fact that they are studied in schools. The author is no more, the art lives on. But what about someone alive? Where do we draw the line: ok to read old books? Borrow from the libraries? Anything is fair game as long as the persona non grata does not profit?

I don't know the right answer, and I think it will take me some time to figure one out for myself, but I think loving stories and seeing meaning and finding shoelace in stories, in art should be seen as separate from condoning behaviour of a person who created them. I think it is ok to fall in love with art, but we should be very careful in crowning someone as "the best person ever" and pinning all our hopes on them. Parasocial relationships don't mean you know a person and talent is no guarantee for decency.

Allowing yourself to feel

Calling the disappointed fans out as selfish doesn't help the victims.

Telling yourself that there are people out there who have been impacted much more by this then you and your little fictional character fixations is... true, but also it is wrong to not acknowledge the disappointment, the upset and the sadness something like that brings. Yes, this is obviously not the focus, but I think everyone is allowed to also think of the personal impact of the news on them, without forgetting the impact on the victims, on the society or the industry in general.

The case of JKR has taken the shine of the HP universe for me. These books and films are a big part of my youth, it is a bonding media piece for my generation, and now every time I see another news piece about her I ask myself smth along the lines of "things were so good, why did you have to go and ruin it for yourself and for all of us?" I have not watched the films since and the idea of rereading the HP series has sort off died in me, and I am somewhat annoyed at myself for failing at this artist vs art separation.

I am not a huge fan of Gaiman, but I read a few of his books and liked them, and I don't know if I will read some more in future or not. But they have certainly lost a huge chunk of their appeal.

Well, there are always people who disappoint and those who positively surprise. I hope there will be more of the latter.

[muwapsturniolo]

No fucking way. So now they’re trying to donate to the LA fires but couldn’t find the decency to even acknowledge or be public about any other issue that was and has been happening? White men.

Imma be honest, this is the wrong blog and person to say this to.

LETS TALK ABOUT IT

Yes, they didn’t speak up about Palestine or other things that are going on. That has been a big topic in this fandom and I can understand why. You want the people you like to agree with your political opinions, to know that they aren’t against you and the people that need help. Unfortunately, the triplets aren’t going to speak up about Palestine because that is too political for them and I really doubt they understand everything fully. They should do their research, they should be educated, but they don’t HAVE to speak on it.

It would be nice if they did, but we shouldn’t be looking to celebrities, influencers, etc, to speak on issues that are bigger than them.

Again I understand wanting them to speak out, cuz I really hope they aren’t against Palestine, but what would the triplets speaking up do? Honestly what would it do? Majority of the world due to social media knows what’s going on, anyone who doesn’t know is younger and it’s not like a 13 year old who watches videos every Friday can donate money because the money is most likely their parents and who’s to say their parent stand with Palestine?

Also wanna add that Laura (hate that lady fr) most likely is against Palestine (look at who she voted for and the shit she says) she is probably telling them not to speak on it.

I’m also gonna say this cuz people getting mad at them speaking on the LA fires really has been irritating me.

They live in LA. They have friends and people they consider family in LA. OF COURSE they are going to speak on issues that affect them directly! Who wouldn’t? People were getting mad they didn’t speak on the fires ASAP, and then as soon as they did make posts, now it’s an issue.

People are never satisfied.

If they do speak are yall gonna be satisfied? Are yall gonna question if they donated or donated enough?

Now don’t get it twisted, I stand with Palestine, Congo, Sudan, and everywhere else that’s going through sum shit! But looking to influencers isn’t the place to look for change, talk to the actual politicians and powers that CAN make a change!!

Again, I do agree it would be nice for the triplets to speak up, it would let us know that they care and aren’t weird, but it’s not going to happen and their are reasons as to why it’s not gonna happen.

That’s my take, you don’t have to agree.

Now here is one of my fav paramore songs that speak on holding someone on a pedestal and you shouldn’t be confused when they let you down.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

compos mentis 7

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, chronic health issues, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a long court case, your mother stays attached to her lawyer, bringing even more contention into your life.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: hi!

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“You don’t like it?” Andy asks as you sit silently before your plate. 

You’re dizzy and a bit nauseous. Not having your oxygen is disorienting. You keep reaching for the tank that isn’t there, adjusting the nonexistent tube beneath your nose. You’re breathless and addled as you wonder if Dr. Kemp could be wrong. What if you pass out? What if something terrible happens? 

“I’m... sorry,” you hang your head. “I’m trying but... not very hungry.” 

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to eat if you can’t. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he assures you as he hovers his fork above his own plate. “I’m not like her.” 

You nod as your bottom lip pokes out. Your flutter your lashes and rub your cheeks. The reminder of your mom unnerves you. She was as constant as the oxygen tank and now both are gone. 

“You okay?” He sets his fork down gently. 

You nod and gulp, tempering your breaths through your nose. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he gets up and moves to the seat next to you. “I know this is a lot. I know that neither of us were prepared for this but I want you to know that I will do my best to be there for you.” 

You twine your fingers through each other in your lap and stare at them, “but... why?” 

“Someone should,” he says, leaning toward you. “Look, I... I’ll be honest. I blame myself for letting this go this far. I suspected during the case. There were inconsistencies but... but I had a job to do. I did it, to your detriment even. I’m the one who’s sorry. I should’ve listened to my instinct.” 

You frown, “but... my mom? You liked her, right? Aren’t you... upset?” 

He shifts and sighs. He rubs his palms together as he faces the table. He plants his elbows on the wood and hides behind his fingers. He massages his forehead as he thinks. When he drops his hands, his expression is drawn and his complexion pale. 

“Like I said, I was suspicious. I only... only stayed with your mom so I could keep an eye on you. You seemed lonely and lost. I know it’s not my place but I was concerned. And there was no one else looking after you. No one else who would care,” he sniffs and looks at you directly. You peek up and mash your hands together. “Your mom was very deliberate in keeping people away from you, wasn’t she?” 

You shrug. You never thought about it. Your mom is the one who took you to the doctors, who did everything to get you better, to make sure she got you the right treatment. Or... 

“It’s a lot. You don’t need to figure it all out right now,” he assures you. “And I don’t want you to rush yourself. Steve will be back tomorrow, he can give us more information about your condition, about what needs to be done.” 

You rock then stop yourself. You cross your arms and shrink your stature. You look at your plate. 

“It’s been a long day. I’ll pack the food up for later. How about you take a hot bath? It will help,” he suggests. 

“Um, no, I think I’ll just lay down,” you murmur. 

“You should wash up. We did a lot of running around, didn’t we?” He sits back and grips the edge of the table. “I’ll get a towel and something you can wear.” 

You stare at him and bring your hand up to your nose, wiggling them fruitlessly as there is no tube to toy with. You purse your lips in disappointment. 

“Thank you. I’m... sorry.” 

“Please, no more apologies,” he reaches and gently squeezes your arm. “Whatever you need,” he brushes up and down your sleeve, “you tell me, okay?” 

You sniffle and nod, looking at the wall as you chew your lip. You feel more lost than ever. Without the air, without your mother. It might not have been a perfect life but it was familiar. All of this is new and scary and confusing. You don’t know what’s real, what to believe. 

“Alright,” he retracts his touch and stands, “let’s get you sorted.” 

🩶

Dr. Hawe stands at Dr. Kemp’s shoulder. You watch them both, nervous as you sit on the medical bed. Andy sits to the side, his leg jiggling anxiously. You feel his nerves from where you are. Maybe you should’ve have said yes when he offered to wait outside. 

“I have to apologise. I suppose I can expect a malpractice case myself,” Hawe says. “I never meant anything but to help. She exhibited all the symptoms and I made the diagnosis with good intent.” 

“Unfortunately, these things can be very similar. There’s a lot of overlap between genuine issues and oxygen toxicity. We could still be wrong but given observation so far, it’s more likely the latter.” Kemp returns. 

You look between them, confused. 

“Miss,” Hawes steps forward, “do you need me to explain?” 

You nod. “Should I have my oxygen? Did I do bad?” 

He frowns, “no. I... I was wrong. All those other doctors were right. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’ll take some time for you to recover. Being at elevated oxygen levels for so long can have detrimental effects. It will take a bit to know if any damage has been done to your lung tissue. Unfortunately, in trying to fix a problem I thought was there, I may have made it worse.” 

“But that’s impossible. I... I...” You take deep breaths but find no hitch. You don’t understand. 

“So, it was all lies?” Andy asks. 

Kemp nods and angles toward him. “Looks like. Munchausen by proxy. Not common but most common between a parent and child.” 

“Munch-- munch--” you try to repeat it. You heard about that on that show about the girl in the wheelchair. Well, she didn’t really need it. “But... my mom...” 

Andy sits silently and presses a bent knuckle to his mouth. His face is tense with anger. The doctors share a look. 

“This is bad,” Andy drops his hand. “I’m a public prosecutor. I took this to court.” 

“And I made the diagnosis. I wrote the scripts,” Hawes says. 

“What does that mean? What’s going on?” You swing your legs. 

They all look at you. Andy sits back and Hawes lowers his head. Kemp steps forward. 

“Well, both of them could lose their licenses. That’s what. If at least, their reputations will be ruined.” He explains. “That is if anyone finds out. It could mean more legal action.” 

“Legal...? Oh, another case?” 

Andy nods and Hawes toys with his stethoscope. 

“But I... I can’t do it again.” You say. “I can’t.” 

“You don’t have to,” Kemp girds. “But it means your mom won’t face any justice. Nothing. She did this to you.” He moves closer, “do you understand that you weren’t sick but she may have made you sick?” 

You search his face as your heart races. The room shrinks around you and your vision tilts. You gulp as your mouth grows acidic. You moan and fan yourself, then wave him away as you bend over the edge. You can’t help the revolt of stomach bile that spews from you and lands on the floor. 

“No,” you brace your head and rock, gagging again, but you have nothing to come up. Your breakfast was as appetizing as dinner the night before. “No, no, no. My mom... she wouldn’t...”  

Your insides contort and your skull throbs. Your breath picks up as you continue to babble. It can’t be real. You are sick. You know you are. You missed classes, you missed prom, you missed graduation. That’s not a lie. 

You heave and shudder as you stay bent over your lap. You feel a warmth on your back as you begin to shake. Your head swirls and your skin scalds. You drone senselessly. 

“Shhh, hey, you’re alright,” the distant voice speaks to you through the rising haze. 

The colours and sounds blend together behind the wall of your tears. Your body is moving but you’re not the one controlling it. You have no power. You have nothing. 

“...get her laying down...” 

“...careful...” 

“...just to calm her. She’ll hurt herself...” 

The words fade and your eyes roll back as a tide of heat overwhelms you, flowing through your veins and rising to the surface. As the warmth fills your head, you sink down into the abyss. Your anguish follows you, gnawing at your heart as you drown in your grief. Of what you had and never did.  

🩶

You can't tell when you wake up. The world is so dull that you may as well be unconscious. You stare at the ceiling, too drained to care about where you are or how you go there. 

The room is dim but for the lamp near your bedside. You should be cozy. The blanket is soft, the pillow cushy, but none of it can comfort you. There is nothing that can change what she did. Nothing that can undo what's done. Or give you back those squandered years. 

It's over. Not just her lies but your life. There's no restarting. There's no fixing this. You might not be sick the way your mom said you were but there has to be something wrong with your head if you believed her. 

What do you have left? What did you ever have at all?  

You sniff as your eyes itch. You're not going to cry. It'll all be easier if you just don't feel anything. 

There's a shift somewhere in the haze. A figure sits up near the foot of the bed. You squint as Andy combs his fingers through his hair, straightening in the rigid wooden chair from the dining room.  

"Sweetheart," he stands stiffly. "You're awake. There's water." 

He comes to the side the bed and gestures to the glass there. Your head lolls over. You close your eyes.  

"I can get you something else. Tea?" 

You don't react. You want to be left alone. All you feel is shame. He knows how stupid you are. He knew all along. 

“Honey,” he carefully sits on the edge. He touches your cheek, then your forehead. “Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” 

Your eyes roll and your lashes flutter. As much as you long to drift back into nothingness, your head is throbbing. You turn your face away from him. 

“I’m sorry,” he brings his hand to yours. “I really am. I should have done something sooner.” 

You don’t answer him. Again. What can you say? 

He sighs and draws away. He turns to face the wall and leans his elbows on his knees. He holds his head as he hunches over. 

Silence rises around you, rippling like the air around a raging fire. Stolid to the point of suffocation. There’s a tremble that isn’t within you. And something more. 

You move your head back to see Andy. He sniffles and wipes his nose with one hand as his other keeps his head up. He mops his cheek as he cries. You watch him, surprised and almost curious. 

“I’m so sorry,” he rasps. “I’m ashamed. I’m... horrible.” He pushes his hand up into his hair again as he sits up. He stares at the wall, the brims of his eyes reddened. “I can take you to the courthouse. You can tell the DA everything. I’ll resign.” 

You gulp. Why would he do all that? It’s not his fault your mom did what she did. Or that you let her. 

You push yourself up weakly, quivering as you keep your hands flat on the mattress. “Andy,” you murmur. “I... I don’t want to tell the DA.” You sway slightly and he looks at you. “I don’t want to tell anyone. It’s too embarrassing.” 

His eyes search you and his brows furrow, “are you sure?” You nod and hang your head. He gently touches your arm, “sweetie, you need to lay down.” He helps you recline. “Just relax. I know this is so hard. Actually, I don’t know. How could I?” 

You let your lashes droop and hug yourself loosely. You exhale heavily. You reach below your throat absently and find no tube there. That’s right. You don’t need it. 

“Thank you,” you utter. 

[amvpk01]

Hello!!!Just wanted to say i really like your unwanted obsession series ...u write in such a way that it seems quite realistic ..i really admire your way of writing✨💖

If requests are open

can I please request a yandere childhood friend x f reader non con..

Thank u ! Have a nice day💖

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

» 𝐒𝐇𝐄 drifted from his life like a fleeting thought, while he, lost in the permanence of his own neglect, failed to grasp that love, once forsaken, cannot simply endure by the will of one.

» 𝐓𝐖: implicit non-con, obsession, negligence, rejection, violence, mention of cheating, manipulation, emotional dependence, no comfort.

» 𝐅𝐄𝐌 reader

sorry for the long wait! i'm planning to rewrite 'unwanted obsession' in my new writing. it might take a while bcs i'm studying to get into university, but i'll try my best to post it soon!

yandere childhood friend who has known you since you were children, you fell into the same lesson group and soon became close to each other! thought you were cute from the start. you were so nice to him that he couldn't help but reciprocate your kindness.

yandere childhood friend who grew up around many friends but you were the one he trusted the most and told all his secrets to except one in particular.

yandere childhood friend who realized how difficult it was for you to let people into your life, your only friend being him. he loved the fact that he was the only one you paid attention to.

yandere childhood friend who slowly spent more time with his other friends, and then you followed him everywhere like a dog. it was all you could do to not be alone. but you noticed how his friends were too weird, the atmosphere seemed heavy and you wanted nothing more than to get him out of there.

yandere childhood friend who didn't like how you meddled in his life, making him think you were jealous of him for not being able to be friendly. he would sometimes ignore your calls and messages for days and then show up out of nowhere with the excuse that he was just having fun with his friends.

yandere childhood friends who quickly noticed your change of mood regarding his actions. you just realized that you didn't like the fact that he acted that way and wasn't punished. you started to be ignorant and impatient, as if you were fed up with him.

yandere childhood friend who started asking you out, to talk, to do anything. didn't you want to spend time with him? he's free now and can stay with you as long as you wants! just stop being rude to him, please?

yandere childhood friend who despaired when you didn't want to know about him. something like 'i'm too busy to care' or something like that.

yandere childhood friend who kept stalking you on social media until he found out that you were actually busy with your new boyfriend. has he neglected you for so long that you even got a boyfriend? how did he not notice?

yandere childhood friend who died of jealousy inside and soon thought of all the ways to make you break up. he wouldn't accept that you weren't with him.

"please, you know i'm sorry."

"you always say the same thing, sorry this, sorry that, blah blah blah. can't you think of something new?"

"this wasn't supposed to happen, i swear i didn't mean to hurt you."

"hurt me? you keep saying that but you humiliated me in front of your friends, just when i was ready to listen to you!"

"i know and i apologize for that. it was just the heat of the moment that i couldn't think of anything straight."

"you kissed me, LUKA! i'm faithful to my boyfriend! how do you expect me to explain a situation like this to him?"

"you don't need to-"

"what?"

"you don't need to explain yourself..."

"you must be insane. i'm leaving, i hope you enjoy your special night mocking at me with your friends."

"no! don't go! please, i need you!"

"never talk to me again, we're not friends anymore."

yandere childhood friend who couldn't think straight. there was no way it could go wrong, his friends had already taken the picture of the two of you kissing, he just needed to be sure that your boyfriend would see the picture.

yandere childhood friend who pulled you by the wrists into his arms before your figure disappeared through the door. your body shivered in shock as you didn't understand what he was doing.

yandere childhood friend that pulled you further and further from the exit, determined to take you with him.

yandere childhood friend who ignored your screams as he took you to a separate room. he was finally going to have you after all these years!

yandere childhood friend who didn't understand why you woke up so depressed the next day. you were screaming his name so much last night that it didn't cross his mind that you didn't like it.

yandere childhood friend who was startled when he heard your sobs and quickly went to comfort you, only to see that you flinched at his touch. your tears only got worse as you just wanted to be alone at that moment.

yandere childhood friend who served you a plate of breakfast in bed and left you alone locked in the room for the rest of the morning. only to come back with your phone in his hands saying that your boyfriend already knew what you had done and blocked you.

yandere childhood friend who smirked when he saw you quickly search through your chats with him only for you to see two single messages saying 'she's satisfied now' with a picture of him hugging your sleeping body. his profile with no picture showing he had blocked you not before saying 'enjoy you two motherfuckers'.

yandere childhood friend who didn't care when you grabbed his collar in anger, yelling at him for anything he did wrong. he will show you how he can make you happy, with him.

[thetepes]

so gen question i hope doenst come across as offensive, but in your bio you say you dont like how the topic of lily is discussed and thats why you made ur blog. but it seems like you're agreeing with the other blogs in the lily-sphere uncritically. so which ones were you initially frustrated with, and what was the behavior you found so wrong in the first place?

I also think the lily hating has long since crossed over into lolcowing, to the extent that its very difficult to imagine real accountability is possible anymore. I agree with the stance you take in a lot of your posts, and then i see you reblogging and agreeing with the worst offenders in the lily sphere so like. have you changed your mind?

Look, I'm upset right now so excuse me if I'm terse, but I've REPEATEDLY and VERY LOUDLY admonished people for not giving a shit about her racism and homophobic bullshit.

I am extremely critical of who I reblog because there are plenty of people in this space who are just in it for the attention and bants, I've not been shy about that. I refuse to even follow people who post worthless shit.

I know you mean Sai, just say Sai. Sai has talked repeatedly about Lily's abuse of Courtney, Britt, in general, her trying to take away both her and Ant's channels, her racism, and her pedo inclinations. She might not cover it in totality on stream or in one big long video, but she doesn't shy from it. She's talked about it on stream.

She's also the only one of 3 people who checked on me behind the scenes after I was racially abused and purposefully triggered. She's also been one of Britt's loudest supporters.

I don't agree with her on a lot, I've openly not agreed with her on a lot. I've told her personally what I don't agree with her on. I've told her she can be out of pocket. She's one of those fun people you can go "Ayo, I disagree." and have a conversation with. There are some things she's just not going to budge on, donkey of a woman, and that's just fine with me.

And let's be fucking real, she's one of few in this space that takes the racism seriously. I've seen what people say. I know they only care until someone cries "You're not focusing on the important topics enough" then they call it "Lily being mean" because maybe six people in this space at most can handle confrontation and their ally ship only extends to the tip of their nose.

The media takes matter because that's where she shows her racism, xenophobia, homophobia, and pedophile inclinations the most. She couldn't even review hamtaro without making it weird with adding incest and sexualizing a literal baby hamster. Going over the media takes shouldn't be the main focus, but it serves a very good purpose.

My aim on here was to talk about her racism. It matters. Even if it's just me screaming about it in this godforsaken space, it matters. I'm tired of racism being given a free pass because it's progressive to hate asians and fetishize anyone darker than tea stain on teeth. I'm tired, as a CSA survivor, of the shit she's made like The MLP pedophile rape game getting a free pass.

I'm tired of people like you pretending none of this matters anymore because there was no big Lily left the internet blow up. That's not how things work most of the time, sorry. People like her and Birdie and Patricia and any of the other people I've mentioned on here don't take accountability and the police don't give a shit about online crimes most of the time. I'd know, I was blamed by them for being groomed as a kid and told I wanted it because I went in those spaces.

All we can do is keep pointing it out, supporting victims, and raising awareness of not just Lily, but other people like her that just will not face the justice their victims deserve while trying to mitigate harm. If you don't want to be a part of that, fine. Harm reduction is work and it's work you will not be acknowledged for. My advice is curate your experience like an adult. That's the healthiest and happiest way to live your life online and off.

So no, I've not changed my mind.

[soleilpinto]

Cruising in Papaya: Secrets and Schedules ˚‧｡⋆🍁

“Life’s Better on Saturn ” ˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚ (Saturn, SZA)

Synopsis: Y/N Laurent, a glamorous socialite, meets Lando Norris during a race weekend, sparks fly between the two, but as their feelings deepen, they struggle to balance their secret relationship with their public lives, all while navigating the pressure of the fast-paced F1 scene.

Genre: (Some) Angst, Fluff, Romance

AU: Social Media and Written!au

Pairing: Lando x Afab!Socialite!Reader

Warnings: A few hate comments(?), that’s really it

Note: I have proved my point about not having as much free time as before now 😭 but it’s ok because I still love you guys and I’ll try to be consistent.

Cruising in Papaya Masterlist. (Prev./Next.)

@teawithtiffie Is it just me, or has Y/N been in Monaco way longer than usual? Girl, don’t you have a yacht waiting in Saint Tropez? What’s keeping you in the Riviera? 👀

@EliteGossipHQ Y/N Laurant spending extra time in Monaco post-GP is very interesting. Considering she’s usually hopping to NYC or Saint Tropez, I’m starting to think there’s a reason she’s sticking around...

@TheItGirlFiles Y/N in Monaco for longer than a weekend is suspicious. She’s a Saint Tropez loyalist. What (or who) has her sticking around?

The soft hum of Lando’s Mercedes-AMG GT echoes through the streets of Monaco as the city shimmers in the midday sun.

You’re seated in the passenger seat, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly while Lando maneuvers through the winding roads.

Your eyebrows knit together as you come across a string of tweets speculating about your extended stay in Monaco.

You roll your eyes and let out a small sigh, placing your phone face down on your lap.

Lando glances over at you briefly, his sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his tone light but curious.

“Nothing,” you say, waving it off, though your expression betrays you.

He quirks an eyebrow, smirking as he turns his attention back to the road. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head.

“It’s just people online. They’re wondering why I’m still in Monaco instead of hopping off to Saint Tropez or New York.”

Lando grins, his dimples showing as he glances at you again. “And they think it’s because of me, don’t they?”

“Maybe. I wouldn’t know exactly,” You purse your lips, feigning nonchalance.

His chuckle fills the car, warm and teasing. “I mean, they’re not wrong, are they?”

“Lando,” you warn, though there’s no heat behind it.

He shrugs, tapping the steering wheel lightly.

“What can I say? People are observant.”

You lean back against the seat, staring out at the glistening water as the car curves along the coastal road.

“It’s just... exhausting sometimes. The speculation, the assumptions. Can’t I stay in Monaco just because I like it here?”

“You do like it here, though,” he says, his voice softer now. “But also... we both know there’s more to it.”

You glance over at him, his easy confidence making you smile despite yourself.

“I just don’t want to give them more fuel for the fire.”

He nods, thoughtful. “I get it. The media and fans—they can be relentless. But if it helps, I don’t think they really know anything. They’re just guessing.”

“And you’re okay with that?” you ask, tilting your head to study him.

Lando shrugs again, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Let them talk. It doesn’t change what’s actually happening. That’s between us.”

You smile at his words, feeling a sense of ease settle over you. “Fair enough.”

As the car pulls into the entrance of a chic, tucked-away restaurant, Lando shifts the car into park and looks over at you.

“But for the record,” he says, his voice teasing again, “I’m flattered that I’m apparently so irresistible that you’ve ditched your yearly Saint Tropez trip for me.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you unbuckle your seatbelt. “Always impossible, Norris"

He grins, hopping out of the car and coming around to open your door.

“And yet, here you are.”

You roll your eyes playfully, stepping out as he offers you his hand. The whispers and speculation may follow, but for now, you let it fade into the background. It’s just you, Lando, and the sunny streets of Monaco.

@gridsidegossip Okay, Lando’s been seen out and about with someone in Monaco, but like… can we just chill and not jump to conclusions? He deserves some peace

@turn1tea saw pics of lando with a girl in monaco. no clue who she is, but let’s not be those fans, yeah? privacy >>> drama

@latebrakersclub y’all, the speculation about lando and this random girl is wild. can’t they just chill without us turning it into a netflix special?

@papayaparadise she looks classy and unbothered, and honestly, good for lando if they’re close. could be a friend, could be more, but it’s not really our business

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laurant.yn monte carlo summers

littlefoxhermes ooh mystery man

lettiemng 😍

It had been a week since your time with Lando in Monaco, and now you were back in Saint-Tropez, caught up in family business and the familiar rhythm of socialite obligations.

Monaco had been a whirlwind, but with Lando, it felt different—effortless.

For a brief moment, you had stepped away from the carefully curated image you’d spent years perfecting, and in his company, you felt lighter, freer, like you could breathe without the weight of expectation pressing down.

It was a fleeting escape, but one that lingered in the corners of your mind, refusing to be forgotten.

The moonlight spilled across the marble floors of your family’s sprawling mansion, the grand chandeliers casting a faint glow in the otherwise quiet halls.

The echoes of the evening’s charity ball still lingered—polite applause, clinking glasses, murmured compliments—but now, the stillness was a welcome reprieve.

You slipped off your heels, sighing in relief as the cool stone kissed your bare feet.

Your gown, elegant and tailored to perfection, swept softly against the ground as you made your way up the curved staircase to your suite.

The festivities had been exhausting, a whirlwind of forced smiles and endless small talk, but at least you had survived another night of keeping up appearances.

As you eased into the velvet chaise in your room, your phone buzzed on the side table. Lando’s name lit up the screen, and a teasing smirk tugged at your lips. He had a habit of calling at odd hours, always managing to keep you guessing.

Swiping to answer, you brought the phone to your ear.

“Calling me this late, Norris? Should I be flattered or suspicious?”

His laugh came through the line, warm and easy, and it sent a flicker of something soft through your chest.

“Both,” he said. “Flattered because I thought of you. Suspicious because I need a favor.”

You leaned back against the cushions, raising an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see it. “A favor? Should I be worried?”

“Not at all,” he replied quickly, though there was a hint of nervousness in his tone that intrigued you.

“I just… I heard you’re going to be in Barcelona next week for a PR event.”

Your smirk deepened. “Word travels fast, doesn’t it?”

“It does when you’re involved,” he quipped.

There was a pause, and then he added, “Look, I was wondering if you’d want to come to the race and extend your stay a bit. Be my guest.”

Your fingers idly traced the embroidery on the chaise’s armrest as his words sank in. There was a tentative vulnerability in his voice, a rarity that made you pause.

“Your guest, huh?” you mused, dragging out the words just enough to keep him on edge.

“Yeah,” he said, then added quickly, “No pressure, of course. I just thought… it’d be nice to see you again.”

Your teasing softened at the honesty in his tone. “Hmm… I don’t know, Norris. I might be too busy schmoozing with PR executives to sit around watching cars go in circles.”

“You’re impossible, you know that?" He groaned, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“So I’ve been told,” you quipped. “Alright, fine. I’ll come. But don’t think this gets you off the hook. You’ll owe me.”

“Deal,” he said, relief evident in his voice. “I’ll sort everything out.”

After the call ended, you set your phone down, gazing out of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights of Saint Tropez sparkled in the distance, but your thoughts were already in Barcelona.

The idea of seeing him again, of stepping into his world, stirred something unfamiliar within you—an anticipation that tugged at the edges of your otherwise composed demeanor. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, a mixture of intrigue and mischief sparking in your chest.

Barcelona wasn’t going to be just another trip.

@f1fanatica y/n laurant's instagram says ‘business meetings’ in barcelona, but it’s giving very suspiciously aligned with the gp schedule energy

@SocialiteFiles Is it just me, or does Y/N Laurant suddenly always seem to pop up in the same cities as major F1 races lately? First Monaco, now Barcelona. What’s the tea? 👀

@OversteerAndSpill Y/N Laurant in the same city as Lando Norris… again. At this point, it’s not even subtle. She might be the mystery woman he was with in Monaco 👀

@GridWhispers If Y/N’s showing up in Barcelona this week of all weeks, I’m officially convinced she’s either a closet F1 fan or something’s up

The Spanish sun beat down on the bustling paddock, a mix of excitement and chaos swirling around you as the Grand Prix weekend unfolded.

You stood near the McLaren hospitality, a smile lighting up your face as you chatted with Kika, Alex, and Lily. It had been surprisingly easy to connect with them; their warmth and playful energy made you feel instantly at ease despite your initial nerves

“I still can’t believe this is your first real F1 season,” Kika said with a laugh, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You fit in so effortlessly.”

“Effortlessly chic, too,” Alex teased, nudging your arm. “We need the details—how did you and Lando happen?”

Lily leaned in conspiratorially, her eyes sparkling. “Yeah, spill! He’s been so private about it, and now here you are.”

You chuckled, trying to keep your expression casual despite the heat rising to your cheeks. “It’s not as dramatic as you think,” you said with a teasing lilt.

“We met in Miami at a brand event, and… well, he asked my manager for my number.”

Kika gasped, grinning. “He went through your manager? Classic gentleman move.”

“Right? It’s very him,” Lily said, laughing softly. “But clearly, it worked.”

Before you could respond, a familiar figure appeared in your peripheral vision, and your heart skipped a beat. Lando was making his way toward you, his McLaren team polo and sunglasses only adding to the casual confidence he carried so effortlessly.

“Speak of the devil,” Alex murmured with a sly grin.

Your friends straightened slightly, their curiosity unmistakable as Lando approached. He glanced at the small group before his gaze locked onto you, his easy smile softening into something warmer.

“There you are,” he said, his voice carrying over the noise of the paddock. “I was wondering where you’d disappeared to.”

As he stopped before you, you felt the subtle shift in the air. Despite the chaos of the paddock, this moment felt private, shielded.

The high walls of the hospitality area kept you out of sight from prying cameras, though you could still hear the occasional buzz of fans and press lingering nearby.

“Just making friends,” you said lightly, gesturing to the girls around you.

“Good ones, I hope,” he teased, his gaze flicking to your newfound companions.

Kika, Alex, and Lily exchanged knowing smiles before giving him warm greetings, but they didn’t linger.

“We’ll leave you two,” Lily said, winking at you as they wandered a few steps away, pretending to focus on the commotion further down the paddock.

“Subtle,” you murmured under your breath, earning a chuckle from Lando.

For a moment, it was just the two of you. The sun glinted off his sunglasses as he slid them onto his head, revealing his bright blue eyes. His smile softened further, and he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

“You doing alright? I know this is all a bit... much.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m fine. The girls are sweet—definitely making it easier to blend in.”

The sound of cameras clicking faintly in the distance didn’t faze him, but his eyes darted briefly toward the noise. “Good thing we’re out of their line of sight,” he murmured, his tone light but pointed.

“Think they’d lose their minds if they saw us talking?” you teased, your voice low.

“Probably,” he replied with a grin, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary. “But let’s not give them the satisfaction just yet.”

As the moment stretched, the noise of the paddock seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in your own bubble of calm. His steady and reassuring presence was enough to remind you why you’d decided to dive into this world.

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ynbardot viva barcelona x

lilymhe it was so lovely to meet you !!

alexandrasaintmleux 😍

lettiemng gorgeous girl

The frenzy started with a single blurry photo: Lando standing outside the McLaren hospitality, leaning slightly toward you, his trademark grin unmistakable even in the low-resolution image.

Your face wasn’t visible, but your elegant outfit—a flowing dress paired with delicate heels—gave netizens just enough clues to start piecing things together.

By the next morning, social media was ablaze with speculation.

Some tweets were harmless:

"Okay, but who’s Lando’s mystery woman? She’s got great style 👀"

Others? Not so much:

“Bet she’s just another socialite after his money 🙄.”

“What if Lando’s using her to climb the Monaco social ladder? That girl screams old money.”

“She probably doesn’t even know the difference between a pit stop and a podium.”

Scrolling through the chaos, you sighed, tossing your phone onto the couch in frustration. It wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with public scrutiny, but this felt different—more personal.

The idea that people were dissecting your character without knowing a thing about you struck a nerve.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to stay calm. You weren’t one to crumble under pressure, but the weight of the backlash tugged at your chest. You needed clarity—needed to talk to him.

Grabbing your phone, you found Lando’s name and pressed the call button. He picked up after just two rings.

“Y/N,” he greeted, his voice warm but laced with concern. “I was about to call you. Are you okay?”

“Fine,” you said, though the word came out sharper than intended. You softened your tone. “I’m fine. Just… annoyed.”

“About the fans?” he guessed.

“Got it in one,” you replied, pacing the length of your living room. “They think I’m using you for money. Some of them even think you’re using me for mine. It’s ridiculous, but it’s everywhere.”

There was a pause on the other end, and when he spoke again, his voice was steady. “You know none of that matters to me, right? They don’t know you. They don’t know us.”

“I know,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “But I want you to be aware of what’s being said. I don’t want this to catch you off guard or make things harder for you.”

“It doesn’t make anything harder,” he said firmly.

“If anything, it just makes me want to be with you even more. I hate that they’re treating you like this, but you’re stronger than any of them give you credit for.”

His words settled over you like a calming wave. “I just don’t want to be the reason you get dragged into drama.”

“Y/N,” he said softly, “you’re not. If anyone’s dragging us into drama, it’s the people behind keyboards who don’t have a clue what they’re talking about. I like you—no, I care about you—a lot. That’s all that matters to me. If you’re willing to keep going despite all this noise, then so am I.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his words, the sincerity in his voice making your chest tighten in a way that felt both overwhelming and reassuring.

“I care about you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then let’s make it official,” he said, his tone lighter now but still filled with intent. “You don’t have to deal with this alone anymore. I don’t care if they talk—I just want to be with you.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, the warmth of his words melting away the frustration that had clouded your mind earlier. “Alright, Lando. Let’s do this.”

His laugh came through the line, soft and genuine.

“Good. Now, what are you doing tonight? Because I feel like celebrating.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, you still put up with me,” he teased.

You hung up feeling lighter, the doubts and backlash shrinking in the face of his unwavering support. You knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but with Lando by your side, you were ready to face it together.

He ended the race in P2 that day, and maybe it was a coincidence, but you were probably his lucky charm.

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[straightbaittournament]

may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut

sosuke and miu:

Had very clear set-up with multiple moments showing Miu be into Sousuke (for example, someone says "when you think of someone you like, you get more power!" and Miu immediately thinks back to a time she was concerned for Sousuke in battle, and the goes "Why did I remember that!?"). However, they never actually get together despite all the build up. Miu is explicitly shown to have romantic feelings for Sosuke and Sosuke is oblivious. However it never really goes anywhere beyond hints.

norea and el5n:

One of them (Norea) was killed just after accepting a proposal to travel the world with Elan. Spoilers! Norea gets killed right as she is agreeing to El5n's plea for them to escape the war* and run away together instead of laying down their lives as replaceable tools. *(referring to it as "the war" is a oversimplification of the political conflict they're involved in, done on purpose to save time/space for this submission)  (Side note that I think should be taken into consideration in classifying the ship as straight bait: The actual main couple of the show is an f/f couple. They are engaged to be married [Update because the finale just aired today: epilogue shows them now married with their wedding rings on], they both live, & their developing relationship is a main driving force for the plot, in-part because said engagement is a very purposeful Revolutionary Girl Utena reference, because the show's head writer also wrote the novel adaptation of Utena) [END OF SPOILERS] So El5n was actually really annoying to watch for most people when he was introduced, but watching El5n and Norea annoy each other was very enjoyable, especially while they were locked in a room together (along with Nika) because any of them being out and about would be inconvenient for the faction each of them had gotten tangled up with. but then this stuff happened: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPTQR3WcAYTFpN?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPTWITWwAMfTmv?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPTzvgWYAAmRZR?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPT5C4WcAAREsC?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPUvdrWAAAnvVO?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPU_NdXoAABias?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVDdCWAAAWAl7?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVH_oWAAIX3eC?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVeJdXwAQEqWD?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVh_5WcAIQ3R7?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVnDwWcAAVwWy?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPV27AXgAEEDn_?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPWE6RXoAIsTrv?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPWPzSWIAIvgMz?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5BqufXoAEiIvL?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5BtiuXoAgKGfE?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5CsN-WYAM-_Qa?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5C626XoAAc5zl?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5DE55XgBgBdu4?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5DJS2XgAA4RkC?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5FUsSWwAcj0mI?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5NryzXsAAw3QG?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5NqLnXwAAFpr-?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5N9RUWcAEZWOZ?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5OxnvWwAMSSiQ?format=jpg&name=medium [BUDDY I DONT EVEN KNOW BUT OPEN THOSE IMAGES AT YOUR PERIL]

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Lately I'm seeing more and more of those "what race do you ID as" polls and i dunno but i can't help but feel kinda weird about them cause like, disregarding the fact that the options are usually ridiculously US-centered in terms of the concept of race (like someone in the notes of one of these polls pointed out - "native/indigenous" to WHERE? I could call myself a native/indigenous czech and it would be de facto correct lol, also some people would not consider slavs white even today), or seem to ignore the existence of massive groups of people (never seen a poll include arab or desi people for example), but mainly it's like

I dunno, maybe I've read too much about Nazi Germany but any phrase similar to "state your racial identity" creeps me the fuck out

[adxmanial]

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[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

[its-no-biggie]

you know what, im making this its own post. "consuming media" is actually an excellent phrase for several reasons

a) unobtrusive catch-all term for many activities, including but not limited to: reading books, watching movies, listening to podcasts, watching tv shows, listening to music, and reading comics. there are many ways to take in (i.e consume) different forms of art (i.e media), and having an inclusive and concise term to refer to that is useful. ive seen posts suggesting replacing "consumed" with "enjoyed" or "experienced" or "engaged with", and these are all fine and good phrases to use but none of them mean only "to take [sth] in" the way that reading/watching/consuming does. each one conveys additional meaning, which is good if thats your intention but distracting if it isnt

b) this is maybe where i risk losing people, but personally i do not associate the verb "to consume" with the noun "consumer" - at least in the usage people are talking about when drawing this comparison. a consumer is an economic entity: one who *buys* goods and services. you can be a consumer (buying books) without consuming anything (reading them). of course, there are people whose consumption of art is purely in the economic sense - people who post shopping hauls of books theyll never read, or people who pay exorbitant prices for luxury items purely because of how expensive they are. but personally ive never seen these kinds of activities described as "consuming media" - theres valid criticism to be made here about consumerism and art, but its being misdirected at people using a word that *sounds like* consumer in a completely different context. [like honestly - a lot of people who consume media arent even consumers at all 🏴‍☠️]

and c) beyond the most basic definition (to take [sth] in) and the unfortunate economic association (consumer), the verb "to consume" has EXCELLENT connotations. to consume is to devour. it is to take a piece of art and ingest it so thoroughly that it can never be separated from you. to wring out every last drop of meaning from the text, even knowing you will never be able to understand it in its entirety. to change and to be changed. theres a reason people talk about art with phrases like "i want to eat this" "i wish i could inject this into my veins" "this lives in my head rent free" - we are always searching for ways to say "i love this so much that it has become a part of me". isnt that beautiful? take my hand. lets consume media together

[nostalgia-tblr]

For anyone keeping track (no one), I have started watching the first Avengers film (MCU not the 60s TV show) but only while eating lunch so it's gonna take a while. So far Nick Fury has been assembling the Avengers (the film was initially released in the UK as Avengers Assemble - because of that 60s TV show - but it's not called that on D+ so I'm calling it what the Americans called it, just FYI) even though there's not yet anything for them to avenge as That Suit Guy (j/k I know his name too!!) isn't dead yet, and now they're on THE FUCKING VALIANT FROM DR WHO and I assume we're gonna continue assembling for a while as they're not all there yet.

MEANWHILE Loki (who is neither an alligator nor a woman in this???) is in a SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR with a bunch of his stans who are... idk something technobabble that involves irridium and anti-protons. He is there looking for the tesseract on behalf of ???? who I know will be revealed 47 films from now as... no, wait, it wasn't, was it? That was just announced on a website or something? So it could be LITERALLY ANYONE. The Avengers (in-progress) also seem to be after that thing, but I have already forgotten why everyone is wanting it, assuming it was mentioned (it probably was).

Thor hasn't shown up yet, but Arrows Hawkeye is working as a Loki Stan and there's Steve Rogers and THE HULK and The Only Woman One, whose power is that she's a Cold War assassin (??) and I think this one is the film where she gets called a cunt (!) and honestly I am not sure which of the men she's getting officially shipped with, I think Arrows Hawkeye though? Fairly sure, as the alternative is that a man and a woman like each other as people but not in a lusty way, which would never happen obviously. (Hey I may ship mostly het* pairings but I don't always like it!)

Based on the Valiant (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!) I am guessing that the film ends with Loki dying in Thor's arms romantically but then I remembered that I know it can't because one of Loki got kidnapped from... either the end of this film or the start of the next one or POSSIBLY just from a later film's time-travel bit (???) but like... maybe they've edited this film secretly and I was right after all? But nobody else has watched it on Disney + recently so nobody knows yet? IT COULD HAPPEN.

Not sure what to make of this film so far, a lot's been going on yet also not much has been going on, and the one I like best so far (Suit Guy) is gonna die (NOT EVEN IN THOR'S ARMS ROMANTICALLY) and god Iron Man really hasn't aged well now that we have that one tech billionaire being a twat in public all the time to remind us what such people tend to be like. WHERE IS THOR????

*I say het but everyone in everything is bisexual, I know this because I thought of it and announced it on tumblr and will now say "I don't make the rules" to make it an objective FACT. I don't make the rules!!!

[ranger-kellyn]

can't believe people """only"""" (bc we all know you can only talk about one singular thing and care about one thing at a time) want to talk about taylor's album and not the ever present horrors of the world. can't believe that so long as there is something bad happening in the world, we're not allowed to enjoy anything else or seek solace and refuge to give us the motivation to continue whatever fights we're fighting

[elenadoeslife]

your first love hits different

[milo-is-rambling]

My stomach hurts and I have to schedule my complaint for an hour and fourty minutes from now why must tumblr have a post limit - 10:20

[leftoversludge]

DEVASTATING: teen discovers their problems are shared by millions, yet the horrors persist