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goldsainz · 1 year ago

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AUGUST — one shot.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

MASTERLIST.

PART 2.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @woweewoowa @forza55 @ihrtdan @ravisinghs-wife @alearicci

request: “gotta keep the theme going here 🤭 Taylor's August and Danny Ric?” by @percervall

NOTE: so august really did slip away into a moment in time… this was supposed to be posted like way back in august but here we are😭 i’ve had some creatively rough few weeks so i hope that this is good/enjoyable!! also changed out a little bit of the layout, im feeling the whole aesthetic a lot more… but pls tell me if you like it

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yourusername cheers to a good august

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danielfan1 i love daniel’s crush on her

ynfan1 first post as a single woman🙌

⤷ danielfan2 DANIEL IT’S YOUR TIME

ynfan2 literally the loml

ynfan3 i need m*n to say far far away from her

user1 i loved her with austin but she’s glowing now that she’s single

ynfan4 mother is mothering SO HARD‼️

danielfan3 we all understand you daniel bc she’s perfect

⤷ user2 most beautiful woman alive fr

ynfan5 thank god that horrendous man is out of her life

ynfan6 i want her so badddd

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daniel3.jpg 🥂 to August

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danielfan21 A Y/N NOTICE HE MUST BE FANGIRLING SO HARD

⤷ danielfan22 not after he’s soft-launching someone😭

ynfan21 not my two world colliding?!?!

user21 it’s not silly season… it’s couple season

danielfan23 being a daniel fan rn is NOT for the weak

lando.jpg Didn’t know that when you made a jpg account it would be where you would drop couple content

⤷ daniel3.jpg Gotta keep everyone on their feet

⤷ scottyjames31 Especially your friends… Who you apparently don’t tell things to anymore

⤷ daniel3.jpg I’m in my secretive era🙄 Let me be

ynfan22 need to know rn why mother is in his likes

danielfan24 august ft daniel ricciardo coming soon???

danielfan25 crying throwing up he’s not single anymore💔

danielricciardo and yourinstagram posted an instagram story!

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yourusername mid-august recap ☀️

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ynfan31 queen what happened to hot girl summer??

danielfan31 no daniel/couple content… i fear pop base may have been right😭

ynfan32 literal light of my life

ynfan33 searching how to be a bike rn

chloestroll Summer looks perfect on you!

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danielfan32 no daniel interaction but chloe stroll comments… is this indirect confirmation?!

⤷ user31 who’s chloe?

⤷ danielfan32 she’s the wife of scotty james who’s daniel best friend, but also the sister of f1 driver lance stroll!

ynfan34 ignoring the dating rumours as she should😌

ynfan35 the y/n community is in shambles and she’s just riding her silly bike around

danielfan33 so can she be consider a wag or…

ynfan36 she’s not single bc she’s with me!!!!!!

⤷ user32 babes i hate to tell you this😔

⤷ ynfan36 then don’t😍

danielricciardo posted an instagram story!

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atlasnolan · 2 months ago

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Atlas knew from the way aww cute left her mouth that something was about to be hurled his way. He doesn't look behind him as he leads both himself and Lori out of the station and into the night-into-morning air.

( If Scottie planned to wield a knife, he wouldn't give her anywhere to aim it other than his back. )

He's glad to be the one in front when she does brings it down quickly, his expression only visible to himself as she recounts a conversation that he thought no one had caught sight of. He wears the look of a man that's been thoroughly caught before he rids himself of it, eyes narrowed and his shoulders tense when he does finally stop to look in his sister's direction.

"Shut the fuck up, Scottie. The fuck are you even talking about? I didn't even see you at Sharky's so when the fuck did you see me talking to some bitch? Exactly. Talking out your fucking ass because you're embarrassed you got caught getting railed in an alleyway so you're out here yelling on the sidewalk trying to embarrass me as well."

If she wanted to go low, he could go lower which was why she was never an opponent he wanted to have.

They were cut from the same cloth and if they were both in the wrong mood, they were at risk of strangling each other with it.

Her jab about him paying for nothing stings in a different way, the kind caused by something that wasn't true.

( Or only partially true, he paid for some things but his inconsistent cash flow meant he often only part-paid his way. )

It's when she turns to leave that he feels the brunt of being in the middle of two people he cared about. Brunette to the left, blonde to the right, both matters of the heart in very different capacities.

Nothing about it feels like a new place to be, he's been caught in the crossfire of Scottie and Nina since the day Scottie was born.

All he can do is mumble a 'sorry' to Lori as he drops her hand -- his apology for what she was having to witness rather than what Scottie was accusing him of -- jogging over in the direction Scottie was trying to exit in and quickly blocking her path with his body before she could get far in her heels that made her taller than him.

"You're not fucking walking home at this time by yourself in those," He gestures down to her heels, his hands raised then in readiness to block her if she decided to try and strike at him.

He never could tell what version of her he was going to get when she got like this, which put him in mind of the mother they shared and the things years of trying to diffuse her had taught him.

"You can either get in the car with us or you can walk it but I'm going with you and you'll have to listen to me the whole way home. If you won't do it for me then do it for your fucking feet then."

There was a conversation the pair of them needed to have about what she had said and how she had chosen to say it, but that wasn't one he intended to have in present company or in any company that wasn't just him and his sister.

@lorelailewis / @scottienolan

Lorelai shoots Scottie a look. What the fuck was her problem? She opens her mouth and closes it again, that very question dying on her tongue as Atlas warns Scottie not to start with her bullshit.

It’s a study in restraint that Lorelai Lewis manages to hold her tongue, not for Scottie’s sake but for Atlas.

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat next to Atlas, the walls of the police station suddenly feeling like they were closing in on the three of them. Atlas and Scottie’s bickering reminded her of Lemie and Lee’s spats over Lucky and herself, of whispered anger turned into heated shouts.

They needed to get out of the police station before the two Nolan’s found themselves both behind bars for disturbing the peace.

Something warm blossoms across her chest at Atlas coming to her defence, defending her against his own sister, despite their recent… differences. She wasn’t sure how it had happened, how she had become so entangled in him that his mess became hers, but it had and it didn’t make her want to run for the hills like she thought it would.

It had the opposite effect, actually. There was nowhere Lorelai would rather be tonight than here with him.

Her hand goes to his instinctively as he holds it out for her, fingers curling deftly around his as she peels herself out of her seat—her shoulder was going to bare the brunt of that uncomfortable seat for the next few days, she could already feel the twinge in her nerves—or maybe that was just Scottie’s presence.

“Forget it,” Lorelai says, moving a hand to Atlas’ shoulder, “I’ll book the Uber. We can drop Scottie off—” On the nearest corner, is what she wanted to say, but instead she says, “—Then head back to my place. Unless you wanted to call it a night.”

#thread.#event: halloween party at sharky's 24.#ab.halloween #ft. scottie nolan.#scottie 002.#ft. lorelai lewis.#lori 005.#scottienolan #lorelailewis #.usfw #long post cw

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scribbles97 · 1 day ago

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WIP Wednesday

Because I'm off work sick and actually remembered for once!

The last one I posted promised a future of whump, so have something far softer and fluffier this week instead. Ft baby!Scott getting momma cuddles.

“Now,” She cooed as she bounced Scott in her arms, headed back to the nursery, “what’s wrong, Scotty?”

The thunder outside rolled closer, its boom not dissimilar to the jets they often watched coming and going on the runway. She could feel how her baby curled closer at the noise though, and knew that he was smart enough to know the difference.

“That?” She asked softly as she pulled the curtain back, holding him so he could see the rain if he wanted to, “That’s just thunder, Scotty, just the gods moving their furniture about, my Momma used to say. There’s lots of stories about it though, the Greeks blame Zeus, and the Scandi’s blame Thor - but I think you’re a bit young to appreciate what Hemsworth did for Thor’s reputation.”

She smiled down to him as he watched her, not even noticing the flash of light beyond the window. Wiping his tears from his cheeks, she turned to the rocking chair and took a seat as she continued.

“I like the indigenous story the best, that there’s a great Thunderbird watching over us. He’s strong and powerful, but kind to those that ask for his help. It’s he that creates the storms and rain that water the crops on the farm,” She paused as the thunder rolled over the house, “Hear that? That’s his wings as he flies.”

Scott curled closer, his hand fisting in her dressing-gown.

“It’s okay, baby.” She soothed, rocking the chair gently as she covered his hand with her own, “He won’t hurt you.”

Bending over him, she kissed his downy hair, “Momma won’t ever let anyone hurt you.”

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #thunderbirds 2015 #scribbles writes #thunderbirds #Lucille Tracy

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astranite · 5 months ago

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Love is Stored in the Pasta

Scott, John and pasta.

This started off from a tumblr post 'cause somebody needed to cook that guy some pasta!!

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, really very mild scott is hangrysad, ft john's space issues, Chronic Illness, as thats what im treating it as and its not the focus here he's just living with it, Scott Tracy has ADHD, this is important, Autistic John Tracy, lowkey here but also Important to me, this is fun and fluffy and i love them, i hope this is like a warm comforting bowl of pasta to you too

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“We need to talk,” John said.

On the other side of the call, Scott’s hologram slumped over his desk, his head landing in his hands. “Oh God.”

“I found your search history…” John began.

Scott peered out sheepishly from behind his fingers. “I can explain!”

“It’s just pages and pages of pasta?”

John was puzzled, honestly. Five to ten recipe blogs and that was Scott trying to decide what to make for dinner during a meeting or while he was struggling to concentrate on work. During lulls between callouts, he and John would sometimes debate options together. More than forty separate sites visited at 3:12pm on a Tuesday afternoon and Eos had flagged it for John, on suspicion that Scott’s computer had been hacked by a malicious entity or some other AI virus.

Scott went from double facepalm of despair to full on faceplant, his head hitting the desk with an audible thunk.

“Why so much pasta?” John questioned. Now his curiosity was piqued, he couldn’t let it go or he’d be doing EVA work later, still turning over possibilities in his mind, which wasn’t conducive to the constant concentration needed while floating around in the vacuum. Outside, any misstep would be your last.

“I dunno. I just feel like pasta,” Scott mumbled into the wood.

Scott sounded…weird. Like he was about to start laughing, or coming down with a cold.

“Scott? Are you okay?”

It had better not be another flu; corralling Scott to take care of himself was hard enough even if he wasn’t feverish. John wouldn’t be able to come down either, quarantined up in Five unless he already had it. Was the slight tug of a headache at his temples from his sinuses beginning to clog up too?

Scott hadn’t looked up yet; his shoulders were shaking. John wiggled his fingers anxiously.

“Scotty?”

Big brother’s head shot up at the nickname John so rarely used. Had John intended to provoke that reaction? The name had been a slip of the tongue but if he was was honest, he sort of had meant to jar Scott out of his thoughts. He never called Scott, Scotty unless he was scared though. And Scott not answering him did tick tick tick up his system from yellow alert into red.

“I’m fine, it’s okay. Don’t worry about me.” Scott’s words ran over each other in an attempt to come first. His voice sounded oddly wet.

Tears, yes those were indeed tears dulled by holographic format, tumbled down Scott’s cheeks.

As soon as he saw John looking, Scott turned away.

Suddenly, John landed on the spark of insight that he had a hunch would crack the code to his big brother’s distress. “Have you eaten anything all day?”

Scott dug around for tissues in a drawer of the desk and gave a half shrug. “I guess not—not really? I tried to before you say anything. Got a mouthful of breakfast in and then there was a call out. Lunch didn’t happen, there was a meeting, I had to make coffee, I ran out of time. I don’t really feel hungry though…”

That did explain a few things. It was well known family lore that Virgil and Alan got hangry, and Gords went all sad and mopey. Scott and John himself though, they got …really, unstably emotional.

So yeah, hence the unexpected bursting into tears. John got the whole shit interoception and not even noticing if you needed to eat while you were buried in work thing; Scott was way too used to ignoring his body too.

John took a deep breath. “Scott, and I’m one-hundred percent serious about this, do you want me to come down there and make you some pasta?”

Thunderbird Five systems whirred around John in the quiet as Scott hesitated.

“Maybe,” he whispered. “Or you don’t have to, I’ll wait, Virge’ll be doing dinner in a bit anyway.”

“Virgil won’t be up until past sunset after the hours Thunderbird Two was out yesterday and into this morning,” John said gently. “You need to eat before then.”

Nor would an overwhelmed Scott and the kitchen be a good combination at this point, and John saw the moment Scott realised this, while fidgeting with the rubix cube on his desk.

“I want to do this for you,” John told him.

Scott dashed at his eyes, sniffled a few times and finally capitulated. “Okay. Thanks, Jay.”

John smiled and signed off, heading for the space elevator. He was usually so far away, he was right now, but it was in his power to close off that distance when he needed to and today he could use that.

He farewelled Eos; she so often missed him but the opportunities to run the space station on her own that weren’t emergencies where he was incapacitated excited her. They showed how much he had come to trust and rely on her. Plus she got full reign of their virtual chess set.

On Earth, Scott was waiting for him as the elevator docked, his hands stuck casually in his jeans pockets but looking as pale and wobbly as John felt. His face was still tearstained.

“Hey.”

“Hey to you too.” John took a few heavy steps before throwing himself at Scott, wrapping his arms around his brother tightly, all the while careful not to knock him off balance. Scott stiffened then melted into John.

Usually that interaction went the other way around.

Scott used the extra height space gave John to rest his head on him without having to duck down like with everyone else. John hugged him close and comfortingly as his fingers tap tap tapped their rhythm at Scott’s shoulder. All of it meant I love you.

“Pasta time?” John said eventually.

Scott nodded silently, following when John started off towards the kitchen. The raw rock wall of the hanger was rough and vividly solid in its three dimensions, as John ran his hand along it for balance as he walked that initial part. He was touching the Earth, he was in the Earth, he was on Earth.

With cold water from the fridge dispenser and the fizzy, brightly coloured tablets shook out of their tube, John made up lidded cups of electrolyte drink for himself and Scott. John needed to be sculling the stuff perpetually to stay upright down here, and he would not be at all surprised if Scott was dehydrated too. It might to something for John’s headache, could go either way for the nausea coming on.

He put a large pot on the heat. One advantage of having a stove so high powered that it could nuke anything it touched was that any volume of water boiled fast.

An entire packet of fettuccine got tipped into the enthusiastic cacophony of bubbles. John poked at it with a pasta scoop, regretting that he hadn’t snapped the long pieces to actually fit in better. Ah well.

He shook in an excessive-to-anyone-not-him amount of salt with a shrug ‘cause he needed it, before having another go at separating the pasta. The pasta scoop was quite an effective implement for that, there were reasons after all it was Gordon’s favourite utensil as John remembered from previous discussions. One could also use it to mash potatoes when held vertically, if one so pleased. His second favourite was the tongs as they could be clicked like crab claws and used to pinch unsuspecting siblings.

Scott watched from his place slumped over the kitchen bench on a stool, chewing on the ragged skin at the edge of his thumbnail. He was trying to work on a couple of screens pulled up as holomonitors, as unsuccessfully as could be expected. John came over and hopped up to sit on the bench, clipping through the projected email inbox and meeting minutes so Scott dismissed them. It was with a sigh of relief.

They smiled tiredly at each other.

The pasta! John tapped at his uniform comms watch. “Eos, set a timer for the pasta, please?” John shaved the minute that had already passed off of the box time and then another couple to ensure it wouldn’t come out mushy.

“So what sort of stuff on pasta do you feel like? There’s a good lot of options you were looking at earlier.”

“We don’t have the ingredients for most of those, I checked. No eggs and no mushrooms so no carbonara. Technically that wouldn’t be authentic carbonara though. No cream cheese. We missed this week’s supply run so we don’t even have any frozen peas!” Scott threw his hands up in the air.

“Hmmm. You feel like something creamy?”

“Yeah. Honestly at this point I’d eat anything.”

John swung his legs and tapped his fingers on the counter while he thought.

“I believe some bacon is hiding in the bottom of the freezer so that’s something. And…” he trailed of as he moved his head too fast and set off a wave of dizziness as he looked around the kitchen.

“Avocado!” Scott exclaimed.

“Avocado?”

“Funny story, we ended up with several cases of them after that rescue on that farm where we saved the whole village and nearly all their trees from catastrophic flooding. They really need eating too and there’s only so much toast you can stand.”

“I have heard theoretically of putting avo on pasta and it does sound good. Mmmm bacon and avocado, John hummed. “Worth a shot?”

Scott reached towards the fruit bowl in answer, grinning at John. “Soon we will have pasta!”

John peeled off the upper half of his uniform and tied the arms around his waist in preparation. In the subtropical summer down here he was already getting too hot and while the temperature regulation built into his suit would do its best to make up for his own body’s lack thereof, it felt weird to have everything covered up from fingertips to neck down here while he was cooking.

Scott began to giggle.

“Huh?” John said, extremely eloquently.

Scott gestured at him.

“My suit?” Was something up with his suit? The full gloved hands and sleeves flopping about without John in them had been known to amuse the lot of them on occasion, ever since he’d used the empty suit as a phoney decoy of himself to trick Eos. It was pretty funny now no one was in mortal peril and Eos was his friend.

“Your face!” Scott exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with my face?”

John frowned. Was it his fringe that never could survive true gravity? He hadn’t gotten freckles while he’d been down all of half an hour and inside, had he? Then he looked down.

His t-shirt had a photograph of his face printed on it, and across the chest, emblazoned in neon orange read the words ‘Space Face’, courtesy of one particular fish brother. Ah yes. That.

John sighed, resting his chin on his hand to hide the smile he couldn’t quite control. “Not exactly subtle, is it? In my defence this was the only one in my closet that was clean and you can’t exactly see it beneath my suit. It’s all Gordon’s fault anyway!”

Scott was still laughing, albeit a touch hysterically and at him, but John took it as a win regardless.

Eventually Scott grabbed himself a cutting board and knife to get to work on the avocados as John carefully slipped off the bench, steadying himself on the counter as his ankles went noodley so he could handle the bacon.

Bacon, bacon, now where had he seen that bacon? He had the image of it in his head, but that was only one piece of the puzzle, a photograph, humanly imperfect, memory woven out of instinct. Digging about in the deep freeze which the evidence pointed to as best John could tell had his fingers feeling like he’d stuck them out in space with out gloves on. They ached sharply as John cursed his crappy circulation.

He gladly found the bacon though, lurking at the second darkest depths. He would not be willing to venture into the midnight zone of Unidentified Frozen Objects and charred dinner leftovers put away for ‘later’. He chucked the packet into the microwave and thawed out his hands by running them under lukewarm water, wincing all the while. If he’d thought this through, if he’d been smart enough, he would’ve put his suit gloves back on—his space rated, cold proof, most definitely impervious to domestic appliances gloves— and saved himself the pain.

Scott came over to rinse his avocado green hands. He dried them off then wrapped his arms around John’s waist so he could lean on him, giving in for a moment in face of daunting gravity. With Scott, he could because Scott got him; they both could.

“You alright?” And there was big brother smotherhen coming out.

John flexed his defrosted fingers. “I will be.” He turned and smushed his face into Scott’s neck for a little bit, hugging back, Scott rested his head on John’s, and they stayed there for a while.

They were both fading. The pasta would help with that, Scott really needed to eat and so did John at this point, the half a dry bagel for breakfast and another at lunch hadn’t really been enough. The trick now was finishing the task that felt as if it expanding faster by the second than the Universe, as measured by the Hubble Constant was. They could do this though. Together.

Scott chopped up the bacon roughly and John cooked it, hissing back when it spat hot oil at him.

When Eos notified them the timer had gone off, and John had very scientifically tested the pasta was done by nomming on a bit, he called Scott over carry the large pot to the colander in the sink to strain.

“Gravity plus boiling water plus my space noodley arms are probably not a good combo,” he laughed.

He was getting better at knowing his limits. Scott’s smile was small and proud, he saw John.

Scott stared at the bacon with the intensity of a starved wolf with its mouth watering, then stole some pieces hot from the pan and burnt his mouth. Scoff Tracy strikes again.

They dumped the pasta in a big mixing bowl with the mashed avocado, a little lemon juice, the bacon, and a whole lot of salt, pepper and parmesan cheese, mixing it together with the big pasta scoop.

John swayed on his feet then, grabbing onto Scott to stay upright for long enough to decide actually the best place for him right now was sitting on the kitchen floor just here. John folded himself down to the ground in a slithering pile of too long, too bendy limbs, Scott wordlessly guiding his descent.

“You want me to grab some sporks to eat with?”

“They’re splayds, technically,” John remarked. He gave Scott the thumbs up anyway, while he rested his spinning head on his knees.

Scott waved about his ‘sporks’ acquired from the cutlery draw with a victorious grin before he sunk to the ground to join John.

John took one, passing the pasta to Scott once he was settled, lanky legs stretched out for miles, bumping into John’s.

“We forgot plates,” Scott said.

John shrugged. “At this point, who cares. We have pasta.”

“We do.” Scott blinked for a moment. “I didn’t before and I wouldn’t’ve but now we do.”

He hugged the warm pasta bowl to his chest, and when John observed more closely he saw the tears collecting on Scott’s eyelashes, sparkling in the kitchen light as he looked up at John.

“Thanks. I love you so much, Jay.”

John gave him a gentle smile, ducking to knock his forehead against his brother’s shoulder like a cat. “Love is stored in the pasta.”

Scott smiled back at him and they both dug in.

It was good pasta.

Really good pasta, because he was here with Scott and through everything they had made it, together.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #john tracy #astrawrite #ADHD Scott Tracy #Autistic John Tracy #neurodivergent tracies #gordon is briefly mentioned and he is a delight

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kaklord · 1 year ago

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Jim gave Spock his hat!!!! The bandaid on Spock's check!!! No notes, 100% perfect. Thank you for even more mermaid Spock.

ft @simmeons 's sea monster Scotty again

I just tried to post this but it didn't work so we might get 2 of this post or maybe none

#who's to say #it's 6:40am this time so if you see a mistake no you don't #i swear if tumblr messes up the post again i will do something #idk what but i'll be pissed #star trek #spirk #scones #mermaid spock #my art

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damnknoxandothernonsense · 2 years ago

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songs that we (atlas and I) think fit the characters

Vincent: Immortals by Fall Out Boy

Yandere Ivan: The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

Sad Boi/Fly Boi Ivan: Still Into You by Paramore

Ollie: Never Be by 5 Seconds of Summer

David: Love to Last by Hajaj

Marcus: Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra

Caelum: The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Brachium: Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran

Elliot: Counting Stars by OneRepublic

Gavin: As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese

Asher: Little League by Conan Gray

Lasko: Family Line by Conan Gray

Huxley: The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Damien: Matilda by Harry Styles

Kody: i hope ur miserable until ur dead by Nessa Barrett

Milo: I Don’t Dance by Lee Brice

Avior: Jigsaw by Conan Gray

Echo: Blood // Water by grandson

Regulus: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

Camelopardis: Still by Noah Kahan

Aaron: The View Between Villages by Noah Kahan

Blake: All I Wanted by Paramore

Sam: Memories by Conan Gray

Vega: Fake It by Seether

Geordi (pre-breakup): Daydreaming by Harry Styles

Geordi (post-breakup): 12:45 (stripped) by Etham

Guy: Lover- Niall Horan ft. FLETCHER

Morgan: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

William: Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott

Xavier: Oh No!!! by grandson

if you want to read more of what I’ve written, you can find my masterlist here!

if you want to ask for something to be written, you can find my guidelines here!

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dmercer91 · 11 months ago

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happy tanner charlotte to the devs day to all who celebrate (ik in the og post i said her first game w them was on a wednesday against colorado, but i don't time travel and they don't have a wednesday game ever)

as a treat, here's a hockey deep dive on our girls (+ their relationships cause i'm nosy and i hope you are too)

tanner charlotte [charlie] NJD #19, RW

very physical player, felt the need to overcompensate when she was young cause she always heard that women never made it pro due to lack of hitting/ability to absorb- she just grew into the reputation and now it’s her thing. makes a point to be clean about it

her and dawson used to always be 18 and 19, him being 19, but when he originally had 18 for the devs she decided to take 19 with the rags. now that they’re together again, they say it’s 91 and 19 inverted for each other

goal scorer with solid playmaking ability, definitely not a pk player but holds her own defensively. pp1 and 2 depending on rags or devs and also who’s hurt, how she’s playing

really really good in the corners/puck battles

not the speediest but it’s very obvious that she wants to get better and when she wheels, she’s pushing

chirps like it’s the whole sport (her mouth gets her in so much trouble) and they’re usually funny ones she’ll throw around mid play. when she’s mad she doesn’t use her words as much as her body

drafted 19th overall in 2020

usually on a line with jhughes and bratt, but dawson begged and begged for them to line up together and it worked really well. as per usual, lindy fucked it up by separating them the next game

as of like three days from today, she’s in a long term relationship with jack. we all know the lore

jamie lochlyn [locho] SBY #12, C

she doesn’t particularly enjoy throwing the body but she’s so overprotective of her teammates that she’s like.. do u want me to kill that guy for you? and sometimes she does. do not, under any circumstances, get in her goalies crease. she’ll deck you. very often found jerking someone away from her goalie by the back neck of his jersey

as a kid her girls teams would give her whatever number was on the jersey that fit her best, and so when she got to her first rep hockey team and they had jerseys made to fit players with like last names and stuff, she was like,, twwwwwelllve (?). and so now she’s twelve, for funsies (listen. i wanted to give her a small number but tml has 2 and 3 taken, and 1,4,5,6,7,9, and 10 are retired. eight, one might say. but then the fuckass sby wolves retired her, too. they both have an 11)

she is one with the art of playmaking. so hockey smart it hurts. she was whipping plays out of her ass one could only hope to think up at like the ripe age of 9. goal scoring is rarely her friend, but when it is the goals are either gorgeous or a disaster, no inbetween. slays the pk and second pp unit

her and the boards are best friends

so fast that she creates a chill throughout the sudbury community arena, and her skating is absolutely beautiful

she has anger issues on the ice so sometimes it’s witty and hilarious and other times shes reading you to filth. only whips out the chirps when she's really heated

drafted in the 2022 draft, 95th overall (sry nicky you still exist i swear)

she works well with goyette, dvorsky and mccallum, so they usually toss her in the top 6 (sometimes on a wing) and hope for the best.

her love life is a complex thing (she refuses to admit she has a thing for a teammate)

due to her name, she can also go by JLO. this, in combination with dvorsky getting coined mr shortside, makes for a lot of content getting made with on the floor by jennifer lopez, ft. pitbull (this was 1000% why i gave her the name i did and why she plays for the wolves, sue me)

rylie scott [scotty] LDN #96, LD

will not hurt a fly, but can, if provoked. really good at absorbing hits cause the opposing boys in her first rep league were essentially told by their coaches to get her off the ice

her big brother was a star forward about twelve years older than her, who never thought he was going to make it professionally. he wore 96 because her birthday was may sixth and his was april ninth. she always said she was a defenceman because she wanted to be able to stop him from scoring. he passed in a car crash a few months before he would’ve been drafted to the nhl, she was hardly six years old. when she made her first rep team and the jersey numbers went high enough, she chose 96.

shut down d all the way, a good handful or sometimes two of assists annually and four total ohl goals so far. pp time is through the roof but she will never see the ice on the man advantage

good at digging the puck out but she rarely needs to exercise the skill cause she protects the puck so well, wonderful work at getting the puck out of the zone and guarding the line but she definitely won't be going on any breakaways.

she’s fast and her skating is very unique but she cannot go a game without banana peel falling at least once. edges are flawless… until they’re deeply flawed.

can’t chirp, doesn’t want to. someone will try to intimidate her and she’ll get nervous and laugh in their face.

127th overall in the 2023 draft

usually paired with bonk or dickinson, so they can help out on offence and she can focus on her role

love life? in her professional opinion, she has none. in my professional opinion, her and mackie samo met in dev camp this past summer and he’s hardcore pining. she argues that nightly facetime calls that can go on for several hours ‘don’t mean anything’ (EXTREMELY LOUD AND SORT OF OBNOXIOUS INCORRECT BUZZER)

:) enjoy! <3

pls send lore questions if you have any cos i love my trio to death

#e talks!#hooked au!#locho and scotty

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brxxksazars · 2 years ago

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BROOKS AZAR’S PHONE - task #001

THE BASICS:

Brand of Phone - iphone 13

Color - silver

Case - it was a christmas gift from his students in bigfoot’s army, a mothman phonecase. no popsocket as to not ruin the beautiful art.

Locked or Unlocked? - he USED to just have it as a passcode set to 6969 but quinton got into his phone and changed all his contacts so he now uses a more secure one.

Wallpaper - it’s usually some chaotic meme. for the last two months, brooks has settled on this one.

Lockscreen - just a fun little guy from spongebob

USAGE:

Time - most of his alone time is spent on his phone in one way or another. when he’s not very busy, that time can accumulate to 6+ hours a day on his phone.

5 Most Used Apps - reddit, facebook, instagram, snapchat, spotify.

Web Tabs - brooks is one of those people that likes to do wordle so it is constantly up. there’s an amazon listing for a book he found funny. he has the nightrest news pulled up. and he JUST closed the tab with a danny devito fanfiction he’d started reading aloud with a coworker at lunch.

Google - “dream meaning can't move”

Photos - saved this meme

SOCIAL MEDIA:

@ - brooksieboi

Instagram - see above.

Snapchat - his snapchat is even more unhinged than his instagram if you believe it or not. with snapchat, he will often use it as a means of “vlogging”. brooks doesn’t do well with being alone so if he’s especially bored, he’ll just start posting to that whether it’s a series of clips of him cooking, profound thoughts documents during a high, or him killing time between classes.

Tinder/Bumble/Hinge/Grindr/Etc. - he wasn’t good at waiting so bumble was out for him rather fast, so tinder was his go to. gets a good bit of matches but loses a fair bit of them once the chat starts.

Spotify - some of his top songs are: standing (on my own two feet) by pvmnts; time in a tree by raleigh ritchie; life’s a bit by noahfinnce; 3 nights by dominic fike; take me away by scotty sire; take what you want by post malone; 16 lines by lil peep; dreamland by glass animals; hallucinogenics by matt maeson; roaches by wett brian, aryia; i’m yer dad by grlwood; bathroom bitch by holychild; typical story by hobo johnson; sad! by bryce fox; sober/hungover by sueco, arizona zervas

Tiktok - if he posts, it’s usually silly filters like ‘you’re a 10 but...’ though he has been a guest star on the waffle making with monty. goal would be to have one of those clips of him having a special handshake with everyone of his students. AS FOR his feed, it’s weird okay. just know that.

Facebook - they do! actual posts to their page are limited but its one of the only means he stays connected with his family, so there’s happy birthdays and sharing some articles or poking his aunt. he also sticks on it for the memes, actually running an account in his free time on there called ‘dr phil says i need some grippy socks’

ft. @drewyao @selintemel @lnavarrofms @nam-daeeun @mphillipsfms

#task #phone #nightrest:task001

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fridayhome-blog · 1 year ago

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Episode 394 | Skills & Grillz By Scotty ft. Scotty ATL | We Love Hip Hop Podcast https://audioboom.com/posts/8347843-episode-394-skills-grillz-by-scotty-ft-scotty-atl-we-love-hip-hop-podcast

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whorekneecentral · 2 years ago

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daniel ricciardo masterlist

all blurbs are listed from oldest to newest - oldest being on the top and newest on the bottom. // it’ll be updated as I post!

header by @formulacinco

friends with benefits

sneaking away from your friends but getting caught

surprising him with lingerie

blowjob

jealous daniel

sloppy sex

friends with benefits takes LA - bikini edition

"did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘cause if you did we’re having sex. right now.”

sneaky link

accidents happen

make up sex

daniel’s kinks

calling him daddy for the first time

post race sex

sneaking away + getting caught by scotty and chloe

uber daniel

just me again- thief!daniel x old money!reader

soft morning sex

threesome ft. jenson

breeding kink

how about another one? - baby making

daniel3.jpg - nsfw edition

that meant nothing

princess treatment

diamonds and masquerades - thief!daniel x old money!reader

above the bed

“that’s it, that’s my girl.”

“be a good girl” & “let me see how many times I can make you cum”

pregnancy symptoms

“be a good girl” + innocence kink

angry

wedding night

“how are you so oblivious? i’m trying to tell you i’m fucking horny!”

“take it like a good slut.” + “that’s it, that’s my girl.”

lake como

"why do we always end up on top of each other?"

"are you trying to turn me on?”

“you look so pretty with my cock in you” + “say my name- louder”

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader #f1 smut

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userlorelai · 2 years ago

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tagged by @elsamars thanks, sweetheart. <3

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist. then tag 10 people to do the same thing.

tagging; @cresents @waangxian @chris-chambers @lizziesbennett @starsbythepocketful @theresebelivet @scopriusmalfoy @sylthrein @laurennbacall @daemrya no pressure.

10 tracks from my ‘on repeat’ playlist:

1. she’s out of her mind - blink 182

2. damned if i do (damned if i don’t) - all time low

3. in bloom - nirvana

4. scotty doesn’t know - lustra

5. into your arms - the maine

6. young - the summer set

7. i think i’m okay - mgk ft. yungblud & travis barker

8. the crimson - atreyu

9. our time now - plain white t’s

10. say anything - cartel

10 songs i like:

1. if it means a lot to you - adtr

2. makedamnsure - taking back sunday

3. the curse of curves - cute is what we aim for

4. ocean avenue - yellowcard

5. fashionably late - falling in reverse

6. drugs & candy - all time low

7. i miss you - blink 182

8. misery business - paramore

9. if you can’t hang - sws

10. bad habits - nerv

#tagging game #music

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ghoulsmuses · 2 years ago

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rules: make a new post listing the letters of your url and share a song starting with each one. then, tag as many people as your url has letters

g // get you - daniel ceaser ft. kali uchis

h // hang ‘em high - my chemical romance

o // one hundred sleepless nights - pierce the veil

u // under the water - the pretty reckless

l // let’s fall in love - mother mother

s // saturday - fall out boy

m // mama - my chemical romance

u // untouched - the veronicas

s // save yourself, i’ll hold them back - my chemical romance

e // earthquake - family force five

s // scotty doesn’t know - lustra

yoinked from @roguesenses tagging: @captivemuses @pulchraxchao @ofbloodonmyname @asiraiparthenopaeus and anyone else who wants to do this!

#[ thanks pumpkin | ooc ]#[ ooc | dash games ]

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago

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so exactly 2 (two!) people asked for the playlist, which means i 100% am going to deliver

alright so without any more of my stupid commentary,, here is the bakugou playlist w/ a little bit of explanation bc i just like to talk about him

Title: *anger noises*

spotify link :)))

1. Love Me Dead - Ludo

lmao basically, about this one, bakugou would. he 10000% would say shit like “you're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature, finger-bangin' my heart”. that’s all i gotta say about this one

2. Love Bites (So Do I) - Halestorm

look at the title of this song. you gonna tell me that’s not bakugou???

3. Scotty Doesn’t Know - Lustra

distinct blasty boy energy. very much a song i turn up in my car and immeadiately go “yeah- he would crush the dreams of some poor boy and then write a song about it. just to sing his own praises.”

4. Dead! - My Chemical Romance

ummm “Have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say, I think they never liked you anyway.”

-i , sorry for the angst but??? thinkin about bakugou post-kidnapping and kamino ward???

5. Modern Swinger - The Pink Spiders

i mean, just the whole chorus rlly. listen to it- bakugou would think that. he would. but esp the line “And its love, It's heavy and it hurts and it's love”

6. Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry

this song is the best misogyny i’ve ever heard. the message is terrible but bakugou would. he would.

7. Highway Tune - Greta Van Fleet

i- the scREAM/yodel in the beginning of this song?? like “you are my special, you are my special, you are my midnight” , and the “There's one girl that I know I'm never gonna pass” and the “So sweet, So fine, So nice, All mine” , iTS BAKUGOU IT IS, I WILL LITERALLY WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT

8. Witness - Mindless Self Indulgence

“Son of a bitch, god likes me, I am the best, fuck everybody else”

..... i - y’all already kno i aint even gotta explain this one

9. Vicious Love - New Found Glory ft Goddess Hayley Williams

i cannot explain to y’all enough how much this one makes me think about bakugou- PLS ITS ABOUT SEEING SOFTNESS IN OTHER RELATIONSHIPS AND WANTING IT,, BUT STILL ONLY BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS LOVE THRU CONFLICT

10. Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most - Dance Gavin Dance

no explanation tbh,, the lyrics dont rlly apply but listen to this song n just tRY and tell me it wasn’t on bakugou’s 7th grade playlist

11. Little Monster - Royal Blood

“Heartache to Heartache, I'm your wolf, I'm your man, I say run little monster, Before you know who I am”

yep yep checks out thats bakugou isnt it

12. Run - Foo Fighters

“In another perfect life, in another perfect light, we run” and “Wake up, run for you life with me”

basically its about escaping a world in ruins with someone u love by ur side,,,,, every day i think about writing a bakugou fic with this premise but i havent done it yet and i should

13. I Don’t Care - Fall Out Boy

“I don't care what you think, As long as it's about me, The best of us can find happiness in misery”

..... yep. that last line especially. n just the whole song is big bakugou energy

14. The Suffering - Coheed and Cambria

“If it was up to me, I would have never walked out, So until the sun burns out, Oh, I hope you're waiting”

oooo and “Should we try this again with hope (Bye, bye) Or is it lost, give up the ghost, And should I die all alone as I knew I would, (Then burn in hell young sinner)”

pls i love this song sm, it’s just a rlly good song and it also have massive massive bakugou vibes so thats always a plus

,,,, okay and this last one- and jesus it hurts

15. My Hero - Foo Fighters

no bc it u think about how upset bakugou was after kamino?? with all mights retirement?? pls

“Kudos, my hero, leavin' all the mess, You know my hero, the one that's on, There goes my hero, Watch him as he goes, There goes my hero, He's ordinary”

no bc every single day i think about writing a novel on how much bakugou AND DEKU were affected by all might’s shitty teaching n the ways it’ll probably always set them up to be rivals in some capacity

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou playlist #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you

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