#I sincerely dont like this pose

[boopiemadz]

okay this literally came to me in a dream but like lowkey pre crash travis and (fem) reader r like best friends and go to one of lotties houseparties and trav ends up getting way too drunk and emotional so reader has to drive him to her house and take care of him (and maybe tells reader he has feelings for her 🫢🫢) because i just know this man YAPS when he’s drunk

TS IS SO CUTE OML. I might combust reading this back bro, I love a good drunk confession 🤭🤭🤭. I cant put effort into adding warnings anymore so, just dont read if sensitive ig... anyways here u go bae!

[Drunk words are sober thoughts]

You and Travis weren't the kind of best friends who told each other everything. You were the kind that didn’t talk about feelings, because if you did, the whole thing might shatter.

You’d met in middle school during a group project. Ever since, there was this weird, stubborn loyalty between you. You were one of the only people who saw the soft, quietly funny, sometimes-stupid version of Travis that lived underneath all the brooding.

Now, in senior year, nothing had changed, except that everything had. Every brush of his hand against yours stuck in your head for days. Every time you made him laugh, it lit you up like a light switch.

But you didn’t talk about that. That would ruin everything.

“Lottie’s throwing one of her weird mansion parties tonight.”

You glance up from your locker. He’s leaning against the one next to yours, arms crossed, doing that thing where he looks anywhere but at you when he’s trying to sound casual.

“So?”

“So,” he shrugs, “you’re going, right?”

“Do I look like I want to get wine drunk next to Jackie and her cocky boyfriend?”

Travis snorts. “Kinda. Yeah.”

You squint at him. “Wait, do you want to go?”

“I mean... if you go.”

And there it is, one of those sentences that hovers in the air, daring you to make it mean more than it does.

You lean your shoulder into your locker and smirk. “Wow. You’re inviting yourself to hang out with me?”

“Shut up,” he mutters, but he’s smiling. Barely. “I’m just saying. Could be fun.”

You pretend not to notice how his voice goes soft when he says that. How he never uses that tone with anyone else.

“Alright,” you say. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

By the time the sun starts to set, you’re regretting your outfit and the fact that you even agreed. Lottie’s house is the kind of place where even the people who hate each other pose for pictures together.

You pull into Travis’s driveway and honk once. He jogs out a second later, unzipped carhartt jacket over a worn tee, hair still wet from a rushed shower.

“Hey,” he says, climbing in. “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” you say, a little too quickly. “You look like... you.”

“Wow. That’s flattering.”

You grin as you pull back onto the street. “You’re welcome.”

The ride is quiet after that, but not uncomfortable. The kind of quiet that’s normal for you two, like pressing pause on the world before walking into the chaos together.

When you get to Lottie’s house, the party is already alive, music pulsing, kids swarming the porch, smoke curling out from the side yard.

Travis hangs back a step as you approach the door. “If I end up getting alcohol poisoning,” he mutters, “you better not leave me for dead.”

You nudge his arm. “I’d drag your half-conscious body to safety. Maybe.”

“You’re such a good friend.”

But he says it in a weird voice. Half-teasing, half-sincere.

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After a while, Travis disappears, something about needing another drink, or maybe just needing a breather. Either way, he slips off into the crowd, and you don’t follow.

You find the girls again, this time in the living room where someone’s pushed the coffee table against the wall and turned the place into a dance floor. Music blasts through the speakers. Van grabs your hand before you can second guess it. “Get over here, party girl!”

You laugh, already pulled into the middle of the room, where Jackie and Taissa are dancing like they don’t care who’s watching. Natalie’s nearby too, drink in hand, swaying lazily with a detached kind of rhythm.

“Where’s your brooding boyfriend?” Van shouts over the music, still holding onto your wrist.

“He’s not my…” You try to yell back, but Jackie cuts you off by spinning into you, hands on your hips, eyes gleaming.

“Oh my god, shut up. Just dance!”

You do.

At first it’s just goofy, half-dancing, half-laughing, letting go of whatever weird weight’s been hanging around your neck all night. Suddenly, you’re pressed between Tai and Van, all hips and hair and the kind of reckless freedom that only happens at house parties hosted by girls with no limits.

Taissa’s behind you in a second, grinning against your shoulder. “Look at you! Who is she?”

You laugh so hard it burns, head tipped back, hands in the air. Someone’s grinding against you, one of the girls, and for a second you stop thinking about Travis entirely.

You feel electric. Unstoppable.

“Holy shit,” Natalie says from the couch, watching the chaos unfold. “You’re like... five seconds away from making that boy combust.”

You slow a little, breath catching. “What boy?”

She just raises an eyebrow. “You know exactly which one.”

But before you can reply, someone stumbles past, and your heart lurches a little.

Because it’s Travis.

He’s across the room now, red Solo cup in hand, hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes scan the crowd like he’s trying to find something, or someone. But he doesn’t see you yet.

When he does, he stops dead.

You freeze, too.

And for a second, the noise fades.

His mouth opens like he’s going to say something.

But then someone calls his name, probably one of the guys, and he vanishes again, swallowed back into the crowd like he was never there.

You stay rooted in place, pulse loud in your ears, warmth still buzzing from the dancing, but now with a different kind of burn.

Mari leans in, hair stuck to her cheek. “You should probably go find your boy.”

You pretend not to hear her.

But your feet are already moving.

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The air upstairs feels hotter, heavier, like the party's heat and sweat followed you up. You weave through the crowd, past couples pressed against walls and kids laughing too loudly, until you finally spot him, slumped sideways in an armchair in what looks like some weirdly formal sitting room.

Travis has his legs sprawled out in front of him, drink in hand, jacket missing, hair a mess. He’s flushed and a little glassy-eyed, talking to someone who’s not even listening anymore, some JV soccer girl already halfway out the door.

“Hey,” you say, stepping inside. “Are you alive?”

He blinks like it takes him a second to recognize you. Then he grins. “There she is.” You fold your arms. “I turn my back for five minutes and you vanish.”

He holds up his cup like it explains everything. “Hydration.”

“Right. Is that what we’re calling vodka now?”

“Could be,” he says with a crooked smile. “Also could be tequila. I genuinely don’t know.” You step closer, studying him. “You look like you’re losing a very polite fight with gravity.”

“I’m winning, actually. This chair loves me.” You raise an eyebrow. “That why you’re trying to flirt with underclassmen now?”

He snorts. “She started it.”

You smirk. “So what, you rebounding from something?”

Travis shrugs, a little too dramatically. “Maybe I’m just putting myself out there. Y’know, seeing what happens. Might hook up with someone. Who’s to say?”

You stare at him, and for a second you’re not sure if you want to laugh or drag him out by the collar of his T-shirt. “Really?”

He shrugs again, all fake casualness. “It’s a party. People do stuff.”

“You’re so bad at pretending not to care.”

That gets him. His grin falters just slightly, and he looks down at his cup. “I’m great at not caring, actually.” You sigh. “Okay, come on.”

He glances up. “What?”

“Let’s get you out of here.”

“What? No, I’m thriving.”

“You’re slurring your words, and I think that chair is the only thing keeping you vertical.”

You offer him your hand. “Come on. You’re not hooking up with anyone tonight. I’m taking you home.”

“Home-home or like... your house home?” You snort. “You think your parents would be okay with this?”

He pauses. “Okay. Yeah. Fair.”

Travis grabs your hand, warm and heavier than usual, and lets you pull him up, wobbly on his feet. “This is, like, deeply embarrassing,” he mumbles.

You grin. “Nah. This is just very on-brand for you.”

As you guide him through the hallway, you hear him mutter under his breath: “At least it’s you.”

You don’t ask what he means.

---

The drive home is quiet at first, aside from the low hum of your car’s old speakers. His window is cracked, letting in the cool night air, and he’s slouched low in the seat with one leg bent up awkwardly, head leaning against the door.

After a few minutes, he speaks.

“You’re, like... such a good driver.”

You glance at him. “Thanks?”

“Like, I feel very safe right now,” he adds, dramatically patting the dashboard. “This car? Sanctuary.”

He turns his head toward you slowly, like it takes effort. “Did you know you’re my best friend?”

You blink. “You’ve mentioned it.”

“Yeah, but like...” He pauses, squinting out the windshield. “I mean it. You’re, like, my actual best friend. Not a fake one. Like... the real-deal, ride-or-die, would-hide-a-body kind.”

You smirk. “I’d bury a body for you, but only if you stop talking like you’re in a soap opera.”

“I’m being serious.”

You glance over. He’s staring at you with his cheeks pink from the alcohol and honesty, head still tilted, curls falling into his eyes. “If I was gonna kiss anyone,” he says suddenly, “like, tonight? At that party? It’d be you.”

You nearly swerve.

“I didn’t,” he adds quickly, hands up like you’re about to arrest him. “I’m not. I just... thought about it.”

You grip the wheel tighter. “Okay. Time to shut your mouth, Romeo.”

He snorts, slumping back again, grinning. “Whatever. You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” he insists, half-asleep now. “It’s cute.”

You roll your eyes and flick the turn signal. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Aw, come on…”

“Nope.”

“But I said something sweet…”

“Exactly.”

---

Inside, you flick on the dim kitchen light so the house doesn’t feel too silent, then walk back and sit down in the middle of the couch with a sigh, expecting him to collapse beside you.

Travis follows like a puppy, blinking at you as if trying to calculate something complicated with his very alcohol-slowed brain… and then promptly drops down sideways, head landing in your lap with a muffled, content groan.

“Seriously?” you ask, freezing.

“Mmhm.” His eyes flutter shut. “This is good. You’re warm. Don’t move.”

You glance down at the mop of dark curls now sprawled over your legs. “You’re literally using me as a human pillow.”

“You’re the softest thing in this house.”

“That is not true. We have like a million blankets.” He grins, eyes still shut. “They don’t smell like you.”

Your heart does something dumb and weird.

You huff a breath, trying to ignore the way he’s curling in slightly, knees bent over the armrest like he lives here, like this happens all the time. One of your hands hovers awkwardly in the air before giving up and settling on his shoulder.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re drunk,” you mutter.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

There’s a beat of quiet. His breathing slows a little, not asleep, but closer to peaceful. He shifts just enough to glance up at you through heavy lids.

“You were dancing with Jackie.”

“Yeah?”

“Grinding,” he says, a little accusatory.

You smirk. “A little.”

He narrows his eyes. “Hot.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe I got jealous,” he mumbles.

“Oh yeah?”

He shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Was that before or after you tried to flirt with that sophomore?”

“I wasn’t flirting. She offered me a Capri Sun.”

You snort. “Right. Seduction by juice pouch.”

You sit there, fingers gently brushing through his dark hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only sound in the room. The silence stretches, stretching tighter as the alcohol slowly fades from his system, leaving something raw in its wake. Travis shifts again, his hand grazing your leg as he adjusts himself in your lap.

You glance down at him, his eyes still hazy but now more focused, an intensity in them that makes your pulse quicken.

"Hang on," you mutter, breaking the silence. "I’ll grab you some water."

You slide off the couch, careful not to disturb him, but he lets out a soft groan of protest, his arm reaching out to catch your wrist.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles, eyes barely open.

“I’m just getting you some water,” you reassure him, offering a small smile as you tug gently out of his grasp. “I’ll be right back.”

You leave the couch and walk to the kitchen, the soft sound of your footsteps echoing in the stillness of the house. You open the cabinet, fill a glass with water, and take a deep breath. Something about this night, about the way things have shifted between you two, is weighing heavily on your mind. You can't shake the feeling that something is about to change.

You return to the living room, the cool glass of water in your hand. Travis is sitting up now, his gaze fixed on the floor, but you can see the way his hands twitch with restlessness.

“Here,” you hand him the glass, your voice a little more unsure than you’d like. “Drink.”

He takes the water from you, fingers brushing yours for a split second. He’s quiet for a moment, drinking deeply, before he sets the glass down and meets your eyes again. There’s something different in his gaze now, something more vulnerable.

"You know," Travis says, his voice low, hesitant, "I don't really... know how to say this."

You frown, stepping a little closer. "Say what?"

He shifts slightly, his eyes flickering to your face and then away, almost like he’s battling with himself to find the right words. The tension is thick, the air between you both charged with something unspoken.

He exhales, a sharp breath, and finally says, “I don’t know how to act around you sometimes. I try to keep it cool, but… I can’t. You’re my best friend, and I think about you all the time. More than I should. More than I want to, really.”

Your heart skips, but you stay quiet, your chest tight as you try to make sense of his words. There’s something vulnerable in his tone, something that tugs at you. It’s not like him to be this open, this raw.

“I don’t wanna mess things up, but I can’t help it,” he continues, his voice soft, almost like he’s confessing something he’s been carrying for too long. “If I were gonna kiss anyone tonight, it would be you, I meant that when I said it. I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

The words hit you like a wave, catching you off guard. Your breath catches in your throat, your hands suddenly cold as they hang limply by your sides. The air feels thick, suffocating, and for a moment, you wonder if you heard him right. You try to step back, your heart racing.

“Travis, I…” You stammer, the room spinning slightly as your thoughts scramble to catch up with his confession.

He quickly notices the hesitation in your face and his expression falters, turning slightly panicked. “Look, I know this sounds crazy, and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I needed to tell you. I don’t want to just hide it anymore. You deserve to know.”

You take a deep breath, your mind racing. “But you’re drunk. This isn’t…”

“I’m not just drunk,” he interrupts, his voice steadier now, more intense. “I’ve felt this way for a long time. I’m not just saying this because of tonight. I’ve been trying to ignore it, pretend like it’s not there. But it is. And I can’t just go on like everything’s normal when it’s not. Not anymore.”

His eyes are searching yours, so deep, so desperate for an answer, and in that moment, everything feels too much. You take a step back, unsure of what to do with the knot in your stomach, the confusion swirling inside you.

He lets out a breath, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with the way this is going. “I’m not expecting anything from you,” he says, his voice quieter now, a little sadder. “I just needed to tell you.”

The silence stretches between you both, heavy and thick. You feel the weight of his words sitting in your chest, and despite the way your mind is spinning, you can’t ignore the pull in your stomach, the way your heart aches with something you can’t quite name.

You finally move toward him again, your body reacting before your brain catches up. You sit beside him. He looks up at you, eyes soft, his vulnerability almost unbearable to witness.

“I don’t want you to regret this,” you whisper, your voice shaking slightly. “I don’t want to be a mistake.”

He shakes his head, “You’re not a mistake,” he says firmly, his voice low and full of certainty. The words hang in the air, thick and charged with tension, and for a moment, neither of you moves. Then, slowly, carefully, you close the distance between you both, your lips meeting his in a tentative kiss.

At first, it’s soft, careful, like both of you are testing the waters, unsure of what this will mean. But then, as the tension breaks, the kiss deepens, and suddenly it feels like everything falls into place. His hands move to your back, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your hands threading through his hair as you kiss him with everything you’ve been holding back.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, hearts pounding in your chests.

“I’ve wanted this too,” you whisper against his lips, your voice trembling as the weight of your own confession settles in.

He smiles, his forehead resting against yours, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.

You close your eyes and let yourself relax into his arms, knowing that this isn’t just a drunken mistake. This is real, this is happening, and for the first time, you both feel like you can finally be honest.

As you both slowly pull back and settle down on the couch, your heads finding a comfortable position against the cushions, you slip your hand into his, your fingers entwining naturally. You close your eyes, your heart still racing from everything that just happened, but it’s not scary anymore. It feels right.

Travis’s voice breaks the silence, soft and full of contentment. “I’m glad I finally told you.”

“Me too,” you reply, letting out a sigh of relief as you snuggle closer to him.

With his arm around you, you both finally drift off to sleep, your hearts beating in sync, leaving nothing left unsaid.

[the-offside-rule]

Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - The Princess

Requested: yes

Prompt: 6) "I'm not religious, but I do think I've seen an angel

Warnings: none tbh, just more requests whilst I'm watching sprint quali

The sun was setting over the glamorous streets of Monaco, casting a golden glow over the iconic circuit as the Grand Prix came to a thrilling conclusion. Max Verstappen stood atop the podium, his heart pounding with the exhilaration of victory. As the crowd erupted in cheers, he couldn't shake the feeling of winning the prestigious race yet again. He waved down to the team before the glorious tune of the Dutch national anthem began playing.

Y/n, the Princess of Monaco, fiddled with the hem of her dress as she looked down to the huge crowd. Whilst she was royalty, crowds generally did seem to get to her. Her older brother took sick and had to cancel his plan to present the winner their trophy last minute. Hence, Miss Y/n was asked to. As the announcer declared the Princess to the crowd, Y/n stepped forward with grace, her regal presence commanding attention. She held the gleaming trophy in her hands, ready to present it to the triumphant driver. Max's gaze locked onto her, captivated by her beauty and poise. He felt a surge of something unfamiliar stirring within him as their eyes met.

Y/n smiled warmly as she handed Max the trophy, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Congratulations, Max." She said, her voice soft and melodious. Max smirked, ignoring his heart skipping a beat at the sound of her voice. "Thank you, your Highness." He replied, unable to tear his gaze away from her. Max watched intently as the Princess walked away, applauding the dutchman before Max lifted the trophy and showcasing the newest clunk of metal he would add to his collection.

As the photographers clamored for their attention, Max and Y/n posed for the celebratory photos, their smiles bright and genuine. But as Lando Norris, another driver on the podium, playfully aimed his champagne bottle in their direction, Max instinctively shielded Y/n from the impending spray.

Y/n laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement as Max turned his back to protect her. "Thank you, Max. I dont think this dress would pair well with chanpagne stains." She said, touched by his chivalry. "When someone like you is wearing the dress, I dont think anyone would care." Max replied, his voice tinged with sincerity. "And plus, I couldn't let you get soaked." Y/n beamed at the subtle compliment from the race winner.

As the champagne-fueled celebrations continued, Max found himself walking by Y/n's side, unable to resist the magnetic pull she had on him. "Oh, here. Let me help you." He offered her his arm, guiding her down the steps of the podium with care as she navigated the stairs in her heels. "Well aren't you just so lovely." Y/n smiled as her arm linked with his, leaning onto him. "You looked stunning up there." Max remarked, his eyes lingering on Y/n's radiant smile. "I'm not religious, but I do believe I've seen an angel today." Y/n blushed at his words, her cheeks flushing with color. "You're bold, arent you?" She asked, a tinge of amusement lacing her voice. "I'm a racing driver, your Highness. You need to be bold." Y/n rolled her eyes. "Of course, but I don't see any other drivers making moves on me, Mr Verstappen."

"Well, I think they see we are having a conversation. It would be rude to interrupt, no?" Max smiled. The pair stood for a moment,him towering over her as she simply looked between his eyes. "I'd like if we continued our conversation." Y/n whispered. "So would I. How about we return to this conversation later?" Usually, Y/n wouldn't like how suggestively the driver was being, but her gut trusted the man. She sighed. "Where do you suggest we have our little rendezvous?" She smiled. "How about dinner?" The dutchman suggested. Y/n arched a brow. "You know, for a Monaco race winner, your idea of a celebration is very boring." Max didn't really know what to say. It wasnt until Y/n leaned towards his ear.

"I'll be meeting you ag some stage tonight." She pulled away and winked. For the first time in a while, Max felt butterflies in his stomach as the Princess walked away with her security surrounding her, while he stood there wondering when he would bump into her next.

[anonziesssz]

Exclusive Scoop: Love on the Grid

✦- Authors Note: isaw this in my drafts and decided to post it, might also be my last fanfic on tumblr cuz i js dont rlly like tumblr anymore idk but i'll still be posting blue lock fanfics on ao3 ig...

✦- pairings: Carlos Sainx jr x Journalist!reader.

✦- summary: After interviewing him for so long, carlos dcides to take the reader for a date, finally confessing his feeling for the journalist.

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You had always felt that the interview was much more than asking questions; it was a dance of finding a balance between curiosity and rapport. It was your mantra as a motorsport journalist, and it worked quite well. From coverage of Formula 2 to interviews with world champions, you had carved yourself a little nook within the paddock.

Among the many faces you’d come to know in the sport, Carlos Sainz stood out. From your first interaction during his Toro Rosso days to now, as Ferrari’s pride, he’d always been gracious, witty, and effortlessly charming. Over the years, your interviews with him had evolved into something more. Something that felt personal.

But it was still work. That's what you kept telling yourself as you navigated your way toward the Ferrari hospitality area on a steamy Saturday in Singapore.

The paddock was alive with energy, the air alive with the purring of engines and the chatter of fans and teams. You spotted Carlos leaning against the railing, his red Ferrari cap slightly askew as he laughed at something said by an engineer. 

"Carlos," you called, stepping closer. He turned, his grin widening as he spotted you.

"Ah, mi periodista favorita!" he exclaimed, pushing off the railing. "Here to ask me why I'm so good around street circuits?"  

"Maybe I'm here to ask why you're so insufferable," you shot back, smirking as you adjusted the strap of your bag.  

He clutched his chest dramatically. "You wound me. I thought we were friends."

"Pals who pose the tough questions," you shot back, digging for your recorder.

The interview flowed as smoothly as ever, with Carlos giving thoughtful answers to your questions while sprinkling in his usual humor.

He spoke of strategy, his confidence in the car, and the challenges of Singapore's grueling track. But there were the moments his gaze would land on you, his tone softening as if this conversation meant more than just a headline.

You always ask good questions," he said out of the blue, and he caught you by surprise.  

"Thanks," you said, blinking at the sincerity in his voice. "I try to keep it interesting."  

"You do," he said, his lips curving into a small, almost shy smile.

It was one of those moments that just hung in the air, making you slightly flustered and scrambling to wrap up the interview. As you were about to leave, Carlos seemed to have hesitated. 

"Do you have plans tonight?" he asked casually, though looking uncharacteristically nervous. 

"Just editing this interview," you said with a tilt of your head. "Why?

Carlos shifted, scratching the back of his neck. "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me. Not just as a journalist," he added hastily. "As you."  

Your heart skipped a beat. It wasn't every day that a Formula 1 driver- Carlos Sainz no less-asked you out.  

"I'd love to," you said, a smile spreading across your face.  

Back in the hotel room, one could not help but have the evening weigh upon their shoulders. Was this dinner? Or was this something entirely else? Carlos was being friendly, always, but this felt very different. A hesitant kind of nervousness in him all that evening betrayed something deeper.

You dismissed the thoughts and began to get ready. You put on an outfit that was just right-balanced between chic and casual enough to feel confident with but not overdone. 

Then, when Carlos texted to let you know he was downstairs, you grabbed your bag and began to head toward the lobby.

He stood waiting beside the car, his caramel skin set off by a crisp, white button-down shirt. He grinned when he caught your eye and opened the door with a flourish.  

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice husky.  

"Thank you," you said, your face warming. "You clean up pretty well yourself."  

The restaurant Carlos had selected, La Perla, was tucked away from busy thoroughfares in Singapore-a little jewel of a place. Darkened light and soft live guitar music playing made the setting intimate.

Carlos pulled out a chair for you; his hand brushed against yours as you sat down. "Hope you like Spanish," he said with a grin.

"I'd be worried if you didn't take me to a Spanish restaurant," you teased, drawing a laugh.  

The meal was a real culinary masterpiece: plates of jamón ibérico, perfectly cooked seafood, rich paella -all shared between you as conversation flowed effortlessly.  

"So," said Carlos, leaning back against the chair, "tell me something about yourself that I don't know."

An eyebrow had arched. "That's a tough one. You've asked me a lot of questions over the years." 

"Exactly," he said, eyes shining with play. "Now it's my turn to be the journalist." 

You'd considered for a minute before responding with, "Okay. I never actually planned on being a motorsport journalist. I went to school for literature." 

"Literature?" Carlos leaned forward, interest piqued. "How did you end up here?

It was a sideline, you continued, "Doing a few local races for this little magazine, and then I was hooked. The energy of it all just drew me in. The rest is history."  

Carlos nodded thoughtfully. "You're good at it. Really good."  

"Thank you," you said softly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

He leaned across the table, his fingers brushing yours. "I mean it. You're more than just good-you're one of the best."  

After dinner, Carlos suggested a walk along the waterfront. The city's lights reflected from the water, making a shimmering backdrop as the two of you strolled side by side.

"Do you always sweet-talk your way through interviews?" You asked, looking up at him.  

"Only when the journalist happens to be someone special," he returned, smooth and low, sending your heart fluttering for cover.  

You rolled your eyes, though couldn't suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "Is this your way of saying I'm the favourite?"  

"Absolutamente," he replied deadpan, though with a naughty glint in his eye.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Careful, Carlos. People might start talking."  

"Let them," he said, stopping in his tracks.  

You turned to face him, your breath hitching as his gaze locked onto yours. "What is it?" you asked softly.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," he admitted, his voice steady but quiet. "Every time I saw you in the paddock, I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how. Tonight, I realized I didn't want to wait anymore."

Your heart pounded as he stepped closer, his hands gently cradling your face. "Life's too short not to take a chance," he murmured, before leaning in.  

The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but as you responded, it deepened, filled with all the emotions words couldn't express.

When you finally pulled away, Carlos rested his head against yours, the tiniest of smiles on his lips. "This feels right," he whispered.  

"It does," you replied, your voice not much above a whisper.  

As you sat reviewing your interview notes the next morning, you just couldn't help but smile. The professional line you'd always maintained had blurred, and for the first time in your career, you didn't mind. 

It was as if Carlos had changed something inside you-he had reminded you that it wasn't just the stories you told, but those you lived.

And as your phone buzzed with the new message from him, that is when you realized this was only just the very beginning of your own inspiring story.  

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[angxl-k9]

I have a sincere and genuine question (one which you are free to ignore)

But I wanted to ask about why you’re pro endogenic/willogenic/nontraumagenic etc.?

I dont ask to stir controversy, but rather because i think I want to understand more about it all and am reaching out to see others experiences in why they believe/see the world how they do

In my early exposure to/learning about systemhood I was taught a lot by those who don’t really like/believe the nontraumagenic claims. As I see more and more of the community and its variations- I find myself more unsure about what is or isn’t true. I ask here instead of consulting the internet because finding clear research on the topic has been increasingly difficult for me and I find I’m not sure exactly where or how to look

Obviously you are probably not the information god of this subject, but i guess I’m looking mostly for your outlook/view on things to just really hear from others in the community on a subject I’m struggling with

hey anon. the biggest reason i’m pro-endo is because i’m part of a mixed origins system. but, i see that that probably isn’t a satisfactory answer to most people wanting to learn more hahaha

the second biggest reason is, well, i am not anyone else nor am i in their brain, so i cannot tell if someone is telling the truth about their experiences or not. therefore, i have to take what people say at face value. if they say they’re a system, i have no right to tell them no, they’re not. that right only belongs to them, and to some extent their psychiatrist/psychologist/therapist.

another reason: the absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. just because there is little research into endogenic systems doesnt mean they’re not real. there’s not much undeniable evidence of aliens yet people still believe that they exist. why? because like the human brain, the universe is infinitely complex and we just don’t have the time, money or equipment to study every single aspect of it, especially if those aspects don’t pose an immediate threat on us as humans. endogenic systems themselves aren’t being hurt by their plurality, unlike with did/osdd systems who face severe symptoms with their disorder. in a medical perspective, there’s not much point researching something that isn’t harmful. did and osdd need research so that the systems with those disorders can actually function. endogenic systems with disorders, if they have them, usually have disorders that are already being researched all the time, such as autism, adhd, ocd, bpd, (c)ptsd, etc. so there are already people trained in dealing with those disorders that can help endogenic systems with them, as they would help anyone with them.

however, in saying all that, there actually IS research on endogenic systems, just not as much perhaps as disordered systems. i’ve found some research papers that i like and think are unbiased and fair, so i’m going to make a google doc with links to them, or to where you can download them, and that will be at the bottom of this post. i do think these papers do a lot of help for the endogenic community, especially against sysmedicalists and anti-endos who rely solely on medical evidence and research in order to believe in something (which i absolutely disagree with, i believe we should take what people say about their identity and just believe it without needing ten medical papers to back it up).

i hope this brings a little clarity to my stance on endogenic plurality, and obviously this is just my stance. there are many other systems out there who have different and perhaps better reasons for believing in endogenic plurality. if you’re on reddit at all, i highly highly encourage you to go to r/plural and have a look around there. the people there are so lovely and many of them would love to give you even more resources.

anyway, i hope you have a great day anon, and i hope you find the answers you want about endogenic plurality!

here is the document

and another link to a spreadsheet of more resources

[ballsandbabes]

What I had Pt.I : Michael Kaiser x Reader

Summary: What happens when the media monkey and the hyperbolic ego are stuck in a room and would like to be at each other's throats?

Authors note: Not proofread// female reader implied// GIFs are not mine// have fun while reading it

Series: Part I // Part II // Part III

You weren’t sure what was more exhausting—wrangling the ever-glamorous, ever-demanding Michael Kaiser for his social media content, or now having to explain to the hotel receptionist how the top scorer of Bastard München and his personal media assistant had just been booked into the same room.

It's been a year and a half since you finished your studies. A not-so-fresh sports journalist who hated her office job. When your friend Tsukki gave you the opportunity to work as a personal media assistant at a well-known and large sports club, you immediately resigned full of enthusiasm. In the days before your first day at work you had read documentaries and all sorts of articles in order to find out as much as possible about your new employer.

What no one knew back then, however, is that you would get HIM. Michael Kaiser....an arrogant young man who had the greatest superiority complex you had ever seen. Honestly it amazed you at times. He sees everybody around him as merely small time actor compared to his big time main role as the star of his world, which then had also become your world. 

And being part of this world meant being called at half past two in the morning, picking up your suit from the dry cleaners or even spontaneously reading out a statement about why Kaiser couldn't attend the press conference. Since day one, you knew he would be a lot of work.

“This is unacceptable,” Kaiser muttered beside you, arms crossed, leaning against the marble counter like he was posing for GQ.

You tried to manage a polite smile. “We’re sorry, but the rest of the team rooms are full. The soccer game really....It was a mix-up in booking,” the hotel manager repeated apologetically, looking to the side very much intimidated. “We can offer you a double room with two beds and a great view—for tonight, at least.”

Before you could protest, Kaiser sighed dramatically. “Ugh Fine. I suppose I can endure the company of my camera monkey for one night.”

You elbowed him lightly. “Camera monkey? Who do you think makes you look like a god in the media?”

He flashed his signature smirk. “I make me look like a god myself. You just happen to catch the angles. Dont be so full of yourself or your work”

—---

The room wasn’t bad, on the contrary, the double room was more glamorous than anything you had seen so far. Two neatly made beds with the softest cushions you ever felt, a minibar that Kaiser had already raided for sparkling water, and a huge window that overlooked the city skyline. The room had the vibe of a castle, with the dark blue wallpaper, the delicate gold accents and the slowly awakening glow of the sunset, which enveloped the room in a delicate golden light. You set your laptop on the desk, pulling out your camera and some editing work. You had left your luggage next to one of the beds.

Kaiser flopped onto one of the beds—definitely the one with the fluffier pillows—and threw an arm over his eyes.

“You're going to post that boomerang from the training session, right? I looked so amazing there” he asked, voice half-muffled.

“I was going to. Until you started doing finger hearts and ruined the serious tone I was going for.”

He peeked at you with one violet eye. “Oh Please. The fans loved it. Don’t pretend you didn’t smile while editing it.”

You had smiled. But you weren’t about to inflate his already dangerously large ego.

“Your fans would probably still love you if you posted nothing but your shoes.”

“Because my shoes are also iconic.”

You snorted. “Wow. Must be nice living with that much confidence.”

He stretched, looking over at you with a bit more sincerity. “It is. But it’s also nice knowing someone actually sees the work behind the image. That’s you, huh?”

You paused your typing. That was surprisingly... genuine. Otherwise he would always chase you around, equipped with the most impossible tasks, without even thanking you for it.

“Thanks,” you said, quieter than before.

A beat passed. Then: “You snore, don’t you?”

You blinked. “What?!”

“I need to prepare mentally. You look like a snorer.”

“I do not—!” you launched a pillow at him, starting to get angry. He caught it mid-air, effortlessly smug. You wouldn't survive this night…if it continued like this, you wouldn't be able to breathe in this room anymore, because his inflated ego needed all the air. "Kaiser, you're such an unabashed asshole, you know that?"

“Relax,” he said, throwing it back, softer. “Even if you do, I’ll survive. I’ve shared rooms with far worse.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh yeah? Like who?”

“Ego. His breathing is so dramatic it’s like sleeping next to a theatre kid doing Hamlet.”

You wanted to laugh but you tried to keep it in. You wouldnt make it easy for him.

“You know,” he added after a pause, lying back with his hands behind his head, “this isn’t the worst away game I’ve had.”

You raised a brow. “Because you’re in a room with your ‘camera monkey’?”

“Because I’m in a room with you.”

Your heart skipped. Why was he saying shit like this? Was he trying to get on your nerves again?

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, knowing exactly what he’d done. “Don’t let it go to your head, though. There’s only room for one ego this size.”

You didnt even look at him when you said. “Sleep with one eye open, Kaiser.”

[yurimom]

do you people know how to buy a car? genuinely curious. Does The Average Tumblr User Know How To Buy A Car?

if you go to a car dealership something awesome you can do as you are moving between offices is tell the employee “why don’t you walk with me?” and talk with them as they walk by you. its like. a power play. they’ll try to do similar to you too. also never buying the car in the same night. they will try to pressure you and make you impatient and ready to just buy and leave by making you sit around for hours and hours. don’t take their compromises. “mmmm i don’t know. doesn’t seem like a good deal. i think i’m alright. goodnight!” 100% of the time they will call you in the morning no matter what they told you, even if they say We Absolutely Cannot Sell It To You At That Price or We Can’t Include This. yes they can, and if they chatted you up for so long anyway, played the game of pressuring you into their negotiations, and you’re not asking for something Actually Unreasonable (you’re probably not) they will want to cut you a deal.

and dont buy into their guilt tripping. they will tell you shit like “i’d love to sell it at that price but we gotta keep our lights on/i gotta feed my family” dont EVER buy into it.

hit the reverse card. and dont feel bad about it. i told them shit like “well you have to understand i’m buying this car when it’s late, dark out, can’t even get it properly inspected. so i’m taking a risk here by wanting to buy it tonight.” or “well this is a good deal but what’s a good deal worth without a decent warranty? it’s suspicious. makes me wonder why you don’t want to cover xyz since it’s a used car…why are you willing to lowball it so much when the market price is xyz?” you pose these as genuine questions too.

also you make them sign everything they promise to get you after you buy the car. like if they promise to replace a part they WRITE IT DOWN, AND! i made this mistake! they write the date or timeframe they promise to get it to you buy!

sincerely someone who also used to make commission on sales, was very good at it, and is read as a gay young woman and thus has to be especially assertive when purchasing shit like cars. they use psychological tactics and you have to use them back

[noideabutsims]

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[lesamismorts]

and i dont want to be callous or tone deaf because the paper ceiling is extremely real. and i fully believe in increasing access to higher education for any single person in the world who WANTS to go to college as well as removing employment barriers for people who don't have degrees. but when push comes to shove i think the risks of letting an entire generation of young people graduate college while still being like culturally/historically/societally illiterate poses such a huge risk to the future of the human race that eradicating AI in higher ed has to be priority #1 😭 we're talking about potentially millions of graduates with meaningless empty AI-fueled degrees who frankly -- and sorry to sound like a massive doomerpilled cunt -- seem intent on leading meaningless empty AI-fueled lives!!!!! like we are barreling towards the death of art and curiosity and intellectualism and honesty and sincerity. you can lead an artistic curious intellectual honest sincere life without having any sort of college education at all!!!!!!! but the point is that the experience of gleefully AI-ing your way through 4 years of personal and intellectual development creates that kind of soullessness i'm doomposting about. i just feel like we are soooo mega fucked 👍

[castlebyersafterdark]

went on a mini interview rewatch spree after you posted that finn alpha clip. my secondhand brsment handling skills have improved a lot since being in this fandom haha

but i noticed that even when younger, finn and noah seemed to pay a lot of attention to each other. remembering details about the other's lives, being supportive of their work and interests, even finn doing accurate impressions of noah for endearing or comic reasons. you can tell by the way they looked at each other there was always a fascination, maybe it was grating when they were younger because there was the threat that they just might actually like each other.

i just think they've got lots of time for each other. which is really special and sincere. i wonder too if the opposite is true for millie in a way - i dont think there's any beef, but she doesnt seem to have a lot of time or sincerity in so many of their public appearances. she's on to the next question often. maybe she simply didnt have time for press itself. but i remember even before i was in the fandom i saw a puppy interview where she doesnt even know what noah is studying/going to study at college, and then seemed quite dismissive of it. it really struck me as odd that a close friend, let alone a best friend, wouldnt have known that.

You know, as much as we joke about it and analyze it, I think over exposure and getting used to certain antics is making certain types of features and videos easier to tolerate? Proud of myself for watching a concert clip and only clenching my teeth and not feeling my face heat up. You know what I love?? The segments where there was a question posed, it flashes on the screen, and then the cast member or members get into it there. Less of an awkward dialogue. I think a lot of it relies on how awkward and unnatural the conversation sounds like with so many bad interviewers. Or me not liking talk show hosts. I've found it's less what say Finn or Noah are doing of their own accord - more the situation or segment style that doesn't vibe. Love this stuff though, the human behavior and analysis stuff. Self reflection. It's fun for me, I'll admit.

I don't know. Well, I do know actually. One day I'll do my bid "hits and misses" / "entertaining / excruciating" review of interview and promo watching adventure.

To the meat of the ask: they really were quite in tune to what the other was doing or saying! Noah has this thing where he always seems to directly stare at the person who's speaking. Maybe not stare, but he watches the speaker. Finn avoids eye contact a lot, more anxious. I think that'll be something I'm going to analyze. Body language to each other in comparison to different people if more cast are involved in a segment.

But they certainly have each other down. Finn brings Noah up when he's not there, Noah mentions very specific things about Finn. It's noticeable, it's great. Noah especially seems to hoard info about the people around him. I think he cones avross not like someone who does, but it's true. He's an observer, seems a little like a people pleaser, definitely sensitive and thoughtful. Look at him writing personalized letters or cards for the entire cast at film wrap.

That is so weird Millie didn't even know what he was going to college for?? Hmm. I think that's simply how some people are though. Everything is surface level. Guarded. And that's that. Noah absolutely would be more the one in that friendship who makes time, gives cognitive consideration. There's some friends you hang out with and have a super fun time, can even consider them to be a best friend - but it's not mentally or emotionally deep. That's true. Every relationship is different...

[enden-k]

Im trying to get myself into drawing once more but for you I've had a question.

I really love your artwork and how well you draw Kaveh and Al Haitham among other characters.

My question is how do you manage to pull off such a beautiful balance androgenic design in artwork. In both male and female they manage to look so delicate and sweet in their interactions and design, utilizing curves to bring a sense of sensuality and warmth. While still having the structure and sterness that keeps it from being mindless fluff; utilizing angles and posing to generate personality and character.

Sorry if I'm a bit too formal. 😅

Sincerely, VampyKitsune

no worries!! im afraid im not entirely sure how to answer this bc its like youre asking me how i draw the way i draw like, explaining my art style and i dont rlly have a proper answer to that ajbcsak i just draw

[downfallofi]

That doesn't sound bad. That's only disappointing if it disappoints you. What kind of stuff do you tend to sketch if I may ask? Also might've been low key seeing if you play video games that I could invite you to play.

Ah, you know, thank you for this. 🥹 they are my hobbies, and I need to learn not to minimize them or apologize for liking them. (Old habits, it comes with growing up the way I did and being told that liking comic books and Star Wars and "living in a fantasy world" was making me weak) But yeah I mean. It's not disappointing to like reading, or art, or video games, nor does it make someone a loser.

(I need to remember that)

I love to draw all kinds of things, I have a sketchpad filled with stuff from reference/still life, I like practicing drawing flowers, I actually sometimes like drawing smut/ shibari and if I ever actually posted that online I'd tag the models I referenced... not even in a horny way but there's something wonderful I find in shibari or fetish stuff artists that they challenge you, in drawing in a pen and ink medium, to workshop how you adapt poses, musculature, lighting, all that stuff.

And I have a lot of superheroes.

When I was a kid, all the way up to about 17, I wanted to be a graphic novelist, make my own comics that were like just my teenaged brain firing off ideas I'd sponged up from a lot of X-Men and a LOT of Toonami. I didnt go on to become a comics artist, in fact, due to being discouraged by my dad and others (...but, well, my dad) I sort of came to the conclusion it was childish ("cute lil cartoons," they were derisively called) and let my gift atrophy. I drew nothing.

So in coming back to it, slowly over the last... ten years? Ive gotten back in to art.

It's not the same as it was. Sadly, it can't be, that fire I had when I was young was well. Stomped out.

So I cant make panels, and I struggle with transition and movement from one panel to the next to make a story flow, and sometimes it feels like I draw OTHER people's heroes like Spider-Man like I'm a fucking cover band at a dive bar playing KISS.

But I've still worked on it, and grown a lot over those last ten years, and found a peace in it that yeah, idk, maybe it isnt what I wanted to be when I was young but it's still art, dammit.

So yeah, sorry. Im wordy and it was complicated to answer but you kind of put a dime in and got me talking about it so. My sketchbook has lots of microliner ink drawing, some flowers and still life, some smut, some X-Men cover band stuff, just stuff I want to challenge myself to draw.

I'm also determined to experiment more with color like my copic markers this year so.

Video games I play are really a lot of single player open world stuff, Im currently grinding on um.

...fallout4 OKAY DONT JUDGE ME, I am of the specific brand of gamer that finds some peace and comfort in going back to Skyrim and Fallout from time to time...

I would love to get in to games with other people but I wouldnt know where to start, or what to pick up, frankly, but that is a kind offer and one I'd be interested in maybe perhaps at some point

I take it back... I did have a coop farm in Stardew Valley I played sorta multiplayer with my friend from CO but... our friendship sort of died off and we dont Stardew together anymore... fuck Im sad now.

Sincerely, thank you for the asks and the kindness and if you made it through reading ALL of that shit you are a fucking G and I respect and love you so much

[ad-hawkeye]

Man after reading the previous ask i just wanted to commiserate a bit.

Even though lukerosa is my otp since launch, i’ve always been most charmed by artem, who was so awkward and sincere and sweet. I adore how supportive artem and rosa have been of each other from the very beginning and in any version of events i like to imagine that they grow to become close friends and partners-in-crime-fighting. Their immense mutual respect and admiration is just a great foundation for a relationship.

Now, I have more of an attachment to the pre-1st anniv cards because i’m a sucker for mutual pining, but i’ve enjoyed the post-anniv cards too because it felt like a natural progression of their relationship. To find out that the writing quality for artem’s stories eventually gets worse and worse is very disheartening. When the writing starts out amazing but becomes terrible later on, it is always worse because it feels like a betrayal.

I’m going to keep playing ToT especially since he’s not my only fave, but I really hope the writing gets better again, artem deserves only the best, most tightly-written, and consistent characterisation. And I hope even more that his soon-to-be-announced 3rd anniv card is good — if it can redeem the previous bad cards… well that’s the dream.

Thank you for reading! I hope you’re having fun despite all this :)

so i was going to answer my asks in the morning (it's been a long day for me!) but this ask was literally the sweetest thing i have ever read, i had to respond asap ;_;

as a fellow lukerosa enjoyer (their interactions are always such a treat!!! they're the best genre of childhood friends to lovers due to that eight year time skip and the draaaama that comes with it. i still think about luke's personal story 4 to this day i SWEARRRR), genuinely thank you for the kind words, it really means a lot!! 😭😭

i totally agree with your thoughts on artem's earlier cards, you took the words right out of my mouth :,,) we're also on the exact same wavelength of the pre-1st anniversary cards - they're my absolute most cherished favorites. entwined fate, lost gold, sickness and in health, skadi, railroad, first birthday, aaaa..... some of my absolute favorites.. the original personal stories 1-4 are my favorites across the board too (my favorites definitely being artem's and luke's !!)

gosh yeah i think that's why i'm so upset! i genuinely and truly adore artem as a character, and i adore his older cards. this is to the point where i used all of my saved s-chips on the previous select-an-ssr banner to get his railroad card instead of his second anniversary card!!

to make it even more baffling, i haven't noticed a quality drop like this in the other boys?! if anyone reading is a fan of the other three, feel free to correct me if i'm wrong, but luke, marius, and vyn's cards all stay very consistent personality and plot wise imo. i can't help but wonder if something happened to artem's writing team?? the writing literally feels so different, i can't explain it. it's like. a lack of understanding of his charm. they dont understand why people liked him, or any of the more nuanced aspects to his character and his dynamic with rosa.

i miss them being Best Partners with artem's dry sense of humor and rosa cheering him on over the most mundane of a shit (like posing against a wall HAHA) and them taking their time and artem opening up and becomimg genuine friends who make jokes and tease each other and the strong mutual respect and consent and ;-;;; sniff

and aw thank you for the kind words!!!! i hope you're having fun too!! wishing for an absolutely touching card for lukerosa as well :) <3 year three has fantastic potential for some prime hurt/comfort angst and fluff for those two!!

[sephrxn]

uhh ok 😭😭 i just feel like given the climate of the internet spreading unnessecary hate speech and especially with all the transphobia online — like that is absolutely not ok. everybody, no matter who you are, is entitled to the same basic social equity. public thought is a huge contender for what ends up getting passed in legislation, so when you spread transphobia online, it just fucks everything over so people over time normalize something .. and thats just not okay. this is how groups get sidelined and put at an inherent disadvantage. basically what i am trying to say is that whether it be access to a medical treatment, not being harassed in school, or not being subject to violence or workplace discrimination, trans people should absolutely have protections and basic rights and equity. like thats not even a question. and thats about all i can say i guess? every marginalized group has their own unique struggles, and i don’t want to diminish the uniqueness of the trans experience by lumping it into a vague category, especially because i am not well versed. but yeah . idk what this post is trying to get at these r just sincerely my honest thoughts sorry if i came off as bigoted maybe we can talk it out or sum. 

my thoughts on dating are still that we really got to look out for women. tbh neither institution, dating nor marriage really benefit women at the end of the day. with dating, there is just genuinely more room for abuse and harm, with zero to little compensation or protection, like thats just the objective truth. and the sad thing about socialization is that because the whole “nurture trope” it is so instinctive and deeply internalized, most women just happen to carry that throughout their lifetimes without even knowing it and thats just the reality and sad truth. there is a difference between me just simply pointing out an observation i have, and condoning it. i think this all truly truly sucks and dont condone any of it , but you can never get to a better place from just lying about your reality, can you? yea thats ab all i can say.

i am not diminishing the existence of either group, or trying to compare their struggles.  i can get why its triggering and frustrating when you try to express a unique opinion about a certain demographic just for someone to go “oh but womans rights”, which is kind of understandable. i believe that women should just be safe when they are dating and i also believe in trans rights !! i think that both issues are very real and very important and can certainly co exist. i also think that everyone has the right to autonomy, but we should also hold systems of abuse and violence accountable. saying "women dont need protection" is just like putting a bandaid. also neither cis women nor trans women are immune from exploitation and harm. so what is wrong with me saying that we should protect each other and be our own source of mutual aid? surely there is a way to do that while also being autonomous, right? all i am doing is just highlighting the way in which vulnerability can manifest itself, i am not trying to pose reductive labels on entire identities, and im just highlighting my depth of concern for any identifying woman out there

it actively holds everyone back when you equate femininity and femmeness to weakness. whenever you imply that feminine people and femmes are inherently weak, in need of protection, inherently submissive, incapable of hurting others, and pathetic, you are holding everyone back: women, men, people of all kinds, trans, cis, intersex, non binary and beyond.

femmes do not inherently need to be protected. feminine people do not inherently need to be looked after. femmes are not incapable of defending themselves, of being strong, of being capable of protecting others, of being independent, of being masculine as well, or being assertive or dominant. femmes and feminine people are capable of being just as diverse as any other group of people and when you insinuate that femininity is inherently tied to weakness you fail everyone.

mascs and butches aren't inherently strong, and they don't have to be. femmes and feminine people aren't inherently weak and they don't have to be. perpetuating these cisheterosexual norms in the queer community does no one any favors.

[tollsoftheclockwerkbelle]

not tagging, because im saying these things as more of a personal nitpick to get off my chest. by no means would i ever want to accidentally insult or hurt the feelings of people who worked on the show would they stumble across my rambling. this post is only my critiques here so just know there's a lot of good stuff going on with the look of the show that I liked too. I don't talk about any of that here because... that's not what im talking about here

I feel like the animation in sonic prime is just almost there, but still has a lot of beginner mistakes that just drive me absolutely crazy

I wanna say I enjoy the show for the good animation, but idk if I can say that.... sincerely? I think saying I enjoy it for the -expressive- animation would be truer and more accurate. Because I do! It scratches that itch for depth of emotion and range that the games usually leave one wanting. But... it also suffers from a lot of overacting, clichéd posing, and in-general rookie mistakes that beg more attention

the knee-pops are going to kill me. I completely get it that these character proportions must be an absolute nightmare to work with on a rig but the combination of IK-joint over/misuse and jittery walk cycles make the characters feel like puppets with either clicky joints or slappy-bands for limbs

also, the lipsync is often WAY too floaty and one of the parts that bothers me the most. The mouths are sometimes all over the place. The upper lip needs to stay more fixed in position, otherwise the effect is just bizzare. The cheeks also often get neglected and lack any volume. When you open the mouth, the cheeks need to get fuller, otherwise you get this weird sucked-in look that idk. it's one of those uncanny valley things, you know? your brain is expecting it to happen even if you don't realize it, so if it doesnt, it just looks off

i dont even -know- how nine got bald that one ep, but I'll forgive it cause it was funny 😭

[grandhotelabyss]

Any thoughts on movies like "breakfast club" or "ferris bueleres day off" - I remember as a kid going to cracked.com and every article mentioning them so I assume they were some gen x or older millenial cultural touchstone (even though I dont really hear about them anymore...)

Yes, the John Hughes sensibility. I do think, downstream from more sophisticated articulations in early postmodernism like Pynchon's "Be cool but care," it influenced the Gen-X and elder-Millennial New Sincerity ethos. For me personally, only some of those movies meant or mean anything. Ferris Bueller I saw once, when I was a kid. The Breakfast Club, though, that one stuck as a somewhat accurate depiction of aspects of late-20th-century American high school. Or maybe a determination as much as a depiction: by the time I got to high school, everyone had seen The Breakfast Club and perhaps posed accordingly. (One wanted a girlfriend just like Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club. By "one," I mean me.) But you're probably right that younger people aren't watching those movies or aren't relating to them if they do watch them, anymore than anyone's now immersed in earlier versions of adolescent culture from the '50s or whatever. On the other hand, new movies are still drawing on these tropes of high school, just as John Hughes was reflecting an earlier tradition that went back at least to the '50s if not all the way to the turn of the century (off the top of my head, Willa Cather's "Paul's Case" from 1905 is the earliest high-school alienation story I can think of, 40 years before Salinger).

[noideabutsims]

Donut Co. Messy Little Wall Scribbles P.2

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These are meant to be little scribbles on the wall. You can size them up and down using the bracket keys. [ ] <- these ones. I personally, use the tool mod to size my items up and down, and specifically with these if you are wanting them to be "perfectly sized" i would recommend you grab tool (and its assistant BBB). THEY ARE LARGE TO START! This is so you can go all the way down to a mini size! Hope this helps!

This is technically a recolor of Pluto Sims art attack posters. That was the best possible mesh i could find, that didn't leave a gap or have un-necessary extra items or pins, ect. Pluto is very wonderful, and allows their items to be used as bases, and include the mesh. However, i sincerely recommend you check them out, as they make amazing items!! @pluto-sims Link back to Pluto Sims original object ORIGINAL CREATION This does include the mesh with it. (Thanks to pluto for being very generous so please check them out!) This is just a recolor and all credit goes back to Pluto Sims for this mesh, this item would not be possible if i couldn't use this mesh.

Name: Donut Co. Messy Little Wall Scribbles Description: We are right back at it, bringing you another edition of the Donut Co. Messy little Wall Scribbles! We realized that some of your littles only have a small amount of time to scribble on walls, so our previous set didnt work for some families! We Truly do apologize for this overthought! We know parents only look away for a moment, and oh no! your littlest tots have grabbed the markers and gone to town! We brought you tons of scribbles in our last set, just for that! But now, you have even more scribbles to piece together and make all your littlest ones wall draings come to life! Just as before, if you dont like them, all you have to do is use the sledgehammer to yeet that drawing out of existance! BAM! Just like that your wall is looking good as new! So dont hesitate, make sure you grab a set today and display all those wonderful memories on the wall! <3 (Works best if you use the bracket keys "[" + "]" to size up and down, or my personal prefrence of the tool mod! that way you can make them fit rooms, kid size, and poses better!)

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