#I MEAN...SOOS IS MEXICAN TOO

[rexscanonwife]

Happy Mexican heritage day, by the way! Thanks to my whitewashed-ass mom I didn't grow up with that much of the culture, but I'm proud to be a part of it nonetheless!! 💖🇲🇽💖🇲🇽💖🇲🇽💖🇲🇽💖🇲🇽💖

To celebrate I'm gonna imagine showing my f/os things from Mexican culture where applicable > u <

[muxas-world]

I realize theres new poeole on my blog so just for litle presetantion;)

●My blog is manly abaut motogp but is a acunt dedicated to propage propaganda abaut rosquez and pecco 🩷

●I dont really do fanfics or headcanons cause i can't write so moslty you will see lore, race facts (mostly abaut pecco or the acaedmy cause is was i keep up) and caotic mems, rant and cause im mexican and grow up in a part were theres a lot wiches, brujería culture etc i try to do manifestions so if thar brother you ✌🏼

●im mexican so if yoy are racits for some reason dont like when im mention my culture etc plse block me also cause my inglish is my 2lenguge is not the best and i usually dont try to be correct cause is just tumbler so that too

● I do speak abaut f1 is not my main thing but i do so be aware im part of the team lh cult i like other drivers but my main one is lewis

● I am hater so if you dont like me seing hating of being mean to your favorite rider is fine (i dont atack for anyting more thar their race skills and dont wicht them death or anyting but still a hater soo )

[imachaoticghost]

I want to go on a rant about Mexican representation and I am. (I did this once I cooled down, but it'll probably get heated later on)

So, here's the deal, representation, it's fine, no? It's cool, it's great, it's amazing. It's something everyone wants. To be able to see someone like him in the big screens. So why, if everyone's screaming for representation of all kinds, the representation we are given is either equal to none or really bad?

Now, I'm not saying this in a mean way (I kinda am) but, it's annoying. It really is. The Mexican characters that we have are bad. Like really bad. And hey, I should he glad there even is. Even just, latino American in general.

Look at the MCU, there's Asian main characters, there's black main characters, there's white main characters obviously, there's even European main characters I believe. And they're well represented. But I haven't seen one Mexican main character that you look at them and you tell yourself as a Mexican, they're like me. Okay, there's America Chavez and Miguel O'Hara. But have you seen them? Have you seen how they're written?

My main rant here is about Miguel. In one of the most well written movies, in one of the most representative movies, in one of the best animated movies or our generation, the one Mexican character is written like an animal. Like a deranged man that's pursuing a kid because he doesn't like him. And that's the way he is perceived.

Yet every single other character in there, is well represented and well written. Every black people in that movie has a personality that makes you see them as black. Hobie? He's got a reason to be like he is, and that has to see with him being black, and he has a bottom, a personality. Miles? I'm not even gonna say it, he's the main character. Jessica? She's written as what she is. Spider byte? She's written as a black woman, in the little time she's shown. But Miguel? He's written as an animal. As a bottomless dehumanized animal.

He's the only Mexican guy we get and part of the little Latino characters we get. And he's written like a fucking animal. He's not written like a villain with a reason to be. He's written as a persecutor that does this because he feels like it. The worst part is that he's got a reason. But it's shown for so little time and so overlooked that it just, doesn't matter. And I'm not saying he's right, far from it, there's other ways to go about what he's trying to do. But to him, this things have a meaning. Yet everyone overlooks it to go for the fact that he's attacking a child. And why? Because he's shown as an animal.

And don't come to me with the "oh but he's half spider". And? So are the other spidermans and they're not written as a beast. They're not dehumanized to the point where all that you see when you look at that character is the way he is agressive.

He's lost his daughter, twice, and to a mistake he made. He took his daughter's life because he wanted her back, yet no one, no one, is taking a look at that. No one is caring about his reason, only about what he did. Yet to every other MCU villain, that have got a good reason, (like Loki, Namor, who's very well written, red skull, etc) people look at it. People think about it. And we're being reminded of it.

But in every piece of media I see about Miguel that isn't some horny piece of fanfiction, (no offense) the only thing people keep bringing back is his hatred for miles. His aggressiveness. To Gwen too. And the worst part is that I don't blame the people that consume or create that media. I Blake the writers of the movie.

It's extremely well written. A masterpiece from the eyes of an artist and a writer. But Miguel? His writing feels so lazy, so not there. Not even Peter's feels bad, he just feels neglectful. Miguel's writing, as one of the main villains of the movie is soo... Plain. To me, every other character has depth except him. And it bothers me.

Now, moving on onto any other well consumed movie. Mexicans are either extremely stereotyped, or represented as something related to drug. And that's all. I haven't seen one "normal" Mexican character.

Not even America Chavez, she's written as a white girl, and it feels to me. She's meant to be Mexican but there's no effort put into it. There's no effort put into writing actually good Mexican characters in American media. And don't get me started on French media. And the worst part is that these people aren't like that in the comics. They're well written there, represented as what they are!

I mean, if DC can do it with blue beetle, (a very well written Mexican movie. Just in the cultural aspect, I'm not going to judge the movie in itself) then marvel can surely do it with anyone else. Like, put some effort into it, please. It's the same effort you put into written good black and Asian characters. Write good latino characters, please.

It's not that hard. It really isn't. If fanfiction authors can write better foreign characters than a professional, it means they're capable of doing it. And it means there's a problem there. And it hurts, because I'm not even asking you to write about something controversial, or about a woman. I'm asking you to put some effort into a typical male character and nor write it as a beast or a white guy. You can do it and I know it. And if you can't? Find someone that can or just, don't then. Because I'd rather not being represented than for people to think every one of us is like that. And agressive, drug related, brown man.

Another example I have is Percy Jackson. They made the effort of turning typically represented white gods, Greek gods, into a black god. And a white character into a black character. And then there's groover, that I don't remember if he was brown, but it fits. There's almost every community in there. Yet, no latino character. Not even in the background. Like, if you're gonna make a Greek god black for representation, you can do it for other minorities. Anyone. Not just Percy Jackson.

And again, I'm not even asking to write or represented queer or genderqueer people, you won't loose money from making a well written latino character.

Because then, it bleeds into society, and when I moved to my current country, I lived for seven years with the racism of being a foreign person in a country that consumes American media and doesn't know much about us, other than we're criminals and eat tacos in a basis and are some kind of witch or weird person. And for someone as young as little me, and as different as little me, it just hurts that you're discriminated for something so normal as to where you were born. Because the only thing they know about my country is the bad representation media chose to do. Like they did with black people. And now it's changed, so why can't it for us to?

So yeah, it makes me mad to not be able to see someone like me without thinking, why the others get a well written deep character and I get some kind of beast that hurts children with an overlooked reason. Because the movie chose to overlook it. Because the people chose to overlook it.

I want to clarify, my views in this are mostly oriented on the MCU and Sony's spider verse movies.

[tamorisana]

About warmth and mornings

Pairing :Aledolfo

Tw : mentions of trauma but nothing more

Tags :Fluff, just pure soul eating fluff, heart touching one too, They are soo in love your honour, [here should be a tag, nothing triggering but it spoils the fun. if you want its in the end]

Summary :Mornings in base are quiet nowadays.

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It's quiet.

Most mornings here are.

There are many reasons for this. The sun just began raising, so it's too early for recruits to be up and needing their attention. Birds aren't singing for the same reason.

It is a few weeks after Shadow company was hunted and determined. At least to everyman thay could find. It was strange, there were not as much man as Alejandro remembered. But today that is not his focus.

What was his focus, however, is a man laying next to him, snoring peacefully. Alejandro could never have enough of the Rodolfo. Never. Rudy is everything he isn't. Adorable, silent, soft and stiff in the same time. He can go on and on but most importantly...

Most importantly, he is warm. Not furnace hot nor barely warm like some nights in Mexico. He is that perfect temperature when heat is strong but not strong enough to leave burns.

Even through Ale' would love to be burnt by him, leaving at least some kind of mark on his body that shows the world to who belongs his heart, soul and body, he has to get up. To the very least make something for them to eat and coffee.

Yes, coffee is one of priorities. As much as Rudy hates it he desperately in the need of caffeine. It's like air, food and water... sight of beautiful mexican man in his bed—

Alright, he is getting distracted. Caffeine. And tea for his love. He even gonna use that really expensive one. So he slips from Rodolfo's grip, puts on pants, sweater, boots and quickly heads down.

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It's scary how quietly Rudy can walk. Like a cat, a lot could say. He doesn't even notice as other appears behind until there are warm hands around his waist and soft breaths against his shoulders.

Alejandro's greeted with still tired, almost silent "G'morning". Is it a wonderful feeling, being used as a pillow for his angel? Yes, absolutely, it's so warm, secure and cozy. Like home. Is that how home feels, right? God, he loves his partner so much, he loves the joy he never had with Valeria, he loves the way he can be soft and not be questioned if he's alright.

It's their sevenths anniversary tomorrow...or today? What's today? Tenths? He looks up at calendar and sure it is, today is their day. If Alejandro didn't smile before he sure does now. And his cheeks are going to hurt.

It goes not feel real. Just yesterday they were playing catch in the mountains and today he is the happiest man ever, willing to do anything for his love, and he means it.

He is ready to put out the fucking sun if it meant his lover never waking up crying, desperately gasping for air from a fucking nightmare of burning down in that damn house, or during cooking when he needs to light the stove.

Fuck Hassan with his fucking men and terrorism.

"Rudy, i have a question?" He fucking hates the way his voice turns into this mess. Ale' puts down his mug after sipping almost half of it in one go. His arms go on top of the ones around waist.

Today. He is going to ask him today. Yes, it finally felt like a right time for this kind of thing.

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It took Soap three month to see matching rings on their fingers. And another three for everyone. It took longer than they expected to plan their little wedding.

And Alejandro swears, Rodolfo Parra-Vagras is the most beautiful man in the whole world.

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Hidden tag :marriage proposal. happy now that you spoiled the thing to yourself???

End notes :It was supposed to be a 200-300 word thing and well you see what happened. i had a fucking butterflies in my stomach writing this, i hope you enjoyed the thing

[ghost-kitty-cat]

I am back, I have risen from my grave... hehe did you really think you could escape me... well too bad... now get over here, It's time for Detective Headcanons! (Aka Marlowe's listener if you don't know for some reason...)

First Headcanon, (more to do with my mental image of Detective but...) I imagine they have sorta tan skin (I think tan is the right word..) either that or I imagine them being a poc (I believe that's the correct term for person of color.. side note I also imagine Dearest/Jacob's listener as being a person of color (again sorry if that ain't the right term...)

Second Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective's dad was a Detective too and they learned a lot of their stuff from him... and when he passed away, his office became their office and so did his old German shepherd... (side note: i imagine Detective's dad was the type of person who used files and filing cabinets in his office also I imagine whenever he needed to think something over, he would go out to bar and drink a few shots... he could really handle his liquor... it took a lot to actually get that man drunk...)

Third Headcanon, (sorta also a Dearest Headcanon... but..) I like to imagine they know each other and for a good bit... (I like to imagine they used to hang a lot but Dearest got busy with the whole Jacob situation (which they haven't told Detective about...) and Detective has gotten busy with the whole essence eater/Marlowe situation...)

Fourth Headcanon, so ya know how I said Detective's dad could handle his liquor quite well?... well Detective is the same way... I mean they can literally chug a whole bottle of alcohol and not get drunk/sick... (totally freaked Marlowe out a bit when/if they ever get together..)

Fifth Headcanon, (if I remember correctly (causes it been a bit since I watched the Marlowe videos..) I think Detective has mind reading powers soo...) I like to imagine that they haven't quite mastered how to turn off their powers so because they constantly hear thoughts, they've became quite sensitive to certain noises... and if things get loud for them, they just shut down... (kinda similar to how Rival/Dove gets when they have visions...)

Sixth Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective is the type who watches those Detective/crime shows & podcasts (when they have free time) just to like point out everything they got wrong...

Seventh Headcanon, Detective can not... ...I repeat...CAN NOT... be trusted with their own thoughts (am I going to explain why?... Nope! I'll leave that up to your own imagination...)

Eighth Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective is colorblind... (same with Dearest since they both can't see how much of a RED Flag certain people are... also Red is totally one of their favorite colors hehe...)

Ninth Headcanon, (slightly connected to one of my Marlowe's headcanons... but..) I like to imagine when/if they get together... they totally cuddle and when they're cuddling, Detective will curl up in Marlowe's hoodie/jacket with him (since I imagine Marlowe wears oversized hoodies/jackets...)

Tenth Headcanon, I like to imagine Detective's mom was like either half Spanish or half Mexican and uh when she got angry... she would used a shoe as a weapon... (like the lady from the movie Coco if you've seen that movie... never underestimate a mother especially a mother with a shoe... she even scared Detective's dad a few times...)

Bonus Headcanon, I like to imagine that the German shepherd that was owned by Detective's dad and now is owned by Detective.. is a girl and she is called "Macy" (I think I spelled that right...) Macy is a good German shepherd who is kinda old now so she doesn't have much energy but she's still quite energetic.. also she's spoiled (like she has a bunch of stuff at Detective's place and Macy even has her own little bed in Detective's office...)

[pumpkinsy0]

Do you have any other Desi Johnny hc’s? I love them soo much, It’s so interesting to hear about other cultures! 🫶🏻

yea sure of course!!!

unfortunately still dont have many hcs so some of these will just b building off of old hcs but WHATEVERRRR

•ik i said he wears a lungi at like his house, but he actually did wear it from time to time in the curtis house for when he was sleeping over

•his spice intake is crazy he can eat something rlly spice w no reaction meanwhile everyone else is dying

•ik holi is a hindu holiday and hes not hindus BUT i think he would find it very pretty and be very interested in it (i mean shit unless u wanna hc his religion being hinduism be my guest)

•johnny actually uses a shawl a LOT when hes cold and when he notices that ponys cold he just, uses his cloth and makes pony wear a shawl too, literally 0 questions asked

•his fav food is biryani i will not be elaborating

•he eats w his hands a lot (like yknow he eats things like rice w his hands) he finds it pretty practical, and he WAS nervous about doing it around everyone else outside his home but he kinda grew out of that

•his mom used to feed him w her hands, thats like one of the better memories he has w her, so maybe???he also feeds pony w his hands??? as like a familial thing

•FUN FACT in 1952 there was this big emphasis on bengali culture, especially language and since johnny was born in like 1949, i think his mom (i hc him as half mexican half bengali, his mom is bengali, or if u want u can reverse it it truly does not matter) would have this big idea to surround him around him speaking bengali as his first language (if ur curious spanish is his second language, then english is his third)

•him learning english as his third language is kinda why he has trouble reading acc, i forgot if that was canon or not, but yea, he can speak it perfectly fine, he just didnt practice actually reading it as much

•he sees his mom as like bollywood pretty when she was younger, if that makes any sense, like movie star pretty (YES IK BOLLYWOOD IS FROM INDIA but my point still stands)

THATS THE HCS I GOT FOR NOW, if i messed anything up or wasnt culturally right someone feel free to tell me

[madschiavelique]

“ "Coño," he sighed, coming to kiss your cheekbone "like heaven.” His thumb was rubbing over your neck, gently. ”

Idk if you speak Spanish or not but coño means pussy. I just thought it was strange as a response to “how does it feel” no hate tho. Youre a good writer otherwise. <3

hiya there ! i do not speak spanish very well actually dzfbghh

HOWEVER i asked my friend who's speaks fluently and that's the answer they gave me :

Coño can be used as just a general swear, the same way fuck is used even though it means pussy. In latin America like joder is normally used like the word "bother" or like fuck the verb, not the swear, idk if it makes sense but in a sentence it would be used as "andas jodes que jodes por alli y no ayudas." tl:"(you) are bothering/fucking and bothering/fucking around but you don't help", but it would be strange for someone in latin america to exclaim "joder!"

In México specifically, coño would not be incorrect to use as fuck i did look up the other day like mexican swear words just to make sure they where not very different from the Panamanian ones and did find coño was fine, but i will look up again if there's like a better translation

(later when they searched)

Ok, quick research done, on a funny note first, you can make Miguel use "¡a huevo!" too in the context cause its can mean "hell/fuck yeah" (but tbh it is not in character for the man) But about coño and fuck i found that it is mostly used the same way fuck is used, even if it means something else translating either fuck or coño literally to cojer/joder or cunt/pussy would not make sense in context, you can not translate them to avoid the situation before For other fuck related expresions Pinche + adjective = fucking adjective Chingón = it fucks, something that fucks Esta Cabrón = it's fucking good. (for something soo good or badass you need to swear) El Cabrón = the fucker.

so that's why i used coño !! i am sorry though if it can be understood otherwise :o

ALSO THANK U SO MUCH you're reallly sweet <333

[like-wuatafauq]

Hmmm I like romance, but the ideia of having a partner is soo scary. Because I'm a people pleaser and I know I'm not perfect so feeling not enough is really terrifying.

ʕ´- ᴥ -`;ʔ

More asks!

1. what do you consider green flags in a relationship?

2. If u had the money to buy a space ship, would u buy a space ship?

3. U think money change people?

Awe well I'm sure if you meet someone who knows you're a people pleaser and they really like you they'll probably make sure you're not just trying to please them and actually get to know you. Ik that's hard to find but I feel like I wouldn't take advantage of someone knowing they can ppl please so maybe there's more ppl like that :) [also I'm putting #1 last because it's long oopsi]

2. I would, just to go to the moon, get some moon rocks and bring it back to my girl, then I would donate it to science but still have it under my name just in case the girlie wants to go to mars or something

3. Yes, in different ways. Some change in the sense of no longer hanving anxiety about spending and others change in the way they use it to be superior to others. Either ways it's going to change your mindset it just so happens it can be good growth or negative

1. oooo green flags🟩🟩🟩 there's not a green flag emoji lmao how rude but um

Being emotionally available I'm not saying you have to have absolutely zero mental illness to date like that's shitty I mean it as communicate with your partner if somethings up instead of just immediately breaking up

Emotionally intelligent kinda goes with that^^^

Stands up for partner

Committed

Clear intentions

Goes to get mental health assistance if needed and wouldn't shame me if I need to get any

Romantic or wouldn't shame me for wanting to do romantic gestures

If they talk to about me to other ppl I take it as a green flag because to me it means you want ppl close to you To know I belong to/with you heehehe

Healthy possessive obsessive!!!

Can admit when they were wrong and wouldn't take advantage of me when I admit that I'm wrong (this goes hand in hand with not taking advantage of a vulnerable moment)

Doesn't do "breaks" like if you do need a "break" from a relationship I would expect you not to go with someone else cuz the whole point is that you'd come back to that relationship. Which is why I'd probably communicate something like ah we are still together you just need time to focus on whatever etc.

Communication and comprehension in general.

Likes doing things together even if they may not necessarily know much about it or enjoy it but if they seriously don't like to then wouldn't pressure the partner (it's okay to have different interests! ^-^)

Doesn't make fun of my culture, cultural wear, or accent. Like there's a difference in laughing if I pronounce something wrong like I'd laugh along too but don't like dig into it with insults like "you should look it up on the dictionary, how do you not know, why is your accent so thick now you sound like a dramatic Mexican on a TV show"

Not judging each other's family like I had an ex insult my cousins house and I was livid because that's all they could afford(that's the kind of judging I mean, now if they're racist etc that's fine lol they had it coming)

Will split house chores with me or do them with me

Cares about their health and appearance I'm not talking about a social beauty standard lmao I'm just talking about like just be clean homie. (However, wouldn't judge the partner if they're in a depressive state,and would take care of each other if that were the case) there's a big difference between those too😅

Good Sexual chemistry, mental and emotional connection,perhaps bonding souls 👉👈

Help each other grow and meet goals

Huge green flag if the relationship is actually based on true love

Huge green flag if both partners know that a relationship doesn't have to be perfect and the person doesn't have to be perfect for it to work

Isnt afraid of Couples counseling if needed

[hiddles-jung]

This is from a guy in Facebook and is SOO FUCK*** RIGH

"" ". I find it extremely interesting to analyze the communicative difference between the engineers from Verstappen and Checo during the final part of the race where the final positions were decided by the rain. And after the analysis I can confirm that Checo was not taken to Boxes on lap 48, because they decided to put Verstappen in. The team gave preference to the Dutch as we had been assuming.

I reviewed the Onboards of both at critical moments of the race, and the difference between one and the other in the communicative intention is different. Let's see then.

Lap 47: The track begins to get wet, the rain arrests in one of the sectors, however, it is drivable.

Lap 47: Checo overtakes Sáinz.

From here I am going to analyze the RedBull pilot / engineer communication.

Gianpiero - Verstappen

Lap 48:

G - How are the conditions?

V- A bit slippery, but I think it's for slicks. [dry rubber] [Hesitant]

V- Ok. No. No pits.

G- Copy.

Lap 47 [48]: For Bottas. There is already information.

Lap 48:

G- We are thinking of interest, Max. What you think? [Purposeful message, seeking to persuade Max]

[Verstappen and Leclerc go off track.]

G- It's raining all over the circuit, Max. He is raining. [He insists, though not as emphatically; but he keeps trying to persuade]

[After his departure from the track]

V- We are wasting a lot of time, I don't know. I think we should go to the pits. We're wasting time.

G- Ok, Max. Pit confirmed. Be careful at the pit entrance, it is raining too much in this area.

Bird - Pérez

Lap 47

[Pérez overtakes Sáinz]

Lap 48

B- How are the conditions?

P- It's wet. At this point I think I'm fine with these tires, or so I think. [Hesitant]

B- How are the conditions?

Q- Very wet, but I think I can drive. [Hesitant]

B- Are you happy with your tires?

Q- [Locks up and goes off track] [No answer]

B- Stay Out. Stay Out. Stay on track.

At this point, the engineer asks Checo [despite having left the track, and noticing the track complications] to stay out, because Max Verstappen was going to enter during it. I mean, he was forced to turn one more lap [which was actually two].

Lap 48 [49]: For Max.

The team already has consistent data at this point. Let's look at lap 49 with Checo.

Bird - Pérez

Lap 49

B- Alonso behind. Are you happy with the rubber bands?

P- [Long silence]

B- Are you happy, how are you rubber? Let me know. There are interests.

Q- I don't know, do we expect more rain?

B- It could be. It could be more.

B- Checo we could go for interest. [Shortly before going through the pit entrance. [First propositional message]

Q- No. [When seeing that Alonso is still on track]

Lap 49 [50] For Hamilton.

Lap 50

B- Ok, Checo people are going faster with interest. [Second really purposeful message when perceiving track exits in the fight with Alonso, it was impossible to continue]

P- Ok.

B- Box. Box.

And well, conclusions. It is evident that by lap 48, all teams already had the data that Bottas was providing with his early entry to the pits. Being in a very remote position, they decide to send it before everyone else for interest.

In this lap, you can notice a much more proactive attitude on the part of the Verstappen engineer. Proposing immediately to go for the interests. Even as you see in the talk, he comments that the rain has reached other sectors trying to persuade Max, who after leaving the track, confirms that they are wasting time, and immediately his engineer confirms the entry.

During the same lap, the same questions are asked to Checo by his engineer, however, at this point no proposition can be detected. He throws the question waiting for Checo to make the decision [as if conveying responsibility according to the pilot's perception]. After Checo left the track, it was the opportune moment to enter the pits, since it was an extremely complex panorama. However, the engineer prevents him from entering, knowing that they have confirmed Max's entry, and they don't want to waste time.

At this point, it became clear that the priority regarding the decision lay primarily with Verstappen. The conditions on lap 49 for rubber slicks looked impossible, Checo like Alonso had a couple of starts, and it was evident that the loss of time was brutal. Here, shortly before entering the pits, the engineer launches the first really propositional communication, however, Checo feeling that he already lost a lot of time during that lap, and notices that Alonso is still on the track, denies entry in a tone that we could interpret with some anger. Checo was already played.

The next lap was practically impossible for the drivers to handle, and it was inevitable to continue, for which the engineer practically asked him to enter the pits.

Little details like these are extremely important when evaluating the outcome of a race. An inexperienced engineer, who failed to pressure his pilot at the right time, or even to persuade him to enter, spoils an impeccable career for the Mexican pilot. Unlike an engineer, with vast experience like the Italian, who with knowledge of the car and its driver, in addition to understanding the track conditions, sends out persuasive messages, so that the driver has the ease of taking the lead. decision.

Checo on that lap where he should have entered, he was going with a hundred doubts on top. In addition, it is known how difficult Checo has specifically in the RedBull for wet track conditions.

Again the inexperience of the Checo engineer is present. Like yesterday, the decisions with the Mexican driver are not being the correct ones. Internally the reasons will be known, but once again the circumstances will put Checo in the focus of negative media attention. Once again he loses a podium due to a bad save, and due to indecisions of a team that from an external perspective, sends us the message that Checo's result does not interest, if it does not benefit Verstappen.

Anyway there I leave it. A great race for the Mexican pilot

[dear-indies]

hi! im going to ask for some fc help if you still offer/are up to it please? i have a muse that visually chris o'dowd would be perfect for but the muse is supposed to be kinda mean/intimidating and the resources i have for him dont really fit, so I guess I'm asking for alternatives, please and thank you?

Peter Dinklage (1969) - has a type of dwarfism called achondroplasia.

Toby Stephens (1969)

Timothy Omundson (1969)

David Lee McInnis (1969) Korean / German.

Park Hee Soon (1970) Korean.

Richard Armitage (1971)

Don Lee (1971) Korean.

David Tennant (1971)

Alan van Sprang (1971)

Hu Bing (1971) Chinese.

Daniel Sunjata (1971) African-American / Irish and German.

Michael Irby (1972) African-American / Mexican.

Arjun Rampal (1972) Indian / Indian and Dutch.

Eric Dane (1972) English, German, Scottish, Finnish, Ashkenazi Jewish.

Idris Elba (1972) Sierra Leonean / Ghanaian.

Anson Mount (1973)

Andrew Lincoln (1973)

Danny Pino (1974) Cuban.

Joaquin Phoenix (1974) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, with some Scottish, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, German, Irish, Welsh, and French Huguenot.

Mark-Paul Gosselaar (1974) Ashkenazi Jewish, German, Dutch, Indonesian.

Tim Rozon (1976)

Paul Anderson (1978)

John Krasinski (1979)

Murat Yıldırım (1979) Turkish.

Brett Goldstein (1980) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Otani Ryohei (1980) Japanese.

Ricky Whittle (1981) Afro Jamaican / English.

Park Hae Soo (1981) Korean.

Kıvanç Tatlıtuğ (1983) Turkish.

Aidan Turner (1983)

John David Washington (1984) African-American.

Thanks to @lewistan and @starlingmusing for some of these suggestions too!

[hypermanga]

Can I get a ship for MCU,The Hobbit and Lort.Long black straight hair, VERY BI, she/her, LOVES music, art, fandoms, sweet as honey and deadly like a bear, will throw hands to rude people, Slytherin, kind, lovely, stubborn, Sassy ASF, loves and supports people accept Trump and Trump supporters, g Mexican-American, favorite color is Green, knows taekwondo and jiu jitsu, skilled with bow, sword, any knife, yeah also I'm a Pisces and loves science I hope you see this btw love your blog

Thank you soo much! <3

Marvel

I ship you with...

Natasha Romanoff!

You were one of the Widows that had graduated alongside Natasha Romanoff: abducted when you were little, she had always been your comfort during the toughest times in the training mat as well as when the familiar feelings of nostalgia for your family became too much to bear and you weren't able to control it.

One day, though, everything changed. You had been doing a mission alongside Natasha when some SHIELD agents had captured her, taking her from your side despite your efforts at fighting them, specially one who seemed to be in charge with the surname Barton.

Years later, after the attacks in New York you got to see Natasha again: the Avengers had dismantled and she had stayed loyal to Stark while Captain America and the rest of his team were locked away in a high security facility.

That's how you found her knocking at your door one day, telling you about her family and how she had to find her sister Yelena: to say you were angry was an understatement, she had never contacted you during all this time but quickly understood that it was for the best as every ally to one of the Avengers could be used as a bargain or as a mean to get to someone. Engulfing her in your arms, you stayed like this for a while before lightly punching her on the arm "Tired of an all-boy team already? You know girls do it better" You had told her, sniffling "Missed you (Y/N)"

After catching up briefly on the mission, your duo was back on the track: Natasha wore her white suit while you sported a green and black suit, a reminder of your time as a widow and the lively colour as a symbol of healing and your wish to do something good for the planet after knowing about Dreykov's plan to control the Widows.

It felt like the camaraderie was long gone, replaced by a feeling of care and understanding between the two of you that only those with a strong bond could ever hope to achieve.

The Hobbit

I ship you with...

Dwalin!

Being one of Dis's best friends had many perks: you could learn about some of the palace's gossips before anyone else and you could practically do whatever you pleased (which came in handy when learning how to swing a sword as well as close combat).

The latter became especially useful as, thanks to it, you met Dwalin.

You had met him when Dis suggested him to learn some combat skills, even though he had dismissed you as a 'lass who probably couldn't even land a punch'. After making one of your sassy comments, such as "Too afraid to punch a girl?" that struck a cord, he made a deal with you to train you a bit, just for a few weeks so you would shut up for a while, adding an 'annoying lass' at the end of the sentence that earned him a light punch on his shoulder after the first fight you won "What? The annoying lass won you? My, my, how the tables turned" You had smirked, which earned one back.

Your relationship took a different turn when Smaug attacked.

You were sharpening your sword alongside Dwalin when you heard screaming in the hallways "Is it always so hot in here or is it just because of m-DRAGON!" You had screamed, taking Dwalin's hand and running from the fire.

During the journey to the Blue Mountains, you had seen Dwalin's seriousness creep back to him, earning grunts or scoffs every time to tried to talk to him. It felt discouraging because, beneath his rough exterior, he was a dwarf who cared a lot for Thorin, Dis and, by extension, everyone close to them.

The battle of Moria had done nothing to ease the tension, making it worse with the death of King Thror and the decease of many dwarves. That night you had found Dwalin drinking silently after hugging his brother Balin "It's not your fault, you fought bravely and returned safely to your brother" "You don't understand it lass" He turned to look at you, his eyes showing he had cried "We have lost so many people out there, they didn't deserve it...And all of this because those filthy elves didn't help us reclaim Erebor" You grabbed his hand "The elves should have helped us, but it is our duty to follow Thorin now...We shall mourn the fallen, but also praise those who won the battle as well so that their sacrifice can go down in history" "All that chit chat...You're so annoying, lass" He half-smiled, making you smile as well "Maybe, but got a smile from you, and that's all that matters to me"

LOTR

I ship you with...

Eowyn!

Life in Rohan wasn't always easy: his king seemed to lose grip on reality as days went on, orcs ventured nearer the lands of men, and it seemed as if there was a menace that lurked behind all that chaos that you couldn't pinpoint yet.

There was one person, though, who could make it all better: Eowyn. You were very close with her despite not being royalty, but you had learned how to swing a sword and taught her everything you knew as a way to get closer to each other. She was your confidante and you were hers, and always hung out together to relieve her from the pain that was seeing her uncle decay.

But just as you had a person to make it all better, poor Eowyn had someone who made it worse, and that was Grima. You always caught him looking at her, and had even come to hands just to prevent him from approaching her or talking to her in any way "Stay away you foul creature!" You had told him after landing a kick in his groin "Eowyn is not interested in you in any way, and if you decide to approach her with ill intentions" You unsheathed your sword "You will perish".

When Gandalf had lifted up Theoden's curse, you rode together to Helm's Abbys and fought any orcs that threatened either your or her life, even though you were perfectly sure she was able to do so.

You had to admit you weren't complaining though: you had found comfort and someone to protect, and sometimes thought if one day you could be more than just friends. Eowyn felt herself drift off thinking about you as well, as she admired your loyalty, your honour and courage in the battle, traits she wanted in a significant other.

But it was impossible, you didn't feel the same...Did you?

Your feelings became known after the battle in Gondor, as you saw how Eowyn's blade pierced the Witch King's flesh, defeating him thus resulting in Sauron's weakening. Tears of happiness flooded your face, as you saw the woman you loved alive and well, and jumped to her, kissing her fervently. Luckily for you, the kiss was returned with as much passion from her "Thought you'd never do it" She had whispered, amidst the chants of victory from the other warriors.

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Hope you liked it anonymous asker!

[therealsehinton]

●_● soo wait if tarry's tim and darry, what's two-bit/darry? do they even have a name? all i got is barry (ehh), karry (🤔) or darry's bits (wtf's wrong with me). anywho, i came up with only one friend-ly interaction but i can't create dialogue for shit. if you have any hcs on them platonically/romantically, or even early gang days in general, would you please share?

we like to call em Dar-Bit woot woot!!!

here are some hcs of their early relationship:

▪︎as everyone should know by now, I hc the Curtis Brothers as native american/jewish and Two Bit as Mexican

▪︎Darry is the most white passing of his family but Two is not white passing at all

▪︎Two always got bullied growing up for not being white so that's how they met. in elementary school Darry saw him getting picked on and defended him. afterwards he took him home to meet the rest of his family, Mrs. Curtis immediately fell in love with him

▪︎Two was the first person to join what would soon be the gang. but at the start it was just him and Darry being best friends

▪︎they clicked really well and they were practically inseparable even tho Darry was two grades above him

▪︎it really didn't take long for Two to start crushing on him. Darry was so smart, handsome, kind, and perfect. he was all anyone wanted, including Two

▪︎also Darry just treated Two Bit like he wasn't a joke, which was different for him

▪︎but Two was too scared to pursue him, I mean with it being the 60s and the fact that by 8th grade Darry already had a few girlfriends, like it wasn't a good idea

▪︎so for a long time he just admired from afar and kept his crush a secret

If you want more don't hesitate to ask anon!!! I hope these were good enough for you ♡

[ramblesanddragons]

Food Brings You Together...Probably.

@elisheva9467 asked for a little slice of story with Stan and Ford. Ended up being a little longer than I thought. I have a headcanon that Stan likes to cook and this happened. Thanks for waiting elisheva

Stan was going to have to swallow a bit of his pride but it would be worth it if his plan worked.

“Hey Ford, I’m headed to the store. Would ya mind coming with me?”

His twin perked his head up from designing something for the boat at the question. A soft and understanding smile crossed his face.

“Of course.”

Now Ford thought he was coming along on the rare chance  there was a memory incident. Ever since the not end of the world, Ford had been doing his best to help Stan out and he appreciated it, he really did. The real reason Stan was dragging him along though was to get his stubborn brother to eat a real meal. Ever since coming home Ford had consumed nothing but coffee and some sort of alien food pill. His hope was that Ford would eye something good and want to eat it. If not Stan had a few other ideas.

Three isles in and it was looking like the con man was going to have to appeal to his brother’s since of practicality. He started putting in every unhealthy food item he saw. He had cut out so many of his vices in his life that junk food had become one of the only ones Stan let himself indulge in but this was reaching ridiculous even for him. Ford finally noticed.

“Stan...do you really need 3 cartons of ice cream?”

“Eh, I’m old. I think I should eat what I want.”

To Stan’s frustration Ford didn’t argue. Alright time to pull out the big guns. He casually walked over to the stakes and started picking out nice ones. (Two of which went into his jacket pocket because good meat is too damn expensive)

“Besides everyone knows I’m the better cook in the family.”

“Now who says that?”

Bingo

“I might get a lot of take out but I also learned how to cook pretty good. I was always the one helping Ma out in the kitchen. You couldn’t make cereal without burning it.” Stan chortled.

“It’s cook pretty wel...I mean. I can cook just fine thank you.”

“Okay then, prove it. You cook dinner tonight and I’ll cook it tomorrow. Who ever makes the better meal is the better cook.”

“We both know we’ll pick our own meals Stan.”

“So we get Soos and his abuelita to be the judges. Don’t let them know who cooked what.”

Ford pondered for a moment then smiled. “Very well. If you’ll excuse me I have a few things to go get.”

While Ford was distracted Stan returned the ridiculous amount of junk food and got what he needed for his dinner. A few times Ford came up to Stan asking for a few weird things (”Does this store carry Ignatriumsis?” “Ford that’s not a real word in this dimension.”) they checked out and headed home.

Having grown used to cooking over an open fire Stan helped Ford pull out the old grill and then settled into his seat to watch TV. The shack was oddly quiet. Soos was finishing packing up his stuff in his old place and his abuelita was at bingo night. He missed the noise of the kids but a chance to relax was nice too. The old man began comfortably dozing.

Until there was the sound of a large fire roaring to life.

Stan scrambled to the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher and ran outside to quell whatever mishap his brother had created. Running outside there was a thin column of fire rising out of the grill at least 15 feet into the air but thankfully dying down. Behind the grill was Ford, smiling wide. If anyone were to summon hell fire to cook it would be Ford.

“What the actual fuck Sixer?”

“The coals refused to light so I did a little improvising.”

Stan threw the extinguisher at Ford who caught and went back inside to get his heart to stop racing a mile a minute.

Dinner was served around six. The four of them sat comfortably around the table. Still a little quiet without the kids but still pleasant. On their plates was grilled chicken, corn covered in Mexican crema and cotija (Stan knew what Ford was up to. Playing up to the old ladies’ nostalgia. Clever.) and green beans. It honestly did look very good. Ford had marinated the chicken in something zesty which was delicious but the chicken was a tad bit burnt. Soos’ Abuelita hummed in pleasure eating the corn and which lead to a few stories of her childhood. After dinner the twins did the dishes while the other two went to watch TV.

“Alright. I can admit when I enjoy a meal,” Stan said.

“Why thank you Stanley.”

“But I’m going to blow you out of the water tomorrow.”

The next day Stan found himself itching to get to dinner time. In all honesty he liked to cook, was decent at it too if you asked him. One of the few things he let himself enjoy after being financially stable enough was good food. Nothing fancy really (unless he could sneak it out of the store) but it was nice to have three square meals a day after going so long wondering where his next meal was coming from. The only reason he ate out with the kids so much this summer is those little gremlins took up a lot of energy. Between that and the portal he was wiped most days. It was nice to be cooking again.

Stan seasoned the steaks and let them sit a bit while he got the baked potatoes ready. There was even going to be a fancy cesar salad with shaved parmesan. Salad was normally classified as ‘rabbit food’ but Ford would like it.

Stan downed each of the stakes in butter and garlic careful to make it how he knew everyone liked it. This wasn’t the first time he had made dinner for Soos and his abuelita and maybe that was slightly cheating but he didn’t really care. Let’s see...he liked his rare, Abuelita liked hers closer to well, Soos liked a nice medium, and he figured Ford would like it that was as well.

Dinner was once again nice and pleasant. Stan had finally gotten used to having people constantly joining him for dinner. It was weird at first but he found that he rather enjoyed it. Soos was almost done with moving and the boys shared their plans to go to the coast tomorrow. They would be getting home late but the perfect Stan of War II was waiting to be bought.  Before after dinner clean up Stan cleared his throat.

“Okay before we head off for the night we got something to ask you two. Which dinner did you like better?”

Their judges pondered for a moment.

“I liked tonight’s the best. Love me some steak,” Soos said.

“I actually liked last night’s dinner better. Not that tonight wasn’t delicious as well.”

Ford chuckled, “Perhaps we needed a third judge.”

“Meh doesn’t matter. Got you to do what I wanted so I’ll call that a win.”

Ford shot him a confused look. “Was this a...what exactly was your goal here?”

“To get ya to eat a real damn meal.”

“Oh.”

Soos and his abuelita quietly left the kitchen although Stan was certain they were still listening.

“Look I know I don’t eat that well but living off alien pills and coffee can’t be much better for ya. Besides I’ve learned to be a pretty good cook. ‘Bout the only thing I’ve gotten good at. You’re going to be doin’ all the science stuff on this trip the least I can do it cook shit but that doesn’t help if ya don’t eat.” Stan stood and began aggressively scrubbing at the dishes.

“Stan you’re not just along to be the cook or to be some sort of help. I want to go on an adventure with my brother. We could go anywhere really as long as we’re having fun.”

The old man turned “Can that include a warm place or two? Maybe pick up some babes?”

“I will schedule babes into the itinerary. With three...or at least one square meal a day.”

Stan barked out a laugh, “Only one?”

“I’m trying to be realistic.”

The next night the boys got home very late but with a new boat to make their own in tow. Stan had planned on just hitting the hey when they got in but the twins were met with the most heavenly smell when they opened the door. They found Soos in the den already in a food coma and his abuelita setting out two plates with some of the most mouth watering food they had ever seen. Beef tamales with a slight bit of steam rising off of them and cilantro rice.

“You were so nice to cook dinner the past two nights I figured it was my turn.” She chirped happily.

Ford and Stan dug in and Stan was pretty sure he ascended to heaven for a moment. Everything was melt in your mouth good. He looked his twin in the eye.

“She wins.” They said at the same time.

[cedricssmile]

sudden death - andrew cody

summary: there is finally a spur of quite time within the Cody family and all Andrew wants to do is spend time with y/n. everything has been tense since the Lucy drama, y/n would never be able to forgive her for taking Pope away from her and her family.  y/n and Pope enjoy there down time together as much as they can, before more drama starts to boil. pairing: Andrew ‘pope’ Cody x Fem!Reader    warnings: swearing, mentions of blood? I think, FLUFF, gun violence word count: 2850 requested?: No this is one of my originals 

[ PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF MY WORK ] It’s a long one kids, so fasten ur seatbelts, probably will be a two part series  ( MY GIF ) 

“How do we even know that she is even telling the truth for god sake.” y/n said slightly moving her hands up and down before placing them on her hips.  “I told you she wouldn’t take no for an answer.” J said as he slightly moved into the middle of the circle that they were standing in.  “We don’t even know if Lucy took it-.”  “Yah, we do.” Pope said cutting off Deran as he spoke.  “Who knows what Marco told her, to get her to stop hurting her man.” Deran said finishing off of his sentence, slightly shaking his head as he did. “ It ain’t right.” Craig said as he shook his own head at the situation. “It’s not right.” Craig said again “We wouldn't be standing here if Lucy didn’t take that money, okay. Smurf decied that she was going to do this the moment we said no.” J explained to his uncles and y/n. y/n stood there next to Deran she had a stern look on her face she was ready to kill Lucy, the two of them never got on at all. There was really no reason for it the two just didn’t like each other end of story.  y/n looked at Craig then she looked over to Pope the shared a small smile towards each other before Deran started talking again. “I’m not gonna start a war with some cartel bitch who smuggles drugs and people for a living.” “We can still walk away from this.”  “he’s right, just let Smurf deal with this.” y/n said to the Cody boys,  “No, Lucy gonna think it was all of us no matter what.”  Pope said as he shook his head “Smurf knows it.” Pope said again as he looked up at the old abandoned building that they were all outside of, Deran and Y/n coped his actions slightly.  “Godamit.”  “I guess let’s go back up there and tell her how it’s gonna go down.” y/n said and all of the Cody boys nodded their heads slightly at the girl.  “y/n.” she turned her head to see Pope standing back watching his brothers and nephew go back inside,  “yeh? what’s up?” she said walking towards her partner.  “No matter what happens today, you stay safe and clear. I can’t have anything happen to you, not again.” he said then pulled the woman in for a tight hug.  “You can’t talk hun, you do stupid shit all the time.” y/n said to Pope with a laugh and he slightly laughed back.  ** “One black suburban, three guy’s.” y/n said as she read out the text message from J.  “You wait with Marco. You two open the front door when they get here. I’ll bring them in.” Pope instructed and they all listened to the eldest Cody sibling.  “Pope. I love you.” y/n softly said Andrew before quickly pressing a kiss to the his lips, she felt him kiss back and she smiled. “Love you too.” Pope said back an y/n chased after Deran as they waited for the others arrivals.  “Open up.” y/n said to Deran they both grabbed a side of the door each and allowed the cars to come through into the warehouse. Pope gestured to J to park on the left, and Lucy on the right whilst Deran and y/n made their way back around to everyone.  “Where is he.” was the first thing that Lucy said to Smurf. “Where are my things?’ Smurf asked the young girl ignoring her question all together. Lucy turned to her men, speaking Spanish to them. One of her men open up the boot to Lucy’s  car  “Craig.” Smurf called out to her son, as soon as he heard his name he walked out with a beaten and gaged Marco, Lucy had hatred in her eye’s she wanted to kill Smurf for taking her brother. Smurf strutted over to the black Suburban, y/n followed her. They both looked through the cases together. “it’s not all here.” y/n whispered to Smurf, Smurf was angry. “Where’s the rest of it?” y/n asked the Latina woman.   “You wanted what I took, there it is.” Lucy said back to y/n  “Where's the cash?” Smurf asked  Lucy sighed before talking. “Why don’t you ask you’re sons Janine? “ After Lucy said that y/n turned her gaze to Pope he felt her gaze on him but he didn’t look at his girlfriend.   “Baz gave them their cut before you got him killed.” Lucy spat with venom laced in her words. “Did you expect me to fence it foe you?” Lucy asked again.   “Are we doing this or not?” Lucy asked the older woman “Just take it Smurf.” Pope said to his mother, Smurf looked over to Craig and she nodded her head to give Marco back to his sister, Craig threw the man to one of the Mexican men that came along with Lucy.  “Put everything in the truck.” Smurf instructed Pope and Craig made their way over to the Black Suburban and took two cases out each and put them in the back of J’s truck.  Marco spat the gag out from his mouth angrily,   You think this shit's over, huh?!  I'm gonna blast all you  - punk asses tomorrow, watch!-”  “Shut up Marco!” Lucy yelled to her younger brother,  “Sicko bitch!” he yelled out to Smurf as he got the tape from his wrists cut off.  “Shut up!” Pope yelled to Marco.  That was when Marco grabbed the handgun from the Mexican's and started to shoot at the Cody family.  “Shit!”  y/n yelled as she grabbed the handgun from the back of her pants, she quickly took the safety off of it and started to shoot at the men.  “Y/n!”  Y/n heard Pope call out her name but she was unable to get to him into time, before she tried to rush towards Andrew, one of the Mexican men shot at Y/n and hit her in the front side of her right thigh.   , “Shit, one of them got y/n!” Deran yelled out, y/n leaned up on the side of the car trying to hide herself from everything. Not only was Deran to protect himself he was trying to keep his friend, his family member protected from being hurt again.  “Stay down!’ Craig yelled out to his family members, they all listened.  “Go, go, go!.” The tires of the black suburban squealed along the ground of the warehouse as they fled from the scene. “Come on.” Deran said as he helped y/n “Shit.” Craig as soo as he saw the sight of y/n and the blood rushing out of her leg. “You hit?” Deran asked everyone and they all shook their head with a no besides y/n. “I hit Marco man.” Craig said with a stressful tone. | Y/n looked around the empty room, where was Pope?’  “Pope, where is he?” y/n said loudly.  “Where the hell is he!” y/n yelled again, by now she had war, tears running down her face, Deran pulled his friend in closer towards his shoulder. Y/n couldn’t lose Andrew, not again. *  “Why Pope? Why would they take him?” y/n said to Deran as they walked into Smurf’s house, “Payback.” was the only thing that he said back to the girl. As soon as they got into the house y/n was quick to go to her room, she a was a nurse so she knew how to fix herself up.  She was able to get the slug out of her thigh with no other problems.  “We can’t go to Mexico and take on Lucy’s men.” y/n heard Deran say to his brother. “We don’t have the firepower, we don’t have the numbers.” Deran stated.  y/n walked into the kitchen limping standing next to Deran  “Why couldn’t you just listen to us in the first place Smurf?” y/n said to Smurf after Deran stopped talking.  “Pope is gone man!” Deran yelled,  “  Is that how you'd do me?  Just sit here with your thumb up your ass  while I'm getting my ears hacked off?!” Craig exclaimed.  “ Stop. We're gonna get him back,  but we need to keep our heads and think it through.” Y/n scoffed at Smurf for what she had to say.  “Why didn’t you just listen to us in the first place! Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Y/n exclaimed again.  “Oh, think it through?  Is that what you did when you went behind our backs  and took Marco in the first place?” Craig exclaimed  “I did what was best for the family, and you know it.” Smurf stated.  “Oh yeah, I bet you did.”  “Bullshit Smurf this is about you, you did this shit for you.” Deran said through gritted teeth. y/n was quick to place a hand around Deran’s shoulder slightly,  “If we’d let Lucy steal from us, we would be finished.”  “Finished! none of us wanted to do this in the first place! Not Craig, Not me! Not Pope. I mean god Y/n hell, Y/n go shot! If Pope is dead this is on you Smurf! On you!” Deran said to his mother, “You really messed up this time Smurf. Like he said if he’s dead this is on you.”  “And you, you knew those gangbangers, yeah you think I didn’t, but I saw it. And since you've gotten here, Cath’s gone missing, Baz is dead and now this!”  “Back off, back off of him.” Deran said trying to push his brother away.  “Wait, you expect me to believe he had nothing to do with this?” Craig exclaimed  “This isn't the time for this right now! -” Deran tried to intervein “What, you're taking his side?!” Craig just spoke over his brother ignoring his words.  “Enough, I’m the one who took Marco, no one wanted it to go like this. All that matters is Pope.”  J had a stare of hatred upon to his uncle, “J go and get the suitcases from the truck.” Smurf instructed to the young boy and he listened leaving the kitchen in a hurry.  Y/n moved over to where Deran and Craig were and hugged them both. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay.” Deran said to his older brother.  **  The four adults sat in the living room of Smurfs house, y/n sat on the lounge with her leg slightly levitated as she smoked the cigarette in her hand.  “I know I shouldn’t say this but I think Pope knew more than what we do.” y/n stated, the three Cody boys all looked at each other before J spoke.  “How so.” “That’s the only explanation J, why else would she take Pope?” J didn’t respond he just sat there staring at the girl.  “I’m going to meet Lucy now.” Smurf said to the young adults that sat in her living room. Deran placed his hand on the girl’s leg, comforting her in a way.  “Alone.” Smurf continued on to what she had to say.  “Is Pope alive?” Deran asked after he rubbed his hands stressfully over his face  “I don’t know.” Smurf said looking away from her children, y/n knew she was telling the truth and that made their tears start to well up in her eye’s again slightly.  “Well we’re coming with you.” Craig stated to his mother, his words were shaky as he spoke. “No.”  “That’s bullshit.”  “Y-You can’t go alone Smurf. It’s too dangerous.” J said looking at his grandmother. “Lucy has the upper hand right now, these are her terms.”  “Since when have you cared about that before?” Craig asked  “Marco is dead.” Everyone looked at each other, Y/n looked Craig in the eye’s he didn’t mean to kill Marco, he was his friend.  “Shit.” y/n said under her breath as she took another hit from her cigarette.  Smurf walked away leaving the four adults to themselves.  “Fuck sake.” y/n said as she wiped the tear away from her face.  “If he is dead, I’ll kill her myself. And that’s a promise.” Y/n said, then standing up from the lounge she put out her smoke in the ash tray on the coffee table than went outside to the garage.  * Y/n stood in the shower, she let the hot water run down her body as she tried to wash away all of the stress and failure away from her body. Turning off the water she stood there for a moment thinking to herself, why Pope why would she do this to her and her family.  Y/n stood out of the shower grabbing a towel and dried herself off before putting on a clean change of clothes.  “Smurf’s back.” Craig said as he opened the door to the bathroom, y/n looked at herself in the mirror slightly. “You look fine, let’s go hun.”  Craig reached his hand out of for y/n to take and she took it gratefully.  the four adults walked out of the house and into the backyard, she looked up at Craig and he smiled down at the girl, he knew how much they meant to each other, he appreciated how much she has helped. his brother.   When she saw Pope get out of the car the real tears started to fall down her face. He started to walk closer to his family, y/n slightly pushed the other boys out of the way and rushed towards Pope.  “I thought I lost you.” y/n said to Pope as she hugged him, he wrapped his arms around y/n’s body closer to his, he would feel the tears falling onto his shirt as he hugged her.  “It’s okay.” Pope said as he rested his head in the crook of her neck. “Go and say hi to your brothers, they’re worried sick about you.” y/n said slightly pushing Pope away from her body, he kissed the top of y/n’s head before walking over to his brothers and J. Y/n looked over to where Smurf’s car was she was still sitting in it by herself, y/n looked at Smurf with hatred in her eye’s. Y/n would never be able to forgive Smurf for allowing this to happen all y/n did was shake her head at the older woman before following the Cody men into the house.  *  Y/n allowed Pope to shower by himself, she had the covers over her has she layed in her bed there was a slight smile on her face as she layed there by herself. Y/n looked out the window and looked at how bright the moon was that night, it was a sense of calmness for her,  “You still awake?” Pope asked as he entered y/n’s room.  “Just.” She said turning around to lay on her back. Pope only had his grey sweatpants on, his body still slightly damp from the shower before hand.   Pope threw the towel that he was drying his hair with on the chair next to him before climbing onto the bed to hover over y/n, y/n moved one of her legs out from underneath the covers to wrap around Pope’s leg to nudge him closer to her body, that made Andrew lean down onto y/n more, not knowing that she had the gun wound on her leg.  “Shit, Andrew. Be careful.” y/n hissed at her partner.  “What?!” “I got shot today.” y/n said keeping her eye’s away from Andrew’s, Andrew moved off of y/n pulling the blanket off of her body slowly he was exposed to the bandage going around her right thigh, “Shit.” Pope said to himself as he looked at the bandage around thigh, it was slightly bloody from when y/n put it on her leg hours before hand.  “I-I’m so sorry y/n.”  “It’s not your fault I got slugged Andrew, I was just in the wrong place wrong time.” he didn’t answer all he did was shake his head slightly before carefully climbing above y/n again.  “I love you.” Andrew said before resting his forehead against y/n’s, their noses rubbed against each other before Andrew closed the distance and kissed y/n directly on the lips, “I am just so glad that the didn’t take you away from m Andrew.” y/n said placing a hand on his face, her index finger slowly tracing over the freckles on his cheek.  “I couldn’t lose you, not again.” she said then kissed the palm of his hand, he smiled down at her with all the joy in the world.  Hours later Smurf came by y/n’s room to come an talk to her, when opened the door she saw her eldest with his arms wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n was pretending to sleep and waited for the woman to leave.  “I know you’re awake y/n, I just wanted to say sorry.” Smurf said then left the two to themselves.  *  At three AM that night she took Craig’s bike from the garage and drove away from the Cody household.  She was going to kill Lucy for what she did to her boyfriend, Baz, her friends an family. There was only two ways of how this could go either y/n kills Lucy, or Lucy kills y/n, there is only one way out of it and it is sudden death..

[yamithediaperdork]

Under Lock and Key (OC story)

Key giggled happily and semi skipped on his way home from school. it was a warm summer day and school was O-V-E-R and the 18 year old was ready to parrrrrty! His parents were going out of town on a extended cruise (in fact they had left during his school day, he'd said bye to them this morning) so he was gonna rock out with his cock out all night long! Little did he know however his parents, fully aware of his plans had contracted Key's bestie, a 19 year old who had graduated at 17 and was paying him quite well to keep a eye on their little guy.

getting up to the house Key was singing the winx club theme softly and went to put his key in the lock..when the door swung open and there was mark. "Surprise fucker!" Mark said and grinned and before Key could stop him he was lifted up in big strong arms and hugged tight. "Gahhhh Markkk!" Key groaned "What are you doing here? and how did you get in?" Key asked, still dangling in the air "Simple~ your folks didn't trust their " and mark switched to a baby talk tone "Dawing baby boi ta be all awone in da big swacy house~" key huffed at that and then wiggled, helpless as mark carried him inside and then let key plop to the floor while kicking the door shut. "Ah come on, they should know I don't need a baby sitter!" Key huffed, crossing his arms while on his butt, then he snapped a finger. "waittttt a second! you took this job so I wouldn't get a boring babysitter and it's just gonna be us hanging out and-" "Yeahhhh no. I'm taking this job seriously buddy." "Awww come on." "No buts I'm to enforce all your parents rules and their punishments..soo..unless you want me to smack your ass." mark said and rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. ""wait..not..uh..all all their rules and punishments..right.." Key said suddenly. blushing.

See.. Key was recently having trouble with bed wetting..to the point where he now wore diapers to bed at night. (it was why he hadn't slept over or had anyone sleep over in awhile) He also had been getting a little lazy.. and might of.. gone ..you know..in his diapers instead of going to the bathroom. His parents were understanding about the wetting.. but doing that... they had added a rule. if he had a stinky diaper in the morning then as soon as he got home from school he was in diapers all after/evening. no exceptions. and if it happened on a non school day.. diapers all day long.

"Yeah Buddy..I know all the rules. so.. you kinda need to come with me." "Hold it hang on hang on hang on! Look that's for when I'm lazy OK." key said, holding his hands out in front of him now and bootie scooting backwards till he hit a wall, smiling nervously. mark was walking towards him with a semi smirk. "Yeah and you-" "that was totally a accident! See, we had some Mexican last night and you KNOW what that does to me, and I migtttta gotten into some of dad's liquor so see it wasn't me being lazy it just was-" "you were passed out after getting into the booze..so now I have to spank you first." "...WHAT!? What do you mean you have to spank me!?" "It's in the rules buddy..if I catch you drinking or here about it it's a trip over my lap."  Mark said and shrugged. "but..I wouldn't of told you if I knew that! can't I get a mulligan!?" "Nope. Now.. you gonna come upstairs like a good boy and take your licking or do I have to carry you over my shoulder and swat your bubble butt every step of the way?" "...This whomps." Key sulked

Key got up and stomped up the stair and Mark fought the urge to laugh, there was just no way around it.. Key looked like a big toddler having a fit. getting to the second floor Key went into the guest room.. or as it was known now..the punishment room. He had his own room for having his friends over and doing homework in. and it had all the things you'd expect for a teen aged boy. But the room he was sleeping in more often then not was a over sized nursery with old action figures and plushies..cartoon posters on the walls and a changing table and crib. "...Holy shit dude." mark said, looking the room over. "Right!? My parents are psychos!" "nah, this shows they must love you a LOT to go though all the effort to punish you like this." Mark said and went over to the closet and Key whimpered. "Hehe.. sailor outfit..over alls..rompers..and..Wait really?" Mark asked and held out a baby dress that would be any little girls dream outfit.. making Key whimpered. "I-I've only wore that once, after saying girls were stupid!" Key whined and looked ready to cry. "I Seeeee." Mark said and put the dress back. "Alright, Strip." "Mark you could just TELL them you spanked me, I'll totally wear the diapers alright?" Key trying to bargain, putting his hands together "no way Jose. now strip." mark said and came over. Key whimpered and whined and then slooooowwwly tugged his shirt off.. then his shorts. he was standing there in dinosaur print undies that looked a little funny and mark tilted his head trying to figure out why "W-What? there my special dino briefs.." Key whined. "uh-huh.. turn around." Mark said. "whatever." key said and did just that, then feeling impish wiggled his bootie. "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" he said. Mark..oddly bent down and then told key to wiggle his butt again. "What are you, the butt whisperer?" Key giggled but did so.. and Mark caught it.. a faint crinkle "..you know your wearing training pants right?" "W-What? NO! these are just like, special lucky undies that make sure I don't get pee stains on..my..short.." Key said, indigent until it slowly clicked in to place and then he turned BRIGHT red and looked down. I-I'm in training undies!?" "But..but..I'ma big boy.." Key whined and looked up at mark. 'yeah a big boy in training pants and in a nursery' was what mark thought. "Maybe they just wanted to be sure, or they knew you were too busy for the  follow up jingle when using a urinal?" Mark lied. "Y-yeah that HAS to be it." Key said and smiled. "Now in, you kinda need to tug those down too Key." mark said. "Why? you said you were gonna spank me." "Yeahhhh..I spank bare bottom." "B-but daddy also lets me leave these on!!" "Well I'm not your daddy am I?"

Key was whimpering big time as he tugged his undies down, and mark noticed there was crack and pee pee stains in the back and front of them.. and that key was totally hairless down there. "late bloomer?" Mark asked. "M-Mommy said I'll get diapie rash if I kept my pubes.." "I see~" Mark said and took key's hand, leading him over to a stool that was by the corner of the room, and had "The spanking stool" on the wall over it. next to the stool was a hair brush, a paddle and a belt. "since it's your first time for a bare bottom spanking, I'll just use my hand.. but if we end up back over here.." and Mark let the threat hang in the air.. and regretted making it a second later as a squirt of piddle came out of Key and hit the floor. "S-Sorry!" "-sigh- it's OK. I should of asked if you need the potty." Mark said  "Key, do you need to potty?" Key nodded and then to marks surprise went to anther closet he hadn't noticed and took out a big (well key sized) duck potty! with handles and everything. "I know mommy and daddy told you bout dis.." he whimpered, not knowing that in fact they hadn't and key could of used the big boy potty! wisely Mark kept that to himself. "that's right. your a good boy Key." "Do I hafa sing the potty song though?" "....Yes. Yes you do." getting over the duck and holding on, and making sure his wiener was pointing down.. Key closed his eyes and then taking a deep breath... "This is how we potty QUACK QUACK! With wiener QUACK QUACK! and bum QUACK QUACK fill Mr duck up QUACK QUACK!" key sang and a weak steam started from his wiener, he looped the song and kept going, the stream getting stronger and then a poot escaped from him and his voice broke.. but he kept going, grunting now. "This is how -uggggh- we potty QUACK QUACK! With wiener -grrrrunt- QUACK QUACK! and bum QUACK -GRUNT- QUACK fill Mr duck up QUACK QUACK!" this time he was followed by not only hiss of his pee pee but by toots nd plops and his whole body was red as he finished, and the room had a slight smell to it After about a good ten minutes of this Key stopped and slowly opened his eyes. "I..I'm done.." he said in a small voice. "OK." Mark said. Key waited by the potty and mark realized with a grin what he was waiting for and grabbed the wipes and came over. "P-Please don't tell anyone about this." he mewed. and mark noticed as he wiped Key's ass crack key was throbbing and hard

Key noticed him staring and whined. "please don't lock it up! I just got out of chastity! I haven't had my week of wanking yet!" he whined. "well as long as you control yourself I don't see a need to lock it up." Mark said with a smirk and then slipped a finger, wrapped by a wipe into key's  keyhole, noting how loose it felt. "G-Gah!" "Key.. you're AWFULLY lose back here.. but you say you were locked up.." Mark said. "I was! you can ask my parents!" Key whined, his Dickie leaking like CRAZY now and he was fighting not to spurt. "I think you were sticking things up your bum to still masturbate." Mark said.He had NO clue if he was right or not.. or didn't till the super guilty look came over Key's face. "I think little boys who cheat don't get their wanking week." "but..but..you don't understand! it's 'pose to be 2 weeks in then two weeks out but last time Daddy lost the key and we had to wait for the company to sent a replacement! then daddy found the key after! I was locked up for a month!!!!" "Well when you put it that way." Mark said and Key smiled. "I'll just lock it up, I won't spank you for cheating or tell your parents." Cue a howl from Key and mark finished getting him wiped down and then used a bag of ice in a refrigerated area of the changing table to calm key's wiener and balls down then got him locked up in a pretty pink device.. "i'll let you out in two weeks, promise. even if I have to call a locksmith." mark promised and Key was sobbing tons without a spanking.. his poor balls! he should of jerked off at school like he'd been tempted to do but he had wanted to save it for home.. thinking he'd do it in his parents room as a fuck you to them. Now he'd have -6 weeks- of boy milk build up! he'd die!! Of course he had fucked his ass with the hair brush but he'd been barley able to orgasm with it, it more make him leak out.. and now..

Seeing how upset he was, Mark sighed and decided he was JUST too nice.. and tugged key back as he headed for the spanking stool and put him on the changing table. "I'll spank you tomorrow. for now lets get you in diapies and then a nap OK?" Handing Key a stuffed dog, the 16 year old cuddled it with one arm and then pointed to a jar of pacifier. "you want a sucky?" "D-Daddy and mommy say Lil boys have germy hands.." Mark chuckled and got out a yellow and blue one and started to tent his pants as he watched how eagerly key suckled on it. taking out three thick paw patrol print diapers mark got lots of baby powder and lotion on key, semi getting him worked up again and his nipples got SO stiff, and he was suckling in a suggestive manner now.. then he was taped up and Mark lifted him up, setting him on his hip and key wrapped his legs and a arm around mark, hugging his stuffie and nuzzling into marks chest. Mark headed for the crib and Key whined a little, but didn't remove his paci. "Do you not wanna take a nap in your crib?" Mark asked, and Key shook his head no. "do you wanna take it in your big boy room?" Mark asked, and again no. "do you wanna take I downstairs in the living room with me while I watch TV?" rapid nod. "well your not suppose to.. but this has been a tiring day.. so just this Once." Mark said and kissed key's forehead.. and key nuzzled into him smiling behind his paci,. Heading down the steps Mark pulled out the sofa into a bed and made it up.. having key sit on the floor in just his diapers, a Lil paranoid as Mark refused to close the curtains. (what key didn't know was the window was treated today so it was one way..) with the bed made up mark got key in there, then climbed in as well and Key was instantly nuzzling into him. "so does it matter what I put on?" Mark asked, but key was already asleep, head on mark's chest, and semi humping mark's leg in his sleep. "That's almost too adorable." mark chuckled and let the Lil guy have his fun.

The end

[winsmoke]

i have a uniform that i wear but it's really casual and i can wear jewelry and stuff. i can even dye my hair because no one ever sees me other than my coworkers haha. hopefully i can dye it purple soon;; i think it just depends on what job you end up in, honestly. lol gee i sure wish my coworkers were that cute and lovable. they're cool, tho. ewewew high school boys nasty;;

haha you should do whatever makes you happy;; when i say video games i mean like. animal crossing, pokemon. there are people who play call of duty and people who play cooking mama and i'm over here with cooking mama, you know? but i also spend tons of money on food and omg. i love art so much. like its a part of my identity i lost because i got discouraged and unhappy with everything i made ;-;

and it's okay;; lol i honestly can't give her that much advice other than to communicate with him and figure out what she likes? like it's not that simple but she has never even explored her sexuality so i think she kind of threw herself into it;; honestly i think it's normal to go into these things without planning, tho. alot of people go through really sad or difficult relationships before they find someone good. i honestly won't find someone any time soon because i'm too scared of all the bad stuff haha. but it's okay, i'm busy anyway lol

this is so long i'm sorry ;-;

I’m getting my hair dyed pink on Feb 24th!!!! (lil 21st present for myself hehe) What color is it now?? Imma be working for the US government most likely 🤡 🤡 but out of the country hopefully so its gonna be those hillary suits for me 🤧 yes thats why I left the job. 

Haha I’m definitely doing neither, I was a bomb ass bitch on candy crush, subway surfer, and maze runner as a middle schooler tho 😅 what’s your favorite type of food?? now that I’m in the south theres a drought. i miss authentic chinese food a lot but also mexican and somalian are close seconds. what art forms do you practice? I do calligraphy, make books (like the cardboard), and collaging! I'm really critical of my art too but I always tell myself I’m not a pro nor making an income off of it so it’s just something I do here and there. I hope you regain your affinity for it again

I definitely dive head first into things without thinking too much soo... but that’s sweet of you to help your friend through it! definitely, tbh i kinna have a guy waiting on me and he’s definitely amazing but it’s just not the right time. like now that im of sane of mind the prospect of a relationship is just meh. don’t be scared! tbh guys are more scared and insecure than girls are and usually their better at hiding it (if you swing that way) bro same theres no time for dick in a pandemic ahahaha. no i love your messages so much hehehe ❤️