#Look who's coming back to NL !!

[bunnyb34r]

So we all walk into work and BratBoy is there and he calls all the floor people for a meeting

Well apparently like everything else NewLady didnt think that applied to HER and didnt show up

Anyway he was just giving out our tasks for the day which the team leads usually do individually when we go get our equipment but whatever dude

So he's like okay Mar you're gonna help [relative coworker] count the pallets in the steel which okay fine cool whatever

And NetflixCoworker you're gonna work grocery (of fucking course)

So the three of us go "well is NewLady here?"

Yes.

"Then what's HER job?"

Well uh we're gonna have her count the merchandise under the tables :)

And all three of us went "SHE CANT" which made him confused and we were bitching ab how all she does is refold ONE TABLE a day and just does not think she has to work anywhere else but womens and only counts the boxes there ect

And I was like "and no one touches childrens so I do that but when I get the WHOLE section done. I get more done in 4 hours than she does in 8. And womens has maybe 6 items on each table, right? I. Have. Thirty. But yet she's allowed to get away with doing ONE TABLE all day? And not helping out?"

And he was like 😧 "that's the most you've said to me in the year that I've been here" agdhhdhd like well yeah I dont like you that's why

Anyway he was like okay okay well ill talk to her and we were like BUT SHE DOESNT LISTEN THATS THE PROBLEM!

And this fucker went "why are you all yelling at me? 😥"

To which one of the few people who were still around the tables went "oh trust me that's not NetflixCoworker yelling. You'd KNOW if she was yelling"

And [RC] was like "I'm not yelling I'm telling you why we're mad" and I said "trust me this isnt me yelling." To which RC was like yeah no trust me that's not her yelling sgdggdgdgd like shes pissed but shes not PISSED bc when I get really mad I get really loud

Anyways guess how long it took NewLady to start counting? 90 minutes. We had BratBoy talk to her, NetflixCoworker yelled at her, had BratBoy tell her AGAIN, and passive aggressively bitched ab her and FINALLY this bitch starts

Like you can recover when we open motherfucker we cannot COUNT like this when we are open let's GO

[falling-mellow]

Oh sh🦢t TIX is coming back to The Netherlands at Eurovision in Concert in Amsterdam WHY AM I SO LATE TO THIS-

Anyways ahh unfortunately I am unable to go 😭😭

But I am very happy to hear he is coming back here again!!

For the peeps who are going, please take pics, maybe clips pls I beg u 🙏🥺🥺

[vivwritesfics]

Cowgirl Shit

Danny Ric and his girlfriend go on a cowboy themed holiday

smau

y/nl/n

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y/nl/n paradise ☀

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danielricciardo save a horse

maxverstappen1 gross

y/nl/n hush son

danielricciardo someone needs his nap

landonorris can I come next time?

username1 ugh I love them

username2 i love how y/n and daniel have just adopted max

username3 yeah he and max were best friend until y/n came along and declared him their son

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daniel3.jpg she's happy she got to meet a horse

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y/nl/n Bentley my love 🥺

lando.jpg looks tasty

daniel3.jpg y/n or the horse? 🤔🤔

lando.jpg the horse, obviously

y/nl/n no nice lando.jpg

username4 she's so pretty

daniel3.jpg she is, isn't she?

username5 this account is just a y/n fan account at this point

daniel3.jpg not guilty

y/nl/n

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y/nl/n the kids came for a visit

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landonorris you're actually horrible to us

y/nl/n max is my favourite

maxverstappen1 thanks mom

y/nl/n you're welcome son

charles_leclerc i'm going to steal your boyfriend

y/nl/n you can have him 😔

danielricciardo they ate all our snacks

y/nl/n they're growing boys

username5 i want to go on holiday with y/n and daniel

username6 tryina decide who i'm more jealous of rn

username7 username6 defo daniel

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danielricciardo she thinks we should get one

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y/nl/n we SHOULD

maxverstappen1 am i being replaced by a horse

danielricciardo we'll love you both equally

y/nl/n (no we wont)

username8 the main account is also and y/n spam account now

username9 😍😍😍

username10 they're in their cowboy era

y/nl/n

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y/nl/n save a horse

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danielricciardo 👀👀👀

username11 RIDE A COWBOY

username12 ride a cowboy!!

username13 Ride a cowboy

username14 RIDE A COWBOY

landonorris ride a...

y/nl/n get your mind out of the gutter

y/nl/n

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y/nl/n never wanna leave

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danielricciardo we need to get back to the kids

maxverstappen1 miss you mom

y/nl/n miss you too son

username15 if they get a horse they legally need to call it max

y/nl/n username15 🤫🤫😉

maxverstappen1 nO

I have two essays due next week and i did this instead. I desperately need to study, but i also desperately need a daniel ricciardo

[ynbabe]

Come Through ୨୧ George Russell x Rockstar! Reader

Is rockstar the right word? idk I just know bro is crazy bts, the white boy with Excel persona is fooling NO ONE Georgie boy. Also, Reader has vibes of the Weekend song, hence the fic name.

Lando thinks it's all a joke. He hadn't been crying, screaming and manifesting for the past three years only for his celebrity crush to be dating someone else, another driver that too.

"WHO-" He yells as he storms into Max's room, where most of the drivers had collected, they hadn't decided but they all just gravitated towards the blonde with sweet blue eyes who listened to the vent and gave the best hugs, "AFTER ALL WE WENT THROUGH- WHO IS DATING Y/N L/N?"

All eyes were on him, Max lying on his bed, Charles, Carlos and Daniel with him. Lance, Esteban and Pierre were on the sofa, playing FIFA on Max's PS5, George and Alex were sharing the smaller two-seater, Zhou and Yuki were passing a tennis ball to each other and Logan and Oscar were sleeping, cuddling close on the floor surrounded by pillows, but were now woken up by Landos yelling.

"Lando stop screaming," Charles yelled back.

"No," he simply replied and made his way to the bed where he jumped on top of Carlos and Daniel, the older of whom groaned and grumbled something about his back, but Lando didn't care, he pushed his phone in Max's face, blurring his face in Carlos's neck.

xoxof1

xoxof1 Y/n l/n an infamous British rockstar most famous for her multiple dating scandals and most recently an arrest is rumoured to date a F1 driver.

username MOTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😭😭😭

username girl... knowing her it's like Lewis or someone

username fr like hasn't she 'dated' a dozen older guys not to mention her record with women username girl why are you hating like a man, she's iconic and we all know it

username just lost my wife to a vroom-vroom man no one talk to me

Max began laughing, looking up from the post to the distraught Lando currently getting his hair played with by Carlos.

"Mate, I don't think you're her type," he threw the phone back to the whining boy.

"Yeah? And how would you know? I look exactly like Edward!" He pointed to the bassist of the band you were a part of.

"Kelly loves her music..." he muttered, looking away much to the younger man's amusement.

"HAH!" He shrieked, "SHE'S NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE!!" He laughed to which Carlos pushed his head down, eliciting an 'oomph'.

"I've been told many times," Max muttered to himself and turned to Lando to hear the rest of his rant, though loud and fast, the boy was the best source of entertainment they had.

"Max, look at her band, she's so coooool," he groaned, passing the phone to him again.

Cupidd

Cupidd THANK YOU LA!! We'll be back with 'young, numb and brunette' after this short break!!

y/nl/n My old man said I had to be in Shangai this weekend 🫡 but trust- I will be back to piss y'all off with Eddie asap

edwrdnotcllen MY WIFE HAS LEFT ME FOR A TWINK HELP y/nl/n shut up Eddie your the twinkiest twink I know username I love that they have had multiple partners in the past yet still always call each other husband and wife username I pity her boyfriend 😭 imagine having to compete with a man who looks like Edward

username SHES GOING TO A RACE????

username nooooo pls my parents

username girl they have never dated, both y/n and Edward have had multiple partners and relationships with men and women in the past. Leave them alone, they're adults username FOUND Y/N'S BFS ALT GUYS!!!

"She's coming to China?" Max asked no one in particular but Lando took it as an invitation to freak out.

"Bro please, please, please let me win this one, I'll owe you forever, bro please," Lando tried his puppy eyes on Max but Max jumped out of bed calling his girlfriend, walking out the room trying his best to convince the older woman to not attend the race.

"I have so much work to do," Lando gasped and followed Max out the room.

The race was one to remember, with Max winning but George a close second and Lando barely a tenth away on the third.

He hadn't been able to find the girl anywhere but at least he got points for the team. He went to the McLaren team party and forgot about the other celebration taking place.

xoxof1

xoxof1 The unexpected couple have been revealed in a series of leaked pictures of the private f1 party after the driver George Russell had a podium finish for his Shangai race.

username Mr.Russell I was unaware of your rizz, forgive me sir.

username WHITE MAN DOES IT IN ONE DAY 😭😭😭

landonorris When i catch you george when I catch you

username LANDO??? username he's one of ussssss username bbg you get me 😮‍💨 in ways no man ever has

George woke up with the worst headache he ever had in his life, he was sure he'd never get over this hangover but then he saw y/n next to him, hair tussled wearing the white shirt he was wearing last night.

"Y/n, darling, wake up," he pressed a kiss on her shoulder.

"mmhm," the woman groaned, turning to the blonde next to her and kissing him, the taste of vodka still fresh in her mouth.

She melted into his touch as he deepened the kiss, " Mornin' G," she whispered to him, voice hoarse from the night before.

He smiled in return, placing one last kiss on the corner of her lips. She searched around for her phone, finding it fallen amongst their haphazardly discarded clothes and opened Instagram to thousands of notifications.

She was used to it by now, it was quite fun.

y/nl/n

y/nl/n If I speak... @/georgerussell

edwrdnotcllen @/yn/ln you are so welcome for not squealing as soon as I knew

y/nl/n girl you asked me if you could kiss him after??? edwrdnotcllen And I still am?? username WHAT-

username I just know Lando is fuming rn

username y'all need a third? a dog? a maid?

username it should be me instead of him!!!

username god I see what you've done for others 😭

"Darling, did you post-" George had just begun but his room was rudely broken into, running in he saw a hyper papaya-coloured blur followed by a very hungover Max Verstappen.

Lando gasped looking at the woman next to George, screeching at an inhuman pitch, "HOW'D THIS PIECE OF VANILLA FRAPPUCCINO WOO HER??!?!?" He pointed at Y/n, making the woman laugh.

George offended, scoffed at the boy, "Well if you must know, I met her at Nando's party-" he was cut off once again, this time by the Dutch man.

"That makes sense actually," he said and immediately grabbed Lando by the collar and dragged him out, "Sorry guys!" he yelled after himself.

"I like your friends," Y/n said smirking making the taller man blush and push the woman slightly, before collapsing back into bed, making a silent promise of never trying to out-drink the woman again.

[kamotecue]

you make me crazier ꕥ a. russo

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: when the arsenal team gets invited to attend an international artist’s show, little did they know—one of their recent signings is secretly dating them. pop star!reader

you hummed playing with the strings of your guitar, a habit you always had ever since you were a child. currently, sound check was going on and you were waiting for the lucky ones, the arsenal women’s team—you’re a fan of football.

you noticed your manager who was monitoring you with a few of your tour staff. a small chuckle escaped your lips when you saw the way your manager looked at her watch frantically.

“it seems like the arsenal women’s team has arrived.” jenny said, as you hummed—giving her a small nod. as she scurried to greet them.

you strummed the strings of the guitar playing one of your favorite songs, crazier by taylor swift. not knowing that the team had entered already, nor how your favorite person watched with a small smile on her face.

“you lift my feet off the ground, you spin me around.” you sang as you thought about the time where you agreed to be alessia’s girlfriend. the wide smile she had, it was something you had fallen for.

“would you be mine, y/n?” alessia asked, as you gave her a shy soft smile. you gave her a nod, as she lifted you up from the ground—gently spinning you around in happiness.

“you make me crazier, crazier. feels like i’m falling and i—i’m lost in your eyes.” you opened your eyes, as you noticed the team watching you with a smile, some looked starstrucked, and some admired the way you sang. but one—was totally in love with you, and they didn’t know that.

“you make me crazier, crazier—crazier.” you stood up before giving them a small bow, as they had clapped when the song had ended. jenny giving you a knowing look, as she knew about the private relationship.

of course, she knew—your childhood bestfriend turned manager. a chaotic bunch the two of you were.

“did you guys like it?” you asked, giving a small hum. as leah, the team’s co-captain gave you a nod. alessia watched as you came closer, greeting the team.

the sound check was exactly how you wanted it to be, the team enjoyed it. but it’s not over yet, is it? there’s still the actual concert, the team had the closest view to you—as they had the front row.

the set list was simple, you were playing the second album you released—it truly was a hit. you watched as the crowd cheered the loudest, but you kept your eyes on a certain blonde.

it was the way her eyes shined when she watched you sang. the way she’d look at you with pure adoration, and would get a bit teary eyed as she acknowledges what you accomplished and is proud to have you as her lover.

when the last song ended, you stood up—the tour staff quickly entering the stage to grab your guitar, and other things.

“that was a great show, london. i’m glad to have come out here for my tour, and i really can’t wait to come back.” you said, as the crowd cheered. you blew a kiss, as you entered the backstage—knowing that the arsenal team already had passes.

henry, your bodyguard let the team pass as they waited outside of your dressing room. chatter was heard, as the door swung open—revealing you in a simple white long sleeved polo shirt, black pleated wide leg dressy trousers, white trainers and plaid pattern argyle print pocket v-sweater.

“hi, i’m y/n.” you softly said, as the team chuckled at your awkwardness—even jenny gave you a pointed look, snickering at you.

you chatted with the whole team, not minding how you held onto alessia’s pinky—it was covered by a jacket she had placed over her leg.

a simple post is what broke the internet, it also had the arsenal group chat blowing up.

┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧ ┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧

pretend you’re the one alessia is hugging. an iconic photo this is.

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y/nl/n23: as a queen once said, you are the best thing that’s ever been mine. @alessiarusso99

⤷ alessiarusso99: likewise, love. you’re the best thing that’s ever been mine as well.

leahwilliamsonn: can’t believe you didn’t tell us, less.

⤷ alessiarusso99: sorry, cap. at least you know now

name1: no way, an arsenal and y/n l/n crossover.

name2: breaking the internet like it’s preath.

[deareststurns]

'REGRET' - MATTHEW STURNIOLO

☆ pairing. Matthew Sturniolo × NLS! Reader (nate's little sister)

☆ summary. In which Matt took his best friends sisters virginity and can't seem to shake the guilt.

☆ requested. Nope wrote this while mad

☆ warnings. Angst, arguing, no happy ending, matt’s a asshole sorry, crying, no established relationship.

☆word count. 629

☆ A/N. THIS IS A REPUBLISH

Part 2 HERE

It was dark and completely silent.

The only sounds that could be heard were breathing and the sound of the car on the road heading to the park against the wet street from the thunderstorm.

Neither of you has said a word and the vibe in the car isn't normal. It makes you want to squirm in your seat and the unfamiliar feeling.

You don't know what’s going on, one minute you are in your room chilling the next you're sitting in Matt Sturniolo’s car.

Many people would kill to be in the same car as the person they've loved for who knows how long. And so would you, but at this very moment you’d do anything to get out of it.

One moment he's fucking you dumb on his cock and treating you so good after he took your virginity, and now a couple of days later he's acting differently towards you.

Does he hate you?

Were you not good?

What if you scared him off?

Your mind races with thoughts, and a specific one you don't even want to think of….what if he regrets taking your virginity?

Unfortunately, you were right, and that's how you ended up parked at the local park and having that exact conversation with Matt.

“Nls, we never should've done what we did.” The first words that left his mouth since you got into the car.

You can't lie it stings.

Matt. The one man you trusted to take your virginity. Matt. The man you've been in love with since your brother Nate first introduced you to him.

“What do you mean?” you ask, a shakiness to your voice trying so hard to not let it be known that you're upset. By the end of the conversation, you know tears are going to be spilled.

“Nls please, you know what I mean, please don't make me say it,” he says also seeming in the same conditions as you.

“Say it, Matthew.” Not fully wanting to believe what's happening. It is almost as though you need reassurance.

“I've been feeling guilty about fucking you. It never should've happened, I mean you're my best friend's little sister. It's almost as though it feels like a betrayal on my part.” he rambles, not a breath the whole time.

“So what you regret the thing we shared…something I’ll NEVER forget, something I trusted YOU with?” Tears now streaming looking him straight at him, fingers now coming to point at him, and voice cracks coming out the angrier you get.

“I’m sorry, but we never should’ve done anything that we did. I regret it more and more every time I think about it.” He says voice starting to get angrier and get a raspy tone.

“So you do think about it?” you ask.

“Of course I do how couldn’t i? I took your innocence for fuck sake.” He says.

“Because I trusted you to Matt, I only wanted you to because I'm in love with you and I always have been. I was so happy when you agreed because I got what I wanted Matt. You.” Tears staining your face and your voice sounded raspy and odd from the weeping.

“Get out,” he says not even taking his eyes off of yours. No thoughts behind the back of his mind.

“W-what?” you ask not thinking you heard him correctly.

“Fucking get out of my car Nls.” Clenched jaw and anger lacing his tone.

You get out sobs coming out of your mouth as you step into the rain and watch him drive off.

All you wanted was him.

[luvymelody]

NAME : katsuki bakugou + shoto todoroki , boku no hero academia

SONG : moment , vierre cloud

SUMMARY : todoroki and bakugou find out they like the same person. thus, turning into a rivalry. wc : 1.6k

[part 1] [you're here] [part 3]

(guys i just realised they r in dorms. IGNORE TGE NO DORMS IN THIS AND THE FIRST PART)

(not the exact vibe i wanted for y/n but like.. whatevas)

(tried to make it as quick as possible 4 u guys 😭 sorry if it's bad)

“would you like me to walk you home, y/n?”

“okay!”

it had been a few months ever since y/n transferred to ua. bakugou’s hatred for todoroki was fueled even more now as he listened to todoroki’s and y/n’s conversation, his eye twitching.

“do you wanna get tanghulu nearby?”

y/n asked, holding her bag on her shoulder as she stood up.

“can we also get-“

“i’ll walk you home, y/n.”

todoroki and y/n turned to bakugou who was treading towards them.

“you have cleaning duty, icy hot. remember?”

todoroki turned his head towards the board, seeing his and midoriya’s name under ‘cleaning the classroom today!’.

todoroki pursued his lips, turning back to the two.

“sorry y/n..”

“it’s okay! we can go tomorrow.”

y/n smiled brightly, gripping onto her bag strap as todoroki smiled as her expression. bakugou groaned, grabbing onto y/n’s forearm.

“let’s go angel!”

“hey katsuki- bye shoto!”

“bye y/n.”

todoroki smiled as he waved to the waving girl. y/n whipped her hand side to side until bakugou pulled her out of todoroki’s view.

“so rude, katsuki!”

the winged girl teased, bumping into bakugou’s side slightly as she smiled and he grunted.

“don’t care.”

-

y/n stopped, turning to bakugou.

"well, bye then, katsuki."

they finally made it to y/n's house. y/n was rambling about the homework that she hadn't started at all, bakugou nodded to every word she said, pitching in comments about the work and how stupid she was.

"bye angel."

bakugou said, nodding his head at her as his hands were shoved into his pockets, he took extremely slow steps, watching y/n get her keys out her bag and opening her door, not leaving until he saw her go through her front door, and close it.

bakugou stretched his arms, turning and walking back towards the train station. it's not like bakugou's ever gonna tell anyone that his house is nearly 40 minutes away from y/n's house, she would tell him to not walk her home then.

-

y/n sat on her desk, softly drumming her fingers on the desk while she studied, reading the sheets that ectoplasm handed out in class. then, she heard a buzzing sound, her silenced phone as she stood up, picking it up and seeing the caller id, 'shoto!!'.

"hi shoto!"

"hi y/n, i just wanted to know if you got home safe with.. bakugou.."

"ah! yeah, i'm okay. did you get home safe?"

"mhm, also, i'm coming over."

"what?"

y/n blinked, hearing keys on todoroki's end of the phone.

"wait what are you doing"

"i'm bringing tanghulu. and boba."

y/n felt her heart squeeze, grasping her chest in awe.

"awww, you're so sweet, shoto!"

-

bakugou scrolled through insta, bored out of his mind as he was laying on his bed, one hand behind his head and the other on his phone.

a second later, he got a notification, 'y/nl/n has posted!'. bakugou pressed on the notification, finding a series of photos of y/n and todoroki, eating tanghulu together.

y/n posted a lot of things, her friends, family, places she went to. bakugou told her a lot that she shouldn't be posting everything but y/n just said that 'no one else will see the beauty of life though!'.

bakugou rolled his eyes at the sight of todoroki looking at y/n with a lovestruck expression, holding a hand over todoroki to cover just him and just admiring y/n.

it was a little hard to though, while y/n was in the photo, todoroki’s arm was wrapped around her waist, her arm around his neck as she winked at the camera, holding a stick of tanghulu near her mouth in pose.

-

“this is super sweet shoto!”

y/n munched on the tanghulu, sitting criss-cross on her couch with todoroki sitting right next to her, who was drinking boba.

“is it? i asked the vendor to make it extra nice, just for you.”

y/n smiled brightly as she chewed, a hint of red covering her face but todoroki wouldn’t know. y/n’s eyes lit up, as her hand darted for her phone, opening it up.

“let’s take some photos, i wanna post on insta.”

“okay.”

todoroki smiled at the girl, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. y/n leaned into todoroki, as he held a hand on her hip to steady her from falling. he put up a peace sign, as y/n had told him that in photos, he should put up a peace sign to make it less awkward.

y/n wrapped her arm around his neck, giggling a bit.

“don’t be shy!”

she exclaimed, squishing her face against todoroki’s as his left side started to feel warm, a little hot actually.

“smile!”

todoroki let out a small smile, which made y/n happy as she took the photo.

-

"angel."

"hi katsu-"

bakugou dropped a small box on her desk, standing next to her.

"what's this?"

y/n questioned, turning towards bakugou with her head.

"open it and you'll see."

bakugou grunted, his hands in his pockets as he looked out the classroom window. y/n looked down at the box and bakugou's eyes quickly went down towards y/n when she wasn't looking.

the girl opened the box, seeing her favourite limited edition chocolate. she gasped aloud, holding her hands over her mouth in shock.

"no you didn't, katsuki!"

"oh yes i did."

bakugou smugly smiled, while y/n's smile became wider and wider as she shot up from her desk, wrapping her arms around bakugou's neck as bakugou slipped one hand on her lower back to keep her stable while she was on her tippy toes.

"thank you katsuki!"

"you're welcome, angel."

bakugou said, his eyes trailing towards todoroki who sat in his desk in the back of the classroom. as he suspected, todoroki was staring right at them with a piercing glare.

y/n heard a pencil snap behind her, her arms slipping from her grasp around bakugou's neck.

"what was that?"

"dunno angel"

-

"okay, everyone pair up with whoever you want to!"

midnight said, handing out papers to the people in the first row to hand to the people behind them. as y/n turned to give the papers to the person behind her- which was bakugou, he grabbed the paper, looking into her eyes,

"you're working with me."

"wha-?"

bakugou turned before she could give him an answer and she just shrugged turning around. chairs scrapping the floor as people hurried to the person they wanted to pair up with. y/n sat in her chair still, grabbing a pen out of her bag.

when she straightened up, she found todoroki and bakugou infront of her.

"tell icyhot you're with me."

"tell bakugou that you have a choice."

"who said she didn't have a choice!?"

"literally you, just now."

they stared daggers at each other, then turned their head towards y/n.

"who do you want to be with?"

"hey! don't copy me!"

"i'm not copying you, bakugou."

todoroki and bakugou continued arguing, getting into each other's faces as denki put his hand up for midnight.

"miss! can we have two teams of three? i'm gonna be with kirishima and sero!"

"alright, fine with me!"

midnight said with a thumbs ups, and todoroki turned towards the two.

"great, we can all be together."

todoroki had a pretty, sarcastic smile on his face. annoyance ticking away at him as his eye twitched slightly. bakugou flexed his jaw in anger, gritting his teeth and y/n covered her face, looking out the window as she noticed that the class was staring at the three of them.

-

"your answer is wrong, bakugou."

"what?!"

bakugou clutched his paper in his hand as todoroki and y/n sat together, working together as bakugou was too stubborn to work with them, working on the questions by himself.

"i said, it's wrong."

"fuck you mean it's wrong!?"

"i mean it's wrong."

y/n sweated under bakugou's and todoroki's gaze, stressed from the both of them arguing.

"can you guys not argue for two seconds?"

"if icyhot wasn't so shit at explaining, maybe we wouldn't be arguing right now."

"if bakugou wasn't so bad at listening to people once in a lifetime-"

"what did you say?!"

bakugou banged his hands on the table as he stood up, distracting the class and making them look towards them.

"you three, outside!"

-

todoroki, y/n and bakugou stood outside of the class in a line, bakugou's head was high as his head rested on the wall, todoroki was straight, zoning out and looking out of the window, while y/n was standing between them, blankly blinking.

"okay, can we.. like address something?"

y/n questioned, her eyes looking at the two boys as they looked at her.

"what is it, y/n?"

"are you guys, like in love with each other or something?"

y/n asked, looking at bakugou as bakugou's eyes looked up at todoroki, todoroki's expression becoming a face of horror.

silence was filled between the trio, them bakugou started laughing aloud, pointing at todoroki while todoroki was blinking, a gagging feeling of vomit starting to lace his throat.

"me?! like that half-and-half bastard!? in his dreams!”

“i wouldn’t want you to like me in my worst nightmares either.”

bakugou didn’t hear him, doubling over and holding his stomach in laughter. todoroki looked at y/n seriously, holding y/n’s shoulders tightly,

“y/n, i don’t like bakugou. i like you.”

“say what”

y/n’s eyes widened, bakugou’s laughter stopped, a stomping sound appearing as y/n’s shoulder was grabbed, bakugou’s hands pulling her back and into his chest.

“i like you more than him, angel.”

“no i do, y/n.”

y/n’s head started to spiral as todoroki got closer to them, his footsteps echoing through the hallway as y/n was then squished between bakugou and todoroki.

bakugou had one hand on the side of her waist and one hand on her shoulder. todoroki held both of her hands tightly with one hand and the other on the back of her neck.

“i like her better than you.”

“who said, icyhot?”

“i did.”

“go and die.”

“no you.”

“the fuck?!”

y/n blushed between the two guys, wanting to run and cover her face.

“g-guys, can we talk this out-“

“y/n, i only put up with bakugou for you.”

“when the fuck? i put up with you for her!”

the two boys glared at each other, their hold on y/n tightening just a bit.

“go away, you’re bothering her.”

bakugou said, tugging her towards him.

“no, you’re bothering us.”

todoroki argued, tugging her back towards himself.

“guys i’m not an object..”

the two boys quickly let go out her to make her happy, but were still death staring each other like there was no tomorrow.

‘what the hell man..’

y/n cried in her head, imaginary tears falling down her face.

[miloformula123fan]

SMAU where lando or oscar (or both) meet a girl bc they agreed to be interviewed by her on her podcast. everyone thinks there’s chemistry but nothing comes from it. she gets more involved in the races but everybody just assumed it’s for her job. she soft launches for like years after that podcast episode but never reveals that it’s the driver. finally after like 2 years they hard launch and everyone loses their shit

i'm so sorry this took me so long

but i have finally written it

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas, and it keeps me motivated - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

lando norris x reader, oscar piastri x reader

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y/nl/n - podcast episode coming out tomorrow, got the papaya boys on, talking about 2023 and their hopes for next year

Oscarpiastri - was lovely to chat 🙂

Landonorris - lovely as always y/n

User1 - oh this is gonna be good

User2 - anyone coming back to this post and wondering if y/n is dating lando

>user3 - nah she’s 100% dating oscar

y/nl/n - my mom approves

User4 - i’M SORRY WHO’S SHOES ARE THOSE?

USER5 - THOSE SHOES ARE TOO BIG TO BY @y/nbff

>Y/nbff - I HAVEN’T SEEN HER IN WEEKS

y/nl/n - he makes me dinner

y/nbff - can at least confirm that he makes a good dinner

>user6 - but who is he???

User7 - the real question is who won the uno?

Oscarpiastri - love it at silverstone

User8 - who is that?

User9 - who is the girl?

>user10 - scrap whoever the girl is, who is the boy

Landonorris - love them

User11 - okay what is it with everyone soft launching right now

User12 - first y/n, then oscar and now lando

User13 - love how he used gender neutral terms for his partner

y/nl/n - reveal coming soon

User14  - SOON? HOW SOON?

User15 - okay call me delusional but that looks like 2 different hands

>user17 - ur delusional

User16 - i love her

y/nl/n, landonorris & oscarpiastri 3 is always better than 2

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[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Unwanted

Pairing- Tsu'tey x dreamwalker!reader

Summary- Tsu'tey has fallen in love with someone the one species he hates with all his heart.

A/N- also thank you @eywas-heir for helping me come up with who to write this for 🤭

After you and your colleague Jake Sully had to run from a thantor and survive through the night in Pandora, you were saved by a woman and a man. The woman was a beauty, blue skin illuminating in the moonlight, braids. And the man was just as gorgeous, little white freckles on his face and body, even with the deep scowl on his face you cheeks lit up a little when his eyes turned to yours.

"You two are like babys, always stepping on things don't know what to do." The woman hissed, "Come on we have to take them to Mo'at see what we must do, if the great mother has mercy she may kill them." The man said and your ears perked, killed. "Eywa has chosen them we can't kill them." She said. "Yeah I'll just wait for Grace and the tea-" You say walking backwards from the other three. "No sky-demon you will come." The man hisses at you gripping your arm.

And with that Mo'at, the Tsahik inspected you and said that you will learn the ways of Omaticaya. "You Neytiri will teach this JakeSully." She says hushing her daughter up before she could complain. "And you," she pointed at the man who brought you here "will teach this Y/NL/N." The older woman said and Tsu'tey only scoffed.

Then they made you put the traditional clothes on, both you and Jake pulled in the clothing getting popped by Tsu'tey and Neytiri. You ate with the two and you saw Jake trying to spark conversation with his teacher you thought you should do the same.

"So what your name." You say picking at the fruit peel you had in your hand. He stuck a little bit of food in his mouth, "Tsu'tey." He said. "Tsu'tey." You mummer memorizing it, "Cool." You say picking up fruit. "Whatever demon." He said making you furrow your brows, "Asshole." You think.

It was a few weeks, when you weren't in your avatar you were with Jake and Norm learning the Na'vi language and traditions barely having time to sleep. And when you were in your avatar it wasn't easy, Tsu'tey made sure of it. Anytime you messed up a menacing chuckle would erupt from him, or he would say "You should leave." "You'll never be one of us demon." And honestly you tried to ignore it, you really did. But you got tired of it.

You picked up a arrow putting it on the bow and try to hit the target missing it by millimeters. "You are terrible just give it up." He laughs and you grunt at his words picking another one up. "Yeah I'm sure you weren't Robin Hood when you started." You scoff focusing on the target again. "I do not know what this stupid sky demon you talk off." He says before walking off.

You didn't know it but Tsu'tey was going insane. Everytime he looked at you his heart felt like it was going to explode of his chest. When you smiled at someone or when a male Na'vi would flirt with you he got this unsettling feeling his his stomach. He didn't get it, he hated you he thought but your dazzling eyes, soft body, caring words he couldn't help it but love you, and he hated himself and you for it.

He only had one idea and that was to go to the Tree of Souls and may Eywa have mercy on him.

He says down in front of the tree connecting his queue to the tree, smiling as he hears the voices of his ancestors. He took a deep breath, "Great mother why do I feel these things for this sky woman." He says quietly. "Have I done something to upset you." He says, he took one last breath before disconnecting from the tree and begins walking back to Hometree.

And then he saw you with another male, he felt that unsettling feeling again. Then he saw he was giving you a flower, what! He stomped over, his nose was moving at the overflowing emotions in him. "Go." He said to the male.

Tsu'tey was an intimidating man you can give him that, so the male quickly gave you the flower and ran off. "Thank you." You yell to the running male. Tsu'tey turned to you, Eywa you were gorgeous why did you have to be so beautiful. He grips your arm and drags you somewhere secluded despite your protest.

"What the hell was that!" You say when you finally stopped in the middle of the forest. "Why were you talking to him?" He asked making you confused. "He was asking me about going to the tree of souls tonight I do not know wh-" getting cut off before you could finish your sentence. "The Tree of Souls oh that skwang, he was trying to mate with you." Tsu'tey said jaw clenching at the thought.

"Why do you care?" You say getting angry at his angered state that he has no right to. "Because-" he began to speak but he was going to slow for your patience. "You have no right to be angry first I try to be nice and you are mean for no reason and now you are getting mad because a man asked me to go somewhere." You say face flushed in anger. "So why do you care?" You ask once again this time letting him speak. His hand ran over his face and he scrunched his face in anger.

"Because!" He yelled making you jump.

"Because, you are the bane of my existence," he said. "And the objects of all my desires." He said in a low voice eyes never leaving yours. You looked at him and stepped closer and then he stepped closer, your hands and body's inches apart. Lips closer and closer.

"We should not do this." He whispered breath hitting your lips. "No we shouldn't." You say eyes hypnotized by his lips. "I am to be the next Olo'eyktan and you are of the sky it is wrong." He said body begging to be on yours. "It is wrong." You say. "I don't care." He said hands wrapping around your face and captured your lips with his.

A firework lit inside of you holding onto his muscular arms as your head and lips moved along with him. It was a prolonged kiss neither of you wanting to pull away but needing to.

Finally both of you pulled from the kiss still holding each other and you smiled at him. "You are a very stupid man Tsu'tey." You laugh patting his chest and he smiles and tilts his head up, "Is that so?" He laughs and grabs your chin in between his fingers you shake your head, "Yes." You whisper. His smile grows as his lips connect once more with yours.

[nevesmose]

Nostraman Nature Sucks: An Attempted Lore Post

Ave dominus nox Night Lords fans. I thought I'd take some time to go through the various NL stories I have to hand and see what I could find out about the animals that lived on Nostramo. Might come in useful for something, who knows?

Sharks and Whales

As a child, on several coastal journeys with his father, he had witnessed the eyeless barrasal sharks that would group together to hunt the great whales of the open ocean. (Night Lords Trilogy)

His voice filters into something savage and predatory, as hungry as the eyeless white sharks of Nostramo’s blackest depths. (The Long Night)

Not a big surprise since they talk about them fairly often and have the Space Sharks as a successor chapter but Nostramo does have sharks. Pretty gnarly-sounding sharks if I'm honest.

I didn't know what "barrasal" meant, so I looked it up and only found one thread on r/40klore that had the same quote in it as above. Hmm.

Assuming it's not a typo or a more straightforward reference to something I'm just not getting, I'd venture a guess that barrasal, understood here to mean of or relating to "barras" like with "abyssal" could be connected to the French Revolutionary leader Paul Barras who is mostly remembered for supporting Napoleon's rise to power before being overthrown by him.

So maybe the older barrasal sharks will make use of younger ones as temporary hunting partners only to be inevitably betrayed and consumed by them. Sounds about right I think.

As for the whales, where do I even begin? I would imagine they're "whales" in name only like in Dishonored:

This does imply the possible existence of a whaling industry at some stage in Nostramo's history, though.

Crows

Jago reached into his pockets, offering a handful of breadcrumbs. Come, he said to the crows. Food for tonight. Flesh, flesh, flesh, they called back. He laughed as several of the black birds landed on his shoulders and outstretched arm. (Prince Of Crows)

‘Yes. I’ve seen them in books. Is a crow a type of bird?’ ‘Black of feather and dark of eye. It feeds on the bodies of the dead, and sings in a raw, croaking caw.’ (TLN)

Breaking news - legion that keeps referring to crows in shocking has crows on its homeworld scandal. "This is outrageous," said local Nostraman cutpurse and skin disease enthusiast Verxaglryn Quickstabber, "here we are trying to make a good name for Nostramo as a respectable hellhole, a place you'd be proud to exile your worst enemy to, and yet we're surrounded by some of the most intelligent and curious birds in existence. I was shanking someone in a back alley the other night and suddenly I saw a crow learning how to use rudimentary tools! Not on my watch, I said to the rapidly cooling body, and I threw my shiv at it. But it just flew away." At this point Mr Quickstabber was obliged to end the interview due to having been eviscerated by the Night Haunter.

I know their communication with Sevatar is happening in a dream but I really like the idea of the crows adapting to Nostramo by developing some kind of psychic hive mind that's also able to be understood by human psykers.

Crag Cougars

A beast of my home world. When next you see one of the Atramentar, look to their shoulder guards. The roaring lions on their pauldrons are what we called crag cougars on Nostramo. It was considered a mark of wealth for gang bosses to be able to leave the cities and hunt such creatures. (NLT)

Every single one of them is Scar from the Lion King, isn't it? An interesting hint about Nostramo's geography though, of which more later.

Rats

Groundcars whisked by, headlights brighter than deep-hive rats’ eyes, the occupants snug and safe behind armoured glass. (Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter)

No surprises here either. Where there's people there's rats after all.

Something with tusks?

The older Astartes grinned, wolf-like and keen, as the Atramentar either side of the Exalted’s throne growled through their tusked helms. (NLT)

This isn't that conclusive because a lot of Chaos Terminators have tusks no matter what legion they are, but Nostramo being Nostramo they probably belonged to a species of giant carnivorous mammoth that ate babies and sprayed acid from its trunk.

Cows? On My Sunless World?

‘They are still of standard human stock, and not to be mourned. What does it matter if the cattle fear the herdsman?’ hissed Krukesh the Pale. (KC:TNH)

This one's a real reach on my part as it's very likely just a turn of phrase, but I noticed it because wouldn't it be slightly more typical to use a sheep metaphor here? Plus it supports the existence of Nostraman cowboys/ranchers/vaqueros which is fun.

No bats?

His helmet bore a new, spread batwing crest in blatant imitation of Sevatar’s own. (A Safe and Shadowed Place)

A sole space was neat: a circle around an iron lectern fashioned in the form of a bat’s outflung wings, which carried a heavy book bound in human skin. (KC:TNH)

Although they appear a lot in the VIII legion's iconography and artwork, oddly enough I wasn't actually able to find a direct reference to Nostramo itself having bats. Let's cover my ass by saying this aspect might therefore have been brought in by the legion's Terran component instead.

Some Nostraman geography

The Hill Folk lived away from the cities, eking out an existence in the mountains. (NLT)

What's worse than living in a Nostraman city? Living on a Nostraman hill, apparently. This seems to just be an idea of ADB's that doesn't come up again but I've always found it quite interesting. Were the Hill Folk as scummy as the City Folk, just with more of a down-home Dukes of Hazzard vibe? Seems likely.

This also supports the idea of Nostramo not being completely urbanised like some Hive Worlds are. In my view its continents might have had a geographical layout a bit like Italy or Scotland where the cities are mainly on the flatter coasts with a more sparsely populated hilly/mountainous interior.

What else? (This part is just me making stuff up so feel free to ignore it. I'm not ADB, I'm not even ADB's hat.)

If the rest of Nostramo's marine life is anything like the sharks and whales then it's fucking terrifying. I would imagine, because it's funny, that a lot of Nostraman food features disgusting industrially-processed fish in some way or another. Like the food in Dishonored but even worse.

Is something wrong, dearest offworld husband? You haven't touched your stale bread, whalemeat and jellied eels.

Since all life on Nostramo seems to be comically carnivorous and aggressive, it would make sense in a 40K kind of way for there to be giant predatory penguins living at one or both of its poles. A bit like the monstrous blind albino penguins HP Lovecraft wrote about.

Last known infrared pict-capture of an early Nostraman settler attempting communication with a juvenile specimen of the native penguin species. There were no survivors.

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Bonding of Sorts

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: isla and walker are 15 in the timeline (probably ~mid 2024 vibes)

warning: teenage love, the start of a step-mom/step-daughter relationship <3

word count: 1.8k

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isla_munson: "everybody knows that private school girls are bad, and bad girls always wear red nail polish" -loerlai gilmore

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y/nl/n: gorgeous girls!

lil.lilian: you did me dirty in that pic.

isla_munson: impossible! theres no doing you dirty, you look beautiful at every angle!

lil.lilian: liar but 😘😘

_jesss: not hals completely judging me in the forth pic

Haley08_: yeah, im always judging you

_jesss: 🖕

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isla.munson: omg! thats exactly what my dad said!

sienna.taylor: my little private school girl 🥰

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@/updates_on_y/nl/n

Isla Munson posted these two photos of her and Y/n on her instagram today!

Lani @/percabeth.hearts replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n I've never seen y/n happier!!

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n They're relationship is so cute! 🥰🥰

tess @/it.rhymes.with.jess replying to @/decodeisunderrated y/n and eddie's or y/n and isla's??

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/it.rhymes.with.jess Both! 😁

Jamie @/jAmie_ replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n she shouldn't be hanging out with her boyfriends daughter so much until they're more serious.

nia @/parisgellar_stan replying to @/jAmie_ oh? so you know them personally??

anna @/wolfstar.stan replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n why no one mention how pretty isla is?!?!

betty @/betty_broski replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n the thought of eddie taking the second picture warms my heart <33

Kevin @/pens_87 replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n She looks the same age as heR boyfriends kid 😬

leah @/im.talking.nonsense replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n them out shopping together 😭😭

-

“Ah.” Isla sighed, dropping her phone to her chest, and looking up at the ceiling. She was sitting on the couch in the New York apartment, Y/n had come over and was walking down the stairs when she saw Isla, “What was that love sick look about?” The woman asked, in a teasing voice. 

“Oh, um.. N- nothing.” “Who are they?” Y/n asked, completely disregarding isla’s defence. And coming to sit down next to the girl, forgetting she came down to get her and Eddie drinks. 

“His name’s Walker..” Isla grinned, not being able to stop it when talking about Walker, especially not with Y/n they were too close and comfortable with each other now. “..and we’ve been friends for a couple years, and he’s really cute, and I really like him.”

At Isla’s little rant, Y/n sprung into action, “Okay, I’m gonna go get what I came down here to get for Eddie then I’m coming straight back and we’ll talk about this.” “Okay.” 

Quickly gathering the ice tea Eddie and her wanted, pouring herself some, and getting Eddie a couple snacks to occupy him, not knowing how long this talk with Isla will last. Then saying a quick ‘one sec.’ to Isla, she ran upstairs, opening the door and finding Eddie where he was before. 

“Thank you, angel. Hey, where's yours?” “Downstairs.” Coming to sit on Eddie lap, facing the man, with a serious face on. “What’s wrong?” “Nothings wrong. Just… I wanted to talk to you before I talk to Isla, she wants my advice on a boy, and don’t go be overprotective dad on her. That’s exactly what she doesn’t want. But I need to know what you're okay with me saying, or if you're not okay with me saying anything, and I won’t.”

Smiling, and placing a quick, chaste kiss on his girl’s lips before replying, “Baby, thank you for asking me. I’m fine with you talking to her. So who is he?” “She said his name is Walker? That someone from school or-” “That kid?! Oh well, I don’t think that kid has a bad bone in his body. So yeah, you can.. Give her advice.. On a boy. Geez” “You’re getting old, baby.” Giving the girl a pinch on the ass, causing a jolt of the girl's body and a laugh coming out of her lips, before she continues, “Okay. I’m going. I love you” A quick kiss on her soft lips, and in getting an ‘I love you too’ Y/n walks out of the room, running down the stairs to see where Isla is still sitting. 

“Okay! Tell me everything.”

-

“I just don’t know how you tell a guy you like him.” Nodding in understanding, she mumbles, “It’s hard.” “...How old were you when you got your first boyfriend?” “Umm.. I was 15.” “Did you ask him out or did he ask you?” “He asked me.” The girls were now on the floor, Y/n painting Isla’s toenails, drinking ice tea, and eating popcorn, ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ on in the background. 

“Of course he did, cause you’re beautiful. No way he would ask me out.” “Hey. Isla, you are beautiful. And gorgeous, and amazing, and smart. Besides from what you’ve told me about Walker. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did really like you, like you like him, but was just too nervous to say anything.” “Shut up.” Isla says, her face permanently red at this point with how long they’ve been talking about her love life. 

“And guys like when girls take charge and ask them out.” “But we’ve been friends for years, and I don’t want to ruin that.” A completely logical argument, one Y/n had used on her friends years ago. Now switching to paint Isla’s other set of toes red, thinking about what she can say, to satisfy Isla’s need for a solution. “Hey! Why don’t you ask him to hang out here, just the two of you?” “And have Dad hovering over us the whole time? No way!” 

Adjusting her position on the floor, getting more comfortable before continuing, “We’ll what if it was me? A day where you’re Dad will be out and I can come over, you guys take the living room and I’ll stay out of your way upstairs?” “Omg! You can do that?! Please Y/n, please!” “I’ll have to ask Eddie, and if he says no then it’s no.” “Okay! Go! Go! Ask him now!” “I have to finish your toenails!” “I can do that. Go ask my Dad, then if he says yes you have to come help me draft a text to him!” “Okay!”

Hopefully running up the stairs for the last time today, Y/n walks into Eddie’s room, smiling, hoping that might sway Eddie slightly. “I thought you would never come back. What have you been doing down there?” “Painting nails, watching rom-coms, stuffing our faces, the usual for a girls night. But I have to ask you something.” Y/n says, sitting next to Eddie on his bed, pushing his laptop off his lap, in order to have his full attention for this. 

“Why do I feel like it’s going to be something I’ll want to say ‘no’ to?” “Well.. Maybe.. Maybe not.” “That was very reassuring.” “Listen, Isla wants to invite Walker here, to hang out, but she doesn’t want her Dad there-” “We’ll she can’t be alone with a boy.” “You said there wasn’t a bad bone in his body.” Y/n said obviously teasing. not wanting Eddie to think that’s what she was suggesting, “Well he’s still a teenage boy.” “Off topic. I was thinking that maybe, the next best thing for her would be if it was me here. They could stay in the living room, and I’ll just hang out upstairs or something, so I can hear what they’re doing but not hover.” A couple seconds of silence was too long in Y/n’s opinion for this subject. 

“Okay.” “Really?” “Yes, but they can’t go in her room, and you keep the door open of any room they’re in.” “Of course, baby! I want what's best for her." "I know." "Oh Eds, she’ll be so happy!” “I hate this.” “I know, but she’s growing up.” “I know.” “I’m gonna go tell Isla the good news!” Y/n says, running out of the room. Before quickly turning around going to the side of the bed Eddie was on, giving the man a lengthy kiss and whispering an ‘I love you’

“What did he say?!” The question is yelled at the woman, as soon as she’s back in sight. “You’ll be happy.” “Really?!” “Yes.” “Oh my god! Oh my god. We have to figure out what I’m gonna text him.”

-

“-and no going upstairs, and if you go in any room together the door stays open. Understand?” “Yes, Dad. Now go, I have to get ready.” Pushing her Dad towards the door, not wanting him here any longer. 

“Can I say goodbye first?” “If you must.” 

Walking over to Y/n, giving her a peck on her soft lips, then dipping his head down to whisper in the girl's ear, “Please keep an eye on them.” “Of course, Eds, it’s gonna be fine.” With that piece of mind and one last kiss and an ‘i love you’, Eddie walks back towards the door that was already held open for him by his wonderful and loving daughter. “Bye hun, love you.” “Love you too, Dad. Bye!”

Shutting the door and turning to the woman standing at the staircase, “You need to get me ready, and tell me what to wear.”

-

“I can’t believe you let me do this!”

Y/n sat at the kitchen island, watching as Isla paced in front of her. Isla was a wreck as soon as Y/n started getting her ready 30 minutes ago, just after Eddie left for the recording studio. “You are going to be fine.” Y/n said, to nonchalant for Isla’s taste, “You’re too calm!” “The guy I like isn’t coming over.” ‘Well-” Isla was cut off by the sound of the buzzer, “Hey Isla, it’s Walker” running over to the panel on the wall to buzz the boy in, “Hey! Come up… That was too excited, I’m gonna mess this up.” “Isla. In my experience, if you ask a guy to hang out alone they think it’s a date. In a man’s brain ‘hang out alone’ and ‘date’ are synonyms, so the fact he said yes to this, I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you.” “Okay.. Thanks, Y/n”

Interrupted by the doorbell, Isla gave Y/n a quick hug, running to the door. Of course, flattening her hair before opening the door. “Hey, Walker.” “Hey.” And being teenagers who like each other, Y/n swoops in to save the conversation. “Hi, I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you, Walker.” “It’s nice to meet you too.” “Okay! The living room is free, I’ll be upstairs, and I’ll order pizza later. Walker, cheese or vegetarian good?” “Yeah.” “Okay! Have fun.”

Within only a couple minutes, Y/n could hear the conversation flowing and not wanting to eavesdrop, putting on a show to watch. 

-

About 40 minutes later, pausing the show she was watching to go to the bathroom, Y/n cannot hear anything from downstairs. And she was sure she knew what was happening, but she promised Eddie she would keep an eye on them and at the end of the day Y/n was a curious bitch. 

Creeping slowly down the stairs, not making a sound. Y/n stops abruptly seeing Isla and Walker sharing a small kiss on the couch, in true awkward teenage fashion, Isla’s hands at her sides and Walker's hand on her upper back, the other at his side. 

Walking back up the stairs, and waiting a moment the woman makes an over exaggerated amount of noise. Not wanting to embarrass the two that she saw them, “I ordered the pizza! One large cheese, one large vegetarian, and one medium meat lover for your Dad. But Walker, you're welcome to have some of that.” “Thanks Y/n.” Isla said, giving Y/n a look that said ‘go away, this is the same reason I didn’t want my Dad here’ but both of them know that Eddie would be way worse. “Okay.. That’s all, back to it.”

-

As soon as the door closes, Isla jumps around and lets out a squeal that was close to deafening. “Oh my god! I’m so happy you got me to do that!” “So what led up to that kiss?” “Oh! I knew you saw it! God- that’s so embarrassing.” “Hey, I get it. I was a teenage girl once. And I did way more embarrassing things. Come on sit.” Patting the couch cushion next to her, “I wanna know everything.”

"After we kissed, he asked me out for tomorrow... And I was wondering if you could ask my Dad?" "No. You have to, but I can be there for you."

~taglist~

@whoscamila @mystargirl-interlude @creoleguurl @witchwolflea @kissmejoey @taylorswiftsloverfr @random000000sblog

[outerbankies]

number 7 on kisses for the prompt list 😌

wooooooooo thank you for this!!! number 7 is: I know we're fighting but come here (swoons)

new light: look at us now — rafe cameron

nl masterlist

warnings: mentions of possible infidelity, swearing

“Who are you talking to so early?” 

Rafe ambles into the kitchen, your dog Sadie close behind him, just as you wrap up your conversation and set your phone face down on the kitchen counter, scrubbing over your face with your hand and letting out a gigantic sigh.

“Margot,” you finally say, before reaching over and refilling your coffee from the pot. You grab one of Rafe’s favorite mugs from the dish rack, one he bought from his go-to coffee spot back in his college town, in order to pour him a cup, too. “She called me on her break.”

When you hand the coffee off to him, Rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, sending you to sit down at the counter with gentle a hand on your lower back. His fluffy, morning hair glows like a halo around him, your sleep-deprived mind thinks.

When he speaks again it’s slow and deep. “Must’ve been urgent. Hey, want a yogurt bowl?” 

“Might just grab a bagel on the way in,” you contemplate, shrugging at the decision. 

But Rafe pouts.

“C’mon, let me make you breakfast,” he pleads. “Please?”

You lean up slightly over the counter, smacking a kiss into his pouted lips where they await yours. “If you insist.” 

“I do,” he answers readily, cracking his first smile of the morning, always your favorite. “I do insist. Margot okay?”

“Yeah, she’s… I don’t know, this whole thing with Kelce is wild,” you say, resting your cheek on your fist, watching Rafe pull out yogurt, granola and berries in just his boxers and an old gray long-sleeve, almost threadbare it’s so old and worn. You could get him as many new versions as you wanted, but he’d always insist on his old faithful on the chilly mornings. 

“They’re still…?” he asks, surprised. Rafe doesn’t name it, and honestly neither would you. Because nobody’s really sure what Kelce and Margot are doing—it’s somewhere between hooking up and seeing each other and full-on dating. It’s none of those things but also all of them at once.

“She flew to Texas this weekend.”

Rafe sighs, shaking his head and turning around to open a cabinet and grab two bowls. “She’s gotta leave that alone.”

“Hm?” you ask, suddenly distracted when your dog Captain tries to force himself under your chair, the weight of his body pushing you around slightly. Sadie’s in the kitchen patiently under Rafe’s foot, not yet wise enough to know she won’t get any scraps until you’re both finished eating. 

“He’s rebounding hard. She’s gonna get hurt,” Rafe says matter-of-factly. 

You study him for a second, as he moves about what he’s doing, like he isn’t giving much thought to what he’d even said. “Why does it have to be her that gets hurt?”

“Because this is what Kelce does. He took Therese really hard, and Margot’s always there,” he says.

“Rafe,” you say, your hand splayed outward in question, now slightly alarmed. “What?”

He sighs, leaning into the blue tile counter. “She is. She was there after Sidney—”

“That was high school.”

“She was there in college, when we’re pretty sure she was still dating that guy from her school,” he fires back.

Your mouth falls open slightly. “I didn’t tell you that so you could use it against her.”

“I’m not,” he says. “I don’t have anything against Margs, you know that.”

“Then why are you… why are you making her sound like some obsessed girl that Kelce has to beat back with a stick?

Rafe suddenly drops the bag of granola he’d been holding onto the counter, frustrated. “Y’know I’m not saying that.”

“He invited her to Texas, or was that part not clear to you?”

“Okay, well that’s his mistake then,” he shrugs. 

“So pursuing Margot is a mistake?” you challenge.

“He’s not pursuing her,” Rafe claims, finally going back to his task at hand. “Not seriously. And I’ll bet she knows that.”

A thought occurs to you at his words, indicating he’s so sure of Kelce’s feelings. Rafe seemed genuinely surprised they were still at it though, and he wouldn’t tell a white lie about something so trivial. Unless… “Did Kelce say something to you?” 

“No, Kelce didn’t say anything to me,” he says, now sounding annoyed. “And honestly, the fact that he hasn’t kind of says something in and of itself.” 

Margot had been as unsure as Rafe is on the phone this morning—worried that she’d end up hurting Kelce or herself if something didn’t work out between them. It made you sad, of course it did, that two of your closest friends couldn’t figure things out the way you’d always maybe secretly hoped they would.

Margot and Kelce were a crazy pairing to begin with—both extroverted and loud, the leaders of the pack and the centers of attention. You’d never really saw them ending up together, but you can only hope every time they start something up again.

“I just don’t think it’s fair to pin it all on Margot. He could be rebounding with anyone, even someone in his state,” you finally say.

“I’m not pinning anything,” Rafe says, hands on his hips. “Kelce will get just as hurt when this thing goes up in flames.” 

You stand up at that. “Why do they have to get hurt? Why does it have to go up in flames?” 

Rafe sighs, pouring honey over your bowl how he knows you like it, even if he doesn’t need it for his own. And if he does it a little angrily, jerking the bottle around before setting it down on the counter with finality, you can’t help but take notice. “This is stupid. We’re arguing about shit that isn’t even ours to argue about.”

“Fuck, Rafe,” you say indignantly. “I was just trying to tell you about my call, and you turned it into this entire thing about—”

“I didn’t make it a thing,” he accuses, dipping his spoon into his bowl, eating it right at the counter instead of coming to sit next to you, almost like he’s challenging you. “You made it a thing.” 

You cross your arms over your chest stubbornly, annoyed that you have to turn down the breakfast that was starting to look really good right in front of you—he’d added those strawberries you love, the ones from the farmer’s market on Sundays—and be annoyed and melancholy at work all day, after grabbing that last-minute bagel on the way to the office after all.

“This is me not making it a thing,” you say, turning on your heel with your head held high.

You begin to rethink almost everything you said that morning as soon as you reach the landing of the stairs, when you hear Rafe mutter a ‘fuck,’ accompanied by the sound of his spoon loudly clattering into his bowl.

—

Rafe avoided you all day, wanting to give you space and leave some for himself, too. He didn’t want to let anything fester for long, he never did, but he waited until enough time had passed that he felt stupid about the entire thing, about ever taking up arms at the crack of dawn over something so unimportant. 

But more importantly than all of that, Rafe knew that Kelce and Margot would work their shit out—he was worried about Kelce, about both of them, and that’s truly where it’d all stemmed from. But it was nothing for the two of you get so worked up over, in the kitchen at breakfast no less, when you’re his favorite version of you. Rafe loved mornings with you, loved the extra fluff to your hair and the tired droop of your eyes, the way you spoke in hushed tones to him and scratched his back without him asking.

He can blame it on something stupid, like the lack of sleep he’d had the night before, but Rafe knows he’ll own up to it, no matter what.

But he’ll do it after he checks out the break that’s just a few blocks over and down some wooden steps, he decides, sitting in your back garden with his wet suit pulled up to his hips while he finishes waxing his surfboard. 

What he didn’t mentally plan for, throughout his entire work day as the way he’d hoped this conversation would go began to take shape in his mind, is for you to come out to the garden still in your work clothes—your shoes kicked off immediately at the door, he guesses—the saddest pair of eyes he’d ever seen looking at him. 

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hi,” he returns, resolve paper thin.

“I know we’re fighting, but…”

Rafe doesn’t even sigh, placing his surf board out of the way before settling back into the chaise lounge. “Come here.”

He’s relieved when you come to him immediately, letting him tug you down into his space, squeezing your arms around his neck while his hands rub up and down your back.

He presses a kiss into the side of your head, letting out a surprised hum when you turn your head and find his lips instead, your affections surprising but never unwelcome. 

“I’m not fighting with you,” he murmurs.

“You didn’t text me on your lunch,” you say, pulling back so your lips are brushing his with every syllable. “You always text me on your lunch.”

“Because I thought you were fighting with me.”

“Uh-uh,” you answer sadly, shaking your head. Rafe kisses you again, pouring every ounce of remorse he feels into you.

“Margot’s not crazy,” he finally says, once you both come up for air. “There’s something there with Kelce, I’m sure there is. But he’s just hurting right now.”

“He is?” you wonder, pulling back to look at him, worry all over your face. The wind blows some into your face but Rafe pushes it behind your ear immediately, not passing up the chance to feel the soft skin of your cheek under his palm. 

“Think so,” Rafe shrugs. “I wasn’t lying when I told you he won’t speak to me about it. And that’s how I know it’s bad.”

“Kelso,” you pout.

“I think Margot’s just… too much too soon for him. They’re too close. He cares about her,” he points out, looking past the rows of houses and out to where the sun is beginning its descent down to the water. “It’s messy, and I just—I worry.”

“About them?” you ask.

“About them,” he agrees, before cutting his eyes back down to you. “And about you.”

“Me?” you question.

“I don’t want you to get too invested in them,” he says. “You feel all of their emotions, you’ll get caught in the middle when it doesn’t work out.” 

Rafe can tell by the look on your face that his suspicions are correct, that you were already in the process of becoming way too involved.

“They’re both your best friends. They’re both our best friends,” he continues. “You have to let them figure it out, and we can pick up the pieces if we need to. I’ll help.”

You sigh, saying nothing for a while, just leaning into his body and seeming content to be held. “You don’t think they could have something like we do?” you say, pulling back to look up into his eyes.

Rafe doesn’t speak his truth, that he doesn’t think anyone can, ever, have what the two of you have—even if he’d love to see all of his friends try and come close. He does his best to fake a laugh instead, hands tightening around you. “They’d be off to a much different start, that’s for sure.”

“Do you think… hm,” you taper off, suddenly looking away.

Rafe taps your thigh. “What?”

You look back at him nervously, your lips doing that twitchy thing they do when you’re embarrassed. You shift out of his lap, sitting fully in the chair beside him, your legs still splayed over his as you lean back on your hands. “I thought of a question, but I’m nervous to hear your answer.” 

“Baby,” Rafe says. “Now I have to know.”

“Don’t lie,” you warn.

“Never.” 

“When we were younger, or even if—even around when we started dating,” you begin nervously. “Would you have wanted to do what they do? With me?”

Rafe can feel his grin overtaking his face, and you let out a groan before he even answers. 

“Just to make sure I understand—you’re asking if I ever wanted to hook up with you?”

“No. I’m taking it back, actually,” you say, covering your face with one hand. Rafe tugs it away immediately, temporarily pushing you back into the chair so he can lean over you, pressing another long kiss to your lips, long enough until you can let go of your embarrassment. 

“Of course I wanted to,” Rafe says, kissing you again as if to prove his point. “But I would’ve been lying to myself, and to you, if I ever acted like I didn’t want more.”

“I told you not to lie,” you accuse, pushing him off of you momentarily.

He shrugs. “Not lying. I’ve always wanted more.”

You touch his face like you believe him, swiping a thumb over his bottom lip before being the one to initiate another kiss this time. “Really?”

“Really. Did I ever make you feel like I didn’t?” 

“Never,” you smile, letting your arms splay out as Rafe leans down to pay attention to your neck, almost getting distracted before he realizes something.

“What about you?”

You laugh loudly, the sound sending a warm feeling from Rafe’s stomach out to his entire body, all the way down to his fingers and toes. “Are you kidding? You would’ve ruined my life.”

“I’d have never risked it, baby, I swear. I cared about you way too much,” he admits. 

“You don’t think they care about each other the same way as we do?” you ask quietly.

“No. I think they do, but it’s different,” Rafe says. 

You sigh, shifting under Rafe’s arm, where he’d fully laid down beside you. “I don’t care. I just want them to be happy. With each other or not.” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Rafe says, trailing his fingers up and down your bare arm, pressing a kiss into the crown of your hair.

“Plus, we’re the only couple in our group,” you say. “What if everyone started calling them ‘mom and dad’ instead?”

“Blasphemous.”

“And you know they’d get married first,” you continue. “Kelce is impulsive, and Margot has a timeline in her notes.” 

“Do you have a timeline?” Rafe wonders.

“I used to,” you answer, looking up at him again, like you’re daring him to challenge you on it. 

Rafe checks his watch, noting the dwindling sunlight. “Does it allot time for a sunset surf?”

“With me? Right now?” you ask excitedly, alright shifting to stand up. 

Rafe can ask about the timeline later, or not. He has a feeling you haven’t followed it exactly, but he also has a feeling that you don’t mind. He hopes you’d have already told him if you did.

“Yes you, and yes right now,” he says, standing before offering a hand to you. “I didn’t buy you that wetsuit for Christmas just so it could collect dust in our closet.” 

[lagncx]

Head canon karl Heisenberg sting is so me coded

After getting him out the village and you finally getting home to your apartment and see your cat is still up and alive 😺 you sit down and turn on the tv. Chris let’s Heisenberg out his zip-ties ^^ and he immediately looks around ooos and aaas you live in an apartment in New York kinda living. Your tv is big and flatscreen and he’s watching and you see rhea ripely slam some chick and your like “hell yeah!” Heisenberg is immediately hooked the obvious scripted and fun fights are the most entertainment he’s had in years Karl couldn’t believe it rhea was ripped

“You know Alcina could’ve got an awesome job doing this shit” he chuckled.

But it was over when he started watching it everyday. You even got rhea ripley on COD and he squealed like a little girl seeing you play as her.

He loses it when he watches the reels on your phone and sting comes up

“Who is he”

“Sting.”

“Holy shit he looks bad ass”

“Yea..”

“Holy shit he took off his mask! ITS THE SAME FACE 0o0?!?”

“Yea Karl…have you ever seen the crow?”

Karl becomes a movie connoisseur seeing why Moreau wasted his time but you had Karl watch the “good shit” white chicks, stand by me, sandlot, Elvira, Edward scissorhands (made him cry. Cause he wouldn’t stop comparing it to you both), corpse bride, frankenweenie (he couldn’t help but applaud the boy for making a beautiful prototype and bringing back his dog! It reminded him of himself.)

But do not get him started on horror movies he will not agree with anything you say.

To him Jason is so bad ass. Chucky is funny as fuck. Micheal is some superhuman, Pennywise needs to be put on a list, any conjuring movies freak him out cause he hates the yellow text at the end, he loves loves loveees long legs cause he says it’s fucking stupid .

— you drank some orange juice looking at the top “shit, it’s expired…oh well” Heisenberg sashayed his way into the living room “LeMEE innn NOWWWwwww and IT could BeEEEeee niceeee not once not twice but everytimeeeeee!!” He exclaimed his hands going up and down. He smiled walking over to you kissing you

You chuckled “you know I’ve never seen you and Nicholas cage in the same room together” you smiled

“Yea I feel like I’m starting to understand this world. You guys love scaring yourselves” he hummed

“Yea…wanna go to the theatre and see conjuring the devil made me do it?” You smirked seeing his grimace “absolutely not. That shit invites bad spirits babe.” He huffed and walked away quoting another long legs beautiful sonnet

“MUMMMMAYUU DADDDDAAAYY MAKEEEE MEE AND SAVEEEE MEEE FROM THE HELLLL OF LOVVIJNNJGGG!’nl”

—-

Honestly sleeping in a nice bed with you made Heisenberg way less grumpy.

Hot showers with clean water. A pool in the middle of the apartment complex. He loved everything. And going out to eat was scary the first few times but it was worth seeing the world HES been missing. Nothing could take that from him

[autumnatical]

Everything Everything, live @ TivoliVredenburg, Utrecht, 01/09/24

First time seeing them in over 6 years ! ! ! I don't travel a lot, but it was worth the trip to NL just for the gig alone, not even the 3 hour delay on my return trip could change that (thanks DB).

Random assortment of thoughts (athoughtment):

venue was a bit of an odd choice, it was a nice building and very central, but they had a bunch of other concert halls (mainly for classical/orchestral music I think?), and EE played in a tiny hall on the sixth floor. for some reason, they made us wait downstairs in the foyer where the queue very quickly blockaded anyone from getting through, so they had to shuffle us around a bunch.

also there was a (classical?) music festival happening in town and some events from that overlapped with the show, so there were two Very Distinct crowds in the building and our queue got some Disapproving looks lol.

despite the weirdness of the venue, the hall where they played was great, good acoustics and very intimate. me and a friend were there pretty early and stood second row from the stage, though we drifted a bit over to the left because I chatted briefly with some folks there.

crowd was great too, good vibes, everyone I met was lovely. someone complimented my ATB shirt and a few people got really excited and started pointing at me at the start of Kemosabe :^) also shoutout to the person in front of me who moved the water bottles on stage so I could see the setlist.

there was a girl directly in front of us in the queue and at the stage who was wearing an AMAZING homemade Mountainhead shirt, a button-down with the logo on the front and "I left my work in the pit to come here" on the back, which (I think) she embroidered herself. really need to step up my game the next time I see them lol.

the show itself was stunning, though sadly Pete wasn't there :( I was hyping him up to my friend (who hadn't seen them live before) because he's usually the only one who matches Jon's energy/stage presence. we were directly in front of Alex and he might as well be wearing an "I'd rather be programming synths right now"-shirt lol.

the setlist was really solid, though leaning very heavily into singles (I think only Metroland and NotLK were album-only, and I was blown away by both), and not playing too many newer songs. I can understand why they do it (people at the front were very into it the entire time, but most of the crowd obviously got much more involved near the end when they played Cough Cough/Distant Past), but it's a bit of a shame anyway.

also 90 minutes every 6 years is not enough I feel like a kid whose parents (british bands and european tours) got divorced, badly. have they considered that they could just play for 3 hours? maybe?? as a treat???

I feel like someone on setlist dot fm is making fun of me specifically, bc they added Violent Sun to the setlist which. it was definitely not on. like I saw the setlist on stage at the start and also if they had played it, I would not be alive any longer (as per my previous correspondance).

I don't really understand Mad Stone as the opener (they could swap Mad Stone and Wild Guess around and it would work much better imo), but I was glad for all of the Mountainhead we got.

Jon very clearly sang Arch-Jeremy for one entire chorus and I tragically didn't record it (only have a couple of videos which I'll post later). but it's real and it happened and it's real also.

burned guitar my beloved but also beloathed. I think Jon's on-stage performance is much more engaging when he doesn't have to play guitar and can move around more freely. but also the burnt guitar is really cool.

Enter the Mirror live fucks so severely. that is all.

the show was completely sold out (I think the venue holds ~600 people) and merch was also pretty much gone by the time I left (I got litchrally the last shirt and they only had a few tote bags left I think), so I hope it made enough money for them to consider an EU tour soon. EE at the Gloria in Cologne is my dream gig, so I'm manifesting that for next year. . .

[slackville]

Sandy Koufax had trouble getting the great Roberto Clemente out.

Someone once asked Sandy how to get Clemente out and he quipped: “I have no idea; roll the ball to the plate?”

But even great hitters struggled against the man known as The Left Hand of God.

What made Sandy Koufax so hard to hit?

Pete Rose answered this question during an interview in which he graphically described Koufax’s curve ball and how precipitously it dropped. Rose found a melon in a basket of fruit and threw it straight down on the floor, hard. “How the hell you gonna hit that curve ball?” Rose asked the interviewer.

And it wasn’t just Rose.

"Hitting against him is like eating soup with a fork," Pittsburgh Pirates slugger Willie Stargell said.

"It drops like a chair whose legs collapse," Koufax’s catcher John Roseboro said.

"Sandy would strike me out two or three times a game. And I knew every pitch he was going to throw: fastball, breaking ball or whatever. Actually, he would let you look at it. And you still couldn't hit it!" — Willie Mays on ESPN Classic's SportsCentury series

When Yogi Berra watched Koufax pitch during the 1963 World Series after having gone 25–5 in the regular season, Berra said, "I can see how he won 25 games. What I don't understand is how he lost five." Fortunately, Dodgers shortstop Maury Wills solved the mystery when he responded, “He didn't lose 5 games, we did.”

“He was truly magnificent.” — Hammerin’ Hank Aaron

In an interview, Bud Selig said the only pitcher he ever heard Hank Aaron complain about verbally was Sandy Koufax. After Koufax had out-dueled the great Warren Spahn, beating the Braves 2–1, on the departing plane trip an unhappy Aaron told Selig, “Boy, I’m glad I don’t have to face him again!” And Aaron was one of the few batters to have any success against Koufax. When asked in interviews to name the most dominant pitchers he faced, Aaron would immediately name Bob Gibson and Koufax, followed by Don Drysdale and Tom Seaver. Amusingly, Aaron said, “If you didn’t hit Drsydale, he was going to hit you!” The great home run hitter and baseball ambassador had a great sense of humor as well.

Superior hitters like Mays, Aaron, Rose, Stargell and Berra found Koufax baffling, so just imagine what it must have been like for ordinary hitters to face him.

Paul Reidl confirmed what great hitters have said about Koufax’s curve and its precipitous break: “I watched him pitch several times from behind home plate at old Forbes Field. His curveball, quite literally, fell off a table. Never seen anything like it. Batters would just flail at it.”

Pete Rose said Koufax had a “great fastball” and pointed out that he struck out over 1,000 batters in his (Rose’s) first three seasons in the NL. That’s averaging 333 strikeouts per year, back when it had never been done before. In fact, Koufax had set the NL record with 269 strikeouts in 1961, breaking a 58-year-old record set by the great Christy Mathewson. It’s easy to forget that, before Koufax, no NL pitcher had really challenged 300 strikeouts in a season. But Koufax would go on to destroy his just-set strikeout record with 306 in 1963, when he became the first unanimous winner of the Cy Young Award back when it was for both leagues, then an otherworldly 382 in 1965 when he won his second of three Cy Youngs.

“You pitch outside, you throw inside,” he liked to say" - Jane Leavy, Sandy Koufax biographer

“Show me a guy who can’t pitch inside, and I’ll show you a loser.” - Sandy Koufax

“Pitching is the art of instilling fear.” - Sandy Koufax

Unlike his partner in pitching crimes, Don Drysdale, the great Sandy Koufax didn’t have to go headhunting to instill fear. He did it with a rip-roaring four-seam fastball and a curve that broke down like it had a gravity accelerator. Those were his primary pitches, and Koufax also threw a forkball and change-up to keep batters off balance and confused about what was coming next. As if they weren’t in enough trouble already!

Ironically, Koufax became the strikeout king by abandoning his fastest pitch for a somewhat slower fastball he could control better. Here’s how it happened …

The turning point of Koufax’s career came in 1961 when catcher Norm Sherry told him to slow things down and concentrate on throwing strikes. "Sandy, you could solve your control problem if you'd just try to throw the ball easier," Sherry said. "Just get it over the plate. You've still got enough swift on it to get the hitters out." Koufax took the advice and the rest is baseball history. But the mind boggles at what he might have done with better control of his fastest fast ball.

Rose told the interviewer that he hit .175 against Koufax, and could only hope to hit his weight (202 pounds) but couldn’t even do that. This is the all-time hit king, who hit .307 against Bob Gibson, .340 against Juan Marichal, .531 against Warren Spahn, and “wore out” Don Sutton, Bob Welch and other top pitchers of his era. But the best Rose could hope for was to hit his weight against Koufax, and he couldn’t even manage that.

I became a good pitcher when I stopped trying to make them miss the ball and started trying to make them hit it.

#MLB #Baseball

[eliteseven]

Your AU is just amazing. I hope you make a series when you have the time.

Is Tav’s father alive in Consonance? If he is, would he return after learning Tav is in a successful band? Maybe he wants his old guitar back?

Obviously Tav is not happy with the reunion with her father. He’s pissed Tav sold his guitar. Seeing him reminds her of the trauma he caused to her. The fear of being left behind and the thoughts of being not good enough for anyone to stay have returned.

Tav tries to distance herself, but Shadowheart refuses to let go of Tav. Shadowheart swears to Tav she will never leave the love of her life. After everything Tav has done for Shadowheart and her family, she will be there to help Tav heal.

I know everyone wants to see Tav & Shar confrontation, but I want to see Shadowheart fiercely defend and protect Tav from the man who caused her so much pain. Actually make it everyone vs Tav’s father.

🥹💕 firstly, thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed it!! 🥰 and thanks for such incredibly kind words!!! They mean the world!!

Now, let’s get to the story business:

LOVE your concept!!!! 😁 I was thinking along the same lines about adding some angst if I ever do continue the series!

Tav’s father is alive. It’s the opposite of NLS where he’s passed away and Amelia is alive and well 🥲💕 I’ve planned Tav’s past out in Consonance but was purposefully vague about the details, so there’s always room to elaborate on what that was like.

I genuinely think someone like him would try to come back into Tav’s life after her band is met with a lot of success. He’d be after money, of course. Probably would want to claim Tav’s success for himself in some way. And yeah- he’d want that guitar back.

I’m not certain how Tav would react- I’d need the idea to marinate while I think on their dynamic for a bit. A part of her is scared of that man- and that’s perfectly valid, given what he did to her. Another part of her would be absolutely livid. I think she fears becoming violent herself. 🥲 she could never be like him- I think Shadowheart would remind her of that. It would kill Tav to know he’s only interested in her finances and not his own daughter- even if he claims to be reformed, initially. And I think you’re right about that causing Tav to withdraw into herself- it probably feels like she’s regressed a lot in terms of her healing progress, at first. It would definitely be a great source of non-contrived angst.

I think Shadowheart would do anything to protect her girlfriend/fiancee/wife 👀 (who knows where they’ll be at this point). She knows firsthand what a relationship like that can do to a person. She’d never leave Tav at her lowest- or at all, really. Not after everything she’s done for her parents, for her. She loves Tav more than anything or anybody- and I think she’d be veryyyyy confrontational with Tav’s father- the same way Tav is with Shar in that part I cut out lol 😭 (which I swear I will upload when I have time on this trip!!)

Tav has people behind her, besides her love. She has Emmeline and Arnell, Karlach and Wyll, Aylin and Isobel… people that truly love her more than her father ever could. 🥰

Anyway, sorry for rambling! I loved hearing your thoughts, thanks for chiming in! 💕 I do hope I could get around to writing this, it seems like it would be a lot of fun and offer a deeper look into the characters and their future! Always feel free to stop by and share your vision! 😊❤️