#BUT THEY WILL ALL GRT DONE EVENTUALLY

[aliensurvivalist]

Can I request some people to send me asks with drawings they wanna see of the company 🥹 I really need drawing ideas and I’ll feel more inclined to draw when I have other people who want to see it 😭 Any ideas at all are welcome with any characters/ships pls 🙏

This is still open as long as it’s pinned to my page!❤️ btw I LOVE asks and reading tags don’t be shy pls😭😭😭

[triglycercule]

tfw when you get a rush of inspiration and the scattered pieces in your head connect >>>>

[skullvgirl]

𝜗𝜚 if they would smoke or not { hcs ! }

warnings ;; smoker reader, very opinionated writing, possibly ooc, use of drugs ( duuuuhhhhhhhhhh )

incl ;; isagi, bachira, chigiri, barou, niko, reo, nagi

an's ;; a treat for the new szn for bllk ☺️

isagi ;; nah, probably can hang around ppl that do but never found and interest to do it himself. type of person to cough really loudly when he see's you smoking but you know it's a joke. plus it when you blow smoke in his face and he srunches up his nose and really cant find it in you too stop.

bachira ;; probs tried it a few times and never again. he coughs like a fucking witch when he smokes and he says it makes his tummy hurt so he stays away. doesnt care for your bad habits but seriously doesnt get the hype, and by this time in your relationship he's tried it all. nic makes him sick, weed makes him sweaty and tabacco makes him feel like he's got too much too lose for whatever the fuck he just inhaled into his body. lets your have your fun, while he has his.

chigiri ;; super against it omg. he's a clean gal, smoking doesnt make him feel clean. definitely tried it once but too embarrassed too admit his tolerace is dogshit and he got smashed immediately. definitely into the couging and mentioning how much he loves his clean O2 around you, also likes to say how your gonna die before 30 so that maybe you'd stop. ( innefective, you def keep smoking ) but he says it anyway. it's his way to say he tried even though he knows he really could care less and is just traumatized from a bad experience.

barou ;; absou-fuckin-loutley NOT. hell to the mf nooooooo. i could go on a tangent but the most obvious reason are one 1. he thinks it's disgusting 2. he has sisters he doesn't want to be a bad influence too and 3. see number one. like come on guys, lets really think about this for a moment. barou shouei, a smoker? have you seen his morning routine? blunts for breakfast is def NOT included. for this reason you guys probably never date, in fact he probably doesnt even know who you are, and vice versa. you might've crossed paths maybe once but in this universe, you souls never touch.

niko ;; it's a definite he does smoke, everyday, without fail. probably started when he was young for anxiety and shit and idk, guess it never left. loves smoking with you, taking rips off your pen while you run your fingers through his bangs and tell him how beautiful he is without his hair in his face. into hippe shit, likes bongs the most. vibes are always on 10, and also always down for a sesh.

reo ;; yes and no? has problably done it out of rebellion ( something other than nagi that was hard for him too get ) and partly as a stress reliever from life's regular bullshit. definitely into edibles way more tho, says he likes the feeling but wants too protect his lungs, so he lets you smoke while he chews on the little gummies you brought him. tolerance is also dogshit, gets really anxious and talks like a fucking madman, you have too hold him so he calms down. was definitely really close too greening out and you never let him smoke or do any sort of drugs after that a d honestly, he thanks you for it. worst high of his life.

nagi ;; nah, it's troublesome, being sneaky and having to hide whatever your using everywhere. doesn't care for you smoking around him but not sure if he wants to give it a go himself. ( this is after you'd explained how he'd feel after it ) eventually gives in because why not and whadday know, his tolerance is higher than mt. figi. he likes it when your high personally, not because of anything other than the fact that you laser focus on him and it makes his heart feel sooo warmmmm. better than any hugh he's had.

++ bonus !!

rin ;; no omg, he's so not into it, theres not even a chnace you could grt this man too be under the influence around you. not without strapping him too a chair and forcing him to suck on whatever concoction of wood is in ur hands. ngl if he was a smoker tho i dont think he's be into weed. doesn't like how parinoid it makes him feel and he gets really obvious signs that he's high. probably a vape demon ngl, nic buzz n what not. if it's not your thing thats fine. if it is great, trust me there will be a blueberry icy elf bar in his hands at ALL times. ( for anxiety too )

sae ;; no, he's ride or die for soccer and smoking he knows would hinder his ability too play. can't date anybody who smokes either, definitely into girls who workout and preferably have this cute happy go lucky, sort of golden retriever vibe ( too cancel out his black cat energy). can't imagine ever picking up any sort of substance for whatever reason, says its dirty and a drugs should be banned.

ego ;; no. end of story.

an's ;; wrote this all in one sitting, can i get a round of applause people 😏😝

[pbandjesse]

Amazing news! The heat has come back on! It happened late this evening after we went to get some groceries. But it's not an ice box in here anymore. It's still cool, because the windows leak so much air, but it's much more comfortable.

Last night I actually slept mostly okay I wore very big fluffy hoodie my brother got me for Christmas a few years ago. It is the warmest thing for sure. Like wearing a blanket. And I did wake up cold this morning but James covered me back up and I was just fine.

I had a text from Alexi at 630 that camp was going to be closed for the day because the roads were unsafe and it was still snowing. Which was just fine with me. A free day off? Amazing.

So I slept until 9. And I felt pretty good when I woke up. I didn't want to grt out of bed but I was in a good mood and was happy to see James and Sweetp sitting in the other room. I could hear children outside laughing. James said they were the families who were attempting to sled yesterday and they were actually succeeding today. Good for them.

While I love looking at the snow, I had no desire to go outside. James would go for a very long walk around the city. And I'm glad they had fun but it was not something I wanted to do.

So after I was dressed I got cuddled up in bed with my tablet to draw. James warmed me up one of my leftover breakfast quesadillas and I had a lovely breakfast watching the world from the window and working on some drawings. I am working on my countdown project and it is just fun working on a new style.

James would leave for their walk but this was not just a fun walk through the snow. This was a walk with purpose. James was going to the bank to make the transfer for the down payment on our house. It makes me so nervous and excited I get a little nauseous. But like. That's wild! We only started this process really in October. We saw our first house on Halloween. And now we are on the eve of signing all the closing documents. It feels wild. But I'm so proud of us.

They would strike out at the first bank though. They were so busy after being closed yesterday the wait was going to be two hours. But the teller was really nice and called another branch and was able to get James in there no problem. So James's continued their walk and made the wire transfer and got the receipt and everything. And would come home before noon.

I was finishing up my drawing. And was feeling a bit tired. I was very cold. The heat was still off at this point and the space heater kept tripping and turning off. Leaving the bed felt impossible. I would just lay there and watch videos and bullshit around on my phone. I had lunch but I was just feeling. Bleh.

So eventually I decided I had to do something and I started working on the zipper pants project for my dad. Apparently he has not really been able to wear jeans since he got the prosthetic because the leg can't go over the foot. He saw a picture where someone put a zipper in the leg and that made it possible to open the zipper, put the pants on, then zip it closed. I would text him to confirm what would be more comfortable and we decided on the inside leg instead of the outside. I think it'll be easier to reach. And I cut and pinned those up. I was not up for actually sewing them because the studio was so cold but at least they are both ready to go and I'm very pleased with how they look. I will probably get those sewn up in the next week. While moving will be my first priority I will still have time. And I will get them done. And I really hope they work for him.

James would get in bed with me and they would read for a long time. And I would fall asleep. I don't think I was asleep that long. But my limbs felt heavy and weak after I woke up. James made me a peanut butter and jelly. Which did help but I was still struggling a bit.

James decided they would go to the grocery store. And I asked to come with them. Just to be out of the house for a little while.

James went down first to warm up the car. I got my shoes and my chapstick and headed down. On the drive there we discussed that Larry, the mortgage guy, sent James some documents and I was like. Why didn't I get any documents. Larry called me and I sent him an email back and he was just congratulating us and said we only need our IDs, our checkbook, the receipt from the wire transfer, and our energy and then put a smiley face and a whole bunch of exclamation points. I love how unserious everyone on our team is sometimes. Makes me feel more comfortable. I don't know why but I love that.

The grocery store was fine. We got everything we needed. We wandered around a little. We paid and headed home.

Where we found that the heat was back on and I was very excited about that.

James would take the trash down to the alley and we would start looking over the documents. We had some stress over our outstanding debts that we were able to work through understanding but it will be fine. I ended up calling my dad to explain a mistake we made but it's fixable. It also helped me sit down and work out my new budget now that we have actual numbers and I'm excited that it's $200 less then I had originally thought. So we are already doing better and I am proud of us. We will be able to have an actual emergency savings fund. And in talking to Jess we have an idea of what bank were going to use because it has a 4.5% interest. Amazing.

After going through all the house documents and making a phone call where I had to talk to a bank rep to get a new password for an account I was having trouble accessing, I was feeling good. Like the nerves are very high. But this time tomorrow we are going to have the keys to our new house??? Crazy. We will have to get the electric and gas set up in our names but I think it will go smoothly. And I'm just so excited and nervous and I have so many different feelings. It's great.

I would take a shower and asked James to please make up the bed for sleep now instead of later. Alexi sent us a text that work might be canceled again tomorrow because the roads might not be safe at camp. But my plan is to go to work in the morning. And leave with enough time to practice the commute to the final walkthrough. And then it's paperwork time. Which should take about an hour. James might go right back to work. I might go to the house and do more planning. We will just have to wait and see. I am so excited.

I love you all. Thank you for supporting me through this journey. Goodnight everyone! Until tomorrow!

[mevelar]

The Traveler

Chapter 2 – Info Wipe A crescendo of noises permeated the bustling street as Daegal made his way to the small flat he had rented. The acrid taste of sulfur filled his lungs in spite of the makeshift respirator he had been issued upon arrival.

He arrived at his flat just several hours before the break of day. Fumbling for his access key, he attempted to open the electronic lock. High above, the massive gas giant Rhel loomed over the western horizon as the sky began to slowly shift to a deep purple indicating the eventual advent of dawn.

Does nothing work around here? Daegal grumbled as he fiddled with the lock combo once more. After an additional attempt the stubborn device yielded, allowing him to gain access to the tenement hall.

As he passed through the door, his nostrils were overcome with a variety of pungent smells ranging from strong alcohol and perfume to excrement and rotting garbage. Piles of refuse along with fecal matter were crammed in nearly every corner of the dingy hallway. Further down the cramped passageway, several junkies sat huddled together while indulging in a variety of illicit narcotics the likes of which he decided best to remain ignorant about.

Daegal managed to navigate his way to his flat unscathed in spite of the questionable characters he had bumped into. After glancing in both directions, he thumbed in his access code before disappearing through the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Daegal reached into his pocket then pulled out the slip of paper the stranger had given him. The writing was in Flat Tongue so there was no issue as far as translating the message was concerned.

Mr. Sylreasian,

You’ve been sent here to retrieve something very valuable. Due to security reasons, I cannot reveal what that something is. However, here is an access code that will allow you to transfer some credits. I trust you have a datapad to do the transfer.

Once you have the credits, you will go to a sled dealer named Nix. Just tell them Gorg sent you and he’ll offer you a deal on one of the hover sleds. Don’t worry about the amenities, I’ve taken care of all that on my end.

One last thing: whatever you do, be sure to memorize that access code before destroying this message. The last thing we want to have happen is for this to fall into the wrong hands.

I’ll be in touch.

**Gorg**

Great… Daegal thought to himself as he suddenly felt the urge to relieve himself. That damn brandy must have done a number on my gut.

While he was answering the call of nature, Daegal could hear high-pitched mating shrieks going on in the room next door. He surmised that a fal'jyan was having an amorous encounter with a aetid. Or was it a harari? Either way, he could not be sure.

As he was in the process of purging the rest of his meal, the relief facility door swung open revealing an ominous reptilian figure. Its long muzzle bristled with rows of sharp teeth and it’s green eyes shrank to narrow slits in response to the bright light. The bipedal creature surged forward on its digitigrade legs then thrust its ferocious maw just inches from his face. Its hot breath reeked of rotten flesh.

“Sss... grt… ffk… ta…,” the reptile chortled as it placed its long taloned hands on his chest.

“I… I need my translator,” Daegal stammered as primal fear flashed across his face. He knew this was not just a mindless lizard. Antilleens had a reputation for brutally mutilating their victims before devouring them until nothing but hair and clothing remained. But the question remained: why me?

The antilleen raised its other taloned hand then presented the quivering human a translation device. Daegal tried his best to control his shaking, but to no avail. His primordial fear of being eaten had taken control of his every being. But in spite of the trembling, he managed to slip the device onto his neck.

“W… what do you want?” Daegal’s voice trembled.

The lizard looked him in the eyes before blinking its own. “Want… credits… kaak… or… you… die!”

It took a few seconds for Daegal to compose himself. However, he realized that if the antilleen found out he was in possession of an outside source of credits then things could get much worse. As far as he was concerned, the lizard was none the wiser as to what he was actually in possession of. If he could only… Yes!

“Hey. Mind if I wipe my ass?” he briefly looked into the reptile’s cold green eyes before averting his gaze.

“Wiiipe…,” it replied through the translator.

“Yeah. You catch on pretty fast. Monkeys like me have to do these things after we take a shit. Give me a second, will ya?” With those words, Daegal used the paper note to clean up more than just one mess.

The lizard was a bit confused at first, but it seemed to catch on as to what the hairless ape was trying to do. After a few vacuous hisses, the antilleen took several steps back before it disappeared from view.

Well. That’s one to tell the grandkids, the archeologist thought to himself as he began tidying up. ‘I almost became a lizard snack while taking a dump.’ Yup. This is going to be a real adventure, that’s for sure.

Screams erupted from across the hall just as Daegal exited his flat. He glanced around, hoping to catch sight of whatever it was that was causing so much distress among the tenants. Seconds later, a loud explosion thundered through the thin walls causing him to instinctively dive for cover.

“What in the hell is going on?” he shouted.

One of the ardoonite tenants cautiously approached the quivering human then chimed out in a high-pitched tone, “Everyone leave. The Opus commands our presence.”

Daegal heard the message through his translator as he tried to gather his thoughts. But as soon as he stood up, he was confronted by two metids wearing matching garments that resembled something straight out of a low-budget grind flick. Their uniforms, if they could even pass for such a thing, sported an obnoxiously large symbol on the chest and resembled something akin to a doughnut with a dot in the middle.

“You. Human. Leave through the main egress,” the metid goon’s voice hummed through the translator.

Great. Not even the first day on this dustball and I’ve already been threatened with being eaten by a talking lizard while taking a crap. Now I’m being evicted by a couple of thugs who look like they just stepped out of a bad costume party, Daegal thought as he stood up then followed a few paces behind the guards through the front door. (Story cross-posted to fictionpress.com)

[pineapplesagainstpizza]

Magnus Pies: A TMA Pizza AU

-  All the entities and supernatural creatures still exist but it happens in a pizza place called the “Magnus Pies ®” established by Jonah Magnus.

- Jon is the new, under qualified manger. Very good a diffusing arguments and misinformation with customers. Practically a living coupon fraud detector. Once Martin overheard Jon use the phrase “please calm down” to a customer. Thinking that this would escalate the conversation, Martin braced himself from the kitchen. He was spooked quite a bit that the customer did calm down. He can’t tell if Jon is just that charming or if he can hypnotize people.

- Jon actually had some sliver of respect for Martin when they first met. Up until, he caught Martin whispering "Looking good little guys" to the pizzas baking in the oven. Jon has never looked at him the same since.

- Martin has mastered the customer service voice. In fact, it’s permanent. Every time he answers the phone, his voice automatically sweetens. Sasha and Tim have made fun of him for it. Working at Magnus Pies has broken him so much.

- Tim works the register. Flirts with customers so that they’ll come back. Can’t stand slow days. It’s actually Tim that makes the best pizza out of the crew.

- Ft. Sasha the pizza delivery girl. Eldritch horrors won’t stop her from delivering your pizza on time.

- Elias is the owner and hardly ever shows up.

- Instead of statement givers the customers will just overshare their supernatural encounters to the staff. Jon doesn’t think anything of people sharing their ghost stories to him. He writes it off as desperate customers craving any source of human interaction. Despite this, he remembers every tale a customer has told him.

- “Then after I kissed him, his body combusted into flames.”

“Sorry to hear that... That will be 17.89. ″

- There’s this one customer that orders questionable pizzas with special delivery instructions and has his pizza delivery scheduled every Wednesday at 5 pm. His requests went from a little strange to down right outlandish. One of his first orders, he instructed them to make a smiley face out of the pepperonis because he was “having a bad day.” One of his most recent orders was “a cheese-less pizza cheese pizza.” In the delivery instructions, he explains his doorbell is broken and suggests the delivery person to drop the pizza off in the middle of the yard and then “yell whatever feels right” to alert him of the pizza’s presence. Sasha often wonders if she has to cater to all his odd demands.

- The first time Sasha delivers to his house, the GPS malfunctioned? The customer’s house resides in a new residential area. So once she drove past the last known road, the GPS advised her to park her car and walk to her destination. She obviously ignored the computer automated voice and eventually found the house on her own. Since he always commands the delivery runner to drop the pizza outside his house, Sasha has never seen his face but the name he orders under is Micheal. (If that’s even his real name.)

- Is the pizza good? The reviews are mixed. Martin says “its fine”. Sasha thinks “it’s pretty good for the price.” Tim, on the other hand, is fully convinced that when Jonah Magnus created Magnus pizza, he had never eaten a pizza before in his life. He claims "the pizza is two hell circles away from mediocrity." If a person asked Elias, he would maintain that Magnus Pie pizza is of high quality, but the staff have never seen him eaten it before. As for Jon, he refuses to try it.

- The uniforms are pretty cute. A  transparent green tennis visor paired with a black collared shirt with logo on the right upper chest portion.

- This one time, someone spray painted a satanic circle in the parking lot and Elias botched and moaned about it for a week about how "it was driving customers away." He stops complaining about it after an angry goth boxed an old man on top of the circle one afternoon. Their fight drove in a crowd. Some people even bought a slice just to get a good view of the fight. Jon, of course, called the authorities but both parties fled before they arrived.

- Martin finds a homemade employee training tape from the 1980s hiding in the closet. It features an instructional video on how to make the pizzas but the employee or paid actress?? featured in the video disregards Magnus Pies’s official pizza guidelines™ and instead gives advice/ tips on how to cut corners (and arguably offers more valuable advice to employees). “Yeah I know the recipe calls for this much cheese but i always add to more handfuls. Most customers complain about how there isn’t nearly enough cheese -- how it’s practically tomato sauce with cheese sprinkles.” Whether it’s the dread in the lady’s eyes or the neglect of company policies, the tape is unfinished. The video cuts off after she places the pizza in the oven.

- Martin thinks the the training video is hilarious, so of course, he shares it with the rest of the staff. It’s Sasha that points out that one of the employees in the background looks like a younger version of Elias. A passionate debate breaks out on whether that person is actually Elias, but ends once Jon points out that Elias has complete heterochromia and the teenage boy in the video does not. 

- On a team building trip, Martin, Sasha, and Tim admit that they are glad Jon joined the team. Ever since he joined, the workplace has never been so lively. They all agree Jon’s presence attracts the unusual. Though he will never admit it, Jon found it touching.

- Some customers would describe the pizza joint as “eerily clean.” "The vibes are simply rancid” says one customer. Even with the speaker churning out today’s hottest pop hits (in a muffled tone), it is entirely too quiet. The atmosphere is dead,” says another. 

- “Little human activity and huge open spaces makes it somewhat spectral but the short wait times and fair food always brings me back. ⭐⭐⭐” - a google review from a town local

- One person gave them a bad review on Yelp. After they were done insulting the food, they moved on to assess the staff. “I’m usually not the type to complain/nit pick about employees but there was one that made me extremely uncomfortable. He wasn’t the warmest person, had an awfully posh accent, and sported dark circles under his eyes. When I spoke to him, his gaze was intense and unwavering. Throughout the entire conversation, he didn’t blink once. Even as a sat down, I could still feel his eyes lingering on me. I’m not an insecure person in the slightest but being watched like that, made me self conscious of my own breathing. I spun around once to see if he was staring at me, but to my surprise, he wasn’t. I may have never caught him staring at me, but I know he did. The sensation of being watched never ceased afterward. (half star emoji) ”

- Apparently, the joint has been open since the 1940s and despite the bad food and less than average traffic of customers, they’re still in business. There’s rumors that the Magnus Pie receives generous donations from Elias’s rich ex-lover that misses him dearly.

- Starring several disagreements/ arguments with customers. Just a bunch of misinformation that was spread by Elias to lure people into the building to feed the Eye.

- Sasha is late returning from a delivery one day, and after an hour they try to contact her. She’s unresponsive. Elias goes looking for her but comes back short. Later that night, they get a call from the hospital informing them that Sasha got into a car accident and fell unconscious upon impact. Sasha comes in for a shift a few weeks later, and nobody realizes she’s not Sasha. 

- The Magnus Pies’s odd reputation attracts the attention of popular YouTuber, Melanie King. She eventually becomes a regular in hopes of catching a supernatural event on camera for her channel. After experiencing a handful of odd encounters, she becomes engrossed by the place and starts working there in hopes of piecing together an explanation for the pizzeria’s paranormal activities. She later regrets this.

- has the potential to be a good tragicomedy

[steviatea]

hey, if you’re still taking requests i’d love to read anything kim/lydia!!!! can’t get the two of them out of my head

Oh my god, you have no idea how much I smiled when I received this! Kim/Lydia is honestly my OTP, rare as the pairing is. :’) I’ve written some soft hurt/comfort stuff for you! Thank you for the request!

Here’s the AO3 link if you’d prefer to read there~ 💕

There are numerous things that Kim notices about Lydia in their time together, such as the way that Lydia stirs her stevia into her tea, or the fact that she’ll occasionally wear mismatched shoes, or even how she idly takes Kim’s hand into her own when they’re sitting beside each other, playing with Kim’s fingers for a change instead of anxiously fidgeting with her own.

Kim learns that Lydia never drinks coffee, only tea, and when told that tea isn’t available at a restaurant, she tends to behave as if she’s been personally insulted. Kim likes to hold her hand in these times, a little bit of comfort, and she can tell that Lydia appreciates it by the way that the stress upon her face softens to grateful appreciation.

She notices that Lydia loves to wear the same shades of blue that Kim does, and that she’s an avid enthusiast when it comes to talking about the routes trains move in, and the transportation and shipments she manages at Madrigal Electromotive. Kim particularly enjoys the way Lydia smiles when she rambles about things that Kim has next to no knowledge on, nevertheless appreciating how cute it is when she gets enthusiastic.

Kim additionally observes that Lydia is a dedicated mother, and that she adores her daughter Kiira with every bit of her heart. It’s endearing to watch the two together, and even more heartwarming when Kim herself gets to join in on their family activities. Movie nights with animated movies. Finding Nemo is Kiira’s favorite, and Kim’s already seen it several times through spending time with Lydia and her daughter. It’s even more heartwarming to Kim on a personal level whenever Kim comes over to Lydia’s house and Kiira herself is excited to see her.

She’s come to learn little details about her relationship with Lydia through talks with her daughter. It’s adorable to hear validating little things from the perspective of a child: “Mommy always smiles when she talks about you.”

Then, there are the little things that Lydia does — little behaviors that don’t directly impact her relationship at all, but things that Kim finds endearing to watch, like the way that Lydia plays with things with her hands when not picking at her nails or fidgeting nervously. The way she plays with stevia packets, the way she brings those little packages to restaurants whenever they go on dates. Kim isn’t a fan of the sweetener herself; she’s full-on happy with sugar alone, but she supports her girlfriend and her passion for the alternative sweetener.

It’s the little things about Lydia that Kim has come to adore.

She also discovers that Lydia cries like she’s practiced in the art of hiding it from others — this is something that Kim notices when she awakens one night, pulled from her dreams by the sound of weeping so quiet that Kim might have otherwise slept through it, had she not been a light enough sleeper. It’s a sorrowfully soft sound, hushed and suppressed as crying could grt, but easy enough to hear in the stillness of the night within Lydia’s otherwise quiet bedroom. Hearing her in such a state is deeply troubling to Kim; she’s certain she’s never heard her girlfriend cry before.

Sharing the bed with Lydia, Kim naturally has to do something — she can’t simply go without taking action. Lydia’s facing away from Kim, laying on her side and likely unaware that Kim isn’t any longer sleeping. Reaching over, Kim’s fingers gently brush over the younger woman’s shoulder, her voice a groggy murmur when she speaks. “Hey, is everything okay?”

Even the lightest of touches causes Lydia to startle, flinching upon being touched. She quickly turns over, the widened whites of her eyes visible enough in the darkness to show the clearly startled expression upon her face. She breathes quickly, on the verge of a panic attack, but recognition sets in shortly thereafter. “Oh, god — Kim?” Her words are strained, nose stuffy from crying.

“Yeah, it’s just me,” Kim reassures her, sleepily resting her hand upon Lydia’s arm. Certainly, she hadn’t meant to scare nor startle her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lydia takes a shaky breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffling. “It’s… it’s okay,” she manages to stammer out in response, though her rapid breathing suggests otherwise. “I just didn’t expect you to wake up,” she adds, lowered to a hoarse whisper, her words carrying a desolate sound about them when she speaks between unsteady breaths. 

“Let me get you a tissue,” Kim tells her in a gentle, albeit somewhat groggy tone as she reaches over to Lydia’s night-stand, feeling around for a tissue box she knows is there before successfully grabbing one.

Lydia accepts the tissue with a murmured, “Thank you.” The noise that she makes when blowing her nose directly contrasts the uptight yet graceful attitude she’d keep about herself during the day. She’s the opposite of fancy, in the state she’s in now; hair rustled and no longer meticulously straightened or pulled-back in a tight bun. There’s something that Kim finds adorable about her in the middle of the night, though, in pajamas and comfortable clothes. Setting the tissue aside, Lydia adds, “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“No, no. Don’t worry about it. It’s totally fine,” Kim says, and though it’s hard to keep the sleepiness from her voice and overall disposition, she still instinctively fusses over Lydia, Kim rubs her hand along the other woman’s arm in what she can only hope is a soothing, comforting manner. “I can always sleep more later, I’m just worried about you. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, really,” Lydia croaks in a weak little voice, immediately dodging the subject. She’s wordless for the next few passing moments, sniffling and shuddering enough that Kim could feel the vibrations in the bed springs below them. Kim could guess that Lydia’s not accustomed to talking in-depth about her feelings like this — in fact, she seems almost afraid to do so at the moment.

“Are you sure?” Kim’s mind, though a little slow to start due to just having woken up, is already heading toward self-doubt and insecurity of her own. Her and Lydia haven’t had any major arguments yet in their relationship, but it’s an unfortunate response to her own personal past trauma that she internally runs through all of the self-doubt: She’s upset because of me. I did something wrong.

So, Kim decides to ask quite drowsily, “Did I say something wrong earlier, do something to upset you?” She can’t even remember what conversations they’d had before bed, but she nevertheless wants to know if she’s done something wrong so she can correct her own errors. “I don’t mean to make this about me, or anything, but if I did do something wrong—“

“No,” Lydia is quick to interrupt her, but then she elaborates more carefully afterwards, adding, “Of course not, Kim. I swear, that’s not it. You… you haven’t done anything wrong at all. It’s not you, by any means.” Her response sounds like an honest attempt to sound reassuring, but the way her voice cracks as she gets the words out is just heartbreaking. “No, it’s just… it’s just nightmares.”

Kim can feel a sympathetic stirring within her chest, an empathetic ache for her lover’s sorrow and pain, though she does not know what has brought up such vulnerable emotions. “Come here,” Kim murmurs, rolling onto her back and patting the bed immediately beside her. “Let me hold you.”

Kim welcomes Lydia with open arms when she sidles up to her, vulnerable as ever. She can feel Lydia’s body shaking as softly weeps, her breathing noticeably erratic as it would be during panic. Of course, Kim holds her close without any hesitation, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and idly running her fingers through her long, silky hair. It’s times like this that she wishes she had the words to say more comforting things, but that’s where things like touch come in handy, perhaps. It’s moments before Kim speaks to her again, and she does so in a way that’s compassionate, doting even — her words are chosen carefully, a deliberate expression of love in the caring tone she uses.

“What was the nightmare about? You can talk to me about it, if you want to.”

There’s hesitation before Lydia responds, and she looks up to Kim with apprehension in her eyes, like she fears judgment over talking about her nightmare. “I was a young girl again, and I was back in the group home I grew up in. It’s like I was trapped. The girls I roomed with were attacking me for… I don’t even know what, but they hated me and wanted me dead,” Lydia murmurs with tears in her eyes. Leaning the weight of her petit form against Kim, she lets out a quivering sigh, continuing, “I know that probably sounds stupid. I… I don’t tend to talk to people about these sorts of things. Not ever.”

Eyebrows furrowing, Kim’s quick to shake her head, tenderly running her fingers through Lydia’s hair. “Hey, that’s not stupid at all. I mean, I can’t even imagine how shitty that must’ve been for you.”

Lydia sighs, her hands idly playing with the fabric of Kim’s pajama shirt; it’s an old shirt left over from college that’s been worn so many times that it’s ideal for sleeping in. It seems that Lydia quite likes the texture of the shirt as well, bunching the end of the shirt up in her small fist while she continues. “God, it was the worst place I’ve ever been, to this day. The staff was so strict, and all of the girls there were so cruel. I never made a single friend in that place — not permanently, at least. Everyone I got along with eventually got foster homes. I never did. I don’t know why, but I just wasn’t desirable enough to be a foster kid.”

“I’m so sorry. That must’ve been horrible, growing up in a place like that.” There had been a few times where Kim’s mother had skirted dangerously close to losing custody of Kim, being drunk as she’d been — she’d never ended up in the system, though. She never experienced anything like what Lydia’s been through, and even without hearing the details Kim is able to surmise that it was traumatic for Lydia. “Did you spend your whole childhood there?”

“Essentially” Lydia replies softly, her breathing somewhat stable now that she’s gotten into the rhythm of conversation. She’s still quite apprehensive, though, and it’s evident when she speaks. adding, “I was a smart kid. I don’t mean to brag, of course, but I was able to finish high school early and get a scholarship, and I left when I was seventeen. I never turned back.”

Kim leans in closer, placing a tender kiss upon Lydia’s forehead. “I’m glad you’re out of there now,” she says. “

“Thank you. I know it’s been years since I was in that situation, but I guess my subconscious just loves reminding me of how horrible my childhood was,” Lydia replies, sniffling and shuddering. She clings to Kim tightly, as if she’s afraid her lover might disappear if she were to let go. “I really didn’t mean to wake you up. I feel like such an asshole.”

“You certainly aren’t an asshole,” Kim reassures her.

Lydia adjusts her position in bed, shifting so that she’s face-to-face with Kim. She kisses her with soft lips, affectionately short and sweet. “I’m so glad you’re here right now. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she says, and being so close to one another, Kim can feel Lydia’s body beginning to relax somewhat when she continues to speak. “Thank you for spending the night with me.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” Kim tells her, and she means it.

[dorkzrul]

When I met my Date on Another Date

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. (This applies for all chapters)

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Chapter 1

She had been waiting for almost an hour now. “Ma’am, are you sure you don’t want to order?”, asked the impatient waitress. “Yes i’m sure. I think i’ll wait just a little longer.”, Annabeth responded. “Suit yourself, but I really don’t think he’s coming!” How dare that waitress. She had a good mind to call the manager and report her waitress for being rude to a customer. She sighed, it was useless. And besides, she was probably right. Lately, she had seen Luke getting more and more distant and had suspected that something was up, but when she asked him he only got mad and accused her of not trusting him. That's when she definitely knew something was up because due to her past, trust had always been a rather fragile subject with her. Everyone in her family who she had trusted had left her and Luke had promised that he’d never leave her. He was the first person she’d trusted since the accident, when her mom died. The Luke she knew would never have said something like that to her. But she had never thought that it had been bad enough for him to miss their anniversary dinner! Had he forgotten?

She was just about to get up and leave when someone sat down in the seat across from her. “Sorry, i'm late. Traffic was terrible today.”, he announced loudly, gaining the attention of several people around, as well as that rude waitress. “Um, who ar-” “Just go with it”, he whispered, cutting her off, “I don't know who you’re waiting for, but whoever stood you up is a jerk”. She was about to retort that he knew absolutely nothing but kept her mouth shut. Instead, she turned to glare at him and was momentarily stunned. The man was probably around her age, with tousled, jet-black hair, beautiful sea-green eyes and tan skin. He was wearing a dark green shirt and balck trousers and looked simply heavenly. She forced herself to look away, just as he whispered, “Wanna get out of here?” She nodded, Luke definitely wasn’t coming and what was the harm in going out with a cute stranger she just met. Wait, WHAT?! What was happening to her. Firstly, she HAD a boyfriend, she couldn’t think other guys were cute! Plus, he was a complete stranger! He could be a serial killer for all she knew, she wasn’t going to go with him! “Um, sorry. I can’t”, she told him. He shrugged, “Suit yourself”, just thought you’d want to get away from all the people looking at us weird. I could drop you to your car and then you’ll be done for the night. She felt her face redden. Of course he didn’t want to go somewhere with her, he just wanted to get away. In fact, someone like him probably had a girlfriend, maybe an adorable redhead with freckles all over her face and green eyes like him. Maybe she was British and said his name in a cute little accent, she felt sick at the thought. Wait, what was she thinking? She didn’t care! She had a boyfriend of her own, one who loved her very much… though clearly not enough to remember their anniversary.

“Yeah, sure”, she quickly responded before her thoughts could get any worse. They walked outside, an awkward silence between them. “Oh um I came here by cab. I didn’t bring my car”, she quietly said, breaking the silence. “I could call a cab for you, or I could drop you off in my car if you like”, said the stranger. She had to stop calling him stranger! He had helped her out of such an awkward situation and she didn’t even know his name! “Im Annabeth, by the way. Thanks for helping me out there”, she stuck her hand out for him to shake. “Percy, and no problem”, he said, shaking her hand with a crooked grin on that face. Oh the things that smile did to her… STOP IT! She mentally chided herself. Then she realised she was still holding his hand and quickly let go, blushing. “Um, you don’t need to go to that trouble of dropping me”, she said. “Oh it's no trouble! I live on 3rd street, I could drop you along the way if you live that way” He literally just gave his address to a stranger, what was wrong with this guy, she thought. What if she had been some sort of crazy stalker? But it would be a great help if he could drop her off and she lived there too. So she found herself doing the unthinkable, giving her address to a stranger, hopping into their car and driving to her apartment where she lived. “Oh, I live along 3rd street too” “Great, i’ll drop you then”, he gave her another grin and she felt her knees weaken.

They climbed into his car, a dark blue Lamborghini Huracán. He was rich! It was approximately a twenty minute drive there. He turned onto the street and an awkward silence filled the car. “So, Annabeth, were you meeting your boyfriend at the restaurant back there today?” He was just a stranger, yet somehow she felt like she could trust him and had the urge to tell him everything. It was okay, she reasoned with herself, he was just a stranger that she would probably never see again after today and thus it didn't matter if she said anything or not. “Yes, yes i was supposed to see my boyfriend. It’s our one year anniversary.” “Oh”, he raised an eyebrow, “He missed your anniversary?” “I’m sure there’s a valid reason!” she said defensively. “Never said there wasn’t. But he shouldn’t have stood you up like that. If he couldn’t make it he should have told you.” She sighed “You’re right” He looked surprised. “Damn right I am!” They laughed loudly. That was just what she had needed after such a night! “This may come out wrong but I’m honestly kinda glad he stood you up” “What?!?!” “If he hadn’t, I would never have met you. You seem like a cool person” “Oh...thanks”, she mumbled, blushing. “Hey, wanna go out for coffee sometime?” He asked, it seemed like he was nervous. “Not like a date, just as friends.”, he quickly added. She giggled (What was wrong with her? She never giggled!), he looked cute all flustered like that. “Sure. I would love to!” He grinned, “Great! Here’s my number.” He dictated it as she put it into her phone and saved it as Percy (Restaurant Guy). “Text me”, he said, still grinning hugely. She nodded, blushing.

He dropped her off at her building with a quick wave and she noticed that he lived just two buildings down. She entered her flat, thinking of all that had just happened. Luke had stood her up, a stranger had come to save her, she’d gotten into his car and had him drop her (hence giving away her address), she’d told him all about her and Luke and she’d saved his number in his phone and had promised to text him (and she was going to make good on the promise). Yep, something had definitely come over her. As soon as she had taken off her shoes, she plopped onto the couch and called Luke. But her call went straight to voicemail. She decided that they should talk in person about this and simply left a message asking him to come over whenever he could. Then, she texted Percy.

Annabeth Chase: Hey, this is Annabeth!

He responded within a couple of minutes.

Percy Jackson: Hey :)

Annabeth Chase: So...

Percy Jackson: So… tomorrow?

Annabeth Chase: Tomorrow? What?

Percy Jackson: R coffee d8, Chase! Forgotten already? :p

Annabeth Chase: Of course not! I just didn’t think it would be this soon!

Percy Jackson: Is tom not good 4 u?

Annabeth Chase: I am free tomorrow, but…

Percy Jackson: If ur free then lets do it! If not then mayb some other time…

She was glad he wasn’t pushing to come tomorrow or to tell him why she couldn’t make it. Luke would have done that… He always got upset if she couldn’t make it and always wanted to know where she was. She didn’t mind too much because there shouldn’t be any secrets between them, but the way he said it made it seem like he didn’t trust her.

Annabeth Chase: How about the day after? I’m with Luke tomorrow.

Percy Jackson: Sure! Grt so uk that lil cafe called “Cafe Coffee”? Lets meet there tomorrow at 4? K?

Annabeth Chase: Sure!

Percy Jackson: Its a date!

She stared at her phone, wondering if she should correct him. On one hand, she was pretty sure by “date” he only meant one between friends (gosh, she barely knew him for an hour and they were friends now?!), but if she didn’t correct him it might seem, just a tiny bit, like it was a date. What if Luke saw the text? But on the other, she couldn’t ignore the slight thrill that went down her spine when she read those three words. “Its a date!”

NO! What was she thinking?! She was a taken woman! She loved Luke and would never cheat on him! They loved each other very much and would never cheat on each other! Right? She couldn’t deny the fact that it had crossed her mind recently that Luke was cheating. She had instantly dismissed the idea but now that she actually thought about it, all the signs were there. He wasn’t responding to her calls or texts, he had gotten furious when he saw her scrolling through his phone (she had only been looking for a picture she’d taken on his phone, why had he gotten so mad? Did he have something to hide?) and he stood her up on their Anniversary (without a phone call or a text message to say that he was busy or to wish her. Had he forgotten? Or did he just not care?). Was he cheating on her? He probably wasn't; she was just being paranoid now. She put her phone down and lay down on the bed, eventually falling asleep with these thoughts pushed to the back of her head.

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Hi! I’m Dorkzrul n I hope u enjoyed this fic (My first chapter fic)!!! I’d love to hear any feedback and/or constructive criticism and thank you so much for taking the time to read this!!! The next chapter will probably be out in a week. I don’t have a tag list cus I don’t think that many people will even read this but even if one person wants to be tagged, just let me know 😊

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[destiel-honeypie]

What if...?

What if Sam would get in a alternate universe, through Lucifer or something I don’t know, and in that universe Dean died in the fire because the fire spread faster and Dean didn’t woke up. And without the support of Dean he got mad about his father and finally kills him with his abilities. He learn how to control them and use them properly through Azazel, but after he gets useless he kills him too because he could slip some sensitive information about him to the enemies. He built up his own army, but stops, because Lucifer want to use his vessel. He let him get in, but kills him with his abilities. He continues killing angels, ao eventually he also kills Michael. A few angels he keeps for servitude, including Castiel. He humiliates them and sometimes even torture them. Amageddon never happened, but Sam starts his own apocalypse and take over the world. The world is semi destroyed after the wars that have been fought. But nobody build it up again. So the real Sam that we know gets into this dimension, first of all he wonders where Dean is. Eventually he finds Cas bowes before him as usually if he sees him. Sam is a little bit confused, but really happy about seeing Castiel. He hug Castiel, who flinches when Sam got nearer to him, because he expects to get hurt. Sam asks Castiel where Dean is and Cas explain to him, stuttering, that he is dead because of the fire. Sam asks what happened to the world and grt an explanation from Cas for that too. Sam thinks that that is the proof for him being a monster. He’s down, but cas, who got the hope that he can change that, cheers him up saying that that is what the world would have become if he didn’t fought against it and that he is a good guy. Cas didn’t got enough power to resend him to his dimension, but more powerful angels are hiding, and they don’t trust him being good, so it seems that he is stuck. He changes the world there with his power to a save place, but where he isn’t the little one, the one that have to be protected or killed if he do something wrong. Also he doesn’t fear anything, nothing could stop him and nobody dares to even touch him. He is nearly invincible, but Castiel tries to convince him to search for help that he can return.

Meanwhile in the “normal” dimension Dean is searching Sam everywhere, and gets drunk, like always if he loses someone he wants to be safe. He gets help by Castiel, who have to tell him that he is nowhere, just poof away.

Sam is torn between go and see his brother again, but with the knowledge that this universe will be again ruled by the mad version of him, and stay there, where he have no fear, and is so powerful, because even if he won’t admit it, but he loves the feeling of being powerful. But the most of the former powerful, yet not that powerful persons get angry about him. The can’t harm him, but he’s got a weakness. So one of them kills Castiel in the night. That makes Sam’s decision easier, because he know, he can’t protect anyone, and he won’t have friends again in this dimension. So he search after an angel who is powerful enough, and willing to bring him in his dimension again.

Next week on Supernatural. Not.

(What have I done? All I wanted was a happy peaceful life for them but then that…)

[swimswimchan]

Oh? It's the legendary God of all Pokemon, Arceus! And what's this? It's offering you a Beast Ball, and it's wanting you to capture it!

Put a Pokemon in my muse’s askbox and they will either catch it or let it go; but they can only catch 6 total!

   A loud buzzing came from Ayana’s pocket. It was an alert to tell her that a legendary pokemon was nearby. Upon scanning Arceus, Ayana’s pokedex, somehow, was able to immediately identify the creator Pokemon. It was filled with all sorts of mythological information, but it also assured Ayana that the Pokemon before her was “most likely” a fake or a replica, because Arceus is a one-of-a-kind Pokemon and very rare.   Ayana ignored the warning. She picked up the Beast Ball, looking it over curiously. It was quite different from normal Pokeballs. Just as she was about to press the button to use it on Arceus, a jolt went through her.

   He wants you to capture him

   He did not say it was willingly giving himself away so easily.

   The deity didn’t need to speak. With his powers, the meaning was already registered and understood by Ayana without her even so much as having to contemplate the words.

   “Very well…” Ayana stepped back some ways, withdrawing her Pokeballs. She released all three of her current companions at the same time. Ordinarily, this would be extremely cheap and unsportsmanlike to do. Arceus ensured that Ayana understood this. It also assured Ayana that it was fitting to use now, as she’d need to use all of her team’s powers to win.

   Her Celebi, which she had since named Peaky, was nervous, yet it seemed strangely excited by this upcoming fight. Marie, her Mareanie, was feeling as aggressive as ever, but she held an aura of apprehension, as if realising how much this fight is over her head. In contrast, her Eevee, which she had finally named as Tama, was completely frightened. It had no excitement, only fear.

   Tama also had Swim Swim’s hand on her head, softly rubbing her fur, stroking her behind the ears. “…It’s okay. You will be fighting, but I will make sure you come through safely. As your Ruler, I’ll take care of you. For now, you’ll have to fight. I know you can.” The eevee couldn’t quite understand her words, but she still felt reassured to a degree. Gulping back her nervousness, the eevee took a more prepared stance, staring up at Arceus with fear in her eyes. She would still fight.

   Arceus never moved once to interrupt them. It hadn’t even tried to attack yet, until they were ready.

   “Now go. Peaky, use Reflect!” Arceus still hadn’t moved. This was still preparations, even if in normal battle this would be when the fight started. “Now, Grass Knot!” Grassy roots and vines sprouted up, ensnaring Arceus’s legs before violently throwing him to the ground. Considering his massive weight, it hit very hard, enough that Tama ended up stumbling from the impact.

   That definitely was the end of preparations. Arceus made a low grumbling noise, then the ground beneath Peaky started to grumble as well. The earth erupted, shooting up chunks of the ground that violently knocked into Peaky. If it wasn’t for how she could float, she’d probably be a lot more injured from that.

   Thus the battle had started. Celebi was the main contender for Ayana’s team, constantly using psychic abilities and plant powers to try and ensnare Arceus while keeping their allies safe and in check. Marie was forced to keep her distance, but she’d keep shooting poison at Arceus and every so often going in for a quick hit to his rear when he wasn’t focused on her.

   Tama… She tried her best, or at least that’s what Ayana was telling her. Really, she wasn’t doing much other than barking, growling and running around. She was mostly a distraction if anything. The few times she did grt a hit was with her tail, and she’d immediately run away and whimper for several moments, fearing the consequences.

   Their combined attacks were wearing Arceus down, but they knew the deity was going easy on them. He wasn’t attacking nearly as much as he could have, and he seemed to be holding back when he did attack. It still did not stop the fact that almost every single attack he did was devastating to Ayana’s team. Eventually, with a loud roar of his Hyper Voice, he knocked out Marie, who had just gotten close to him to sting him with more poison.

   Peaky and Tama were still hurt by the sound too, not to mention Ayana’s ears that were ringing. Still, they both could keep fighting, but now Celebi was easily doing 90% of the work. Possibly even more. The celebi was agile enough to dodge some of Arceus’s attacks, but eventually Ayana’s orders led to them being cornered.

   Rather than hitting Peaky with a direct blow, Arceus instead opted to roar into the sky, causing beams of light to shoot down like small orbital lasers. Peaky still had a chance to dodge through this barrage, and if they could, then maybe… just maybe, they could get out…

   Yet they still had their limits. Peaky was nimble, but they weren’t impossibly agile. Furthermore, they were already injured from earlier attacks. Peaky wasn’t able to dodge, and they ended up knocked out as well. From the sheer forceof the attack, they probably would have died if not for the deity’s will keeping them from death.

   Arceus glanced over at Tama, who was shivering in fright and had tears streaming down her cheeks, making her fur wet and matted down. The eevee couldn’t even move, she just kept shivering, every now and again making a low growl that sounded almost pathetic. Arceus looked away, instead gazing at Ayana. Her team had done a good job, and he was far more damaged than he should be from a team of low-level Pokemon. Still, she had failed to capture him. The Beast Ball simply would be deflected if she tried it now, as he was still strong enough to resist.

   Then he stumbled off balance. A loud wave of sonic energy had just blasted him. He shot his gaze aside to see Tama, still shivering and with tears in her eyes, but her mouth was wide open. She was using her Hyper Voice. Did she even know that move? She hadn’t used it at all before, and she seemed forced to run in to attack each time previously.

   Or perhaps… Perhaps she had learned it when he used his own Hyper Voice earlier. Such a feat seemed almost impossible for a cowardly, timid little Pokemon like her, but perhaps he underestimated her. The fight wasn’t over just yet.

   Getting up to his feet, Arceus used Earth Power once again, sending Tama falling to the ground, rocks painfully colliding with her skin. She desperately used her Hyper Voice again, but it didn’t have the same effect now that Arceus wasn’t caught off guard. Arceus would ensure she doesn’t die, but he wanted to show that he wasn’t taking her lightly, since she felt confident enough to fight him. He roared into the sky, and beams of light came crashing down, tearing up the ground as explosive levels of energy struck against the Earth.

   Tama was nowhere to be seen. Arceus knew he wouldn’t kill her, he had made certain of it. So where was she…? From behind, he felt a sharp stabbing pain. It was 30cm, whatever had just attacked him. That was too big for the eevee to possibly do. So what did…?

   He slumped to the ground, as his leg was far too damaged to continue supporting him. Painfully turning his head, he saw his attacker. A young woman in a swimsuit, with headphones, sneakers and bat wings as accessories. She was holding a halberd, and Tama was lying on the ground beside her, breathing raggedly. She was also holding a Beast Ball, which she pressed the button of and threw at Arceus.

   “…You didn’t just send your Pokemon to fight, but you fought and protected them yourself… You really are a good Master, Ayana.” These words rang in Swim Swim’s head right before the Beast Ball captured Arceus. He didn’t even try to escape.

   Swim Swim turned back into Ayana, out of Tama’s sight. She returned her fallen companions to their Pokeballs, then turned to head to the nearest Pokecenter. Her companions deserved a treat after all they’ve done. And now, with Arceus, a literal god, on their side…

   Ayana felt proud of herself. She really was becoming the best she could be. 

Caught! 4/6 (7?)

[watchilove]

Lamborghini kicked off its 2020 racing season by making yet more history at the traditional curtain raising 24 Hours of Daytona. Winning the GTD class with the #48 Paul Miller Racing partnership of Andrea Caldarelli, Corey Lewis, Bryan Sellers and Madison Snow, this is the third consecutive year Lamborghini has taken victory at Daytona.

Lamborghini 24 Hours Daytona – GRT Magnus

#48 Paul Miller Racing claims GTD win with Caldarelli, Lewis, Sellers and Snow

Magnus Racing by GRT Huracán finishes a close second 

Defending champion Grasser makes the end after up-and-down race

The quartet in the #48 Lamborghini Huracán GT3 Evo kept their noses clean throughout the epic endurance race to finish 21.908 seconds ahead of another Lamborghini, the Magnus Racing by GRT’s Marco Mapelli, John Potter, Spencer Pumpelly and Andy Lally to secure an historic one-two.

Stefano Domenicali, CEO and Chairman of Automobili Lamborghini stated: “In 2019 we wrote an important page of motorsport history, winning a legendary race for the second time, fighting with the most prestigious car makers. This triumph in 2020 demonstrates how Lamborghini is always looking ahead and constantly working to always achieve higher and more important targets. My congratulations to both teams and all the drivers, they have done an amazing job”

Strategy played a key role in determining the outcome of the race, with the #88 Audi R8 providing a stern test in the closing hours of the classic enduro. But both the #48 and #44 held their nerves to lock out the top two positions. Second for the #44 was a remarkable turn in fortunes, after mechanical issues prevented the Magnus Racing team to set a time in Thursday’s qualifying, leaving them 17th and last on the grid for the race.

Lamborghini 24 Hours Daytona – Podium

It was in stark contrast to the two-time defending champions Grasser; the #11 was the quickest of the five Huracáns with fifth on the grid in the hands of Steijn Schothorst, Richard Heistand and Factory Lamborghini drivers Franck Perera and Albert Costa. As the race got underway at 13:30 ET on Saturday however, the #11 dropped five places to 10th on the opening lap, while the #44 (with Pumpelly at the wheel) made a superb start to leap six spots to run just behind Schothorst.

Snow started the #48 and moved up one position to run seventh in the opening stint, as the field settled into a rhythm early on. Behind, Brandon Gdovic (#47 Precision Performance Motorsport) also made progress from his 11th place on the grid, moving up to ninth, while Christina Nielsen gained one place from her 14th place in the #19 GEAR Racing by GRT Huracán.

After a positive double stint inside the opening two hours of the race, Schothorst handed over the commands of the #11 to Perera, having run as high a second during the pit-stop sequence.

But Perera ran into trouble halfway into the fifth hour as the #11 suddenly slowed with a fuel problem. Unfortunately, it was not a quick fix and the Grasser car was effectively out of contention for the class win.

Not long after Perera ran into trouble, Eric Lux was collected on the Tri-Oval by the #23 Aston Martin of Alex Riberas. Both suffered damage to their cars, with the Aston Martin receiving a penalty as a result. Lux brought the #47 back to the pit-box, but the incident brought out the first Full Course Yellow of the race.

Lamborghini 24 Hours Daytona – Podium 2

As night fell, the #44 and #48 found themselves in the class lead after the pole-sitting #9 Porsche lost time after the caution period. Caldarelli now at the wheel of the #48 began to close in on Pumpelly in the #44, putting the young American under pressure. The pair went side-by-side for the lead, with Caldarelli eventually coming out on top in that battle with just over 16 hours of the race remaining.

Christina Nielsen was forced to retire the #19 Huracán in the morning as mechanical issues caused the Dane to stop. This brought out the fifth FCY, while the #47 of Lux also ground to a halt with a problem inside the same hour.

Pit strategy dominated the final hours of the race, with the #88 Audi short-filling while the two Lamborghinis carried out a full refuel for the #44 and #48. Mapelli held the lead heading into the final two hours, but Caldarelli was the quicker of the two in second. The pair fought nose-to-tail in spectacular fashion, with the latter grabbing the lead before the final round of stops.

Once the last pit-stops had been completed, Caldarelli emerged with an extended lead over Mapelli (more than 20 seconds) which he maintained until the chequered flag.

Andrea Caldarelli (#48 Paul Miller Racing): “It was more like a sprint race than an endurance race. The last three years, I think it was more like strategy but this one, with not so many yellows, you could see that it was a consistent push and the last three hours I was in the car, it was extremely tough, especially fighting with my team-mate in Europe [Marco] so it was a pretty strange feeling! To win a 24 Hour race, it is a team effort and each one of us had a different approach to the race and that is what enabled us to deliver the win.”

Lamborghini 24 Hours Daytona – Paul Miller

Lamborghini celebrates third victory at the 24 Hours of Daytona with sensational one-two finish Lamborghini kicked off its 2020 racing season by making yet more history at the traditional curtain raising 24 Hours of Daytona.

[pbandjesse]

I'm all bundled up in bed. Waiting for my laundry to be done. I need a snack and a drink and im going to sleep with no alarm clock. Today wasn't horrible. Just long.

I didnt sleep great last night. I woke up with horrible pain in my kidney again. I eventually was able to fall back asleep but it was hard. I woke up at 8 and wore many layers. It would be warmer today but it would still be in the 40s.

I packed snacks and lunch and wandered outside. I decided to take the bus downtown. There is still a lot of snow on the ground. And I was lucky that the bus showed up very fast and I was right on time to work.

I was with Frank on constellation today. It was nice to see him but I hate how sad he is. He just got back from italy and he just wants to leave baltimore so bad. His plan is to go and not come back and i dont blame him. I think he put his 2 weeks in. I want the best for him. He's a good soul.

It was nice working with him though. We had a good switching off for inside and outside. I was able to listen to my podcasts basically all day. It was a fairly busy day but everyone was nice.

I brought my liberty furby and had fun taking pictures of her on the ship. I gave my gun drill talk twice. I was tired and cold but i had a fun day.

My sinuses bothered me on and off. James came and visited me before he went to his overnight. It was nice to see his sweet face.

He left once I went to do my second program. And then I went inside for a bit. We finished up the day with 5 final people. They were all really sweet. And asked good questions. And left at a good time.

Me and Frank were done putting things away and cleaning up and i was able to clock out at 5. Killer.

I walked to ihop and got fries and crepes. My crepes came out cold so i had them microwaved and they were really good then. It was a good dinner and my waitress was sweet.

I went upstairs from the IHOP to Marshall's. I got a new face wash and night cream because I am out! Since i dont have backups anymore. Amazing. I also got myself a bike bell. To many people standing in thr bike lane. Its shaped like a kitty.

I left and went to get the free bus home. I had to wait a little but that was okay. I ran into my friend Gaby on the bus. And thrn i was home. I grabbed some cash and ran back out to grt quarters from the grocery store and CVS. Since they wont give you many.

I got home and did my laundry. Got annoyed by how trashed the laundry room is. Came upstairs and started organizing.

I sorted my shoes. Got rid of 2 boots that I dont wear. Got everything sorted all nice in my trunk. Then i went through the big task of sorting my jewelry.

That took me a while. I had 5 boxes to go though. And it was a lot. I got a paper bag and i started by just dumping everything on the ground. Then I sorted by type. Then put anything that I didnt wear or like or have any sentimental value in the bag right away. Then i sorted the types by nice/cheap/handmade. Then i went through each group.

Once i was down to everytbing i wanted to keep i put all the sentimental stuff. And stuff i want to keep but dont wear all the time in the green jewelry box. And put all the stuff i wear all the time in the small red jewelry box. I alsonmoved all my necklaces to the branch in my room i have hanging on the wall. Its so much more pared down but its all stuff i love so I'm very pleased.

Once i went to put my clothes in the dryer I sorted the bag. So each type was in a small jar. So if i go to thag swap thing it would be easier for someone else to go through stuff.

Now im just chilling. Im going to go get my clothes. And eat a snack. And go to sleep. I have the whole day off tomorrow and no plans and im so so excited to not have to do anything. Not to say i wont do something or go somewhere. But i wont have to! So exciting.

I hope you all sleep great tonight. Stay warm out there.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a little hard if only because I slept so poorly. After I got my post up last night I was pretty tired. James was supposed to come and help me bring things up from the basement. But he had a customer stay really late. So he didn't get to me until closer to 1.

I was half asleep by the time he got home. But as soon as he gave me a hug and told me everything would be okay. I just fell apart. At first I was just misty eyed. But soon enough I was sobbing so hard I was choking myself. I couldnt breathe and was so stuffed up and my head hurt so bad. I had to have been a scary sight. I was just so tired and so upset. Eventually I cried myself out. And I almost passed out sitting there. I wasn't as stuffy though and was able to lay down without feeling like I was drowning.

I had bad dreams but I did sleep Okay. Even if it wasn't enough sleep. I half considered calling out. But I knew I needed the distraction of work. We stayed in bed a little to long. But it was all good. James brought up more stuff for me from the studio. And he went to grt me breakfast while I went to the ship.

And it was a really fun day overall. I started the day inside. I worked on my book chapter. Everything atarted weird though because the shop girl just didnt show up for a while. So we let 5 people in for free. They would pay when they left because they were good people. And I got to talk to a lot of nice people.

I put the flag up all on my own. And I worked in my embrodiery. We have a visiting ship, La Libertad. Its from Argentina and its huge and beautiful. I enjoyed watching them polish the brasswork.

It was a beautiful day. Its the first day of fall and I just love that. There was a little breeze and everything felt good. I was still stressed in the background but I know everything will be handled.

Jess who I work with came over to look through my paintings and she decided to buy 8. 8??!! That amazing. So we talked about the art for a while. And it was fun sharing with everyone. I was very excited about the sales and worked on the spreadsheet and texted with James a out expanding it a bit. I was feeling good.

I took myself to Johnny Rocket for lunch. Haf a sit down meal. Got a salad and a sandwich and it made me feel much better. My eyes weren't as swollen and it wad good to have lettuce.

I gave the gun drill talk and it went so well. The 4 people who came were so into it and I felt so smart. It was an awesome feeling. I was still a little anxious about stuff but I had my squishy frog and was playing with that all day. I was throwing it and sqeezing it. And one of the times I threw it it landed in a hole in the hatch and I thought that was hilarious.

I talked to a lot of great people today. Including a couple from my parents old neighborhood who's kid is an artist and thinking aboit art school and wanted to ask me all the questions. I got to talk about the ship a ton. I met an old coast guard guy and he was lovely and complimented my embroidery. I had just so many positive interactions today and that was just so nice.

Frank's firing at 4 was so so big. Birds went everywhere. People were screaming and yelling fuck. It was amazing. And we closed early today so soon enough we were done.

I went and laid in a hammock for a while. Enjoyed swinging. Got changed. And went to sit at the desk for a while to wait out the clock.

I showed Frank my art and read on my phone. And then it was time to go home. There was work to be done.

I spent a couple hours bringing tbings up and organzing it up here so I can feel a little more normal in my space. I movdd pretty much everuthing I could to the hallway. I dont love it but I also don't use the hall much. Its just holding James's bookcase anyway. So all my stuff is on that now. On my way home I found 2 smaller plastic bins. I cleaned those and used then to hold all my products from the downstairs bathroom and put them on the upstairs one. I got almost everything out of there. Just the closet and my 3 drawer organziers. The chairs and the table will have to wait I guess. I'm giving james the arm chair for his apartment anyway. So I wont have to worry about that once he moves on Friday.

I am still stressed but I'm trying. I took a bath. Which helped. The water was cool and perfect. After I got dressed I finished my diorama and did more organizing snd cleaning. Until my back hurt and I had to eat something.

I had pizza around 9 and now I'm laying down watching true crime. I'm very excited to sleep.

James is on an overnight right now. He's coming over after in the morning and then were going to have a spa day and nake pumpkin things. I have apprehension about pumpkin ravioli but I trust him.

Keep those good thoughts coming. I'm tryinf my best to handle everything here. But its hard.

Goodnight everyone. Sleep well.

[sbknews]

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Testing concludes with Alvaro Bautista the man to beat in Australia

Álvaro Bautista (Aruba.it Racing – Ducati) stormed to the top of the timesheets again on Tuesday at Phillip Island Grand Prix Circuit with a best lap of 1’30.303, a whole 0.440 seconds faster than his best from the previous day and nearly half a second quicker than four-time world champion Jonathan Rea (Kawasaki Racing Team WorldSBK), fourth fastest at the Aussie racetrack.

Tuesday morning saw kinder winds and warmer conditions than the opening day of testing. Despite this, the bar that Ducati’s Spaniard had set on Monday remained unsurpassed by all but three riders. Bautista has emerged as the early and clear frontrunner for the opening race of the MOTUL FIM Superbike World Championship, and it will be interesting to see who, if anyone, can match the hairsplitting pace he’s put on display here.

Nonetheless, six more men did manage to set sub 1’31 laps, with second-placed Tom Sykes (BMW Motorrad WorldSBK Team) and fifth-placed Marco Melandri (GRT Yamaha WorldSBK) split by two tenths of a second.

In between them in fourth sat Jonathan Rea, who had previously topped nearly every pre-season testing session in 2018 and 2019. No one will be disregarding the reigning World Champion any time soon however. It bears repeating that Rea is still on an 11-race winning streak and when he is on his game there are few, if any riders capable of going the distance with the four-time champion. But for now, the gap between the two men has been striking: just in the first Tuesday session, Bautista recorded seven laps faster than Rea’s then best of 1’30.761.

Testing is much more than setting fast lap times however, and there was again much work to be done on Tuesday in Australia. Rea’s teammate Leon Haslam (Kawasaki Racing Team WorldSBK) made great strides on the ZX-10RR, putting in more laps (74) than anyone out on track. The Englishman’s base setup is very similar to the reigning champion’s, with Haslam’s crew now focused on tweaking it to his own style. It seems to be working well, as a late flurry of times pushed the 35-year-old above Rea on the timesheets.

Chaz Davies (Aruba.it Racing – Ducati) meanwhile managed to cut down his best lap time from Monday by a full second, as he continues to find his feet on the Panigale V4 R, although the Welshman was still nearly 1.5s behind his teammate’s pace.

2018 double Aussie winner Marco Melandri closed Tuesday as fifth best after hard work was put in to the front of his Yamaha YZF R1. With an optimal setup now in place, attention veered towards finetuning in the afternoon. Ditto for the rookie Sandro Cortese (GRT Yamaha WorldSBK), eighth at Phillip Island.

A big midday crash down Turn 1 and a late tumble across turn 4 for Alex Lowes (Pata Yamaha Official WorldSBK Team) were the main setbacks on Tuesday for the Crescent Racing squad. Neither the Brit – ninth – nor Michael van der Mark (Pata Yamaha Official WorldSBK Team) – seventh – were far off the pace, however, with their attention focused on finding a good balance for the always treacherous Aussie track.

A series of red flags in the morning hindered many a race simulation around the paddock, but it was still a good day’s work for the BMW Motorrad squad as both Sykes and Markus Reiterberger – struggling yesterday with a small shoulder injury – tested different chassis solutions, with both men meeting expectations.

A tricky opening day for Moriwaki Althea Honda Team led to improved performances on Tuesday, as they fight against the clock to find a good base setup for Phillip Island. Leon Camier (Moriwaki Althea Honda Team) crept into the top 10 throughout most of the day with a best lap of 1’31.443 (eventually falling to 13th), while Ryuichi Kiyonari ended in 15th position.

A late fastest lap pushed Toprak Razgatlioglu (Turkish Puccetti Racing) up to a fantastic sixth in the Tuesday standings. The Turkish starlet is still going through the 2019 updates on the ZX-10RR, as was the case for Jordi Torres and Team Pedercini Racing, while Tati Mercado (Orelac Racing VerdNatura) focused on improving tyre preservation. Steps forward were also taken by Eugene Laverty (Team Goeleven) and Michael Ruben Rinaldi (BARNI Racing Team), although the former suffered a technical problem close to the end of session one. Alessandro Delbianco (Althea Mie Racing Team) and wildcard Troy Herfoss (Penrite Honda Racing) closed the timesheets.

Phillip Island Official Test WorldSBK Day Two 1. Alvaro Bautista (Aruba.it Racing – Ducati) 1’30.303 2. Tom Sykes (BMW Motorrad WorldSBK Team) +0.236 3. Leon Haslam (Kawasaki Racing Team WorldSBK) +0.365

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