#I just wanted to express my sadness a little bit

[ssour-apathyy]

✧˚ · . mechanic!vi x streetracer!reader headcannons

a/n; this is actually probably really bad but i've been stuck at work with nothing to do except think about Vi, so. is this even headcannons? is this a drabble? WHO KNOWS, because it's not me

𖤐 the second you pulled up to her shop ranting and raving about the blown head gasket on your E30 M3, talking like a mechanic yourself, she was rendered speechless

𖤐 she's so used to pretty girls arriving who are the clueless "can i get premium air?🥺" types that she has to pinch herself to make sure this isn't a dream

𖤐 it took you waving your hand in front of her face with a raised eyebrow for her to snap back to reality, clearing her throat with a light dusting of pink on her cheeks as she takes a closer look

𖤐 the poor girl almost passed out when you said that you were considering swapping the engine for an M20 anyway

𖤐 you guys had stood and discussed the engine swap for a full hour, poking around the engine bay to make sure that everything was compatible, before she had convinced you that you absolutely have to turbocharge it. it would be a crime not to

𖤐 since Vi gets parts at a cheaper price than retail, it would have been rude of her not to offer to get everything delivered to her shop for you. that was definitely the reason. not because she wanted to see more of you your car

𖤐 so after she closed the shop, you stayed for a bit. both of you huddled in front of the computer monitor, browsing for upgrades that would work with your setup. she even found a second hand engine not far, haggled the price down AND took you to collect it in her pickup. isn't she sweet?

𖤐 you kept coming back day after day to work on the car, and Vi found herself getting distracted by the sight of you stripping and re-building the engine. so much so, that she put a pause on accepting new customers just so she could give you a hand

𖤐 the two of you had settled into a routine, spending the majority of the day working on the car and flirting up an absolute storm with each other, getting takeout in the evening (you took turns in choosing), before bidding each other goodnight

𖤐 she actually found herself disappointed when the build was finished, and maybe she considered sabotaging something just so you would stay longer (sue her)

𖤐 she tried to refuse payment from you, but it took just one expression of 'absolutely the fuck not' before she settled on just charging the cost of the parts

𖤐 "well, speed racer, you ever blow up another engine, you know where to find me" she had said once you had everything ready to leave, and she couldn't even hide the sadness in her voice behind the thin layer of teasing

𖤐 and she swears that she actually died for a moment when you reply with "sure. or i could come back at, say, 7 tomorrow and we can go get actual dinner somewhere nice? my treat"

𖤐 and if she did a little happy dance after the dust left by your wheels had settled, it's nobody's fucking business

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Nightly activities

Genre: Smut, (slight gang au)

Pairing: Bang Chan x (f) reader

Word Count: 1319

Warnings: Cunnilingus, nipple play, nipple piercings, blow job, using condoms (cause safety first), after care

Authors note: maybe I'll make it in some kind of universe with the other members as well ;)

Date: 15 February 2025

I turned off the water and walked out of the shower, grabbing a towel for my hair and wrapping it up before taking a second bigger one to dry myself. This whole situation is just weird: once a poor person, now living in a luxury mansion under the protection of Stray Kids.  

Putting on my panties and a shirt and for my dignity a bathrobe. It was 2 pm, and all of them were most likely asleep, but I didn’t want to risk anything.  I want some water and a small snack. The door softly opened as I sneaked out of it, I didn’t want to alarm any of the others. The kitchen was pretty much on the other side of the building, but still a few slept on this side.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a small snack and some water. Once I had everything I turned around and got scared as Chan just stood there, watching me like a hawk. Chan smirked as he noticed my scared expression before walking to me, easily lifting me up on the counter. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” His hands stroking my thighs all while staying quiet, slowly revealing more and more of them all while looking at my face. I felt my face burning up, why was he so hot? Chan’s hands stopped at the panties with a small smirk before slowly pulling at them before going for a kiss. While I was shocked at first, I quickly collected myself and started kissing him back. It was something new, all the men before him were so quick so eager, and only cared for themselves. By now many of them would have put their dicks inside and were going at it like a wild animal. But not Chan, he was going slow, lifting me slightly to get rid of my panties, and just kept on stroking my thighs. 

“You’re such a pretty little thing.” He whispered in my ear before going down to my core. “I want to taste you.” He said looking up at me, wanting confirmation, so I nod my head. Chan smiled before kissing my inner thighs, slowly going toward the core. My head fell back at the sensation of his lips on my clit, then something more wet, his tongue. The sudden feeling made my hands go to his hair, pulling at it. It felt so god damm good. His hands still stroking my body before going down too, rubbing my clit while with the other hand, he pushed a finger in. No one has ever done this before. It felt sad when Chan suddenly stopped and moved up again towards my face before kissing me again, tasting myself on him. “I want you, sweetheart, I need you, but not here.” 

Chan lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as we descended into the long hallway to his room. Once in his room, he threw me on the bed. His room had a red hue due to some decorative lights on the wall. Chan turned back and undid my robe. I move up to my knees to undo his button-up shirt. Chan just stroked my arms while I did that. I helped him get rid of his shirt before he took a step away from the bed to get off his shoes and pants, I decided to take off my shirt at that moment before looking at Chan. His body looked like a god, it made me excited. I wanted him too. Chan smirked again before crawling onto the bed, attacking my neck. Nipping, biting and nipping at it, claiming me as his. 

Chan moved his mouth down towards my breasts. “Oh baby, those piercings look so good on you.” He purred as he started stroking my nipple and moved his mouth the other one to lick it. “You like that baby,” I whined out a yes before Chan quickly stopped and grabbed my arms.

Chan pinned my wrists, while his other hand was shoved in between my legs. Stroking a bit before pushing one of his fingers inside of me. I bite back and moan at the feeling. Chan moved closer and started running his tongue over my lips before pushing inside of me. We swirled our tongues before pausing, barely touching each other's lips to get some air. “Chan… please.” I cried out. Chan just smiled and pulled his fingers out. “Suck.” Chan held out his fingers to my mouth and I started sucking them clean. “Good girl.” Once Chan was satisfied enough he pulled them out and I quickly got of the bed towards the edge, making Chan follow in slight confusion. 

I sank on my knees in front of Chan who sat at the end of the bed. I started stroking Chan before my swollen lips went around his cock. I hollowed my cheeks around him as I started sucking him, even playing with his ball for more pleasure. Chan growled slightly and grabbed my hair to get more control. All that made me look up at him. Chan looked at me with hazy eyes, even smirking a bit. He then started fucking my mouth to get to his release. “Oh, god, yes.” He choked out before cumming in my mouth. Chan pulled out as smiled as he noticed my lips had darkened and was both wet with saliva and his cum. 

Chan moved to his nightstand and grabbed a condom out of it. Chan ripped the package open and rolled it around his cock. I in the meantime got on the bed again, waiting for Chan to move towards me. Chan crawled towards me and started kissing me. I moaned at the feeling of him entering me, holding onto Chan. “God fuck, you’re so wet.” his lips brushed against my ears, before ghosting over my neck and started with a slow pace. “Faster,” I begged. Chan shoved his hips a bit harder against mine and started picking up his pace. My hands have found his back and hair. One raking through his hair while running my fingers lightly over his shoulder blades. Chan nuzzled his nose in my neck while trying to keep his moans and groans quiet. 

The thrusting made me see stars. I started clawing at his back making Chan let out a breahily moan. “Baby… oh god, please you feel so good.” He loses the rhythm as his climax approaches, one of his hands moves to hold mine. Chan started rubbing my clit all while hitting that G-spot. I clenched around Chan's cock, making him leave out an animalistic growl and sloppy speeds up to thrust to his own release. The feeling of him continuing to thrust felt like bliss, making my back arch.  “Oh fuck, oh yes, there fuck.” Chan panted out before coming himself. While he rode out I felt my body going limp while trying to catch my breath.

Chan pulled out and collapsed next to me, both of us panting. A musky smell of sweat hanging in the air. He then moved to me and kisses my forehead before removing his condom and throwing it in the bin. I looked at Chan for a few seconds, seeing him leave into what I thought was the bathroom. I moved back to look at the ceiling before closing my eyes.

My eyes opened at the feeling of something wet between my legs and made me let out a shakingly moan. “Sorry baby.” Chan whispered as he cleaned me with a wet towel. I relaxed again at his words and seeing what he was doing. Chan smiled and threw the towel away and grabbed the duvet which had fallen of the bed and pulled it with him on the bed, covering us both with the blanket. I moved closer to Chan and he put his arms around me, holding me close. “I love you baby.”

[kkoga]

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Chapter 4 — Do I wanna know?

After successfully walking around for the past 27 minutes, you knew it was almost time.

''It's almost time.'' Sophia softly said, gently caressing your pinky with hers. You bit your lip.

Saying you wanted this to end was for some reason, a lie. You missed Sophia. Greatly. You had no idea why the two of you had drifted away all of a sudden, and now that you had seemingly filled the gap that separated the both of you, you had no intent to ever let go.

''Yeah, we should head back to the booth now. My friends are probably there.'' Sophia nodded, an unreadable expression on her face.

As the two of you walked back to the booth, a loud sound came from the speakers.

''Okay, okay, mic test mic test!'' Karina, a member of the school's band, was currently in the middle of the stage, along with the rest of her members.

''Alright, so today, we'll be closing the event off with a highly suggested song, Lover is a day by cuco!'' You noticed Sophia's eyes shine.

''Time's changed, we're different, but my mind still says redundant things, Can I not think?'' As Giselle sang into the mic, Sophia now had a somewhat bittersweet smile displayed on her pretty face.

'Will you love this part of me? My lover is, a day I can't forget'' It was weird. The both of you had just stopped. Neither of you moved from your position. The timer for your love lock had ring a long time ago.

''Furthering my distance from you. Realistically I can't leave now, But I'm okay as long as you, keep me from going crazy, keep me from going crazy'' You found Sophia's eyes. You've never really thought about how pretty her hazel brown eyes looked. Or how nice and glossy her lips were. You didn't think about how kissable her nose looked either.

As the lyrics kept going on, eventually, Sophia had faced you. She sent you a somewhat sad smile. Why was she sad? You didn't know. A tear welled up, her eyes now as glossy as her lips. You panicked. Why was she crying?

''Sophia?'' You pulled her in with a side hug, ''Are you okay? What's wrong?''

''No, no it's fine.'' Sophia pulled away, away from your comfort. Your eyes fell.

''I just— I have something to tell you, Y/n.'' Her tone was serious, but her voice cracked.

''Okay… I'm listening, Sophia.''

''You remember when you told me you had started dating Jay?'' You nodded as Sophia broke your eye contact.

''You were so happy. So excited. But you know how I felt?''

''Sophia…'' You thought she liked Jay. Did you unknowingly drive her away because you hadn't know she liked your ex?

''I felt angry. I felt sad, even though I had no right to. I can't control who you can and can't date. But a part of me just always wished it was me.'' Guilt clouded your mind as you clutched onto your shirt.

''You liked Jay? Sophia I'm so—'' She met your eyes once more, a tear falling down her cheek.

''No, Y/n.''

''Then why?''

''I liked you, you dumbass.''

You froze. Did Sophia just confess to you? Sophia let out a small giggle, not out of happiness, but out of sadness.

''I— I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold it in anymore.''

''Since when?''

It had been your idea, as most reckless things usually were.

"Come on, just this once," you had whispered, fingers wrapped around Sophia’s wrist, eyes alight with mischief. The classroom had felt like a cage, the teacher droning on about equations you didn’t care for, and Sophia—well, Sophia had been staring at the clock, her mind somewhere else.

"I don’t know, Y/n…" she had hesitated, chewing on her lip.

You had grinned. "Live a little, Laforteza."

And maybe that was what did it. Maybe that was why, after a long moment, she had let out a sigh, rolled her eyes, and let you pull her out the side door.

At first, it had felt freeing.

Skipping across the empty courtyard, giggling as if you’d just committed the world’s greatest heist, brushing shoulders as you whispered about nothing and everything.

Then, of course, the sky had decided to ruin it all.

Thunder rumbled above, and in the next instant, rain was coming down hard.

Sophia shrieked, instinctively grabbing your arm. "Are you kidding me?"

You, on the other hand, had just thrown your head back and laughed.

"You have the worst luck," she had groaned, trying and failing to shield herself with her hands.

"Our luck," you corrected, shaking your head like a wet dog and making her yelp as droplets flew her way.

Sophia had tried to glare at you, but it was difficult when she was completely drenched. Her white sneakers—once pristine—were now soaked through, darkened by the water.

"My shoes!" she gasped, lifting one foot in horror. "Y/n, my shoes—"

"Oh my God, they’re just shoes, Soph—"

"They were a birthday gift from my mom!" she huffed, stomping her foot—only for water to splash up onto both of you.

You had winced. "Okay, okay, I get it. My bad."

She was still pouting, hugging herself to keep warm, her hair dripping into her eyes. And then—just as a peace offering—you had sighed dramatically.

"Alright," you said, shaking your head with a lopsided grin. "One day, I’ll buy you new ones. Happy?"

Sophia had blinked, surprised by your sudden sincerity. "Promise?"

Without hesitation, you reached out, pinky extended. "Promise."

She had stared at your hand for a second before linking her pinky with yours, locking the deal in place.

And in that moment, something shifted.

The rain blurred everything around you—students peeking from classroom windows, teachers too distracted to notice you two standing in the middle of the storm. It felt like there was no one else, just you and her, drenched and shivering but laughing.

And for the first time, Sophia noticed you.

Not just as the reckless girl who pulled her into trouble. Not just as a friend who made skipping class feel like an adventure.

No—she noticed the way your eyes softened when you looked at her. The way you had made that promise without hesitation. The way your grin—so easy, so effortless—made her stomach flutter in a way that felt dangerous.

It was ridiculous, really. Falling for someone in the rain? That only happened in movies.

But standing there, with your pinkies still hooked and your laughter still ringing in her ears—

Sophia thought maybe, just maybe, she was in trouble.

And then—she smiled.

Not her usual polite, composed smile. Not the amused smirk she sometimes threw your way when you were being ridiculous. No, this was something softer, something quieter. Something that made your chest feel too small for your heart.

It was then that you realized: she looked beautiful in the rain.

And it was also then that you realized—

You could never have her.

Not in the way you wanted. Not in the way you sometimes imagined when your mind wandered a little too far, a little too deep.

Sophia was… well, she was Sophia. Good. Smart. Put-together. The kind of girl people dreamed about.

And you? You were just you.

The thought settled like a weight in your stomach, and as she shivered beside you, laughing through the downpour, you forced yourself to laugh with her— like nothing had changed.

''…really?''

''Really.''

''I'm sorry for confessing so suddenly Y/n but, it's been months since we've genuinely hung out. Months since I've started missing your touch, missing your voice, missing you.'' Sophia held your hands, clutching onto them like there was no tomorrow.

''I don't need an answer now, L/n. But I'll need one eventually.'' Sophia sent you a smile filled with pain, longing, and love.

By now, your school's band, Aespa, had started singing a different song.

''Do I wanna know? If this feelin' flows both ways?

Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay

Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made

For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day'' Karina effortlessly sang, the melody of her voice carried around the campus, thanks to all the speakers scattered about.

You couldn't bring yourself to answer. You desperately wanted to say yes— after all, you had only accepted Jay's confession on a whim, thinking it would maybe, somehow, in some way. help you move on from Sophia.

Sophia took your silence as a need for space. So she turned away, letting go of your hands in the process.

No, you were not about to lose the chance that perfectly presented itself to you— one you've unknowingly been waiting for a long time.

In a split second, you grabbed her hand, and pulled her closer to you.

''Do I wanna know? Too busy bein' yours to fall?'' Ninging clutched onto her mic, pouring her feelings into the song.

You held Sophia's cheek, staring at her with a gentle and hoping smile. As if asking for her permission. She sent you a smile, her way of saying yes.

''Sad to see you go, Ever thought of callin', darlin'?'' Winter sang, as she strung on her guitar cords with great precision.

You pulled Sophia in, with a gentle but needy kiss. Your lips moving against each other, trying to find a rhythm. Screams from your schoolmates could be heard all over, but neither of you noticed. You were in your own little bubble, as if it was only you and her in the world.

''Do I wanna know? Do you want me crawlin' back to you?'' Giselle finished, breathing heavy.

You both pulled away, in need of air. You stared at each other, speechless. You caressed her cheek, and looked at Sophia lovingly. She held your hand, and sent you back a stare as loving— if not more.

''I love you.'' You whispered— loud enough for her to hear, but not enough for others to hear. For they were words you wanted only Sophia to hear.

Tears once again, for the last time today, welled up. The gloss in her eyes enhancing her beauty. It was a sight to see.

''I love you too.'' She whispered back, as she leaned into your chest.

[binomech]

I keep thinking about the simplicity and kindness with which Severance treats grief, and death. That you can express your pain in a million different ways but ultimately, what it always amounts to is: This person was alive, and I loved them, and now they aren't, and I still love them. Love is the only thing pulling us forward, even as it forces us to look back.

There's a few quotes from the show under the cut. There's not much else to this post, just like there isn't much else to someone you love dying. It hurts, and you miss them. It will always hurt a little bit, and that's okay. That's what remembering does.

Ms. Casey about Mark Scout:

Your outie can parallel park in less than 20 seconds. Your outie can roller-skate with grace. Your outie pays all of his gas and electric bills within three business days. Your outie listens to music while shaving, but not while showering. Your outie prefers two scoops of ice cream in a serving, but they must be the same flavor. Your outie once captured a butterfly.

Mark Scout about Gemma:

My wife was extraordinary. My wife was allergic to nutmeg. And when she sneezed, she always sneezed twice. My wife liked other people's dogs. My wife thought cardigans looked ridiculous. I loved all these things about her... Equally.

Dylan and Irving about Burt:

Irving: The last time I was happy was when all I knew was MDR. When I was good at my job and not trying to be happy. I'm going to leave, Dylan. Dylan: It is not leaving. So stop fucking calling it that. I know, you want... I know... Just fucking try. Irving: You're a good friend, Dylan. (...) I wanted you to know before I left. Dylan: Okay. Well, you're not. You... No. Stop it. Stop it. Listen to me. Look, I'm sorry that outie Burt has a hot husband or whatever. But he is not the point. Innie Burt is the guy you fell for, and I know because I encouraged the courtship. Irving: I... I want it to be over. I want the pain to be over. If he's gone and I'm gone... Dylan: Stop saying that. Irving: ...then somehow, we'll be together. Dylan: He wouldn't want that. Irving: How do you know? Dylan: Because I don't want that. Because I would be sad, and I would be less productive, and I'm really good at what I do here, whatever it is. And you're part of what makes me good at it. So please, do not go. Irving: Dylan... I'm your favorite perk. Dylan: Don't bring them into this. All I'm saying is, if Burt was still here, he would be telling you to stick around and figure out what the fuck this is.

Felicia and Irving about Burt:

Irving: I can't... My God, he was... he was fearless! Felicia: I worked with Burt for six years. And I only ever saw him scared of one thing: He spent two hours on his hair the first time he went to visit you. Irving: Really? I should... I should show you something. I'd draw [one portrait of him] every day I couldn't see him. My numbers went down, but I didn't even care.

Dylan about Irving:

It's hard to pinpoint a favorite Irving story. For the least fun guy in the world, he was really fun. He put the "dick" in contradiction. One time, he was pissed at me for watering down the toner, so he put toner in my water cup. He stopped me before I drank it, though. He just wanted to make a point, not harm me physically. But I did accidentally take a sip of it later, 'cause I forgot he said that. He asked me for help with something near the end, and I didn't listen. And in his final moments, he would have been totally justified in telling me to suck my own fuck. But he didn't. He was awesome, and I miss him.

[dapandapod]

Rough day

Hello there my dears! It's been a minute! This little thing was … literally written 5 minutes ago on discord, then slapped to Ao3 because there are like 7 minutes left of today and it's Valentines day, oh yeah, happy valentines! And I wanted it. So yeah, please enjoy! <3 On Ao3 here

It had been a rough day. As rough days usually go, it wasn't too bad, no mortal wounds to worry about, just a light stabbing and a bit of slicing.

It stills hurts like all seven hells. Not that Geralt would willingly admit that, but staggering back to camp with a knife in the thigh and a cut along his ribs, it just sucks.

Now with the knife placed elsewhere, some Swallow swallowed down, as Jaskier so elegantly put it, and a nice bandadge around his chest, Geralt is feeling somewhat better. The stabs and cuts will heal within a day or two, the bruising tends to fade away, but the ache likes to linger.

The fire is cracking merrily in the middle of their little camp, the little firepit jut big enough to fit a pot on top of it, but it's doing its best to lighten the mood. Jaskier is not.

There is a tilt to his mouth that Geralt doesn't like, something that isn't a smile.

He is still kneeling in front of Geralt, helping with the awkward reach of the bandages behind his back. It's a bit worrying that he isn't saying anything, and the way Jaskier is looking at him makes Geralt want to squirm. Witchers doesn't squirm, though, so he doesn't.

"What?" Geralt asks when the silence drags on too long.

"I was just thinking..." Jaskier trails off, and Geralt has to bite his tongue not to snark, it doesn't seem like the right time. So he waits, somewhat patiently.

He is not used being watched like this. Or rather, he is not used to Jaskier watching him like this. Like he is being studied, as if Jaskier is looking for something, and Geralt is suddenly strangely worried of lacking.

"Do you know how hard it is to stay behind?" Jaskier asks, rising to stand on his knees so their faces is at level. Something in Geralt's chest clenches and unclenches at the same time.

"Yes, you want to see."

"No. Well, yes, but no."

Instead of responding, how do you even respond to that, Geralt lifts his eyebrows at Jaskier, and the bard makes the strangest expression. Fond but sad, tilting his head in that very puppy like way that always makes Geralt give in to what ever nonsense Jaskier is pitching next.

There is still blood on Jaskier's hands when he lifts it, fingers just brushing Geralt's chin, hesitating to see if he will be rebuffed.

Geralt is too taken aback to push him away, yes, that is what this feeling is.

"The worst part is never knowing if this is the time you won't come back. Or how hurt you will be when you do."

Geralt frowns at that, as Jaskier's finger carefully brush upward another inch. Jaskier's eyes are on the movement, there is something wistful in it that makes Geralt ache in a new way entirely.

"I know it's a hazard of the job for you, but... for me? I'm scared."

Jaskier's other hand lands on Geralt's knee to support himself, the touch a warm comfort on his uninjured leg.

"The day you don't come back, I honestly don't know what to do."

Jaskier's wandering finger reaches Geralt's cheekbone, traces along the scar that travels up and through his eyebrow, and Geralt has to close his eyes to the sensation.

It's so gentle it's more of a tickle as it traces down his temple, where it's joined by Jaskier's thumb.

"And I know this is what I signed up for when I... When we started this," the way he says 'this' makes Geralt open his eyes and watch Jaskier, and just.. lean in to the touch, just a little. "but it doesn't make it any easier," Jaskier finishes.

On impulse, Geralt grabs the hand on his knees and brings it up to his face, resting it along his cheek.

"I never minded leaving before," Geralt admits quietly. "To have someone who cared outside their own safety if I came back. It helps."

Jaskier smiles, but it looks sad, and Geralt doesn't like it, not at all. He turns his head just enough to nuzzle into Jaskier's palm, his nose brushing against a pale wrist. He can smell his own blood on Jaskier, something that the bard never should have to deal with.

"Geralt," Jaskier says quietly, and their eyes meet. The air is cooling, with Jaskier blocking the firelight and his sweaty, torn tunic somewhere next to them, Geralt's skin prickles. In the tree line to the side he can hear Roach grazing, a soft rustle among the branches above.

Not another word is spoken aloud when Jaskier's fingers takes up the path anew, along Geralt's cheek, under his jaw, over the bridge of his nose.

For a moment, Jaskier's gaze flickers to Geralt's, before looking back down, to where his thumb finally rests on Geralt's chin, index finger finding the corner of his mouth.

If there was a tickling sensation before, it's nothing to what he feels now. It's like his entire focus is on that finger, how it hesitates before tracing the outline of Geralt's upper lip to his cupids bow and back.

Geralt can't help the sigh that escapes him, nor how he holds Jaskier's hand a bit tighter to his face. His breath catches on Jaskier's fingers, especially when they once more travel along his lips.

Geralt has never wanted to be kissed more in his entire life.

"Don't let me do anything stupid," Jaskier murmurs, pausing to trace a finger back and forth along the seam of Geralt's mouth.

The distance between them has shrunk without the witcher noticing, but it still feels too far.

With his free hand, Geralt reach between them and catching Jaskier's chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling him closer. Jaskier has just about time shift his hand before he is being guided into a kiss, soft and dry and lingering.

They pull back with a soft sound, lips reluctant to part, eyes still closed.

"Was this stupid?" Geralt asks in a murmur, rubbing little circles to the back of Jaskier's hand still pushed to his cheek.

"Immensely. How am I supposed to stop now?" Jaskier's thumb is resting in the corner of Geralt's mouth now, just a little in the way when the bard kisses him again.

"Hmm, maybe you shouldn't," Geralt says between kisses, then hums again when the bard is perssing closer and he finds himself reaching for Jaskier's hip, along his back, to hold him closer.

As rough days goes, this wasn't all too bad. Jaskier is soft and pliant in his arms, much more so than he expected of the stubborn bard. After a while they settle into their bedrolls, and Geralt's closing wound stings something fierce as he lies down.

Next to him, Jaskier has his bed roll just close enough for him to capture Geralt's hand. They fall asleep like that, hands twined together in a dance that hopefulle will last past morning.

No, for a rough day, this wasn't too bad at all.

[boxboxblog]

What To Expect From 2025

Hello my friends, it's been a while. Sorry for the lack of posting, decided to take a break along with the drivers during our off-season, but as the weeks creep closer and anticipation grows, we must start to rev up for the first day of testing. As such, i wanted to do a little deep dive into what changes or special things to look forward to in this upcoming F1 season.

Some New Regulations

Heavier Cars: Starting 2025 the minimum weight for F1 cars will be around 2 kg heavier than they were in the previous season. This regulation change comes with another regulation change, one that has to do with driver wight. The old rule used to be that drivers must be at minimum 80 kgs, and has been switched to 82 out of concern for taller drivers (and probably also due to the fact that the average height for drivers has gone up considerably in the past few years). While this may seem like a small thing, it has impacts because drivers who were previously encouraged to hit that low weight so they could be faster will have a little bit less pressure.

Flex-Wing Restrictions: Does anyone remember the 'mini-DRS' that McLaren had for the 2024 season? Yes, the little flexible wing that allowed them to gain massive amounts of speed in the straights has been officially declared illegal. The new regulation states that the minimum gap in the rear wing will be decreased from 10-15mm to 9.4-13mm. I am very curious to see how this effects the performance of the McLaren car come the first race, it was quite clear that the team lost their dominant momentum once they got rid of it last year.

Driver Cooling Systems: Good news for everyone who felt concern during any of the wildly hot races that had drivers vomiting in the past few years, a new regulation has passed that states that a driver cooling system must be in place temperatures go over 30.5 degrees celsius. It will be interesting to see how well this helps (hopefully a lot).

No More Fastest Lap Point: A sad day for anyone who enjoyed seeing drivers push their cars to the limits. The fastest lap point is officially gone, which means we might see drivers keep it calm toward the end of races now.

Setting the Grid: This one is interesting, and is most likely due to what happened in Brazil 2024. Anyone who watched all of that live remembers the worry you felt watching the drivers qualify that Sunday morning in terrible conditions, and this new regulation could prevent that. It states that if a qualifying to set the grid is impossible, the starting will be determined by championship standings. If it is too early in the season, it will be up to the stewards to decide how it sets (whatever that means).

"Driver Behavior": I am sure everyone has heard of this one, and I will not dive too deeply into all the ins and outs. Just know that drivers are pretty much flat out not allowed to curse, make political statements, yell, express frustration, or getting anywhere close to any sort of 'bad misconduct' without incurring massive fines, or suspensions, or even a docking of championship points. We will see how this one goes when the season starts.

Some New Team Dynamics

One thing to look forward to is the massive shift the entire grid has done. Only two teams retained both of their drivers, McLaren (Piastri and Norris) and Aston Martin (Alonso and Stroll), and we have rookies on top of rookies to go along with that. Really tells you how much of F1 is musical chairs in truth.

Hamilton and Leclerc with Ferrari:

A dynamic that is bound to be interesting. When two number one drivers are on one team it tends to make sparks fly, but perhaps that won't be the case with these two. Both are rather mature people and drivers, and for the past two years Hamilton has played second driver to Russell after all. So I think honestly there may be some moments on track, but they will work well together.

2. Ocon and Bearman with Haas:

This one will also be interesting, in my grand opinion. On Ocon's side, he has switched over to Haas after years with Alpine (not so great years at that), and now he is the senior driver for the first time ever. For Bearman, everyone knows how well he can race an F1 car, so I wonder how Ocon will react to being second fiddle (to a rookie this time), which no doubt be will be.

3. Bortoleto and Hulkenberg with Sauber:

This one I feel like will go really well. Hulkenberg knows how to be a team player, and is generally a nice guy. On top of that he has many years of experience, and will be a great asset to help build his rookie teammate up. For Bortoleto's part, he is an extreme talent who just came off winning the 2024 F2 season. I think in truth Sauber has one of the best line-ups of the midfielders.

4. Lawson and Verstappen with Red Bull:

Lawson will either be chewed up and spit out by Verstappen, or wholeheartedly ignored. Verstappen is very obviously the first driver, completely undisputed, and apparently Lawson has agreed to that. But how many times have we seen a hungry rookie ignore that fact? *cough cough* Charles Leclerc *cough cough*. All I do know if taht both drivers have a rather aggressive style on and off track, which usually doesn't lend itself to being teammates.

5. Hadjar and Tsunoda with RB:

This one I feel like will be kind of meh. Tsunoda will most likely outscore his teammate, and he has done for the past years, and it will be typical RB things. Hadjar is talented, but Tsunoda is too. The question will be who wants it more.

6. Doohan and Gasly with Alpine:

Another meh one, the only real drama stemming from the fact that Doohan might be an F1 car for a blink of an eye. Alpine has their eyes set on bringing Franco Colapinto in if Doohan doesn't do well by I believe five races, and lets be clear EVERY rookie needs more than five races to get used to racing in F1. So looking at this pairing, I can only hope Doohan performs better than he did in Abu Dhabi. As for Gasly, he will do fine.

7. Antonelli and Russell with Mercedes:

I am split on how they will do. For one, I think Russell is being replaced as the golden boy, which might rub him the wrong way. If he is outperformed by Antonelli, that could spell the end for his time as the first driver. On the other hand he could also massively out do his teammate, which really wouldn't be a surprise. I do wonder if the pressure of being on a top team right away will get to Antonelli.

8. Sainz and Albon with Williams:

Ah, another pairing that has drawn lots of attention. it's not often a driver switches from a top team down to a back of the grid team at so young an age, but when they do it often spells trouble for either them or their new teammate. Some say Sainz will straight away out perform Albon, I think different. It may take him some time to get used to having a slower and less reliable car. There is something to be said about pushing a car harder than it allows, and he will have to override the instincts that he honed at Ferrari for years. We will see though, both are solid drivers.

Reserve Drivers

So we have talked about who will be the drivers, but who will fill in for each team if something were to happen? Something always happens, after all. Not all the teams have announced who their reserve drivers will be, but I will list the ones who have below.

Ferrari: Antonio Giovinazzi and Zhou Guanyu

An interesting lineup in truth. Zhou drove for Sauber/Alfa Romeo for the past couple of years, but was booted to make way for a new lineup. Giovinazzi also drove for Alfa Romeo a wile back, but was well known for... having some difficulties. It would be nice to see Zhou in fast car after being in the slowest car period for his entire career.

2. Mercedes: Valtteri Bottas

And Bottas returns to his old stomping grounds once more. Not a massive surprise, he was a Mercedes driver for years, and it would be fantastic if he was able to fill in for a race or two, just to seem him in a fast care once more. Bottas is a talent, after all, one that has been almost forgotten about after his tenure with Alfa Romeo/Sauber.

3. Aston Martin: Felipe Drugovich and Stoffel Vandoorne

In truth, I am kind of meh on this one. Drugovich was the F2 2022 winner, so he of course is a solid driver (and is most likely destined to come into F1). Vandoorne has been in F1 before, back when McLaren was a midfield team. Both are pretty safe choices for reserve drivers.

4. Alpine: Franco Colapinto, Paul Aron, and Ryo Hirakawa

Ah, as always there is Alpine drama. Three reserve drivers is just greedy in my opinion, and it makes you think that Alpine is probably enjoying the influx of new sponsorship money. As for the drivers, Colapinto is solid, Aron is a fresh face who has done well in the lower categories, and Hirakawa has an immense amount of experience. Really I think they are almost hoping one of their drivers (Doohan) will need to be replaced.

Calendar Changes

Australia back as the opener

Bahrain and Jeddah moved a month later for Ramadan

Suzuka and Shanghai switched up a month

Barcelona now after Monaco

Hungary now last race before summer break

Vegas start time pushed back to 8 PM local time

Spa will replaces Austria as the hosts of a sprint

Important Upcoming Dates!

Haas Filming Day - February 16th

F175 Season Launch - February 18th

Ferrari Event - February 19th

Mercedes Reveal - February 24th

Pre-Season Testing in Bahrain: February 26th-28th

Season Begins in Melbourne: March 14th

That is essentially the basics of what to expect! I will do driver profiles for all the rookies (except for Lawson, who already has one) once we get closer and then do an analysis of testing when that comes.

I am excited for the season to get started, and more than ready to see our cars back on track. Hope you all are too!

Cheers,

-B

[yujeong]

Somehow, I now have 200 followers. I didn't expect this to make me emotional, but it does. Thank you to every single person who follows me. It means a lot ❤️

[jils-things]

to love someone is to heal someone

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

If there is at least one thing I can credit FE for doing better than Tales in localization, it's not trying to actively go out of their way for an entire game to avoid subtext or direct text between two men that is romantic or implied romantic. Funny when it's so present that the attempt doesn't even work; infuriating that it was attempted to begin with.

So as much as I often have issues with some of FE's localizations, at least they have a leg up on loc Tales for that.

[kneworder]

some of you guys weren't raised on heroes (2005) and it shows

[phagodyke]

was gonna say smth else but this turned into a vent sorry everyone just ignore. typical weekend post on this blog u know how it is here we go👍

[orcelito]

Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.

But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.

[weirdo-with-a-nametag]

Why don't I know how to cry