#LONG ASS SEB ESSAY

[choccy-milky]

oh boy anon, you’ve activated my trap card. GET READY FOR A SEBASTIAN CHARACTER ANALYSIS ESSAY BELOW LMAO

ok so first off I know im obvs biased, but I don’t actually think my seb is that ooc, AND PUT DOWN YOUR PITCHFORKS IMMA EXPLAIN WHY. but im also gonna explain why I don’t think the other more friendly and lighthearted renditions of seb are ooc either. bc theres so many aspects of seb we get in the game that can be interpreted in so many diff ways, and so this is how i see it/landed on MY rendition of seb:

PROTECTIVENESS/POSSESSIVENESS: this is one of the main aspects of him, imo. his entire questline is about wanting to cure anne, and how he’s not giving up, and how he believes that HE is the only one that can do it, because “she’s MY sister!” seb is super tunnel visioned and has a one-track mind when it comes to this, and I headcanon that he’s this way because of their parents deaths. he’s the brother, the boy, he’s gotta be strong for his sister, and ofc when their parents died, he tries to comfort her and be there for her/be the rock, and it happens again when she’s sick. shes his sister, his responsibility, and he’ll die before he gives up on her and her safety.

SO, I just transfer all those aspects over to a romantic relationship instead. you just replace “shes my sister” with simply, “she’s mine/my gf/my wife/etc.” and in the same way I think seb tries to be strong and reliable and protect anne because he’s the brother, I think seb would be the same way in a relationship, because he’s a boy and she’s a girl and its 1890 and he’s chivalrous and he just sees it as his responsibility. I think the death of his parents and his dynamic with anne has baked this sort of mindset into him, and its even MORE intense in a romantic aspect, because then hormones and puberty and sexual tension and attraction is involved (plus the fact that seb in my fic is 17, so he’s older and has even stronger raging hormones and testosterone LOL.

JEALOUSY: who can forget the lines “between the two of you, I’m starting to feel left out” and “ominis simply needs a moment with you and he’ll change his mind. is that it?” the first one is more playful but I feel like the second one really showcases sebs brand of jealousy, and how biting and uncharitable it can be.

AGGRESSION/VIOLENCE: yet another iconic line with: “fine. but ominis knows, I won’t step back from a fight.” LIKE... the fact that apparently ominis knows this means its come up more than once…and im not saying seb is some unruly aggressor who flies off the handle at anything, but he defs has a capacity and is willing to get violent if HE believes the situation calls for it—basically the same way he feels about the dark arts. he felt justified using imperio to protect anne, and taking the relic to save anne, and so he would have fought ominis to get out of the catacomb. and with MY seb, while he doesn’t go picking fights with any boy who looks or gets close to clora, he’ll definitely be willing to beat up or lay hands on a creep who bothers clora/who is in the process of bothering her LOL.

SO YEAH, that’s pretty much it, and I’ll be the first to admit I definitely ramp up these traits further because he’s older in my fic and i think these traits would only get more intensified with age + being in love and also bc IM A TWILIGHT GIRLIE!!! what can I say. there are so many moments in my fic where you can just replace seb with edward and it wouldn’t seem out of place tbh LMAOO so blame twilight, it was a formative experience for me BAHAHA

BUT like I ALSO said, I don’t think peoples more lighthearted interpretations of seb are ooc either. because even all my earlier above examples, you can just focus on diff aspects of them. like his tunnel vision and obsession to cure anne? instead of seeing it as over the top protective and possessive, you can just view it in a more wholesome determined selfless sort of way. like I said we got so many nice little bits and ingredients of his personality that we can turn into anything we want, really👌just pick which flavour of seb u like best and use what we got in game to create it HAHA

AW TYY QUEEN BAHAHA💖 and aw im always so honoured when ppl tell me they consider my stuff canon that’s like the best compliment I can get, tysm 😭 and im glad you like my fic and art so much (enough for your friends and family to unfortunately know💀 LMAOO)

im adding your ask to this because it kinda ties into my seb essay. LETS GET INTO WHY A SWEET BABY ANGEL WOULD LIKE SOMEONE LIKE SEB. the answer ISSS: the same reason WE’RE also all into him I guess?? BAHHA

ok but to start off im gonna defend my seb, not only cause of what you said anon (i dont want you to feel like this is targeted to you!) but also bc I got an ask recently asking me to summarize seb and clora’s relationship since all they see from my art is that “they fuck and seb is possessive” LMAO, and I feel like ppl who JUST see my art and don’t read my fic have a warped image of my seb.

this may be shocking but I don’t consider my seb a red flag LMAO. I joke about how hes more of a pink flag tbh, but even THAT i dont even really believe, and don’t even consider him overly possessive. like yes he keeps an eye on her when shes hanging around other boys, but I feel like that’s normal (esp for 1890) and all of his most possessive moments have been when theres been a threat to cloras life/coming from a place of love and protection (especially since clora is so self-sacrificial, she’d have killed herself by now if not for seb LOL) so to me id actually put Sebastian as being PROTECTIVE as his first and foremost trait, followed by the possessiveness.

and yeah he gets jealous, but unless a dude is actively trying to get with her/hitting on her/harassing her, he’ll otherwise just kinda be unhappy about it/let it play out/ watch on unhappily LOL. and even when lawley was blackmailing clora and getting in between her and sebs relationship and lying about how close he and clora were, seb demanded answers from CLORA on what was happening between the two of them, but he didn’t touch lawley or tell him to stay away. bc seb thought that was what clora wanted, so he let her drift away. if he was TRULY a red flag, in this instance he would have just beat up lawley for taking what was "his"/not allow clora to leave him/immediately go to lawley instead of clora, and tell him to stay away despite what clora might want. (and clora even WISHED seb had interfered and done this. she was like 'why is he letting me drift away and go off with lawley i WANT him to fight for me...but she couldn't actually say anything thanks to the blackmail)

clora doesn’t just 'put up' with sebs more possessive and protective behaviour though, she actually likes it HAHA. just bc shes a precious baby angel, we all like a bad boy, even back then. just look at jane eyre, and how popular the dark and brooding and assholey mr. rochester was.

she tells seb at one point that she likes those things about him, even his immature competitive side, and his darker sides, and that he shouldn’t try to hide them or change himself because she accepts them. and even putting aside all of the stuff they’ve been through together that has bonded them (like the main canon quests + annes curse and then CLORA being cursed, and then clora being kidnapped and seb saving her) clora thought seb was roguish and charming and witty and intelligent and good looking from day 1. add to the fact that he’s just so devoted to her in everything he does, that even if he CAN get a bit overbearing at times, how could you NOT fall for someone like that😩 someone whose possessive behavior just stems from wanting to protect you and love you and want to keep you safe and cherish you like DAMN…. GET ME A SEB, TOO. WHERES MINE!!!😭😭

clora also realizes in ch 32 WHY seb is so protective of her (the trauma with his parents and wanting to be there for anne) and that she accepts it, and enjoys it, and that she might even MISS it if seb were to ever get less protective of her/might get lonely LOL, and then sebs like "i’ve "spoiled you, have i?"

so YEAH I don’t think sebs protectiveness and possessiveness goes into any toxic territory or red flag territory PERSONALLY (and the time that it DID get toxic was because of the relic, and clora DID put her foot down)

but my normal seb? whose dream in life is to whisk clora away into a tower and lock her up to keep her safe and keep her all to himself, but that he’d never ACTUALLY do because he knows its insane and unreasonable but jokes about wanting to do it anyway bc he would if clora agreed? clora finds that endearing and cute and is touched by how much he loves her and wants to keep her safe.

IN CLOSING: I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[superm4ks]

Do you maybe have like max x fernando lore? Love them and love ur blog!! <33

Max is Nandos favorite nephew and also his psychosexual angel of death in this essay i will

ok so before we get into max and nando lore we need to establish some CRUCIAL Nando Alonso historical context. When max got called up to f1 Nando had already been racing f1 cars for 14 years which first of all.😐 And like I think its fair to say the last .. umm lets be kind and say, 6 he was literally going thru like the 7 circles of hell. Ferrari had just finished doing their ✨thang✨ ((completely obliterating a drivers soul)) to the point Nando was like 'remember that team that kickstarted my descent into madness and, aha, coincidentally, the unstoppable success of the kid who beat me his rookie year and that I literally tried to snitch on and had like a spanish spy stay wid me in the garage because I was SO normal about it and hinged and not at all very um , racially threatened. Yuh ok lets try that again. Oh and its their first year wid Honda too thats PERFECT yes thats exactly what I need I'm a GENIUS'. So in 2015 he signs wid Mclaren and literally during TESTING gets fucking zapped by his own car, allegedly, c0nks the f out and swerves that mf right into the wall. We're talking testing.

Listen. Im trying to establish that by the time our fav anti christ gets to the big show Nando has been going thru it for a minute. His teams consistently fail to deliver, nothing ever goes his way, his car is trying to kill him, and like, cannot stress this enough, lewis hamilton is very successful. Lew hammy is so successful he might become thee most successful. Nando is normal about that.

So here comes the babbiest of all evil babies and nobody knows what his deal is, he talks funny and hes weird and has no regards for his public image. But he's promising. So promising in fact that he could threaten afore mentioned most successful random individual who beat Nando his rookie year. And Nando is like. vengeful adoption. Vengeful child care. Nando's imprint on baby Max is both a long term evil plan and also just like. Immediate realization that Max is different like he's different. ((Not like Lewis is different but lets not get into that rn lmfao)) Max isn't gonna be a media darling. Max isn't gonna be a celebrity. Max is gonna be an f1 champion. And Nando has spent 14 years subjecting himself to cars far below his skill so he can keep being an f1 champion. So while somebody like Seb vettel is like 'why that baby aint got no coat on' ((for two minutes before the baby bites him and hes like no fuck this baby)), Nando is like, somebody give that baby a gun. Nando gets asked about Max's readiness for f1 and says, 'I think before we say anything we should wait to c what he does'. And then when 'what Max does' turns out to be like, borderline crime, in many occasions, actual crime, Nando is still like see, he's perfect ☺️

Like for example spa 2016, Max pulls a defensive move on kimi that has people calling for his teenage head for like the 3948th time that season and Nando straight up says no he didnt do anything wrong. And bro pulls out receipts he explains that shit wid the usual Nando rulebook rizz. For max. A teenage war criminal.

Lets talk Spain 2016 tho. Spain 2016 is actually super important for max/nando lore. Max's first race wid red bull-- and his first win. Start of something new. Inevitable. He absolutely packs Seb on turn 3, same exact way Nando had 3 years before. In 2016, though, Nando's far away from Ferrari and a race winning car. Honda PU gives up and he DNFs. Still hauls ass to congratulate the kid

Its very sweet and kinda tragic and a perfect reflection of their careers at that point. Max bursting on the scene wid the potential of a thousand suns, Nando basking in the sunlight from his place on the sidelines. Its not enough but its still good because its Max and Max is his guy.

They also play soccer together once for that charity match thing in Monaco and Nando kinda stunts and yk frustrated soccer drop out max must've felt some type of way about that.

These are from hungary 2017 and I have no idea whats happening or why they're in a bean bag enclosure but I think they're important

On Max's side of things, I think Nando's camaraderie must've caught him off guard. Getting into f1 at 17 ur not really expecting to make any friends lmfao. But Nando had his back from day one, and loudly, too, and I think for somebody like Max, who was raised on loyalty and commitment and respect from an overwhelming paternal figure that gave him everything except stability, that must've meant a lot to him. Especially because it was Nando like. Max oozes respect for that pensioner bro, in a way that I dont think he does for anybody else in the game. His rookie year Max said Alonso was his biggest inspiration because he kept at it despite not having the car. Yk Max didnt have the car for a few years either. He sees Nando as somebody whos been to battle, just like Nando saw a lil soldier coming into f1.

When Nando had his nicki minaj brb moment in 2018 Max said he regretted never having the chance to race against him. He'd raced against Lewis and Seb, but never Nando and Nando was the one he used to watch on tv racing those two. Meanwhile old man is giving interviews telling people Max is the the best driver in f1 and the only reason he bothers put on f1 those days is to watch Max. ((😐))

2021 is the apogee of many things and one of them is definitely max/nando lore. Nando is back. Max has the car. And Nando will be seated. And he will watch. And when Max does win, Nando calls it 'justice'. Its so fucking intense and deranged but rn we're just focusing on the narrative and appreciating it for what it is: Nando couldnt do it, but he knew Max could, and Max did. His guy did.

I swear they've been honeymooning for almost 2 years now. Nando stopped giving a fuck a long time ago but lately hes literally like this is a Max ONLY event fuck the rest of yall. First Max's 2 titles are worth more than Lewis' 7 because something something deranged pensioner noises. Then Max has talent that you cant teach and hes always been like that since go karts and he's going to be one of the all time greats. Also we're both villains and we're not politically correct ((white men are insane)). And then Max is like yes Nando is my good friend and he talks to me and I like to ask him about stuff and I take him on my plane to races and we get on well despite our age difference because age doesnt matter. 🙂police.

Also literally one of the most important gifs of all time from last year when Max won the wdc shut the fuck up thajnk you

Which brings me to one of the most important podiums of all time. Like the lyrical poetry of this shit are u joking

This gonna be the longest season ever and who knows if it’ll happen again already in Baku or whatvr maybe it won’t but like. We’ll always have Australia 2023.

Also in the post race presser there was such a quintessential max/lando moment I need to break it down to finish this and like go jump off a building lol

So here u have classic old heads + verstappen post race presser where they get to gentle bully sweet boy until he blushes. This time it’s like Nando talking some shit about how he has to leave because he’s annoying and lewis kinda joins in like ‘he’s still talking’ and Max is all squinty and ekfkwmdk it’s fucking cute ok whatvr. But what I really love about it is that Nando interrupts Max and gives him shit but then makes sure to put his arm behind Maxs back like. Don’t get it twisted. Hes my boy. He literally does the ‘this is a pro max post’ banner irl

Anyway here’s a cute compilation bye

[vro0m]

Ok I have one. Explain to me a very basic, level 1 concept of F1. Like. The most simple way. Everyone should know this but I don't.

Hi Sae 💕 I set out to explain simply a very basic level 1 concept of F1 and ended up writing you an essay, I hope you don't mind. I can't help myself but infodump.

If you ask people what's most important in F1, chances are they'll tell you about the cars, the engines, the aerodynamics, the driver's talent but I'm here to argue that some of the most decisive and/or exciting moments the sport has given us to see were down to : relationships.

You always, always have to do better than your teammate (an unnecessarily long essay by vro0m)

I wanna preface this by saying I'm unfortunately missing a chunk of good examples because although I've been, as most of you know, watching Lewis' entire career from the start I've not yet seen 2016-2018 but it doesn't matter.

Introduction :

As you know, F1 is made of 10 teams, and each team has 2 drivers. It also awards 2 titles per season. One is the World Constructors' Championship, hereby referred to as WCC, that is won by a team, as per the points both of their drivers earned combined. The other one is the World Drivers' Championship, hereby referred to as WDC, which, as the name suggests, is awarded to the driver who's won the most points over the season.

This unique feature creates one of the most complicated networks of relationships in the world of sports, because each team wants the most points aka for both their drivers to do well VS. each driver wants to do better than his teammate. They have to work together to help the team, but they have to work against one another to help themselves.

It's a recipe for angst and drama, and god knows we love it.

It's also very much a key feature of the sport, and you can find examples of it influencing the way events unfold in all eras, although I will focus only on the years I have myself seen.

Teammates, rivalries, and egos :

Take the very famous Multi-21 drama. Mark Webber joins the young Red Bull Racing team in 2007. His teammate is David Coulthard, a veteran who's soon to retire. Webber was a midfield driver, who got his hands on a new, midfield team seat and must have thought he was set for life. Who knows, the team might even get better? But in 2009 the stars align and shine not on him but on young, golden-haired Sebastian Vettel, his new teammate, who ran into him once before in 2007 during his first season, after what Webber called him "a kid" and blamed his lack of experience.

Indeed Sebastian is a decade younger, brazen and moving through the ranks about as fast as the rocketship RBR has suddenly managed to put together. It's his third year in F1, against Webber's eighth, and he finishes 2nd in the WDC, not one, but two ranks ahead of him.

In 2010, they collide again during the Turkish GP, while Webber is in the lead and Vettel tries to overtake him, sparking controversy over the team's management of the drivers. Webber finished 3rd and Seb had to retire from the race. But it didn't matter in the end, because that year, he won his first WDC, and RBR won their first WCC. And then again in 2011. And then again in 2012. The blond kid turns out to be the golden goose.

And Webber is pissed. Because as a driver, when your team puts together a winning car, you don't have a good excuse for not winning the title anymore. All there is to it is that he's not as good as his teammate, and that's the worst thing a driver can be in F1. You always, always have to do better than your teammate. Even when your team is last. Why? Because you're in the same car. Your teammate is the gauge of your actual driving skills. If you end up behind another team's driver, you can always say his car was better. There's no hiding your shortcomings when it's your teammate. Even less so when the spotlights are shining on you.

So what does he do? Work his ass off? Train? Study the car better? No. He blames management. Right from 2010, as soon as he realised who he was up against, even though he was leading for most of the season, he claims RBR is giving Seb the preferential treatment.

Team principals :

See, that's the third angle of that love/hate triangle. Driver-driver-team principal.

If you're a team principal, your drivers are a constant headache because chances are they fucking hate each other. Might or might not be okay off track, but as soon as they sit their asses in the cars, they most probably hate each other. And the more your team wins, the more they hate each other! Backmarker teams usually have rather minimal internal drama because what are you fighting about? P19? But when you start winning... boy oh boy.

Because that's the whole point, right? You're more or less happy to be a team player when there's not much on the line for you (although as stated earlier, you still wanna finish ahead of your teammate). But when you're in a winning car??? That might be your only chance to win a WDC in your whole life. Better seize it. Better fucking win. Better run your teammate off the track as you do it because he now also has a winning car.

Back to the team principal. You don't care which one of your drivers finishes first, as long as your team finishes first. You know what doesn't help teams finish first? Drivers crashing into each other while racing for the win, like Webber and Vettel in 2010.

Enter team orders.

Team orders... or not :

Team orders are exactly what they sound like : the team is ordering their drivers to act a certain way, whether they like it or not, because the team is looking out for the team and the drivers are looking out for themselves. It's the team being a stern parent and getting a grip on its rowdy children. No more games. Now you sit down and obey. Now you're also looking out for the team. After all, we're paying you.

Team orders are controversial, because nowadays when a team is good, a team is usually dominating. Hence there's no real racing at the front, the dominating team's drivers finish first and second most of the time. So if you don't let them race, and they have no real competition, then there's really nothing to watch, and it gets boring. Team orders are also controversial because it doesn't give the other driver a chance.

That same year, Lewis Hamilton joins a then "best of the rest" team. Upper midfield, if you will. Lewis and his new teammate, Nico Rosberg, are childhood karting friends who are finally living their shared dream of being F1 teammates. And Mercedes takes a different path. A risky path. They decide that their drivers can race each other. They claim it pushes them to do better. Rivalries drive people, right? As much as your teammate is a gauge, he's a benchmark. You always, always have to do better than your teammate.

But you don't give a shit, you're a team principal. Doesn't matter in which order your cars arrive. As far as you're concerned, your cars are first, out of all the other teams' cars. So you give team orders. You protect your 1-2 finish. Better believe Horner was fucking pissed when his drivers crashed in 2010.

(Now, not always. Not all the teams. There was a time Mercedes let their drivers race for real, for real. We'll get to it.)

RBR tried it the stern parent way. It doesn't always work though. Malaysia 2013. Mark Webber is leading the race. Sebastian Vettel is second. They have about 10 seconds on the Mercedes, there's no threat on the horizon. "Multi-21," they are told. That's team orders for you guys are finishing in that order. That's stern parent for fall in line and bring home the 1-2. Webber is obedient, of course, he's in the lead. His goal aligns with the team's goal. But Seb is a brat, and his goal is not P2. The tensions have been piling up for several years now. While his elder relaxes in the lead, reassured by the team orders, Seb doubles down, attacks, and overtakes him for the lead. Fuck your team orders. Fuck Webber. Although he claims the relationship didn't impact his decision, Webber quits F1 at the end of the season.

The team is actually doing really well, finishing 2nd in the WCC. Lewis finishes 4th, Nico 6th. The challenge is set. And in 2014, new regulations, new cars, the racing gods smile down on Mercedes like they did RBR in 2010, and they get a fucking rocketship for the next eight years. We're in a dominating situation, mostly. They had some competition, but most of the fighting was, in the end, infighting. It's the brocedes era. The most brilliant example of the complexities of F1 team relationships.

At first, it's exhilarating, racing each other at the front. But it's like Icarus and the sun, you cannot lose sight of the goal. Because you can't win and have a friend. From using engine modes they weren't supposed to use to try to beat each other, to controversial pole positions that might or might not have been won by cheating, Lewis ends up calling an end to their friendship only a third of the way through their second season together. And then, it's Mercedes' version of the 2010 RBR drama : Nico collides with Lewis, costing the team the 1-2. Turns out all the F1 roads lead to drama.

Lewis wins in 2014. Mercedes wins in 2014. Lewis wins in 2015. Mercedes wins in 2015. Nico wins in 2016. Mercedes wins in 2016. But Nico is so frayed by the rivalry, he quits. Just like Webber.

Now what? Mercedes tried it the other way and they got the same results RBR did. Many wins, and one driver short.

Toto Wolff hires Valtteri Bottas. And Bottas is the final example of F1 relationships because he's the sacrificial lamb on the altar of Lewis' career. It's the last concept we'll talk about today : first and second drivers.

First and second drivers :

See the last, and arguably most common, solution to the thorny team VS. teammate problem is to have, more or less explicitly, but mostly less, a first and a second driver. Which means, as a team principal, your order of priorities goes team > driver 1 > driver 2. It simplifies things for you because you don't have to juggle your drivers, favouring one over the other and then the other over the one, to keep them both happy and obedient and not crashing into each other, like Mercedes had to at some point to try to tame the intra-team war the Lewis-Nico situation quickly evolved into. They thought they had a spark, they ended up with a forest fire.

But does it, really, simplify things? No. Because you always, always have to do better than your teammate. No driver is in it for the team. They're all in it for themselves. They put up with the team because they have to. If the team doesn't support them, well... Why would they support the team? And that's why they end up ignoring team orders. See, although Webber did it (as long as he was in the lead, anyway) most drivers will not ever admit to being a second driver. Think Perez pretending RBR supports his fight for the title. Why? Well my friend, because you always, always have to do better than your teammate. They will never admit that the whole team decided that their teammate is the one they should back, at their own cost.

And that's just another source of resentment, right? They hate the team for not backing them up, and they hate their teammate because he's better. On top of it, they can't vent openly about it because it would be admitting that they're the second choice. So amp up team radio drama and internal problems shushed behind closed doors.

Now that's not what Valtteri did, actually, surprisingly. Valtteri thought he had a chance, but he didn't. First of all because Lewis is practically untouchable as I mentioned in another essay, but also because his seat was built on the ashes of Nico's. There was no way they were letting the situation get that out of hand again. Enough with the permissive parenting. Turns out Mercedes is not the fun dad after all.

Valtteri is good. But Lewis is great. Valtteri doesn't have the kind of record sheet Lewis does. Choosing a first and a second driver is not so much a thought-through decision than common sense. Mercedes' management most probably didn't sit down at a table and write it down. It just... was. Valtteri never got close to winning the title. And I know I've said it before but it's truly a wonder he didn't start hating Lewis for it. For being the second driver. Oh it did damage, don't get me wrong, but most drivers externalise such things rather than internalise them like he did. But eventually you can only sacrifice yourself for so long. Again, none of them are in it for the team. Valtteri was a perfect second driver, he obeyed, he didn't create drama, and he pushed himself to the point of exhaustion trying to catch up to Lewis to beat him the right way. Some people might argue he's not selfish enough for F1. I'll argue at least he's a decent human being. It might even have worked with a different teammate, but it was Lewis.

So he left. Now he's not stepping on podiums anymore but he is better than his teammate. And you always, always have to do better than your teammate.

[delphiniumarchangelmoon]

Oddly specific hobbies I think stardew valley characters would have

Sebastian- have you seen those custom doll videos? The ones where they like… rip the heads off Barbies and tear the hair out and re-build them? Scrub the faces off and repaint them? The intersection between artistic and morbid REALLY screams Seb to me I don’t know why.

I think Emily has a collection of succulents but she will only keep like, one category of them. She has every variety of a single type of succulent and that’s all she grows.

Look me dead in the eye and tell me Abigail doesn’t have the most baller isopod collection in the entire republic. I’m talking dairy cows, rubber duckies, the local native species, you name it. She has her own experimental crossbreeds. And this is no modifiedWalmart plastic container situation oh no, these guys live in massive glass terrariums with plants imported from each variety’s native location. She sells feet pics to buy isopod supplies. They live like kings.

Don’t ask me why but I feel like Shane was big into gravity falls while it was airing I feel like he was a big theory guy. He had a conspiracy board on his wall with red string and everything. He’s still chasing that high to this day (no one tell him about arg’s he would never recover)

The wizard is really good at Tetris. Like, ‘people you watch YouTube essays about’ good at Tetris, but he’s not a competitive person so he doesn’t go to events or anything.

Pam is a candy crush girlie buy my silence

I think Haley and Alex watched too many ghost hunting shows as kids and the moment they had their own money they bought like, a spirit box and an oujia board and whenever they’re bored and home alone they do like, seances n shit but they think it’s really silly so they giggle the entire time

Elliott collects shoes, like unwearable ass shoes. Huge platforms, glass heels, vintage boots, stuff that don’t match anything he owns. Just because he can.

Sam has the “adhd 10,000 hobbies curse” but the one that confuses people the most is his HUGE nail polish collection. He literally only ever paints his nails black for the ~rockstar vibes~ but he has this just BUCKET of polishes. He swatches them individually on those fake nails you see people use in nail art videos and he has a little notebook where he writes down how many coats it takes to be opaque, how long it took to dry, if the color matched how it looked in the bottle, etc. and then rates them on quality. it started as him trying to find a good set to gift Haley for her birthday but he ended up just becoming really hyper focused on it and now he has a literal catalogue of nail polish. It’s only a matter of time before he starts trying nail art to make use of them all but only time will tell if it sticks long enough for him to get good at it.

Harvey watches the most absurd soap operas. Even ones in languages he doesn’t know. Not even with subtitles he’s just here for the vibes

[anothersebastianblog]

All in all, atl pap is a sketchy unlikable dude and everyone who’s been around for a while knows that, but he’s also the prime source of content when filming in atl so there’s that.

This entire post of yours is a bullshit lie that came from the anothersebastian blog. Literally shut up. AF and Seb are literally on good terms. He even helped Seb arrange one of his recent pap walks in NYC. Go take your long ass rant/essay somewhere else, purple blog.

You ARE on the anothersebastianblog blog ffs. Go away omg. Insufferable today.

I didn’t even say i agreed with them how were they supposed to take those infos from here?

I am happy if him and seb are besties i really don’t care

[f1notebook]

I watched dts last year before i watched my first f1 race, i know you asked about 2022.. but i was so confused when someone told me seb and charles don’t actually dislike each other lmao cant wait what it will be this time

Hello Anon !

Well my request wasn’t only about this year DTS (as I haven’t seen it) but in general, and drivers rivalry are actually a big issue in the show.

This is going to be long, very long, so take a seat and enjoy my essay.

To understand this issue, we have to go back in time : in the years before (I would say before 2010 but especially in the 70-80-90-2000) F1 drivers were seen as “bad asses” they were “viril” in whatever the words means, though, emotionless. It was actually bad seen for a driver to express his emotions, his struggles or his doubts. A F1 drivers was seen as someone out of common.

In this context, actually they weren’t a lot of friendships between drivers, at least not when they were competing (once they retired they could actually become friends) but a lot were just : “I don’t have friends here” this actually transfers to some drivers now, and they “were used to hear it”, so it’s their response now even if they don’t feel like it.

In the other side, F1 is know as : “you biggest adversary is your teammate” I even believe it’s one of the first sentence we hear in the very first drive to survive season. And well it is partially true, your teammate has exactly the same equipment and resources than you, but we often forget F1 isn’t an “individual” sport.

It seems strange first, but F1 is actually a very strong team sport. You don’t build the car yourself, you don’t win races by been on your own, you need people. And for a long time, there was this mantra that F1 drivers were alone which isn’t true.

If we look back, for example to Ferrari Michael era, he was helped by his teammate, Rubens Barrichello, this is a truth. Even if, talent speaking, Michael was superior to him, I am not sure he would have won 5 championship in a row without the help of his teammate. Same goes for Lewis, especially in 2018, without Valtteri I am not sure he would have won it. And in the other years, he could have won it but not as easily as he did.

Teammates are essencial, even if you want to beat them, you have to work and walk as a team.

Let’s put an example :

Imagine, last year, Lewis had a new teammate, let’s name him Kim, he comes to F1, great talent, in testing, Mercedes is quicker than Red bull (imagine), but, very early, Kim and Lewis don’t get along (imagine a scenario similar to Lewis and Nico in 2016), Red Bull have a slower car but it’s a very marginal difference, but in the other side of the pit lane, Max and Sergio get very well along.

Now, what would possible happen is just Max and Sergio seat down together and just thinking: “These guys have a faster car, they have better strategies but they hate each other, so we have a card to play, because we get well along, so when they are going to battle each other, we are just going to help each other.”

That goes way behind the factory and building the car, yes, the sharing set ups and helping each other with the car behavior is important, but just imagine, Lewis and Kim are in different strategies (like what happened in Paul Ricard with a Red Bull) Kim is asked to let Lewis by, because they aren’t in the same tyre, the target is different, and as they don’t like each other, Kim refuses, slows down Lewis and it’s a potential points lose for Mercedes.

Even if we can argue that race engineer and strategist are there to prevent that, that isn’t actually very true, remember Seb with Mark and the Multi 21, Seb directly disobey an order from the team and I don’t believe he had any really consequences.

Now imagine they just crash each other (Max/Daniel, Lewis/Nico) are the biggest example. A team that is directly fighting with another team don’t have the luxury of just throwing away 25 points, because you don’t score those points ( any really) and you allowed your biggest adversary to score them.

Another factor, is that now, drivers who become F1 drivers, most of the time grew with each other (Pierre/Charles, George/Lando) they are just part of the same generation who are competing in the same categories for years and years, what wasn’t exactly the case back then.

And we all know, when you are a kid, you don’t care about rivalries, you just want to have fun out and in track. You can just crash into each other and play football in the same team 5 minutes later. Children don’t have the same perspective of problems and conflicts than adults. So it creates a scenario for them that is absolutely possible of having a “rivalry” on track and get well along.

If you opponent works 12 hours a day to become better, and you just work 10, you might think “I have to do more” rather than “I hate him”.

So this is the scenario that the new generations grows up with. Charles, Max, George, Alex, Lando, Carlos, Mick, Nicholas and all the new generation are part of this. So, yes this their reality.

Seb as been in the sport for a long way, he know how it works, so he knows my first point of “you have to work as a team to succeed” is true. And Charles knows my second point “You don’t need to hate each other” is true. So in this context, they don’t need to hate each other, and they have personalities that can fit each other. Seb is a very kind and polite man who already prove everything he had to, and in the opposite, Charles is a very genuine guy. They don’t really have personality traits that could make them hate each other.

Whatever to know that you have to follow them since a bit, seeing them in every kind of occasion (up and downs) to see how they react in the heat of the moment.

Of course this isn’t an absolute truth, of course there are teams that just don’t get along, and it’s normal, but from “don’t get along” to the “absolutely hate each other” that Netflix will tell you there is a big difference. They might not been the best friends of the world, but they are adults and know it’s a job, and their teammate is a colleague before anyone else.

Concerning Seb and Charles, at the end of they day you could see Charles ready admired Seb for everything he accomplished, and Seb respected Charles a lot and was very aware that Charles is a pure talent. Most of the drivers really respect each other but of course there is some contradictory examples.

For example de Mick/Mazepin relationship wasn’t healthy, and that is because of the very first point, Mazepin couldn’t understand they needed to be a team, for him there was one part of the garage, Mick’s one that he didn’t needed to be involved with, and the other part was for him, just “colleagues” and a job. It’s very important to understand that people in the garage work with you and not for you, and they have your faith in their hands. Mazepin didn’t got that and when things started to get bad, he just put the fault on Mick and Mick’s side of the garage, without putting himself in question. He wasn’t there to work with Mick but to beat him, that way the relationship wasn’t that.

It was kinda of long but I think is important to realize that teams relationships are of the crucial point in F1, there is not such thing as : wining for a team that hates you. And a healthy relationship is indeed the most important thing in a winning team, I still think is one of the reasons it took Redbull so much time to fight for the championship, indeed Toto Wolff himself said he didn’t want anymore an atmosphere like the one he had with Nico and Lewis, because he knows if the cars wasn’t as dominant that it was (most of the team factory work) he would win that many championship.

You too, send me an ask of points you wanted to be explain about Drive To Survive narratives, points that chocked you, or points that weren’t real, or even situations they turned to fit their narrative. Let’s explain to the new public what is F1 about, and that DTS it’s just a show

[violetvettel]

hi dimi!!!! I'm subjecting you to this cause you're my desi bollywood moot <3 I found a folder of reactions I had titled "SEB <3" and its filled with desi gifs soo I'm sending you my favs to brighten up your day!!

me evertime new seb content comes out and he's serving us them looks

me everytime seb smiles <3

me to anyone who tries to talk shit about seb (yes, such ppl exist)

I'm scared I'm gonna break your tumblr soo I'm stopping here but omg I'm so in love with a man who's inspired me so much I've written a long ass essay in my drafts and I need to let it all out!! sorry for the vent hehe. I'll conclude by saying, DANIEL IS GEET FROM JAB WE MET, no arguments pls!

love you and have a good week💙

Hi my love!

AGREE AGREE, thank you for sharing the gifs!!!!!!!!!!!! Especially the srk one 😭💜 LEGIT ME EVERY TIME I LOOK AT SEB MY BELOVED

Please share your essay 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ I'm not good at words but I love LOVE LETTERS ESP TO SEB . Wish I knew how to write one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Naw you won't break my tumblr hehe It strong, feel free to share more! I'm sorry I'm so lazy about our bollywood x F1 discussion 😭 it's been so crazy I haven't had any time to think about it.

I will accept your daniel is geet propaganda OKAY!

[colorsicantsee]

I Don’t Know Anything But I Know I Miss You./Sebastian Solo Para

PARA: I Don’t Know Anything But I Know I Miss You

RATING: PG-13/R.

PAIRING: Sebastian Self Para. (And Seblaine is still very much the endgame.)

SEBASTIAN: @colorsicantsee

TIME: Flashback to two weeks after the breakup and a brief look into the years that follow from Seb’s point of view.

LOCATION: Dalton Academy, Westerville, Ohio, and Paris, France.

INFO: Sebastian tries to deal with the breakup. He’s not doing too well.

WARNINGS(PLEASE READ THIS): This para includes physical fighting, drug use, alcohol use, an almost overdose.

NOTES: Some canon events remain in place while others have been changed. Some things may even be out of order. You can consider this sort of canon divergent AU. A few changes are that Blaine’s parents are different from the show (His mother is Filipina), he didn’t cheat on Kurt or date Dave and Sebastian is younger than Blaine. Feel free to send a message if you have any questions!

Under Cut For Content.

Sebastian sat slumped in an expensive oak chair, his Dalton Academy blazer crumpled despite being at the dry cleaner’s over the weekend. He held an ice pack to the side of his neck and stared out the window behind his headmaster’s desk. Thomas Smythe was on speaker phone on the desk as Sabine sat perched and perfect next to him. David and his father were there, too. The topic at hand was the fight the two boys had just gotten into at the beginning of Warbler rehearsal. They should be lucky he even fucking showed up at all. He didn’t want to be there, or at school or at home. Seb wasn’t sure where he wanted to be, but he knew that he wanted to be numb and distracted. 

He couldn’t focus on any of the words anybody was saying, just kept his tired eyes on the grey clouds that were clumped and heavy in the sky.  The pain in his neck throbbed in and out just like the words did, he’d heard David apologize and his father reprimand him, heard Sabine clear her throat, his headmaster admonished his attitude but he didn’t respond to anything and couldn’t quite place the exact moment they had happened. Sebastian just wanted to leave, just wanted to hide in his bed until he could sneak out and go get drunk or high somewhere. 

The headmaster slammed his hand on his desk and demanded Sebastian explain himself. He let his eyes lazily drift from the window finally. He simply shrugged his shoulders and stood up, dropped the slushy ice pack on the ground with a satisfying splat and sauntered out of the room. Seb hoped that they would just expel him but of course they wouldn’t. He was sure his father was doing damage control already, sure he had promised a donation, sure he had brought up his athletic son’s many talents. 

Sebastian retrieved his things out of his locker and headed to the dorm room his parents agreed to let him stay in after the break up. Thomas told him he could only stay on campus during the week and that he needed to stay out of trouble. He hadn’t kept either promise and was curious if the fight with David was the last straw, wondered if Thomas would storm up there that evening and drag him out by his ear. Seb had to laugh, his father couldn’t even be bothered to come to the goddamn Headmaster’s office. 

He took the long way to the dorms so that he could smoke a few cigarettes and linger in the cold air. Sebastian’s mind wandered to the events of the afternoon. How had the fight even started? He had been flirting with the new guy. This kid had been hanging around his dorm with puppy eyes and an obvious crush so he figured why the hell not? Seb had been messing with the other boy’s collar in the hallway outside of rehearsal and the other boy had him pressed against the wall of an empty classroom doorway. This kid smiled all big and ate everything he had said up and was so obviously weak in the knees that Sebastian should have been a little ashamed at how easy this was. But his eyes were big and his smile was nice and he wasn’t quite Blaine but he’d work. 

Seb could hear the Warblers begin to warm up and he was late but didn’t care. He knew that this guy wanted to kiss him but suddenly the rehearsal room door flew open and harmony flooded the hallway followed by a few gasps and laughs.

“What the hell is your problem, Sebastian?”

David stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. David, Blaine’s best friend who had probably heard all about the break up and how he hadn’t returned any texts. Sebastian didn’t want him to go report to his best friend that he had scared him or the other guy off. He wanted everyone to know that he was over it all, even if he wasn’t...they didn’t need to know what went on inside of his fucked up head. 

Seb pushed himself off of the wall, the other kid stepped away with this guilty look on his face that reminded him of Blaine. 

“I’m trying to get laid, David. You should try it some time.”

“It’s been a whole two weeks since Blaine. That’s great. Classic Sebastian Smythe.” 

A little crowd of warblers had gathered in the door behind David, Seb refused to look at them but he heard a few snickers. His top lip twitched and he tried so hard to keep his cool demeanor but he just couldn’t. These guys had no fucking clue how he felt and he didn’t need David following him around campus like the goddamn  ghost of relationship past to make him feel guilty anytime he nodded at a cute guy. 

 Hunter had finally pushed his way through the crowded doorway but Sebastian was on top of David, his fists everywhere before he could say anything. He could feel Hunter’s hands on his shoulders, could hear his deep voice ‘Bas, stop! Dude, come on! Fuck, stop it!”

David got a hold of his neck and pushed him off into Hunter, who wrapped his arms around his best friend as he screamed and thrashed until Nick brought the headmaster and another teacher over. 

Sebastian sat huddled in his blazer on the bleachers as he smoked. He knew what he had to do, he had to leave. Seb couldn’t stand being in Ohio, around all of these people that knew him and knew Blaine. He’d wait a few days for his father to calm down and he’d call and tell them that he would finish the year at Dalton but after that he was moving to Paris and would finish high school there. Sebastian knew his mother would be on his side which meant Thomas would give in. He just needed to get through this fucking year. 

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Paris was a blur. Sebastian had spent more time drunk than sober and his last year of school was a huge disappointment to his parents. Well, everything he had done was a huge disappointment, he was sure. Seb knew he was too young to act so reckless but he couldn’t find it in himself to care anymore. Sabine cried on the phone to him and Hunter begged him to slow down and he woke up in strange apartments and hotels.

Hunter and his mother had rescued him so many times they had all lost count. Lost count of the cold fully clothed showers, the stomach pumps, the screaming matches, cigarette burns, and tears. 

It all came to head in his darkest moment, he could see his mother through his blurry eyes as Hunter paced behind her on his cell phone. Could feel the cold porcelain of a bathtub press into the back of his neck. He remembered racing through the streets in an ambulance as his vision cut in and out. The following month was spent in rehab and he promised his parents he’d clean up his act as much as possible. Thomas had told him he needed to go to college and Sebastian's impressive extracurriculars and personal essays saved his ass. Sometimes he wondered if his father had committed a crime to get him into a good school because he knew that in the back of his head he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve anything nice, not after years of acting like a petulant cry baby. Seb had his heart broken one time and couldn’t fucking let it go. He still chased the taste of whiskey colored eyes in random men and searched the city streets for a kind smile and eye crinkled laughter. 

Sebastian had become a manageable mess. He did his schoolwork and earned decent grades but still partied and drank and fucked around. He’d learned how to hide his scars instead of healing them and had become an expert pretender. Sure, Hunter knew he was still drinking and getting high and chain smoking but he  couldn’t fix it. He just went along with it because he was tired, Seb knew it. There was only one person in the world who would have understood all of the pretending but he didn’t think he’d ever have a second chance.

Sebastian knew that love tasted like cherry chapstick and that regret tasted like hot cocoa and snow. Loneliness looked like honey eyes and sounded like pop songs hummed under the breath. That missing someone ached in a way that was impossible to describe and that being numb didn’t ever fully take any of it away.

/fin

[jedivszombie]

15, 16, 27, 32

JC! Thank you so much for these questions, I really enjoyed answering them and sort of wrote mini essays so it’s all going below the cut!

it’s hump day: let’s talk about F1 baybee

15. Is there a driver that you disliked in the beginning but now like?

Yes there is! I really disliked Sebastian Vettel back in the day but now I love him (as a quick look through my blog will tell you). Part of why I disliked Seb is being brought up watching F1 with British comms (who heard him being referred to as Baby Schumi and it triggered Martin’s inferiority complex). British commentary would have had you believe that at the age of 20 Seb was regularly eating Martin’s children or something.

I always thought he was talented as a driver but between Martin and DC being so far up M*rk’s arse and the inferiority complex, plus the way they would have you believe Red Bull were totally and completely in control of the 4 seasons they won made me really not like him. Interestingly, it wasn’t until about 2017/2018 and he started to make a few more mistakes at crucial points in the championship that I was like ‘wait I like you’ so I dunno what that says about me.  

16. Is there a driver who made you drastically change your opinion of him?

Yes! There are like three drivers: Kimi Raikkonen, Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso. I used to like Kimi (I thought he was funny and a decent driver) - still think he was a good driver but no longer like his whole Thing™️, and I say was a good driver because I don’t quite think he’s got the pace he used to.

I didn’t used to like Lewis (as a personality) even though I thought he was a very good driver but he has done a lot of growing and learning over the past 5 years or so and seems to be more comfy in himself so you love to see it - will also be blaming the British media and commentators for making me dislike him when I was growing up.

Fernando, Fernando, Fernando. We have a very complicated relationship. I loved him when he started in F1, cried when he won his championships, I have a Fernando t-shirt from back in the day when I was a kid. I wanted to loathe him when Spygate and Crashgate happened but still loved him (less so for Crashgate though). Ferrari Fernando happened and we were still on good terms and then I just did not love the McHonda of it all and didn’t love his attitude or comments (and I still don’t from that era). BUT now he’s like a mellow vibed out Fernando (like he still has his personality but there’s obvious growth there) and he’s gone away and learned about teamwork in WEC and he was always a great driver but I feel like he has shown he has grown up a little bit, or has become more realistic about how things happen (without losing his fight or competitiveness which we all love about him).

27. Do you have a favourite team? Which one and why?

Like most other things I have a hard time just picking one so I have three fave teams! Here is where I out myself as a tifosi because Ferrari is my favourite team. My earliest F1 memories are of Ferrari Schumi winning and Ferrari have forever been hardwired into my brain as the Sexy Evil Ones and I love them so dearly. Oh how they make me suffer so for loving them so dearly. I hate them, I love them and I hate them again. I am the President of the Ferrari Suffering Squad and I wear the biggest clown crown. I just love these messy bitches.

Second up is Renault (yes they are now Alpine, no I do not care to name them as such). As you can see from my answer above I am clearly insane and I love a messy team. My Renault love comes from Fernando and I just never lost my love for them, especially when Robert went to drive for them and then they were Lotus and Rogro kicked ass for them and then they became Renault again and Cyril happened. Also they have Alain and they were yellow and black and very sexy and I just really love them. This is really incoherent but I just really love pain I think.

My third fave team is Sauber! They are a very funky little team, my Swiss Grandpa Peter Sauber is truly a very groovy dude and the fact that his team still exists in F1 is incredible. They have helped launch the career of like so many talented people and so many faves. They are also the first team to have a female CEO and then TP in F1, which is pretty damn groovy to me. I am in the middle of doing a project about my fave little midfield team who could, so watch this space.

32. Which one is your favourite team principle and why?

I really rate both Andreas Seidl and Toto Wolff as Team Principals. Andreas is very focused and determined and has a really good relationship and way with the drivers - it’s very clear that the whole team feels very comfortable and confident in a way we haven’t seen for a very long time (not comfortable in a complacent way but it seems less like there is a constant internal war at McLaren than we have previously seen and the new management structure has played a big part in that in my opinion).

Toto is the most successful Team Principal on the grid and it has been really interesting to watch Mercedes grow into the team it is today and watch Toto and his crew take the good foundations that Ross Brawn, Norbert Haug, Schumi and Nico laid and develop it into the dominating Mercedes we have today. Toto and Niki Lauda as a duo truly killed the game in terms of playing the F1 game in all aspects and it’s really interesting to see the way Toto’s relationship with his drivers have developed. It’s also really interesting to hear how Toto himself has developed over the years (I highly recommend listening to this episode of Nico’s podcast).

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Lessons in Love (Bucky x Reader) - Part 6

Synopsis: You try to switch up the dynamic but Bucky doesn't like giving up control. 

Words: 1630

Warnings: public smut, swearing

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

If there was one thing that made you feel naughty it was the times Bucky called you to his office to fuck. Just the thought that someone could walk in at any moment, that people could probably hear, that you could be caught at any time made you almost painfully aroused. Each time you’d submit to his searing kisses.

For instance, right now he had you almost completely undressed with your hand down his pants, stroking over his hardening length. He was moaning into your mouth, his thumb swiping over one of your nipples, the other hand clutching at your hip. You shivered, arching your back towards him.

You shoved his pants down his hips, his erection springing free. You grasped it, swirling your palm over the head. You could feel the precum leaking onto your skin and you felt him bite down on your lower lip. The coppery taste of blood bloomed in your mouth and you had to wrap an arm around him to keep your knees from giving out beneath you.

He dug his fingers into your hair, tugging on it. You moaned against his mouth, stroking your hand up his length again, enjoying the way it twitched at your touch.

You fell to your knees, looking up at him from below your lashes. He looked down at you, his fingers tightening in your hair. You licked your lips.

Without warning Bucky shoved you back, pushing you under his desk. You felt your clothes flung into your lap as he sat in his chair and brought himself forward to hide his nakedness under the desk. You were getting ready to shout at him until you heard the door open.

“Professor Barnes?”

You recognised the voice as one of the young girls in your class. She was one of the big group who would giggle and flutter their lashes at the professor at the front of the room. You tried not to think about it as you squeezed your eyes shut. Being caught now would be bad.

“Yes?” he asked in the gruff voice you’d begun to grow used to.

“I was wondering if I could talk to you about the essay due next week,” she asked.

“Of course,” he said with a sigh.

You tried to shift your foot, feeling it fall asleep as crouched under the desk. You steadied yourself with a hand on his knee, shifting your weight. You heard him pause in his sentence as you made contact. You dragged your nails over the bare skin of his thigh, drawing closer to his hardened length.

He grasped your wrist, flinging your hand away from him. You settled back, pouting as you listened to him describe the finer details on how to write a history essay. You could just imagine the other girl, twirling her hair around her finger.

You considered trying to get redressed but figured you couldn’t do it without making noise. You’d absolutely kick the side of the desk trying to wriggle into your jeans. You gently ran your finger over his sock covered foot, drawing meaningless patterns as you tuned out the words, nearly listening to the ebb and flow of his voice.

His dick was still painfully hard, almost hitting the desk from where he sat. You titled your head, considering it. You licked your lips.

You shifted forward, your breath fanning over his warm skin. You watched it twitch, the muscles in his legs tightening. You let your tongue lick up the underside, following along the vein. He made a strangled noise above you and the high voice of the girl cut off.

“Are you alright, professor?” she asked, a little too innocent.

“Fine,” he replied, “continue.”

You licked back up his shaft and wrapped your lips around the tip. The salty taste of the precum coated your lips. You could imagine how he looked up there, every muscle tense as he tried not to show what you were doing below.

You slowly slid your mouth down, taking him in as far as you could. You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking on him. He made a low groan and you were sure his was burying his face in his hands.

“Professor?” the girl asked, a note of concern entering her voice.

“I’m fine,” he ground out.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, “I could go get someone.”

“No,” he shouted.

You were sure the girl was flinching back, a flicker of fear passing over her face. You knew how intimidating he could be. You dragged your tongue over the leaking head of the hardened length in your mouth. His breath shuddered and you pulled back, slow and drawn out. You could feel warmth growing in your lower stomach, wetness collecting between your legs.

You removed your mouth from him as his hand snaked down, snagging in your hair. He tugged, hard and sharp, painful enough to draw tears to your eyes. You steadied yourself again, your nails digging into the bare flesh of his thigh. The fingers tightened more.

You cupped his balls in your hand and you felt his whole body shudder. You ran the flat of your tongue up his length again, taking the tip into your mouth. You dragged your mouth down until he hit the back of your throat. You pulled back, beginning to slowly bob your head. You wanted him to suffer the way you did every single lesson with him.

“It’s not different from any other essay,” he said, his voice strained.

You played with his balls as he twisted your hair in his hand. He pulled, almost in warning. You ignored him, enjoying playing with him while he was trying to stay professional. Knowing how hard you made him gave you a thrill of power. You gave a hard suck.

His voice faltered, dying out, his hips rocking towards you from his seated position. You imagined him swallowing, the way his adam’s apple bobbed. You wrapped your hand around his base.

“We’re done here,” he said once he got his voice back, “get out.”

You heard the legs of the chair push back and the shuffle of feet on the carpet. The door opened with a muttered thank you and closed again.

Bucky flung himself away from the desk, pulling you with him. You fell at his feet, barely catching yourself. You looked up at him from under your lashes, his face contorted with anger. You knelt up, resting on your heels. He pulled you up, standing you in front of him.

“Thought that was fun, did you?” he asked.

“I did, yes,” you said, “didn’t you?”

He grasped your hips, pulling you forward a step. His hold was tight and you knew you wouldn’t be able to break his grip. His fingers were digging into your flesh, harsh and painful. You knew you’d find bruises again tomorrow.

“Funnily enough, I didn’t.”

He pushed you back towards the desk, the edge digging into the small of your back. He stood, towering over you. You pushed yourself up, sitting on his desk, wrapping your legs around him. He growled, low and dangerous, and pressed his lips to yours.

You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. He dragged his hands up your body, his nails scraping along your skin. You arched as his touch reached just under your breasts. He chuckled, drawing back, his fingers ghosting up, barely touching you. You whined, digging your fingers into the muscles of his back.

“I don’t think you deserve a reward.”

You whined again but he pulled open his drawer. He ripped open a condom wrapper, rolling it down his length. He looked at you as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed himself into you, tortuously slow, watching your face contort as he sheathed himself within you.

You whined, digging your heels into the flesh of his ass. He groaned, snapping his hips forward. He began to thrust, long and deep, hitting a place deep within you. You slid your hands down, wanting more. He grasped your wrist before you could begin to touch yourself, pinning your hands to the desk. You mewled, wanting more. The warmth was growing in your lower stomach.

He was growling, hiding his face in your neck, pressing hot kisses into your skin. You were panting, meeting him thrust for thrust. He went stiff, stopping, his body shuddering against yours. A low groan issued from his throat as he collapsed forward. You whined again.

He withdrew from you, looking down at you. You bit your bottom lip, reaching out for him. He batted your hands away, leaning down to pull his jeans back over his hips. He threw your own clothes to you.

“What?” you asked.

“I’m not rewarding you,” he said, “get dressed.”

You hesitantly pulled your clothes on, watching him, hoping this was some kind of joke. You were waiting for him to put his hands back on you, to relieve the almost painful throb between your legs. You were so close.

Once you were dressed, standing in front of him he waved his hand at you. You furrowed your brow, not liking how this was going. You didn’t need to be treated like this.

“Class will start soon,” he said, “I suggest you get there soon. You won’t like it if you’re late.”

His voice had darkened and his eyes flashed at you. You didn’t dare argue with him when he looked at you like that. Last time you hadn’t enjoyed the consequences. You grabbed your stuff and turned tail, almost running out of the room. You knew you wouldn’t have time to fix your problem.

You would be suffering through Bucky’s lesson, imagining his tongue doing sinful things to you. Situation normal.

Tags: @libellule2001 @sebs-daybreak

[bridgeburningbucky]

The fkn air vent  (college au Bucky)

A/N: OKAY SO I SHOULD BE DOING MY ASSIGNMENTS BUT LIKE THE DUMB PENDEJA THAT I AM MADE THE MISTAKE OF GOING ON TUMBLR AND COMING ACROSS THAT AUDIO OF SEB, YALL KNOW WHAT AUDIO AND WAS INSPIRED BY EVENTS THAT HAPPENED A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO AND I 100% BLAME @take-my-life-not-my-heart FOR THIS. (sorry if it’s trashy)

Summary: You have an obnoxiously loud neighbor who knows just how to mess with you.

Warnings: language, masturbation (18+ pls) 

Living on campus had its pros and cons. You liked the idea of your classes being a five minute walk from your room. The problem was that the walls in the dorms were paper thin and the air vent, that’s centered right above your bed liked to echo whatever noise was made in the room above yours. 

You knew it was guy who lived above you because when you would try to study you would hear him and his friends shout and be typical stupid boys. Stupid boy talk you could tolerate. It did become a problem when you had exams to study for and he would have his music blasting or when you were trying to sleep and you could here him talking to whatever girl he had managed to get in his room. You could have been happy that your fellow peer was getting some but you weren’t. Is it because you were jealous that he was getting laid? Possibly. You were going to be petty about it.

After not getting enough sleep yet again because your neighbor had his friends over you made a mental note to pay him a visit after your morning class. 

Sure enough after your 8am you walked up the next floor up and down the similar hall to the room you knew was just above yours. There was a dry erase board hanging from the door and in the worst handwriting you’ve ever seen it said, “If you’re not the pizza man fuck off”- Bucky And there was a bunch of cartoon dicks framing the rest of the board. You rolled your eyes, what kind of a nickname was Bucky? 

You knocked on the door and the jerk didn’t answer. You tried again and still nothing. If the time the music finally stopped early in the morning you figured he was probably still asleep. So you decided to leave a note on the dry erase board.

“Bucky, please try to keep the music down, the walls are thin and the air vents carry sounds. Thank you :)” 

You didn’t leave your name or what neighbor it was because you didn’t want him coming to your door and giving you shit for calling him out. You quickly made your way back to your room to take a much needed nap. 

It was like the world had it out for you because thirty minutes into your nap someone knocked on your door. You ignored it but when the person didn’t knock again you became curious. You opened the door and there was no one there. However, there was a sticky note attached to your door. 

“Hi, your neighbor above you, sorry for the inconvenience I’ll try to be more quiet :)” -Bucky

How did he know I was the one who complained? Someone must have told him? It didn’t matter, you were just happy that he got the message and that you were finally going to get a good nights sleep.

Wrong. You were so wrong. It was like the music got louder and it sounded like there were twenty people stuffed into the small room. You were going to kill him. You threw your blankets off of you and slipped on your shoes before stomping your way up the next floor. 

As soon as you entered the hall your attention was drawn to the music blasting through his room. How his neighbors hadn’t complained blew your mind. 

The board had a different message this time, “If you have a stick shoved up your ass fuck off :)))))” 

Oh, you were pissed. You banged on the door so that he could hear you over the music. After the tenth time and once your knuckles were red, the door finally swung open and you were faced with the most smug jackass you’ve ever seen. It’s as if he was waiting for you to make an appearance. From what you could see inside you figured out why the people on his floor hadn’t complained, it was because they were all in his fucking room.

“You wouldn’t happen to be the one with a stick shoved up their ass? You’re too cute to be a prude,” he said with a smirk eyeing you up and down. 

In your haste to confront the asshole, you forgot to slip on your robe. You felt naked in your booty shorts and tank top. You crossed your arms so that he would get the message to stop staring at your braless chest. 

You didn’t acknowledge his comment and calmly said, “Could you please keep it down.”

Even he couldn’t hear from the loud music and he stepped into the hallway and shut the door, the noise immediately softened but only a little. 

“I’m sorry doll what did you say, the music was too loud?”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

He smirked and leaned against the door, “I would take fucking you very seriously.”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you saw your brain implode on itself. “Listen douchebag, I have an exam in the morning and you’re being unnecessarily loud.”

He fake gasped and said, “I’m the one who started it? You were the one who left a note and erased the beautiful art I had drawn on my board.”

“Are you serious right now? You’re mad because I erased some dicks off your board??? You know what, I’m tired of having to hear to your stupid voice at 3 in the morning. I’m talking to the resident director in the morning.” With that you walked away, too pissed off to hear whatever he had to say. Not like you could hear him over the trashy music playing. 

As soon as you made it back to your room the music stopped. You smiled when you heard him shout for everyone to get out. It was the first time in weeks that you slept so well, you felt victorious. 

The next couple of weeks were bliss, you were able to study without having to have your headphones blasting and even managed to get rid of the dark circles under your eyes. 

Then it happened.

It was nearly nine at night and you were working on an essay when you heard a noise start up. Here we go again. Though as soon as you tried to pay attention to the noise it would stop so you continued to do your work. And then it started up again. For the first time you couldn’t make out what was happening and you tried really hard to listen for what it was. 

That’s when the noise finally registered. The asshat was jerking off. No fucking way, this could not be happening. You thought maybe it would end in a few minutes but it just kept going and going. You didn’t know how noisy jerking off could be. 

You placed your head phones on, feeling uncomfortable listening in to his private time. You didn’t have to blast your music like you normally would and that was your first mistake. Trying to focus back on your work proved unsuccessful when he started moaning. 

“Ohh, yes...”

You could feel your face heat up. You became curious as to whether he was with someone and you paused your music. Though the only sounds that were coming through the vent were his moans and the sounds of what you assumed was his hand on his cock. You felt yourself get wet when he moaned again.

“Fuck, fuck yes...”

You felt dirty for still listening in and you were shocked at the fact that he was still going and it didn’t sound like he was stopping anytime soon. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, your hand making its way slowly down your shorts. 

You had been stressed these last couple days and hadn’t had time to have your own private time and you felt like being selfish and getting off on him getting off. 

Your middle finger met with your wetness and you spread your juices, and then finally coming in contact with your clit. You tried to picture him moving his hand up and down his cock, legs spread on his bed with his other hand squeezing his base to prevent himself from coming. 

You rubbed your clit in time with the wet sounds his own cock was making. You silently moaned when he spoke again.

“You’re cunt is wrapped perfectly around me doll, fuck...”

You nodded along to his words, picturing him thrusting into you with deep strokes. You arousal grew and soon you were making just as much noise from your wetness as he was. 

“That’s it baby, so fucking wet for me.”

You moaned a little louder this time and quickly placed a hand over your mouth, your finger never stopping. 

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.” 

You subconsciously listened to him, so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize that he was definitely talking to you. 

“Oh fuck, I’m close...”

You nodded along as if he could see you, the motions of your middle finger moving faster trying to get close too. It wasn’t hard with his praise and encouragement coming through and soon you were at the brink when he moaned out,

“Y/N cum for me”

 That was all it took, you moaned louder than you had before as your orgasm hit you. You had to stop your motions as your legs trembled from how hard you were cumming, too sensitive to ride it out like you normally would. You were breathing hard when he finally finished too. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck yes.”

As soon as you started coming down from your high you felt shame overcome you. You grabbed your shower caddy and made your way to the community bathroom and took a long cold shower trying to wash away the embarrassment you felt deep in your bones. You couldn’t believe you had that interaction with the same asshole who purposefully fucked with your sleep. And now you couldn’t get his stupid cute face out of your head or the sound of his moans still fresh in your mind. You were definitely going to have to switch dorms after this. 

You took your time walking back to your room, not wanting to be anywhere near the shame when a bright pink sticky note on your door caught your attention. You quickly ripped it off the door and you gasped when you read it.

“The only noise complaint you’ll have now will be about me not screaming your name loud enough ;)” 

[daresmythe-blog]

for science.

WHO: Blaine Anderson @darethewarblerblaine & Sebastian Smythe @daresmythe

WHERE. Dalton Academy Housing Campus

WHEN. December 3, 2017 - Early Evening

WHAT. A series of texts exchanged after a long day of classes & studying

WARNINGS. Some dirty talk, nothing explicit.

( text message → petit copain ) i can't do it. i cannot write another admissions essay, i will physically die.

( text message → 'bastian ) Dying is not allowed!

( text message → petit copain ) How about slipping into prolonged comas?

( text message → 'bastian ) How about a good nights sleep from an amazing orgasm?

( text message → petit copain ) How do you do that?

( text message → 'bastian ) Do what?  ( text message → 'bastian ) Read your mind?

( text message → petit copain ) Yeah.That.

( text message → 'bastian ) Hmmm because I could definitely go for that too as it turns out? ( text message → 'bastian ) And I know when you get into panic mode this is a general good suggestion.

( text message → petit copain ) Blaine Devon.You are such a dreamboat, you know that?

( text message → 'bastian ) Me?

( text message → petit copain ) You.

( text message → 'bastian ) Says the guy even the het guys here would probably consider dating

( text message → petit copain ) You are ridiculous.

( text message → 'bastian ) I am ridiculously in love with you...yes. ( text message → 'bastian ) Ridiculously attracted to you.

( text message → petit copain ) How'd I get to be so lucky, huh?

( text message → 'bastian ) Hmmm I don’t know. ( text message → 'bastian ) You put in a lot of hard work for me. ( text message → 'bastian ) I don’t know how anyone can possibly top a secret admirer, mistletoe Christmas first kiss. ( text message → 'bastian ) Or bringing me back something from Paris because it made you realize how you really felt

( text message → petit copain ) Well, I was certainly an idiot back then, wasn't I?

( text message → 'bastian ) Or just in general loving me the way you do. ( text message → 'bastian ) No, not an idiot. ( text message → 'bastian ) Scared. ( text message → 'bastian ) Understandably so. ( text message → 'bastian ) I’m sorry I am and intense person

( text message → petit copain ) Are you now? I had no idea. ( text message → petit copain ) You are so adorable. ( text message → petit copain ) It seems like quite a long time ago, doesn't it?

( text message → 'bastian ) It does.   ( text message → 'bastian ) Two years ago ( text message → 'bastian ) That’s half of highschool Seb. ( text message → 'bastian ) And now we’re Seniors and struggling with admission essays ( text message → 'bastian ) And doing a lot more than kissing.  

( text message → petit copain ) Senior citizens is more like it.

( text message → 'bastian ) Well they say senior citizens are quite active now :p

( text message → petit copain ) When's the last time we skipped class to make out?  ( text message → petit copain ) Or stayed up ALL night? ( text message → petit copain ) We're old, mon petit copain. ( text message → petit copain ) face the facts we're ancient

( text message → 'bastian ) Ugh probably the beginning of the school year. ( text message → 'bastian ) But between senior ap classes, Warblers, student council, yearbook, and that “spirit” squad I thought would be a good idea to begin and organize and lead my senior year when is there time to skip. ( text message → 'bastian ) Also orgasms make me sleepy... you know this. ( text message → 'bastian ) We are responsible my love. ( text message → 'bastian ) Are you terribly bored with me?  With our life?

( text message → petit copain ) Freedom suddenly seems like more work than we previously imagined it would be. ( text message → petit copain ) However, being outside of this campus, with you.  ( text message → petit copain ) That's exciting.

( text message → 'bastian ) True ( text message → 'bastian ) How about as a reward for getting these essays done you get three random classes to skip and make out in the senior Warbler commons and one night of staying up all night

( text message → petit copain ) I would, but in all honesty I can't really afford to skip any classes before the break. ( text message → petit copain ) But we should make out very soon.

( text message → 'bastian ) After the break then. ( text message → 'bastian ) How about hmmm....now?

( text message → petit copain ) Now? Now would be highly appropriate.

( text message → 'bastian ) Good.   ( text message → 'bastian ) Hey Sebastian?   ( text message → 'bastian ) Keep your glasses on....

( text message → petit copain ) Blaine Warbler...you always did like the nerdier side of me.

( text message → 'bastian ) My Clark Kent Superman

( text message → petit copain ) You are such a geek.

( text message → 'bastian ) As long as you love me!

( text message → petit copain ) Hmm, only forever. That's as long as I'll love you for.

( text message → 'bastian ) Hmmm it’s been too long since I’ve just sat in your lap and kissed you.

( text message → petit copain ) It has. You feeling like a hearty make out session, my sweet?

( text message → 'bastian ) And yet forever doesn’t seem like long enough when it’s you and I. ( text message → 'bastian ) Mmmmm yes

( text message → petit copain ) I could really use some sweet kisses. ( text message → petit copain ) Lots of them.

( text message → 'bastian ) We can start sweet, slow even. ( text message → 'bastian ) Let me memorize every freckle on your beautiful face again

( text message → petit copain ) Yeah? Maybe a few nibbles under the mistletoe conveniently hung by the door.

( text message → 'bastian ) The way it looks like you have the Little Dipper on your left cheek ( text message → 'bastian ) Definitely we can start at the door ( text message → 'bastian ) A couple of chaste pecs to your lips as I stretch up on my top toes my very long legged boyfriend

( text message → petit copain ) How many times do you think we've kissed since that first time? ( text message → petit copain ) hundreds...thousands maybe...I still love kissing you, babe.

( text message → 'bastian ) Millions maybe billions. I will never tire of kissing you.

( text message → petit copain ) Good. Because there's millions and billions more to come, I'm sure. Unless my lips fall off in a freak accident.

( text message → 'bastian ) I’d still kiss you.

( text message → petit copain ) You, kissing my lipless face. How tragic. How romantic.

( text message → 'bastian ) Well there are a lot of other places I can kiss you too. ( text message → 'bastian ) But you are my love story babe.

( text message → petit copain ) We've got a pretty good one too.

( text message → 'bastian ) We do.   ( text message → 'bastian ) I’d say can’t wait to see how it ends but I don’t want to waste a moment or wish it away.

( text message → petit copain ) I know how it ends. You, as my husband. With a bunch of foul mouthed, rambunctious, curly haired babies.

( text message → 'bastian ) A bunch huh? ( text message → 'bastian ) Where did these foul mouthed rambunctious kids coming from?

( text message → petit copain ) A stork?

( text message → 'bastian ) Lol ( text message → 'bastian ) I mean why are they foul-mouthed and rambunctious?

( text message → petit copain ) I'm foul-mouthed, and you, my dear are rambunctious. ( text message → petit copain ) Very much so.

( text message → 'bastian ) I will not let you corrupt our children Sebastian Smythe.  :p ( text message → 'bastian ) I’m more enthusiastic than rambunctious

( text message → petit copain ) Oh really? Mr. Anderson-Smythe? ( text message → petit copain ) You are so enthusiastic. In all things. ( text message → petit copain ) It's very attractive.

( text message → 'bastian ) Yes Mr Anderson-Smythe.  Now make it up to me with hundreds of kisses.

( text message → petit copain ) Hmm...I guess I could.

( text message → 'bastian ) I can be enthusiastic about kissing

( text message → petit copain ) Will you be counting? ( text message → petit copain ) How many kisses does a hickey count as?

( text message → 'bastian ) Ten maybe ( text message → 'bastian ) We might have to scientifically test it.

( text message → petit copain ) Are hickey's allowed in traditional make out sessions?

( text message → 'bastian ) How many kisses make a hickey?   ( text message → 'bastian ) Definitely.

( text message → petit copain ) And how naked is acceptably naked for a make out session....scientifically.

( text message → 'bastian ) It is the hetero badge of honour ( text message → 'bastian ) Ohhh. That one is complicated. ( text message → 'bastian ) Location factors into this one i am afraid

( text message → petit copain ) And then there's the matter of groping. ( text message → petit copain ) What's the grope to kiss ratio? ( text message → petit copain ) this is very complicated business that we're going to have to experiment with for...hours...days possibly.for science of course

( text message → 'bastian ) Of course for science. ( text message → 'bastian ) Do you think this could count as extra credit? ( text message → 'bastian ) Be turned into our science fair project?

( text message → petit copain ) I guess that depends on the amount of groping ( text message → petit copain ) It would certainly be something we'd have to...document. For science, again.

( text message → 'bastian ) I think the correct groping ratio, in polite company is about 7 kisses to a grope.   ( text message → 'bastian ) A family friendly grope.

( text message → petit copain ) So a firm ass grab.

( text message → 'bastian ) In a more private locale 2 kisses to 1 grope or even 1:1 is strongly encouraged.  And family friendly doesn’t count.

( text message → petit copain ) Yes, well private locale would be more under the shirt nipple touching. ( text message → petit copain ) As the hets like to do. ( text message → petit copain ) Or, lesbians. I leave them out a lot, don't I?

( text message → 'bastian ) Which isn’t a complaint btw ( text message → 'bastian ) Lol when do we ever even see girls?

( text message → petit copain ) WHAT ARE GIRLS ( text message → petit copain ) That's a lie. It'd be...nice to have a daughter one day maybe. Don't you think?

( text message → 'bastian ) Private locale should include dick touching.  Because it’s gay. ( text message → 'bastian ) Yes. And name her after your mother. ( text message → 'bastian ) You and your Dad will have to help her live up to her namesake.

( text message → petit copain ) You had me at dick touching. ( text message → petit copain ) I'm lying, you literally had me when you walked in the room. ( text message → petit copain ) How gay is that. ( text message → petit copain ) Celeste...God I wish she knew you. ( text message → petit copain ) You'd be one of her favorite people. ( text message → petit copain ) She would just...go crazy about you

( text message → 'bastian ) The gayest.   ( text message → 'bastian ) Really Sebastian. ( text message → 'bastian ) Luckily I’m also gay.

( text message → petit copain ) Glad to know I still hold my title as the gayest gay.

( text message → 'bastian ) I wish I’d known her. ( text message → 'bastian ) I wish I could thank her for you.

( text message → petit copain ) I'll tell her the next time I talk to her.

( text message → 'bastian ) To tell her how much I love her son; how happy he makes me... and how I want to spend my life making him as happy.

( text message → petit copain ) I think she's...I don't know...here somehow. ( text message → petit copain ) She sees us.I know it's not rational.

( text message → 'bastian ) Hey shush

( text message → petit copain ) But someone like that, like her. I just can't find a way to believe she just stopped existing

( text message → 'bastian ) It’s ... I like that.

( text message → petit copain ) I love your very blind support of my crazy.

( text message → 'bastian ) And if that’s the case I hope you’re right and she likes me. ( text message → 'bastian ) Maybe... maybe she pushed us, or you? Hmm?

( text message → petit copain ) Something like that. ( text message → petit copain ) Did you think we'd get to here, Blaine? ( text message → petit copain ) Almost free of this place ( text message → petit copain ) Still together. ( text message → petit copain ) Always together

( text message → 'bastian ) Get to here ?   ( text message → 'bastian ) I wanted us to.   ( text message → 'bastian ) Almost free and still together?   ( text message → 'bastian ) I really wanted us to be. ( text message → 'bastian ) I know my jealousy gets the better of me sometimes....a lot of times... but I wanted us here. ( text message → 'bastian ) I want an Always for us.   ( text message → 'bastian ) No matter how hard.

( text message → petit copain ) I didn't expect to screw up quite as many times as I have...or maybe I did. But I never knew I could fight so hard for something ( text message → petit copain ) I didn't think I was strong

( text message → 'bastian ) We’ve both made mistakes babe but they only make us stronger. ( text message → 'bastian ) I never knew I could want something more than music tbh ( text message → 'bastian ) You’re so strong ‘Bas.   ( text message → 'bastian ) No one gave you a chance to be anything but.

( text message → petit copain ) I love you, Blaine Warbler.  ( text message → petit copain ) I may have learned your last name, but...you'll always be my Warbler.

( text message → 'bastian ) Lol. ( text message → 'bastian ) I love you.   ( text message → 'bastian ) And i am thrilled to always be your Warbler

( text message → petit copain ) Ugh, my Prince.

( text message → 'bastian ) Le Petit Prince

( text message → petit copain ) I struck gold with you baby

( text message → 'bastian ) I love you so much.

( text message → petit copain ) And I love you. So very much.

( text message → 'bastian ) What are your plans for Christmas this year?

( text message → petit copain ) don't know. Paris maybe

( text message → 'bastian ) When?

( text message → petit copain ) I don't know I've been dreading calling my father ( text message → petit copain ) So I haven't booked a flight or anything yet. I was thinking of maybe just not going anywhere

( text message → 'bastian ) Cooper wants my parents and I to come to LA. ( text message → 'bastian ) He’s working on a project.

( text message → petit copain ) That'll be nice, baby ( text message → petit copain ) I'll send you off with a hug and sarcastic comment for him

( text message → 'bastian ) I... want you to come with us.  If... you can.  If you want.

( text message → petit copain ) You want me to come to LA? ( text message → petit copain ) With your family?

( text message → 'bastian ) You’ve spent time with us at the holiday before.

( text message → petit copain ) I know, but...the whole break, with you? With your family? That's a lot, are you sure about it?

( text message → 'bastian ) Sebastian...

( text message → petit copain ) Well I'm just saying, baby

( text message → 'bastian ) We’ve been sharing a room and a bed every night for the last almost 4 months.

( text message → petit copain ) I know, I know that. ( text message → petit copain ) But this is, your parents. ( text message → petit copain ) Cooper. ( text message → petit copain ) Christmas.In LA

( text message → 'bastian ) I know. ( text message → 'bastian ) I did ask you.

( text message → petit copain ) Yes I want to ( text message → petit copain ) I hate leaving you for weeks at a time. ( text message → petit copain ) But it does freak me out a bit.

( text message → 'bastian ) Because? ( text message → 'bastian ) It’s my family?

( text message → petit copain ) Yeah. ( text message → petit copain ) I only have so many chances to prove myself. ( text message → petit copain ) I'm the future father of their grandchildren ( text message → petit copain ) it's a lot a pressure!

( text message → 'bastian ) So uhm....

( text message → petit copain ) Also...there's the matter of the name tattooed on my BODY ( text message → petit copain ) and LA is hot

( text message → 'bastian ) If I said I cleared this with my parents and Cooper before I said anything to you.   ( text message → 'bastian ) Would you be upset?

( text message → petit copain ) No.  ( text message → petit copain ) I would be relieved. ( text message → petit copain ) But also in a rush to buy some temporary tattoo cover up

( text message → 'bastian ) Have you looked at my phone recently babe?

( text message → petit copain ) No, why?

( text message → 'bastian ) Before you rush out and do anything you might want to look at my lock screen.

( text message → petit copain ) THEY KNOW? ( text message → petit copain ) Oh my god.  ( text message → petit copain ) They must hate me.

( text message → 'bastian ) No. ( text message → 'bastian ) I don’t think my mother would have replied “of course Sweetheart” if she hated you.

( text message → petit copain ) Well, maybe we should come up with a better story than, "We got in a huge fight and Sebastian's very logical response was to get my name tattooed on his skin permanently" ? ( text message → petit copain ) Something responsible and poetic ( text message → petit copain ) Like i would have died if he hadn't done it, it's a medical fact Sebastian physically saved my life by inking his skin ( text message → petit copain ) that's workable, right?

( text message → 'bastian ) ‘Bas.....Sweetheart.

( text message → petit copain ) I'm gonna bring my report card.

( text message → 'bastian ) Your moms tattoo is also viable on  my lock screen.   ( text message → 'bastian ) I said your tattoos are like my music.   ( text message → 'bastian ) A way to honor important people in your life.

( text message → petit copain ) Maybe a few letters of recommendation from my peers and teachers. ( text message → petit copain ) A lot of people don't see tattoos quite like that.

( text message → 'bastian ) It’s not exactly wrong though. ( text message → 'bastian ) It’s very true in the case of your mothers’.

( text message → petit copain ) My tattoos are...How I remind myself of what's important.Because I'm thick headed and I need a permanent mark on my skin some days to get through to myself. ( text message → petit copain ) My mother.  ( text message → petit copain ) You.  ( text message → petit copain ) Love above all else. ( text message → petit copain ) Things I never ever want to forget. ( text message → petit copain ) Things I WANT leaving scars on my body that are impossible to remove or hide

( text message → 'bastian ) Then if anyone in my family says anything you say just that.

( text message → petit copain ) I love you so much. ( text message → petit copain ) As impulsive as it was. I can't believe I waited so long to ink your name on my skin.

( text message → 'bastian ) Really?

( text message → petit copain ) Oh yeah. ( text message → petit copain ) My world. ( text message → petit copain ) You know how much I love you, don't you?

( text message → 'bastian ) So when should you have put it on?

( text message → petit copain ) I think you know, because you love me the same way. ( text message → petit copain ) Hmm...in paris, that first summer.

( text message → 'bastian ) Yes I know how much and yes I do love you the same ( text message → 'bastian ) That... might have been awkward....

( text message → petit copain ) Now THAT would be quite the story

( text message → 'bastian ) What how Hunter decked you when he discovered my name on your chest?

( text message → petit copain ) Yep. Worth it. I still think about Trent's reaction to it everyday.Warms the cold corners of my heart.

( text message → 'bastian ) I don’t know if I should be offended that my description doesn’t get top reaction.

( text message → petit copain ) I didn't say it wasn't top ( text message → petit copain ) But trent's was so comical.

( text message → 'bastian ) I know ...

( text message → petit copain ) Sometimes I feel bad for how much we probably tortured the guy. ( text message → petit copain ) Sometimes.

( text message → 'bastian ) He tried so hard to be a good roommate.  Although i much much prefer this year’s roommate.

( text message → petit copain ) He did put up with a lot of our shenanigans.

( text message → 'bastian ) He did but you also liked reminding him I was yours.

( text message → petit copain ) Constantly. But I did that with everyone.

( text message → 'bastian ) *do that

( text message → petit copain ) True. But I have...calmed a bit about it.

( text message → 'bastian ) You have but it’s no big secret who we are or that we are together. ( text message → 'bastian ) Guess we will see next year.

( text message → petit copain ) i did have to let the incoming freshmen know ( text message → petit copain ) oh next year...

( text message → 'bastian ) i think we'll probably both revisit that really jealous/possessive phase again... ( text message → 'bastian ) not that that phase didn't come without it's own...rewards

( text message → petit copain ) Lol ( text message → petit copain ) True

( text message → 'bastian ) Just remember I love you ( text message → 'bastian ) Even when cute baristas are flirting with you.

( text message → petit copain ) And I need the occasional kick in the ass.

( text message → 'bastian ) Or the occasional pin you up against the nearest flat surface and remind you are mine. ( text message → 'bastian ) That night.... I was so jealous.

( text message → petit copain ) I was so stupid.

( text message → 'bastian ) You were not stupid ( text message → 'bastian ) You like the attention , were used to it and not used to thinking about someone else

( text message → petit copain ) And you were patient, and understanding...most of the time

( text message → 'bastian ) Because you’re worth it ( text message → 'bastian ) We’re worth it

( text message → petit copain ) I truly hit the lottery with you, B. ( text message → petit copain ) You are so one in a million

( text message → 'bastian ) Only for you

( text message → petit copain ) Mine.

( text message → 'bastian ) Always and forever

( text message → petit copain ) I think this work on our scientific research should start really soon

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                                alright, first of all. for an essay on huntbastian please refer to this post. 

now. i’m gonna take this opportunity to embarrass and harass @magnusbanedfromperu​ one more time. 

when i look at how we started this thing and where we’re at i honestly can’t believe it, sometimes. i already talked about how i met this little devil here. well, when we first started writing together, nanda was hyper nice to me, and she asked me for opinions on where we should start, and so i offered her my familiar verse for sebastian smythe. 

it had always been a special verse to me, and i had tried to make it work a couple of times before, but it had never really launched. but i stg, immediately as we started talking about it, it felt right. i was super shy at first and like, we don’t have to make it shippy and stuff, and nanda was like, nooo i love angsty ships we can do it  (little did she know what she was getting herself into)  and we started talking it out and it just clicked. 

i personally have had this experience few times in my life, you know, when you put two characters that are completely alien to each other together, and they just FIT? that’s what happened. we started plotting things out, and before we had even started, i felt the chemistry for them. i didn’t even know magnus that well, then, but the more nanda talked to me about him, the more i found out how honestly frighteningly well he seemed to click with sebastian’s whole history, life, and persona. 

when it got to writing, it just felt effortless. i never thought i could find anyone for sebastian that would ever get to the feet of hunter clarington, but then again i had never thought i would ever meet a character like magnus bane, either. nanda made me fall in love with every bit, piece, inch, and side of magnus, before i even knew the shadowhunters’ fandom properly. through their relationship, i met the shadowhunters’ world, through magnus bane’s eyes, and that is why he’ll always be so special to me. nanda made it so, long before i could go crazy over harry shum’s acting.

seb wasn’t that different. let me tell you something, usually it takes sebastian a LONG ASS TIME to connect with someone, to grow feelings for them (i’m talking over an year of rping together), but with magnus bane he never even had a chance. he fell hard and fast. and the amount of love he had for him, in our very first threads, was honestly ridiculous. even if he did take months before saying his first actual i love you. this is a ship that no matter what happens will always stay with me.

i watch sh and in every single magnus scene, i’m thinking about his familiar sebastian smythe, and how he’d fit into it. i get emo about them, basically every single day. i’d defend them with my life. and i have muse for them no matter the situation nanda and i put them in. aus within our aus, angst, fluff, crack, honestly, i can’t get enough of them. 

so after this long ass ramble, 

here is to these two fabulous bitches and their glamorous life together. 

[wthcaden]

▲ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did. (THIS IS FROM SEBASTIAN NOT TALLY HIS COUSIN)

▲ five times caden thought about kissing sebastian, and the one time he did.

                    “C’mon, man. We gotta get this lab done,” Caden said after he let himself calm his laughter down from the other boy’s joke. When he was first paired up with Sebastian, he was at first skeptical and he even had to say a little nervous. He was older, taller…. you could say that Caden was intimidated by the boy. A freshman and a sophomore. He never thought the both of them would be sitting here joking and getting into possible trouble for disruption of class. “Fine,” Sebastian sighed exasperatedly, looking down at his sheet of paper in front of him. Caden was about to pick up his pencil to do his own part of the work when he looked over at Sebastian, seeing him in profile. The perfect picture. He was speaking, but Caden wasn’t listening. His eyes lingered on his lips, watching his mouth move. Caden was within reach, he could just lean over and do it then and- “Caden?” He blinked and realized he was staring too long. His mouth was slightly open, dumbfounded that he was caught. Clearing his throat, he picked up his pencil again and looked down at their worksheet. “Uh- s-sorry.”

                  Caden had his backpack thrown over his shoulder and his locker door slammed shut, ready to head home after the long day of school. “Hey, Slater!” He turned at the sound of his name only to see Sebastian walking towards him. He saw it in slow motion, all smiles and long strides as he made his way over to the younger boy. Before he knew it, the tall blonde was leaning against the locker next to his, placing his half-smoked cigarette behind his ear. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence that his friend of two years came to his locker to talk. What was uncommon was Caden letting his mind drift off to dangerous territories that included his lips finding the other’s and pushing him up against the exact locker he was leaning against. He knew he shouldn’t and he wouldn’t do it, but there were moments his mind wandered and he asked himself the “what ifs?” without thinking of the consequences and anxiety. After a moment, acting nonchalant, Caden knew what Sebastian was asking. “Hell yeah, I’m going to the party this weekend. The chick who’s throwing has that sister?  Think tonight’s gonna be the night,” he said with a grin. 

                 There were plenty graduation parties going on that night, yet the two boys naturally found the best one of the night. “This’ll be for you next year,” the girl said in Caden’s ear to be heard over the music. The thought of graduating was bittersweet. He would get out of high school, but he knew what was expected of him soon after. His throat closed up a bit at the thought. He didn’t want to think about his future right now. Instead of answering, he pulled the girl out to the dance floor to take his mind off it- of everything else. Caden focused on her, it was easy to, they’ve hooked up on multiple occasions and got along pretty well. The thing was, he knew that she wanted something else from him. As they danced, they found each other’s lips, but the only person he was thinking of was Sebastian, and he kept wondering what it would’ve been like to be kissing him now on his graduation night. This was their last year together in school, what would happen now? He opened his eyes in the middle of the kiss and without meaning to, quickly spotted Sebastian directly across the room. He didn’t let himself look away, their eyes were locked on each other, then not until after Sebastian winked at him, he disappeared in the large crowd of humans. 

                  Halfway through the year of his Senior year, Caden had already been accepted into university. He should’ve been a lot more happier than he actually was, he finally got a bit of a break from hearing about his future from his parents, but he knew that it wasn’t going to last long. “Caden Slater,” he heard a voice coming from behind him. He turned around and was only met by one of his friends and he got a little nostalgic about Sebastian calling out for him in the exact same way. He hadn’t talked to him since around the time of Seb’s graduation. He never thought that they’d not talk, but he supposed that he was just too busy with his school and partying, but he just never thought he’d be without Sebastian by his side, or at least out of contact. He nodded and smiled at his friend, but he didn’t have any want to talk to anybody else, not when he now had his old friend on his mind. The older boy was always the one that somehow calmed him down, all it had to be was that smile and Caden would stop stressing over that essay he’d been working on for two weeks straight or an exam he’d been up all night studying so he wouldn’t miss one question. Now, he wasn’t there at all. Sometimes, Caden did think of Sebastian during stressful times, but his mind would drift off into places he shouldn’t go. The places that were only reserved for the boys and girls he let himself be intimate with when he was alone. 

                  First day of college, first day of being away from home, Caden was a lot more miserable than he thought he’d be. His parents had left him, picking out his classes for him, practically. He was going to wait until he knew they were a good distance away before changing it up a bit and letting him have a class he’d actually like. Caden sighed to himself, looked around his bare room before flopping down lazily on the bed and reached out to grab his old sketchbook and pencil. He hadn’t picked it up in quite and after flipping over to the last page drawing he was working on, it took him a moment to realize what- or who it was. Caden didn’t think he realized he was drawing Sebastian, but now that he looked at it, there was no doubt about it. He seemed to have been looking at it longer than he wished, he sighed and threw the book haphazardly onto his bed. It had been over a year since they talked and Caden’s regret ate at him. He was older now and starting to become a little more comfortable with his sexuality, liking both boys and girls, something that he could say his close friend never knew, but he just wished that once he could see what it was like to kiss Seb, even with nothing coming from it, knowing nothing would come from it.

                 "Thanks for coming with me,” Caden looked over at Sebastian, dressed up as well as he can get, alongside him. “I’ve always wanted to see you in action at one of these things, fancy business man,” Sebastian replied while smirking over at Caden. The brunette rolled his eyes, “I just wanted to see what you’d look like in a suit,” he paused and actively looked his friend over to check him out. “You’re alright.” He shrugged his shoulders, acting as if it were no big deal, before a joking smile spread across his face. “’Alright,’ my ass,” Sebastian bumped their elbows together. “Admit it, I look damn good and you can’t help yourself around me.” Caden’s mouth opened, taking a small breathe as if he was going to respond but didn’t. He bit the inside of his lip and started walking in a certain direction, then looked behind him to see if he was following. “You comin’ or what?” he asked with a hidden grin. Caden found a secluded area and just as Sebastian was about to pass by, he grabbed the boy by the tie and pulled him close, almost close that their noses were about to touch. “You know, usually the people I’ve hooked up with at these things are a little older and tend to be pretty bland a lot more unimportant than they think compared to you, but I guess I’ll just have to deal this time.” Before he could get a response, Caden pressed his lips to the other boy’s and felt his hands in his hair.

[amorremanet]

Sebastian

“ten facts about my characters” meme


1. The background on his phone is currently El Greco’s 1585 Pieta. He wanted to have a picture of one of his dogs, but then he felt like he was being mean to the other five, so he set it to the late Chewie but that just made him feel terrible because she just passed away in March, so he and Pete tried to get all six of the dogs on Seb’s couch at once but they wouldn’t cooperate, so Seb gave up and picked a painting that he likes.


(and while Seb and Pete were trying to corral six dogs onto the couch for a family portrait, Margot just kinda sat aside in one of the chairs, reading and casually telling her boys, “This isn’t going to work” and then she got to go, “I told you so” when it didn’t)



2. Seb loves nicknames, both giving and receiving, but probably his favorite nickname is the one that Pete gave him back in high school, 
“Princess.”

He earned that nickname because he was babbling about how princesses are actually pretty cool, and they can get shit done, and Pete was torn between enjoying this and being frustrated because he had to finish writing an essay for class, so he went, “Okay, if you stop talking about it right now, you can be MY princess. Would that make you happy?”

Long story short, yes. It made Seb very happy.

That said, Pete is the only one who’s allowed to call him, “Princess.” Partly, this is because Pete gets possessive of the nickname because he likes having special nickname privileges and Seb likes making his best friend happy.

On the other hand, it’s partly because Seb is used to most folks who aren’t Pete using, “Princess” to refer to him in a more dismissive, if not outright derogatory, way. There are some people whom he’d mostly be okay with using the term, if not for how much Pete likes having exclusive nickname privileges, but most people are not on that list.

But most people will be told, “I’m Pete’s Princess, not yours,” or if they try it in front of Pete, they might get told, “Hey, he’s my Princess, not yours.”

Just…… it’s not your nickname, please don’t use it.



3. In “your OC’s as text post meme” land, one of the ones that I gave him was, “in alcohol’s defense I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too” — which is true.

Like, for example, his lower-back tattoo of Oscar Wilde’s line from De Profundis, “Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling” — which he got in the area of the lower back that is usually called something misogynistic that rhymes with, “damp scamp,” and then he was completely shocked when Todd, Margot, and Pete thought it was about sucking dick.

And Margot and Todd at least tried to explain it, while Pete just could not and fell over laughing because this was the funniest thing to happen all week, and Seb was just like, “Oscar Wilde was talking about prayer! And redemption! It’s from his prison letter to Bosie! I can see where you’re coming from but it’s not about sucking dick, oh my god, why is everyone being like this!”

—and right as Pete finally started calming down, Todd started to go, “Well… I mean, were you drinking? Just tell people you were drunk.”

Seb: “………I was completely sober. *blushes scarlet as Pete falls over laughing again**”

Seb doesn’t regret this tattoo, exactly (because if he did, he could and probably would just get it removed). But he does feel exceptionally silly for not even thinking that it was, in Pete’s words, “Like putting ‘nympho’ on the ass of your jeans, but in tattoo form” (though he still maintains that jfc, that’s not what the quote was about, why is everyone like this)



4. Seb can drive a motorcycle, and owns one, but since his cousin Jeremy died, he hasn��t really been able to ride it without getting upset and, sometimes, having panic attacks that he refuses to admit are panic attacks, because those are for people who have, “real problems” (i.e., literally everyone but him).

Anyway, he doesn’t know it yet (because they haven’t met each other yet), but Sara Grace is very interested in learning how to ride a motorcycle, and while Seb isn’t going to full-on teach her himself, he’ll be glad to give her a couple pointers, and once she has her license, he’ll gladly give her Bettie.

He absolutely named his bike after Bettie Page, because he’s a loser nerd.

5. Seb can be incredibly frustrating to deal with about some things, because he’s so open to hearing other people’s perspectives on things, and hearing most kinds of new information, and revising his opinions about most things…… but then there are other things that he just will not listen about until reality kicks him in the ass, and even that isn’t always a guarantee.

A lot of this has to do with his until-recently undiagnosed and thus untreated or improperly treated depression. Other parts of it have to do with the PTSD that he “totally doesn’t have” (i.e., he totally does have PTSD, but he thinks that he can’t possibly have PTSD because that would be an actual problem, and he doesn’t have any actual problems, because reasons).

The biggest underlying theme in the things that he’s stubborn about is that they go back to things like devaluing himself, invalidating himself and his feelings and his problems, hurting himself and/or justifying it, denying the possibility that he deserves nice things or that nice things are happening to him (e.g., “There’s no way that Stephen is flirting with me, he’s just being nice, he’s a nice person” — Seb, to Pete, after Stephen had just tried to make a joke about sleeping with Seb*), denying that anything is wrong with him or his life or anything, etc.

But, seriously? This is a guy who can, without missing a beat, jump right from complaining about how his big brother Max low-grade hates Margot and Todd, even though Max doesn’t really know them and rejects most information that contradicts his preconceived ideas of who they are and what they mean to Seb…… to insisting that Max probably hates him based more on his own anxiety and self-loathing than on any actual facts evidence of what Max feels about him

Seb is also a guy who can tell you in earnest that he’s a complete idiot, while reading Proust in the original French (and possibly complaining that none of the English translators really get it right), or can tell you that he’s an idiot and follow it up with a completely off-the-cuff lesson on Latin grammar and vocabulary, and just

Trusting Seb’s opinions about himself is a bad idea, because his opinions about himself usually have only a very select relation to reality and some things will end up being magnified while others are ignored, and he’s just not always a reliable narrator



6. Seb is a Hufflepuff, even though he doesn’t appreciate what that means because the HP series isn’t really his thing and he only got Pottermore-Sorted as part of helping Todd apologize to his teenage niece, Bianca. If Seb did understand what this means, he’d probably identify with the stereotype of, “Hufflepuff, ‘taking the lot’ means that they’re the reject House, lol” because that’s how he feels, even if it’s

 not actually accurate.

The Hufflepuff stereotype that he more accurately fits is the, “you have ten fingers? I have ten fingers! Let’s be friends!” one

Granted, it’s a lot harder for him to be like that than it used to be when he was younger, but Seb is still someone who:

decided that he wanted to be Margot’s friend because of how she seemed interesting and cool during the few minutes they spent paired up in a, “get to know the people on your hall” exercise in their freshman year of undergrad

called his Mom after meeting Todd for the first time (and trying to ask him out on a date-date, but botching it a bit and instead getting platonic coffee), because he was just so happy to have made a new friend, even if he’d totally failed to convey any potential romantic interest

and started his first conversation with the guy who would become his sponsor by noticing the CD case for Judy at Carnegie Hall in Nick’s bag and proceeding to kinda geek out at Nick about it, then ask for a bunch of Nick’s opinions

and after having a nice chat with Nick at the after-meeting coffee talk, Seb went home, where Margot was waiting with his dogs, and went, “So, I met someone at group who I really like and I really want him to like me, he’s this nice older guy, he has a cat and a husband and apparently quite a few stories that I’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of, he owns an art gallery, his name is Nick, I really like him, omg”

7. Seb is a devout Catholic. It’s pretty easy for people to forget this fact (even his sponsor Nick, and sometimes even his parents), but that’s mostly because:

1. being devout doesn’t mean that he acts like what most people he deals with consider a, “good Catholic boy” (to be fair, he used to act more like that, but he really hasn’t since he was about sixteen, because that was when he had to leave his Catholic school in a pretty Not Good series of events, went to his Dad’s old prep school instead, and in short, went through Some Shit);

and 2. he hasn’t ever seen a contradiction between being gay and non-celibate and totally fine with his sexuality, and being Catholic. If you ask Seb, though, the biggest problems he’s ever had here have had jack squat to do with God or Jesus or his faith, and everything to do with other human beings being homophobic dicks who only liked him as long as they believed hat he was straight.

The latter problem has been slightly relieved by him switching churches, which was pretty much entirely Margot’s doing.

Like, Seb was more or less resigned to sucking it up and going to Mass with a priest who was openly homophobic, and fellow parishioners who had a tendency to be pitying but kinda sorta sympathetic when he showed up looking like shit because he was probably up all night and was likely hungover or still kinda drunk, and might gently mention a second-cousin who had a lot of success with this AA group or that therapist one moment, then say some homophobic bullshit the next because they had no idea they were talking to a gay man

So, Margot found a different parish — one that technically isn’t sanctioned by the Vatican but was started by two gay men who left seminary to be together, and is socially and politically liberal-to-progressive and very pro LGBTQ — and she only didn’t bodily drag Seb to it because he’s 6’3”, she’s 4’11”, and he’s physically stronger than she is besides.

Instead, she went, “I am your friend, I’m concerned about you, and the only way to make me be less concerned, right now? Is to stop acting like the only way to fulfill your spiritual needs is essentially emotional self-harm. You don’t need to debase yourself by fake smiling and catering to those people, they don’t deserve it”


As far as most people are concerned, Margot intervened and started dragging Seb to a different and technically non-Vatican-sanctioned church out of enlightened self interest. Going to his previous church was fucking him up, which was screwing with her ability to work and their, “business ventures,” and that’s it, because Margot has trouble admitting to most people that she has a heart or ever does nice things for other people.

Anyway, another positive here is that Seb is now on legitimately good terms with the people at church, rather than, “good terms as long as they don’t know he’s gay, or fake good terms where he spends most of their conversations internally screaming,” from the other parishioners to the staff and priests.

The youngest of the priests, Fr. Teddy, is one of the few people out of the huge number of contacts in Seb’s phone who’s saved as a favorite.

They have a standing friendly coffee-date every Sunday after Mass, and although Seb doesn’t entirely know if he’s “allowed” to call Teddy a friend or not (because he has a lot of trouble with that in general), they know each other pretty well, Teddy didn’t exactly save Seb’s life once but did get him to help when he couldn’t exactly do it himself, Teddy was there at Seb’s intervention, and Seb is on a first-name basis with Joel, Teddy’s nice Jewish boyfriend while Teddy is on a first-name basis with Margot and Pete, knows Todd kinda but more knows of him, and will be eager to meet Stephen, once he and Seb get serious.

Teddy isn’t exactly skeptical of this superhero thing that Seb sort of stumbled into, but he’s watched someone else he cares about go into it with good intentions only to end up selling out and doing nothing for anyone but himself anymore, so Teddy’s a bit wary

The person in question was Teddy’s cousin Elliott. He’s a member of the All-Stars team out of Manhattan, and…… well. There are a lot of reasons why Teddy doesn’t talk about their connection, and only one of them is that he cares about protecting Elliott’s secret identity, since he’s only famous as his costumed alter-ego.



8. Seb’s only been going to AA and NA meetings for a year-and-a-half, when the story starts, and he already has more than a few examples of Times When He Showed Up For Group While Wearing Something Unfortunate Or Just Barely Avoided This, including but not limited to:

The time he wasn’t paying attention and put on a t-shirt with the Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey label on it, simple because it happened to be clean, and when Pete went, “Uh, Princess? Really?” and offered to run back to Seb’s place so he could change, Seb’s solution was to take the shirt off in the middle of their favorite coffee shop, turn it inside out, and put it back on

The time he wasn’t paying attention and threw on a shirt that Todd had left at his place, which was somewhat oversized on Seb, but was also one of the sexual innuendo shirts that Todd, “only wears ironically” (i.e., he totally thinks they’re funny, because Todd has the sense of humor of a twelve-year-old looking up cuss words in the dictionary and just learned what 69 means, but Todd is also a pretentious hipster fuck who can’t just admit that he thinks his stupid sexual innuendo t-shirts are funny, so he has to misuse the term, “irony” to justify wearing them)

Anyway, Seb went to his Friday night NA wearing this little number (a purple shirt with a cartoon bubble tea and a caption that says, “suck my balls”), and actually, he probably would’ve been okay just wearing that, but Pete took it as a sign that Seb and Todd were having sex again (which they weren’t, at least not right within ten days of that incident), and got exasperated and Dramatic™ about sex that his bestie hadn’t even been having


The time when he wasn’t paying attention and grabbed one of Pete’s shirts (which was: 1. just at Seb’s place, because Pete’s over often enough to justify having some spare clothes around, and Seb hadn’t sorted out the laundry yet; and 2. already small on Pete because he wanted it to be tighter-fitting), and Seb sort of just assumed that he’d screwed something up and shrunk the shirt, and maybe this would’ve gotten cleared up if Pete had been able to meet him for coffee before group

—but Pete couldn’t meet for coffee, so Seb showed up in a hot pink Female Trouble t-shirt that was almost a crop-top on him, and didn’t put everything together until Pete got there and went, “Oh, I wondered where I left that.”


And hey, on the second anniversary of his cousin Jeremy’s death, Seb is going to end up going to NA in a pair of scrub pants that belonged to one of Pete’s exes and got left in Pete’s car for over a year, a crop top that belongs to Pete (though, as far as shirt designs go, a black shirt that says, “too cute to be straight” isn’t really that bad), and a pair of sandals that Seb thought he lost but actually they were also in Pete’s car all this time

This is going to happen because Seb still won’t have that much control over his shifts because no one will have worked out what triggers them, exactly, or what La Bête’s deal is.

So, when he and Pete visit Jeremy’s grave, Seb’s emotional upset triggers a shift that he can’t stop, and Pete handles it really well, especially considering that it’s the first time he’s actually seeing Seb turn into a nine-foot-tall wolf-person

……But then, when Pete gets Seb to shift back, Seb is kind of naked. Kind of very naked. And they don’t have enough time to get him home before group, so they make do with whatever clothes Pete can find in his trunk while Seb curls up in the backseat so he can’t get arrested for indecent exposure while stone cold sober



9. 
If you pay attention, what Seb’s wearing on his arms can be a good way to guess how he’s probably doing, emotionally. See, Seb’s arms are kind of a mess:

His tattoos looked fine: on his right, the black outline of a rosary; on his left, the family’s heraldic wolf with its thyrsus staff. His scars, however, were another story. Most were thin and uniform, horizontal and so pale that they almost disappeared against his skin. Just below the wolf was a small circle, left behind by an ex-boyfriend’s lit cigarette. But each arm also had one vertical scar, longer and angrier than the rest. Gnarled like the bark of their Grandfather’s favorite ironwood tree, they cut over the smaller marks and bubbled underneath his ink in a bloodless, silvery shade of pink. Five years after giving them to himself, Seb couldn’t look at them without his insides going cold.

He’d really like to get to the point where he feels more or less secure enough to just wear short sleeves without letting other people’s reactions get to him too much…… but that’s probably a long way off for Seb, not least because he hasn’t actually been working on it that hard so much as wishing for it.

As it stands, Seb has a few usual standbys — long sleeves regardless of the weather; arm warmers (i.e., the long finger-less gloves with different kinds of rivets and lacing or other decor, all of which he got when he was a teenager and having a mall goth Hot Topic phase); different combinations of cuffs and bracelets (many of which are also left over from his Hot Topic phase); and, “nothing, but this should not be seen as a sign of him doing well, just yet”

Arm warmers are usually Seb’s default during the spring, summer, and early autumn, because they can draw attention but they’re also less of a pain than wearing long sleeves during a Baltimore summer. This makes them the hardest one to really get an accurate read on, because he wears them for so many different moods, but they all average out to, “He’s probably not doing great, but then, he’s almost never doing great; he’s about as okay as he ever manages”

Long sleeves tend to mean that Seb is feeling vulnerable and not-that-great, because they might attract attention sure, but it’s usually not as much as he gets while being nearly thirty and wearing his teenage Hot Topic mall goth arm warmers

Unfortunately for Seb, some of the people who love him still associate long sleeves with, “Sebastian is trying to hide something,” especially when he wears them in the middle of summer — which is how we get moments like Max catching his little brother by the wrist and anxiously tugging Seb’s sleeves back to check his arms

Which is just…… Max doesn’t mean for that to be hurtful or anything, but he’s worried about his brother (and not without reason, either) and he’s scared and he really doesn’t get that doing things like this isn’t helpful for myriad reasons, and in his experience, Seb most often wears long sleeves in summer when he’s been hurting himself and/or getting high

Bracelets and the like usually means that consciously, Seb isn’t sure if he wants to talk about something or not, but he probably does want to talk about it and will do so, if someone nudges him or gives him some indication that they’re willing to listen (because he kinda needs to be nudged and invited and otherwise reminded that he’s allowed and encouraged to talk about what he’s feeling with people, it doesn’t make him a burden)

And, at present, unless Seb is at home (either alone or with Pete, Margot, and/or Todd), short sleeves with bare forearms usually mean that Seb is really not in a good state of mind, because he’s probably feeling too tired or sick or hopeless to put on his arm warmers or care how people might react to his scars

10. Once someone gets saved as a favorite in Seb’s phone, they will almost definitely get a special ringtone. About the only exception to this is his sister-in-law, Linda, and that’s mostly because Seb is still scared of her, despite having known her since he was ~16, and thus, he doesn’t know her very well, and he feels like all his ideas just come down to, “I’m scared of you and that feels really mean.” But some of the other ringtones he’s given people are:

Pete: Natasha Richardson’s version of “Mein Herr” from Cabaret (because it’s Pete’s favorite version of his favorite song from his favorite musical)

Margot: “The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind” from The Great Mouse Detective

Todd: “Friday, I’m In Love” by The Cure (because one of the first things Seb and Todd bonded over was The Cure)

Nick: Judy Garland’s Carnegie Hall performance of “Somewhere Over The Rainbow”

Marceline, his Mom: Bernadette Peters’ version of “Everything’s Coming Up Roses”

Max: “I Don’t Want To Know” by Fleetwood Mac

Unbeknownst to Seb, his ringtone in Max’s phone is Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams,” which is another of the Stevie Nicks-penned numbers on their Rumours album, and yes, Max and Seb are aware that she wrote the songs about her romantic relationship with Lindsey Buckingham

But both of them suck at actually associating their songs of choice with romance at all, because they first and foremost associate Fleetwood Mac with Marceline

Adelaide: “Be Prepared” from The Lion King (he originally gave her, “This Corrosion” by The Sisters of Mercy, but Addie took exception to that)

Ambrose: “Magic Dance” by David Bowie, from Labyrinth — specifically, the, “you remind me of the babe!” “what babe?” “the babe with the power!” part, because Seb is a dweeb and has happy memories associating his middle brother with Labyrinth

He’s also a dweeb who still calls his middle brother, “Ambrosius,” which he started doing when they were kids and he was having a hardcore Labyrinth Thing

But Ambrose just calls him, “Sir Didymus” back, so it kinda balances out

Abe, his Dad: “The Flying Purple People Eater” (it’s probably better not to ask why this is one of their father-son things, because neither of them can explain it in any kind of succinct fashion that makes sense to anyone but them)

Abe also has a custom ringtone for Seb. He literally only learned how to get custom ringtones (read: asked Adelaide to please do it for him) so he could set Seb’s ringtone as, “Carry On, Wayward Son”

Seb is aware of this, but he really doesn’t know how he feels about it

Fr. Teddy: “Anthem” by Leonard Cohen

Stephen: currently has Aqua’s “Barbie Girl,” because he’s mentioned that it’s one of his favorite songs before, but after their eventual relationship upgrade, Seb’s going to change it to Whitney Houston’s, “I Wanna Dance With Somebody Who Loves Me,” which is higher up Stephen’s favorite song list and Seb feels like it’s more fitting for a boyfriend

……except that Pete knows the passcode into Seb’s phone and will amuse himself by periodically changing Stephen’s ringtone to The Divynyls’ “I Touch Myself” or George Michael’s “I Want Your Sex,” then moving Seb’s phone and pretending his is dead or charging so Seb has to ask Stephen to call it

This won’t always work out exactly how Pete wants, but he still tried, okay

Bonus fact (brought to you entirely by his headcanon casting and the, “I thought it was funny, so sue me” foundation): He doesn’t like sand. Or the beach. Especially not the beach. Like, sand is gross and it gets everywhere, and who the Hell decided to make, “sex on the beach” a romantic trope and what the fuck was wrong with them because it is actually terrible, there is sand in places where there ought not be sand, what is wrong with people — but the beach is even worse than the sand.


Seriously, when he and Julian were dating each other for the first time, they very nearly didn’t make it past the hurdle of, “Julian loves the beach and wants to drag Seb to the beach (and make Seb pretty please pay for it because his parents are “old as BALLS” money rich white people and Julian’s are middle-class white people from Minnesota), and ugh why do you want to stay home for spring break, who cares if Pete is in a play, he’ll forgive you for not going to opening night, I wanna go to the beach and you’re just trying to get out of going to the beach because you’re being difficult, you’re being obstinate, and you’re being difficult, and if we go to Pete’s play and don’t leave ‘til after his opening night, can we please please pleeeeease go to the beach”

Except that, rather than dealing with the fact that Julian was pushing him around (despite also being the one more open to compromise, for once), Seb just went, “No, my only objection is that I irrationally dislike the beach”


His aversion to going to the beach has only gotten worse since then, and only partially because he and Julian went to the beach for that spring break and Julian went, “Please, please, can we, please, please, please” about sex on the beach until Seb agreed to try it.

(They did not succeed in this effort, because Julian was confronted with the reality of having sex on the beach and went, “This is significantly less romantic and fun than I’ve been led to believe. ……Take me back to the hotel, I have sand in places where I don’t want for there to be sand :(” — but they still tried)


The other big part has to do with how much of a mess Seb’s arms are, and how many scars he has elsewhere, and how he wouldn’t even mind the fact that he burns super-easily (which he used to mind quite a bit), but he doesn’t want to deal with the questions that he can attract based on his scars, or with the way that people are super-unsubtle about trying not to look at his scars but still looking at them and giving him sad, pitying looks, or with wearing long sleeves and/or “leftover from when he had a Hot Topic mall goth phase” arm warmers at the beach and attracting attention because he’s doing that



—and in closing, this meme was hard because I felt torn between, “oh yeah, I have a lot of things to say about the little shit who started this whole series,” “oh, but do I talk about him too much already,” “oh, but what parts have I shared enough that I don’t need to anymore,” “oh, but which ones do I need to share for context,” “oh, but how much linking to things I’ve shared before can I get away with and not look conceited,” and the impulse to just go, “okay, you guys, look, I know he’s a mess, but he’s MY mess”

He’s kind of a disaster but he’s trying his best, okay

*: And here is the conversation in question, as evidence of how totally not subtle Stephen was being:

“Nothing, [Todd] didn’t… His and Pete’s friendship is founded on hating the same things and picking on each other.” Seb shook his head. “Pete doesn’t know what he’s talking about, though, okay?” he said. “I wasn’t with Todd last night. Or anybody. Except my dogs. I only had a, ‘baking ’til I felt tired, then spacing out to Catching All-Stars reruns until I finally nodded off’-style long night.”

“I know how that goes. Where it’s like…” Stephen smirked, and snickered. “Like, you’re trying to knock yourself out…” He failed to stifle a chuckle. “I mean, like…” He snorted, and ducked his head as he giggled. “Like, the kind of night when you need intellectual Novocaine instead of lullabies?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Seb laughed into his hand. “Being with somebody probably would’ve been better for me. Or worked sooner. I lost track of how long it took to get to sleep.”

“Yeah, well, if you wanted to have somebody, then I bet I could…” He was definitely leaning in, now. He bit his lip, glancing around like he felt guilty about something. “If you wanted, I could get you in bed by, I don’t know, eleven-thirty? Or like, whenever you want?”

“What, is that, like… an invitation?”

A glimmer sparked up behind Stephen’s eyes. His smile twinkled. Seb was the one leaning in, now, and Stephen’s mouth was right there, and—

“Well, I guess I’m inviting myself to get my own goddamn beverage, since you two are busy flirting.” Pete glowered and, elbowing between them, he said, “Stephen, you’re adorable, but if you’re gonna distract my Princess, then can you please just kiss him already.”

So, yeah. Like…… yes, Stephen botched the delivery because he isn’t that great at actually telling jokes, but he’s not being subtle about flirting with Seb right now and it’s completely fair for Pete to be exasperated as fuck with his Princess when Seb tries to go, “I bet Stephen’s just being nice, because he’s a nice person, not like he’s actually interested in me”