#IMAGES....? ON THE INTERNET....? STUNNING.....

[shayminsh]

Yusuke,

yusukes search history

[wikionex]

Aerial picture of Odeleite, also known as the Blue Dragon River, in Portugal.

[formulafanfics13]

Can you please do Max Verstappen x famous model reader. She known as an it girl and her for her style. The grid and the public are in shock on how he pulled her especially with him having no style and only wearing skinny jeans and a red bull shirt. What more shocking is the girlfriend effect starts to kick in. Max is starting to wear more baggy pants and something other than red bull. The grid starts to praise the reader for all her hard work.

The Girlfriend Effect - MV1

Masterlist

Summary: When the world first saw Max Verstappen with you — the it-girl model of the moment — they lost their minds. The fashion world couldn’t comprehend how Red Bull’s feral king landed someone so polished. But slowly, through Paris Fashion Week and playful wardrobe influence, Max goes from hoodie gremlin to low-key style icon. The world notices. So does the grid. But Max only cares about the way you look at him.

Warnings: Fluff, light fashion-based social media chaos, minor public teasing, mentions of fashion industry, soft domestic moments, transformation glow-up, no smut.

The internet lost its mind the second the first photo dropped.

Max Verstappen. Red Bull’s most feral driver. Triple world champion. Public hater of jeans that fit and hairbrushes. Pictured outside a Monaco restaurant at midnight, hand-in-hand with you. The you. Model. Fashion week front row regular. Met Gala darling. The kind of woman who made stylists cry and designers fight for your approval. You weren’t just a model. You were a fucking moment.

And yet, there he was. Standing beside you in the dim glow of paparazzi flash, looking like he barely understood how gravity worked, half-scowling, half-squinting, in jeans tight enough to be criminal and a Red Bull zip-up from three seasons ago.

The contrast was… blinding. Twitter was ruthless.

how did max verstappen pull THE it girl of the moment??? baby girl you’re so strong blink twice if you need help escaping the Red Bull merch warehouse she’s gonna fix him I can feel it in my bones

At first, you laughed.

Max didn’t care. At all. He thought fashion discourse was stupid. He wore what was comfortable. He thought his black jeans were versatile. He liked that his Red Bull shirts were free. It took everything in you not to rip his wardrobe apart on sight. But you didn’t.

Because underneath the tragic styling and the stubborn attitude was someone who made you feel safe. Max didn’t care about your image. Your press. The way your name trended after a runway show. He liked that you always stole his hoodie and made him try your skincare and kissed his neck when he was grumpy.

So you didn’t try to change him.

At first. But then came Paris Fashion Week. And you were invited to Loewe. And he wanted to come.

“Are you sure?” you asked, adjusting your earring in the mirror. “You’ll be photographed.”

He nodded. “I want to see what you do.”

You kissed him. Hard. That night, Max Verstappen wore black trousers. Not skinny. Not strangling his thighs. Just tailored, clean, flattering. A white t-shirt. A soft beige bomber jacket you helped him pick the night before. He left the Red Bull gear at home.

When you arrived at the show, hand-in-hand, the cameras blinked. Stunned.

is that max verstappen in something other than red bull holy shit he’s hot the it girl girlfriend effect is REAL

He didn’t understand the buzz. But he understood the way you smiled at him across the car. The way your hand slid up his thigh under the table. The way you whispered, “You look so good, baby,” when no one was listening.

After that, the changes came slowly.

You never forced it.

But your hoodie became his hoodie. Your oversized cargos got “borrowed” when he forgot sweats. Your stylist sent him a few things as a joke. He tried them on in private, face red, muttering about how stupid it all was. But then he saw the way your eyes lit up when he wore the cream knit sweater to breakfast.

So he wore it again.

Then came Barcelona. A tan linen shirt. Relaxed trousers. No logos.

Then Silverstone. A black leather jacket over a tee with no branding. Perfect pants. New shoes.

You didn’t say a word. But the grid noticed.

“You’ve changed him,” Charles whispered dramatically as Max walked past. “He looks… good.”

“You’re welcome.”

Even Lewis had to admit it. “Man’s pulling looks now.”

Max rolled his eyes. “I’m not pulling anything. She just throws clothes at me.”

You smiled sweetly. “And he catches them.”

Christian Horner pulled you aside one day in hospitality. “I don’t know what you did to him,” he said, “but the sponsor photos are hitting different.”

You winked. “Call it the girlfriend effect.”

Max didn’t talk about it. Didn’t need to. But every time he wore something you picked, he held your hand tighter. Kissed your cheek longer. Let his fingers trail down your back a little slower when you walked into a room.

Because he liked looking good. He just never knew how.

And now? Now he had you.

[ozzgin]

Thank you Ozzy for your quick response, your idea just sparked my passion! I got another one, maybe you'll like this one too: By luck, one of the monsters gained access to the human Internet. He can't believe his luck, especially when he finds out that among people there are those who prefer monsters! Or at least interested in trying it! He understands that this is a one in a million chance and, since he has zero social skills and his brain is intoxicated with happiness, he begins to write to people in an attempt to get to know each other. Of course, not everything goes well, but he is determined to find someone who will believe him!.. And who will agree to meet in a dark alley on the border of the worlds, where a person could theoretically end up in the dimension of monsters. Go straight to visit him!

I feel like this could be its own story, independent from the monster author! Here, put on the dealer's trench coat. Go join the kimono anon.

And...connect.

He gawks in disbelief. Did he really just access the human Internet? It could very well be a scam. He clicks on a link, then another, then another. Thousands and thousands of pages, profiles, images, news. No monster could orchestrate such a complex prank. This has to be the real deal.

He rapidly scans the lines of text, overwhelmed. He didn't expect such a colossal influx of information. He wanted to know more about humans, of course, but this...where to start? Where to look? At last, his reptile eyes rest on a particular post:

Am I the only one who finds the monster character hot?

The comments are filled with people agreeing and offering other examples. The term 'monster fucker' is frequent. He hums to himself, a shiver of excitement running down his spine. His thick tail sways from side to side, restless.

Not only has he found an opening to the human world, but there are humans who would consider mating with him? He's almost tempted to ask his fellow beastly friend if he's dreaming or hallucinating, but he won't: this is his secret, a chance too fantastic to be shared with anyone else.

The one problem - to his despair - is that no one will believe him when he introduces himself as a monster. At best, he's accused of having a strange humor. At worst, he's called a creep.

Only one person has agreed to meet him. You. Why not, you asked yourself with ridiculous indifference and calm. If he's lying, you can just go home. If he isn't, you get laid by a nightmarish creature like you always dreamed of.

He paces back and forth, occasionally glancing ahead. You should be here soon. Lord Cthulhu, he can barely contain himself. What if you reject him? You wouldn't. You can't do this to him.

At last, he sees you approaching from a distance. Stunning. Adorable. Breedable. There's no way in the great Hells that he's letting you go now.

[More Monsters]

[theformulaimagines]

Look at that woman (breaking my heart) | Part 11

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: age gap (reader is 27), major angst, fluff inbetween, my first time doing smau

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem Vettel!Reader

masterlist

f1 has made a post

liked by y/nvettel, lando and 729,928 others

f1: We saw 10 gorgeous liveries at F1 75 LIVE... but which one was your fave? 😍

#F1 #Formula1 #F175LIVE

view all comments

user 1: VCARB >>>>>>>>>

user 2: obsessed with everyone booing the FIA 😩🙏🏻

user 3: y/n tbh 🫡

user 4: @/user 3 you’re actually so real for that

y/nvettel has made a post

liked by sebastianvettel, lewishamilton and 2,482.818 others

y/nvettel: tonight was so humbling! thank you @/f1 and everyone involved for trusting me to host and present such an incredible and exciting event! forever grateful!!!

view all comments

f1: stunning, spectacular give me 4000 of them

user 1: @/f1 😭😭😭😭

user 2: you looked amazing

user 3: the nepo baby of f1 gooood lord keep her off my screens

sebastianvettel: proud is an understatement ❤️

ham44_supporter has made a post

liked by 34,928 people

ham44_supporter: my princess diana

view all comments

user 1: now take a big guess WHO mentioned him

user 2: @/user 1 „i know im technically not allowed to be biased tonight but well…you know the rumors“ GAGGED

user 3: @/user 2 the way you could HEAR people GASP

user 3: god he’s stunning

A few weeks later.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Formula 1 testing week. The cars will be back on track in a few moments."; David Croft declares, looking over at Martin Brundle:" There is so much to look forward to and I am so thankful that Nico Rosberg is going to join us as well in a couple of minutes.“

Martin nods at the screen:“ And looks like Hamilton has just got into his car. I cannot lie to you, I am so excited to finally be able to look over some official data. After all those rumors of potential leaks were flooding the internet.“

„Red suits him amazingly.“, his colleague adds, making him laugh. „Looks like someone else is also amazed by him in-.“

„Good morning, guys!“, a voice cuts him off:“ Can you see me?“ The two men both turn their heads to the screen, catching sight of a grinning Nico. „Yes, hi!“, David says:“ It‘s so good to see you! How are you?“

„I‘m doing good.“, The blonde answers:“ But I fear, I interrupted you, Martin.“ He chuckles. „No, you didn't. I just wanted to point out that Y/N Vettel is in Hamilton's garage this morning as well.“ The image on the screen changes to the outside of Hamilton's garage, where Y/N is standing next to a couple of engineers. She’s wearing the signature red Ferrari jacket, while looking around the site.

„The last few months must’ve been tough.“

„Well, Nico. You know both personally. What’s your opinion?“

The blonde man sighs:“ Well, it’s important to remember that this isn’t really any of our business. Plus Y/N has a great relationship with her brother, and his opinion means everything to her. We all know how highly he speaks about him, so I believe if anything he’s happy she’s with a guy like Lewis. If they‘re both happy, I‘m happy. Everyone else should think the same about them.“

[corvessa]

Some Flashing Cameras, A Model Boyfriend, And Forgetting How To Stand

a/n:This one was such a blast to write, I loved putting reader in Theo’s world for once (awkward interviews and all). If you have any requests or ideas you’d like to see, feel free to send them my way! I haven’t gotten one before, but I’d be super excited to try

Summary: Your Twitch stream gets derailed when chat finds that red carpet photo — you, awkward in satin, beside your movie star boyfriend, Theo. As chaos unfolds, you and Theo relive the night: the nerves, the interviews, and the quiet pride. He’s a natural. You panic-talked about boom mics. But he wouldn’t have it any other way — and he’s already planning to bring you to every premiere from now on.

You were two hours deep into a peaceful Stardew Valley stream, hands busy harvesting cauliflower, when your Twitch chat suddenly turned into a digital stampede.

Not “oops I forgot to feed my cows” kind of chaos.

No. This was real-world internet event chaos.

- UH HELLO?? - YOU WEREN’T GONNA TELL US? - EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW - i’m sweating. i’m actually sweating

You narrowed your eyes. “What did I do now? I literally just gave Gus a diamond.”

A link dropped into chat. Then several more. All Instagram.

“…Okay,” you muttered, opening one.

It loaded to Variety’s official page: a carousel of photos from The Arcadian Crown’s premiere the night before — Theo’s new film. You already felt your stomach tighten, even before the second image loaded.

Photo one: Theo. Looking like he’d been carved from some ancient Roman fantasy — all clean lines and confidence, dressed in a midnight-blue tux with subtle embroidery along the lapel, his hair swept back like he belonged on a Vogue cover.

Photo two: Theo... and you.

You stood beside him, hand in his, clearly mid-smile. You wore a long satin dress in deep forest green — off-shoulder, flowy, elegant. Theo had picked it with you. It even had pockets. And yet...

Your smile was just a bit too tense. Your posture too rigid. One shoulder slightly raised like you weren’t sure how you’d ended up there and whether or not you were blocking someone’s important shot.

The caption didn’t help:

🌟 “The Arcadian Crown” premiere lit up Hollywood last night — including leading man Theodore Nott and his date 👀

- "his date" they say LMAOO - CHAT ALREADY KNEW. INTERNET COULD NEVER - she looks like she got dropped there by Google Maps - THE DRESS THE DRESS YOU LOOKED SO GOOD - this is your royal ball moment shut up

You dropped your face into your hands. “Oh my god. I look like I wandered onto the carpet trying to find the bathroom.”

From the hallway, Theo’s amused voice called, “I told you that photo was gonna surface.”

You groaned. “Why didn’t you warn me I was gonna be tagged in a Variety post?!”

Theo strolled in, hair damp from the shower, holding a cup of coffee like this was just another Tuesday. “You looked stunning.”

“I looked terrified. I was standing like I was in a group photo for a job I didn’t apply for.”

“And yet,” he said, sipping calmly, “still the most beautiful person there.”

- shut up SHUT UP - he’s so disgustingly in love it’s unbearable - no because he’s right and he should say it

You flipped to the third photo in the post and cringed harder. The interview moment.

You and Theo were mid-red carpet interview — you visibly tense, hands knotted in front of you, while Theo looked completely at ease, answering questions with practiced charm. You remembered that moment far too well.

“He asked me what it was like dating a movie star,” you muttered.

“And you said,” Theo prompted, already smiling.

You covered your face again. “I said, and I quote: ‘It’s weird, but in a hot way.’”

Chat erupted.

- NOOOOOOOOO - i was THERE for that interview and i still gasped - iconic. cringe. legendary.

“Also,” you groaned, “when he asked if I was in entertainment too, I panicked and said, ‘Kind of. I yell at video games on the internet.’”

Theo was fully laughing now. “And then you told him, ‘I mostly fix code and scream into a webcam.’”

“I WAS NERVOUS.”

“You were perfect.”

You gave him a suspicious look. “I was twitching.”

“You were real. The internet gets a thousand polished photos every day. You were the only person on that carpet who didn’t try to pretend.”

- I’M NOT OKAY - theo pls some of us are emotionally fragile - the bar is on the floor and he’s still ten feet above it

You shook your head, overwhelmed but grinning now. “I just didn’t want to ruin your big night.”

Theo leaned down, resting his hands on the back of your chair. “You made it better. I’ve done these premieres a dozen times. But having you there? Watching you try so hard to be cool when you were clearly plotting your escape route?” He smiled. “That was the first one I actually wanted to remember.”

Silence for a beat.

You turned to look up at him. “I really am proud of you, you know.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean it. I watched you on that screen last night, and I was just—blown away. You’re so good, Theo. Like, annoyingly good. You deserve every camera flash and question and headline. I just—I didn’t want to distract from that.”

“You didn’t,” he said simply. “You were the part I wanted to show off.”

-okay well I’m dead now thanks - “you were the part I wanted to show off” i’m SOBBING - this is relationship endgame. this is cinematic.

You exhaled, heart full, cheeks warm. “I guess we survived it.”

“You say that like you’re not coming to the next one.”

You blinked. “What?”

Theo grinned. “You’re coming to every premiere from now on. I don’t care how many awkward photos get posted. I don’t care if you answer another question by saying, ‘I’m mostly just here for the hors d’oeuvres.’ You’re coming.”

You opened your mouth to protest, then paused. “...I did take like three mini quiches.”

“You took four,” he corrected. “I counted.”

- i love them i love them i love them - “you took four” i can’t DO THIS - i’m gonna write vows for them myself at this point

You turned back to the stream with a helpless shrug. “Anyway, I guess I’m now a recurring red carpet guest.”

Theo pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And you’re keeping the green dress. You looked like a goddess in it.”

“Yeah, a goddess who didn’t know where to look when someone aimed a camera at her.”

He laughed. “Even better. You were the only one not pretending.”

Later that night, curled up on the couch, you scrolled through memes of your awkward red carpet face next to Theo’s model-smolder. One showed you mid-blink beside his perfect smirk, captioned:

📸 “POV: Your boyfriend’s a movie star and you just remembered how to stand.”

You snorted. “I look like I photobombed your premiere.”

Theo glanced over. “You looked perfect.”

You raised a brow.

He smirked. “Okay, real. But still perfect.”

Then, casual as anything: “By the way, we’re doing an interview together tomorrow.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“They asked. I said yes. It’s short — just a joint segment. Nothing dramatic.”

“I complimented a boom mic yesterday.”

“You also looked at me like I’d hung the stars,” he said. “People noticed.”

You buried your face in his hoodie. “I’m going to combust.”

“Too bad,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “You’re stuck with me. And yes, you’re coming to every premiere from now on.”

You groaned.

He just grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand through all of it.”

And yeah — you probably would combust. But with him next to you, it didn’t feel so scary.

[venussaidso]

This stunning lady, Ava Asly, has been popping up on my Pinterest for a long time now and she always looked like Hayden Panettiere to me. Finally checked her vedic chart. And she turns out to be an Ashwini Moon native!! Just like Hayden Panettiere!

Quite uncanny if you ask me.

It's also hilarious how I found her on Pinterest today. I was looking through Pamela Anderson's styles and when I was given similar images; there she was, along with other Ketu natives who popped up. And all their styles are similar.

only one does not have ashwini and you can clearly see who. one thing about most ashwini women, they love love long hair with lots of volume.

And the way Pinterest had Zendaya's pic under Pamela's... Pinterest does this so often, it's kinda freaky.

Volume is important!

Also, with so many birth years Haifa Wehbe has on the internet, it's still very likely that she has Ashwini Moon. Her make-up, her style, and her aura is very much similar to those mentioned women.

You can say it's not very classy. But I love a cheap, dark look.

Lauren Sanchez, who has Mula Sun, is kinda getting it.

[brinasheqrt]

could u do a fic where brina is feeling self-conscious about herself (due to hate on thr internet) and reader notices and gets a little protective and comforts her? thxx!!

Unfiltered

pairings - sabrina carpenter x fem!reader

warnings - online hate, insecurity, mild body image issues.

wc - 2.6k

an - remember you are beautiful , don’t let anyone tell you differently <3

You weren’t sure when exactly Sabrina stopped laughing at your jokes.

Maybe it was yesterday. Maybe the day before. Or maybe it was subtle—something that had been building in her bones like cold weather moving in unnoticed until suddenly you were caught in a downpour.

What you did know was this: she wasn’t okay.

It started with her phone.

She was glued to it more than usual, thumbs flying over the screen like she was trying to fight a war with words. You caught glimpses—Twitter, Instagram, TikTok—scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. Her face unreadable. Blank. That was the worst part. Not sadness, not anger. Just… nothing.

You didn’t want to pry, so you gave her space. But by day three, the silence had grown teeth.

She didn’t hum in the kitchen anymore. She didn’t curl up next to you on the couch like she always did, throwing her legs across your lap like they belonged there (which, they did). She didn’t ask for coffee runs or beg you to sing with her in the car.

And that morning, when she came out in an oversized hoodie, hair tied up in a loose bun, makeup-free and avoiding your eyes, something twisted deep in your gut.

“Hey, sunshine,” you said, soft, hopeful.

She gave a thin smile. “Hey.”

But it didn’t reach her eyes. It didn’t even get close.

You decided enough was enough.

⸻

It was later that afternoon when you found her in your shared bedroom, sitting on the floor next to the bed with her back against the wall, knees tucked up to her chest. Her phone was face-down beside her. Her eyes were red.

“Brina?” you asked carefully, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you.

She didn’t look up.

You crossed the room and sat down beside her slowly, knees stretched out in front of you, heart pounding.

“What’s going on, baby?”

Her throat moved like she swallowed something heavy. “Nothing.”

You waited. Silence filled the space between you like smoke—thick and choking.

“I don’t believe you,” you said, your voice gentle. “You’ve been quiet all week. You’ve been pulling away from me, from everyone. I know you. And I know when you’re hurting.”

She wiped at her eyes, quick and embarrassed, like crying was something she should apologize for.

“I just…” She hesitated. “I read some stuff online. About me.”

Ah. There it was.

You turned slightly to face her more fully. “What kind of stuff?”

Her lips parted, then closed again like she didn’t want to say it out loud. But then, her voice broke open like glass.

“People saying I’m annoying. Fake. That I’m only successful because I ‘sleep around’ or ‘play the industry’ or ‘use people.’ That I look plastic. That I should stop trying to be sexy because I look like a little girl pretending.”

You stared at her, stunned. Stomach roiling.

“They called me a whore,” she added quietly. “They said I ruined things with other people. That I think I’m better than everyone.”

Her voice cracked on the last word and you moved instantly, pulling her into your arms, cradling the back of her head like she was fragile glass.

“Jesus, Brina,” you whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was being dramatic,” she mumbled against your chest. “Or insecure. I know I shouldn’t care, I know—people are always going to talk—but…”

“You’re human,” you said, holding her tighter. “Of course you care. And those people are full of shit.”

She gave a shaky exhale but didn’t respond. Your hand found her hair, stroking it gently, trying to ground her.

“I just feel like maybe… maybe they’re right,” she whispered.

Your whole body tensed.

“No, no, no,” you said fiercely. “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you even think that.”

She looked up at you, eyes shimmering. “What if I am annoying? What if I do come off as fake? What if I’m not actually talented and everyone’s just been nice to me out of pity or because of who I know? What if I don’t deserve any of this?”

The words hit like a punch to the chest.

You didn’t yell. You didn’t shout. But your next words came with a sharp edge.

“Look at me, Sabrina.”

She blinked.

“Look at me.”

She did.

“You are one of the most real, genuine people I’ve ever met. You are kind. You are hardworking. You are talented as hell. You pour your soul into your music. Into your performances. Into your fans. You give people something to hold onto when the world is falling apart.”

Her breath hitched.

“And what have you gotten in return?” you continued, eyes burning. “Hate. Misogyny. Judgment for daring to be confident. Or beautiful. Or sexual. Or soft. For existing in the public eye.”

You took a breath, trying to steady yourself.

“They don’t know you. They don’t see you singing under your breath while brushing your teeth. Or how you check on me when I’ve had a rough day even when you’re the one falling apart. They don’t see the nights you stay up rewriting lyrics because they don’t feel authentic enough. Or the way you kiss the top of my head like I’m the safest thing in the world.”

Her eyes filled again, but this time, not from shame.

“I see you,” you whispered. “I see every part of you. The messy ones. The scared ones. The brave ones. I know the weight you carry, and I’d carry it with you every day if it meant you didn’t have to feel like this again.”

Her lip trembled.

“I hate them,” you said quietly. “I hate what they’re doing to you. I wish I could grab every person who’s ever said something cruel and make them say it to your face. I wish I could shield you from all of it.”

She leaned into you fully then, curling into your arms like something small and breakable.

“I hate that I believed them,” she whispered. “Just for a minute. I let them in.”

You held her tighter.

“You’re allowed to feel it,” you said. “But don’t unpack and live there. Please. Come back to me.”

You felt her shoulders start to shake. Silent sobs. Grief, shame, exhaustion—years of it spilling out like she’d finally let the dam break.

You rocked her gently. “I got you,” you murmured over and over. “I got you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

⸻

You spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other on the bed. No makeup. No mirrors. No phones. Just the safety of your arms and your heartbeat against her cheek.

You made her tea. Lit her favorite candle. Played the album she never let anyone hear yet. She let you. You both cried a little more.

Later, after sunset, when her face had softened and the redness had faded from her eyes, she turned to you and asked, “Why do you love me?”

You smiled sadly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because you’re Sabrina. Because even when you’re breaking, you still look at me like I’m home. Because you never gave up on your voice, even when the world told you to be quieter.”

You kissed her forehead.

“Because the world doesn’t deserve you, but I get to love you anyway.”

A soft breath escaped her lips, and she leaned her head into your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m really lucky you found me,” she whispered.

“No,” you said, kissing the top of her head. “I’m the lucky one.”

⸻

The next day, she posted a picture on Instagram.

No makeup. Hoodie. Teary eyes, soft smile. Caption: “Still standing. Still singing. Still me.”

She didn’t check the comments.

But you did.

And this time, the love drowned out the noise.

Just like you promised it would.

[maikissed]

a secret sweetheart

jude bellingham x reader

summary: an unexpected article containing an appaling gossip is out. everybody wants to know who Jude's secret sweetheart is... warnings: none, maybe some misspells, I'm sorry, I'm writing like crazy to release some stress as of late...

You jumped up on you seat as soon as your eyes landed on the article. Your mouth wide open, you were hurriedly eyeing the words written in the most outrageous and presumptive manner. And the pictures too, how was it that the moment captured by lenses of a camera was showing such inconsistent image? Giving off the impression that everything described below might most likely be real. Your eyes turning wider and wider with every read word, you turned restless in a span of a second. You huffed analysing the photos, your lip nervously placed between your teeth, you were fuming. It perfectly presented your wide smile, little summer dress on you, his hand placed on your hip, he was looking down at you, his eyes engrossed in something you might have had said seconds before the picture was taken, delicate, tender smile upon his lips. It was indeed sending some kind of message. And you were furious.

“Jude” you called after energetically entering the living room.

His eyes shot up from his phone, he eyed you curiously.

“Have you seen this?” you approached him quickly, the screen of your phone practically in his nose.

He groaned, grabbing your wrist to steady your hand and fleetingly eyed the article. Not even giving it a proper attention. He didn’t seem bothered at all, your eyes widened at his reaction, or lack of it, truth be told.

“What about it?” he asked nonchalantly in a calm voice.

“What about it?! Can you see what it says?!” you screeched, feeling almost hysterical.

“I can see they called you stunning” he beamed at you, relaxing on the sofa.

“Jude!” you almost yelled “The whole world now believes that I am your secret sweetheart!” you accented the last two words using your fingers to present the quote gesture; these were in fact words used in the material.

He opened his mouth to comment on that, but you silenced him angrily with a quick flick of your hand and started to read:

“Now we can say that it is kind of unexpected turn of events for us. Jude Bellingham, an English professional footballer who plays as a midfielder for spanish La Liga club Real Madrid and the England national team, finally presented his secret sweetheart! Not yet spotted accompanied by any lady, despite many rumours of dating the prettiest lot of models and famous influencers, was seen strolling the streets of California with an… unknown beauty. We must say she is stunning, true pleasure to the eyes. And we are surprised, we’ve been hearing so much about his latest infatuation with the Dutch model, Laura Celia Valk” you could hear him scoff but you did not avert your gaze from the article, raising your voice to make sure he won’t interrupt you “But there weren’t any unveiled revelations about their relationship and now we can openly say – multimillionaire star has his eyes and attention somewhere else. And his eyes are full of adoration! We have it all on pictures! Just take a look and tell us this is not the most enjoyable view of a young love blossoming between these two. Why all this secrecy, Jude? Scream, shout and show your happiness to the whole world! We’re waiting for some more sweet content from these two!”

Your cheeks heated, your chest rising and falling in exasperation. You looked at him expectantly. You could see he was fighting a smile, the corner of his lip rising in a smirk. He was amused, you were vexed and anxious.

“When will all this shite with Laura end?” he frowned and you grabbed the nearest pillow placed beside him to throw it in his direction.

“It ends now because the whole of Internet will blow out with these pictures!”

“Wait a second, let me call them and tell them to delete it this instant. What was the name of the site again?” he leaned to grab the phone from you but you swiftly yanked your hand up.

“Be serious” you growled.

“We were on vacation, they were smart and took the pictures. It’s how media and paps work, there’s not much we could do” he shrugged, still way too calm about this for your liking.

At some point you were prepared that the ongoing, growing interest in his persona would make him more vulnerable and seen, followed. You knew people were very much interested in private lives of stars, especially the rising ones that were the hottest subject around, but you hoped that none of such assumptions would be brought regarding the relations between you two. It was a threat for your own life, your privacy. You feared the repercussions, yet somehow you turned a blind eye. And there you had the consequences. Right in your hand.

“What happens if Kit sees these?” you murmured looking away from your friend.

“Is he that insecure?” he mocked, but you didn’t answer him, your gaze timid and withdrawn as you looked at him briefly “What is it? You didn’t tell him who you’re friends with?” he asked in a simple voice, you stayed silent and a second after you could hear him let out an amused gasp “Ooh, were you keeping me secret, sweets?”

You sharply turned your head to spot a cheeky grin painted on his face. You started to look for that pillow once more.

“Why would I bring up the subject of Mister Jude Bellingham so soon? It’s very fresh, he’d probably end up pining over you” you spat, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Is your choice in men that poor?” he chuckled.

“Don’t be rude” you fought “Like your choice in girls is most tasteful”

“From that appealing article I’d say it is”

Your hands fell down your body and you squinted your eyes at him, agitated by his unmoved attitude and ignorance.

“You will not use me for your good press!” you hissed turning around with intention to leave the room, but Jude quickly grasped your hand before you stormed off.

“That’s not what I meant, y/n” his voice calm and gentle when he pulled you closer to where he was seated.

You stood between his knees, upset and worried, your head down.

“Come here” he murmured making more room for you to sit beside him.

Many thoughts kept raging through your brain. You’ve been thoughtless and silly, hoping that your lives would stay easy and uncomplicated no matter the odds. There was worry blooming inside you, but not exactly about your own self, your own private life; you worried such events would made you both have to choose. Choose to be close, or choose to finally part. You were fearful.

“What’s on your mind now?” he whispered, gently nudging your side.

“How can we be friends amongst all this?” you asked turning your head to look at him.

He had the extraordinary ability to calm your nerves with a soft blink of his eyes, delicate, reassuring smile and tenderness seeping into his gaze as he looked at you. You held it in highest regard, the fact that he always was your safe haven. It should worry you, it did sometimes, but you relished in it still.

“Oh no, don’t start with it” he whined with a funny look on his face “I’m not breaking up with you because of some gossips”

You snorted at his reaction.

“How will I be able to date if any man I meet would most likely compare himself to you?”

The sarcastic question made him laugh loudly and you slapped him briefly on the arm, feeling abashed. How infuriating this boy could be.

“Too bad for them” he shrugged “You can date me then, everybody thinks you already are” that added sentence making you scoff.

“Fuck you” you retorted.

“Sure, why not, we could start with that to break the ice”

“Jude!” you gasped in protest, adding a frustrated groan at his flippancy, trying to stand up from the sofa, but he was quick to snatch you back into his arms.

Your life would most likely complicate much more as long as he was present in it.

[beuxwhoyouare]

Abducted

Ken was out at the mall for a day to himself. Just out of a situationship, he was trying to get his head out of this funk he had been stuck in. He left his favorite k-pop store and clothes shopping when he finally made his way home. The bus towards his apartment was eerily quiet tonight, only him, the driver, and some man wearing some form of shroud were on the dimly lit bus complete with color changing led atmosphere lighting.

When he got to his stop, the shrouded figure followed him, but Ken's clouded mind didn't allow him to perceive it yet. He walked into his little studio apartment and quickly headed into the restroom to do what every conventionally attractive male usually does when he has new clothes, take thirst trap photos.

The shrouded figured entity lodged the studio window open while Ken remained in the restroom admiring his own physique. As Ken turned off the light and returned to the dark apartment he bumped into the figure. Too stunned to scream, the tall dark figure knocked Ken out and tied him up on the ground.

Revealing itself to no one, the shrouded figure took off its cloak to reveal its status as an extraterrestrial alien. Its dark grey skin and giant deep dark eyes gazed at the passed out college student on the ground. Placing one finger-like digit on Ken's head, the alien began to light up as he began absorbing a new form.

Slowly, the giant lanky grey alien form began shrinking in height, structural bones cracked as musculature grew into slabs on the aliens arms, legs, chest, and stomach. Hair began sprouting on its head as the giant dark eyes it previously had turned into tinier ones with pupils and white areas. The alien began to blink its new eyelids and move every facial feature on its new face as if trying on a new item of clothing for the first time.

The real Ken began waking up to see the alien beginning to take his form, shocked back into silence. He wouldn't believe what was happening in front of him if someone else had told him about it. Moments later the alien noticed Ken waking up and moved to tie up the human's mouth and a tossed shirt on the floor to hide his eyes. All Ken could do was squirm as he already knew the truth that an imposter was stealing his identity. As his muffled screaming and wrapped up limbs couldn't be heard as he lived on the first floor of the complex.

An unclothed doppelganger of Ken now stood above the real one. The alien looked at the one on the floor wearing clothing and began his process to emulate a real human. Rifling through the studio, it searched for clothing pieces to resemble an outfit.

Upon settling on random pieces, the alien began tinkering with Ken's phone left in the restroom. Unbeknownst to the piece of technology, it unlocked itself for the imposter as it then began downloading aspects of Ken's life from the many messages, internet search history, and of course images. The most recent ones catching the aliens attention, as it then put down the phone and began recording so it can begin emulating things the real Ken did.

The real Ken managing to get the shirt off his eyes and squirming enough to witness it all happen second by second.

The real Ken inched closer before finally managing to get the cloth out of his mouth. He yelled at the alien, catching him off guard. "Why are you doing this to me?!" Instead of flinching the alien turned nearly immediately and then approached Ken on the floor. Picking him up easily to sit him up on a nearby couch, the alien then moved in towards Ken's face. As the human continued to yell hysterically and eventually bite towards the alien in a sad attempt to defend himself, the alien placed their lips together. To many, finding out what it's like making out with yourself would be an erotic dream, but to the Ken it was a nightmare. He moved in protest and continued to scream but eventually the screams felt like they were being sucked right out of him.

When the alien moved away from Ken, the alien cleared his throat. "Testing human voice one, two, three. Thank you human Ken for that audio assimilation protocol. It's a necessity to allow us to communicate in the tongues of the dominant species. You may want to continue protesting, but that will no longer be a possibility, the protocol requires a complete stripping of the original specimen's communication ability."

Sure enough, Ken tried to speak but no sound was coming from his unblocked mouth anymore. The alien moved to get a syringe-like device from his cloak on the ground, approaching the real ken. "This is now the end of your donation period. Thank you for your participation, my kind will forever thank you for your participation."

The alien stabbed the syringe into Ken and quickly it took it's effect. Bones cracked as the stretched and reformed to make Ken significantly taller than before. Musculature shrunk into sinewy arm-like limbs. Hair began disappearing on his head as giant dark eyes took over his human ones. Ken now looked like the alien before his transformation. And before he could protest, the new "Ken" came up and "knocked him out" or so did the original Ken think. The new Ken turned from the now dead alien and returned back to his explicit examination of his new form.

His exploration continued...something was calling his attention and he was ready to see how the human body worked.

[hisfavegirl]

Jacaerys Velaryon As Your Soulmate.

Thanks to @zaldritzosrose for letting me use your beautiful dividers 🫶🏻

When He Propose To You.

The moment was so perfect it felt unreal. The Santorini sunset painted the sky in hues of gold, pink, and deep orange, casting a glow over the endless blue of the Aegean Sea. The soft breeze carried the scent of salt and summer, and the sound of the waves crashing below only made everything more surreal.

Jace had been acting a little off all day—nervous, fidgety, but still smiling like he always did when he looked at you. And then, as you stood together on the private balcony of your villa, overlooking the breathtaking view, he suddenly dropped to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

For a second, it felt like the entire world went silent.

Jace was staring up at you, his eyes filled with so much love it almost knocked the air out of your lungs.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for so damn long, I don’t even remember what life was like before you. And I don’t want to. I want you forever. Will you marry me?”

Your hands flew to your mouth, eyes already burning with tears. Your heart was pounding, your breath caught in your throat, and the moment felt so overwhelmingly perfect that for a split second, you couldn’t even speak.

Then you nodded frantically, laughing through your tears.

“Yes! Jace, yes!”

The second the words left your lips, he slipped the ring onto your finger—a stunning diamond that sparkled like the damn Santorini sky—before pulling you into his arms, spinning you around as you laughed and cried at the same time.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he murmured against your lips, grinning like a lovesick fool.

“I’ve always been stuck with you,” you whispered back, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

And just like that, under the Santorini sunset, with the waves and the wind as your witnesses, you said yes to forever.

When You And Jace Posted The Announcement Of Your Engagement.

The internet broke.

The moment you and Jace posted the engagement photo—a breathtaking shot of you two in the crystal-clear waters of Santorini—the reactions were instantaneous.

The image was perfectly intimate: Jace, half-submerged in the water, his toned arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close, pressing a deep, possessive kiss to your lips. The sunlight reflected off the ocean, making the stunning diamond ring on your finger gleam as you lifted your hand, subtly flexing your fingers in a way that made it impossible to miss.

The caption?

“Forever with him. ☀️💍”

Jace’s post?

“She said yes. My girl, my future, my forever. 💙”

And just like that, chaos erupted.

Jace’s fangirls:

"NOOOOOOOO THIS ISN’T HAPPENING"

"I WAS LITERALLY MANIFESTING MY TURN WTF"

"DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THE SANTORINI OCEAN IS ACCEPTING DROWNED TEARS?"

"HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MARRY ME??"

"DELETE THIS I CAN’T BREATHE"

"'My girl, my future, my forever' YEAH JUST KILL ME THEN"

Your fanboys:

"BRO SHE’S GONE. IT’S OVER FOR US."

"This is pain. Real pain."

"Jace, let’s talk. I just wanna chat. loads shotgun"

"Do y’all think we still have a chance if she loses the ring in the ocean???"

"SHE WAS OUR QUEEN, NOW SHE’S HIS WIFE. WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT."

"Fellas, we lost a soldier today."

Random internet reactions:

"The way she’s flexing that ring while kissing him, she WANTED us to suffer."

"Jace bagged the baddest and made sure we all KNEW it. Respect."

"This is the equivalent of a public execution."

"Santorini tourism just skyrocketed bc everyone’s gonna go cry in the ocean now."

"The way he’s holding her? That man is NEVER letting go."

"This is some movie-level romance, wtf I’m so jealous."

Meanwhile, Jace? Smug as hell. The second the internet started melting down, he was in the comments, liking the most dramatic ones and posting another photo of him holding your hand, the ring on full display, with the caption:

“No refunds, no exchanges. She’s mine now. 💍😎”

And if that wasn’t enough? He posted a story of you two laughing in the Santorini sunset, him kissing your neck before murmuring:

“Sorry, guys. She picked me.”

The internet never recovered.

Jace Family Reaction To Your Engagement Announcement.

The Velaryons and Targaryens had very different reactions, but one thing was clear—they did not see this coming.

Rhaenyra (His Mother):

💬 “My son… engaged? I blinked and he was just a boy. Now he’s posting thirst traps and proposing in Santorini? Time flies…”

—Cue her immediately calling Jace, demanding details, and planning an extravagant wedding before you even had a chance to process everything.

Daemon (His Step-Father):

💬 “Took you long enough, boy. Thought I’d have to lock you two in a room until you figured it out.”

—He acts casual, but he’s secretly proud and already threatening Jace to never mess this up.

Baela & Rhaena (His Step-Sisters):

💬 Baela: “JACE. YOU DIDN’T TELL US YOU WERE PROPOSING?!”

💬 Rhaena: “Omg, she said yes?? Of course she did, but still!!”

—Both of them are spamming your phone demanding pictures of the ring, the moment, and every single detail.

Lucerys (His Younger Brother):

💬 “Wait… does this mean I have to call you my sister now?”

—He’s genuinely confused but happy, liking the post and commenting “Congrats, I guess.”

Aegon (His Uncle & Frenemy):

💬 “Bro, what the actual fuck? You got engaged before me? Oh, this is WAR.”

—Petty. Bitter. Fake mad but lowkey proud. He’ll NEVER admit it, though.

Aemond (His Other Uncle & Rival):

💬 “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

—Says this like he isn’t internally SHOCKED that Jace actually locked it down. He liked the post, but only because Helaena forced him.

Helaena (His Sweet Aunt):

💬 “This is wonderful! You both look so happy! 💙”

—Genuinely happy for you two, immediately asking if she can help plan anything.

Corlys & Rhaenys (His Grandparents):

💬 Corlys: “She’s family now. Make sure you treat her like a Velaryon.”

💬 Rhaenys: “It’s about time. I’ve been waiting for this.”

—They’re quietly pleased, but already discussing wedding venues and guest lists behind your backs.

Meanwhile, Jace?

He’s just grinning at his phone, watching the chaos unfold while pulling you into his lap, whispering:

“Guess there’s no turning back now, huh?” 😏

When You And Jace Posted Your Wedding Video On Internet.

The second the wedding video dropped—Jace walking out of the church, hand in hand with you, his smile so bright it could blind the sun—his fangirls lost their minds.

Jace Velaryon, the golden boy, the sweetheart, the man who had fangirls swooning over his every move, was officially off the market. And not just off the market—completely, hopelessly, obsessively in love with you.

The caption?

“Forever wasn’t long enough, so I married her. 💙”

And with that, Jace’s fanbase entered a collective meltdown.

Instagram Comments Section: A Fangirl Massacre

“This is the worst day of my life.” 😭💔

“WHY DID I EVEN WAKE UP TODAY?!”

“Not Jace grinning like he just won the world. What about US?!?”

“How am I supposed to recover from this betrayal?” 💔

“The way he’s holding her. The way he’s looking at her. The way he KISSES HER. I CAN’T DO THIS.”

Twitter/X Reactions: A Global Crisis

“Jace Velaryon getting married feels like my boyfriend just left me for another woman.”

“His smile. HIS SMILE. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SMILE LIKE THAT FOR ME.”

“I feel like I’ve been personally victimized by this wedding video.”

“Not only did he marry her, but he looks like he’s thriving while doing it. This is actual pain.”

“Y’all saw the way he lifted her off the ground in that kiss? We lost, girls. We lost.”

TikTok Reaction Videos: Fangirls in Mourning

One girl dramatically closing her laptop: “This is my villain origin story.”

Another girl wrapped in a blanket, chugging wine: “How do you cope when the love of your life marries someone else?”

A group of fangirls watching the video in stunned silence before screaming: “NOOOOOO!”

Someone crying into a Jace Velaryon fan poster: “He was supposed to be OUR husband!”

💔 The Ultimate Heartbreak: Jace’s Wedding Reception Photos

If the wedding video wasn’t enough, the reception photos sent fangirls straight into their graves.

• Jace pulling you into his lap during dinner, his nose nuzzling into your neck.

• Jace kissing your hand with a lovesick expression, completely mesmerized by you.

• Jace dipping you low on the dance floor, his forehead pressed against yours.

• Jace grinning like a fool as you fed him a piece of wedding cake.

• Jace whispering something in your ear that had you laughing, his hand possessively gripping your thigh.

At this point, some fangirls uninstalled social media, some sobbed into their pillows, and some stared at their screens in mute devastation.

The Final Blow: Jace’s Response to the Fangirl Meltdown

Just when the internet was suffocating in despair, Jace himself responded:

@JacaerysVelaryon: “She’s my everything. Hope you all find someone who makes you feel this way someday. 💙”

And just like that, he destroyed whatever hope his fangirls had left.

When You And Jace Posted About Your Pregnancy.

Jace’s fangirls were NOT okay.

The second the post dropped, absolute hysteria erupted across the internet.

The photo? Devastating.

Jace stood behind you, both hands wrapped around your very prominent baby bump, his head tucked against your neck. His smile? Radiant. Proud. Smug. But the next slide? That was the real fatal blow.

An ultrasound.

Three. Embryoss

The caption? Gentle, but absolutely lethal.

“A family of five… and we couldn’t be happier.”

And then—the chaos began.

“THREE??? NOT ONE. NOT TWO. BUT THREE BABIES????”

“I just dropped to my knees in the middle of a grocery store.”

“Oh my god, we lost. Not only is she pregnant, but she’s having THREE of his kids. This is a massacre.”

“I need a support group immediately.”

Some fangirls went into pure denial mode:

“No. This isn’t real. It’s a prank. HAHA, right? Right?”

“I refuse to accept this. The ultrasound is AI-generated. FAKE NEWS.”

“Maybe it’s for a movie? A promotional stunt? PLEASE, SOMEONE, TELL ME THIS IS FAKE.”

Others…? Full breakdowns.

“I JUST KNOW THOSE BABIES ARE GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL AND IT HURTS.”

“She really secured the bloodline… Three kids… She made sure she was LOCKED IN.”

“I can’t even be mad, she did what needed to be done.”

“This is the equivalent of getting blown off the battlefield. We fought hard, ladies, but we were defeated.”

The fan edits? Exploding. The hashtags? Trending worldwide.

Within minutes, #JaceTripletBombshell was dominating social media. People were analyzing the ultrasound, dissecting Jace’s body language in the photo, and crying over the fact that he had officially left the fangirl market… forever.

Jace Velaryon had just ended his fangirls in one post.

When You And Jace Posted About Your Triplets Arrival.

📸: Jace Velaryon Instagram Post

— A photo of you in a hospital bed, looking absolutely exhausted but glowing, cradling three tiny newborns. Jace is beside you, full-on crying, his face buried in your shoulder while holding one of the babies.

The Caption?

“Our greatest adventure yet. Welcome to the world, my little dragons. ❤️🔥”

And with that, the internet broke.

Jace’s Fangirls:

“I woke up thinking it was going to be a good day… and now I find out HE HAS THREE CHILDREN?!”

“FIRST, THE ENGAGEMENT. THEN, THE WEDDING. AND NOW TRIPLETS? JACE, GIVE US TIME TO HEAL.”

“WHY DOES HE LOOK SO CUTE CRYING??? I SHOULD BE THE ONE CRYING.”

“Do you guys think there’s still a chance? Like maybe in another life?”

“His SPERM WORKS FAST, WTF.”

“My man didn’t just get stolen… HE WAS MULTIPLIED.”

“I just know he sings lullabies to those babies. I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.”

Your Fanboys:

“BRO I WAS STILL GETTING OVER THE WEDDING, WHAT IS THIS?”

“I’m so happy for her but also so deeply in pain.”

“Not only did she marry Jace, but she gave him THREE CHILDREN?? I AM SHATTERED.”

“Triplets. She really said, ‘Here’s a family in one go.’”

“Jace is crying, I’m crying, we’re all crying.”

“She’s really in her MILF era now… I can’t keep up.”

The General Public Watching the Chaos Unfold:

“This is the biggest internet heartbreak since Zayn left One Direction.”

“We lost him, y’all. Jace Velaryon is officially a father of THREE.”

“WHO LET THIS HAPPEN?!”

“Triple the babies, triple the heartbreak for the fandom.”

Meanwhile, Jace? He’s still sniffling, rocking one of the babies in his arms, looking at his phone and shaking his head at the absolute meltdown in his comment section.

“Damn… they’re really taking this hard, huh?” he murmurs, wiping his tears while kissing your forehead.

You glance at his screen, seeing thousands of devastated comments. Smirking, you whisper:

“Told you they weren’t ready.”

Tag list : @danytar @hangmanscoming @julessworldd @yazzzmints @giirlinblack @searatarg @vaelry @callsignwidow @ashblooddragons

[gibsongirled]

https://www.tumblr.com/gibsongirled/759851498892050432/headcanons-of-schlatt-x-reader-as-a-guest-on?source=share

I need more of this it is so cute

being on chuckle sandwich headcanons !!

a/n: part two to this !!

you sometimes appear in the background of some episodes

ted calls you out when he sees you

it's like where's waldo, but chuckle sandwich version

schlatt posts cryptic images of you randomly at odd times

internet sleuths find the only two solo pictures of you that weren't privated

and of course it was on facebook

it was so clear that you weren't a streamer and weren't that involved online

episodes that featured you were chaotic

you'd say the most random shit and leave the men stunned

and then crack yourself up after saying them

because you know that you're hilarious

schlatt's the only person who can actually keep up with you tbh

on the episodes that you do not appear, you send schlatt texts that he's supposed to read out

he cannot get through the first word without laughing his ass off

commenters spam for you when you're not on the episode

you probably managed to appear in three episodes in the entire year tbh

and that's not including the background appearances

[fairestbeard]

Addendum 2: other random sex jokes

+Notes on sex

Read the main article.

1) The white board

- Dildo being on the least of things to buy

- Toilet called Latriana

- Fak owing 69$ with "he sucks" pointing to it. 69 is an oral sex position.

- Stick man with spread apart arse hole labelled Fak.

I'll also like to add that we only see this full display of the white board/sus signs in Syd and Carmy's scenes only.

2) Ball Breaker top player list

3) More squirt jokes memes on the internet

4) Dom/sub Richie and Fak

5) Richie and Fak: horny mirroring of Sydcarmy

6) Syd spying Carmy's ass for no reason at all.

7) The Bear team really got jokes

Behind Syd's head is two zeroes, decimals from a larger sum but in this framing only the last zeroes are showing, so they look like eyes. There's an arrow linking two of them with the message fucku, with the u fainter than the fuck. So it could be read just as "fuck".

In this scene Carmy is sitting below Sydney, putting their eyes in different positions, high and low so,

00

00

The camera also films Syd mostly from below and Carmy from above indicating their point of view and how they're seeing each other.

Yes, this is a stretch. Yes, it most likely just a coincidence. But just imagine if it wasn't. And I'm telling you, there's at least half a chance that it wasn't.

_______________________

Notes on resistance to sex in The Bear

There has been much ado about whether there should be sex incorporated (in canon terms) in The Bear, with a lot of unusually strong voices passionately stating their aversion to the idea, especially between Carmy and Syd.

Many arguments have ranged from

"it's not a show about sex",

"Syd and Carmy's relationship is too beautiful and sex will ruin it"

"romance will cheapen the storyline and make the show basic".

I've heard people say "I ship Carmy with therapy" as if mentally ill people don't deserve a chance at love. Or that Syd has to be a lesbian/aroace, because she just has to be, even though she has never indicated in any form her sexuality yet. Many have said how the characters are sexier if they are actually sexless. Like a blank slate they can project their own fantasies on without the fear of the canon.

Another opinion is that it could be hinted that it's happening, but actually showing it would "ruin the vibes" and blah blah blah.

Most of these opinions sre led by racism/misogynoir and certain viewers being uncomfortable with the idea of a very unambiguous, unapologetically black character being paired with the white male lead. Because it shakes that image and perception of women like this being lower on the attraction scale in society (even though Syd (and Ayo indeed) is absolutely stunning).

Another reason for this strong resistance is... well... still racism/misogynoir but more insidious. It's the kind overlayed by the modernized Madonna/whore complex.

Now this complex in on a very long spectrum (and I won't go to deep into explaining this subject, you can find various articles on it) but on the lower end, it is often not very glaring and can be well hidden under the guise of caring too much about the character(s).

For the ones who want a completely sexless character(s), the reasoning often being that the characters are way too complex and well rounded to bother with another sexual layer, mostly directed at Sydney. This is classic madonna-ism.

And it is objectification!

The idea that a character being portrayed as a sexual being among other things ie, truly multidimensional, is a subtraction to that character is doing the exact thing you claim to seek not to do.

The next is the group who think Carmy and Syd's relationship is too special to be "tainted" by sex. The "has to be platonic" group. They describe it as some kind of pure, sacred thing in its complexity and intricacy and so it has to remain puritanically pedestalized and untouched by carnality.

“Where such men love, they have no desire, and where they desire, they cannot love.”

This is a quote from Freud himself describing the Madonna/whore complex. The pure woman is not supposed to be seen sexually as her value is depends on her "virtuousness" so the man who loves her must not desire her that way but must direct such desires away to the whore/mistress.

It is an iteration of this idea that is being placed on Syd and Carmy. A lot of this group don't have a problem with the characters having sex, just absolutely NOT with each other, so they'll have just anybody else play love interests to them. Anybody, no matter how bland or one dimentional. In this version of the Madonna/whore complex, Claire is fine to be the "whore", ie, the object of lust for Carmy - except in this case, it doesn't diminish her in any way. It, infact, raises her value to most viewers or at least it stays the same. But Syd for some weird reason stands to be devalued if she is an object of lust by the same man. A lot have verbally displayed disgust, on their behalf, at the idea of the possibility that these two adults from completely different backgrounds and histories, who hardly even know each other all that much yet, could be attracted to each other. Some have even described it as some form of incest. Wild.

And don't get me wrong, platonic relationships are absolutely beautiful and there's nothing wrong with two people having a deep, complex and intricate platonic connection. It's also ok if that deep, complex and intricate connection is also romantic/sexual. Sex does not degrade, diminish or defect.

The fact that the show, characters and relationships are so complex and nuanced doesn't close off room for them to also be portrayed as sexual beings. That's just a cop out. In fact the reason we relate with the characters and the show so much is because of how close they are to real life.

And in real life, sometimes...a lot of times...we fuck!

And that is not just ok but actually a beautiful thing.

[rebelliousneferut]

finding you | lando norris x model!reader

summary; in the midst of social media pressure you find your soul mate

genre; smau, fluff? i'm not really sure

face claim; angelina michelle

note; english is not my first language

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

f1wags

liked by f1gossip, y/nfans, norris.updates and others

f1wags rumors have been circulating since the beginning of this year about formula 1 driver lando norris and model y/n l/n being in a relationship.

there had been some photos of them being together with friends and they were also captured by some paparazzi but neither of them had confirmed these rumors until today.

this is the photo that lando shared through his Instagram stories.

view comments

username oh... this is weird

username how weird?

username do not misunderstand. i love her and i think she is a very good model, but she looks a little... cold? to be with him

username this is how you perceive her on the internet, but you don't know her and you don't know her true personality. so don't assume those things.

username am i the only one thinking that this is like marketing or smt?

y/nxlando i actually think they are a very good couple ❤️

username how the hell you might already have an account dedicated to them

y/nsource as long as my girl is happy i will be happy too

y/nl/nuser

liked by landonorris, f1gossip, y/nsource and others

y/nl/nuser ✨

view comments

f1gossip lando doesn't miss any post of her

username just like all of us

y/nsource you are always so stunning 😍

❤️ liked by the author

y/nsource she liked my comment!!!!!

y/nxlando mommy slayyyy!!!

username i can't imagine lando dating her, he's so outgoing and she looks so cold

username you assume that just because of a photo. you do not know her so leave her alone

username yes but still

landonorris cute

❤️ liked by the author

username cute??? seriously??? there's no way you could have gotten his attention like that.

f1gossip 🤭🤭🤭

f1wags we need you in the paddock!

username i think she and lando are dating for pr, they don't seem in love

username i agree, they are trying to give her a lovely image

username i genuinely think she is too much for him.

username can you fight lando?

the camera flash is my constant companion, a blinding beacon in the manufactured world i inhabit. every smile, every pose, is a carefully constructed facade. i am a mannequin, a living, breathing doll, expected to embody perfection. the weight of this expectation is crushing my spirit.

behind the scenes, the laughter is forced, the conversations shallow. i am a ghost in my own life, a character trapped in a script I didn't write. the world sees me as a flawless goddess, but the truth is a stark contrast. i am lonely, insecure, and desperately yearning for authenticity.

then, there's lando. amidst the chaos of the fashion world, he is a breath of fresh air. a world away from the superficiality, he is grounded, genuine, and possesses an infectious laughter that makes my heart skip a beat. our paths crossed at a normal day, a chance encounter that ignited a spark.

in his company, i feel seen, truly seen. his eyes hold a depth that mirrors my own longing for something real. there is an understanding between us, a silent acknowledgment of the masks we both wear. in his arms, i find a sanctuary, a place where i can be myself without fear of judgment. lando is my escape, my reality check in a world of illusion.

"what are you thinking about?" lando asked, noticing my distant gaze.

i sighed, my phone still clutched in my hand. "people are saying we're incompatible. that i'm only with you for the image." disappointment laced my voice.

he squeezed my hand reassuringly. "don't let the online noise get to you, love. they don't know us. i love you for who you are, even the cold parts."

i couldn't help but chuckle. "i'm not always cold."

"i know," he replied with a tender smile. "and i love you for that too."

we shared a long, comfortable silence, filled with unspoken understanding.

the following weekend, we walked into the miami gp paddock, hand in hand, ready to face the world together.

f1wags

liked by norrislando.fans, y/nsource, username and others

f1wags lando and his girlfriend y/n arriving at the paddock together today. it is their first public appearance as a couple and also the first time y/n attends a race.

view comments

y/nxlando i love them sm

username of course she was going to be there

y/nsource my girl is so beautiful ofc

username he seems tired of being with her 😂

username for god's sake, get a life

f1 and mclaren

liked by y/nl/nuser, username, norrislandofans and others

f1 LANDO NORRIS WINS HIS FIRST GRAND PRIX 🤩

#f1 #formula1 #miamigp

view comments

y/nsource that was y/n's influence

norrislandofans he won his first race with his girlfriend being there for the first time 🥺🥺

y/nxlando she is his lucky charm for sure

lando.fans my boy did it!!!

username our*

landonorris posted a story;

[caption; my lucky charm ❤️]

y/nl/nuser

liked by landonorris, y/nxlando, franciscacgomes and others

y/nl/nuser miami you will always be so special ❤️

view comments

landonorris i love you

❤️ liked by the author

norrislandofans please don't miss you any race 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

y/nxlando what a beauty moment you two shared after the podium

username fr! for everyone that was saying that they weren't in love

y/nsource i love you!!

we emerged from the storm stronger than before, choosing authenticity over the perfect facade. the world saw us as a couple, but we knew we were soulmates.

standing on the balcony of our secluded retreat, hand in hand, we watched the sunrise. the outside world faded into a distant hum. all that mattered was this moment, us, and the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and unwavering support.

it was a world away from the superficial life I once knew. now, i was living my truth, a story written by my heart, not by the demands of the industry. and by my side was lando, the man who showed me the beauty of being real.

together, we were a masterpiece, an unfiltered portrait of love.

[cursedbyastro]

the faces I reflect

💋 through my exploration of beauty, identity, and the art of reflection, i have turned the mirror inward—toward myself and those who echo my features in the public eye. guided by curiosity and a quiet reverence for fate, i have gathered the names of celebrities i resemble, whether through shared essence or striking similarity, as observed by others. while surface comparisons may appear coincidental, there lies an undercurrent of astrological nuance. birth charts, after all, weave their own stories—sometimes mirroring others through planetary dominances, shared inclinations, or complementary placements. in this brief analysis, i examine not only these surface parallels but also the deeper connections between us.

to preface, i have an ashlesha ascendant that conjuncts my ashlesha jupiter in the first house, magha moon sitting in the second house, mula sun in the sixth house, conjuncting my uttara ashada mercury. it’s also worth mentioning that my vishakha venus and vishakha mars in the fourth house aspect my ascendant. these aspects i feel, and through third party chart anaylsis, make up the largest part of my appearance.

while i lean more towards tropical astrology, i’ve noticed that when it comes to appearance, vedic astrology tends to be much more accurate and often aligns with synchronicities that make sense to me. i’m by no means a professional in either vedic or tropical astrology—these are simply my personal observations based on my own chart. i’ve found joy in exploring both systems individually and together, appreciating the insights and patterns each one can reveal. this is just something i’ve noticed and thought would be interesting to share. the placements mentioned for these celebrities are based on information available on the internet. while birth times and chart details can vary in accuracy, they provide an interesting foundation for observation and comparison. as with any astrological analysis, these placements are shared with curiosity and a lighthearted approach rather than absolute certainty.

💋 china anne mcclain (magha sun, ashlesha venus, magha rahu)

the first and most frequent mention is china anne mcclain—a comparison i’ve heard so often it feels woven into my reflection. between her and lisa bonet, these names have followed me the most, to the point where even my photos app seems convinced her pictures are mine. the resemblance feels uncanny, and while some of our features differ in size, there’s an undeniable thread of similarity that people often say could make us sisters. astrologically, it doesn’t surprise me; there’s a shared energy in the planetary influences that shape us, particularly those ruled by ketuvian and mercurial influences.

as i look back at older media featuring china anne mcclain, i can’t help but see glimpses of my younger self reflected in her—almost as though looking into a mirror. it’s a surreal experience, like rediscovering parts of myself through her image, and at times, it truly feels like a sight to behold. 

being compared to someone as stunning as china always feels like an honor, especially since we’re both in the acting industry—a shared path that makes the connection feel even more significant. the more i’ve acknowledged the resemblance, the more i’ve found myself looking to her for inspiration, particularly when it comes to style. it’s as though seeing her is like seeing a version of myself in a different light, and i often find pieces she wears that i imagine would suit me just as well. it’s a quiet connection, both familiar and affirming, and i can’t help but admire her even more for it.

💋 lisa bonet (magha jupiter, vishakha venus)

another very frequent mention, rivaling china anne mcclain in frequency, is lisa bonet. i’ve been told for years that i resemble her, to the point of being called more her twin than her own daughter, regardless of my hairstyle, and while i used to attribute it to our similar fair-toned complexions, i’ve come to see more of my features reflected in hers over time. people have described it as a certain nostalgic beauty—an essence that seems to linger in both of us—and i can’t help but feel deeply honored to be compared to her. lisa’s beauty has always felt timeless, and being placed in such company feels almost surreal.

out of everyone i’ve been likened to, she is the one i sometimes see most clearly in myself. while i still find a strong resemblance to chyna anne mcclain, especially in essence, complexion-wise i naturally lean more toward lisa. growing up, i always thought she was the epitome of “cool”—effortless, magnetic, and the very definition of an it girl. it’s no surprise i’ve found myself subtly emulating her style and demeanor, as she represents a kind of quiet confidence i’ve always admired.

surprisingly, lisa and i share only a few similar placements, which has made me reconsider the significance of my other placements. for so long, i’ve placed greater weight on my moon nakshatra, overlooking how powerful my other placements truly are. as an honorable mention, her sun falls in my venus & mars nakshatra and her jupiter is in my moon nakshatra, adding a fascinating mercurial influence to her chart. perhaps it’s these unseen threads—subtle yet undeniable—that make the resemblance feel so natural, a connection that extends beyond what meets the eye.

💋 tessa thompson (magha moon)

another celebrity i’ve been compared to—though very slightly more sparingly and quite recently—is tessa thompson, who is absolutely stunning. i’ve admired her work for years, so hearing this comparison, especially for the first time while getting my hair done one day, felt both unexpected and flattering. when i mentioned it to my mom, she immediately agreed, saying she could definitely see it, despite the differences in our bone structure. admittedly, i hadn’t noticed it much at first, but now, when i look at her, there’s a resemblance i can’t deny.

tessa and i also share a ketuvian moon, which aligns with a pattern i’ve noticed: the people i resemble most often share an ascendant or moon placement with me. there’s something fascinating about that subtle astrological link, as if it explains why these comparisons surface so naturally. what i find even more comforting, though, is that many of the celebrities i’ve been told i look like are actresses. as an aspiring actress myself, there’s a certain reassurance in knowing i’m in such good company—or, at the very least, that i could be someone’s doppelgänger on screen.

honorable mentions :

pinkpanthersss (ashwini venus) now, i’ll be honest—this is one comparison i don’t really see at all, and even my mom doesn’t see it. yet, my older sister and a few people on the internet have pointed it out, so it’s a mention worth including. surprisingly, we don’t share any exact placements, though we do have a few ketuvian-ruled nakshatras in common, which may lend a subtle energetic similarity. while there isn’t much astrological linkage between us beyond that, i’ve still been told on occasion that i resemble her. it’s not as frequent as some of the other comparisons, but it happens enough to have caught my attention. even if i don’t see it myself, it’s fascinating how others perceive similarities that sometimes go beyond what we’re able to recognize.

doja cat (vishakha venus, sun, & ascendant) a comparison i’ve received sparingly but often enough to take note. while we don’t share any exact placements within the same nakshatra, there are subtle connections between our charts. her mars aligns with the nakshatra of my sun, and her sun, ascendant, and venus nakshatras mirror my venus nakshatra, which aspects my ascendant. i’ve been told that, from certain angles, i resemble her—enough that i could pass as a stunt double or doppelgänger of some sort. at first, i thought these comparisons were tied to our lighter complexions, but over time, people have specified that i resemble a younger version of her. though i hadn’t seen it myself initially, hearing it repeatedly has made me pause and reflect. it’s a comparison i now find worth mentioning, as it’s been brought up enough times to leave an impression.

halle berry : (magha moon, ashlesha venus & sun) a name that has followed me through passing comments at work, shared observations from coworkers, and the casual assessments of strangers. admittedly, i don’t see the resemblance myself, yet the repetition of it has made me pause. sometimes, beauty can be more than what is plainly visible; it can exist in essence, in the intangible, in a certain way one carries themselves that draws a familiar reflection.

💋 perhaps there are unseen threads that tether us, subtle overlaps in energy or expression that extend beyond what the mirror shows. halle’s presence has long been synonymous with a kind of poised magnetism—graceful yet undeniably powerful. it is a quality that cannot be distilled into features alone, as though it is whispered into existence by something greater. while i remain uncertain of the likeness, there is a quiet acknowledgment that others have seen it—a connection, however faint, written into the nuances of energy and expression that we carry.

💋 in reflecting on these comparisons, i can’t help but feel honored to be in the company of such beautiful, talented women. it’s fascinating to see how astrology connects us in ways we don’t always expect—through subtle threads, shared energies, and placements that reveal themselves quietly but meaningfully. every part of the chart holds significance, from the aspects we value most to those we might overlook—loose connections, harsh angles, or seemingly minor placements all contribute to shaping who we are. in my one face, there are a million—the faces of others reflected through shared features, the essence of similarities, and the faces of my ancestors carried through me. it’s a reminder of how interconnected we all are, not just through appearance but through the energies we hold and the worlds we observe around us. beauty, after all, is in the eye of the beholder, and i am so grateful to be seen and compared in such great company.

until next time, continue observing xoxo

[thelifeofchuckmovie]

New ‘The Life of Chuck’ Image Puts Joy and Hope Back Into Our Cold, Dead Hearts [Exclusive]

Despite the mundane, frustrating, and even downright dismal days, the magnificent beauty of life can’t be understated. This year, audiences are invited to tag along for a ride through the (extra)ordinary in Mike Flanagan’s (The Haunting of Hill House) The Life of Chuck. Adapted by Flanagan from Stephen King’s 2020 novella If It Bleeds, the movie celebrates human connection and explores the impactful ripple effect that one person can have on the lives of many others. Today, as part of Collider’s Exclusive Preview event, we’re beyond excited to show off an exclusive sneak peek of the Tom Hiddleston-led feature that promises to inspire audiences and restore some faith in humanity.

The image showcases a moment shared between the characters played by Chiwetel Ejiofor (12 Years a Slave) and Violet McGraw (M3GAN). We know that the former will appear as Marty Anderson, who viewers will meet shortly after the movie begins. A schoolteacher by trade, Marty is doing his best to save the youth of America by opening their minds to a world beyond the internet. In the photo, we see the two characters standing and chatting under the night sky. Judging by their expressions, the conversation seems a bit tense, but how could it not be with the entirety of society collapsing around them?

With movies like Doctor Sleep and Hush under his belt, as well as a handful of Netflix series like The Haunting of Bly Manor and Midnight Mass, Flanagan has been a standout visionary in the horror world for years. Likewise, King’s name is synonymous with the genre, considered by many to be the greatest horror author of all time. Yet, The Life of Chuck takes a step back from what both creatives are known for, and delves into a deeper and more existential narrative.

Starring Hiddleston in the titular role, the film will pick up at the end of Chuck Krantz’s life where he begins to tell his story backwards. As the events of his timeline unravel before audiences’ eyes, the truth about just how many lives Chuck was able to positively affect comes to light. So, don’t expect jump scares with this one, but instead plan on bringing some tissues and leaving the theater with a renewed sense of wonderment.

The Star-Studded Cast Behind ‘The Life of Chuck’

Just as Chuck Krantz finds his own light shining alongside the cosmos, the cast behind The Life of Chuck is overflowing with some of Hollywood’s brightest talent. Starring alongside Hiddleston as the younger versions of his character are Jacob Tremblay (The Predator) and Benjamin Pajak (Playdate), while the ensemble includes stunning performances from the likes of Mark Hamill (the Star Wars franchise), Karen Gillan (Oculus), Mia Sara (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off), Kate Siegel (Midnight Mass), Matthew Lillard (Five Nights at Freddy’s), and more, with Nick Offerman (Parks and Recreation), putting his soothing vocal tone to good use as the film’s narrator.

Already off to an incredibly promising start, Flanagan’s third feature-length collaboration with King had the crowd on their feet following its premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival last year. It went on to earn the event’s prestigious People’s Choice Award and is wonderfully situated on Rotten Tomatoes with an 86% critics’ rating ahead of its June 6 release date courtesy of Neon.

Check out our exclusive first look image for The Life of Chuck above. Don’t miss the rest of our exclusive looks from the summer’s hottest releases.