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Next week, Canada. I'm so excited lmao.

[hoe4sports]

How this ends p3

Alexia Putellas x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Thank you to @karsonromanoff for giving me inspiration and ideas for this part.

A note from the author: This is the third part of how this ends based off of Lewis Capaldi’s how this ends. Read the part’s chronologically. I have changed the age of them becoming a pair to 13, in order to make the story make more sense. Part four coming soon.

Also, fuck me, this was really shit.

Warnings: A lot of talking.

Summary: It’s been a few months since Alexia broke up with you and you handed over your promise ring to her. You and Frido make plans for the summer.

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You found yourself sat in Frido’s spare bedroom, but by now; it was practically your bedroom. The thing about Fridolina was that you met her ages ago. Frido had been in the room when Alexia had told you that she had to miss out on an event she had promised to be a plus one to. It made you feel sad, but as the good girlfriend you were; you kept it inside. Fridolina had then suggested that she could tag along, which you happily agreed to. It was your first time being invited to such a big prestigious event so having someone familiar there was a big safety thing for you. The event was an invitation only charity event by the Red Cross. To your luck, Fridolina had actually volunteered for the organisation back in Sweden which lead her to be your first reserve.

The pair of you instantly hit it off, and from that moment; you were inseparable. She was what could’ve been described as a soul sister, the kind of friend that just gets you.

It had now been 2 months since you walked out of your Alexia’s apartment with everything you ever knew packed up in cardboard boxes that was shipped off to a storage unit until you could figure your life out. You hadn’t seen Alexia, not that you had made much of an effort. It felt like an emptiness, that slowly had started to close. The costs of it were clear, you stayed away from her part of the town. More so, you had avoided going to the places she would usually go.

Being the girlfriend of a famous athlete wasn’t for everyone, and you sure felt the statement in your bones. You see, you and Alexia had been together since you were teens. She had promised you a ring, a big white wedding, kids and a real house. Instead you got 10 years worth of waiting, a cat and an apartment not suitable for children. People had made up competitions based off of when Alexia would purpose to you, when you would have kids or what your next pet would be. The plans you had were now placed on the back burner.Life had just spun out in the worst possible scenario, but Frido was on a mission to help you heal.

“Y/N! Are you awake?”

You huffed and covered your head with the fluffy pillow hoping she would go away.

“Ugh, you are taking to long. Hide your titties, I’m coming in!”

You looked over at the door which a second later had Frido barging out of it. You giggled at her silly little manoeuvre. Her face showed off a surprised grin before she walked to the window and pulled the curtain apart to let sunlight in. She then turned around and laid down in the big bed next to you, while you kept looking at her.

“How are we feeling today, Y/N?”

“Like shit”

“Y/n..”

“Okay, fine. I’m feeling a bit less empty. More like, half full than half empty actually.”

“Do I sense a sliver of positivity? Have I just discovered something we thought was extinct?” Frido teased with a fake surprised grin, and you playfully shoved her shoulder while staring up at the ceiling.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I’m not sure where to begin. What to do about my job, you know? My job is social media, sadly built on being the girlfriend of a famous footballer”

“I have a solution”

Frido looked mischievous, and you could see the trouble a million miles away.

“Oh god, now what?”

“Until I can find a way to become keen on women so I can wife you up, then I’m sure some of the girls on the team would be happy to bag you! How about Jenni? Cata? Ona? Or, I think I even have the phone number of Leah Williamson and Mary Earps!”

Frido fished the phone out of her pocket and demonstrated by going through her contact list loudly. You just rolled your eyes at her again before giggling.

«Oh, Mackenzie Arnold! No, wait, she’s dating that aussie Girl»

«Okay wait, Ada Hegeberg? No, no. She’s straight and old.”

“Maybe this is the one! Lucy Bronze! No, that would be so weird”

“But, what about Alana Kennedy or Claire? You’d get to hang out with the Mathildas and I’m sure mini’s wife would love a extra set of hands”

“Wait, no, girl! Here, Jessie Fleming! She’s hot, and I’m pretty sure she likes all the photos you post!”

Frido was ass deep in her phone which made you smile at her. You loved her silliness. It always seemed to bring some joy into your life. Her suggestions were out of pure love and you could spend forever listening to her.

“Fridolina, I appreciate the effort but unless you are about to turn gay, then I think I’m taking a break from the whole dating a football player thing; didn’t seem to work out for me”

Frido stuck her tongue out playfully at you, before looking down at her phone again.

“How about that rugby player from the Olympics?Ilona Maher! Oh, wait. Straight. But then, what about the rower from Germany?”

You playfully smacked her in the back of her head with a pillow before Frido put her phone down and sighted. Frido dramatically threw her hands in the air while gesturing dramatically.

“You are gonna be alone until you turn 50! That cannot happen! I wanna be your bridesmaid, i wanna be a moster!

“Well, you might have a chance now since I’m not with alexia anymore. She wasn’t planning to purpose anytime soon, and she was for sure not having kids within the next 5 years. She’s gonna die alone with a bunch of cats while refusing to retire”

You looked at Frido; Frido looked at you while holding her head up. There was a silence before a smile appeared on both of your faces. You both broke into a laugh and laid down next to each other again.

“How about we go to breakfast? I’ll treat you”

You smiled. If there was anything you loved, it was to go out for breakfast. You hadn’t gone out for breakfast since you and Alexia were at least 2 years younger. The truth was that you missed it.

“I haven’t gone out for breakfast in forever. Alexia didn’t want to because of the calories”

Frido furrowed her brows in annoyance of Alexia.

“Fuck the calories, Fuck Alexia, I work hard to be able to have them”

You let out a chuckle.

“I think I have had enough of fucking Alexia for a lifetime, babe”

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You found yourself sat down by the window in this beautiful little cafe. It had an almost magical view of the park with a river slithering through it and a view of the little playground. The sun was beaming outside, and it was peaking out from the lace curtains hanging from the ceiling.

The coffees you ordered arrived, and you took a sip of yours before breaking out in a disappointed grin. The grin on your face caused Frido to giggle, nearly spilling out the contents of her cup. She looked at your cup, and back at hers before pushing her cup towards you. You took a sip and instantly felt satisfied. Your eyes were practically seeing stars. Frido smiled before accepting your cup as hers. The gesture made your heart swell with pride of your bestfriend. Alexia hadn’t done anything like that for you since you were teens.

“You know how they say that women see it coming? I honestly think that I did see it coming, and that’s why I’m doing okay. It’s weird, but she was spilling away for years. She forgot all dates and dinners, and she would tell me that i could just go to be because she was gonna be home late. Like, it feels like the love died before our relationship did.”

“I get that, isn’t it like an intuition thing? I’m pretty sure i saw a tiktok about it from a psychiatrist earlier.”

“Intuition? Interesting. I guess you could say that, I mean, I’m sad of course. Anyone would be. But then again, I’m okay with her decision. I’ve come to terms with it. If she didn’t love me anymore, then it’s better that she ended things.”

“It’s just so odd, Y/N. I don’t understand why she ended things with you. She makes it seem like you weren’t together for over 10 years.”

“That’s actually funny, she never gave me a reason! Perhaps I didn’t do her laundry well enough or maybe my cooking is shit.”

You frowned a bit when things about all the things you probably did wrong. Frido raised an eyebrow before letting out a short laugh.

“What are you even on about, you mad woman! Your cooking is elite. You have better housewife skills than my mom. Gud, if i ever encounter the woman then i might have to end her.”

You laughed softly at Frido until you noticed that the server was coming over with two steaming plates. She sat them down in front of you and you looked up at Frido who were grinning from ear to ear.

“This looks delish! Devine! If I were out on the deathrow, this would be my last meal.” Frido joked while studying her plate.

“Let me take a quick story of you and the food, pretty please?”

Frido raised her brow at you in confusion. The worry in your pit appeared, but was quickly erased by Frido’s reassuring words.

“Babe, you don’t have to ask. I’ve already said that! You support my work by coming to games, even Sweden games. I support your work by appearing on your socials. Alexia really did rearrange your head, is that why she suddenly never appeared on your socials?”

You nodded before raising your shoulders. Your phone was grabbed from the table and Frido did a wink to you when you turned the frame in her direction. You placed down you phone before stabbing the pancake with your fork and dipping it in the Canadian syrup. The meal went on, and you talked about everything from your work to when Frido’s next international match was going to take place.

“The match is set for July 11th, it’s a home game at first before the return in Ireland.”

You nodded eagerly while having strawberries filling your mouth.

“I’m planning to head out a few days earlier. You know, to see Morsan and Pappa. My grandparents have also been missing me.”

You swallowed down the berries before taking a sip of coffee.

“Oh, how are things with Simon now? Is he still busy being needy?”

“Haha, I guess I didn’t tell you! I ended things with him, it just wasn’t working out”

You raised your brow in confusion before putting your fork down.

“But you were so in love just a few months ago go? What happened?”

Frido shrugged her shoulders while leaning backwards to her chair.

“It wasn’t really love, more like a friendly kind of love. I don’t really think I ever felt in love with him, you know. The butterflies kind of love?”

You nodded at her while giving her a sincere smile.

“Hot girl summer it is then!”

Frido laughed at you before smiling widely. The pair of you started eating before Frido’s head suddenly popped up towards you.

“Girl, you should come with me to Sweden! You can meet my family, I can show you my childhood memories and you can join me to Ireland! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

You looked at her, slightly skeptical.

“Are you sure? Not to be a party pooper, but have you asked the team?”

“I’m sure they’ll just be happy to have a social media specialist joining us! Besides, there are some pretty good looking girls on the squad.”

Frido winked before you giggled again. Nobody could make you laugh like Frido.

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A few weeks later you were sitting in your temporary bedroom at Frido’s while editing some content for your social media. It was an event you did a few months prior with an organisation that has volunteers who cleans the beaches. It was all done as a part of their summer campaign, and the deadline was creeping up on you. The issue was that Alexia had tagged along on the event, and you watched clips of you filing vlog style while other clips were filmed by a crew.

The clips made you feel numb, but this was work and it was already a done deal. You had already signed it, and Alexia had agreed to it earlier. You made a mental note to send Alexia a text about the video coming out before it was live. It was the last content you had of the pair of you together and quite a few of the huge amount of followers you had, had started questioning it. You had always been all about transparency, but this time it was different. This was personal, and it was something that needed time. At the same time, you felt like the fans deserved honesty from you.

You write down in your book to talk to your PR adviser about how to address it in the meeting that was coming up in a few days. But what was also coming up in a few days, was your trip with Frido. The excitement has finally started blossoming when she got the green light from her national team, and the trip could’nt have come at a better time.

“Y/N, hide your titties, I’m coming in!”

You giggled as Frido walked in with her hands over her eyes.

“You are all clear babe, no titties out. Besides when have I ever had my titties out?”

You asked in a sassy tone. Frido peeked through her hands before looking at you innocently while shrugging. She flopped onto your bed right next to you and pulled out her phone. She sat for a moment while you edited before she broke the silence.

“So, Alexia came to practice today”

You could feel your stomach drop to the ground. Your suddenly good mood turned into clouds and thunder.

“Good for her”

“Well, yes. But that’s besides the point. She asked about you.”

You felt yourself becoming protective and hostile when her name was mentioned. How dare she ask about you when she broke up with you? It made your blood boil, and your cheeks rushed with blood. You closed your MacBook before looking at Frido.

“What did she want?”

Frido looked at you.

“Do you want me to tell you the truth or what you want to hear?”

“The truth”

“She asked if she could come over to talk to you, and she handed me this. She said it belonged to you, that you forgot it behind.”

You looked at Frido with anger in your eyes. It was building up rapidly, like steam was about to come flying out of your ears. You couldn’t form a sentence, not even say a word. Frido looked apologetically at you.

“I’m sorry babe; but this is all yours. I’m gonna hop into the shower, i have dinner with Cata and Caro soon”

She moved to stand on her knees in the bed before she kissed the top of your head and walk out of the room, closing the door behind her. You looked at the box Alexia had sent with her, and you wanted to burn it up. You wanted to destroy it, to throw it off a cliff and to hand it in to a charity shop. Whatever was left in the box was something that you had been perfect without.

You sat and stared at the box for a good 30 minutes debating on whether to open it or not. The decision ended up on leaning into your natural curious side. You pulled the lid of the box before closing your eyes and holding the box infront of your face.

Your eyes opened up with a squint, scared to see what was inside.

The first thing you pulled up was a picture of your cat. Gosh, you thought to yourself. I’m going to get him back.

You reached into the box and found a picture of you and Alexia. It was taken at a water park when you were 14, and your families had decided to do a shared vacation.

Then your hand found a little box.

You picked it up and shook it.

You immediately knew what was inside.

The lid was pushed off.

There it was.

In all its shining glory.

The band of Alexia’s promise ring.

You instinctively closed your eyes.

You picked it up and turned it around to face you while having your eyes closed.

You flipped it around towards you.

You opened your eyes in agony.

Wrong.

It is your promise ring.

Or.

It was your promise ring.

[ornii]

She Likes to Flirt (A Lot)

Natasha Romanoff X Male Reader (Short & Sweet) (Yup, Like Nat)

You obviously have a thing for Nat, and Almost everyone sees it.

Being the Spirit of Vengeance you held within yourself the devils bounty hunter, making you one of the most powerful begins on earth and a potential Level 10 Threat. Obviously you were scouted by S.H.I.E.L.D and joined their marry band of heroes, the Avengers. And after the little stunt in New York, the rest was history. Mission after mission you slowly grew closer to Natasha. Seasoned Assassin and Spy, she was the first you met due to her doing recon for Nick Fury. Naturally you two grew to be good friends, perhaps, even more.

It was nearing Night, after another mission at Sokovia you headed back to Stark Tower to celebrate, the massive parking garage opens up and you park your chopper there. Following behind was Natasha as usuals, somehow the Jeep didn’t get demolished in the fight. You chucked as you walked to the elevator. Natasha follows, looking at the bike.

“Aren’t gonna take your keys?” She asked, “Trust me, that bike isn’t going anywhere without me.” You reassured her, tapping the upper floors you both stood there as it began to rise. She dusts herself off as you try to put the flames off on your coat.

“Good mission overall.” She said, “Yup, Bruce and Tony are in their nerd lab brooding or something. With them together I’m a bit worried.”

“Don’t be. We can handle them, well I can.” She said, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You respond and she keeps her eyes forward, smiling. She ignores your question.

“You stink.” She said.

“I Tore through hydra guards like butter with a hot knife, I’m gonna stink. I’m pretty proud of that.” You said, “You do have a lot of. Good assets.” Nat said.

“Well damn that’s a first. A compliment.” You said.

“Now you know Steve doesn’t like that kind of language.” She said jokingly, you bite your lip and look forward trying not to laugh.

“He’s never gonna live that down.” You said

“Ever.” Natasha comments.

“You know you stink too right? Gonna need to shower.”

“Obviously, we have a party tonight, plus I have to put my face on, or whatever normal women say.” Natasha looks at her reflection.

“You’re Normal Nat.” You said to cheer her up. She turns to you, smiling. “I’m an assassin and you’re a bounty hunter for the devil, we’re not normal.”

“Well obviously but, looks wise, you don’t need to put on your face, looks good as is.” You point out, poking her forehead. Before she can open her mouth for some cheeky response, the Elevator opens and you step out.

“See you tonight Red.” You give her a send off before heading to the one room you somewhat own in the Tower.

The Party Finally arrives and you’re mingling with Thor and Rhody, who’s giving an, interesting story.

“Well, you know, the suit can take the weight, right? So I take the tank, fly it right up to the General's palace, drop it at his feet, I'm like, "Boom! You looking for this?" He explains, (Y/n) and Thor exchange glances and then back to Rhody. "Boom! Are you looking..." Why do I even talk to you guys? Everywhere else that story kills.

“That's the whole story?” Thor asks.

“Yeah, it's a War Machine story.”

“Well, it's very good then. It's impressive.”

“Yeah the Tank Part was really cool.” You said, Rhody sighs. “Okay fine, what did you do that was cool?”

“Uh, recently? By myself? A meteor was gonna hit Sweden so, I flew into the air and used my chain to pull the meteor back and hurl it into the atmosphere.” You casually explain, Rhody looks flabbergasted. “It was a Tuesday, I think.” You said, Rhody walks off as Thor Pats you on the shoulder. “That’s, very impressive.” And walks off, maybe you were going a little too high, you finished your beer and looked to the bar for more, what caught your eye was the redhead in a perfectly fitting white dress, you mosey over and casually slide down on a seat. Your eyes and Nat’s lock, and she smiles.

“Come here often, handsome?” She was the first to lay the foundation for the chat and you went right along with it.

“No, first time, but I saw this beautiful bombshell working the Bar and I had to see her.” You reply, Nat couldn’t hide her smile.

“Now what kind of man would leave a woman like you all by your lonesome, must have a bad taste in them.” You added on.

“He's not so bad. Well, he has a temper. Deep down he's all fluff. Fact is, he's not like anybody I've ever known. All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, trying to actually do the right thing. Even if he screws if up sometimes.”

“He…Sounds amazing.”

“He's also a huge dork.” She adds in, (Y/n) looks blindsided, Nat shrugs, “Chicks dig that. So what do you think should I fight this, or run with it?”

“Well, the guy really likes you.. I say give a chance, see where it goes? Is that, wrong to ask?” He asks, so hopeful. Nat smiles and sits up from the bar.

“Not at all, but, I think she likes you too, it may not look like it now... But never say never.” Natasha walks away, and Steve approaches (Y/n,) who sat there really considering her words.

“It's nice.” Steve said.

“What?” You reply confused.

“You and Romanoff.”

“No, me and her aren’t uh.. you know.” You mutter, Steven shakes your resolve.

“It's okay. Nobody's breaking any by-laws. It's just, she's not the most... open person in the world. But with you she seems very relaxed.”

“Yeah, Nat she... she likes to flirt. So do I.” You admit, now daydreaming of her slowly taking that dress off. But Steve ruins your daydreaming.

“I've seen her flirt, up close. This ain't that. Look, as maybe the world's leading authority on "waiting too long;" don't. You both deserve a win.” Steve gives you some damn good advice, and went off to his lonesome. You really thought about what he said.

“You know Steve, you got a point.. we do deserve a happy ending and— Wait, what the hell do you mean, "up close"?!

[multidimensionalslvt]

۪۫🐾'۪ 𖧵 introducing my archeologist-YouTuber dr ˊ˗

A/n: FINALLY GOT MY MOTIVATION 😭😭. If you have any questions ask!!

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ME - E - EE .ᐟ

✶⋆. birth name : Moira Swan

✶⋆. online name : Angel

✶⋆. nicknames : ang, mor, moi

✶⋆. nationality : Swedish-American

✶⋆. birthday : September 27

✶⋆. zodiac : libra

✶⋆. languages : Swedish, English, German

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PERSONALITY .ᐟ

✶⋆. traits : quick thinker, genius, creative, hilarious, adventurous, compelling, attractive, initiative, problem solver, sarcastic, flirty, competitive

✶⋆. likes : going on runs, digging, archeology, coffee, drunk karaoke, dancing, working out, chocolate chip pancakes, reading, playing guitar, Dr Pepper, F1, going to the beach, Taylor Swift, flirting with people, being unhinged on the internet, my friends, making youtube videos, Streaming on twitch, hockey, animals, learning about history

✶⋆. dislikes : Littering, Poaching, nosy people, Dr Pepper haters, people that slut shame, being told to calm down, the smell of nail polish, rude people, lavender scented things, liars

✶⋆. known for : the songs ‘maneater’ ‘slumber party’ ‘circus’ ‘promiscuous’ ‘obsessed’ ‘where u @‘ , iconic one liners,, being an archeologist, angelsplaining, being bffs with jshlatt, being friends with Charles and Arthur Leclerc, being a formula one stan, streaming, being a YouTuber, party girl, flirting with EVERYONE, being a swiftie, being beautiful, where I’m from, reading spicy books, taking so many photos, having cool hair, being up at crazy hours, having an insane converse collection, having best fan interactions, drunk karaoke, vlogging, being a hunger games, marvel, and criminal minds stan, simping for celebrities and fictional characters on the main, being unhinged, knowing basically everyone

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APPEARANCE .ᐟ

✶⋆. face claim : Madison Bailey

✶⋆. height : 5’6

✶⋆. hair : My hair is a mixture of red, ash blond, brown (like a calico cat I suppose).

✶⋆. extra : I have light freckles, septum piercing, 5 ear piercings on both sides, belly piercing, central labreth piercing, mountain looking birthmark on my thigh, scar on my hand from my first time in the field, 16 plus tattoos

✶⋆. style : idrk how to describe it but it’s a mix of everything. Casual and abstract.

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FAMILY/BACKSTORY .ᐟ

✶⋆. backstory ; Grew up in Sweden until my brother and I were 10 years old. (Our parents were not rich but well off) Then we moved to the USA. Mal and I started carting in Sweden at age 6. At 12 our parents died in an accident. And we were forced into foster care. My brother and I stopped carting for a while until we were 14 and my sister convinced him to continue. When our sister became 18, she started raising us. We lived in Texas. Until we graduated highschool (mal and I graduated a year early) then I went to college and my sister and brother moved to cali. I graduated at 20 then I jumped head first into my archeological career.

sibling one

✶⋆. name : Nevaeh Swan

✶⋆. age : 28

✶⋆. career : professional dance choreographer.

✶⋆. extra : we’re so close omg. She has a YouTube channel.

sibling two

✶⋆. name : MalakI Swan

✶⋆. age : 24

✶⋆. career : formula 2 racer (soon to be f1)

✶⋆. extra : my twin. we’re known as the trouble twins😭. Oh and I forced him to make a yt channel.

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LIFE .ᐟ

✶⋆. job : archeologist, streamer, youtuber

✶⋆. main friends : handsum fella, Jshlatt, Ludwig, Jack Manifold, Hasanabi, Austin show, Carina Singh (my manager), Lando Norris, Logan Saergant, Valkyrae

social media

✶⋆. youtube channels : I have like 3

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ subscribers : 999k

⊹ content : random facts about archeology, have a segment called “angelsplaining” where I basically explain shit.

✧ user : angel.digz

✧ subscribers : 714k

✧ content : gaming content/like more of my streaming content

ᯓ extra : I also am thinking about having a vlog channel. And my siblings and I have a channel for our podcast.

✶⋆. twitch :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 645k

⊹ content : this is more so streams about my day job ig.

✧ user : Angel.digz

✧ followers : 701k

✧ content : where I do video games or tier lists or wtv. I also have a segment called “angelic nights” where I pull all nighters with my guests. We stream 3-4 hours then vlog the rest.

✶⋆. instagram : I have 3 accounts. My 3rd one is private.

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 991k

✧ user : angel.jpg

✧ followers : 289k

✶⋆. tiktok :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 1.01 m

⊹ content : a bunch of shit tbh idk how to describe.

✧ user : angeldigzdeeznuts

✧ followers : 21k

✧ content : this is my alt so I just post unhinged videos?? Idk😭

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PETS .ᐟ

number one

✶⋆. name : Cassius

✶⋆. age : 2 years

✶⋆. species : frog!!

number two

✶⋆. name : Calliope

✶⋆. age : 3 years

✶⋆. species : birb!!

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[apartmentwhereikeepallofmyswords]

Some incorrect quotes from a silly generator plus mystic (my oc). Enjoy cause I loved imagining these scenarios with this dumbass and the bois

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Mystic: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Dust: If?

Axe: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die."

Mystic: Hey, Killer? Can I get some dating advice?

Killer: Just because I’m with Color doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Mystic: We need to get through this locked door. Killer, give me your credit card.

Killer: Here.

Mystic, pocketing it: Thanks. Axe, kick down the door.

Mystic: Don't worry, I got a plan.

Killer: Alright.

Mystic: TraitorSayWhat?

Cross: Excuse me?

Mystic: What?

Everyone:

Mystic:

Mystic: No wait-

Mystic: How's the sexiest person here~?

Killer: I don't know, how are they~?

Mystic, flustered: I-

Color, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Mystic: Killer and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Color: *Sighing* What did Killer do?

Mystic: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Killer: Who wants a steering wheel?

Mystic: WHY. why did you give Color a KNIFE?!

Killer: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Mystic: Now I feel unsafe!

Killer: I’m sorry.

Killer: ... would you like a knife?

Color: HELP! I TOLD MYSTIC I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Killer, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Ccino : Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Killer: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Color: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Killer: Good thinking.

Mystic: Wait! just *keep* stabbing me. infinite money.

Color and Ccino: No!

Killer, already nodding and lifting a knife: infinite money

Mystic: Color, can I talk to you for a second?

Color: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Killer are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Mystic: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Color: Thats not... Remind me to bring this up later.

Ccino: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Killer: I'm a knife.

Mystic, from across the room: He’s the little spoon.

Mystic: While I’m gone, Killer, you’re in charge.

Killer: Yes!!!

Mystic, whispering: Color, you’re secretly in charge.

Color: Obviously.

Mystic: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Killer: Just rip the bandage off.

Mystic: It’s Mare.

Killer: Put the bandage back on

Mystic: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Killer: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Mystic: Yes!

Color: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Mystic: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Killer: Okay, but what is updog?

Color: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Mystic: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Color: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Mystic: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Color: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Mystic: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Color: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Killer: What’s a henway??

Mystic: Oh, about five pounds.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Mystic: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Cross: ...I did. I broke it.

Mystic: No. No you didn't. Dust?

Dust: Don't look at me. Look at the boss.

Nightmare: What?! I didn't break it.

Dust: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Nightmare: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Dust: Suspicious.

Nightmare: No, it's not!

Killer: If it matters, probably not, but Axe was the last one to use it.

Axe: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Dust: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Axe: I chew on the wooden sticks. Everyone knows that, Dust!

Cross: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Mystic.

Mystic: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Axe: Mystic... Killer’s been awfully quiet.

Killer: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Mystic, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Mystic: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Mystic:

Mystic: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Mystic: We need to distract these guys

Killer: Leave it to me

Killer: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Color, Nightmare, and Axe: *Immediately begin arguing*

Dust, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

Mystic: Croissants: dropped

Cross: Road: works ahead

Killer: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Dust: Shavacado: fre

Axe: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Nightmare:

Nightmare, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Mystic: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Cross: >:O language

Killer: Yeah watch your fucking language

Dust: OKAY WHO TAUGHT CROSS THE FUCK WORD?

Axe: 'The fuck word'.

Nigthmare: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Dust: Oh my god they censored it

Axe: Say fuck, Nightmare.

Killer: Do it, Nighty. Say fuck.

Mystic: Rules are made to be broken.

Cross: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Color: Uh, piñatas.

Killer: Glow sticks.

Axe: Karate boards.

Dust: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Mystic: Rules.

Cross:

*The squad right before Mystic's wedding*

Cross: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Axe: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Ccino: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Dust, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

Killer and Color: WE HAVE A WEDDING TO GET MARRIED AT.

Mystic: I CAN'T DO IT!

Killer, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Mystic: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Color: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Mystic:

Mystic: I appreciate it,

Mystic: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Cross: Mystic-

Mystic: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Cross: Mystic we gotta-

Mystic: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Mystic: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Mystic, motioning to a picture of Ccino: NOT FUCKIG THIS!

Mystic: Time for plan G.

Nightmare: Don’t you mean plan B?

Killer: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Ace: What about plan D?

Mystic: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Cross: What about plan E?

Mystic: I’m hoping not to use it. Axe dies in plan E.

Dust: I like plan E.

Color: How. How much caffeine have you two had.

Mystic and Killer vibrating: So much.

[imheredisappointingmyparents]

My opinion on Leigh Bardugo's character's names as Eastern European:

- Alina Starkov - 8/10, it'd be believable if it was StarkovA and it doesn't make sense her grandpa to be named Stark but ok ig.

- Malyan Oretsev - 0/10, Malyan literally means small, nobody would name their kid this way.

- Genya Safin - 0/10, I absolutely despise it. Genya is nick name for Genadiy which is strictly masc name. I think it should be ZHenya SafinA. Zhenya is neutral (nick)name used for Evgeniy/Evgeni(y)a.

- Nikolai Lantsov - 6/10, the name is translatinized either Nikolay, or Nikolaĭ, other wise it sounds bad. I'm also not fan of the name Lantsov because it comes from the word lantsi what we call golden necklaces shaped like chains.

- Alexander Morozova - 9/10, absolutely believable name if it wasn't the 'a' I learned exists.

- Eryk - 0/10 The name is stupid. It is not typical name esp. for that long ago and transcyrillized it's Ерйк which is unpronouncable.

- Zoya Nazyalensky - 9/10 it should be Nazyalenska.

- Tolya Yul-Bataar - 9.5/10 his father is supposed to be from Shu-Han which is like the version for Mongolia there so the first name is a bit questionable

- Tamar Kir-Bataar - 8.5/10 The same with Toya plus the name is usually Tamara

- David Kostyk - 5/10 cuz the first name is logical but the last name is transcyrillized Костйк which is unpronounceable

- Nadia Zhabin - 4/10 The name is Nadya, not Nadia, it sounds weird. Plus I doubt someone would name their 'from a frog', 'granddaughter of a frog' or 'the one who takes care of frogs' because zhaba means frog. Also it should be ZhabinA.

- Adrik Zhabin - 7/10 Adrik is weird name but it's pronounceable

- Dunyasha Latzareeva - 9.5/10 I think the last name is supposed to be Lazareeva or Lazarova.

- Vasiliy Lantsov - 8/10 because of the weird last name

- Tatiana Lantsov - 2/10 because the name is Tatyana not Tatiana, it sounds weird. And the last name is weird plus it should be LantsovA. She is also to be supposed to be from Fjerda that seems a bit like the equivalent of Sweden and I don't think the name makes sense.

- Ludmila Lantsov - 4/10 it should be LYUdmila LantsovA

- Sergei Beznikov - 3/10 The name is Sergey or Sergeĭ. Also Beznikov is not really nice name cuz the pronunciation is weird.

- Marie - 7/10 The name is almost always Mariya (or Maria, depends on the translatinization the country chose) and it can't be justified as nick name or shorten version because the right one is either Masha or Mimi.

- Yevgeniy Lantsov - 0/10 I've got to add this because I'm tired of western people adding Y in front of E in names like Evgeniy, Elena and etc.

- Ilya Morozova - 9/10 It should be Morozov.

- Baghra - 0/10 The transcyrilizaion is unpronounceable. And if she wanted to name her something like this she could've used Bagra which literally means colour.

Ms. Bardugo has 110/210 from me.

I still wish I never saw how the names were in the original and we can still ask for more the Western authors and media.

[lazzzybabydoll]

Hi, this is my blog and my diary. I want to keep my name private.

I have lived in Sweden🇸🇪 my whole life but both my parents is from Vietnam 🇻🇳 so I dont know if I'm Asian or Wasian

I enjoy listening to every type of music except for rock and heavy metal.🎶

Talent: stalking and make up scenarios in my head.

If ya need someone to talk to or vent on something then just dm me cuz I'm always here for my girlies.

MY TC❤️

TC M

He is 35 years old and has a wife and three kids, the kids are probably under 10 years old. He is my math teacher, and he is incredibly smart. He has dirty blonde hair with a few gray strands, which makes him look like a sexy dad. His blue eyes are so dreamy. He is about 6 feet 2 inches tall and is very fit, with an attractive athletic build, plus those veiny arms! He wears black round glasses, he has some basic but decent style and his jawline is sharp. He low-key looks like NICK FROM The Crush 1993 MOVIE.

TC N

He is 30 years old, has no kids, but has had a girlfriend for 7 years. I think they are going to get married soon. I’m not sure how tall he is, but he is around 6 feet. He is a gym enthusiast who practices kickboxing, and his physique is more athletic than M's! He has a lot of tattoos on his arms and possibly on his back as well. He teaches History and is very smart. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is not Swedish, but M is Swedish. I don't remember which country N is from, but it's somewhere in Europe. He looks a little like EZRA from Pretty Little Liars but older tattoo version. We call him N!

I don't plan to do anything weird, like a teacher-student relationship, because that's not going to happen. This is just a crush, nothing more.🎀😋

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

new syd backstory!!

tagging; @asclexe @ppth-staff @prettypinkbubbless @rainismdata @1mlostnow

tw; neglect, abuse, gorey description kinda, sh, suicide imp.

syd was born on the 2nd of june, 1986 - 18 as of '04 - in sweden to delilah gösta and will forrest. will was a famous neuro surgeon, world famous i mean. delilah was a banker. syd was very much neglected by even since he was born, having a massive effect on him. by the age of 4, delilah left the family, going to get married to a rich guy in paris. considering this, will moved him and syd back to england. but, will started to drink and become abusive toward syd, beatings and hitting. this carried on until the most significant years of syds life, years 10-13. at the age of 10, will shoved a match into syds face to try teach him a lesson, leaving syd was a burn scar on the left side of his face. at the age of 12, will broke a beer bottle on a cabinet and knocked syd to the ground, then proceeded to stab his right thigh with the glass, leaving syd was a forever limp. syd was also forced to sleep on the floor, leading to his chronic back pain. at the age of 13, syd resulted to self-harm to cope with the abuse. he then attempted, landing him in the hospital in the care of james wilson, who cared for him and was the first person to notice the abuse and put a stop to it, fostering syd for a year and finally adopting him at the age of 14. seeming wilson and syds relationship was close, syd git out all of his childhood in wilson, like snuggling, sitting on his lap, pet names, stuff like that. and he loved it. plus, wilson didn't mind. by the age of 16, syd was enrolled in john hopkins, as his father went there and was still a remarkable student. syd aced everything, even being valedictorian at the age of graduating at 18, the start of the actual tv show. syd was a reoccurring character on the show, usually seen at wilsons apartment or just around the hospital as he was a cardio resident. by season 3 or the age of 24, he was cardio head, making him one of the main characters as he often worked with both house and wilson.

additional information;

the whole thing with will forrest being famous was that he had a massive, famous scandal after syd was fostered. it was known famously as the 'forrest scandal' on how he was an addict and abused his child [childs name not disclosed (child was syd)].

syd is also close to house, seeing him as an uncle as house has a soft spot for him. as he was also abused by his father.

syd has friendships with other ocs as well, being good friends with cosmo and seeing eddie as another father figure, those are his most notable relationships. other than bird/steven being his actual, blood-related cousin.

syd sometimes uses a cane because of his back and slight limp.

[tgmsunmontue]

It's all academic darlin' PART 6/10

12k+ Hangster AU. Updating 2-3 parts per week and will be finished by 14th January 2024. (Each part is ~1500 words).

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

For the emails in this part (because bold (Bradley Bradshaw) and italics (Jake Seresin) aren't super obvious) the beginning and ending of emails are also marked with this: <>

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

                Bradley stares at the email and snorts in disbelief. Fucking hell, Mav's right. Alive and breathing and he’ll flirt with it. Though it does make him wonder why Jake didn't flirt with him when they were at the cabin. One word he'd never use to describe Jake Seresin is shy.

&lt;>You’re lucky you’re not one of my students. Pretty sure I’d have to report that email for sexual harassment.<>

&lt;>Lucky for you I’m not. Anyway, you started it.<>

&lt;>Not intentionally. I’ve used that turn of phrase dozens of times before and never had anyone reply like you have. And I’m never going to be able to use it again without thinking it’s inappropriate, so thanks for that.<>

&lt;>I aim to please.<>

&lt;>I’m sure you do.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>I’m sure you do.<>

                Those four little words have Jake taking in a long slow breath, he’s never before realized that flirting through email was something you could do. Makes sense, he’s done it through text messages and apps plenty, and obviously in person, but through email is a new thing. Plus he’s never flirted and not known what the person looked like before, even if they were old pictures on Tinder or Grindr… Apps he never got back around to reinstalling on his phone. He wonders if it’s just the length of time since he got laid that is making him feel… interested. Curious. This flirting is two-way, he hasn’t had the guy give short or sharp replies, he’s humoring Jake. Almost playful.

                He’s on a carrier for the next few months, training and upskilling; so he has nothing to lose in emailing this guy. Being flirty. Plus he’ll actually get some answers to his original questions which he sent off earlier. He’s definitely more interested in this than he thought though, wonders if the guy is single. Okay. That’s putting the carriage before the horse, they’re exchanging emails. If it becomes something more than just… light flirting and getting to know each other then he will ask.

…             …             …

&lt;>So what do you like to do in your down time?<>

&lt;>Well, I have a pretty full schedule. I teach and carry out research, but that’s my job so not down time I guess. But I love it, so it doesn’t exactly feel like work. Outside of my paid hours of work I do… well. Everything? I love trying new things, sometimes the more dangerous the better. I do rock climbing at least twice a week, hiking, do some jet skiing, water skiing, snowboarding. Picked up all the winter sports when I lived in Sweden. Plus my dad is a freaking daredevil and adrenalin junky so he’s always finding ways to do stupid shit. Usually drags me along. I go out to a quiz night with my postgrad students and some colleagues. What about you?<>

&lt;>You mean the very little leave I have? I usually spend it with friends and doing whatever they want to do. I’ve started enjoying hiking a bit more, like keeping active. I love my job too, feel very lucky to get to fly and get paid for it.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>Favorite type of music?<>

&lt;>Country. Can take the Texan out of Texas, but you can’t take the country lovin’ out of the Texan. You?<>

<>I’ve yet to hear music I don’t like. But I’m a fan of things I can sing along to. I’m constantly singing, people say they can hear me before they can see me.<>

                Jake rubs his eyes, feels like he’s making connections where they don’t exist. Lots of people like singing along to music. And Bradley is a common name. In the beginning some of the emails do actually go into the work Bradley does, and he gets more articles to read. He’s got a much better grasp of materials science now, and he re-reads the original article Mav gave him and it’s fascinating now, rather than being slightly interesting.

…             …             …

&lt;>So how long is your deployment and what are you up to? If you can share it.<>

&lt;>Unless something comes up I’ve got three months left of what is a seven month deployment. And I’m a naval aviator. Recently been doing nothing but night landings, which I have to admit has to be my least favorite thing to do. Nothing like taking off from a carrier though.<>

&lt;>My dad was a naval aviator. A RIO.<>

&lt;>Does he still fly?<>

&lt;>No. He died when I was small. Training exercise actually, so you be safe out there.<>

&lt;>Always.<>

                Bradley stares at the screen in front of him, thinks about Mav telling him that Jake saved his life and what kind of fucked up mission apparently made him an Ace. Knows his mom didn’t want him joining any of the armed forces, but he doesn’t know how she’d feel about him wanting to… date one. Obviously exchanging some emails isn’t dating, but he still feels like he’s laying groundwork for something and it’s a little unsettling. But his life is so heavily intertwined with the defense force, he understands the ebb and flow and nature of work. Has to accommodate it often enough with his own research.

                Also, he’s not sure, but he gets the feeling that Jake has forgotten that they’ve met. He knows now that Jake was dealing with concussion when they met, so he’s wary about reminding him. He’s been there; both the dealing with a concussion and dealing with Mav playing a bit free and easy with personal medical details. Regardless, being reminded you’ve forgotten shit and not remembering just makes you feel like shit so he just… ignores it. He doesn’t mention Mav, wouldn’t have mentioned Ice anyway, and just refers to his ‘dad’ to sort-of describe his dad, Mav, and Ice, even if it might get confusing if Jake picks up on it.

                He takes the email communication as the opportunity it is though, to get to know Jake without the idea that he needs to portray any particular type of image. He’s going to ask all the questions which have crossed his mind in the last few months. Okay. Maybe not all of them…

…             …             …

&lt;>Do you like cooking?<>

&lt;>Yeah, definitely. I don’t get much opportunity though. My gran taught me. I like the meditative nature of a lot of the works. Like kneading dough, julienning vegetables, finely dicing things… that’s one of my happy places. What about you?<>

&lt;>Yeah, I love cooking too. I totally get what you mean about it being meditative, takes you out of other thoughts and makes you focus. Also I love cooking for others. I’m told it’s one of my love languages.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>You ever wonder what your life would be like if you took a different path? I think about it sometimes, if I'd studied something different, or followed my dad despite my mom pretty much expressly forbidding me to do so...<>

&lt;>I'd be on my family ranch. Or in the airforce. I like my life though, wouldn't want to change much. <>

&lt;>No regrets then?<>

&lt;>A few. But I wouldn’t be the man I am today without them so not really.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>Sorry this can’t be longer – I’ve got a pile of marking and then I’ve got to get to my dad’s for dinner. Weekly dinner cannot be missed upon pain of death, even if right now it’s a choice between undergraduate essays and dinner with the parentals.<>

                Jake frowns, he’s certain Bradley had said previously that his dad had died when he was young. Must be a step-dad or something. The emails haven’t remained super flirty, but there’s definitely been comments here and there. One email confirming he’s single, which Jake had tucked away; felt encouraged that this was going somewhere and he feels weirdly invested in just where that somewhere might be. The emails have made the weeks flow quickly, the constant communication back and forth has just felt… good. Bradley has made him laugh, and challenged him to think about technical shit which he’d never done before. He’s still been working out and socializing plenty, but for fifteen to thirty minutes a day he spends reading and writing to Bradley and he’ll be back within six days and Bradley’s last line in his email has his heart skipping a beat and then going double time.

&lt;>If my dates are right, then the GW gets in this week. How do you feel about catching up over a drink?<>

&lt;>Before or after the hands-on experience and private tour?<>

                He’s more confident this time that he’s going to get a positive answer, not the original dread after his first flirty email months ago. He does indeed get in this week, and for once he might have plans which aren’t with friends or family. He sends a quick email to his brother and sister, letting them know he’ll come and visit after he’s been back at least a week, which is his usual practice anyway.

…             …             …

&lt;>So the easiest thing, for an ACTUAL tour of the labs, is for you to come to the University. I finish teaching at 3 on Friday, so can show you around then. Just come to the engineering office and I’ll swing by. Then we can discuss the hands-on experiences. You want my number?<>

&lt;>You have a functioning phone?<>

&lt;>Harsh. Here’s my number anyway. I’ll try and keep my phone safe.<>

                What the fuck.

                That’s just… it’s too much of a coincidence now. Jake scrunches his face and wonders if he’s maybe still just trying to make connections where there aren’t any. Is it all wishful thinking on his part? There just seems to be more and more mounting evidence though. It started off with a couple of things that made him wonder. It’s been too long now to ask outright, but he’s put the pieces together. Bradley Bradshaw is also somehow Bradley Mitchell and a part of him doesn’t want to ask. Can’t ask now that it’s been four months of emailing back and forth. He grabs his phone, most of the contacts are callsigns or emojis, and he decides to go with the theme and puts a little rooster emoji and he opens up the notes app. Wants to list things manually.

                He likes singing to music.

                He may or may not have a functioning phone. Again?

                He’s a navy brat, which any kid of Mav’s would be.

                Except he said his dad died in a training exercise…

                Mav gave me the article.

                Okay.

                Okay.

                He cracks his knuckles and searches for Bradley Bradshaw again. Pictures of the Bradley who he thinks of as Mav’s son come up again, but this time he does some actual digging, clicking through links to conferences featuring keynote speaker profiles and it has actual photos. Definitely photos of Bradley Bradshaw, his name under the photo and everything. So Bradley Bradshaw and Bradley Mitchell are the same person and he’s coming to grips with that, because Mav gave him the article. He goes back and adds a row of exclamation points with a few question marks to help convey his confusion. What did Mav mean by giving him the article? What is he missing? Is he missing anything? Is he reading too much into this? He tugs at his hair in frustration.

                Wait.

                He goes back through the emails and there, Bradley says his dad was a naval aviator. Well, he guesses Mav was one too, even… but no. Bradley said his dad died during a training exercise. Something is tickling in the back of his mind and he logs in to the naval database, types in the name Bradshaw and there it is. There’s a fucking family resemblance to write home about, holy shit. He falls down a little rabbit hole of enquiry and finds out the history of Nicholas Bradshaw and Peter Mitchell and he knows now, 99.99% that Bradley Bradshaw is also Mav’s son. He puts all his email interactions with Bradley into perspective and yeah, they’d definitely been flirting and getting to know each other really well. He’s shared some things with Bradley which only Javy or his siblings know.

                Also Bradley’s hot, even with the shirts and bad moustache and now that he knows what Bradley Bradshaw looks like, knows what he looks like shirtless chopping wood, or stripping off after a run, or explaining how the pump system works… Fucking hell, of course he knows shit about stuff like that, he’s an engineer. He said he was a teacher. And he loves music, and flying and can cook… He goes back to Rate my Professor and rereads them with new eyes and huh, okay, yeah, it all tracks.

                Okay. They’ve arranged to meet and then… go from there. He’s not naïve enough to know drinks could mean anything, because Bradley Bradshaw for sure as hell knew who he was talking to the whole time. It does raise a different question in Jake’s mind though.

                Did he think Jake knew who he was talking to?

PART 7

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[duchessofostergotlands]

Loved your analysis on the possible procession of the BRF in 10 years. I’m curious how modern monarchies as a whole (in Europe and abroad) will be viewed. Most monarchies are constitutionally bound forms of government for their countries, or so steeped in the establish of the government a la the BRF that short of the second coming they aren’t going away lol. But interest can and does wane especially if cost of living crises continue in various parts of the globe and people are focused on getting through the day as opposed to whatever royal drama or event is happening that day or month. I also agree that Charlotte will have unprecedented focus on her (and also on lili as well) and I do worry for them. But that is luckily a couple decades away hopefully lol, and press and social media toxicity will have been much better regulated and controlled/ minimized.

I’ll answer the second part first because it’s shorter but I don’t think we’ve got decades, anon. Charlotte’s 9 this year, we have less than a decade! I also don’t have any reason to believe the press and social media will be better. It’ll just be horrible in a different way.

As for the first part, I don’t think you can look at monarchies "as a whole" and answer that anymore than I could answer how republics as a whole will be viewed in 10 years. You can’t really compare Thailand - an authoritarian monarchy where the King spends most of his time thousands of miles away with his harem - to Sweden, where the monarch has no executive power and is the most stereotypical Swedish man I’ve ever come across.

Interest waning isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Most people aren’t interested in the drama, most people don’t follow royal events, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have a general impression of a royal. I also think if they play their cards right something like the financial crisis can work. That sounds cold, I’m not making light of it, but I’ve talked about this balance between the monarchy and the government a lot and it’s a bit like a see saw. If the government are fucking up, the royals often look better. Take the Queen’s death and the removal of Liz Truss. I cannot tell you how many progressive, lefty journalists were saying through gritted teeth that the Truss fiasco highlighted just how smooth the transition of monarch was because they'd had decades to prepare. Or Grenfell. You had Theresa May hiding away so she didn’t have to face the community, whereas the royal family showed up for people and kept showing up and it earned them respect from people who probably wouldn’t care for the royals otherwise. COVID. There's lots of examples. Plus the fact sometimes people like the distraction, the frivolity. Everyone was so miserable about the 2012 Olympics before they happened - they're too expensive, they're too disruptive, we have better things to think about - but they came around and everyone loved them, it was amazing. Obviously if they handle it badly it won't be good for them, but it's not automatically going to be damaging to any royals or going to lead to people who did pay attention to royals suddenly stopping.

[bear-do-well]

Rating names I've considered using:

Roger: -10000000/10 WHAT WAS I THINKING

Thomas (Tom for short) 7/10. A bit basic. Would have named myself after my dead cat

Thorbjörn: 7/10 there was a very real chance we were moving to Sweden back then, so obviously I was like "need a Swedish name"

Torben: 7/10 Dutch equivalent of previous name

Mats: 9/10 Used to call myself Mats online years before I established I'm trans. Sounds nice together with my brother's name

Ozzy: 8/10 used this for quite some time. I did like it, but it sounds more like a nickname than an actual name

Dorian: 10/10 used this for a very long time. Very neat name and I do still answer to it if you call me this

Theodoric: 11/10 Nicholasname to my birthname

Diederik: 4/10 dutch version of previous name. Used to get mockingly called this for being too masculine

Diede: 10/10 birth name. Used to be embarrassed about being called this name but it grew on me. Also plus points for no additional paperwork due to me not changing my name

Yes, I very much see myself as someone whose name needs to start with either D or T

omg I also considered Roger for some reason 😭

[mariacallous]

Pretty much every online lurker knows the image: A man gawks at a passing woman making the kind of “How you doin’?” face that would make Joey Tribbiani blush. Ever since it landed in 2017, the “distracted boyfriend” meme, which took that stock photo and projected scenarios onto it, has been seared into the internet’s collective consciousness. Now, artificial intelligence is rendering the memory of that viral moment fuzzy, along with the memories of dozens of other memes.

Often called “time traveler” videos, particularly on TikTok, the AI-generated clips currently bouncing around the internet take well-known memes and add context that wasn’t there before. In some cases, they “interrupt” the action; sometimes they include a haunting specter. In the “distracted boyfriend” animation, which was posted on X (formerly known as Twitter) last month, the boyfriend is seen turning around and following the girl walking in the opposite direction while his girlfriend stands nearby.

The clip was made using Luma Dream Machine, an AI model that takes source images and text prompts and creates high-quality, realistic videos. Within days of its release, social media users started to borrow images and frames from recognizable memes to create visuals that test Dream Machine’s generation abilities. The results proved that while the AI model isn’t flawless, it does have the ability to rewrite internet history by altering the web’s most enduring images.

As Dream Machine spread, some common visual limitations and faults of generative AI showed up in the model’s output, such as unnatural human depictions and objects morphing. While some social media users found the visuals to be scary and concerning in terms of AI’s acceleration and its potential to create misinformation, others found amusement in the model’s incoherent errors.

While it may be disconcerting to think that one of these AI-altered memes could go so viral it eclipses the image that inspired it, Know Your Meme editor Phillip Hamilton believes that the trend doesn’t pose a huge threat to digital media preservation. Rather, it’s the ubiquity of the originals that makes the reboots work.

“Generally, everyone knows the context,” Hamilton says, referring to the viral images being edited. “The iconicness of the video is at the core of the trend … the core of the [time-traveler] meme is that popular thing being stopped.”

The nature of meme-sharing on social media revolves around user interaction with memes. Since most are the result of editing to begin with, editing memes with AI is fair game, Hamilton says.

Luma boasts that Dream Machine can generate 120 frames of high-quality video in under 120 seconds, despite facing significant delays due to extremely high demand. The speedy generation, along with the availability of a “free” tier that allows users to generate up to 30 clips per month, have made Dream Machine much more accessible than its OpenAI counterpart, Sora, which, despite being revealed in February, has not yet been released to the public so far.

The freedom and easy access of the Dream Machine model have led many users, like Lukas Robert Hron, a 23-year-old game developer based in Sweden, to create new versions of popular internet memes, like viral videos from the defunct platform Vine (RIP).

On June 14, Hron posted a clip on X showing a modified version of a 2013 Vine where a young kid incorrectly answers the question “What’s nine plus 10?” In Hron’s version, a shadow enters the room right before the boy declares his iconically wrong answer. Soundtracked by spooky music, the video sparked unnerving reactions from social media users who were as confused as intrigued. Two weeks after Hron posted it, the clip had racked up more than 30 million views on X, and as it made its way to different channels, the video accumulated captions like “POV: time traveler comes to stop meme.” As more users have remade viral Vines, the “time traveler” joke has followed them, too.

The videos, often bizarre in substance, trigger the sort of body horror that comes with generative AI’s uncanny depiction of human forms and movements. While Hron—who also happens to make horror games—did intend for his video to have an off-putting vibe, its strange visuals were merely a product of Dream Machine’s faults. Other posts under the “time traveler” trend show the people in the original videos being chased by shadow figures, morphing into unrecognizable creatures, and being consumed by monsters.

“It's a lot easier for AI to get things wrong, and that just makes them inherently scary,” Hron says.

While these AI-generated visuals might not overshadow the original memes, they signal a new wave of digital content and a new engagement dynamic for social media users. What might only look like bizarre and unrealistic meme-editing at the moment could set the groundwork for a widely skeptical online audience, one that believes not even memes are to be trusted.

[jayvrontio]

I’ve recently rewatched a movie called The Ritual(2017) based on the book writed by Adam Nevill and I must say that I truly loved this movie!

The acting, the settings, the feeling of being trapped in those woods without having a way out. I really loved all the details and I love how from a movie of 4 guys going on a hiking trip in the mountains after one of their best friends died, went to a true real life nightmare.

I first watched this movie when I was like in 7th grade and I was a scared lil kid back then and when I watched it for the first time I shit myself from how scared I was and I coudn’t watch more of the movie, I’ve watch only like half of it. And than this year I’ve decided to give it a try and man I really fell in love with it. I even rewached it three times already.

I like how there aren’t many jumpscares and just a little bit of gore but I was really interested in the nordic mythology and for me personally this movie is very important.

I really loved the 4 main characters that ones being Luke(the main protagonist), Hutch, Dom and Phil. They are just some good ol’ university friends trying to connect again after so much time by going on a trip in the Sweden mountains to honour their dead friend Rob who was killed in a store by some robers.

Luke as I said is the main protagonist and he is the one who the movie is happening around him. He was the one who was with Rob when he was killed and he didn’t take action to save him or help him and now himself and the rest of the group blames him for what happend to Rob.

Everyone blames him exept for Hutch(the second main character) who is the leader of the group and the most closest to Luke. He is the only one who don’t blames Luke and the only one who still considers Luke his friend.

Dom is like the crybaby drama queen of the group. He is always the one with the big mounth and complains alot. He is like that one annoying friend but you still care about him beacuse you know him how he is. Dom is the one who blames Luke for what happend and that grows the tension between the group.

Phill is the character with the less characterization not having a clear personality and most of the movie being in the background. Not a big fan of this character beacuse of the lack of personality he has and beacuse he had so much potential to have a good role in the group instead of just being there.

I won’t get too much into the details since I want to create separate posts for my review or discussing about this movie since this might be my new hyperfixation for a while 🤷‍♂️

I’ll just talk more about it and maybe starting doing some fanarts of it since I wanted to do that since my first rewatched of it.

I wanna buy the book as well to read it beacuse now I wanna consume as much as I can from this series, movies, books, youtube videos, theories, fanarts, fanfics ANYTHING.

I know not many people are interested in this movie anymore but I’ll still create these posts maybe, maybe someone who still likes this movie in 2023 will discover my blog :,)

So that’s it for now, I’ll continue posting stuff about the ritual for a while since I have this hyperfixation for two weeks already and it doesn’t wanna stop.

For now have these gifs I created from the movie they might contain spoilers. Sorry for the bad quitality I’ve made them on my phone 💀

I have more gifs which I wanna post but Tumblr doesn’t allow me to have more than 10 in one post so for the rest of the gifs I’ll just post will be these ones I have of my most favorite character from this movie

✨HUTCH✨

He is such a goof ball and a sweetheart! Plus I really love his actor Rob James Collier

[philomenie]

Once in a lifetime

Pairing: Jolly x Mina

This is my first story to be published, so I'm very nervous.

i hope i've put all the content warnings, if i've forgotten anything, please let me know.

I would like to mention that English is not my mother tongue.

CN fluff, smut, anxiety, trauma, relationship anxiety, difficult situations, mention of betrayal of trust, cheating, 18+

@valiantroeagleangel

ONE

Mina

The flight to London is delayed, a long delay!

The airport in Stockholm is nice, but not necessarily a place where you want to stay forever.

Frustrated, you stuff your black sweat jacket into your bag. You're in the airport lounge, just like many other passengers.

The table with the semi-circular couch is thankfully yours alone, you unpack your laptop and try to concentrate on your next chapter.

How the hell did you come up with the idea of writing a book?

Plus a textbook on psychotherapy.... Sure, your daily job.... Actually.... You push aside the nagging thought and the panic that creeps up on you and try to concentrate on the words in front of you again.

Your cell phone vibrates on the table next to you, annoyed, you look to see who is interrupting this time, your brother Simon? Or your other brother David?

Or your little sister Ella, who you're actually on your way to see in Willamette, Oregon, where she's currently studying.

It's Ella, she wants to know if you know when you'll be leaving.

You quickly type the answer, "No Sweetie, I don't know what's going on! I'll let you know when I know more!"

The thought of your sister fills you with anticipation, she may be 10 years younger than you, but she was and has always been very close to you.

Your thoughts wander to your childhood, to the beautiful and sad events.

You were always the rational one in the family, you had to be after your parents died in that shitty car accident.

You were 23, in the middle of studying psychology, suddenly, as the eldest, confronted with the harsh reality of looking after your little 13-year-old sister, picking up your brothers, then 17 and 20, who also had the rug pulled out from under them.

Because you simply had no other choice and didn't want to let anyone else into your family.

Somehow, despite everything, you managed to finish your studies, you got a job in a good practice, everything went well.

Too well, in hindsight. That one colleague who quickly became your favorite colleague, then your lover, then your partner.

You never thought he would cheat on you.

How wrong you were.

You still wonder why you were so blind, why you wanted to be blind?

Anyway, a sigh escapes your throat, it's in the past, it's over.

A lot has happened since then that has turned your entire life upside down once again, which is why you are now stuck here at Stockholm airport, waiting for your flight to London.

Stockholm, because you visited your brother, who lives here with his family, or rather, where you lived for almost a year.

Because it was no longer safe for you at home.

Your brothers had decided that it would be best for you to go into hiding in Sweden.

You didn't care about anything at the time, so you went to Sweden, Stockholm.

Ella left for Oregon at almost the same time, planned for a long time, but then your stay couldn't have been better placed.

Your mind wanders back to that day in August, the day that changed everything, more fundamentally and destructively than anything else in your life.

The day you wish you could erase, that it had never happened.

You shake your head, you don't want to think those thoughts, you don't want to relive it, you just want to forget it, bury it, erase it.

You run your fingers through your long, brown curls, adjust your black-rimmed glasses and stand up.

Stretch your long limbs and stretch your aching shoulders.

You pick up your handbag, an old cream-colored Birkin bag that belonged to your mother and is your most precious treasure, and turn towards the counter, a coffee is just the thing for you now.

Joakim

Today, of all days, everything goes wrong!

The flight from Stockholm to London has been delayed for ages, which means there will also be problems with the connecting flight from London to Seattle.

Fuck, if he had known, he would have flown a few days later.

The 4 weeks in Sweden, his old home, after the exhausting European tour were relaxing, actually like always when he is with his family. His old family, his parents, his siblings.

He's just Joakim there, he's just him, not Jolly, not famous and well-known, which is what he always wanted....

The band, the guys he now lives with in LA, are his new family, a surrogate family that is just as important to him as his old family.

Nevertheless, he sometimes feels like he's missing something.

Waiting in the lounge is increasingly annoying him, he has no desire to be recognized, to be harassed by fans, va fangirls, who have been glued to them since the incredible success of Just Pretend.

Not today, today he just wants to be Joakim, a simple guy waiting for his flight.

Joakim pulls his baseball cap lower over his face.

He has tucked his long brown hair under the cap and pulled the hood of his black hoodie over it.

His ankle tattoos are slightly covered with silver rings.

His gaze wanders over the people waiting with him in the lounge....

In the corner where he has tucked himself away, he has a good view of everything.

His gaze lingers on a woman sitting slumped at a table in front of her laptop. Concentrating on the display.

The laptop itself is decorated with various stickers, two of which particularly catch his eye: a black sticker with a white, stylized crown of thorns, exactly the same as the one Nicholas designed for the album Finding God, before God finds Me. And another black sticker with the white symbols of the Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Disguise from Harry Potter.

A fangirl? It shoots through his head.

Resigned, he turns his gaze away, only to look back at you seconds later with a lowered gaze.

She is tall, slim, as far as he can tell from his position, wearing a black, washed-out band longsleeve by the Red Hot Chili Peppers with a white and red emblem, blue jeans, red ankle-high Chucks, comfortable travel clothes.

His gaze sweeps over her face, she is wearing black glasses and no make-up, but her full, red lips immediately catch the eye.... The sight makes a small sigh escape his chest.

Then there's her hair, long brown curls that glow golden, sometimes copper, depending on the light....

Suddenly she stands up, stretches, she is built exactly as he had imagined, slim figure, with curves to match, her movements smooth.

She picks up her handbag and walks towards the counter....

Without having consciously made a decision, Joakim starts moving. He needs to know what her voice sounds like, what she smells like...

Looking down, he stands next to her and orders a coffee.

His eyes wander to her, her hands are adorned with various silver rings, on one hand, between thumb and forefinger, she has a small tattoo, a broken heart.

Her ears are pierced several times, as is her nose, not a ring but a small silver flower.

She brushes a strand of hair out of her face, behind her ear, this small gesture almost makes him weak.

The waitress puts a coffee on the counter, Joakim reaches for it and suddenly their hands touch because she has also reached for it.

Their eyes meet....

Her eyes, a mix of brown and green, suddenly widen in realization.

Fuck, please don't, no OMG, YOU'RE ....

Joakim is about to turn away when he sees a breathtaking smile spread across her face and she turns to him and whispers, "Thank you, for Cologne, the concert was brilliant!!!"

He is totally taken aback by the fact that you speak English first and then switch to Swedish, both with a slight accent that he can't really place.

He clears his throat, grins and then replies "it was a pleasure".

You still smile that smile that makes him weak and nod at him.

"I think that's my coffee, do you mind?" and with that, you reach for the cup and try to turn away.

Joakim is taken aback, he wasn't really expecting that, and before you disappear to your table, he walks quickly behind you and touches you lightly on the shoulder. You turn around questioningly, "Yes?"

"Uhm, so...." Joakim is rarely at a loss for words, but right now he can't think of anything, all he knows is that he wants to keep talking to you, find out your name, where you're from, where you're going.

You look at him calmly, your eyes wander over his face, you raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Joakim rubs his hands, which are suddenly damp, against his trousers and notices that his cheeks are blushing, which he hastily covers with a glance at the floor.

"Would you mind if I sat with you? I mean, I don't want to disturb you if you have something to do...." comes out of his mouth hastily

"Gladly, and no, I don't have anything important to do, the chapter will be written later" is your smiling reply.

Joakim suddenly feels totally relieved at this answer. He grins and quickly grabs his coffee, which is now on the counter, to follow you to your seat.

Mina

Just as you are about to reach for the coffee you ordered, a stranger's hand grabs it too and your fingers touch.

As you look up, you see a familiar face from somewhere.

Suddenly the realization dawns on you WHO is standing in front of you.

Joakim Jolly Karlsson, the guitarist from Bad Omens, one of your favorite bands, who you flew to Cologne to see live once again.

You smile and thank him for the concert and then turn away, only to be stopped shortly afterwards. From him....

You are totally surprised, because you didn't think that was possible, nor did you ask if he could sit with you.

Smiling, you agree, your mind racing.... Wow, the day still has a few surprises in store for you.

As you sit down, there is a silence at first, you look into each other's eyes, God the man has beautiful eyes, only to laugh softly.

"Well," you begin, "you're practically incognito here, judging by your outfit!"

He laughs louder and agrees with your question, "Yes, I spent some time with my family in Sweden after the tour. Today I actually wanted to go back to LA, via London and Seattle, but somehow that doesn't quite seem to be working out! And you? London too?"

"First London, then Seattle, then Portland, I want to visit my little sister who's studying in Willamette," you reply.

His eyes widen with a mixture of joy and caution. "Ahh, then we have almost the same flight route...."

"Would it be presumptuous to ask your name? You know mine...." Joakim points to the Bad Omens sticker on your laptop.

"Mina, Mina Katharina Lamberts, nice to meet you!"

"The pleasure is all mine" Joakim smiles and asks "Lamberts? You're not a native Swede, are you? By the way, I'm grateful that I can sit down with you, standing around was rather tedious!"

"No, not a native Swede, I was visiting my brother who lives here with his family, I'm from XY!"

Joakim nods, "Your Swedish really isn't bad!" "Thank you" you reply in surprise.

Looking at your laptop, he suddenly asks, "Bad Omens AND Harry Potter?"

You laugh, "Yeah, guilty, two of my favorite interests, you got me!"

He joins in the laughter and replies, "What a coincidence, just like me!"

"Oh tell me, who would have thought it?" is your reply and you both giggle away indignantly, earning you a few stares from the people around you.

A warm, cozy feeling spreads through you, something you haven't felt in a while, and you relax more and more as you continue your conversation.

His voice lulls you to sleep and you could have listened to him for hours.

First you talk about your love of Harry Potter, then he wants to know how long you've been listening to Bad Omens and you reply, since 2017, which makes him relax more and more. He grins and asks if you have a favorite song.

Without thinking, you reply "Dethrone, that song has a special meaning for me! My power song now, I love it.... And If I'm there, the unplugged version kills me every damn time I hear it!"

Joakim scrutinizes you closely, "is that so...." which makes you blush a little and lower your eyes.

"Hey, I didn't mean to make you feel insecure, are you okay?" he asks quickly.

"It's all good, I just realized how surreal the situation is. I'm sitting here talking to the guitarist of one of my favorite bands about my favorite songs, it's really crazy!"

"What if you just block out the fact that I'm "The Guitarist"? Just Joakim, a guy you met at the airport who you talk to about all sorts of things?" he looks at you questioningly.

"Just Joakim?" you smile back.

"Yes, just Joakim"

You look into each other's eyes in silence... "Ok, just Joakim, then tell me which song is your favorite from which band!"

"The night does not belong to you, Sleep Token, and of course almost everything by Oasis, Liam's voice is awesome!"

Before you can continue talking, you suddenly hear the call that your flight to London is ready to take off in half an hour.

The people around you start to move, bags are packed, people flock to the gate.

You sit in silence, almost sad that the flight is being called now.'Sad? Why this feeling towards someone you've only just met? But during your conversation, a certain intimacy has built up between you that you can't quite grasp.

You wonder whether it's just you feeling it or whether he feels the same.

You sigh and put your laptop in your bag, pulling out your sweat jacket in return and putting it on.

"Okay, then I should.... Or should we? I mean to the gate, you want to catch the flight to London, don't you?" you say hastily.

"Yeah," he breathes, "go ahead, I have a phone call to make."

You nod, smile at him and say goodbye "Thanks for your company, you've made the wait very entertaining for me!"

He nods silently to you, you turn and walk towards the gate. A knot forms in your stomach and you have to swallow several times, suddenly feeling miserable.

You vigorously tell yourself not to invest any superfluous emotion in this encounter, not to read anything into it, it's a chance meeting that was nice, nothing more.

And with that thought, you move on.

Joakim

His thoughts are racing, damn it, why does the damn flight have to be called now of all times? What the hell, right now.

He could have talked to you for hours, listened to you laugh, looked at your face.

Groaning, he leans back, not expecting someone to awaken something in him that he buried a long time ago. Fuck, how can that be?

He looks after you as you slowly disappear into the crowd.

Probably for the best, he thinks, because of course, you were just having fun, talking about your interests, about God and the world, time flew by. He can't remember the last time that happened to him with a woman.

Sure, there were women after her, after Silja, but never anything serious, sex, mostly one-night stands. Exactly what he wanted. So far, his life has been focused on the band, on success. A relationship was never on the table.

Now this has caught him cold, fuck....

He gets up, goes to the gate, boarding begins, his eyes search for you, he sees you at the front of the queue. His heart makes a little jump, HIS HEART MAKES A JUMP? WTF is wrong with him?

His eyes keep wandering to you, burning into your back. As if you sensed it, you turn around and your eyes meet, captivated.

Joakim swallows, he can't take his eyes off you. His thoughts are racing. He flies business class, a luxury he affords himself on longer routes, long-haul flights. Will they?" it flashes through his mind.

Then it continues, the queue moves towards the plane, as he enters the plane his gaze wanders searchingly through the interior until he spots you in a window seat, next to an older man.

His stomach clenches, she doesn't look happy, he thinks. But at the moment he can do nothing but take his seat at the other end.

His thoughts race during the flight, wandering back to you again and again.

After landing, he has made a plan, hopefully she agrees, is all he can think about.