#'maybe at first but i am different now i love you'

[verycrowindeed]

Yes I'd o :3 love ya mom

Romantically? My now-ex. Platonically, my friend who was asking for advice

Many things. But most of it is just because now I have a curiosity that cannot be satisfied

I don't think so

05: What is your relationship status?

As of today, single

06: How do you want to die?

Peacefully, surrounded with people who love me

07: What did you last eat?

amburber

08: Played any sports?

Nuh uh

09: Do you bite your nails?

Nope

10: When was your last physical fight?

Idk. I don't get into these. Unless you count wrestling with my sister as a physical fight, in which case it would be a few years or smth

11: Do you like someone?

I'm assuming romantically, so no, I don't think so

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

I think??? I don't remember tbh. But that seems like something that I would do and not remember so, fair.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

I don't hate

14: Do you miss someone?

Yeah

15: Have any pets?

Like 6 or smth

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Weird. Very

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Made out, no. Kissing yes and sex... Also yes...

Yeah not proud of that one

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Kind of? Just the normal amount I think. Mom's arachnophobic so I didn't have the best example growing up

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

I think I would be tempted but I don't know if I would actually do it, i would probably ask a loopy of questions before

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

I didn't know what that word is but Google translate says kiss?

Anyways, his bed I think

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Working, probably

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

Yes I do! I think just one

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Nope unless you count ear perforations in which case I have one on each ear buf these were made to me when I was a baby so

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

History and literature,.then logic and Discrete methods which is a type of math

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

It's hard to know when I miss someone so I don't know

26: What are you craving right now?

Love.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I think so

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Not that I am aware of

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes :(

30: What’s irritating you right now?

The fact that I know it could've been better if he had done what I told him to do

31: Does somebody love you?

Many people

32: What is your favourite color?

Don't have one. I love them all

Although I really like the word "Carmesí" which means Crimson in Spanish so

33: Do you have trust issues?

I don't think so

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

A camping trip I think

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My ex

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Way too easily

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

There is no easier or harder one. They are different process and depending on the situation one might be faster than the other but it doesn't mean it's the best

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I hope it isn't, I still have so many years ahead!!!

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

15? Or 16 maybe

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Nope

51: Favourite food?

The canelones my yaya made. And also her Shephard's pie

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yeah sure. It's just that the reason isn't necessarily supernatural

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Work

54: Is cheating ever okay?

Nope

55: Are you mean?

I try not to be

56: How many people have you fist fought?

None?

57: Do you believe in true love?

Absolutely

58: Favourite weather?

Rainy

59: Do you like the snow?

I don't remember ever seeing snow irl

60: Do you wanna get married?

Not really. But I would have gotten married to him ah re dolida estaba bueno discúlpenme terminamos HOY

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

It would be weird for me but it might be cause I'm not used to hearing that term in spanish

62: What makes you happy?

My cat, insects under the sunlight, my mom, my friends, tasty food, cooking

63: Would you change your name?

Nah

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

It would sure be a hell of an emotional wreck

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

He's gay so that's weird. And also why does it specify the sex lmao

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

Yes? I don't mind what's in their pants

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

What's with the obsession with sex here. Anyways my friend who was asking for advice

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I don't think I remember

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Maybe

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Many people

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[zhelin-thames]

Hi! I absolutely adore your stories!! 💖💖💖💖 I don't know if you are taking requests (idk if this counts as one or not) but could you possibly make a part 2 of Tiny Baby Ghost?? It was so funny and cute!!

Heres part 2. I'm open for any requests, including different crossovers(ill only write them if i know the shows tho).

read part 1, part 3 is also out

Danny floated out of Pariah’s hand with a sigh, brushing green ectoplasm off his suit. “Okay, everyone just… chill for two seconds. No smiting, no world-ending threats, no awkward death stares.” He turned to Pariah and Fright Knight. “Dad, Sir Glowstick, I’ve got this.”

Pariah scowled but crossed his massive arms, radiating reluctance. Fright Knight gave a sharp, reluctant nod, fading back into the shadows. Pariah, however, loomed protectively behind Danny like a vengeful thundercloud, making the Batkids visibly tense.

Danny turned to Constantine, his hands on his hips. “Alright, magic man, what’s the ‘big emergency’? Why’d you summon me, specifically?”

Constantine, cigarette now burned down to the filter, pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re dealing with a dimensional tear. Nasty bit of magic, ancient stuff. Needs a Ghost King’s touch to fix it before it swallows half the world.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “A tear? Like, between dimensions?”

“Yes,” Superman answered, his voice calm. “It’s growing larger every hour. We believed the Ghost King would be the only one capable of sealing it.”

Danny groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I’m not the Ghost King. I’m not even remotely qualified for this. Did you not read the fine print on your summoning ritual?”

“You were summoned by name,” Wonder Woman pointed out. “Surely there is a reason the ritual chose you.”

“Yeah, the reason is: the universe loves torturing me,” Danny muttered. He began pacing, muttering under his breath. “Okay, think… dimensional tear, ghost powers… I’ve done that before, sorta…”

Jason, leaning against a table with his arms crossed, snorted. “So, what, Casper? You’re just gonna wing it?”

Danny stopped pacing and glared at him. “Do you have a better idea, Red Hood? What’re you gonna do, shoot the dimensional tear?”

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” Jason shot back, smirking. “Who knows, maybe the bullet’s haunted.”

“Is he always like this?” Danny asked, gesturing at Jason.

“Yes,” Damian said flatly. “And he’s right—your incompetence hardly inspires confidence.”

“Okay, first of all,” Danny snapped, pointing at Damian, “I’m not incompetent. Second, you’re one to talk, kid ninja.”

Damian bristled, stepping forward. “Do you truly believe you could intimidate me, ghost child?”

Danny blinked, then smirked. “Oh, I don’t need to intimidate you.” He snapped his fingers, and his ectoplasmic energy surged, making Damian’s cape float dramatically behind him. The youngest Wayne’s eyes widened before he quickly turned to look at his cape, trying to snatch it down.

Jason doubled over laughing. “That’s perfect! Oh man, I think I like you, kid.”

“Enough,” Batman growled, cutting through the banter. “If you know how to fix the dimensional tear, we need to act now.”

Danny sighed. “Fine. I’ll try something. But no promises this works, because I am not the king.”

“You keep saying that,” Nightwing said, tilting his head. “If you’re not the king, why does the summoning work for you?”

Danny hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Pariah, who was watching silently, his expression unreadable. “Because technically…” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m… uh… kinda the ‘heir.’ Sorta. By accident.”

Jason whistled. “You’re the heir to the Ghost King? That’s hilarious.”

“It’s not hilarious!” Danny snapped, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s a massive headache!”

“You have no idea how hard it is to get through high school when random cults keep summoning you to fix their magical problems!” Danny continued. “And now I’ve got Batdad over here grilling me like I’m some supervillain, and Red Riding Hood cracking jokes, and Damian ‘Stabby McSword’ Wayne calling me incompetent! I’m doing my best, okay?”

Jason tried and failed to suppress a laugh at “Stabby McSword,” while Damian’s scowl deepened.

Danny huffed, spinning back to Constantine. “Where’s this tear? Show me, and I’ll try to patch it up. But I’m not promising anything. And when this is over, you’re sending me back home. I’ve got a chem test tomorrow.”

Constantine muttered something about “teenagers” and gestured, summoning a glowing portal. “This way, then.”

Later, at the dimensional tear:

The tear was massive, swirling with chaotic energy that sent Danny’s ectoplasm buzzing uncomfortably. He floated closer, squinting at it. “Oh yeah, this is bad. Super bad. But… I think I can close it. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Batman asked, his voice sharp.

“Well, unless someone else here has experience closing portals between dimensions,” Danny shot back, “I’m your best shot.”

Damian stepped forward, his expression skeptical. “And if you fail?”

“Then we all die,” Danny said bluntly. “So how about you zip it and let me work, okay, Junior Ninja?”

Jason snickered in the background. “Man, I hope he sticks around. This is the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

Danny ignored the bickering Batkids, focusing his energy. With a deep breath, he reached out toward the tear, letting his ghost core resonate with the chaotic energy. The others watched in tense silence as ectoplasmic tendrils extended from his hands, wrapping around the edges of the tear.

“It’s… working,” Constantine muttered, his eyes wide.

Danny gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his brow as the tear began to shrink. “Just… a little more…”

With one final surge of energy, the tear sealed shut, leaving behind only a faint green shimmer. Danny staggered back, panting. “There. Done. Crisis averted.”

Superman smiled. “You did well, Danny.”

Danny waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t call me again unless it’s an actual emergency. I’ve got enough stress in my life.”

Damian stepped forward, arms crossed. “You were adequate. Barely.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks, mini-Batman.”

Jason clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re alright, kid. If you ever want to ditch Ghost Dad and hang out, give me a call.”

“Pass,” Danny said dryly, rubbing his temple. “I think one Jason Todd is enough for the multiverse.”

[tojisteddy]

After Care with Toji.

cw: no use of ‘y/n’ I use ‘[+]’, depicting after care (obviously), sub space, softdom!toji, fluff, dom/sub dynamics, treading the line of dd/lg (anyone could digest this), pet names (baby, doll, mama, ma), it’s LONG (idk how many words, I know know it’s LONG), toji is the sweetest bf ever.

Toji knew your limits. He knew just how much he could push and pull, throw you around until you were delirious. And he knew when you were fucked out of your mind, when you couldn’t think properly, you who’d only knew how to moan and spew gibberish.

He’d had half of his manhood in you, slowly sliding out of your gushing cunt as he looked down at your ravished body. He had hickies and bite marks from the top of your neck to your toes, both of juices on your stomach down an absolute mess coming from both of your thighs. He adored the sight of it.

He gently lifted your chin to look at him, your eyes kept wandering around, “no, no, look at me mama, focus.” His voice was gentle but it was a command.

It sorta sounded like God was calling you, maybe the pearly gates were opening. You wouldn’t have minded.

“Where’s yer head at? Tell me.” He always asked when you were blissed out.

You couldn’t verbally answer though. You reached for the back of his knee and tapped. Once, twice, three times. Toji’d known from the first tap alone you were calling it quits, he sat you up on the pillows. Running to go get a damp towel or two to clean you off.

“Such a good girl f’ me today Doll. Did so well.”

You hiccuped, rubbing your face that was once full of tears. “Really?”

Fuck, you were so damn cute like this.

“Course mama,” he lifted your hand and kissing your knuckles and intertwined your fingers, “Loved bein with you. You love it too?”

“Course papa.” You replied, using his same sweet tone.

The ends of his lips curved up, leaving a quick kiss at your temple, “Yer so sweet baby.”

You hadn’t even realized when Togi finished cleaning you up and had sat you up, legs dangling off the bed. You felt his fingers going into your hair.

“I-I can take care ‘f myself Toji.”

“Sure you can ma, but not right now. Let me help you.”

Togi was consistent with after care. It was something he learned how to do after being with so many women, to look out for them. Help them clean up, get them properly conscious, relaxed.

It was different with you, though.

Not that he wasn’t a fan of it already, but after pushing you to your limit, manhandling you every which way known to man, forcing you to take everything he had— he loved taking care of you. To the point that even when his dick K.O’ed you into darkness, you’d wake up at 3 am, the moonlight slithering it’s way into the your shades bedroom through the curtains. You’d sit all the way up, rubbing your tired eyes to find yourself completely wiped down, in one of Toji’s sweatshirts that hung off him just right but gave you sweater paws, a pair of underwear and a scarf to protect your hair because he knew you’d be grumbling all morning if you woke up with out.

He didn’t mind because he loved you.

You, who never asked too much of him or pushed him too hard. You, who felt every need to be independent, and he had to teach you to rely on him. You, who had every wall built up as far as the eye can see, worse than him— it was Toji who broke every one of them down, breaking his own in the process.

Yes, you were his play thing in the bedroom, a messy girl, his slut— but everywhere else, you were his baby, his gorgeous girl, cute future mamma to his kids, his lover.

Oh how he absolutely adored you.

“What’ddya wanna do, huh? Take a drive, eat, a bath?” He had put your curls up with one of the silk scrunchies you left lying around, leaving peppering kisses on the back of your neck.

“A bath.” You mumbled.

“Yeah?” He carefully rubbed your hips, thankfully they didn’t bruise this time.

“Go on, take a shower first ‘nd I’ll meet you there. You know what to do.”

With a pat to your ass, you were off. Legs wobbly from so much action.

Toji took care of everything. From changing the sheets, lighting candles, playing whatever music you wanted to hear to wind down, running the overly hot bath water with bubbles, just how you liked it. Whatever you wanted at the moment, Toji would give it to you. He loved how reliant you were when you were blissed out.

He liked it when you were completely relaxed, completely trusting of him with not a care in the world. Your only focus was him and being with him. He also loved being needed by you, how you were like two peas in a pod— both of you needing each other.

You pressed your head on the cool tile of the shower, closing your eyes as the soap and water ran down your body. It felt soooo nice against your skin.

“Oi, if yer tired sit on the hinoki!”

He snapped you out of whatever trance you were in with the wall, but you closed your eyes again with a scuff, “fuck off… ‘m not tired… You’re fuckin tired.”

Toji chuckled, setting both of your pajamas on the bathroom counter and then joining you under the hot water.

“You talkin shit?” An amused look on his face, leaning down closer to see you. As if he wasn’t already following your every move, just to make sure you were safe on your own.

“You get in my face… talkin- talkin ‘bout me… you’rrre the one yellin. Yoouu must be tired.” You slurred out, a grin forming on your face.

“ ‘S that right?”

“ ‘M always righ—”

You yelped out, Tojis devious fingers immediately going to your tummy, your arm pits— anywhere he knew he could get a bustle of laughter out of you. At the best and worst times, Toji was a literal tickle monster. He could get anything out of you that way.

“That’s— haha- you’re cheating! Ah! Hehee- you cheater!”

“Come on! I know yer tired, I’ll stop if you sit.”

“Oh, come awn!”

Without another word, Toji had you trapped between his body and the tile wall of the shower, tickling you so much it hurt.

You groaned, still giggling up a storm, slapping his large arms that held you, “Damn it! I give! I give!”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his fingers were off of you body, taking your hand and guiding you to the hinoki.

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Whatever.”

It did feel better, your legs had been contorted in every in every way imaginable. Above his head, above your head, spread out from the Atlantic Ocean to the pacific. It felt good to take a rest.

Your eyes trailed up Toji’s body, skin riddled with scratch marks from his arms to his back, a few hickies on his neck, water cascading down his toned muscles, chiseled cheek bones—

“You starin mama?”

Toji hummed to himself, he loved when your eyes were on him. They were so pretty to him, especially when you were in the sun and he could really get a look at them. Like two Hershey kisses staring back at his green ones.

“Look so cute when you blush.”

“Shut up! You can’t even see it!”

He couldn’t, your brown skin didn’t let it peek through.

But it was in the way your eyes immediately went else where, unconsciously going to feel your heated cheeks or even trying to hide your face that had a small toothy smile— so fucking cute.

“Is the bath done?” Your eyes going to the tub a few feet away back to Toji who was washing his body with a wash cloth.

“Course, but you always fall asleep in there Doll ‘nd I told you I don’t like. It’s not safe.”

“I’ve never fallin asleep in there!”

His eyes met yours, eyebrow raised. Try it [+], I dare you.

“Maybe once.”

He shook his head, going back to washing his body. Unbelievable.

“More than once.” It came out more like a question even though you knew the answer to it.

Toji peered down at you, your eyes back at the tub. The steam was rising from the water, bubbles floating to and fro in the water. Slowly disappearing. Then your eyes went back to him. Big brown doe eyes, a tilt of your head and the cherry on top; a pout on your two tone lips. Not two big, not too small- just enough to push.

You were hell.

How could he say no when you were looking up at him like that.

“Fine- fuck baby, take your time!”

You slipped twice getting to the tub. Once because of how wet your foot was because of the water and another time because your legs felt exactly like the water under your foot. If it weren’t for the bath, you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Now you would be able to, a little limp like you worked out (I mean you probably could consider what you did an hour ago a workout) but you’d be able to!

Toji was right there with you, towel in his lap just barely covering his manhood, sitting on the hinoki and washing his hair. Talking to you about anything from the lunch you packed him last week to the new sake he wanted to try. You loved it, Toji’s voice was like a melody, deep, scratchy because of all the cigarettes yet smooth— a shot of whiskey.

“Scoot.”

You moved forward so Toji could sit behind you, it was his spot whenever you took baths together. After care or not. He loved getting to hold you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, leaving kisses at every place he left a hickey, maybe placing one or two new ones there.

Tonight was quiet, The Light In by Lana playing. You really were tired, unwilling to fight it but at peace— right where you needed to be. Toji was rubbing your arms, your thighs, your shoulders, just in the right places— he had some godly hands. Toji looked at you, who was completely slumped, your head resting against the tub, your long lashes slowly meeting each again and again.

“Ready for bed?”

“Mmm.”

You don’t know how, or when but by the time you’d realized— Toji had you in bed, teeth brushed, pajamas and scarf on and was rubbing the small of your back. Whispering how you did so well for him, how good you were, his adorable baby— a total sweetheart.

“Love you papa.” You mumbled, drifting off without a second thought.

Toji smiled, taking in your gorgeous face one more time before closing his eyes.

“Love you too mama.”

[lazysoulwriter]

What Love is Supposed to Feel Like. - Pedro Pascal.

requested! hope u really like it. and remember: to be loved is to be respected.

The film set was buzzing with quiet activity as the crew prepared for the next scene. You sat in a chair off to the side, scrolling through your phone mindlessly, until a notification lit up the screen.

Your stomach dropped. It was a DM—from him.

"I cheated on you two times and you keep coming back. Do I need to do it a third time for you to develop some self-respect?"

A sharp inhale caught in your throat. Your hands trembled as you stared at the message, disbelief warring with the dull ache of betrayal. You thought you had gotten past this. Thought that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But no. He had done it again. And this time, he was mocking you for staying.

"Hey."

Pedro's voice was warm, gentle. You hadn't noticed him approaching, but now he crouched down beside you, his eyes flicking between your face and the phone in your grip. "What’s going on?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words lodged in your throat. Tears blurred your vision as you exhaled shakily. Without thinking, you handed him the phone. He read the message, and the softness in his expression hardened into something else. Anger. Concern.

"You don’t deserve this," he murmured, setting your phone down on the table next to you. His hand found yours, grounding you. "You hear me? No one deserves this. Especially not you."

A tear slipped down your cheek. Pedro sighed, squeezing your hand before tugging you into a hug. It wasn’t rushed or awkward—just warm and steady, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. Like safety.

"He's an asshole," Pedro muttered into your hair. "And I swear, if I ever see him—"

A watery laugh escaped you. "You’d fight my ex for me?"

"Absolutely," he said without hesitation, pulling back just enough to look at you. "But more importantly, I’d remind you every day that you deserve better."

Months later, you realized just how right he was.

You sat curled up on Pedro’s couch, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as the soft hum of music filled the space. He absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, his touch soothing and familiar. The past felt like a distant memory, a chapter closed.

"You seem happy," he mused, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You turned to him, heart swelling at the warmth in his gaze. "I am."

His smile was slow, teasing. "Think it has anything to do with me?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny it. "Maybe just a little."

Pedro chuckled, his fingers tilting your chin up before kissing you—slow and sweet, like he had all the time in the world to remind you how loved you were.

And for the first time in a long time, you knew you had found something real.

One evening, as you both sat on the balcony of his apartment, watching the city lights twinkle below, he turned to you with a serious expression. "Do you ever think about him anymore?"

You sighed, looking out at the skyline. "Not in the way I used to. There were nights where I’d lie awake, wondering what I did wrong. Why I wasn’t enough. But now... now I know it was never about me. It was about him. His choices. His flaws. Not mine."

Pedro nodded, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. "I’m glad you see that. Because you are more than enough. And anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve you."

Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. They were from gratitude. Happiness. You leaned into him, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. "Thank you," you whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "For what?"

"For showing me what love is supposed to feel like."

Pedro's arms tightened around you. "Anytime, mi amor. Anytime."

[texacilian89]

Once again suuuuuuper late to party, please forgive me! Thank you @fussygekko and @obsessedobsesser for tagging me!! 🥰🥰😘😘

Last song: “Waterloo” by ABBA 😂. We were discussing Aziracrow-coded ABBA songs on Bluesky and I threw in “Waterloo”. Then it made me want to listen to it, so I did.

Favorite color: Glow-in-the-dark. If I can get something in glow-in-the-dark I will 100% choose that above anything else. I’m like a little kid with light up shoes with glow-in-the-dark stuff. Aside from that, I’d say yellow or black. But really any color that’s not pink or orange. Those are no-gos.

Last book: It’s been a minute since I’ve read anything other than AO3 (thank you, fanfic writers!!), but… I’m currently going through my audiobooks on Nazi Germany and listening to a Goebbles biography. It’s as disturbing as it sounds. (Should probably state that as a History major I am firmly in the “those who don’t remember know their history are doomed to repeat it” camp. I’d shout KNOW THE SIGNS, but I fear it’s too late. But KNOW THE SIGNS!!!)

Last movie: Probably Steel Magnolias. Just rewatched it and 9 to 5. Because Dolly.

Last TV show: Not counting my true crime shows, that’d have to “Modern Family”. Binged it for the first time and it’s hilarious. I love it. If we’re counting true crime shows, then “Death by Fame”.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Big lover of sweet and savory. I don’t have a preference between the two as it depends on my mood, but spicy is not something that exists in my world. I am a total wimp when it comes to spice. Like think of the least spicy food and that’s too much for me.

Last thing I searched online: The last thing I searched online was actually all the pride flags and their meanings. Given the current political climate, I decided to make friendship bracelets in the different pride flag colors to give to people because fuck those assholes, y’all do matter. End speech. (Also hit me up if you want one.)

Current obsession: Current obsession is definitely Good Omens and the always lovely Sheenbergtennants. I wouldn’t call it an obsession necessarily, but maybe a slight hyper-fixation that’s Good Omens adjacent would be medieval marginalia and the peen tree. And I aim to make that everyone’s problem. 😆😆

Looking forward to: Right now it’s just Good Omens 3, “David Tennant Does a Podcast With…” season 3 (WAHOO!!!), and an as yet undecided vacay. And also, in the immediate future, going home to cuddle the furbabies.

People I’d like to get to know better: Honestly, all of y’all. I’m still not as active on here as I am other places (most of my clowning is on bsky, come join!). If you see this and you haven’t done it, please do it (if you want)!

Welp, that got a little dark and serious in parts. Guess that’s what I get for doing this post-inauguration. 😬😬 Promise I’m not usually such a morose person.

Ten people i’d like to know better

Thanks for the tag @hermiola

last song: one of the songs I loved most lately is 'In The Modern World' by Fontaines D.C.

favourite colour: blue

last book: that is not fanfic? 😂 The last book I've read is Persuasion (and yes, it was my first time). I'm currently reading Emma and a very Italian book written by the same awesome author who tagged me for this game (@hermiola 💜)

last movie: I can't tell you the last 'new' movie I watched at the cinema because I'm a bit ashamed (it's a Xmas movie made by two Italian youtubers, but what don't we do for our kids?). Last movie I watched on my couch, though, is Underworld: Rise of the Lycans (and yes, I don't feel fine about it 🤣)

last TV show: I'm watching THERE SHE GOES for the first time and I've just re-watched Around the world in 80 days. I'm also currently re-watching Scrubs and Staged with my husband (his first time, he's loving it 😂). Last 'new' show I've watched and finished is probably Dead Boy Detectives, though. Oh, I'm also currently re-watching Good Omens. Like constantly, always.

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury

last thing i searched online: holiday vacation destinations for next summer (because the kids, again, you know 😃)

current obsession: Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens-Good Omens. Probably, also the whole M+D world (so, Staged too, apparently) 😂

looking forward to: those fu**ing pictures of Michael and David with dyed hair.

ten people i’d like to know better: (no pressure tags 🤩)

@anatomic-girl @ineffablerainstorm @somewhere-in-wales @captainblou @firephoenix2305 @phoen1xr0se @sunrisesinthesuburbs @bellisima-writes @yokohamama @missunderstoodlyrics

[lilimaginebean]

five days - 五日

synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

note: hi, hope you enjoy this part and thanks for the support :))

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🥀 Day 2

"Are you a Bastard München fan?" you asked Kaiser during a break in the session.

He frowned at your question. You thought it was a normal question because he was wearing a team shirt.

"Well, I guess I can say I'm a bit of a fan," he admitted with a shrug, "Have you seen any of their matches?"

"I'm not a fan, so no, never. The only time I watch something of that is during the World Cup," you admitted.

It had been 3 weeks since the last session. Although you'd never admit it, you'd been counting the days until you'd see Kaiser again. But you weren't the only one, Kaiser, being the fool and loser that he was, had also been eagerly awaiting this day. Too bad today's training was too long, so he was unable to take a proper shower and dress up for you. So he entered your studio in his uniform, sweaty and with a messed-up haircut.

"It looks good on you," you admitted, unaware that Kaiser was blushing and trying to cover it up with his hand.

Like last time, he sat there whistling to the song. How could he act as if nothing had happened? When you told him to "shoot" his question, you didn't expect it to hit you like a real bullet. Obviously, you refused his request. The reason? You barely knew him, and you excused yourself by saying you had a busy schedule.

"Isn't it strange?" you finally asked him, "I mean, I rejected you..."

"Oh Liebling you didn't reject me. You rejected my plan, know the difference. You didn't even reject my plan, you said you couldn't because you were busy last month. Lucky for me, it's a new month, right?"

You couldn't keep a straight face at his sly comments.

"But be honest... Why did you turn it down? You said it was because you were overworked, but every time I passed by the studio you were eating your lame veggie sandwich or talking to your clients," Kaiser commented with a grin.

You put your hand to your heart and pretend to be offended by such accusations.

"Okay, first of all, veggie sandwiches cannot be lame. Secondly, I was really busy, apparently you just caught me on my break. And last but not least, we only met a few hours ago before you asked me that. I don't know anything about you, maybe you're a criminal," you said, trying to defend your poor excuse and the veggie sandwiches you used to make so lovingly.

"Oh, that could be so easily solved, Liebling. I am a Bastard München fan, as you can see, and my work might be related to that. My hometown is Berlin. I love crusty bread, dogs and winter. And in my spare time I take long showers, read, think about myself, and when I'm motivated I think about who I'd like to kill," he said unperturbed.

You just stopped doing everything to process all the information he gave to you.

"Well, I wasn't so wrong to think you were a criminal," you said, and took your job back.

"You're too beautiful to be killed, don't worry Liebling, my thoughts of you are anything but killing you," he said confidently, you giggled.

“Oh, how lucky I must be”

“You have no idea” he assured “What about you?”

"Well, as you can see, I work here. I love autumn, promenading and those mouse shaped sweets from the sweet shop. In my spare time I like to stay in my small but cosy apartment. And... we have just finished this session," you said as you stood up and stretched a little.

"You are really talented," Kaiser said smirking at you while admiring the new part of the tattoo

"Tell me something I don’t know. Come on, I have an another appointment in 5 minutes"

You escorted Kaiser to the exit, where he put his black cap and face mask back on. Before he left, he stared at you for a few seconds.

"Now that we know more about each other, would you like to go out with me? Come on Liebling, you know the best way to get to know another person is to go out, you can't expect to know me in just an hour" Kaiser asked as he opened the door

How could he be so convincing? Maybe you weren't sure about the date the last time, but today you really were. Still, you could be a bit of a teaser, and maybe you wanted to see if Kaiser was really interested in you.

"The last time you asked me, you were dressed as the owner of five clubs, and today you ask me out dress like that. Come on, where is this spoilt brat? Michael Kaiser, you can do better," you admitted, giving him a bold look.

He chuckled under his mask.

"You really do have high standards, don't you? Don't worry Liebling, next time you won't have any excuse to refuse me. Trust me".

[cielito--lindo]

why didn't you call

wc: 1.4k

parings: bakugou katsuki x reader, some iida tenya x reader

a/n and warnings: aged!up au, prohero!reader, afab!reader, swearing, angst and a small amount of fluff, maybe eventual smut??

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

You had so many thoughts swirling around your head, you didn’t know where to start until you heard Iida clear his throat. 

“Oh my god, Iida” You cringed “I am so so sorry.” You started to apologize, but Iida covered your hands with his, giving you a small smile.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, you didn’t do anything wrong” He reassured you “There was no way you would know he’d be here, you aren’t psychic.” Well, not completely, you muttered internally. “I could ask the staff if they could package our meals to go, if you’d like?” 

You swear you felt your insides melt a little “Tenya, that’s really sweet of you, but I’m okay.” You held up your water glass in front of you “Let’s not let this ruin a perfectly wonderful date.” 

The tips of Iida’s ears began to turn pink and he clinked his glass against yours “To a wonderful first date.” 

The nice thing about your ex crashing your first date is that the worst thing that could happen happened! As much as you enjoyed yourself, you couldn’t help shake the feeling that you were being watched. Once your meals were finished, you had decided to call it a night. Iida rushed over to help you out of your seat and slip on your coat, his hands slightly lingering. “Did you drive?” 

“Oh, I took an uber, actually. I don’t actually own a car.” You admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“Not owning a car in the city is perfectly understandable” He tucked your hand into the crook of his arm. Don’t feel up his bicep, don’t feel up his bicep. “Especially since we are fortunate enough to live in a city with efficient public transportation.” He rattled off statistics regarding public transport in different cities as you walked outside the restaurant. “Oh, I’m rambling, aren’t I?” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

You grinned at him “Fortunately for you, Iida, I don’t mind rambling.”

His blush grew darker as you both approached the parking lot. “I’d be more than happy to take you home, if you’d like.”

“Ac-”

“You can fuckin’ forget about it, Four Eyes.” 

This is the moment you realized that you were not one of God’s favorites because what the actual fuck. You quickly reared around “Excuse you, this is a two person conversation that you aren’t a part of.”

Bakugou grinned at you, gleaming sharp teeth on display “Oh, I’m making myself apart of it, Space Case. I’m taking you home.” 

You rolled your eyes and turned back to Iida “I appreciate the offer, but I already had a return car ordered.” You squeezed his hand hoping the lie was convincing enough.

Iida lowered his head, leaning in to whisper “Are you sure you’ll be alright? It’s no trouble.” He watched Bakugou out of the corner of his eye.

You smiled and pecked him on the cheek, loving the immediate blush you caused “I’m a big girl, Tenya. I can handle Hot Head over there.” 

“What the fuck did you call me?!” 

Iida gave your hand one last squeeze before leaving. Taking a deep breath, you rolled your shoulders back. “What exactly is your problem, huh?” You strode toward him, pulling him into a discreet alleyway, away from the prying eyes of the public. “Six months no contact and you decided to crash my night?!”

He let out an indignant laugh, leaning against the brickwall as he crossed his arms in front of him. “Yeah, six months no contact and you decided to fuck Lighting McQueen?”

“First of all, we aren’t fucking, this was our first date!” You rolled your eyes “Secondly, you are literally on a date! Right now!” It was Bakugou’s turn to roll his eyes “Pot meet fuckin’ kettle.” It felt like your chest was on fire, a part of you just wanted to absolutely kick his ass. How could he be such a damn hypocrite?? “You moved on, Bakugou!” You all but yelled “It’s my turn now, I get to go out too.”

Bakugou’s taunting smile vanished, his eyes trained on the floor in front of him, “It’s not real.” He muttered so lowly that you couldn’t hear what he said, only noticing his lips moving.

You let out an exasperated grunt and crossed your arms in front of you, god you didn’t have time for this.

He flicked his gaze up to meet yours “It’s not real.” He gritted out “It’s a stupid PR stunt.”

You just wanted to go back home, crawl under the covers, and forget about everything that’s just happene-PAUSE.

“A...what?” So this is what it feels like to have all the wind knocked out of you.

“I'm not fuckin’ repeating myself. My stupid ass manager thought it would be a great idea; get me back into the public eye or whatever. So they hired that bitch model from my folk’s campaign and paraded us around in public.”

You didn’t even notice you had started to pace until you felt Bakugou reach out to stop you. His touch felt like an electric current running through your veins. You had forgotten how big Katsuki was, forgotten how much his touch felt like home. “I don’t want her. I’ve never even liked her.” You could feel his calloused thumb stroking soothing circles on your skin, a habit so ingrained in his mind it came as easily as breathing. 

You could feel yourself leaning into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as you breathed in the citrusy-spicy scent of the cologne you had bought him one year for his birthday. 

NO, NOPE, GOD DAMN IT. Your eyes snapped open and wretched your arm away from the spiky blonde.

He let you go with a frustrated noise “Look, I didn’t mean to crash your..date.” He sneered, the word left a sour taste in his mouth. “The fuckin’ agency made the reservation and I would’ve changed it in a heartbeat, if I knew you were going to be here. Kirishima mentioned something about it, but I just shut him up. He keeps bringing you up a-and...” His voice faltered for a minute. It didn’t help that you were just standing there, staring at him, feeling like the too close walls of the alleyway suffocating you. “And I didn’t want to hear it. It was clear you didn't want anything to do with me, so I gave you what you wanted." Static filled your ears, oh my god, am I going into shock? “Fuck, say something!”

“Y-you never called. Why didn’t you call?” was all you managed to say. You used to have a whole script planned out in your head when you had first left, expecting him to find you with his tail between his legs. But the rehearsed words stayed stuck in your throat, not budging, no matter how badly you wanted to scream it at him.

“Because you’re the one who left me!” Katsuki cried out, his voice worn and tired.

You hadn’t noticed the heavy bags under his eyes or the way his, once perfect posture, suffered. “You were there one day and then gone the next and I-I..” You’ve never heard Katsuki’s voice sound like this before, he sounded so...defeated. “It was like you were never there.” 

Time stood still as your eyes couldn’t separate from each other. 

This was not the Katsuki Bakugou you left all those months before, he was...you opened your mouth to speak, but the harsh ring of his cellphone cut you off.

He answered with a roaring “WHAT?”

“‘Sukiiii! Where are you? The paps won’t take my picture without you!” You heard a cooing voice from the other line. Right. His date. Who wasn’t actually his date. But technically is? 

“Just shut the fuck up-” You could hear him growl into the phone. This wasn’t how you thought you’d ever confront Katsuki, you had a whole elaborate plan. You didn't account for...fuck, whatever this was.

I just want to get out of here. A rush of cold flowed through you as you looked down to see darkness creeping up your arms, your quirk Dark Side often manifested itself during your heightened emotions. You sighed with relief and let your body be consumed by the cold night. 

“No! Baby, wait! Please!”

Red eyes. Scarred skin. Cold. Burnt caramel. Finally, an all consuming quiet. Rest.

well. i honestly don't know how i felt writing this part. i had to literally act this out alone in my room because i had such a hard time visualizing it. but here we are. if anyone is willing to let me bounce ideas off of them i would greatly appreciate it

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anyway, if y'all liked it pls let me know and if you didn't...pls don't let me know.

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[pedriache]

Lover, you should’ve come over 𖦹 Pedri González !

summary. maybe pedri was too immature when your relationship had started. he hadn’t treated it like a fragile thing that could break if mistreated. but now, almost a year after breaking up… he would give anything and everything just to roll over in the morning and place a kiss upon your shoulder. but first, he had to make things right.

wc. 790+

disclaimers. angst. hurt/w little comfort. hopefully ending/open ending.

notes. i love you jeff buckley.. sorry i didn’t do this justice i found this in the drafts and decided to get it over w and out of my drafts..

Pedri’s knee bounced rampantly. His heel connecting with the concrete sidewalk for a fraction of a second before lifting off. He was so nervous, sweat beads forming on his brow as he looked down the narrow path that he knew you’d appear in any moment.

The wind was chipping sway the false front of calmness he’d tried to put on, though it’d only lasted twenty minutes before his knee wasn’t just bouncing out of sheer coldness.

He’d called you the night prior, his voice shaky with nerves. You’d only let out a long, defeated sigh before agreeing to meet with him the following morning before work.

When your figure appeared around the corner of bushes, his posture straightened, eyes fixing on your every move. Your gaze drifted over him assentingly before easing yourself down onto the bench beside him.

You weren’t quite sure if you wanted to be here. In all honesty, you weren’t quite sure why you’d even bothered. Maybe it was his tone of voice, the one that always had you giving in and forgiving him. Maybe it was the lingering ache in your chest from his absence.

Or, maybe it was the simple fact that there was a chance you’d get closure.

“Hey.” He murmured, hands wound tightly together on his lap. His knee slowed its bouncing and his eyes finally met yours, soft and sorrowful.

Your lips pulled into a thin line, exhaling through your nose. Then, you relaxed onto the park bench, crossing one leg over the other. “I’m not gonna bother to pretend to be happy to see you, Pedri. Just tell me what you couldn’t over the phone.”

Pedri flinched at your words, but other than that he didn’t give way to the emotions rattling through his mind and soul.

“I know, I don’t expect you too.” He sighed slowly, “I’m sorry. I am sorry.” He held eye contact as he spoke, like he was trying to drill it into you.

“I messed up, I was immature, selfish, I didn’t realize what I was doing until you left.” The Canarian man ran a hand through his dark brown locks of hair, stopping only to drag down his face and fall back into his lap. “I loved you, even when I didn’t show it. I love you, even when you’d left. And I love you still, even when I know I ruined any chance of—“

Everything he’d said after that was muffled.

Loved, love, love.

That was all you’d heard. All you needed to hear to have the walls of anger and resentment crumble. You were weak. So, so, devastatingly weak.

Your hands, which had been stuffed into the pocket of your coat that shielded you from the bitter cold, slipped out. With a mind of their own, they found Pedris—which were still gripping each other.

He stopped talking, eyes snapping to yours. What he found wasn’t annoyance for his rambling, but something different. Something tender. Something fragile but sweet.

“Pedri..” You whisper, forehead crinkling as you took in everything he said. You didn’t know what to say, your mouth parting and closing yet nothing came out.

Pedri’s hands unfurled, moving to wrap around yours. The warmth of his touch relieving your cold fingers. “I don’t expect you to forgive me yet. I don’t want you to. I will earn it. I will do everything, anything, to get to that point. I want to prove to you that I love you, that you can trust me.”

Your eyes fell, closing as you took in a sharp breath. “We can start slow. I’ll call you when I am ready. Not now, maybe not even in a week. But, I will call. And I will come over, and we will figure something out.” But right now? Right now, you needed time to think. To decide if this was even a good idea to contemplate.

Your mother would need to warm up to the idea of her seeing Pedri again. Her father would be ecstatic, though guarded. Her siblings.. well, who knew with them.

And you? You couldn’t ignore the spark in your skin at the idea of waking up to him again, nor could you ignore the way your brain screamed with mistrust.

For now, though, you would take a week. Let yourself grow comfortable with the idea, and you would try. Because if anything, you loved the man more than anything in the world. Even though he hurt you, even though it had taken you months to get on your feet.

The quiet conviction in his eyes when he told you he would be better was more than enough convincing for you.

“I would wait a lifetime for you.” Pedri spoke, lifting your knuckles to his lips.

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[eybefioro]

I was part of the #EveryFrameOfEden!! @gomensframes (go follow them it's awesome 💛)

This is frame 365! You can watch it (Slow and Fast version) or visit the website :D

(Timelapse and ramblings under the cut as usual!)

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

I. Am. So. Happy.

Doing this was fucking awesome. I hope I can do it again!!

So, you will see me tracing over at first. I did because I wanted to get the general placement of everything as close as I could, so I wouldn't be out of place with the frame before and after me – but everything else I did by myself. I know that doesn't sound like something special, but it is for me, bc this was the first time that I tried doing something more... huh, realistic? Not cartoonish? Anyway, it was something new, and for a first time I think it looks very good.

(BTW I know this is not realistic, but is as close as I ever got as painting something that way)

I had soooooo many ideas before I settled on this one. Making a punk fem!Azi with a snake earring, demon!azi, another princess angel cake, a cartoonist biblical angel with many eyes in various cartoon styles around, making an azi that is being built by many different floating parts, and so on... but in the end I went for a statue!Azi.

The idea was that Aziraphale really tries to be stern and "perfect" and angelic, be this statue, but he can't help but slowly let his inner self show. Everything around him is as monochromatic as him, but inside him there's a whole universe, a uniqueness that he shouldn't have.

That was cool in theory but then... making it work was hard.

I am not good at shadow and light. I understand it in theory but I don't have that much practice, and less so with making it look "realistic". But I thought. "I am basically copying the frame, what can go wrong?"

FAMOUS LAST WORDS.

This was so difficult to make it look nice 🤣 It was even worse bc I decided to make CURLS and FEATHERS. YALL. if you ever need proof that I torture myself here it is.

I had to zoom in and slowly built every part of this, trying to give it volume (and failing) only using the grey scale and gosh. I had a enormous admiration for artists like @/theonevoice (that go for a realistic look) before but now I... I don't even know.

I soldiered on, thinking that it was looking horrible 90% of the time and it worked. So. Yeah. It was an incredible exercise and I learned A LOT LOT. I figured stuff out as I went, and even if I am complaining, I loved it. It was great to see it coming together, and to slowly understand more how this works.

I also have to thank @elenthyaolyenths AGAIN because she's an actual angel. I was talking to her about this and asking for advice and (together with enduring my ramblings) she also made me think more about what I wanted to do, and suggested to increase the amount of cracks and that was just *perfect*. Thank tou so much Elen you're awesome 💛💛💛 (I still can't believe you're my friend and that you're so willing to share your knowledge with me aaaaa)

Maybe I should draw more Aziraphales in the future, I still like many of my initial ideas for this one :D

[kathlare]

snowbound accord

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In a snow-dusted Finnish town, Lando and Amelie share a lighthearted moment that tests Lando's comfort zone in an unexpected way.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: none

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January 15th, 2025 - Lapland, Finland

The crisp January air bit at Lando's cheeks as he sat in the driver's seat of their rented car, parked outside a modest supermarket in a small Finnish town. Snow blanketed the ground, and the faint glow of the streetlights reflected off the icy roads. Lando drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing over at Amelie, who sat in the passenger seat with a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

—Why do I have to go in?— he asked, his voice tinged with both amusement and exasperation. —You’re the one who said we’re out.—

Amelie turned to him, her dark eyes twinkling with amusement. She adjusted her scarf, her curls falling over her shoulder. —Because, Lan, it’s your fault we ran out in the first place. You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me.—

Lando groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. —Oh, come on! You’re just as guilty.—

—True,— she admitted with a shrug, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. —But I’m not the one who’s embarrassed to walk into a store and buy condoms. So… off you go.—

He turned to her with a pleading look. —Ames, it’s freezing out there. And you know people are going to recognize me. Do you have any idea how awkward that’s going to be?—

—Not my problem,— she said sweetly, folding her arms across her chest. —Unless you want to go without tonight.—

Lando’s eyes widened, and he sat up straighter. —You’re bluffing.—

—Try me,— Amelie said, raising an eyebrow. Her voice was calm, but the playful challenge in her expression made it clear she wasn’t kidding.

Lando stared at her, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. He knew Amelie well enough to realize she wasn’t bluffing. She leaned back in her seat, her lips twitching as she tried to hold back a smug smile, and he let out an exaggerated groan.

—Fine! You win. But if anyone asks me for a photo while I’m holding them, I’m blaming you.—

—Deal,— she said breezily, reaching over to pat his thigh. —Now go on, lover boy. The sooner you go, the sooner we can get back to the hotel.— Her voice dropped slightly, her tone suddenly more sultry. —And the sooner we can finish what we started.—

Lando shot her a look, a mix of irritation and amusement, as he unbuckled his seatbelt. —You’re impossible.—

—And yet you love me,— she called after him as he stepped out into the biting cold.

The snow crunched under his boots as Lando jogged toward the supermarket, tugging his hoodie tighter around himself. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the thought of walking into a store to buy condoms making him cringe. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before, but this time felt different. Maybe it was the thought of someone recognizing him or, worse, someone filming him.

The automatic doors slid open, and Lando stepped into the brightly lit supermarket, the warmth hitting him like a wave. He rubbed his hands together, muttering under his breath about how Amelie always managed to win their arguments. The store was small and mostly empty, with just a handful of locals wandering the aisles. Perfect—fewer chances of anyone noticing him.

He headed straight for the aisle he assumed would have what he needed, his head down and his hands jammed into his hoodie pocket. When he found the right section, he glanced around quickly, relieved to see no one nearby. His eyes scanned the shelves, and he spotted the boxes he was looking for.

Why do they have to put them so high up? Lando thought with a huff. He reached for a box, then hesitated. One box or two? He grimaced, knowing full well that Amelie would absolutely drag him back here if they ran out again. Sighing, he grabbed two boxes and quickly tucked them under his arm.

Just as he turned to leave the aisle, Lando caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A group of teenagers had wandered into the store, and one of them froze, their eyes widening in recognition. Lando could almost hear the gears turning in their heads as they nudged their friends, whispering furiously.

Shit.

Lando quickly looked around for something—anything—to mask what he was holding. He spotted a display of chips nearby and grabbed a large bag of sour cream and onion, awkwardly balancing it on top of the boxes. For good measure, he snatched a bottle of soda and a random pack of gum, piling them into his arms like he was prepping for a movie night.

As he tried to maneuver toward the checkout, one of the teenagers approached him, phone already out.

—Excuse me, are you Lando Norris?— they asked, their voice tinged with nervous excitement.

Lando forced a smile, shifting the items in his arms to make sure the condoms were well-hidden. —Uh, yeah, that’s me. Hi.—

—Oh my god, can we get a picture?— another one chimed in, already pulling their phone up for a selfie.

—Sure,— Lando said, trying to sound casual while internally screaming. He adjusted the chips and soda so they blocked the boxes completely, then leaned in for a quick photo.

—Thanks, man!— the first teen said, beaming. —Good luck this season!—

—Thanks, appreciate it,— Lando replied, already moving toward the self-checkout. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone else, praying that no one else in the store recognized him. The last thing he needed was a video of him holding condoms making the rounds on social media.

At the self-checkout, Lando quickly scanned the items, his fingers fumbling slightly as he tried to hurry. The machine beeped loudly as he scanned the boxes, and he winced, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention. He stuffed everything into a bag, paid, and bolted for the exit.

The cold air hit him like a slap as he stepped back outside, but he didn’t slow down until he reached the car. He yanked the door open, practically throwing himself into the driver’s seat.

Amelie looked up from her phone, her expression immediately shifting to amusement at the sight of his flushed cheeks and slightly frazzled demeanor. —Well? Mission accomplished?—

Lando dropped the bag onto her lap with a dramatic sigh. —You owe me. Big time.—

Amelie peeked into the bag, her lips twitching as she held up one of the boxes. —Two boxes? Someone’s feeling optimistic.—

—Don’t start,— Lando groaned, leaning back against the seat and running a hand through his curls. —Some kids recognized me. They wanted photos. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold condoms and look casual at the same time?—

Amelie burst out laughing, her head tilting back as her shoulders shook with mirth. —Oh, poor baby. Did they catch you with your naughty little purchases?—

Lando glared at her, though the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement. —You think this is funny, don’t you?— he muttered, crossing his arms.

—Hilarious, actually,— Amelie said, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. She leaned over, cupping his cheek with her warm hand, and kissed him softly on the lips. —Thank you for being such a good sport, Lan.—

—Yeah, yeah, you better make it worth it later,— Lando mumbled against her lips, though his tone was light and teasing. He couldn’t stay annoyed with her, not when she was looking at him like that, her eyes sparkling with laughter and something softer that always made his chest tighten.

She pulled back and opened the bag again, inspecting the rest of the items. —Chips? Soda? Gum? Wow, you really went all out.—

—I needed a cover, okay?— Lando said defensively. —I wasn’t about to walk around holding just condoms while people filmed me.—

Amelie laughed again, her laughter softening into a fond smile as she reached for his hand. —You’re so dramatic. It’s cute.—

—Not dramatic,— he shot back, though he laced his fingers with hers. —Practical. Big difference.—

—Right, practical,— Amelie teased, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. —Well, your practicality has saved the night, so I suppose I should thank you properly later.— She tilted her head, her lips quirking in that coy smile that drove him crazy.

Amelie’s fingers trailed lightly over the back of Lando’s hand, and her teasing smile deepened as she leaned closer. The small space of the car seemed to shrink even further, the air between them charged with that familiar heat they could never quite contain.

Lando's eyes darted down to her lips, his earlier embarrassment dissolving as he leaned forward. —You’re impossible, you know that?— he murmured, his voice low and husky.

—Mmhmm, but you love it,— Amelie whispered, her voice teasing yet soft. Her free hand reached up to toy with the strings of his hoodie, pulling him closer.

—Yeah, I do,— Lando admitted, and before she could fire back with another quip, his lips were on hers.

The kiss was slow at first, gentle and sweet, but it quickly deepened as Lando tilted his head, his hand cupping her cheek to pull her closer. Amelie’s fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, holding him firmly against her as the kiss grew more heated. He felt the familiar thrill rush through him, the way it always did when she touched him, kissed him, smiled at him.

Amelie shifted in her seat, angling herself toward him, and Lando couldn’t help but let out a low hum of approval as her lips moved against his. His hand slid down to her waist, tugging her slightly closer despite the awkward positioning in the cramped car. She let out a soft laugh against his mouth, the sound muffled and breathy, before returning the kiss with equal fervor.

—You know,— Lando murmured between kisses, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke, —we could just stay right here...—

Amelie pulled back slightly, her eyes half-lidded and her lips already swollen. She raised an eyebrow, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and exasperation. —In the car? Really, Lan? You’re bold.—

—What can I say? You drive me crazy,— he shot back with a cheeky grin, leaning in to capture her lips again.

This time, Amelie let him linger for a moment longer before she pulled back, pressing her hands against his chest to keep some distance between them. Lando groaned softly in protest, his head dropping to rest against hers.

—Lando,— she said, her voice firm but still laced with laughter. —As much as I’d love to let this continue... we’re not doing this here. Not in the car. Not in front of a supermarket.—

He sighed dramatically, his forehead still against hers. —You’re killing me, Ames.—

Amelie smirked, brushing her nose against his in a playful gesture. —We’ve got a hotel room waiting for us, lover boy. And you went through all that trouble to get these,— she said, holding up one of the boxes of condoms with a raised eyebrow. —Wouldn’t want your efforts to go to waste, would we?—

Lando let out a low chuckle, finally leaning back against his seat as he raked a hand through his curls. —You’re right. Let’s go back.— Then he shot her a sly grin. —But once we’re there, no more teasing.—

Amelie laughed, patting his thigh before settling back into her seat. —No promises, Lan. You know I love teasing you.—

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he started the car. —You’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.—

—And you’re lucky you’re cute,— Amelie quipped, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek before buckling her seatbelt.

As Lando pulled out of the parking lot, the grin on his face was impossible to hide. The memory of the awkward supermarket trip already felt distant, replaced by the anticipation of the night ahead. With Amelie beside him, even the most embarrassing moments somehow became worth it.

[regret-with-a-u]

Absolute Batman has blown me away. It's been too long since I ever felt like this. My heart is pumping with exciment and my skin is crawling with anticipation.

They finally managed to make an au of Bruce that still is him in his core.

I loved all absolute variants that came out and I'm shitting rainbows waiting for my boy Wally. But I want to focus on something that makes me lose my fucking mind.

There is a "Red Hood" gang in the story, and we all know the og red hood, we do... BUT! I have au ideas <3

what if all the other Robins are also their own character, and they will meet with the Batman later.

What if instead of his sons, they are going to be his lil anoying ass brothers? And sisters??

I don't have the all the connections yet but I have been making myself go crazy with ideas:

As we know Bruce is 2004 - 24 year old. (Cursed Cursed, Cursed)

Dick Grayson - Owlman - 21

After his parents death it was the court that got a hold of him. Bruce was still an angsty teenager when this happened.

later after meeting with the Bat and becoming his own person he becomes the first real Robin of Gotham.

Im gonna also add Wally situation onto him too. I love myself some good ol' birdflash lol.

Jason Todd - Leader of the Red Hood gang - 18 (people think he is 24, voice moderator)

After growing up in crime alley and dealing with abuse all his childhood he grows up to be the red hood, a gang focuses on lowering crime around the city. Trying to take care of each other.

I hadn't thought more about Jason yet, was focused too much on Dick. But I am thinking about Dick as owlman had an another kid with him growing up, and then later helped him escape.

Jason as ex talon could be cool ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Ps. I aalso would love to see Jason becoming a Bat, "Blood Bat" some people are calling him "Blood Bath" because of the carnage he leaves behind. Maybe I can do that while under the red hood tomfuckery is happening?? Man.

Tim Drake - Don't have a hero name yet lol - 15

Growing up Tim doesn't has any heroes to look up, so he decides to step up himself. No matter what universe he can't help himself to help people.

so using his tech abilities, his stalker ass and his detective skills that came with birth he starts selling out info to police, hood, unknowingly to the owl and knowingly to the bat.

the second Bruce comes in the picture Tim can't sit still. He needs to find out everything. Then he decides to help him. Like how Barbara goes around as Oracle. But I need Tim to be able to fight. Maybe later the killing joke would affect different people but for now I want younger Tim being literally crazy all over the place lol. For now I am side eyeing Selina LMAOOO

I aalso want TimKon but it's gonna be hard to pull it out yet so maybe they meet when Tim is 18-19?? Like with Birdflash, not childhood friends ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Barbara Gordon - Batwoman - 26

She is a police officer in this universe, and she looks up at batman. I don't know how much younger she is to Bruce. Maybe she is older. But I need her to just find Bruce in one of his safe houses and just straight up tells him "Imma join you <3"

Duke, Cassandra and Stephanie, I still don't have real ideas to put out yet for them. I want Duke to be still signal, Cass to be black bat and Stephanie as the Batgirl.

I don't even know what I will do with Kathy-

......Okay so now she is a he younger cousin and she is going to be Batgirl for a brief moment where Stephanie "dies" maybe maybe maybe. Hmmm. She can later get a different name??? Man the whole family tree is fucked <3

And my funniest idea:

Damian "Wayne - al Ghul" - Robin - 10

Hear me out! I want Damian to be NOT blood related to Bruce at all. He is the one who gets adopted in this story. And after everyone meets his angry ass they try to stop him becoming a vigilante. They fail.

And Dick gives the name Robin to him as he becomes Nightwing. At this point the DC trinity would have already made Absolute Justice League, meaning there would be time for Dick and Clark bonding <3

I just find the idea of Damian being adopted in this universe sweet. It doesn't matter to his blood, it never did, once a son always a son.

These are my ideas for now, I also have funny-angsty crossover ideas. Like Absolutely Robin!Dick meeting other Nightwing variants or their families.

"Fuck you mean Bruce is my father- WHY WAS I IN SPEEDO?!?"

"YOU CHOSE THAT!"

"AND YOU LET ME?!?"

Ehehehhe.

Anygays.

Too much ideas, too much potential. I needed to get this out here before we meet the Absolute Batfam and all my ideas flutter into the black hole that is my pc uwu.

What should I name this au? HMMMM-

[saintsandsorcery]

A series of letters from Gale written throughout the game (based on this post right here)

(The first one is written on a ripped out book page, his mother’s address is written on the back of it between the texts original lines) My apologies for not writing sooner. I sould have, I know that, but only now that I find myself involved in a cults business does it come to mind. I can’t say much, but, for the first time in a while, I am not alone. Love, Gale

(The name written at the top of the letter has been crossed out. It was written in a haste, some of the ink is smudged and the letters are hard to make out) Tav, You can’t possibly feel this way, so I will just assume that I got it all wrong. I know that you are just being kind, I have told you of my affliction with the orb and you try to make it better in your own way. I understand. I would love to kiss you or to simply hold your hand, but you don’t have to give me anything, what you have done for me will suffice for more than one lifetime. Gale

(The third letter features a hand drawn map of the Sword Coast with several dots and circles highlighting the most important stops on their travels at the bottom of the page. He carefully tiptoes around the more gruesome events. It is once again addressed to Morena Dekarios) …and the Druids grove of course. I am very lucky to be in such good company, otherwise I’d have been lost long before all this started. Do you remember the markets? I was seven, I think, there were screams and you just took me by the hand and ran. You explained it to me later, in simpler terms of course.I wanted to thank you for that, I keep being reminded of how different my life would have been if it all went a little different that day another day, too, but no one could have prevented that. No one but myself. Love, Gale.

(Scribbled on corner torn from a recipe) Tav is smiling like that again.

(Written on a fresh sheet of paper, only a little crumpled) Tav, I love you. There is no better way to say it and I fear the perfect moment will never come. My time is short, but it would be an honour to dedicate what is left of it to you. Gale. (This letter isn’t hidden with the others. It remains neatly folded in Tavs pocket, they take it out every once in a while and he can’t help but feel a little proud when they do - not for long though, the guilt always follows)

(His own name, except that he uses Of Waterdeep instead of Dekarios, the date he signs with predates the current one by several months) Don’t do it. You think it will guarantee you Mystras affection, I know how much you want it. But don’t do it. Please. There is so much more now, so much…

(The letter is a mess of smudged ink and crossed out sentences) … keep the tower and all within its walls, you know where I hide the key. Let Tav look an around, If they wish to do so, I’m sure they’ll love the library. If things had been different I might have introduced them to you as my partner. We would have had tea together and I had been given the chance to explain everything. And maybe we will, maybe this letter will go unsent, just like the other. I am sorry. Gale

(Tav holds them in their hands, singed, water-soaked pieces of paper. It is a wonder that the letters remained mostly intact, the one Tav has kept for themselves these past few weeks looking worst of all - not that it matters, all that is important are the words they memorised by now. Words like love. And I love you, they whisper, I still do)

[dragoncatprism]

Welcome to "Prism 2/3am brainrot they make instead of sleeping or actually writing cause they got too many ideas in the head"

Literally had that thought not a second ago and I missed babbling about things I like soooo much and Aventurine and Ratio are just the best to inspire

So.

Imagine.

Nous putting their gaze towards Aventurine.

I know he's not "book smart" but there are a looot of different sides of knowledge, plus the fact that he's almost completely detached from the world ??? That he doesn't care about his life and everything and everyone he loved disappeared and now he can't form meaningful relationships by fear of killing them ? His luck that is so curious but also terrible and immediately puts him apart from others ?

Also the VeriVasha angst...

Ratio, in my point of vue, did have the dream of becoming a Genius. Maybe his parents had big expectations (linking that to the name Veritas can also build looots of angst), maybe he just viewed them as perfect and like we say "Never meet your heroes", maybe he wanted to prove something... Either way, he realised that most of Genuises are truly terrible people because they are ready to make gruesome sacrifices in the name of knowledge.

And Ratio will never be gazed by Nous because he cares so much. His humanity and kindness are the things that make him so lovable but also that are hindering a "great possibility", it's Greek tragedy at this point : the hero that wants to attain their goal but the very nature of themselves is in contradiction with this goal and so they will always chase but never catch. Ratio also learned that he cared and after raging and many questions as to why, he manages to get out of this embellishment about the Genuis Society. After all, he doesn't need to be a Genius to gain knowledge, and he feels like he helps much better bringing knowledge to people instead of stealing it or weaponizing it. He considers himself a fool because for him, it's humanity at it's finest : a bit of knowledge but also silliness and care. He doesn't see himself above the others much than what is facts : he knows he's smart by many worlds standards, that he's beautiful but he doesn't think of himself as flawless or completely above others. (The people that say he does clearly haven't read the same things I read cause this man is so soft and kind and just wants to help how he can and he's also very autistic)

When Aventurine is gazed by Nous, Ratio first feels a tiny bit of jealousy -even if he isn't desperate to be recognised, he still feels envy and longing- but it's quickly, too quickly erased by a wave of worry.

He knows now some conditions to be a Genius and it terrifies him to see his partner (together or not at this point, whichever brings the most angst ooor they could have a thing on and off and Aventurine doesn't dare crossing the line by fear of losing Ratio and Ratio doesn't want to cross any boundaries) being in such a state that an Aeon that is promoting a sort of apathy and detachment of humanity

I think he would be so scared even just to lose Aventurine, he already seem so far most of tge time and this newfound recognition might be a tipping point or just the sign that he is already gone.

Nihility is scary with the nothingness but I think each Paths can be terrible and I am already trying to imagine them both following each Path and seeing what it would make them

Elation Ratio... I see you a lot, same with Destruction Aventurine cause his whole thing is protecting, but what if he decided to just destroy.

They truly have so many possibilities and I promise to myself one day I will actually write instead of babbling

It might've turned into a Ratio post pffft

I love them both so much they live in my head non stop and I love just reading sooo many theories and fic

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

National Treasure: Blu-ray of Secrets

Exploring the super secret(-ish) cast & director commentary

This year for Christmas I had asked for a new DVD of National Treasure, since the one I’ve had since circa 2005 is scratched and stops playing part way through.

My mom, lovely and indecisive person that she is, gifted me both the 2-disk ‘special edition’ DVD and the Blu-ray + DVD set.

That’s a lot of National Treasure. Excellent.

One thing that immediately stuck out to me, though, is that the back of the Blu-ray lists

Audio Commentary With Director Jon Turteltaub And Actor Justin Bartha

What?

How could I not have listened to this before?

Now, I am an absolute slut for a good cast commentary. My opinion on this was colored by the delightfully unhinged cast commentary on the 2002 Scooby-Doo movie. In it, all four of the principle cast members give behind-the-scenes anecdotes, tease each other, fawn over co-star Rowan Atkinson, and display exactly the personalities you think they will based on the characters they play in the movie.

To say this was pivotal to my understanding of movies and how movies work is an understatement.

But there is definitely no commentary on National Treasure.

Right?

Right???

Well, yes and no. ↓

My memory was absolutely correct that there is no full movie commentary on the National Treasure DVD. (This includes the 2-disk collectors edition).

There is, however, a full movie commentary on the Blu-ray.

(All versions have director’s commentary on the deleted scenes, but what we’re talking about is “let’s sit down and watch the whole movie/episode and talk over it.”)

It’s director Jon Turteltaub and everybody’s favorite guy, Justin Bartha talking over the entire movie.

Turteltaub gives behind-the-scenes tidbits while Bartha ribs him mercilessly for it.

It took me a few minutes to calibrate to this. Bartha’s sense of humor is mummifyingly dry. Take Riley and bake him in the oven on its lowest setting for a few hours dry.

Their banter is fun though, and it’s clear they’re pretty close by this point. You can tell by the way they discuss the sequel that this commentary was recorded after Book of Secrets was filmed, but before it was finished and released.

That answers the question as to why it’s on the Blu-ray but not the DVD. It was only recorded three-ish years after the first movie was released. Specifically during the WGA strike, which ran Nov 5, 2007-Feb 10, 2008.

I, a person interested in movie production, could actually have done with more “here’s-how-we-did-this,” but the commentary is a fun mix of behind the scenes and nonsense.

Fun tidbits include:

The stool young Ben uses in the attic was designed by Benjamin Franklin

Most of Riley's lines were initially cut, but he tested so well in focus groups that they put everything they had back in the final film

Ben has a "unique set of characteristics" for an action-adventure protagonist (today we call that autism)

Justin chose a half-goatee because he thinks Riley can't grow a full one

And lots of other notes I cannot read!

Here's my favorite exchange:

JB: You know of all the movies I've been in, and there's been at least six movies, people come up and say it's their favorite movie. They love it. They love this movie. JT: Do you think that's because it's just that kind of movie you love, or because your other six movies just weren't very good? JB: A little of both. A little of both. But I think it's just maybe attributed to your brilliant direction. JT: Well thank you. I would say I have a different experience. What I get is people come up-- JB: --people come up and hit you-- JT: --people come up to me and say "You directed National Treasure? That's one of my kid's favorite movies." Nobody tends to like my movies but their kids love 'em. JB: Well I'll tell you what happens is, children? They grow up. They become adults. And you know what it'll still love? National Treasure. JT: Correct.

Cheers to the children who grew up to be adults who still like National Treasure. Check it out if you get the chance!

Also who chose THESE as the two screenshots that should represent the movie?? And left them on the blu-ray!!

[thethirdromana]

Dayna's costumes, rated

It's been ages since I did a Blake's 7 costume rating post. Let's fix that!

(Previous editions: Avon, Servalan, Jenna, Blake)

Screengrabs from here (they prefer their images copied, not linked) and record of what Dayna wears when from here.

As seen in Aftermath and Powerplay.

What a strong opener. Dayna is channelling pure Amazon chic here (that is, the warriors, not the rainforest or the exploitative e-commence site). She could have fallen right out of Themyscira. I rather suspect that a flowy white asymmetric tunic is perhaps not the most practical outfit for romping around with a bow and arrow, but who cares, it looks fabulous. 8/10.

As seen in Aftermath and Children of Auron.

It's a perfectly fine jumpsuit in many ways (miraculous, really, that Dayna still looks good even in the world's worst lighting here) but I can't help but think how uncomfortable the bra situation must be, how annoying it must be to go to the loo. And coming straight after the Amazonian tunic, I am ever so worried that her left arm is cold. 3/10.

As seen in Volcano.

Here we see Dayna wearing one of those emergency tourist ponchos, but make it fashion, under which her baby pink romper suit appears to have been shrink-wrapped to her by someone who didn't remember to press all of the air bubbles out first. Everyone else is dressed in sensible fabrics but Dayna looks alarmingly flammable. 3/10.

As seen in Dawn of the Gods.

I struggle to know what to say about this one, because it's objectively not a bad outfit. It's a good colour, the cut is nice, it's flattering... but you know, if I turned up to work in this no one would bat an eyelid and that, frankly, is not what Blake's 7 costumes are for. Where's the drama, where are the absurd sleeves, where's the skintight leather? 6/10.

As seen in the Harvest of Kairos and Moloch.

What is it with 70s BBC sci-fi shows and wanting to dress their gorgeous female leads on a theme by Andy Pandy? I'm going to assume it's for some bizarre Freudian reason that's best not explored further. Doctor Who did it with Sarah Jane Smith, now Blake's 7 does it here with Dayna. Except in Dayna's case it's Andy Pandy plus a little bit of red bra showing at the ill-fitting neckline. Did no one have a safety pin to hand? It feels insulting to make a woman as beautiful as Josette Simon wear this. 0/10.

As seen in City at the Edge of the World.

Ruining my theory that maybe Dayna is just inclined to overheating in her left arm only, this time it's her right arm that has to be cold. This looks fabulous and swashbuckling from the tits up, but the weird buttoning around her waist isn't doing it for me. It looks as if she had a first crack at the outfit from Ultraworld (below) but only had five minutes with the dressing-up box. 5/10.

As seen in Children of Auron.

Taken on its own, this is a great outfit. I love that the costume team keep putting Josette Simon in these rich, deep colours. But I am starting to become uncomfortable with how Dayna keeps being dressed for a fully different climate from everyone else. I don't know if it's a race thing or an eye candy thing but it starts to feel like some kind of a thing, anyway. 8/10 for the outfit itself.

As seen in Rumours of Death.

It's particularly unfortunate that this screengrab includes one of Avon's better outfits, while Dayna looks like she's wearing a hospital shower curtain that's been through the wash too many times. Salami pink is a colour I like less the longer I look at it. And I can't help but think that the middle seam on that jumpsuit must be giving her a dreadful wedgie. 3/10.

As seen in Sarcophagus.

I am conflicted. On the one hand, I think women should get to wear sensible outfits, as Cally is modelling. It's not visible from the photo, but Dayna is also in strappy little sandals that by the end of a long day of fighting oppression would need to contain more blister plasters than feet. On the other hand, friends, I am a mere mortal bisexual woman, and I am not immune to the perfect framing of Josette Simon's magnificent breasts. So, with apologies, 9/10.

As seen in Ultraworld, Terminal, and Rescue.

Yes! I love this one! I adore how it's consistent with Dayna's fashion taste to date, I love the colours, I love that she actually gets two (2!) sleeves, and above all I love the little stripey detail at the wrist. And it actually looks comfortable to wear, for once. 10/10.

As seen in Death-Watch.

Banger after banger! Another great colour, more fabulous sleeves, and this one looks comfortable too. She even gets proper shoes. 9/10.

As seen in Rescue, Power, Traitor, Stardrive, Animals, and Headhunter.

Well, it was nice while it lasted. This isn't a fun outfit, this is a uniform - I'm thinking upmarket motorbike courier? I could see her whizzing between hospital with emergency blood supplies in this. In comparison with the usual Blake's 7 tendency to enormous sleeves or massive shoulders, it's also quite form-fitting, which makes Dayna look small. And she wears this for six episodes. 1/10.

As seen in Traitor.

It's cosplay day on the Liberator! Tarrant has come to work dressed as Avon and Dayna has come to work dressed as Blake. These are not looks that suit either of them. Brown isn't a great colour on Dayna, though I do enjoy that the Blakesque layers of quilted sleeves mean that a) she gets to take up a bit more space, costume-wise, and b) she must be toasty warm. 4/10.

As seen in Assassin, Games, Sand, Gold, Orbit, Warlord, and Blake.

If Dayna has to stick to one outfit for - count 'em - seven whole episodes - then there are worse outfits that it could be. I like how this is a little bit military, a little bit sci-fi, and a little bit sexy, which all feels very appropriate for Dayna. The wide shoulders mimicking epaulettes are a fun choice, I love the gold, but it looks practical too. I'd like this better if it was in a deeper purple since we know rich, deep colours really work on Dayna, but all in all, if you're going to wear one outfit for days on end, we've already seen that it could be a lot worse than this. 7/10.

[481mclarg]

Scared to love you | AL65

★ I've never been good at telling people how I feel, but you make me want to try.

STLY       •       FANFIC + SMAU

          • Arthur Leclerc x Male!Oc Driver

Warning: homophobia - slurs (f-slur).

★          introduction. | one. | two. | three. | four. | five. | six. | seven. | eight. | nine. |

          They walked slowly, nervously, through the streets still lit by the streetlights, although the sky was slowly turning orange, announcing the sunrise.

          —So... do you want to start? —

          —Not really. —he murmured. —But I owe you a few explanations. —the Monegasque nodded, understanding. He wouldn't force him, but he appreciated his initiative.

          —I'm listening. —

          —I'm bisexual. —he confessed.

          —Well, I could imagine that. Someone heterosexual wouldn't have done what- —

          —Ahem! —he interrupted, a blush taking over his face. With a slight smile, Arthur apologized, letting him continue. —I wanted to talk about this with my parents a long time ago, when I started to suspect. My mother never said anything, but my father... he didn't seem very happy with the idea- —he explained, playing with his hands. —, with the idea of his son being a faggot. —

          So as not to interrupt him again, Arthur just placed a hand on his back, showing his support with light caresses, encouraging him to continue talking.

          —I guess- I guess Giancarlo doesn't agree with who I am either. —He still had a hard time putting it into words, accepting who he was. Even more so knowing that two of the closest people in his life walked away because of it.

          It hurt. He hated it, but he was beginning to understand that he couldn't pretend to be something he wasn't just to please others. That hurt more than the rejection of anyone.

          Rejecting himself hurt more than the rejection of anyone.

          Arthur was happy, proud to hear him talk. Without a doubt, something very different from the Matteo who had stopped talking to him after that weekend.

          —So... we...? —he dared to ask when he noticed that Matteo had finished talking.

          —I don't know. —he almost whispered.

          —What do you want to do? —

          —What do you want? —

          —I asked first. —They both laughed when Leclerc gave a slight nudge after repeating his phrase. —I'd like to try something. —He confessed, wanting to help Matteo say what he wanted to do.

          —Me too. —He nodded, looking down, feeling the heat rise to his face again. —Maybe- go slow. I want to do things right. —The brunette nodded in agreement.

          He would accept any terms as long as he could spend time with Matteo again. Wanting to go slow would mean taking a step back from what he had already experienced, but he trusted that it would be for the better. Form a good base in their relationship before moving forward.

          —Can I hug you? —He asked.

          —Always. —

🗓          June .          .          .

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user1: I love seeing him more active on Instagram😭😭

user2: FRRR I love how now he shares a little about his life & not only about races o Ferrari

user3: 💚🤍❤️

dennishauger: DAMN 3 PIZZAS ???

user4: Never underestimate an Italian who was away from his homeland for so long

matteolombardi: 👆👆👆

dinobeganovic: Barcelona team is going to be renamed Sicily team. We are all going to visit your house on the next trip

arthurleclerc: You only want to go to the beach

olliebearman: and you not ???

arthurleclerc: ✋️😶

user5: I think he's happier since he got rid of Giancarlo.

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arthurleclerc: we made new friends

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user6: Who the hell are WE

dinobeganovic: oh... omfg OMFG

paularon: You're an idiot don't you

arthurleclerc: he is

matteolombardi: y'all are so mean to Dino

dinobeganovic: I LOVE YOU, MATTEO😭😭

paularon: he's not going to invite you to his house, Dino

charlesleclerc: next time, I'm going with you

arthurleclerc: no. leave us alone

charlesleclerc: I wasn't asking. It's my duty as your older brother

user7: I just want to be part of the friend group chat because it seems like SOMETHING is happening, but we don't know what

matteolombardi

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matteolombardi: 🐎🐎🐎

⇲ Commets

charlesleclerc: what a handsome guy appears in the last photo

user8: they extend his contract?

user9: charlie🤗🤗

user10: FRATELLI D'ITALIAAAA💚🤍♥️🐎🐎

dinobeganovic: I'm too late. You are no longer in Sicily :(

arthurleclerc

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arthurleclerc: please @/alexandrasaintmleux come to pick up this man. I can't stand him anymore

⇲ Comments

charlesleclerc: 😒😒😒

arthurleclerc: 🙄🙄🙄

user11: Oh- Uhm.........

user12: !?!?!?!?!!?

user13: What is he doing in Maranello !?!?

user14: the second slide ????????

user15: returning to Ferrari........?

matteolombardi

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matteolombardi: my God. They never shut up. Alex, take them both back to Monaco

⇲ Comments

alexandrasaintmleux: 🫡

charlesleclerc: ALEX ??!!

arthurleclerc: LOLO ??😭😭

matteolombardi: Sorry, Le. Maybe I just need a nap

arthurleclerc: 🫡🫡🫡

user15: OH- are they... going to... are they going to take a nap like- TOGETHER ⁉️

user16: So, are they on family vacations ?

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