#I'm the only manager who keeps being put on all three weekend days

[steddieonbigboy]

ugh i need to talk to one of my managers about these damn rotas

[pickingupmymercedes]

Nervous - Lewis Hamilton

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Nervous - John Legend

pairing: Dad!Lewis Hamilton x Mom!Reader!

genre: fluff (tooth rotting one)

a/n: Finally managed to write something again, hopefully this writer's block thing is leaving.

wordcount: +1k

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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“Lewis, I love you, but that is not a star. That’s a lumpy potato.”

“It’s abstract!” Lewis defends, holding up his cookie dough creation with a proud grin. “And who says stars have to look a certain way? It’s unique—just like you, babe.”

I roll my eyes, but the corners of my mouth betray me, tugging up into a smile. “Nice save, Picasso. Put it on the tray before your daughter starts her cookie critique.”

“Too late!” comes a tiny, sing-song voice from beside him. Our five-year-old daughter, perched on her step stool, leans over to inspect her dad’s handiwork.

She tilts her head, squinting. “This one looks funny. Like... like one of Mommy’s squished pancakes.”

Lewis gasps, clutching his chest as if she’s fatally wounded him. “Not you too” he mutters, ruffling her curls as she giggles.

“That’s a clever one” I add, nudging him with my elbow. “Squished pancake vibes, 100%.”

“My daughter you said…” he groans dramatically, slumping against the counter like he’s given up on life.

“Smart like that? Could only be mine” I say, grinning at our daughter.

Lewis grunts. “Sassy as well.”

At the kitchen island, our toddler son, securely trapped into his bumbo chair, babbles loudly and waves a wooden spoon in solidarity.

He has no idea what’s happening, but he’s firmly Team Mommy. Lewis squints at him, narrowing his eyes.

“Even you little man?” he asks, dramatically clutching the spoon from our son’s chubby hands. The baby giggles, smacking his hands around like he’s won something.

“Lewis, just admit you’re outnumbered and start shaping actual stars” I tease, wiping flour off my hands.

“Just you three wait. Michelin star chefs will be copying this in no time.” he mutters.

“Michelin star chefs don’t make cookies shaped like alien potatoes.”

Before he can retort, our daughter tugs on the hem of my shirt, her big brown eyes blinking up at me with mischief. “Momma” she whispers loudly, “you’re making Daddy nervous”

I blink. “Oh, am I?”

She nods solemnly. “Yup. Look at him! He keeps doing that thing with his mouth.” She scrunches up her little face, mimicking him so accurately that I burst out laughing.

Lewis freezes mid-cookie-cutting, his mouth hanging open. “I do not do that” he protests weakly, though he’s clearly aware he was caught off guard.

I walk over, leaning against the counter beside him. “What’s this about me making you nervous, huh?” I ask, folding my arms and cocking my head playfully.

“I’ll always get like that.” he mumbles, focusing intently on pressing his dough into the cutter as if he couldn’t look up.

“I know” I tease, reaching up to stroke his cheek. Sure enough, his skin’s warm under my finger.

He glares at me, but the corner of his mouth twitches, betraying the smile he’s trying to hide.

“I love you” he mutters, shaking his head like he’s just realized something he shouldn’t ever forget.

“And we love you, half a star Michelin chef” I counter, using a kiss to the corner of his lips to steal a piece of dough and pop it into my mouth before he gets the chance to protest with that silly smile on his features.

And just like that, I’m thinking about all the other times he’s gotten that same nervous energy, like he’s still figuring out how he landed me.

Our first weekend getaway together. Two days at his cabin in Colorado, just the two of us, before his family arrived.

I hadn’t realized how much he’d planned, how much he wanted it to be perfect.

But from the moment we stepped off the plane, I could see it—the little glances, the subtle fidgeting with his watch, the way he’d ask, “You okay?” every ten minutes.

At first, I thought it was just him being polite. It wasn’t until we were standing in the grocery store, loading up on supplies for the weekend, that it clicked.

“Are you seriously checking the list again?” I asked, leaning against the cart as he meticulously went over his phone.

“Just making sure we didn’t miss anything,” he said, his voice a little too serious for someone debating between two brands of olive oil.

I couldn’t help but tease. “Lewis, it’s olive oil, not rocket science.”

He glanced up at me, his brows furrowed. “This stuff matters” he said earnestly. “You’ll see. The wrong olive oil can ruin the entire dish.”

I bit back a smile. “Didn’t take you for such a perfectionist. Makes me wonder if you’re this detailed about everything.”

He almost chocked with his own breath and quickly dropped one of the bottles into the cart. “Let’s just get everything on the list” mumbling, steering us toward the pasta aisle.

I tried to let it go, but my brain couldn’t stop replaying the scene.

Lewis Hamilton, the coolest man on the planet, nervous about olive oil? It was adorable—almost too adorable.

And it didn’t stop there.

In the car, he kept glancing at me like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out how to start. When I cracked a joke about him gripping the steering wheel like he was on a final lap, he just laughed nervously and turned up the radio.

I decided to let him off the hook, figuring he’d relax once we got to the cabin.

Except, he didn’t.

That night, as he took charge in the kitchen, it was like watching a man on a mission. He insisted on making penne all’arrabbiata from scratch, rattling off facts about the dish like a culinary professor.

And I was seriously content to just sit back and watch.

But then the pasta started sticking, the sauce splattered on his shirt, and he cursed under his breath when he accidentally added too much chili.

“You okay over there, Chef Ramsay?” I teased, leaning against the counter.

He shot me a sheepish look. “I’m fine. Just... give me a minute.”

And that’s when it hit me.

He wasn’t just trying to cook me dinner. He was trying to prove something—to show me he could do this, that he could impress me.

I remember my chest aching with how sweet it was.

“Hey,” I said softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to try so hard, you know.”

He froze, his hand hovering over the pot. “I’m not ” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

I reached out, placing my hand over his. “Lewis, it’s just me. I don’t need perfect pasta or the right olive oil. You’re enough. More than enough.”

His shoulders relaxed a bit as he took a step away from the stove.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice quiet, but the tension in his muscles still visibly there as I caught him glance back at the pan, as if the pasta might spontaneously combust.

I stepped a little closer, resting my hand on his arm. “Hey” I said, keeping my voice soft but firm. “I’ve survived worse culinary disasters. I set my toaster on fire trying to make a bagel.”

That earned a small chuckle, but he was still watching me carefully, like he was waiting for a catch.

“And you know what?” I continued, nudging him playfully. “It doesn’t matter if the pasta’s a little crunchy or the sauce has a mind of its own. What matters is that we’re here, together, with you overthinking pasta like it’s stock market.”

His lips twitched at that, a reluctant smile breaking through. “It’s not overthinking though” he mumbled, though there was even less conviction now.

I leaned in closer, lowering my voice conspiratorially. “I’ve had Michelin-starred meals and meals straight out of a drive-thru. Guess which ones I remember most?”

He raised an eyebrow, finally meeting my eyes.

“Trust me, Mr. Hamilton, you matter a hell of a lot more to me than a perfect pasta.” I stated, my hand squeezing his arm gently.

“But if you burn the garlic one more time, I’m ordering pizza.” I smiled as I took the edge off, at least for the moment.

We ended up eating slightly overcooked penne with sauce that was spicier than intended, but it was perfect because it was us.

I turned to look at Lewis, who was now wrestling our toddler into his high chair while our daughter clambered onto the table to grab a slice of apple.

The chaos of our little family felt worlds away from that quiet cabin in Colorado, but the feeling—the one where I couldn’t believe I got this man nervous about being perfect—was exactly the same.

Without thinking, I reached for him, tugging gently at his arm. He turned, eyebrows lifting in question just as I leaned up to kiss him again.

It was soft and unhurried, a moment stolen in the middle of a wonderfully messy afternoon.

When I pulled back, he blinked at me. “What was that for?”

I smiled, letting my fingers trail down his arm. “Just to show you I still get butterflies too.”

His expression softened, the corner of his mouth tilting up in that way that still made my heart skip. “Yeah?” he asked, voice low, before leaning in for another kiss.

And for a moment, everything else faded away.

“Ewwwwww!” our daughter groaned, dramatically covering her eyes. “Gross! Stop kissing!”

Lewis laughed against my lips, pulling back just as our son let out an excited string of babbles, waving a piece of toast triumphantly in the air.

I shook my head, grinning at the pure chaos. “We’re not as romantic as we used to be, huh?”

Lewis smiled, brushing flour from my cheek before reaching for our toddler again. “Nah, babe. But this is way better.”

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[shycoffeeland]

TONY STARK HEADCANON LIST

This includes: mental illness mentions (ptsd, depression, anxiety and their associated side effects)

Doesn't fall asleep until 3AM on a good day, has accidentally made himself slightly nocturnal.

Is on citalopram and hates it, but it's kept a lot of his anxiety at bay.

Forgets he shouldn't drink on his medication, and finds himself in spirals only to be reminded by his AIs once he's already starting to panic about it

He shows people he appreciates them by buying them things. Has no problem blowing three grand on the fly for a lunch at an insane elite restaurant purely just to say thank you to you.

Always has a headache and is always a bit dizzy.

It's rare, but it's a known thing amongst his close friends that he faints. He can't tell if it's an underlying physical issue, stress manifesting, or just exhaustion.

Gets chest pains every so often and always thinks "this is it. I'm dead." (The arc reactor is functioning perfectly fine)

Literally hates most people he interacts with and does very little to hide the fact he doesn't really care

ADHD. THE ADHD ON THIS MAN.

He has combined type and got diagnosed at 21, despite how early he graduated both college and high-school, he only ever saw doctors after his parents died.

Hyperfixates so intensely on making new tech for himself, to the point that if he feels he's almost got it, he won't leave his desk for hours and hours. Pepper has to literally pull him away to make him eat.

Doesn't 100% have a grasp on who he really is.

Had a Ton of weird phases as a kid

Very particular about what coffee he drinks, as he doesn't have real adhd meds; because they have heart-related side effects he doesn't want to risk.

Hates how everything feels when he's trying to sleep. He hates how quiet everything is, how dark and how much can happen with his guard down.

Blames himself for a lot but takes it out on other people.

His memory is insane. He'll remember just about anything you tell him. Random anecdote from when you were a kid and that's why you love going to the zoo? Guess what, you're going at the weekend. At the same time though, he often gets details badly misaligned because of how fast his head goes. (Strawberries in iron man 2)

His social medias are so entertaining and well put together, but his twitter is managed for him, and everyone clocked the difference between them instantly, so it's now an inside joke in-universe and there's tons of memes about it.

Pays for random kids college fees and gets them jobs at Stark.

Out of guilt, he set up an organisation that looks after people with severe ptsd and destroyed homes from avengers-related incidents.

Wears bleu de chanel

Keeps tabs on his loved ones when he can. He gets worried really fast.

Can't regulate tone and often ends up being incredibly offensive without even realising it

Doesn't do his own groceries and rarely cooks, but looks like an excited kid on Christmas when the kitchen gets restocked by an assistant

Had a masters degree before he had his drivers license

Gets very uncomfortable in deep conversations, but bites his tongue and listens when it's serious. He only really listens if he's close with who he's talking with though.

Goes for walks when he can't sleep or has a nightmare.

Has kneejerk reactions to loud noises, even if it's just a tray falling off a shelf and clashing on the floor, he's ready to fight and takes forever to calm down

Is horrible at dancing

Is amazing at guitar, and knows how to play all his favourite rock classics.

[dvpendable]

😥 & 🍝 & 💘

DETAILS ABOUT YOU › ANSONG MEME WEEKEND 001. current status: still accepting / not accepting! . . . 🌱

😥 — are you more prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for you to keep your cool?

"oh, want to hear a funny story? this just happened the other day," danbi glances up at insu, all smiles, elated to see him and answer his questions. she grins, mouth curving upward as she laughs a little, recounting the tale of her last shift at fresh fields. "my manager told me that i'm 'as cool as a cucumber' the other day. i didn't think people really used expressions like that any more, but it was kind of nice to hear." she giggles again. "the store was really busy around lunchtime, and we had a few people call out since there's some kind of bug going around. he said he felt like he was running around like a crazy man, but he said it looked like i didn't even break a sweat." a pause, and she lets insu in on a little secret. "but i have to be honest, it was a little trying towards the end. we had someone trying to get a refund for an apple that was half-eaten, because they ate the seeds and were scared an apple tree was going to grow in their stomach." she winces a little, recalling the woman screeching at the customer service desk. "needless to say, we now have a sign stating that our apples do contain seeds."

notes from rose: overall, danbi is someone who is really reliable and who most times tackles things with a calm, level-headed approach! if she is stressed, she usually tries to bury it deep inside and won't let someone else know unless she's very close with them and feels comfortable being a little vulnerable. she's the type to shoulder her own burdens, and doesn't want to worry or inconvenience anyone by saying she's stressed about a situation.

🍝— what is/are your favorite food(s)?

"truthfully, i have a bit of a sweet tooth," danbi says bashfully, a shy admission she doesn't usually let people in on - she's the type of person to gently remind you that you should be eating three square meals a day, softly urging others to get lots of protein and stay hydrated by drinking water, so to say that she would much prefer to eat desserts seems a little embarrassing somehow. "strawberry shortcake is my favorite, especially if the strawberries are really sweet and fresh." she taps the toes of her shoes together. "but i promise that i don't only eat desserts, so uhm - i'd say that my favorite food, if i had to pick one, is probably tonkatsu." she glances up at him, offering up an embarrassed smile as her stomach rumbles loudly in the space between them. "do you want to get something to eat after we feed the kitties? all this talk about food has me a little hungry now."

💘 — what and/or who do you consider to be the most important to you?

there's a pause as she considers her answer to his question - to simply name one or two things that were deemed the most significant in her life seemed all too simple, as over the past few months there had been many different things, and many different people, who had become so important to her. "you," she says honestly, with a soft smile. she couldn't remember what had occurred to her before arriving in ansong, but something inside of her told her that her days had been vastly more gray before living here. it felt as though they'd been cold, lonely - covered in brooding clouds, the feeling of a storm threatening to burst at all times - but now, there were no storms, simply blue skies and sunshine. color. even if she couldn't put a finger on why she felt that way, there was just something inside of her that knew it to be true. "our friendship means a lot to me. it makes me so happy," she pauses, threading her fingers together. "and i'm so fortunate, because there's so many people that i know i can count on too, like callum, who checks on me all the time, and nic and doyun, who always make me laugh, my friendship with yijung, hajoon . . . everyone is so important to me." another pause, and she looks up at insu with a gentle smile. "it almost feels like i don't really deserve it, but . . . thanks for always being here for me, insu. it means the world to me."

[bunnytalksf1]

BUNNYY i need your opinion on the Brazil GP right nOWWWW

well. i've been behind on talking about races in general but Brasil was a doozy

Interlagos is a track that always gives us brilliant racing, because it's so good for overtakes in the dry, and then in the wet it's about surviving.

I'm actually going to start with Alpine, because they clinched, somewhat incredibly, a double podium that leapfrogged them up the standings. Anyone who pays any attention to that team knows that Gasly and Ocon hate each other, and somehow this race was so insane that it managed to end the French Civil War. What the hell. Heartwarming narrative to end the triple header with. Two boys from France, from poorer families than most, on the podium together with a French works team. I'm gutted Renault is stopping its engine production, man. The passion lost is going to be so upsetting.

With all the chaos, Sergio Perez flew slightly under the radar, but I will be shocked if he keeps his seat next season. He's just not delivering, and hasn't been for a while. I truly believe that RBR were going to replace him pre-summer break, before the intervention of Carlos Slim and supposedly Liberty Media to protect merch sales etc.

Max Verstappen, what a way to silence the criticism. It truly wasn't going to be anyone else on race day. RBR played the strategy right, too. Those conditions were always going to be red flag worthy, so coming in was ultimately the wrong call. 133 days after his last win, a lucky break saw him go from p17 to P1, to take a win that just looked so truly inevitable.

Leclerc had a good race, too, despite only finishing P5. He got fucked over by Ferrari Strategy(tm), asking for a pit if they could pit him into clean air, but they pitted him into traffic. He was sort of saved by the VSC and everyone around him pitting under it, putting him up a few places before the actual safety car and the ensuing red flag. He made some really good moves on the starts, making up places both times. Got stuck behind Alpine a bit but ultimately did what he could. Held off Verstappen whilst they were alongside.

McLaren. Jesus. So we started the weekend with swapping Piastri and Norris in the sprint, despite Norris not having superior pace or being able to overtake and having to be helped with DRS to fend off Leclerc/Verstappen. They swapped positions again in the GP, which is fair, but Norris made two or three BIG mistakes in that race which cost him even when taking strategy into account. The first on the actual start, allowing Russell through, and then losing places on the safety car restart. The strategy is annoying: a hindsight thing, but-- oh well. I think Norris' comments post-race were rude, too, considering when he got a lucky SC win, Verstappen was there defending it, but that's by the by, ultimately.

The stewarding was SO questionable this weekend. I might do a seperate post about it, because theres a lot that went wrong, and some of it is more worrying than others.

Sorry for not saying more this race was genuinely so insane that i cant rly cover everything

[sparrow-in-boots]

i'm inspired so as a cont to this post, Clay headcanons that only make sense to me part 2:

Clay had several instances of carpal tunnel syndrome and other hand tendon issues. Some of it was from biting more than he could chew when working for his father, others from simply overworking himself during college;

His mother had a penchant for outdoorsy activities, particularly hiking and nature preservation efforts, and they would often go on trips to camp out and just spend time together. His father would accompany them when he was younger but with time it became a son-and-mother activity even as things grew tenser at home;

As a child he struggled with retaining spoken requests which made helping his father a bit of a struggle since he needed to memorize measurements and the right tools to bring him, so he got the habit of writing things on his hands and arms which followed him to adulthood. He used to get bullied about the ink stains on his skin and his parents even got a bit of a chiding about it at a parent-teacher meeting once, because the ink might make him sick;

Before that he once went around naming each tool on his father's toolshed, even writing them down on the handles. To his credit, Harold did his best to recall the names and use them so Clay could find them more easily. Even as an adult, in his head certain pliers are Julie or Thomas, and each size of torques are a different B name like Bob, Billie, Bernard, Bart, etc;

He'd rather die than ever, ever admitting to that particular habit to another human being, though;

One of the things he truly misses from when he was a kid and things between his parents were still nice, was their movie nights on weekends. Without failure, his father would drive them all after breakfast to the nearest Blockbuster or cinema, and they'd pick out a movie to watch together. Even when things got hard financially and in his parent's marriage, that was the one thing they kept trying to keep alive, though it often ended up in arguments and tense awkward silent drives back home;

Once he began to explore his sexuality, he started to use a clip-on earring on his right ear but never around his family. HHe never got it pierced so he didn't have to raise questions with a hole in his ear but also because his phobia of being stung in general;

As anyone who works with machines of any kind, he developed his own rituals for his computer as well as for when he started to study the Animus software. One of those is tapping a camera lens before using it, or rubbing the logo of whatever computer he's using;

While he's not exactly a fan of tea himself, he really dislikes straight black coffee. It's either lattes or several spoons of sugar for him, and if he's drinking black coffee then you know it's a Bad Day;

He has opioid tolerance, which majorly sucked when he needed to have a corrective surgery for a hernia, and doubly sucked during his time at Abstergo since the Animus may require drugs to induce an altered level of consciousness;

He has a drawer containing all the extra bits and leftovers from projects. From extra screws and caps from furniture kits to chips and boards that aren't obsolte or broken to bits that he meant to put back eventually but always forget to. Over time the drawer evolved into a shelf and then to a considerable corner of his childhood room at his father's house. Both men refuse to do a cleanup of it just in case they need those at some point;

Speaking of, he had a small period of job hopping fresh out of college, mostly out of HR mismanagement and trying to juggle more than one job at once. Long story short, he ended up with three different work laptops that he never managed to return and are now way obsolete for much use. He keeps meaning to get rid of them but they always make him laugh, so he gives them a pass;

He's a tense and fussy sleeper, so he has a tendency to get tension migranes sometimes and they leave him with a very sour mood;

While he always nurtured an interest for space, he had a more complex curiosity for the sea and ocean life. He found it fascinating but it always left him feeling morose and ill at ease, while space always put an idealistic twinkle in his eyes. The ocean was just too close to be so full of mysteries and unknowns, while the final frontier seemed too far to give him any sense of foreboding;

Even so, he never met the sea. Only lakes and rivers, or seen it from above when he flew on planes, but he's never stood on an ocean beach proper.

[darling-archeron]

Ho Ho Hello! I’m back with another snippet!😌

We’re only one week out until the posting window opens, but I’m probably going to begin posting it closer to the 23rd or 24th, when I finally get to head home bc work ends for the holidays. The gift is still coming along nicely, though right now it’s looking like it won’t be completely finished, so I’ll be posting chapters probably once or twice a week to allow for final edits (unless I manage to actually get it done in the next week! 🤞🏻)

Any holiday plans this year? Other than me going home I won’t be doing much, probably just a lot of reading and trying to hit my book goal for the year (I’m 11 short right now😳)

Also what if I told you meet me in the woods is Also on the playlist? 😂 I was choosing between the two for the last message and was so glad to see you also think that mmitw is a Rhys song!!!

That’s so exciting you have hozier tickets!!! I’ve been putting off getting them bc I’d be going alone (and I also need a paycheck first 😅) luckily I live in an area where I could theoretically go to one of three concerts without being too far out of the way, so there’s still plenty of single seats available, hopefully it stays that way🤞🏻

And I’m trying not to pressure myself over word count but it’s def a long fic and around 30k now😅 (which is around twice the length of my next longest fic😬)

And for the snippet:

Rhys was slouching on a chair, one leg thrown over an armrest, the other flat on the ground to keep him from sliding right out of the seat. He had a full glass of wine in his hand, but there were two discarded bottles laying flat on the plush rug, so he’d obviously been drinking for a while.

And, on the couch next to him, sat the most beautiful woman Feyre had ever seen in her life. She had golden hair and brown eyes that seemed to draw Feyre in, despite the fact that the woman couldn’t see her.

“You can fix things,” the woman said, and Rhys groaned like he’d heard it before and didn’t believe it.

“No I can’t,” he whined, bringing the goblet up to his lips.

💜,🧑🏻‍🎄

Omg Santa, this snippet has me so excited!! Rhys being a drama queen?? Drunk Rhys?? I'm absolutely here for it. These snippets have me so excited!!

Not going to lie, hearing that we're only a week out from posting was like a bucket of cold water because I still have some major work to do for my giftee, but I'm also super excited for reveals! I feel like we're definitely going to have to exchange playlists because it seems like we have very similar tastes in music. :)

I'm also super short on my book goal, I'm currently trying to read Fourth Wing before my ebook is due back at the library but I don't know that I'll be able to finish it....I miss being 16 and being able to consume a 900 page book in like 3 days haha.

I don't have any crazy plans for the holidays either! Just some time with close family. It sounds like you have a cozy time ahead of you.

I really hope you're able to get Hozier tickets! It sounds like it's going to be a great show.

Absolutely don't pressure yourself over word count! I'm someone who does this all the time so I completely understand, but it also sounds like you're having fun writing it and I'm so glad!

I can't wait to find out who you are, Santa, you have me very curious!

Have a great weekend <3333

[enekorre]

Tagged by @morganathewitch. Sorry for being 2 months late xD

Tagging: @solostinmysea, @hapalopus, @punalippulaiva, @nathleeng, @weirdthoughtsandideas

Last song: Lost in the cosmos by the mechanisms. "All alone and lonely" broke into my brain and I had to put it on.

Currently watching: I was going to watch all of prehistoric planet bc the little owl raptor is just *chefs kiss* but I've only made it like 2 episodes so far. Finished reservation dogs recently tho.

Currently reading: I've gotten so bad at reading. The books that I've technically started with is a series I think is called Tvåhjärtattriologin? The first book is called Tvåhjärtat and (similar to the tv series) I'm only like 2 chapters in and I haven't touched it for a month 💀 But there is hope, the last series I read I got stuck in a similar way but as soon as I got going again I finished all three books in like a week. So I just have to get going probably.

Current obsession: Can I say my niece? It's so weird, I used to have so many things, but right now it feels like time is speeding past so quickly that all I can do is hold on for dear life. Work takes up around 13 hours a day (😭) and when I get home I'm too exhausted to do anything but watch random youtube videos about who know what. And on my weekends I hang out with friends and family, especially my sister/niece (she turns one and a half years in like 2 days!). I did manage to repot some plants today, and start clearing out this small aquarium for keeping water plants in (and maybe shrimp depending on how well the plants manage). I also found out that my quail love pears (I put a whole pear in and it's slowly being disintegrated).

I guess I did have some things haha, but nothing that I am experiencing like the fandoms of yore.

[lettalady]

What if Loki's stab in wish had been fatal?

[ Send me a Weekend What If ]

Hello darling. I didn't sleep much at all last night and today I'm choosing violence. So you're getting three possibilities even though I know the what if moment you're likely thinking of in regards to the WISH series.

Option 1: Likely the thing you have in mind with the dagger strike in WISH4: A Dream & A Wish. {I'll put the spoilers, and the rest, below the cut JIC.}

Because yes, Asgardian technology and medicine is advanced but a dagger strike to the gut is a dagger strike to the gut and blood loss is blood loss. Because humans are 'so breakable, so fragile' and there's only so much the medics can do once Thor rushes the agent to their care. His brother will be... inconsolable. Impossible to convince that they did all they could. That she died there on the table in the medical bay, looking up at the high vaulted ceilings and babbling about being elsewhere.

So what is the rest of the WISH series, Letta, I hear you asking. Well darling, the rest of the series -- all that follows is what she imagines might have happened in her future.

Option 2: A different stabbing than the one mentioned above. One that took place prior. Yes, I'm thinking of the impalement in Thor: The Dark World. Where Loki was left for dead after Kurse impaled him with the sword.

So then Letta - I hear that side eye you're giving me loud and clear, my darling - what the fuck. What about the rest of the MCU appearances. What about the rest of the Loki WISH series. How dare.

That thing I mentioned in option 1 where the story was what the agent imagined the future might hold? How about the WISH series is what Loki imagines would have happened in his future as he lays there waiting for death. Seeing his agent again -- because she's his agent. How she would continue to engage and refuse to do the expected thing at every turn. How he'd continue to thumb his nose at the family that lied to him for so long about who he was. How he'd continue to excel in the magicks Frigga taught him.

Are we ready for Option 3? Because yes yes those prior two are fun and all but...

Option 3: What if -- and maybe this should just be 1a, but we'll go with 3 just cause -- what if that stabbing we witnessed on the alien planet during the rescue attempt was fatal. What if it wasn't supposed to happen like that so the TVA steps in. What if this woman, this agent, keeps getting Lokis in her path, and keeps goddamned dying. That stabbing. A slight variation where they are intercepted and she gets stabbed by those that kept her there for so long. Another failed rescue.

Tomorrow. The next day. In one timeline she dies in the cold of the subarctic, care of a door that remained locked -- he makes sure Wallace pays dearly for that crime. In one timeline Stu manages to inject her with whatever was in that syringe. In one timeline she dies in the substation in the subarctic, care of that fire he magicked into being that consumed and consumed. In one she dies there on that planet. Alone. Without any rescue because he hadn't managed to convince Heimdall, or Thor, to help him. In one she dies going back to that planet, because vengeance wills it so.

[norcalbruja]

Laptop issues averted, thanks to... Tony Stark?

My laptop got fixed in half an hour yesterday, so I didn't have to drop it off at the store or pay anything!

This folds into my delayed updates, because you know how Loki keeps telling me he has "Marvel connections" because HE is a character in Marvel? Iron Man / Tony Stark showed up around the first week of March and he's just... hanging out with Mythical-Loki.

Either Tony was called up by me listening to "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath for a while (because I don't mind pop music in general, but there's only so many times I can listen to THE SAME FIFTY pop songs from some CEO's nightclub playlist for eight hours a day), or Loki intentionally called him over.

--

I have met Tony and the other Avengers before, but I haven't actually asked them for HELP before (what with... being normal and not needing any life-threatening emergencies). But around the 10th, I was just REALLY fed up with work and its inconsistencies, so I was like "Oh mannnnn, I hate this place really bad today. Tony or whoever has the necessary skills, do you think you can get me off work ON TIME instead of 30-40 minutes late?"

He was like "SWEET, you're asking for things!"

GUESS WHAT, I was only about fifteen minutes late when I left work! Considering my workplace can never figure out whether I'm actually supposed to help close or not, 15 minutes is extremely quick.

Unfortunately the next day, my cash register at work started glitching out and rebooted for no reason.

I can put the cash register down to "the workplace computers are ancient, and it's not a secret that they don't work right half the time," but then MY electronics started getting buggy.

My laptop wouldn't turn off until I held down the power button, and then it wouldn't turn back on properly. My phone was also lagging a lot and tended to freeze sometimes.

I was like "Tony!!! If this is you, please stop messing with my electronics!!! If this is someone ELSE, same thing--please don't wreck my stuff JUST YET! I paid $700 for the laptop!"

--

The next day was Monday, and the bowling alley was basically a ghost town, since weekends and holidays are our busiest times. I was doing unnecessary checks on the lanes just to WALK AROUND because I only made about three transactions that weren't paying for my own lunch, so I was like "Fucking hell, they don't even need me here. ...Tony? Can you get me off EARLY this time?"

So Tony went, "Ohhhhhhh yeah, time to turn up the juice!"

In the most Iron Man way of getting me out of work, the managers had me finish my ALCOHOL SERVING TRAINING after lunch. So I officially got off an hour early, but I also spent the hour before that just legally stuck in the office. I love wasting company time, lol.

So I was like "Thanks Tony, you alcoholic motherfucker. But now I’m done with all my employee training!"

He went, "Honey, you know I’m a SMART alcoholic, right? This place is a mess! The possibilities for getting you out of this joint are endless!" And now I need to make a note to BE VERY SPECIFIC about those possibilities. Eek.

While I was panicking about my laptop on Facebook, I wrote "Tony Stark, please make sure I don’t need to get a new laptop JUST yet."

I make a lot of sarcastic pop-culture "prayers" on social media, so I don't think more than like, two people who already know about my pop-culture paganism would realize that I have ACTUALLY been talking to Tony Stark (or "a spirit who identifies as him," for my followers who might find pop-culture paganism weird).

And uhhhhhh... yesterday, my laptop got fixed in half an hour for free.

Granted, my original Windows OS got corrupted somehow, so they had to wipe everything and re-install a new OS, but my important stuff is backed up to Dropbox and Microsoft! All I really need to do is log back into my main websites and re-upload my games and programs. I'll definitely take needing a few days to "refurnish" the laptop in exchange for not buying a new laptop, or paying for repairs.

THE KICKER: While I was driving home with my Fixed Laptop, I saw some huge graffiti on a billboard with MY FIRST NAME ON IT. It is specifically only visible when I'm driving HOME that way, so that gave me a small heart attack.

Tony and Loki thought it was hilarious.

Now, aside from the snarkiness, Tony is actually pretty fatherly towards me and like... he HAS been asking me to ask him for help since he came around.

I think part of it's because he knows I'm ALSO depressed, and I have a complicated relationship with alcohol/drugs because... you know, I'm depressed AND anxious. I don't want to end up self-medicating, especially since I REALLY like the taste of cider and mead and wine.

This one time, Tony told me, "Look honey, I am NOT a god. I am a person. When someone asks for help, I help them. More importantly, I try to help them in the WAY THEY ASK. You asked the gods for help a million times already! DEAD PEOPLE hear it! The FOREST hears it! Sure, the gods tried their best, but it was not the help you need. And most of your own people's gods just aren't showing up. All you want is a house and an art career, and I'M FUCKING RICH. If I can't help you myself, I can find someone who does!"

And then he was like "New laptop, new year, new life! As His Highness keeps telling you."

Anyway: Thank you again for helping with my laptop, Iron Man. I shall keep away from spiders for the near future.

[yapposrantcafe]

Grab a chair, a beverage, and get ready to either love or hate me.

This blog is a place for me to be honest about how I feel about many things I find disturbing in the world or society these days. You see I'm a disabled middle-aged woman with a grown daughter and eldery mother living with me.

Stress, conflict, and different ways of seeing the world prevail daily here. I'll let you guess which one of our residences likes to stir the proverbial pot and cause the other two to be miserable. This person finds it fun apparently. It's not a happy place to live. Simply being family doesn't automatically equal happiness when amongst each other. It's simply a roof over our heads and a place to survive.

We are not rich but we manage to never miss a meal. Two of Three of us have college degrees that aren't being used. One on social securitiy, one on disability, and one working part time paying only for gas my car.

I should mention that my daughters father died 3 yrs ago and left her financially well off. Not like Trump, Bill Gates, or other stupidly rich people. But enough to put a roof on my house before it became serious, level garage before it collapsed, new fence in backyard to stop dogs from escaping after losing one on the road, and some of the property cleared so we could expand yard. Some invested for her senior years means it's one less thing I need to worry about.

I don't charge my daughter rent because of the money she spent to save the house, I forgot windows and gutters she had replaced, but I would appreciate some help with the housework.

Again, I'm disabled. Seizures, Daily migraines causing my brain to eat it's white matter like MS but in different areas, random weakness of limbs, Central Nervous System (CNS) that short circuits and throws my motor skills out of sorts, anxiety, panic attacks, and depression, all that to be topped off by a pretty much non-existent immune system that's kept me on antibiotics for the last 6 months.

Now you know my situation. I live with people whom I seem to annoy by my mere presence and I'm starting to feel the same way about them. I can't open my mouth without being wrong even if the dog I'm petting is blond, and I call him blondie. I'm not sure how this is wrong but wow does it set off my daughter. Now my mother just says what she thinks is wrong with my daughter, and myself, and how we should act and what we should be doing that we're not.

I feel stuck. I'd sign this house over to my daughter in a heartbeat and rent a tiny apartment somewhere but I'd have to take my mother and both pomskies so it'd not be much of an improvement since I can't drive, and neither can my mother who has bad sight.

Now you know a bit of my situation and the reason I want, no need, to write this blog. You see i keep a journal for my personal stuff to try and help me stay sane but there's another problem that involves the people around me, even those who aren't related. If I have an opinion or thought on a topic they become aggressively upset and it starts a conflict.

I don't do conflict unless absolutely needed. It stresses me out and causes my health to deteriorate rapidly. So, I try to avoid it when possible. This would be the reason I'm sitting in my room with the dogs napping on my bed writing this someplace no one will likely find it or give a damn if they do run across it.

This, my personal journal, meditation, and other stress management techniques in my room are my only solace these days. I'm fighting to correct my health and waiting to find out if I qualify for IVIg therapy to boost my immune system. It's expensive so if insurance doesn't ok it I will live on antibiotics till I build a resistance and finally pass from some respiratory something.

Everything is so full of stress I will take any outlet to depressurize it and wait till I've hopefully saved enough for another long weekend just by myself in 6 months if I don't have another seizure.

[bronanlynch]

managed to keep most of the categories fairly concise this week, please clap (this is partially bc I was busy and not doing as much ~media consumption as usual but shhh)

listening (podcast): as usual I am keeping up with Palisade, which really does just keep being So Much. you would think things might calm down after disarming every single sun-destroying bomb and assassinating a god-emperor but no things have not calmed down and it's great

also continuing to make my way through the Great Gundam Project episodes on 0079, which is making me miss those characters and especially Sayla :( I miss my girl :(

listening (music): did a lot of driving this past weekend which means listening to car CDs which means no new music. shout out to classic staples like Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace and All Signs Point to Lauderdale by A Day to Remember, which is a genuinely good song but also the first line is literally "I hate this town" so adjust your opinion of my music taste accordingly

reading: once again reading The Death I Gave Him (sci-fi Hamlet retelling by Em X. Liu) which continues to fucking rule. I'm enjoying that the Ophelia figure is getting a little bit of a Laertes arc, which is fun, love it when Ophelia gets to be a bit vengeful as a treat

also, I've started reading The Imperial Uncle, a court intrigue danmei novel by Da Feng Gua Guo (published in English by the same people who published/translated Golden Terrace/Golden Stage, which is how I found out about it). I'm having a lot of fun with it so far, I'm always a fan of political intrigue, especially political intrigue that is also a family drama, and the premise of it is that the main character has a reputation as scheming & untrustworthy that he's leaning into in order to prevent a coup that his friends are planning, all of which is catnip to me personally. also I enjoy that not only is the main character married, as someone in his position in this context would have been expected to be, but he's also textually slept with people who aren't the love interest. I think that's fun! I like when characters have histories and exist in contexts! and also I sometimes get bored when the main couple have never had a single relationship other than each other sorry

watching: still keeping up with Bakeoff. I'm sad that Rowan & Nicky are gone because I really liked both of them, even if I think it was fair that they're the ones who left two weeks ago. I was a bit surprised that is was Dana this past week though, like I get why she was in the running to leave but I didn't think she did that badly, y'know? anyway, absolutely loved the theme. as a guy who loves desserts that aren't too sweet and also floral flavors, I enjoyed that they were doing botanicals. although I think more of them could've afforded to be a little more daring tbh like come on, hibiscus is a flavor that plenty of them already use in other challenges, get weirder with it. I don't blame people for shying away from rose because the judges are always talking about how they hate it when someone puts "too much" rose in something, but I love rose flavor so I think they're all cowards

we have also been watching more ZZ Gundam. we've gotten to the new opening, and I've gotta say, the first one was a lot more of a bop, but alas. I don't have a whole lot that's new to say because it's mostly like, I'm having fun, I like Judau and his friends, I miss Kamille and Char, I wish there weren't so much weird misogyny sometimes, I love to see Haman, etc. actually the main new thing I have to say is that the set of episodes where they're lost in the desert is like, it feels like they're trying to make a point about how it's bad that these people trying to live their lives have gotten caught up in the fighting between two imperial powers neither of whom care about the collateral damage because they're too busy trying to kill each other in giant death machines, but the show doesn't let the characters or the audience sit with that or allow much interiority for the people living in the village (other than the woman who was in love with one of the soldiers and wants to die while vindicating his choice to also pilot a giant death machine which. we don't have time to unpack all that) so Imo it falls flat as a critique and ends up wrapping back around to being kinda orientalist

also saw a play that was a comedy retelling of Dracula which was. well. overall it was mostly fun, it was campy, the costuming was delightful, I mostly had a good time despite a couple of pretty odd adaptational choices. however. there were parts of it that I did not enjoy and those parts were the transmisogyny. I wish I could say I was surprised that something that was billed as "gender-bending" and "for the gays and the theys" had some pretty uhhh blatant transmisogyny in it but. unfortunately here we are, and unfortunately marketing yourself as queer-friendly doesn't prevent you from having a running "joke" about how a female character played by a man is ugly & unlovable. it's uncomfortable and bad and kinda soured me on the play as a whole which is a shame because it could have been so good otherwise. what if we as a society decided to tell jokes that are actually funny instead of relying on transmisogynistic caricatures. what if.

playing: still on Ace Attorney 5, and now that Pearl is back it really feels like the people making this game were not confident that people would be invested in the new characters so they have to keep bringing back the old ones. I like Pearl! but we've had multiple games with Pearl already and Trucy has barely been in AA5 at all, so why can't we have Trucy as the assistant for the rest of this case? tbh I think this case especially would be stronger if the points of view you got were Athena and Apollo like, you can investigate as Apollo, Trucy tags along and then gives information to Athena even though he doesn't want her to, and then you play as Athena for the trial with Phoenix there for moral support. please Capcom. please I love Phoenix but it doesn't really feel like they're doing much with him here so I would rather focus on the new characters who haven't gotten as a much screentime instead

making: we've gotten to back to assembling Miorine. she has two eyebrows and a torso now (picture taken before we did the torso)

alas, poor Mi-Yorick

drinking: according to the internet some recipes for an aviation leave out the creme de violette which I think is a crime. that's the whole point. anyway. had a very good aviation which did in fact include the violette and it fucked. shout out to gin drinks that don't include tonic water

writing: worked on a fic for a zine check-in, got rejected from a different zine that I was really interested in. the epic highs and lows of trying to get your writing read by more people than your roommate and maybe a mutual or two

[what-if-nct]

hi hi today's reminder is… heavy. i think I might be heading very towards burnout but I don't think there's anything I can take off my plate. when my mom got sick, my manager kind of took me off work for a bit but now it's picking back up because, yknow, it's a job and I'm glad they were considerate enough to basically give me three months off, but I can't expect that forever. and so work is a lot and both my teammates are out of town so it falls on me but I can't complain about it being unfair because they did all my work while I was running around hospitals with my mom. and the second i come back home, I'm on nurse duty because we're all exhausted and cancer is awful even on the good days. it's physically exhausting to help her with everything: she can't get stuff for herself, she gets tired eating most days so I have to feed her, i have to support her whenever she walks or even sits up, i have to cook and clean and help her change and give her messages every night because everything hurts, i have to keep track of meds and symptoms and chemo doses and who do I have to cover for today because everyone's exhausted but all of this needs to be done. and again: i can't complain. she's going through something unimaginably difficult. i have to hold her when she cries even though I'm barely hanging in there emotionally. i can't go out on weekends because then I'm "out" working on weekdays and that apparently is time off. I've taken to lying to my family and telling them I'm at work and going to my boyfriend's once a week just to have some time where I'm wanted, not needed. a couple weeks ago we were cuddling and he told me he was proud of how I'm dealing with all this and i cried for about fifteen minutes straight. today he made me lunch and he bought me cheesecake and we watched an old movie together and I had such a nice day until the second i stepped on the train to go home and it hit me how much I dreaded the thought of being at home. every night I stay up til like 3 because if I don't get those few hours of alone time, i don't think I can make it through this, even if I still have to wake up early and go to work on four hours of sleep.

and. i knew this would be difficult. i knew this was never going to be easy. but I'm just so drained and I'm having to dig so deep to find my empathy and i feel like a horrible person. i just want to get away from it all, and i know how selfish that would be, but I just want to go away and not be needed for a few days. to just be taken care of, for more than a few hours once a week.

Honey, When I say I know where you're coming from. I completely know where you're coming from. And I want to tell you that it is amazing that you do everything you do. It isn't easy, it's quite possibly the most difficult moment of your life. And I'm happy you do get those hours of solace you need to recooperate, cause it's so important. And I understand it's a time in your life where it's how much bending is it going to take before you break. Because you are only human and you should not feel bad about wanting to get away from it all to have time just for yourself. It's a normal feeling.

When taking care of others you put yourself on the back burner but your own responsibilities just catch up and your burning the candle at both ends and it's overwhelming. You're not selfish. You're human. I know I share my own experiences a lot but it's just my way of relating so I'll keep it short. So about five years ago my aunt had her legs amputatated and because im the only woman in the house and I'm the youngest it fell on my shoulders to take care of her. She only has a son. Only I can bathe and change her. I couldn't leave the house except after she slept and right now i can only get a couple of hours out of a day to do what i need.

But in the beginning I had to do everything on top of cleaning the house and laundry and cooking. I was only used to cleaning after myself, I can barely feed myself. I had no time to do anything for myself. It got to the point I would do anything and everything to get away from the house, things I'm not proud of but it was still better than being home and I lied so much. I hated my life so much I had no time for myself I grew to never want children cause after she goes to a facility I'm not taking care of anyone but myself. And now that I'm 30 I do genuinely feel like I wasted my 20s taking care of her. Now, it's not as bad I have more free time but I know the beginning is so hard, it's really hard.

I want you to know you are not alone in what you're feeling, you're not selfish for wanting to get away. And I can't really provide any solutions at this time, when I figure it out I'll tell you. But I can say that you are strong, so loving because it takes a lot of love to do what you're doing. And it may not seem like it but eventually things will get better. You're mom will beat this and be strong and healthy and you both will be able to live life to the fullest together. But in the meantime be kind to yourself, give yourself the grace of being human, take advantage of all the free time and love and care you can with your boyfriend and don't feel guilty about it. It's something you need. And I send you the biggest hug ever. It will get better okay. Trust me it will. I send you so much love, support and encouragement 🌸🩷🩷🌸🌸🩷🩷🌸

[gattmammon]

I'm like 75% sure my manager ignored my request to not work this afternoon because they were understaffed and then tried to make it look like I was the one who remembered it wrong

Not 100% but 75%

Me sherlocking my own manager under the cut

Facts are as follows:

- these specific Sunday afternoon work hours are extra w/r/t my regular work hours. With this Sunday morning my hours were like beyond done. Super done. I have literally worked like two extra days on top of a week that is already six days. I even woke up at 6 this morning!!!! I endured the agony of being the only fucking person awake on Sunday at 6 in AUGUST in probably like the entire fuckijg city specifically to be done faster and get out earlier!!!

- said extra hours are on a completely voluntary basis. They have to ask at the end of each month if and when we would like to do them in the following month. I have specifically said and decided that I take on way too many extra hours and I'd rather do less.

- since I was going to be on pto at the end of July, I was asked to set my hours beforehand, in like mid-July. No problems. Since I knew I was going to work a shitton during the week the whole of August, I asked for a lighter schedule on weekends, which included not working this afternoon.

- I reiterated this request AGAIN at the start of this week, got confirmation I was not included in the staff for this Sunday afternoon.

- however, the specific manager I talked to is now on pto herself. However-however, i saw her pulling up the turn sheet (yes they use a literal sheet. ITALYYYY) and she confirmed that I was NOT supposed to work (again. This is something that is largely decided BEFOREHAND).

- this morning I do the opening (I cannot stress enough how much I fucking WOKE UP AT 6) and guess what!!!! I'm in the staff this afternoon.

- I point this out and am told that I was ALWAYS marked as working this afternoon

- the Sunday extra hours printout appears during the workday marking me as working on all three of my assigned Sundays (as opposed to only two). Worth noting that said printout usually appears on like. FRIDAY before the first Sunday of the month at the latest. Almost never so late.

- now here's the thing. I distinctly remember the first manager asking me jokingly if I had changed my mind about Sunday afternoon because they were so badly short-staffed.

My suspicion is that Second Manager simply changed the service to make it look like I was included then put out the printout so it looked more legit. The printout didn't appear beforehand because they were so understaffed they were hoping until the very last minute that someone changed they mind and then when nobody did they just were like "oh Cat always works the extra hours on Sunday right, might as well".

Like. Maybe she genuinely thought I wasn't included as a mistake or maybe First manager made some mystery fuckup but the thing that gets me is that Second Manager did not say "oh somebody somewhere must have made a mistake". She said "oh YOU must remember it wrong". Like she was immediately defensive in insisting that I had agreed to do the hours and simply didn't remember when i DISTINCTLY KNOW that I walked to the Manager and told them "Ok I can do morning on Sunday 6 but not afternoon" like. Girl. What's more probable that I keeping track of only my own turns wrote it down wrong and formed a whole false memory around it or that there was a miscommunication in the office that handles the turns of 50+ people?

But the thing is if it had been her mistake then I would've been within my rights to be like "oh well. You fuck up you solve it. Bye" (which I would NOT have done!!! I'm nice!!!! If I had been told they were THAT understaffed beforehand I might even have offered!!!! But they didn't so I made fucking plans!!! With myself, but still!!! A plan is a plan!!!) But since she quickly deflected on ME, then it becomes MY duty to keep my word. Thats why I'm so suspicious.

[figs-and-cigs]

Polyamorous Ask Game

Light and Fun Questions:

1. If you could go on a date with any fictional character, who would it be and why?

Buffy will always be my favorite show and Spike will always be my number one crush.

2. What’s your favorite group activity to do with multiple partners?

Dinners. Whether it's going to a restaurant or a potluck at someone's house. Sharing meals is just the ultimate form of connection and community imo.

3. What’s a dream vacation spot where you’d love to bring all your partners?

Not a big traveler but we're fortunate to have a lifestyle resort nearby a lot of go to every year for a weekend. A longer vacation there would be a dream.

4. What’s the most unique date you've ever been on?

We went to a speed dating event and then invited "potential dates" on our dinner date. It became a funny and awkward hangout with three extra people who were not poly.

5. If your love life had a theme song, what would it be?

Melissa McClelland's A Girl Can Dream.

6. What's the most creative way you’ve celebrated an anniversary?

Swingers resort. Not really creative for us, but to the vanillas sure.

7. What’s your ideal day spent with one or more partners?

Staying in, ordering food, cuddling and watching movies. Always.

8. Do you prefer solo dates, double dates, or group hangouts?

All of them are amazing. Depends on how I'm feeling, what types of connections I'm desiring, but typically prioritize solo dates over anything else. Group hangouts don't necessarily involve partners.

9. What’s a hobby you’d love to introduce to one or more of your partners?

Dancing. Seriously, they're going to keep getting invited to dance lessons.

10. If you and your partners were superheroes, what would your team name be?

Like our calendars could ever line up well enough for that to happen. (I'm copping out of this one because I have no idea.)

Thoughtful & Reflective Questions:

1. What does emotional intimacy mean to you in polyamory?

Open communication, about anything, without fear or judgment.

2. How do you manage jealousy when it comes up?

Reason things out with a supportive friend or therapist. Journaling. Focusing on my own hobby. Then communication with my partner if needed. Am I jealous? Fearful the relationship is changing? Am I experiencing FOMO? If I can answer these on my own, I can also find a collaborative solution.

3. How do you prefer to communicate about boundaries in your relationships?

I'm a texter. I usually start there if not on a date where it comes up. I try to be clear and direct. In my experience, boundaries are guidelines for me and don't always need communicated, but will be stated when necessary. For example, I don't answer the phone after midnight - but I will share this information if a partner calls at 1am.

4. How has polyamory changed your perspective on love and relationships?

Love is an infinite resource. There's freedom and beauty in not putting strict rules about how love and relationships evolve. Relationships are more about choosing each other rather than obligation and we each carve our own paths.

5. What’s your favorite part about being in multiple relationships?

The experiences and getting to know so many people on an intimate level.

6. What’s a challenge in polyamory that you didn’t expect but have learned to navigate?

How relationships escalate. NRE and moving too fast into integrating into each other's lives creates way more difficulties than I realized until it happened.

7. How do you balance time between multiple partners and self-care?

Prioritizing my self-care is my number one boundary. I have chronic health issues, so this was something I had to do even before entering polyamory. Mondays are my rest days, period. My schedule fluctuates and isn't always as consistent as some people would like - I find partners who can understand and respect that.

8. How do you support your partners when they’re experiencing tough emotions?

Listening. That's really the only answer. I can validate emotions, share my own experiences, things that help me - but my role is to listen and not fix.

9. What do you love most about your polycule or chosen family?

The support, watching everyone work on their self improvement and growth, getting to be a witness to everyone's journey's while I'm on my own.

10. What’s a misconception about polyamory that you wish people understood better?

It's NOT ALL TRIADS!

Spicy/More Personal (if comfort levels allow):

1. What’s your favorite way to connect physically with a partner?

Cuddling.

2. What’s your favorite memory of a shared experience with multiple partners?

Hubby and I shared a room at a resort with another couple we'd been friends with for years. While no romantic partners - the intimate friendship was there. It was a wild weekend and we all still talk and laugh about it.

3. What does compersion (happiness for a partner’s other relationships) look like for you?

Instead of feeling jealous or envy it's a literal sense of, "I want that for them!"

4. What’s something that excites you about group dynamics in polyamorous relationships?

First thought that came to mind was sitting between two partners and literally reaching up to stroke their beards simultaneously. Really, it's just the ability to show affection to multiple people at once in a variety of ways, doing what comes naturally and it not ending another relationship.

5. How do you approach intimacy in different types of relationships?

Depends on the individual and the relationship.

6. Do you have a go-to method for initiating deeper conversations with a partner?

"Hey, I want to talk about ____, do you have the spoons for that right now or can we schedule a time?"

7. What’s an act of affection that makes you feel loved and appreciated?

A message to let me know they're thinking about me and arranging for quality time, no matter how short.

8. What are your feelings on sharing space, like sleeping arrangements, with multiple partners?

My home is off limits (have a kiddo at home), but at an event, sleepover, resort etc. anything can happen. Just know that cuddle puddles get hot and uncomfortable and arrangements will change throughout the night. We're definitely more garden party poly, most of us share spaces outside of our homes.

9. What’s one boundary that’s especially important to you in your relationships?

Communication. Period. Don't assume, talk about it.

10. What’s something sexy you’d love to try in a group setting?

Nothing on my bucket list at the moment, but that could change.

This was fun. Thanks!

Polyamorous Ask Game

Light and Fun Questions:

If you could go on a date with any fictional character, who would it be and why?

What’s your favorite group activity to do with multiple partners?

What’s a dream vacation spot where you’d love to bring all your partners?

What’s the most unique date you've ever been on?

If your love life had a theme song, what would it be?

What's the most creative way you’ve celebrated an anniversary?

What’s your ideal day spent with one or more partners?

Do you prefer solo dates, double dates, or group hangouts?

What’s a hobby you’d love to introduce to one or more of your partners?

If you and your partners were superheroes, what would your team name be?

Thoughtful & Reflective Questions:

What does emotional intimacy mean to you in polyamory?

How do you manage jealousy when it comes up?

How do you prefer to communicate about boundaries in your relationships?

How has polyamory changed your perspective on love and relationships?

What’s your favorite part about being in multiple relationships?

What’s a challenge in polyamory that you didn’t expect but have learned to navigate?

How do you balance time between multiple partners and self-care?

How do you support your partners when they’re experiencing tough emotions?

What do you love most about your polycule or chosen family?

What’s a misconception about polyamory that you wish people understood better?

Spicy/More Personal (if comfort levels allow):

What’s your favorite way to connect physically with a partner?

What’s your favorite memory of a shared experience with multiple partners?

What does compersion (happiness for a partner’s other relationships) look like for you?

What’s something that excites you about group dynamics in polyamorous relationships?

How do you approach intimacy in different types of relationships?

Do you have a go-to method for initiating deeper conversations with a partner?

What’s an act of affection that makes you feel loved and appreciated?

What are your feelings on sharing space, like sleeping arrangements, with multiple partners?

What’s one boundary that’s especially important to you in your relationships?

What’s something sexy you’d love to try in a group setting?

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You're really here? (Mick Schumacher)

Busy bee Y/N manages to get her colleagues to get their work done quicker so she can travel to the race and surprise her boyfriend

Note: english is not my first language I added a little something so that it would have even bit more content, I hope it is okay!

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Tw: curse words

It was the final week of a triple header and Mick hadn't been able to come home with all the sponsorship events and meetings he had to attend to in the factory, so you resorted to videocalls in hopes of making you miss your partner a tiny bit less, "you know, Angie keeps looking at the door whenever someone walks in, and mom seems to think she's waiting for you", Mick said, "are they still keeping you for the meeting on Sunday?", he asked, a sad smile on his face. Sighing, you smiled at the dog's actions before replying "Yes, they still want to keep me for the meeting, and it's going to be really busy apparently, loads of things they want to discuss. I'm sorry, bubs", you looked at him, the expression on your face showing just how much you hated not being able to go and see the race on the garage. One day you were going to take over and decide that no such meetings should happen over the weekend, no matter how many days off they offered, you though to yourself. You knew that, if you were lucky enough, your team could get everything done by Saturday night and you would be able to fly out on Sunday morning but, not wanting to build Mick's hope up and then crash it all again, you stated the information as you knew it. "It's alright darling, it's your job. At least we get some days together, just me and you", he smiled at the prospect, Angie making her presence known as she jumped on Mick, "and you too Angie, all three of us", your boyfriend said as you all giggled. After talking a bit more about media day for Mick and what you had gotten up to at the office, waving at his mother, who had travelled to see the race, when she appeared on the screen, you bid eachother goodbye, knowing how Mick needed his rest for the next day.

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The free practice sessions were over, and Mick was feeling pretty good about the car and its performance on the track, going over a few adjustments of the car before heading out of the paddock with his mother just as someone called for him, "Mick! Only now I'm catching you properly", Sebastian said as he greeted Corinna with a kiss on each cheek and then hugging the young driver, "No Y/N this weekend?", he asked. "She has meetings all weekend", Mick explained quickly. It was something that you appreciated about him, how he never wanted you to put your career or your job in the back so he could achieve his own, always supporting you in whatever your job entailed and being your biggest fan. "That is what you get when you have a strong independent woman on your side, hopefully I'll see her soon, the girls miss playing with her too!", Seb teased, knowing no one would take harm in his words given that, since he met the girl Mick had fallen head over heels for, he was happy that his friend had found someone so honest, kind and loving and that had no interest in his last name. Mentioning his kids before bidding them goodbye, Seb cycled away as Mick and Corinna got inside the car so they could drive to the hotel. "You know", Corinna started, "I know what it is to be at home while you watch the love of your life travel everywhere in the world for races, but Y/N is such an amazing woman that I always knew you two would be just fine, no matter what the world throws at you", she smiled at her son who smiled back to her briefly before keeping his eyes back on the road, "I know that the way it is hard for me to be away from her, it is also hard for her. But I also want her to know that she can br ger own person and achieve the amazing things I know she is capable of. Did she tell you that she got promoted again? It was the second time in a space of 10 months", he revealed, "she probably didn't tell you because she thinks people will think she's bragging but yeah, I never want her to feel like my career is more important than hers, or that she should be the only one making changes and sacrifices", he finished. Corinna could only smile at her son's words, knowing that herself and her husband, along with the rest of the family, had raised an attentive and considerate young man who had been lucky enough to have someone like you in his life.

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"What if we get all of this done tonight? This looks like a 3 hours work and it's only 6pm, if we are quick enough we can even have a later dinner and we'll have tomorrow free", you tried to persuade your colleagues on the Saturday meeting. They changed looks between eachother as Anna spoke, "It would be pretty cool to have Sunday off, I could relax for once after this hellish week", and your hopes rose a bit, "Do you really think we can do this today?", the other asked, "Well, if all of us pair up and get on with different tasks I think we can, yes", you smiled while waving the papers. Everyone looked at eachother, really not wanting to have to go in the office on a Sunday, before they got up and paired up like you had suggested, yourself grabbing your own task and discussing with Anna how you were going to tackle it. Finishing it in the time frame you had set, you submitted it in the platform before deciding to go for a celebratory dinner. Arriving at a restaurant you and Mick usually get takeout from, you asked Anna if she could order for you while you went to make a phonecall outside, telling her the dish you wanted as you grabbed the tablet from your bag.

"Hello, my love", you said into your phone, "Am I bothering your rest?", you asked, nearly sure you were not but checking just in case, "Hello darling, no, no, I just got to my room from dinner. Had this really nice pasta that I know you'd love. How was your meeting?", he asked, "it was tiring, many things to go around and there's still stuff to do", you said, deciding you wanted to surprise him tomorrow, "I saw you got P9 in qualifying today, congratulations handsome, I'm so proud of you", you said, sad that you had missed the actual session but making a mental note to watch it later. "Yeah, felt pretty good in the car today actually, hopefully tomorrow we can hold on to it, maybe even get one or two positions up if we are lucky", your boyfriend replied over the phone, "I wish I could see it there, but I promise I'm going to be watching it on the TV, Haas t-shirt on and everything", you mentioned his royal blue t-shirt that you loved to steal, "you'll be the best supporter out there", you heard a faint smile before you spoke a little bit more, saying goodbye to eachother as you finished the call, your finger opening the messages app and texting Sabine, Mick's agent. As you asked her to call you when she had time, you grabbed your tablet so you could buy a plane ticket and, about ten minutes later Sabine called you, "You're coming to the race aren't you?", she said quietly after you heard shuffling on the other side of the call, "yes, but can you please not tell Mick? I want to surprise him this time", you explained, "Alright with me, I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you. So, how did you manage to do it?", Sabine spoke, "I may have pouted to get my way so we could finish the last few things so late in the day, but it also means no one is working on a Sunday, which I feel is quite nice too", you chuckled as you heard Sabine's fingers type on a screen, "I need you to get me a pass for tomorrow if that's possible, please. I already have my plane ticket", you said as she hummed on the other side, "I'm glad I have yours saved just in case otherwise someone might have taken it", she referred to the sponsors that were visiting the garage that weekend. Checking the details for the pass one last time, you thanked her again before heading inside.

"Someone is very happy", Anna smiled, knowing the main reason why you wanted a free Sunday, "I just miss him a lot and in all honesty, I have no idea why they wanted us to work on Sunday", you said as you mentioned the boss' idea, "dear, next time there is an opening, you should apply because thank to you we got some free time", one of your other colleagues raised his glass as the rest of the table toasted to it.

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Thankfully, past Y/N has already packed a small bag with the essentials you needed if you were to be able to travel on Sunday to the race, making the daft o'clock time you had to get up at seem less harsh, even though your body still rushed at the prospect of hugging your boyfriend and your furbaby Angie.

Arriving at the airport, you got on the transport Sabine had arranged for you to get to the track. Thanking the lovely driver who wished you a good race and that you would indeed be able to surprise your boyfriend who was working there (never disclosing that he was a F1 driver), you made your way in, scanning your pass and being able to go pretty unnoticed despite the small luggage you were carrying.

Angie knew better than to run around in an environment like this so, when she saw you at the back of the garage greeting Sabine, the dog started to wave her paw at you, hoping you would finally see her and greet her, "Angie, hey, hey, calm down for a bit", Mick said gently as he watched the dog sit and wave her paw around, "She only does this when Y/N is around, what's going in with you, hm? You miss her too, don't you?", he said as he scratched her head while speaking to Gary. Since the first attempt failed, Angie decided to take matters into her paws, her snout bumping os his leg until he looked at her before she looked at you, "Y/N, you're really here?", he said as he saw your figure approaching, not quite believing it. Smiling all the way there, you hugged him as soon as you were able, feeling his lips press a kiss to the top of your head, "We managed to squeeze everything in last night's meeting, and Sabine helped me get here", you explained, looking into his blue eyes as he bent his neck to kiss you on the lips, not caring that the people he worked with were watching you and just enjoying the feeling of your lips on his. Everyone in the garage awe'd at the display of affection, Gary excusing himself as Mick returned to his usual shy self, hiding his blushed cheeks on your neck, "I missed you so much, schatz, thank you for coming here", he mumbled before he gave your neck some butterfly kisses, the tickles it caused making you nestle further into his body.

"I missed you both too, so much", you said, scratching Angie's ears as best as you could before noticing Corinna out the corner of your eye, "Y/N, dear, you're here!", she said as she hugged your, prying her son away from you, who unwillingly complied as he watched two of the most important women in his life, "you didn't know about this?", Mick asked his mum, "Sabine was the only one who knew", you said, grabbing his hand as Mick looked for his agent, mouthing her a thank you.

Already in his racesuit, Mick grabbed a pair of headphones for you so you could listen to him inside the car, placing them gently on your head before kissing you chastely, "this race is going to be for you beautiful", he said before putting on his balaclava and then his helmet, strutting out of the garage with a new confidence your presence had brought in him.