#I’m so fucking excited to watch the last two seasons oh my god ….

[jooniez]

okay if anyone is looking for a new show to watch I highly highly highly recommend Black Sails it’s so phenomenal in the writing, acting, storytelling, plot lines, everything!! just so insanely good I can’t recommend it enough!!!

[targaryenluvs]

Hii! I saw that you like au's so i ask if you can make a time travel au?

Where the modern reader goes to their time and meets simon, he falls in love and asks her to marry him but she gets weirded out bcs she is still so young and doesnt plan on having children.

Dark-ish plsss? 🥺

Totaly get it if you dont want to write it, up to you 🌹

Thank you

(this was pretty short but here!)

warnings: darkish simon? young reader (16ish since she’s young but nothing happens!! pushy and possessive simon, implied fem!reader and poc!reader MADE UP ROYAL NAMES IDK HOW IT WORKS

notes: (my writing usually tends to lean towards an indian reader i’m sorry i don’t even realise when i do it 😭) i’m going to make a part two and post it tomorrow since i actual love this idea!!! you’ll meet simon!

Infatuation

summary: the one where you somehow travelled into your favourite tv show along with your family. and as you debut in society, you catch the eye of a certain duke.

part ii

shonda rimes was nothing short of a goddess in your eyes for her casting abilities.

you’d been obsessed with the books ever since they came out and the second you’d heard of it being picked up by netflix you screamed so loud your family thought you’d died.

it was the release day of the first season and you had to meditate before watching since your heart was absolutely running hundreds of miles inside.

you’d settled into bed, had your favourite snacks to your side and your emotional support water bottle clutched in your arms as you pressed play.

you’d overestimated the power of meditation to calm you down, and underestimated the power of warm cocoa.

you’d dosed off after the second episode, and you were aware of it as it happened. the sounds of your favourite show lulled you to sleep and you’d never felt happier.

but after a while, you’d realised the sounds never really faded away, they became, stronger?

the sounds of the bickering bridgertons echoed through your head, preventing further sleep.

what the fuck?

as you opened your eyes, you felt, energised.

and as you rolled over you couldn’t believe your eyes.

daphne bridgerton by your side?

“y/n, are you alright?” she questioned as she closed her book, giving her undivided attention towards you.

you reeled your shock back in as you cleared your throat, “uhm, yes, i’m alright. where are we?�� daphne smiled at the question, “we’re at my home.”

you nodded as you took it in, you fell asleep last night in your own bed and woke up in your favourite book, great!

this was quite literally the epitome of all of your daydreams and you couldn’t believe it was happening. you took into account that if you were with daphne you were most likely good friends with the bridgertons, you looked down and saw your nightgown, definitely not the same pjs you wore to bed, your hair was in a braid, and-

“since you’re finally awake, let’s get ready. i’ll send the maids in! i’m so excited and nervous for today y/n/n. this is our day!” she gushed as she allowed the maids in.

our day? this most likely meant that this was starting of like the first episode. oh god, you were going to meet everyone. anthony, benedict, violet- oh god you loved violet.

the next hour was a blur, maids everywhere, millions of dresses, hair pieces, jewellery sets and so on. you’d settled on a (obviously) white dress, with a diamond like waist details, puffy sleeves, gold details/flecks around the sleeves, a tiara, bracelets and a sweet yet simple necklace. daphne had on a similar dress, but the details were different and she wore a feather in her hair.

gods, she looked amazing. the two of you stood in the middle of the mirror, clutching eachothers arms as maids touched up your hair. “you look phenomenal sister.” daphne spoke to you admirably. over the hour you realised many things, the two of you had been friends since kids despite your age gap, your mothers being the best of friends and the same for your fathers, and since hers passed the two of your families had only grown closer.

your own family were very well-known amongst the ton. your father, being marquess of anderton, lord y/f/n l/n and your mother, lady y/m/n l/n, and your brothers, eldest son, earl of anderton lord b/n, and lord b/n. then you, the youngest, lady y/n l/n.

your brothers were also best friends with the bridgerton brothers, your eldest and daphnes, your second with benedict and colin due to their shared/similar responsibilities as second/third sons. but they all got along, nothing happened in the bridgerton family without you knowing and nothing happened on yours vice versa.

you all usually visited eachother whenever, living not too far from eachother. your town home being larger than theirs, and anderton being an three hour ride from london, your country estate being much larger. you were wealthy as hell and you loved it. not that you weren’t back home, but obviously nothing like this.

you still couldn’t tell if this was a dream. usually in your dreams nothing seemed as realistic as this, and you had free reign of your body, you controlled your body, nothing odd had happened, no floating unicorns, no random nightmares, nothing. all realistic. and despite your age gap of of roughly four years, yourself and daphne got along well, she at first saw you as a younger sister and soon enough, her best friend.

even if it was a dream you’d take as long as you could here.

as the doors opened yourself and daphne stood proud and happy. the nerves dying down after you reassured one another.

your mother and lady bridgerton stood infront, teary eyed. “our girls! you look-” “breathtaking.” anthony cut his mother off as your families stood, shocked.

daphne squeezed your arm as you walked forwards, you were so relieved to see your family looking all the same, just a change in clothes, and it was odd. everyone looked so- regal! somehow your brothers had cleaned up.

“enough fussing! let’s get going now.” daphne spoke as you all made your way down. “are you going to marry a princes sisters?” hyacinth squealed as you and daphne laughed, “i wish! we do not know who we are marrying yet sweet hyacinth, that’s what the social season is for, to meet people, make friends and to meet the person you’ll marry. soon enough you’ll be in our position and you will have a line of suitors waiting for you.” you answered sweetly as she grinned from ear to ear before it was struck down by george.

“don’t lie to her! the men won’t be lining up to get to her they’ll be running to get away!” he joked as hyacinth gasped, “how dare you?!” she shouted as she chased him down the steps. for some reason this all felt, right. you felt like you belonged here. once you’d gotten past the initial shock everything just came to you so easily. the manner of speech, how to act, what to say etc.

maybe it was due to your constant daydreaming of being here but it was so easy.

“kids slow down please! you will hurt yourselves!” your mothers shouted at the same time. you were all one big family and you loved it. it was like double the love, and whilst the bridgertons may not have had their own father with them any longer, your father did his best. he spent time with the brothers and sisters, giving the support they needed, doing what he can for the children of his best friend, his family.

you had really underestimated the chaos of the bridgerton family.

you were surprised your own mother wasn’t greying in the hair at the constant bickering and fighting. but at the end of the day you knew everyone loved eachother. but right now you wanted to lunge across the carriage to strangle your eldest brother.

“it’s no big deal.”

“you’ll be fine stop fussing.”

“what’re you worrying for.”

as if this wasn’t one of the biggest days of your entire life. you had to make a good impression upon the queen, god knows the gossip in this town else wise would drive you into a hole.

“i am sorry sister, i should do well to remember the seriousness of today, i apologise.” he responded, reaching across to grab your glove-clad hand, squeezing in support.

“we should all remember the seriousness of today. but do not worry, our dear y/n will do well, i believe it wholeheartedly. you are sweet, confident, intelligent, understanding and so much more my daughter. you will find a good husband, someone whom you love preferably. but otherwise a good man, someone deserving of such an amazing woman as you and it doesn’t matter if you do not marry this season either. there is always the next. if you are not ready you should say so now.”

you’d never seen your father so absolutely understanding. you would’ve thought. especially in this day and age that he’d press you to marry but no.

“eloise has postponed her debut has she not? would it be alright for me to do the same? at ten and eight she will debut and so will i. i fear i am still to young, a lot of the others are older and know more than i.”

“no one knows more than you dear sister.” your other brother spoke up with a smile, “besides eloise of course.” he said as you all laughed, “very well then. we do not have to explain ourselves to anyone and i will send forth someone to relay the message to the queens servants and withdraw your announcement card. and i am not against the idea of keeping you caged up with us for another year. the dread!” your father joked as you all laughed.

the debut had gone better than you could’ve wished for. besides a fainting or two, and you having to endure prudences whining and complaining. the queen seemed to favour daphne and you could not have been more thrilled for her. the two of you chatted everyone’s ears of at dinner to the point where you were separated from sitting together, which did nothing as you both spoke from across the table!

at home you were restless.

your room was much larger than your own.

but you loved it nonetheless.

you couldn’t help but continue to think, you hadn’t woken up yet, you’d literally spent an entire day here, and you hadn’t awoken. you’d pinched and slapped yourself which earned you a few strange looks from the maid that you’d forgotten was in the room and nothing. you hadn’t woken up, annoyed at leaving the bridgerton world.

what you were most excited for was to meet more people if you woke up tomorrow. penelope slipped through your fingers due to lady featherington fussing over her, lady danbury hadn’t been seen, you hadn’t been able to visit madame delocroix nor anthony’s opera singer and perhaps the most disappointing of all,

simon.

you had the fattest crush on him, especially after seeing him in the show. if you woke up tomorrow, you were going to make sure to see everyone you’d missed.

and at the top of your list.

a certain duke.

and if you’d known what would happen once you met him you would’ve steered clear of him.

[theemporium]

Oh my god Maxie and trouble!!??!!!!! Literally my favs… no thoughts just domestic max and trouble trying to sleep but she just won’t stop talking and max just kisses her to shut her up and finally get some beauty sleep 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so cute and so self-projecting kqedjewfkqd thank you for requesting! and sorry not sorry to the team jeremiah girls!!🫶🏽

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If there was one mistake Max made when it came to your relationship, it was agreeing to binge tv shows with you.

And yet, he fell for the trap every single time. 

Personally, Max was never one to get overly invested in tv shows or movies. He would enjoy them, there were a few he wouldn’t mind rewatching on the odd rainy day. But he never got attached, whether it be to the show or the plot or the characters. 

Not in the way you did.

He had to admit that he did find it adoring just how invested you got. If you liked the show, you were all in. You had your favourite characters and your comfort episodes. For the short time you watched the show until you finished, it was a hefty topic in most of your conversations. You got angry and sad and upset and excited over these shows. Max had never really experienced anything like it. 

And usually—usually—he genuinely did find it adorable. 

But sometimes there were moments like this one where he majorly regretted watching the show with you.

“I just don’t get how everybody can’t see the clear endgame!”

“Mhm.”

“Like, from music and cinematography and—”

“Mhm.”

“She has to end up with Conrad! She has to! I mean,” you paused for a moment as you let out a scoff. “Who would choose Jeremiah? He just lurks in the background with his creepy blue eyes and weird stare!”

“Mhm,” Max hummed like he had been doing for the last fifteen minutes before he paused. He frowned, opening his eyes to look over at you. “Wait, you don’t think my blue eyes are creepy, right?”

“Of course not, baby,” you murmured with a soft smile. “You have pretty ocean eyes. Jeremiah Fisher has the eyes of a white walker.”

Max snorted. 

“I’m serious, Max. They stare into your soul.”

“I think you forget that I watched the show with you, Trouble,” he murmured as his eyes fell shut again, taking in a deep breath as he desperately tried to fall asleep like his body was begging him to do so. 

But you had just finished the last episode of season two, you were riled up, and now instead of going to bed and cuddling with him like he wanted, you were sat criss-crossed on the bed as you rambled away about a show Max stopped thinking about the second the tv turned off.

“He is just the clear second option when Conrad is there, all dreamy and perfect and still in love with her and—”

You never got a chance to finish your sentence before Max had sat up, his fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you mid-sentence. You felt breathless and flushed, and it didn’t take long for you to sink into his embrace as he pulled you back down onto the bed until you were lying on top of him.

“I know you’re angry but you need sleep,” he murmured against your lips as he settled his arms around your middle. “We both do.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, still a little dazed from the kiss.

“And I would prefer to have my girlfriend in my arms rather than talking about some other man being dreamy or whatever you said,” Max added.

You laughed lightly as you nuzzled yourself further into his embrace. “You are Team Conrad though, right?” 

“Of course, Trouble,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Now for the love of god, please fucking go to sleep.”

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[miley1442111]

back to chicago-c.berzatto

a/n: i'm probably going to make this two parts (or more) because I really like this idea so this is part 1. i imagined a fem reader and it's mentioned quite a few times but as usual, imagine what you like. SET AFTER SEASON 2

summary: a double date with your boyfriend at the Bear can only go well, right?

pairings: carmenberzatto x femreader (complicated relationship), platonicthe bear x reader, romantic oc x reader

warnings: general angst, mentions of mikeys death

You and Carmen had grown up together, living across the street from one another. Your childhoods were wildly different, his filled with family drama and personal independence. Yours filled with absent parents and the necessity of independence. You went to school together, went to prom together (as ‘friends’), and you were each other's first kiss. Then, you went off to college for law and business and he went off to cook. You vowed to never go back to Chicago, but stayed in contact with Mikey until he died. Then you came back. You felt a debilitating need to see Mikey off. Watch him be put into the ground. You had hoped Carmen would show up. He didn’t. 

You had stayed in Chicago, you had the time and money. Being a successful lawyer in New York was a great gig. Straight out of college you’d gotten a job at a top law firm, and just last year you were made partner. Taking time off for personal reasons wasn’t questioned. Even if it had happened a year ago. Even though you were in Chicago purely for the reason of nostalgia. You’d gone last year for the funeral and this time it was just because something in you missed it. 

It felt good to breathe in the Chicago air again as you walked down the darkened streets, ready for a date at a new Chicago restaurant, The Bear. It was where The Beef had been. Devastating how someone just came in and wrecked all of Mikey’s work. You thought to yourself as you opened the door and searched for the man you were meeting. Adrian, an accountant you’d met at a jazz club, was a nice man. He was sweet and reliable, funny and kind and you both got along well. He was never too handsy and always on time… but you still feared full commitment. He waved you over and you sat beside him as he pressed a kiss to your lips, you smiled, greeting his friends. This ‘double date’ thing had been his idea. This restaurant had been his idea, and as you stared Richie Jerimovich in the face, a shocked dumb-founded look on his face, you remembered why you left Chicago in the first place You remembered Carmen always wanted to call his restaurant ‘The Bear’ and you remembered that there was no getting out of this. 

Shit. 

“Do you two know each other?” Adrian asked, a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back to reality. 

“Fuck yeah we do! Cousin, how are you?” Richie smiled, forgoing the formalities and pulling you out of your seat and into a hug. 

“Richie, how are you?” You mustered up your best fake smile, trying to keep the gaze of Adrian’s friends unsuspicious. 

“I’m great Bug, how are you?” he asked, using the wretched nickname you endured for all those years. 

“Bug?” Adrian smiled. 

“Childhood nickname,” you explained quickly. “I’m good, Rich, real good.”

“You're a fancy lawyer now huh? What was it, New York right?” 

“That’s right,” you smiled. You couldn’t ruin this dinner. Adrian had flown all the way from New York to see you. This was the first time in a month that he’d seen you. Adrian’s friends had to like you. You had to make them like you.

“Sugar’s going to freak out when she sees you,” Richie smiled. You followed Nat on instagram, but refused to like any of her pictures, not wanting her to reach out. You knew she was pregnant. “You won’t believe it, she’s pregnant!”

“Oh my god! I must congratulate her,” you smiled, not realising what that tiny statement would bring.

“I’ll take you to the back now! I’ll give the rest of you guys the tour after,” he smiled at the rest of the table and they seemed to be excited by the prospect of seeing the kitchen so you plastered on a smile, kissed Adrian’s cheek, and let Richie lead the way. 

As you edged closer to the kitchen, you could hear voices, but thankfully not Carmen’s. You turned a corner, pushed through the door behind Richie, and you were led to a small office. Inside sat Natalie ‘Sugar’ Berzatto, ‘Uncle Jimmy’, and Carmen fucking Berzatto. You let out a breath.

“Look who came in to say hi,” Richie announced, stepping to the side to stop covering you. Sugar and Jimmy’s eyes lit up and they immediately started to hug you, yet Carmen stayed frozen to his spot against the wall.

“My love, how’s New York?” Jimmy asked, his arms around you. 

“It’s great, everything I wanted,” you smiled. Your life was something you felt you could be proud of. You loved New York and you loved your job. You had great friends, friends that were practically family. You had Adrian, he was great and he loved you. Yet you still thought about the Berzattos daily. “Congratulations Natalie!” You turned to her, hugging her side due to her large bump. 

You exchanged small talk back and forth with Jimmy and Sugar as Richie and Carmen whispered in the corner. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but it worried you. 

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carmen

There you were. Standing there, fucking glowing. And here I was, a stained white t-shirt on and a pair of fucking jeans on. You looked beautiful, the type of beautiful that would make me jealous of the guy you were going home to if I saw you walking down the street. What were you doing here? Why the fuck were you standing in my office, looking so damn beautiful, yet so unattainable?

“She’s here with a guy,” Richie whispered into my ear. 

“What?” I scoffed. 

“She’s here with a guy!” He whispered louder. I felt my blood boil. So you’re here, in my fucking restaurant, with some other fucking guy. Awesome. I searched your hands for an engagement ring, or worse, a wedding ring. I saw none and my ears refocused into the room. 

“So?” I sighed, feigning disinterest.

“ ‘So’? Your fucking girl is with another guy. In your restaurant!” Richie snapped. 

“She’s not my fucking girl anymore, stop talking outta your ass,” I shoved him, making him leave me alone. My words were deflections. Of course you were my fucking girl, you always would be. You were perfection personified in my eyes, even with any of your flaws. And I wanted you to be my girl, but I got so fucking in my head about it I couldn‘t ask, and then we left and went our separate ways. 

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You

“Look, I’d better get back to my table, my boyfriend’s waiting-”

“Boyfriend?” Jimmy cut you off. “I thought you and Carmy were dating?” 

“Yeah, when we were like 17-” You started but Carmen cut you off. 

“We never dated.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. Your smile faltered, then faded entirely and it was all Carmen’s fault. 

“Look, I’m sure my table is waiting on me to order, it was great to see you guys,” you smiled and left the room, walking back to your table, a sigh leaving your lips. 

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Carmen 

“You are such a fuckin’ asshole!” Richie shouted as Sugar and Jimmy sighed. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about ‘we never dated’? You’re still fuckin’ in love with her!” 

“Richie just fuck off ok! I don’t have to explain shit to you-” I started but I was cut off by Sugar. 

“That was such a shitty thing to say Bear! We haven’t seen that girl in fucking years and of course you had to fucking ruin it. We’ll probably never fucking see her again!” 

“I know that was shitty Sugar, I’mf fucking aware!” I started as I walked out of the office and into the kitchen. I wanted to make your food amazing. That was the only way you’d ever forgive me, right?

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You

You walked back to your table and answered any and all questions pertaining to your relationships with the Berzattos, leaving out that you had a crush on Carmen. You allowed yourself to peek into the kitchen window and you saw him furiously moving. He was mixing something? You couldn’t see. Adrian’s kissing your shoulder pulled you back to reality. Adrian was great. He knew how hard tonight was for you. He knew about what happened in your childhood. He knew about what happened with Carmen. Adrian’s friends, Emilia and John both got up to take a smoke break and he turned to you. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, squeezing your hand.

“Fine, it’s just… messy, I guess.”

“Well you’re doing great. John and Emilia love you,” he smiled and kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t have picked this place if I knew, I just wanted to see you-”

“I know,” you smiled at him. “I wanted to see you too,” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he grinned. 

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he flirted. 

“So do you,” you simply said and he chuckled. 

“Such a flirt,” he joked and you laughed, a real laugh. He kissed you again, quick and sweet. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said matter-of-factly and his face lit up. You truly had no idea if you actually loved him. Your commitment issues were constantly getting in the way of your relationships, so you had to do something, telling him you love him, I admit, might’ve been a crazy thing to start with but, you were running out of options.

He kissed you again, less quickly but still polite enough to not be seen as improper. John and Emilia started walking back in, so you pulled away to see him with a boyish grin on his face. 

That felt… good? Like it was right?

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Carmen

I walked out into my own restaurant, nervous as I was when I was 17, asking you to the prom. All you have to do is explain the dishes. I thought to myself. I know my dishes. Richie walked behind me with the other two dishes in his hands, and I took a deep breath. There you were, radiant as ever, laughing along with what someone said. I would do fucking anything to just have your number so I could just text you sometimes. 

I walked up, standing beside you and your smile flattened, looking fake. 

“Hey Carmen,” you greeted. 

“And how do you know the owner?” John asked, excited about all of the attention your table was getting.

“We were-”

“We dated in highschool,”  I said before you could finish and John chuckled as your boyfriend put a protective arm around your shoulder. I explained all the dishes and placed them in front of each of your table. 

“Thanks Bear,” you mumbled and my heart practically stopped. 

“Well, thanks,” your boyfriend gritted out. I smirked. 

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(PART 2)

[jgroffdaily]

Interview by Jake Nevis, photos by Jenny Anderson - excerpts:

For Groff in particular, who’s earned a Tony Award nomination for his swaggering turn as the prodigious composer Franklin Shepard, the experience of starring in Merrily We Roll Along is provoking a tender sort of reappraisal of the wide-eyed, closeted 20-something who arrived on Broadway two decades ago in Spring Awakening, tending his own dreams. “There’s so many powerful parallels and I’m feeling the opportunity to release a lot of the tension I was holding at that time,” he told me earlier this month over coffee in Greenwich Village (just before showing face at a Tony’s luncheon). “This character feels like an exorcism of the lightest and darkest parts of myself.” With easy candor—and a charm not dissimilar to the kind he demonstrates in the role—Groff opened up about learning to live without shame and what Looking, the polarizing HBO series he starred in from 2014 to 2016, taught him about show business.

JAKE NEVINS: Hey, Jonathan. Congrats on your Tony nomination.

JONATHON GROFF: Thank you so much.

NEVINS: That’s exciting. How do you feel?

GROFF: Oh my god, I feel super emotional. I’ve been crying a lot these days. Last time I was nominated was during Hamilton, which was like seven or eight years ago. And I wasn’t in the show when the nominations happened. I had left to do a TV show. So this is the first time since Spring Awakening that I’ve experienced the intensity of awards season on Broadway while being in the show. I’m having a lot of flashbacks to being 22 years old.

NEVINS: What were your first encounters with Merrily in particular?

GROFF: Gideon Glick, who was in Spring Awakening with me, sent a text to the Spring Awakening text chain saying, “This documentary came out called The Best Worst Thing That Ever Could Have Happened. And it’s devastating and beautiful, and it reminded me so much of us. You all have to go see it.” So I watched the documentary about Merrily that Lonny Price made and was blown away by it. At the Hollywood Bowl, I had done Sondheim on Sondheim, where I sang the role of Frank in “Opening Doors” and Jesse Tyler Ferguson did “Franklin Shepard, Inc.,” so I knew the songs from there. Funny enough, we had just finished our Spring Awakening reunion concert, which was in the fall of 2021, and we were making a documentary about the concert and about the show. The Merrily doc was a big inspiration for that because of how they went back and forth and showed them as kids and showed them as adults. And then in January 2022, me and Jim Carnahan, who cast me in Spring Awakening 16 years before, were in a film club during COVID. After we saw 8½ at the Film Forum in January 2022, he said to me, “We’re going to come to you with an offer for Frank in Merrily We Roll Along. Do you know the show?” And I was like, “I know pieces of it, but I don’t know the show.” Maria’s production in London was on YouTube, so I watched it and I died for it. I just thought it was fucking genius, never having seen it and obviously knowing from the documentary that the show was originally a flop. So it took six months between January and June 2022 for us to figure out the dates. Dan [Radcliffe] was already attached to play Charley, and then Lindsay [Mendez] came on, and then we were off and running.

[Jonathan on reactions to Looking] And I was like, “Whoa.” That was when I started to learn the art of walking with an open heart and also protecting myself.

NEVINS: What does that look like?

GROFF: It’s like, having empathy and respect for the haters and honoring them and understanding that that opinion can exist and I can still be in my lane and express myself. Just because someone says it’s terrible doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth making.

NEVINS: Well, I’ll leave you with this. What’s the status of your inner voice? By all accounts, you’re living your dream, but I don’t want to draw any conclusions.

GROFF: This feels like it’s been a rebirth, a bit of a renaissance, and a release. It’s like I’m re-experiencing what I experienced when I was 22 with Spring Awakening, but now as a flashback, which is what Merrily is about. I moved to New York in 2004, 20 years ago. This show takes place over the course of 20 years. It’s about three friends. Spring Awakening was about these three characters. There’s so many powerful parallels and I’m feeling the opportunity to release a lot of the tension I was holding at that time. It feels like this opportunity to tap back into that 20-year-old I was and release all of the baggage from that time. I’m feeling more like myself than I ever have. This character feels like an exorcism of the lightest and darkest parts of myself.

NEVINS: An exorcism that ends with a Tony, hopefully

GROFF: Oh my god.

[ateriblewriter]

Can You Feel the Love (j.h)

Enjoy!

It was a typical summer day for you. Nothing really going on but off season training. You were tired after a long day of working. A night of relaxation with your housemates was just what you needed. You might have been a little too distracted with your plans that you didn’t man in front of you.

“Watch it asshat!” You chirped loudly enough for the man who bumped into you to hear. You knew it was an accident but it was still rude for the man not to turn around and at the very least apologize for hitting you.

“What?” The man stopped in his tracks to turn around and face you. He looked familiar. You knew him from somewhere. Only you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It will come to you eventually. “Did I run into you?”

“Ya, you did buster.” You rolled your eyes as a look of annoyance spread across your facial features. Who was this person? You knew him.

“Well I’m sincerely sorry. Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital or something?” He jokingly laughed. You knew that laughed, you had so many good memories contributing to it. Finally it hit you like a ton of bricks, this handsome man in front of you was your best friend from your childhood.

“No, no. I’m just fine Jack.” He looked good from the last you had seen him, not much had changed. His hair was a bit longer, but you still wanted to run your fingers through it.

“Y/N?” It took him a moment to see who you really were. But when you gave him another one of those signature smiles and your eyes crinkled, it struck him just like it had hit him. All those feelings came rushing back, like they did the last time he saw you. “Oh my god. How have you been?”

The two of you stared at each other as both of you gave each other an update about your lives nowadays. He mentioned playing for the Devils, and you talked about playing for your college’s team. You couldn’t help the old feelinging bubbling back up. Love was in the air tonight. You could definitely feel it.

Jack could have stayed there in the middle of the sidewalk conversing with you all night, as if no time had passed at all. A clear voice coming from behind his was the only thing to drag out of the trance he was in.

“Oh right. Y/N this is Trevor and Cole. Guys this is her. This is Y/N.” The hearts in Jack’s eyes were visible when introducing you to the men that flanked him. Trevor gave you a skeptical look assessing you up and down, where as Cole produced a large smile and waved at you. You knew exactly who the men were, you were an avid hockey fan after all. It was still exciting though to be introduced to his friends.

After a few more minutes of catching up, you knew it was time to go. You could tell the boys Jack was with were getting inpatient. Well mainly Trevor was. So you bid your goodbyes.

“No wait.” You turned to make your exit from the group of friends when Jack reached out to clamp his hand round your wrist. He just found you again and he wasn’t quite ready to let you go yet. “We’re just going to that little place around the corner, come with us.” The sweet man gave you a look that you couldn’t resist.

“We’re fucked aren’t we?” Trevor and Cole followed the giggling couple holding hands making their way to the little hole in the wall restaurant. Cole expressed that he had no idea what Trevor was talking about. “I can already see what’s happening with them and they don’t even see it.”

“They’re just friends. It’s kinda cute.” Cole didn’t see it the way Trevor did. It was sweet and cute in his eyes.

“No Cole. Don’t you see? Cute is just the first step. They’re going to fall in love and you know what’s going to happen then right?” Trevor stopped in his tracks, dragging his friend with him. “Jack is going to forget about us and then our trio is going down to just the two of us. All those carefree days with us are history. In short. He’s doomed.”

“Stop being so dramatic Z. They’re fine. So what if they’re holding hands and talking and walking way to far ahead of us.” Cole came to same realization that friend did. “Oh my god you’re right. Let’s ditch em. Who needs Jack anyways.”

“Yeah. Let’s just go.” Trevor pouted knowing all their plans for the summer were now either going to be interrupted or changed completely. “I hate her.”

Please let me know what y’all think! I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, and complaints!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Spoilers for the Taskmaster season 16 finale below the cut.

Oh my God, Sam. Oh my God. You had to do that to me, didn’t you? You had to bring in a lackluster final prize and not do anything good enough with a doughnut (and that should have been a very Campbell-oriented task), just to make it interesting until the last moment. Come on, Sam. You had such a massive lead a few weeks ago, and I appreciate you wanting to do us the favour of creating some suspense in an exciting finale, but this was taking it a bit far.

I mean, I don’t think Sam Campbell is the only person responsible for creating the suspense. He under-delivered on the doughnut task, but Julian under-delivered (or rather, delivered exactly what we’d expect from Julian Cleary in a task that requires physical effort to do properly) on the exercise task, and I think his five points may have partly come from Greg knowing that would make the final task decide the winner. But still. It worked out in the end.

I have to admit that in this episode, as the scores got tighter, I got so caught up in the competitive side that I was barely able to enjoy the actual comedy. Except for the final filmed task, since that one was a team task where I knew the points wouldn’t matter as Sam and Julian would come out of it equally, and I’m glad that was the one that I got to sit back and enjoy. I love it when a Taskmaster season ends on a really big finale task. All of them try to end on a good one, I think, but most don’t deliver as big as this one did. I think the last time we had a final filmed task as great as this one was season 11, when they ended on the “Activate Jamali” task. That did feel similar to this, in that it was a big remit with lots going on, and they first showed the team of two fucking up a few times because it’s a really difficult assignment but they worked together and managed it, and then we realize that if the fairly competent team of two couldn’t handle this then the disjointed team of three will be a disaster, and then we get to watch the disjointed team of three be a disaster. Great stuff.

Every part of both teams’ attempts at that task was incredibly funny, I couldn’t ask for more from an end to the season. The way the Sues worked together brilliantly contrasted with the way JLS didn’t. Lucy trying to sing and play music for Alex. Julian finding a fire. Susan giving him her outfit. Alex was on absolutely top form, that might be the hardest Alex Horne himself has ever made me laugh on Taskmaster (I add “on Taskmaster” because he’s probably beaten it on No More Jockeys, but Alex has gotten some pretty big laughs out of me on Taskmaster before with his deadpan stuff, and his performance as Qrs beat all of them, I think). Susan dying laughing at the marbles and forks. Sam accusing him of committing a crime. Team Sues genuinely trying their very hardest and being foiled at every turn. The genuine sense of farce and sitcom tropes played perfectly. We don’t need a John Cleese-backed Fawlty Towers remake. We need one starring these people.

But I did spend the rest of this episode concerned that this was also echoing the season 11 finale in that some Australian had established a very strong lead throughout most of the season, started to lose it in the last few episodes, and very nearly squandered it altogether in the finale. Now that I think about it, are Sarah Kendall and Sam Campbell the only Australians to ever play Taskmaster UK? If so, that’s an amazing record they have, with a 100% victory rate. But they also have a 100% rate of making it fucking interesting at the end when it did not have to be. (I think Canadians have a 100% victory rate too, with Katherine Ryan and Mae Martin as the only ones to play so far, we need a season with both Alice Fraser and Phil Nichol for a Canada vs. Australia tiebreaker – though that might be a bad example as Canada would definitely come out losing that one.)

In that way, it actually reminded me of season 10. That was the first season I watched as it aired – in early 2020, I watched all nine seasons that had aired already, and then when season 10 started in fall 2020, I watched it one episode at a time. Partway through the season I decided I very much wanted Daisy May Cooper to win, partly because I liked her, and partly because I found Richard Herring mildly annoying and thought it would be funny to see him lose to her.

I’m still not sure why I found him so annoying. I recently listened to the Acaster/Gamble episode of RHLSTP, and James Acaster kept making fun of Richard Herring for trying to do every task properly instead of trying to be funny, which reminded me that Richard Herring should have been exactly the sort of contestant I like, as I love the ones who do that. The ones who are really competitive and care a lot about winning so they try hard to do everything right. I remember seeing season 10 and thinking it seemed a bit contrived in Richard Herring, like he was trying to seem like someone who was really competitive rather than genuinely caring the way someone like Ed Gamble or Rose Matafeo did. But at this point, I know enough other stuff about Richard Herring to think it probably was real, and I might like him more if I re-watched season 10.

Anyway, the point is that the ending of season 10, like the ending of season 16, very dramatically came down to the final studio task. In season 10, I’d been keeping track of the overall scores in my head throughout the finale, as I knew how they started and would know what it did to them after each task. So I knew Daisy May Cooper was up by only one point going into the live task, and then she built her bridge better than anyone else’s and I thought she had it, she definitely had it because Richard wouldn’t be able to beat that – and then her bridge fell down and that was it.

I was watching that episode with my dad on his TV, and without at all planning to do so, I may have shouted the word “fuck!” fairly loudly when that happened. I obviously didn’t plan to do so, because I don’t normally shout the word “fuck” in the presence of my father. Not that I can never swear around him at all – we have what I think is a normal relationship with swearing to have with your parents when you’re an adult, which is that you don’t have to pretend you never swear. But I do tone it down around my parents out of basic respect. Except when I am so emotionally invested in a TV moment that I get so genuinely upset when it goes wrong that I forget where I am and just yell at the TV.

Honestly – sorry to get slightly more cheesy than this silly comedy show deserves here – that was kind of a big thing for me, at the time. Just knowing I still had the capacity to have that feeling, of being that invested in something that does not matter, enough so I forget where I am and yell something. I’ve said many times that Taskmaster was my way of coping with the lockdowns, but that was a reminder of just how literally I mean that. It wasn’t just an entertaining thing to watch while I had nothing else to do. It was a decent proxy for sport when no sport was available. I think, after spending over 15 years deeply invested in an actual sport, I had gotten genuinely addicted to the neurological chemicals that get activated when you care about the outcome of a competition but don’t yet know that outcome, and Taskmaster was the methadone that I used when COVID took away actual sport and I couldn’t just go cold turkey on said chemicals.

Again, I realize it sounds very weird to call the competition between Daisy May Cooper and Richard Herring on Taskmaster season 10 a significant emotional event for me, but it kind of a little bit was. I remember writing a post that night on this blog (this blog, at the time, was only a few months old), describing my reaction and saying I was rather relieved to know the part of me that could get that invested in competition was still there, because I hadn’t used it in so long and I’d almost forgotten how it felt, aside from a general sense that my life was emptier without it.

To be clear, I am not saying Taskmaster actually fixed the emptiness that occurred in me when lockdown took away sports – obviously, Taskmaster does not provide the same fulfillment as actually participating in actual sports. A huge part of what makes sporting moments special is the fact that I participated, whether my participation was as a coach or as an athlete. Whether it was doing my own training or training someone else, it still meant hours and hours across months and years and years of preparation. Every moment of sporting glory is special because of the many non-glorious moments that we did because we were dreaming of creating that moment. We worked hard for it, and that’s why we get to enjoy it. Or, if we lose, it feels awful but at least it feels like something, the sort of something that just didn’t happen anymore in a COVID world. COVID didn’t just make me miss winning, it made me miss fighting, even miss losing, because, and I’m really sorry for not being able to think of a less cliché way to say this, that was still a moment of feeling alive.

Obviously, watching the comedy panel show Taskmaster did not provide any of that, so I don’t mean it could literally replace sports. However, it did activate just a little bit of the adrenaline that comes from competition, the part that’s associated with caring who wins something and having a bit of jeopardy where you don’t know if it’ll happen. And then being very happy or very angry about the outcome, but knowing that either way, it doesn’t genuinely affect your ability to live.

That last part is key as well. This is something Andy Zaltzman describes better than anyone I’ve ever heard – he has a bunch of material about how sport is the best thing in the world because it’s a safe way for us to have all the excitement that humans naturally crave. We get to take risks, get scared and upset and excited, feel alive, feel like our life has a real purpose and that purpose is being fulfilled – but it’s just something we made up. People recognized that human beings like that kind of excitement, and set up these things called sports that have preset parametres that we all agree to buy into, we all agree to care and to imbue them with meaning simply because we all agree that they mean something, but at the end, no matter what happens, no one fucking dies (usually). And that’s a big thing that I missed in 2020.

I’ve seen people say it’s an American thing to care who wins in a panel show, and I think that’s because American game shows have a big cash prize so the winner actually matters, so people think American fans who care who wins British shows believe there’s also some cash prize there. But I know there isn’t one, I know it doesn’t actually matter in the actual real world who wins. And that’s the point. If there were really a cash prize, then I’d have to pick my preferred winner based on who needs it most. Which in this case is none of them because they’re all varying levels celebrities, some much more famous than others but all successful enough to at least be financially stable, so I’d think about how this money shouldn’t really go to them and would be better spent on causes that matter. And then it all gets less fun. I don’t want to cheer for an already rich and successful person to win money. I want to cheer for someone to win in a sport-style situation where the outcome doesn’t have any genuine real-world importance, but it matters within these parametres because we’ve all agreed to believe it matters. That’s the part that I like.

Anyway. What the fuck was I talking about, again? Oh yes, Sam Campbell throwing a ball on to some other balls more successful than some other people. But God, it was exciting, wasn’t it? I may have complained about him making it unnecessarily interesting, but on the other hand, it’s so much fun when things are interesting. This time I watched the episode by myself, on a big projector screen belonging to the rich couple for whom I’m housesitting, and that’s for the best, because there was no one around to hear how much I yelled at the screen during that least bit. Both when Julian’s ball fell off the thing and It thought that might decide it but maybe there would be another round somehow, and then when Sam’s stayed on and that was it. Victory! It might be the hardest I’ve yelled at a Taskmaster screen since the end of season 10, and this time it went my way!

It's 2023 now, and I'm no longer so desperate for a bit of adrenaline or excitement in life that I need to turn to Taskmaster for it. Sports are back, I've been back at mine, in a reduced capacity due to a whole bunch of factors and I'm having a bit of an existential crisis about it but that's a different issue. The point is, though, that I do still enjoy that aspect of this stupid fucking television show. In addition to how funny it is when Alex Horne makes sly Fawlty Towers references and then requests a bedtime story with a straight face. Or when Julian Cleary explains that Lucy Beaumont is playing a horn because she's French. It's all good. Everything about the show is good. This was a great season.

[aryastark-baratheon]

I would like to take a moment and say CONGRATULATIONS to Turkish television industry. You guys know your shit. I recently started watching all kinds of Turkish tv shows and BOY ARE THEY GOOD. They’re really more like soap operas and I hadn’t watched any of those in YEARS but I am loving all the shows I’ve watched so far! Sure, the world of turkish tv shows is a little ruthless. Apparently channels cancel shows and also kill off main characters without mercy or simply give the shows poor endings and don’t give two shits about the viewers, but still, overall, it’s been totally worth it. I especially want to say that I am still completely SHOOK AND AMAZED by “mrs. fazilet and her daughters”.

This was a LENGHTY show, ok? I usually don’t have the patience for so many episodes, and LONG ASS episodes too, but I ate this up so fast, I barely slept for two weeks. Of course this is a MELODRAMA on STEROIDS, like seriously, the amount of drama and problems is literally IMPOSSIBLE and at one point I just felt sorry for the poor characters 😂 they literally don’t have one single minute of peace until the very end. But, oh my GOD, it is absolute GOLD. I adore this kind of family drama, it had everything I love to see: first of all, GORGEOUS PEOPLE, TURKEY I APPLAUDE YOU FOR PRODUCING SUCH BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. Second of all, truly one of the absolute BESTEST love stories and love triangles I have seen in my whole life. Also, intrigue, family issues, fake and real pregnancies, dangerous secrets, a fair amount of angry/jealous psychopaths, ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS AND PERFECT IN EVERY SENSE RESCUE SCENE, pretty damn good redemption arc, also a pretty fucking amazing and unexpected corruption arc (could have been better developed in the last episodes and had a better ending, but still pretty solid). I mean, it has so many good elements.

Of course the star of the show is without a single doubt Yagiz Egemen (look I don’t know how to use your Turkish letters k, so just bear with me). What a brilliant male characterization. Definitely one of my favorites EVER. This man is amazing and the reason why I’m 31 and single is because I am waiting for a man like Yagiz. He is such a lovable and REAL character. He is good, kind and honest. He has such an amazing sense of integrity, he’s loyal, he’s mature, he’s responsible. But he also has flaws, which makes him all the more amazing. Yagiz is a perfectly developed character in my opinion. A perfect hero. Obviously Hazan was just as much of an amazing heroine, which absolutely made me go out of my mind obsessed with this couple and their love story. I also loved Hazan’s character development and how she really grows into a more mature and confident woman throughout the show, without ever losing her essence. It’s truly beautiful and exciting to see how their story plays out. There are so many obstacles and it was truly high quality entertainment to see them overcome each and every one of them and end up together. I also loved that towards the end it’s Hazan who has to fight for them while Yagiz is pushing her away and not the other way around.

I have to say I also absolutely love what they did with Sinan. I mean, obviously Sinan is a despicable character and I went from sort of liking him in the beginning , to kinda disliking him towards the end of season 1, to straight up hating his fucking guts in season 2, but I loved that ultimately he became a villain. And a good one too. It was something that I really didn’t expect and loved to see play out, even though my first critic is that I think they dragged the show too much and left the best parts (i.e., Yagiz and Hazan finally admitting and confessing their love for each other and Sinan’s corruption arc) for the last 10/12 episodes, so I think they could have done a better job here, and given us more screentime of Yagiz and Hazan as an actual couple or at least trying to be a couple. My shipper heart was not so satisfied, but alas.

Now moving on to Ece. I love Ece. It’s really amazing to see how all of the characters really grew throughout the show. But I think Ece’s arc is the one with the most growth. She starts out as a weak-willed, way-too-naive-almost-kinda-dumb, also kinda shallow teenage, and ends up as a strong, kind, loyal and compassionate woman. I love Ece’s and Hazan’s relationship and I ADORED Ece’s and Yagiz’s relationship, especially in season 1. Things were rocky between them in season 2, but I loved the fact that Ece was the first one (after Yagiz, who already knew he was in deep shit at this point) to notice the HUGE, BLINDING sparks flying between Hazan and Yagiz and then obviously loved how she kept trying to bring them together and basically forced them to admit their feelings for each other. I MEAN SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT, AMIRIGHT? You go, Ece! I adored Ece’s relationship with Hazim. I don’t really like Hazim and think he was kind of a really shitty father in general (I feel empathy for him but he raised some SHITTY people man), but he was always pretty fucking amazing and incredibely kind with Ece and I found their relationship very sweet, however weird. I loved seeing their cumplicity, kindness and trust in each other.

Now, come @ me: I FUCKING LOVE YASEMIN. Is she kinda evil? Yeah. Is she totally ruthless? Yup. Did she cross all kinds of boudaries? Definitely. But, much like Gokhan, in the end, I don’t care. I don’t think she was justified, but her backstory just makes sense with her actions, alright? This is a woman willing to do everything to prevent herself from suffering what she’s already suffered in the past. Also she’s so fucking smart, beautiful and a baddass. And I always knew she truly loved Gokhan. I loved their ending.

Also, I really loved seeing how many things in common she has with Fazilet, who, last but no least, is an amazing character. She’s that sort of grey character that you simply can’t not love. Did I hate her and wish her dead when she started coming between Yagiz and Hazan? FUCK YEAH. But overall, I love her. She’s a strong and intelligent woman willing to do literally anything except killing, to achieve what she thinks is best for her daughters. Of course her mindless ambition and her ruthlessness becomes much more clear in the end. She is an extremely flawed, yet amazing character and the one thing I truly disliked in the ending was that there wasn’t a final scene with all them together as a family, and by them I mean Hazan, Yagiz, Ece, her baby and Fazilet. I’d really love to have seen that before her final scene on the boat which I thought was extremely powerful and the perfect way to end the show.

I felt like the ending was a bit rushed, like they suddenly decided to end the show and had to wrap everything up quickly in like one episode. I sorely missed a scene between Yagiz and Hazan actually saying “I love you” to each other like OUT LOUD and kissing. But overall, watching this whole show was an amazing experience and it was very much worth it. I loved every moment of it, it got me into the Turkish tv shows and it is right up there as my top favorite!

[engagemythrusters]

time to watch what is, I am assuming, the most fucked up shit to ever happen to Mr Crosshair CT9904

God I’m excited to finally see him again!

LOOK IRS MY LITTLE BITCH

Retirement huh

“CT-9904, you’re out of uniform” (puts on helmet in the bitchiest way possible)

I hate this guy. Look am at him. He’s so punchable

OHHHH crosshair beeing snappy about clone hare

Also yeah I wanna punch that guy

But god I think… crosshair finally… finally realising how sucky the empire is…

Crosshair and his bigass backpack

Oh my god I can’t see why is everything so dark

BEARD CLONE

handsome boy!

I love this commander clone

YOU LITTLE BITCH YOU IDIOT I hate you lieutenant nolan

Oh god… oh god the line of helmets… oh god my heart breaks

Mayday I love you <3

The hesitance before he says crosshair… smthn smthn analysis time for me later

I love his wrapped armour

OH NO His eyes!!! He’s gotta be extra sensitive to that poor guy

WAIT NO

He just shot MAYDAY DIDNT HE

O H N O

Okay mayday looks okay… so maybe not…Thank GOD.

In my defense it looked like the person was wrapped up the way mayday was. So. Uh yeah. A few minutes of panick tee em there.

Oh no… oh the lines of helmets… god it kills me.

I am going to kill Nolan with my bare hands

OH MY GOD HE STOLE ARMOUR

oh fod he’s standing on a mine

There’s a lot of “oh gods” that I’m saying but it’s so true

“I could use the distraction” sir you’re disarming a mine. Please pay attention to that 😂

MAYDAY 😂 stop toying with crosshair Jesus

“They’re… gone.” They don’t HAVE to be baby you can just go HOME to them :’(

Maybe between Cody and Mayday… maybe…

literally the last ep of this season is called 99 right? So…

God I’m crossing my fingers… and my hairs haha pun that’s bad hehe ugh

SKDJRKS the sass between the two 😂

Oh boy the anksieties.

Crosshair gets a frien—

Oh my GOD WAIT.

No the All Quiet On The Western Front reference theh made…

MAYDAY IS GOING TO DIE ISNT HE…

F U C K

No mayday baby pls don’t go there no no no I don’t want you to die :(

(Soundtrack is scratching some itches in my brain tho)

God I’m so nervous :(

Okay he’s alive… maybe… maybe I’m wrong…

“We’re good soldiers. We followed orders.” Oh god I’m. My heart is breaking. He didn’t even have that order to follow and it was still activated for him anyway. How much did that change him? How much did he have to push through to be himself again?

Oh NOOO

Noooo mayday…

My heart is breaking I can’t do this oh my god

Hehe okay the arms did make me laugh through the tears hehe

Okay I have to pause for work purposes but just know I’m dying inside rn

RIP it did not save the rest of my reactions. I did come back and finish up but evidently what I wrote after all got deleted. Big frustrating ngl. i wanted to come back to this when the end of the season came to see how this compared to that.

But anyway. That ending cut me up so badly... my heart is aching my whole chest hurts. Crosshair... he is going through so much and now he has to go through more... they're going to make him hunt the rest of the bad batch again, aren't they? To get Omega to make Nala Se work again... PLEASE hasn't he suffered ENOUGH?! Why can't he be saved... why can't they save him... I can't do this. Please save him...

Good ep? I don’t know. My whole chest aches.

[ayrtonswnna]

ʚïɞ "a podium to celebrate" OP81

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oscar piastri x redbull!driver!oc

summary: in witch aria won't let oscar's first win be ruined.

warnings: fluff all the way down!!!!! this is all fiction and i mean no hate towards lando, i'm a mclaren fan and like both their drivers. swearing, english is not my first language, had to sacrifice lewis 200th win for this.

word count: 1k

"Oscar Piastri, P1! Oh my god! Always on my way!" Aria jumps in excitement as she enters the cool-down room, a cold towel around her neck as she smiles at the Aussie.

They are good friends; physically close, yes, but always professional and caring towards each other. Two rookies from the 2023 season, they've been racing each other since their earlier categories.

"It's my first job ever, you know." he chuckles softly, with a small shrug and a strange tension in the air as he approaches. "Good race to you too! I saw Babybull in my rearview the whole time."

"I’ve got to keep the pressure up," she jokes, wrapping her arms around his waist as he hugs her over the shoulders, playfully. "What happened? Is the car okay?"

"Yeah. Just team stuff." He shrugs again. "We’ll talk later."

And then it hits. A furious Lando Norris storms into the room, a frown on his face as he throws his Pirelli cap on the floor, his helmet making a loud noise as it hits the surface.

"Yeah, you guys surely can talk later." the Brit growls. "Good race, you guys."

"Would’ve liked your place, but yeah." Aria teases, something she often does.

Even a grumpy Max Verstappen on his worst radio days would crack a smile around her in the paddock. But not today, not the race vice-winner.

"Maybe if you asked... I was really supposed to give in. It'd be no news."

"Lando had to give me the position on the last lap." Oscar explains, trying to ease the tension and stop the sarcasm. "The team messed up."

"Oh— Yeah, that’s tough, guys." She sighs, now sitting down in her third-place chair, exchanging glances with the papaya boys. "I’m sorry. But hey! Double podium! Double the points, double the reason to celebrate!" Aria tries to lighten the mood, as the three of them now watch the race highlights on the big screen.

"Don’t act like Babybull and Madmax haven’t done this too many times."

Aria gets it. It’s a fucked-up feeling; swapping spots so late in the race might feel like a P20, it might be terrible. She usually gets along very well with both McLaren drivers, and that’s probably why she’s a bit surprised by the harsh tone in the older boy's voice.

Even the “Babybull” nickname feels off. She was given that name after winning her first race in her rookie year, driving for Red Bull and crying like a baby. Both RB drivers were together in an interview when Max jokingly called her a "baby driving a fast car." The name stuck.

"Never too many." she decides to let the conversation fade, trying to catch Oscar's eyes but failing.

The train of thought has its chance to choo-choo along until they’re getting ready for the podium.

She knows the Aussie driver well enough. He might be feeling terrible, and doesn’t even need to hear the whole situation to feel like the worst teammate in the world. Her head tilts up when she sees her engineer, as the winning trio walks up to the trophy ceremony, their bond strong enough that he knows what she wants to know, even from a distance as they prepare the backstage for the podium.

"Piastri had the lead, they messed up the pit call and Norris stayed out with the lead." the older guy explains, his lips moving just enough for her to read them. They had people in the way, so she has to use a bit if effort to understand. "They told him to switch, he didn’t want to. Obviously. Obviously. It took time to convince him, almost went downhill."

Her mouth forms a perfect "O" before the staff calls her up for the trophy. Aria could already think it was something like this. Mclaren been fooling around with their team decision and even though Oscar is just too polite when talking about it, she did hear some complains. This box call thing is a recurring issue, she listened to him talking about it and could notice the papaya cars having this problem during the races.

Minutes later, Norris is popping the champagne like he hasn’t in the past few races, while Aria’s mind holds her still for the papaya boys to celebrate their double podium. She slowly sets her trophy away from the chaos the area might become, looking at the center of the podium as nothing big happens. No big celebrations, just Oscar holding his trophy while Lando sprays the champagne with force, as he usually does, even if he hasn’t been in the mood for it in recent weeks.

Then Norris heads to spray the cheering crowd, leaving her best friend to celebrate alone. — Of course, if Aria wasn’t there. Her bottle spilling alcohol for a few seconds before she throws it towards Oscar, yelling a loud "2000s for the win!" and laughing as the boy is caught by surprise.

"You’re ridiculous." he jokes, spraying the liquid on her as they start to chase each other like two kids on a playground; their playground, the Hungarian podium of the Formula One championship.

For a while, the guilt and angst Oscar feels over such a controversial win can fade away, and that’s the thing about his friend, or whatever they don’t mind being called.

She is a stream of light — that’s what she does to people in her orbit. The boy is now grinning from ear to ear, finally celebrating his win, something he almost felt he didn’t deserve.

"Future’s looking bright, huh?" She sets the bottle down as they wave a last goodbye to the crowd. "I like sharing this life with you."

Osc nods, a few seconds delayed before he lets his eyes meet his friend's.

It really is like sharing a life; they’re around each other all the time, prefer eating in the common areas in the paddock just so they can have lunch together. They know each other’s parents, celebrate each other’s wins, and visit each other’s hotel rooms late at night. Physical intimacy, it might be happening tonight.

"Yeah, me too," he says, smiling, soaked in champagne, his hair hidden under his cap, his eyes squinting in the sun. "Thank you."

"For what?" Aria chuckles as they’re called off the podium.

"You know what for. I’m lucky to have you."

"We’re lucky to have each other."

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 357

The Star Beast

“The Star Beast”

Plot Description: the Doctor lands in London to find an old friend, a new enemy, and aliens wreaking havoc

I’M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!

I get we have to do this recap opening for new comers or whatever, but DID WE HAVE TO???

God, they miss each other so much. And it’s nice to have these three episodes of (potential) closure for them after seeing two other companions get closure from their Doctors last time

Am I mad FOR Ncuti that the Doctor didn’t go from Jodie to him? Yes. But man…….it’s hard to be mad to see David as the Doctor again

Of course the first person he runs into and tries to help IS Donna…and then tries to back out of helping because what if she remembers him?

Of COURSE Donna is continuing her streak of missing big alien happenings in London 💀

The nostalgia!!! The first of likely more than a few Allons-y’s!!! ❤️❤️

Donna’s daughter Rose also got Donna’s last name. I’m a Donna Noble fan til I die. She gave away nearly ALL her lottery winnings??!

Ohhhh Donna’s mom vehemently denying the existence of spaceships (…one’s not made here) to protect Donna 😭

Fuck yes!! Donna being a trans ally for her daughter l, being the kind of loving, affirming parent she deserves. Donna’s mom is imperfect but trying

YOU LOST YOUR BEST FRIENNNNNND, DONNA!! That’s what you lie awake at night thinking should be there in your life

I know the meep is supposedly super dangerous but it’s SO SO SO SO CUTE

SINCE WHEN CAN THE SONIC SCREWDRIVER MAKE PROJECTIONS

He CALLED DONNA HIS BEST FRIEND AND ACTUALLY SAID HE LOVES HER!!! You know what that is? Growth

All these seasons and I think this is the first time I’ve seen a young but still adult actor in a wheelchair. Good that it’s happened, took too long…and took too long for me to realize that

Meep talks like Gollum but us still so cute

Oh no oh no oh no oh no…I can’t believe I’m about to say “poor Sylvia Noble,” but poor Sylvia!! She’s got too many crises to handle that are really just one, and she’s NOT DOING IT WELL AT ALL

How many alien races are looking for this meep?!?!

Nooooooooo because watching this ON BERNARD CRIBBINS’S BIRTHDAY KNOWING HE IS NOW DEAD but I swear to all that is good, if this is another “great big outer space dumbo” moment. Donna just said Wilf “isn’t with us anymore,” and the Doctor’s gonna go waxing poetic…he just doesn’t live with the family anymore, right? He’s in a retirement home or something??

I was right. And both Donna and Sylvia called him an idiot for it 💀

Not to say poor Sylvia again, but like…their home is now being attacked and invaded by two different sets of aliens (well, one is humans being possessed by something alien), and she just wants to keep her daughter alive!!! But she keeps saying all this doesn’t exist. There’s no way to deny it now

Look, I’ll overlook the slightly hamfisted “did you assume the meep’s pronouns?” But I cannot abide by the sonic screwdriver 3D printing a barrier to protect the group from all the blasts happening in this house

You know the movie Cats Don’t Dance? The meep just took a turn more drastically evil than Darla

I mean…if you’ve never heard of the meep, you would one hundred percent fall for its cuteness

Donna’s heart is so good. She gave away her lottery money because it was a way she could help people living in danger, pain, and fear

Excuse me?? Did you just say “sounds like the kind of thing you would do”?? Like she’s starting to remember the Doctor? Maybe???

I kind of wish the meep had kept its cute docile demeanor while still being super evil. That would have been a little more interesting, but I recognize this is not a creature of my creation

SHE CALLED HIM THE DOCTOR

I love that he thinks telling Donna she can’t get involved actually means anything, actually means she won’t. You traveled with her before. She cannot be told no

Omgggg Donna’s “okay” when the Doctor told her that they could save London together but it would mean she would die. Like, on one hand, believable that Donna would be okay with dying to save her daughter, but imagine the pain of the lengths Sylvia has gone to for 15 years to keep HER daughter safe and alive.

He’s waking her like a sleeper agent?? Like the Winter Soldier??

Pffffffffffft, she’s so mad at himmmmmmm for being the inspiration for giving away all her lottery moneyyyyyy I’m dead

Fuck, Donna is so cool. Earlier sh said if anyone gave her daughter trouble she would DESCEND. And as she ruins the meep’s plans to destroy London she just yells “DONNA NOBLE IS DESCENDING,” explosions behind her and everything

Oh! Hello Rose!!

Wait…wait…wait…are they trying to say that the metacrisis of the Doctor Donna would eventually make her daughter transgender???? The implication does seem to be there (I can’t wait to unblock the Doctor Who tag)

She also passed down some of her memories of the Doctor and part of what made her Doctor Donna onto Rose…that part does kind of seem very wibbly wobbly biology

And they’re just able to let go of the metacrisis energy or whatever?? I mean, they had to get around it somehow to be able to do two more episodes and I’m glad Donna and Rose did it and not the Doctor…but I can’t help but feel like there could have been a more interesting way. I dunno…

Donna’s husband is so chill. I’m glad she found him

Ok I was gonna be a party pooper about the all white interior for the TARDIS but it’s got color changing lights which is cool

What a heartfelt conversation cut short by Donna spilling coffee in the control center of the TARDIS, making it go haywire, taking them WHO EVEN KNOWS WHERE

Ok Disney+…just because I watch ONE show with a man with some magical powers and artifacts with the title Doctor also starring a character who is a strongwillled red haired woman does not mean I want to watch Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness

[thelovelybitten]

vera’s first watch of south park — season five (part 1)

lfg babes i’m bored so lets watch

EPISODE 1:

LETS GO NEW SEASONNNNNN

KEPT THE BANGER INTRO YES WOOOOTTT

there’s a shit counter HAHAH LETS SEE HOW THIS GOES LMAO

BUTTERS VANDALIZING THE WALL

but tbh he slayed it

EVERYONE EXCITED ABT THE FUCKING SHIT LINE I CAN’T

kyle: i don’t give a fuck (SO REAL)

NOT THE CHEERS AND APPLAUSE HAHAH

huh ?? raining frogs ???

timmy SAID IT LETS GO

kyle is abt TO BLOW UP

sand in the vagina — cartman will not let him go

GARRISON NOT THE F SLUR

S H I T

what the fuck are these the seven deadly sins or sumth

cartman and his shirt LMAO

okay KYLE POP AWF he’s my smart bby boy

shit…twice, BFFR

chef helping the core four solve this stuff KING SHIT

CARTMAN STOP

no NOT KENNY ANYONE BUT KENNY PLS

okay who the fuck is this guy

no kenny looks so sick :’(

oh WHAT THE HELL

a rune ??? okay

LAS VEGASSSSS LET’S GOOOO

GANDALF???

MEECROB OH MY GOD CARTMAN WAS RIGHT

JIMBO IS A HOMOSEXUAL INTERESTING

shit counter thru the roof

not A WHOLE ASS DRAGON

CARTMAN LET IT GO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

KYLE PREACHING 2 THE GOSPEL ICONIC

oh that was fucking feral i did not need to see all of kenny’s intestines

interesting ep

EPISODE 2:

FIRST NIGHT OF SCOUTS ?????

yO STAN THAT WAS OUTTA POCKET

timmy being strapped onto the back of the pickup

BUTTERS

KENNY AND STAN’S DAD ARE SHOOK

JIMMYYYYYY

give timmy his spotlight pls

well. last season he got it so ig give jimmy it

not the homophobia….

OKAY JIMMY POP OFF

JIMMY PLEASE NOT THE PLAN B JOKE

TIMMY BEING ROBBED BUT I LOVE JIMMY

BIG SILLY GOOSE

YOU DO NOT SAY BIG SILLY GOOSE— YOU CALL HIM AN ASSHOLE LIKE A NORMAL KID

but dad, i was just trying to—

STANLEY YOU CALL YOUR FRIEND AN ASSHOLE THIS INSTANT.

asshole.

CRACKED ME UP LMAO

troop 69 oh they knew what they were doing

jimmy this is so bad

oh BUT THESE IMPRESSIONS FUCKING SLAYED

okay BUT DON’T GET TIMMY I’LL BE MAD

jimmy deserved

homophobia is not cute STOP

oh MY GOD TIMMY KNOWS WHAT’S UP

kenny jacket is bad luck ig

the way jimmy avoided everything

jimmy ripping on timmy is not cool i’m mad

NAKED PICTURES ?!?!?!?! NOT THE CHILD PORNOGRAPHY

butters tryna explain they being exploited

not THE PUPPIES CARTMAN

OH THEY FIGHTIN

kenny’s parents and brother in the chapel aw

OH FUCK THEY GOING AT ITTT

everyone and their mothers watching two disabled kids beat each other up… weird

not THE NUTS

NOT IT BEING BROADCASTED

hc: all those boys are scarred abt their nude photos being taken and the unfortunate thing is the photos get leaked when they’re in college and it’s so bad :(

wait has kyle not been here the whole time.

WAIT

oh FUCK KYLE WASN’T HERE

prolly bc of his religion or sumth

anyways get the homophobes so true and real

real

wait what

timmy wyd

timmy OH MY GOD LMAOOOOO

okay that last bit was funny alr

EPISODE 3:

radiohead special guests???

cartman wtf u mean u got pubes

wait what the fuck

stan real

KYLE ATE

nah don’t mess w cartman

CARTMAN U DID NOT ATTACH THOSE—

oh lord…

damn scott gaslit the gaslighter

this what he gets for being 8 years old

EW

oh beg FOR IT HE SAID GET HIM

also cartman deserves it

WOW SCOTT IS RUTHLESS

WENDY IN FRAME I MISS HER

everyone is so… dumbfounded

GOD CARTMAN LMAO THIS IS GOING NO WHERE

uhm. this is so awk

undercover cartman

okay pls hold must feed my cats

okay am back

wait must control my cats

back fr

NED NO

also wtf

cartman pls this is a gag

scott one upping cartman is so iconic

YO CARTMAN THIS WAS GENIUS NGL

WHAT THE FUCK CARTMAN THAT WAS TOO MESSED UP

tbh don’t mess w cartman

anyways gonna go 2 bed will continue at a later date

EPISODE 4:

GOOD EVENING GAMERS IM BACC

let's get’r done

not the terrance n phillip shit i dispise them

they shitting their PANTS FOR T AN P

kyle real for waiting for those tickets

oh kyle abt to eat those words oh no

YO TERRANCE IS BIG BRO

wait who the fuck is this

“kenny’s a random slut” damn cartman

clyde i love u my son

THEY GOING TO CANADA MY HOME

phillip being part of an acting crew ok

cartman right kyle oh boy

KENNY’S ARM WHAT THE FUCK— HE GONNA BLEED OUT

NOT HIS OTHER ARM :’((((

i’m sad abt kenny this is torture

mid ep :/

EPISODE 5:

oh damn… i’m sorry cartman

oh no wait this boy being ungrateful as normal

HUH SHE LEFT CARTMAN 1 MILLION DOLLARS

OH NO EGOMANIAC IS ON THE RISE

WENDY WYD FOLLOWING CARTMAN

kyle being real part 8393659373

he gonna. buy a whole ass amusement park for himself

NO NOT THE HEMORRHOID

not style angst

CARTMANLAND how fucking fitting.

style gonna beat his ass as they should

I NEED MY CWEAM— I NEED MY CWEEEEEEEM

properTAH

kyle in his delulu era

butters and clyde icons

STAN LSNDNCHSJDNCN I WISH U GOT AWAY W IT

KYLE U BETTER NOT DIE

kenny got bodied by that pole

kyle PLEASE MY SON DON’T DO IT

I LOVE WHEN KARMA KICKS CARTMANS ASS

“YOU ARE UP THERE ;”)” KYLE DSKHGHDSGSJJS UNHINGED

[cdyssey]

Just a little bit to go before the final poll ends! Squeezing in my “Teacher Conference” rewatch!

Ghdjenfns, I love the hangman cold open. It’s fun that Ava gets into it!!

Jacob and Janine are such dorks SKSNDNSNS.

“The only keynote I plan on listening to is the sweet, sweet hum of the indoor pool filter.” / “Yeah, I’ll know I nailed this conference if it takes me a week to get the chlorine smell out of my hair.” [Work Wives high five.] FHEHFJDJS. God, I love them so much.

“Jokes on you. I’ve been crossing the street by myself since I was three.” HARROWING.

“So what’s cool is that no matter what I do, no one’s happy.” The human condition. <3

The subtitle [EDM version of “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes plays”] is so fucking funny.

I love a good conference. It really is as exciting as Janine and Jacob make it out to be.

“Oh, you’re not missing PECSA-geddon. Who’s gonna watch our purses?” WJDNSN

“Cover me, Barb.” / “Oh, alright.” LMAO, and she stands in front of Mel as she nicks water bottles. WIVES WIVES WIVES. Mel’s little hand on Barb’s shoulder. <3

“And I, Barbara Howard, have already mentored seven young teachers.” QOQOQOOQJRJSJS.

Conference Barb and Mel are the best.

“You leavin’ already? Just like your ex-husband.” THIS LINE ALWAYS MAKES ME!!! FERAL FERAL FERAL

“Good to see you again, Bilbo. Glad you made it out of the shire.” Lol, they did a really good job in casting Kristin Marie’s actor. There’s something definitely Melissa-ish about her.

“These Janinas usually have bubbly personalities that cover up deep-seated mommy issues.” WKDJWKDN, FOUL, AVA.

(She’s not wrong, though. 😭)

One subtle trait I love about Ava is that she’s exceptionally good at getting reads on people. Her perceptiveness is usually enclosed in a joke, but it’s there, such as in moments like these.

The receptionist going “damn” when Gregory says that Amber dumped him ANDNJENS.

Janine getting that Gregory decompresses keeping his mind and body bush. Wah.

“White Tears, White Noise: How Uganda Saved White Me.” WOQOWOJSKWJWJSJW. The writers had such a fun time coming up with that title.

WW by the pool. 🥰 I still can’t believe I wrote an 8K fic based off this episode. What the hell was I on

Ava’s PECSA-geddon fit is everything to me!!!!!!!!!!

Mel putting her hand on Barb’s arm and that look she gives Dawn Nichols is so SNSNNDNS.

“I’ve had two plus one math-a-ritas.” ANNDNS. I love tipsy Barb.

Tipsy Teddie is so great too. They just get each other, and I love that in the season finale, they finally realize that, but the timing’s all wrong.

“I have consulted with my fibula, and she is not doing another lap, and it’s time for you to settle things with your sister.” ANDJWJNDNS.

Schemmenti sister mutual bonding over intimidating people. <3

The living classroom is utterly gorgeous. And the lack of music in this scene is such a good choice. The hush is romantic and intimate, a stark contrast from all the noise in the PECSA-geddon scenes.

THE KISSSSSSSSSSS. AHHHHHHHHH.

THE LANYARD PULLLLLLLLLLL!!!

The camerapeople apparently telling Gregory what Janine said about the kiss is a good subtle touch. I love when the show plays with the cast’s awareness of the characters.

I’m sorry, I don’t have any feelings about Jacob’s plot in this episode AKDNNDNS. Love you, Jacob.

“Last night, as the kids would say, was a film.” WOWOOWDKOW. Hungover WW, my beloved.

BARB’S SHOES DJWJJDJDNS.

“I’ve got my key in my bag.” Forever obsessed with the fact that we got one room WW confirmation. <3 I WIN. ME PERSONALLY.

Mel: “I didn’t take that comforter. It fell in my bag.” ANDJWJNW.

Gregory in that all black ensemble!!!!

Gregory turning around to say one last thing, but Janine’s already gone. 😭 Yeahhhh.

“That is bisexual erasure. I expected better from you.” WOQOOQOQOWJROEIEIDJSJDJDNDNS, line of the episode. My god

ABBOTT BRACKET [FINAL ROUND]

Holiday Hookah (★8.2): Janine is convinced by a friend to go to a popular hookah club where she runs into unexpected colleagues; Jacob crashes Barbara and Melissa's traditional holiday dinner and in the process begins to learn the true meaning of Christmas. Teacher Conference (★8.7): Staff members head to the Pennsylvania Educational Conference; Gregory reluctantly attends after a disagreement with Amber; Jacob finds himself charmed by the Addington teachers. Abbott S1-2 Bracket

[guess-my-next-obsession]

power outage

pairing: frankie morales x fem!reader

rating: E (mutual masturbation)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: everyday for the last week the powers gone out due to the monsoon season in AZ and this idea popped into my head. also this is my first frankie fic so be gentle!

You were in the middle of a shower when the power cut off, the storm outside raging without your knowledge. You shrieked at the sudden pitch-blackness of the bathroom, your boyfriend quickly rushing in with a flashlight.

“Did you hurt yourself?” He shined the light on you as you peaked around the shower curtain.

“No, just thought the apocalypse had finally happened. Got excited.” He feigned disappointment with a frown and a huff of his breath, putting his hand on his hip.

“Darn it.” You chuckled and stepped out of the shower, Frankie keeping the light pointed at your naked body as it dripped with water.

“I can’t look good in this lighting right now.” You quickly tugged on a towel, turning to watch as Frankie eyed you up.

“Lookin’ pretty good to me.” He gave you a half smirk as you walked to him, lacing your fingers with his.

“Lead me through the darkness and I might give you another peek.” You winked at him as you urged him forward, your free hand coming to rest on his bicep, hugging his arm for safety.

“Maybe this is the apocalypse.” He spoke up as he walked you down the stairs of your shared home, the silence and darkness making you grip his arm harder. “I didn’t tell you about this because I didn’t want to scare you, but since the world is ending, you may as well know that our house is haunted. Ghosts and shit everywhere. Like an infestation.”

“You’re not very good at scaring me—oh my fucking god!” Frankie jumped as you pointed ahead at nothing and shouted. You snickered as he turned to you with an unamused scowl, wagging your finger in his face. “That’s how you scare someone, toots. Take notes.”

“Toots?” You nodded in confirmation of your choice in pet name. “What are you? A construction worker from the 1940’s?”

“I’m down for some role play.” You winked and earned a chuckle from your boyfriend as he faced forward again, walking you to the kitchen where you kept the emergency tea lights.

“You’re playing with my heart, baby. Teasing me like I’m not ready to go 24/7.” You grinned at his response as the two of you found the drawer with all the candles, Frankie digging into the back pocket of his jeans and pulling out a lighter while you grabbed the fancy one from the drawer. “Alright, time to split up.”

“But…there’s only one flashlight.” You pointed at the light in his hand with a worried tone.

“Use your phone.” He gestured at you before realizing you were still just in your towel. “I’d give you mine but it’s on five percent.”

“This is why I tell you to keep your phone charged.” You reminded him with a frustrated click of your tongue, grabbing one of the tea lights and lighting it to give you at least a little bit of light to work with in the kitchen while Frankie took care of the living room and hallway.

Soon the entirety of the first floor was glowing with candlelight, allowing the two of you to more easily find your way around. There was still the issue of the summer heat that became more and more apparent with each passing minute.

“I was going to go upstairs and change, but I honestly think I’m just going to stay naked. Is that okay with you?” You asked Frankie as you walked into the living room where he was sat on the couch rereading this morning’s paper. His eyes turned to yours as though to check your sanity, making you chuckle. “I just wanted to make sure.”

“The clothes are the issue. If I had it my way you’d always be fully nude around me, querida.” He patted the couch cushion beside him and watched as you took off your towel, draping it over the back of the couch before you sat down beside him to join him in his mindless reading.

Frankie wasn’t paying attention to a single word on the page as you sat fully nude beside him, one of your legs draped over his knee to cool you down more.

“Why are we reading the obituaries?” You asked with a chuckle, turning your eyes from the page that you’d been reading to his face, just then seeing the hunger in his eyes as he stared at your center on full display and so close to him. “Oh, you’re not reading.”

“Nope,” he shook his head and dropped the paper on his lap before reaching one hand over, fingertips trailing up and down the tops of your thighs. You shivered at the featherlight touches, your eyes glued to his face as he watched his fingertips get higher and higher with each stroke.

“You wanna touch me?” You asked with a timid voice, spreading your legs even wider. Frankie nodded and slid his fingertips up your inner thigh before letting them inch closer to your heat. Your hips bucked as the pad of his index finger slid over your wet folds, Frankie moving the digit up and down, over and over until you were panting and begging for more. “Frankie, do…something.”

“Like what?” He brought his eyes to yours, both of your skin glowing and covered in a light sheen of sweat. You moaned as he dipped just the tip of his finger inside your entrance, nodding at the action. “Gonna need you to say the words, baby. You know that.”

“Fuck.” You moaned again and bucked your hips as his palm now cupped your wetness, not moving anymore since you refused to speak like he asked. “P-please. I want you to finger me, Frankie.”

“There you go, that wasn’t too hard.” He smiled as he dragged his index finger back to your entrance, this time pushing in all the way and curling upwards. Your head fell back against the couch at the action, a deep moan of satisfaction rumbling from your throat. The heel of his palm rubbed against your clit as he curled his finger in and out of you a few times before adding another. “Fuck, you’re soaking my fingers, baby. Hard as a rock thinking about how you taste.”

Your eyes peeled open at the loss of his touch only to watch as he placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean with a groan, a soft gasp spilling from your lips at the sight.

“Like candy.” His eyes locked with yours as he brought his fingers back to your entrance, pumping a few times before lifting them to your own mouth, allowing you a taste at your sweetness. Frankie moaned at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his digits, his free hand releasing his cock from the confines of his basketball shorts and pumping it in his fist. You whined at the sight, moving his fingers from your mouth and putting them back on your clit as you reached over and swatted his hand off his length.

“Not fair,” you scolded with a smile as you began to stroke him, your thumb rubbing over the tip to catch some of the precum that beaded there. Frankie’s soft moans turned feral as you pulled away to spit in your palm before returning it to him.

“Fuck, baby…that feels so good.” His head tipped back to relish in the pleasure as his fingers found their way back to your entrance, getting back into the rhythm of pleasing you.

“Wonder if we can make each other cum at the same time,” you purred as you felt that familiar tension start to build in your belly with each swipe of his palm across your clit, his fingertips targeting your g-spot with precision. Frankie moaned at the proposition, nodding his head and lifting it, leaning over to kiss you deeply.

“You close? I’m…I’m close.” He panted out as his forehead pressed to your shoulder, your head resting on top of his as you both focused on the tasks at hand. “Fuck, baby…you know just how t-to—fuck!”

“I’m almost there, Frankie, don’t stop!” You mewled out as the tension became too much, your body giving in to the pleasure in a blinding snap. “Yes! I’m…oh god!”

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he spilled all over your closed fist as you continued to stroke him through his high, your walls squeezing his fingers as he pumped you through yours.

As if on cue, the power flicked back on, the TV beginning to play the game that Frankie had been watching while you were in the shower. The two of you looked at each other with blissed out faces, chuckling at the sudden vulgarity of the scene—your bodies drenched in sweat and now covered in each other’s pleasure.

“Not a bad way to spend a power outage if I say so myself.” You nudged his shoulder and earned another chuckle.

“Not bad at all. Wanna go upstairs and pretend we’re still in one?”

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[showtoonzfan]

We got a gif for the new Helluva Boss episode, it’ll be coming in October. Obviously I’m not excited, I think after the dumpster fire that was episode 1, things will only go downhill further from here. What I’m really scared about is that this episode seemingly seems to FINALLY focus on Loona and Octavia, two characters who haven’t got the spotlight in awhile and desperately NEED development. Loona needing to get her behavior together, as well as Octavia running away from her parents is a decent setup for the two, but oh wait, we HAVE to have both Blitzo AND Stolas come after them, because we need more STOLITZ FAN SERVICE! Developing our female characters? Screw that, let’s just have Stolas come to the human world in a disguise, and pair up with Blitz even though the two’s relationship is currently in the gutter!

So yeah, my fear is that the Stolitz banter will overshadow the Loona and Octavia stuff, and…come on…at this point we all know it will. They’re probably be some more dirty jokes, or sappy scenes to make us feel bad for the two, as well as Blitz probably having no interest in Stolas AGAIN, only for the fans to immediately go “NO HE CARES!”. My prediction for the episode is still the same as before, Loona will probably find Octavia, interact with her, so meanwhile we can have more Stolitz banter because god knows we haven’t had enough. It seems like they’ll be mistaken for humans, (since this world of humans are so dumb for the sake of the plot) and be pulled into some movie set, leading to a fight scene to probably just pat out the run time. The last thing I want to say is that if Loo Loo Land didn’t lazily and unrealistically patch up Stolas and his daughter’s relationship, then episode DEFINITELY will. They’ll probably have another sad sappy scene, Stolas will apologize, and then things will be magically okay again, leaving only Stella the one note bitch to cause the rift between the family. What I WISH this episode will do is have Stolas finally tend to his fucking daughter, and just leave Blitz alone, giving him the Asmodeon crystal and breaking ties with him until he can get his shit together. But…we all know that won’t happen, even if they DO do that, it’ll be a sad scene where they try to make you WANT to see the opposite happen, when in reality it shouldn’t. Also…watch Loona not have any character development at all, and just go back to being a typical bitch after this episode, just like episode 3 of season 1 went down. This is ganna suck, I can smell it.

[iwadori]

Haikyu Boys when they make you insecure PT 2(Atsumu,Suna)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst,fluff

Masterlist

Atsumu:

You have been dating the great setter of the MSBY Jackals since your third year in highschool 

You’ve always been okay with his profession 

Even when it comes with the adoring fans he has (the ones that don’t necessarily like you..)

And the away games he goes to, that you can’t always go to because of your job.

You and Atsumu got to spend all of quarantine together, which was challenging at times. As you and Atsumu sometimes did have conflicting personalities but you loved being together for 8months + altogether. 

But now with the restrictions being lifted, Atsumu got to go back to practice and playing some games although you still got to work from home. Over lockdown, you do feel like you gained a bit of weight (which you didn’t pay much attention to since didn’t everyone gain some weight?) 

However, today you were scrolling through twitter, smiling fondly at the recent tweet ‘tsumu made about you;

@ ThebetterMiya: ‘Remember this @ *Insert your twitter handle here* ‘ 

It was a picture of the two of you in high school in your second year, with you giving Atsumu a hug just after his game against Karasuno. The memory made you smile, but your positive thoughts stopped after seeing a particular comment... “Y/N has definitely let herself go” it read.

 To your surprise Atsumu even liked the comment, you didn’t want to overthink things as you know that Atsumu just unconsciously likes comments and tweets without thinking all the time. But you can’t lie and say you didn’t agree with the comment. 

For the rest of the day, you spent your time googling and searching personal trainers and gyms that were open for you to go to and new healthy diet plans to try

.Atsumu came home a while later, tired and grumpy claiming that coach worked him extra hard in practice. Because of your newfound idea to start eating and being more healthy, you decided to have one last day of ‘letting go’ so your ordered yours and ‘tsumu’s favourite take out.

Whilst eating dinner, you were going INNN as you should  because this is basically your ‘last meal’ you were going to have. ‘tsumu caught onto your cavemen-like way of eating which made him chuckle a bit. “Hey babe, woahh you’re really hungry aren’t ya?” 

His comment threw you off, even though you know that he probably didn’t mean anything by it but from the comment on his twitter earlier and how you already feel about yourself it just didn’t help.

“Well what do you mean about that?” you say a little agressively “you think i’m getting bigger right?”

Your question threw him off guard since he didn’t mean that “well Y/N I know you’ve kinda let youself go a bit and you’re obviously not the weight you were when we 16 but-” before he could finish you get up out of your seat and rushed to your room with tears in your eyes, missing the end of his sentence which was “but I still think you’re beautiful” he murmurs.

He decided to give you some space for a bit, and before approaching he see’s your phone ringing (lets just say you and Atsumu have ultimate trust so you can answer eachothers phones :3) “Hello is this Y/N L/N” the person on the otherside of the phone asked 

“No, this is Miya Atsumu” your boyfriend replied 

“Oh! Miya-san i’m a big fan of you!” he started making Atsumu chuckle “I was just calling Y/N to say i’m available next week saturday to start training”

‘Training?’ Atsumu thought “Can I ask what training you’re preparing for with Y/N” he asks

“Oh I am a personal trainer.” he replied “ Well that’s all I can say, can you please tell Y/N-san to call me again so we can work out times.” he ended the call.

Atsumu goes into your shared-bedroom where he finds you on your laptop looking at ‘weight loss’ tips. He goes over to you and closes your laptop lid and pulls your hand to lead you to the mirror in the room. He stands you in front of it and puts his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful Y/N” he says, sparking more tears in your eyes “I think you misunderstood what I said earlier, you. are. goregous. babe” he says punctuating every single word. “Even, if you feel like you gained weight, or lost weight or whatever I will always think your beautiful. If you feel like you want or need to change I will definitely support you along the way, but I think you’re amazing Y/N.”

“Thank you ‘tsumu” you start “ I do feel a bit insecure about the way I look right now, and I’m sorry for my abrupt leave at dinner but I do feel like my body is gross but I do want to try to see myself the way you see me.”

After many efforts from Atsumu, you definitely fell back in love with your body wether you were bigger or small you didn’t care cause you knew you were beautiful either way and so did Atsumu which he reminded you of that every single day.

AN: Can someone give me a synonym for beautfiul lmao cause that’s the only word I can think to use lol.

Suna:

You and Suna have always surprised people when they find out that you’re together.

Since your loud and talkative personality mixed with his quiet and nonchalantness is that a word? seems to not work well for other people

But opposites attract right?

You just finished the last episode of Kakegurui and were excited for your boyfriend to come home so you can tell him about it. You and Suna have been dating for a few years, after you confessed to him in front of all the boys in the gym in your 3rd year.

Suna enters the house mumbling a soft “Hi Y/N” to which you responded back with “Hi suna” rushing towards your boyfriend with a big hug. 

He slightly recoiled back out of your hug making you frown, to which he used the excuse of ‘I smell bad from practice let me take a shower.’ Whilst he was in the shower you decided to make some dinner for you both since it seems that Suna is a bit ‘grumpy’ today.

Once he exits the shower, and gets changed, he sees the table set out with the delicious food you made. You exit the bathroom to see him sat down already eating his plate. “How do you like it ?” you ask him wanting to know his opinion on your food.

“It’s good” he mumbles, continuing to shove food in his mouth. A bit bothered by the lack of response, you decide to talk about the newest episode in the hopes of lighting the mood. “Last episode of Kakegurui was great Rin, you should’ve seen it I really love mary. She’s great, I am a Mary Saotome simp through and through I still didn’t get the game they played but who cares? I can’t wait for season 3 to come out, I’ve already ordered the first 3 volumes of the Kakegurui twin manga, do you think it’s as good as the manga since I do think it’ll probably be better since it is Mary-centric and who hates mary since she-” You ramble on not taking notice of the bubbling annoyance that Suna seemed to have.

“Can you just shut up Y/N” he shouted making you flinch “ You’re so fucking talktative gosh” he got up and left the house slamming the door shut making you jump again. 

Instead of wallowing in your bed you decide on going out the library to go and read a good book (something that always makes you feel better) forgetting the harsh tone that Suna used with you. You were only trying to lighten the mood...

You got too engrossed with your books to notice how the sun is now gone and it was pitch black outside, the librarian notified you that it was time to go, you figure that if Suna was back at home he would’ve cooled down now so you can have a proper conversation which to be honest, you didn’t really want one.

Once you enter your house, Suna rushes towards you enveloping you in a big hug murmuring a “Oh thank god I was so worried” he tried to give you a kiss on the forehead but you recoil out of it, just as he did to you earlier. 

“I think i’m going to go to bed Rin” you say quietly trudging towards your bedroom and getting immediately in your bed. Suna stood there in the spot you left him in feeling bad for what he said to you at dinner. He goes into you bedroom and see you on your bed and silently gets into it next to you.

“Y/N I know you probably don’t want to hear me right now, but I am sorry” You don’t respond but slowly move closer to him letting him put his arm around you. Because of your silence Suna continues to speak “Umm...I watched the last episode earlier and you were right Mary Saotome is the goat but.... yumeko is better” he said teasingly 

This made you smile, as this is what you wanted a nice moment with your boyfriend talking about the last episode of your favourite show. You spend the rest of the night arguing over which character is better and decide to start Demon Slayer together, with Suna enjoying your after episode talks that you have.

AUTHOR NOTE: I was really excited to write for Suna and Atsumu but I have a fat migraine so i’m so sorry for it not being thattt gooood today :// but I hope you enjoy it regardless