#Race and Eth

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I was obsessed with this song this video (for specific reasons) amazing! cinema!

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RASCE WINNER OSCAR PIASTRI WHO IS ON TH ETEXT LINE RN I WANNA SCREAM

[lateatnewyork]

SO...WHO'S THE WAG? 001

pairing: oscar piastri x bellingham!reader

summary: jude's older sister soft launches a guy, who he has no idea about

extra information: reader is a supermodel, shes 23, and shes super famous

fc: tyla

ynbellingham

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thetonightshow

liked by oscarpiastri, ynbellingham and 932,628 others YN Bellingham on the Tonight Show, she opens up about her longtime partner, her music career and who she's currently brand ambassador for! Check out the amazing and multitalented 23 year old exclusively on youtube! ynbellingham view comments

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ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, jobebellingham and 1,893,482 others surprise!!! my debut album 'racing' is coming out on december 8th! andddd im going on tour next year on 14th march, tickets will go up on january 1st, ily guys 🫶 view comments

sabrinacarpenter i cant believe im singing with u🧎‍♀️ judebellingham im so proud of you ynn jobebellingham so proud to be your younger brother ynn oliviarodrigo IM SO EXCITEDDDD conangray december 8 come fasterrr sza you lowkey ate with those tracks gigihadid so proud of you 💗 kendalljenner cant wait ! krisjenner 😍 khloekardashian yay! imaanhammam catch me blasting it in the car anokyai blessing us with this alexanderasaintmleux im so happy lilymhe private show plssss mclaren playing this everywhere when it comes out user09 MOTHER averageynlover IF I DONT GET TICKETS rbrmylove CLAIMING 143 (i want you)

oscarpiastri

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ynbellingham

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judebellingham ew ➥ ynbellingham im telling mum ➥ judebellingham STOP jobebellingham 🤮 ➥ ynbellingham me when i see you landonorris stop being cute on main ➥ ynbellingham stop being annoying sabrinacarpenter no way a guy who goes vroom vroom in circles stole u from me ➥ ynbellingham barrykeoghan stole u first ➥ oscarpiastri my career is more than driving in circles ➥ barrykeoghan what did i do 😭 oliverbearman welcome to the family ➥ charlesleclerc hi daughter in law ➥ alexanderasaintmleux UR MY DAUGHTERRRR ➥ ynbellingham literally dating oscar for alex and leo ➥ oscarpiastri i see how it is lilymhe what if we do a double date except its u and me and them ➥ ynbellingham YESSS ➥ alexalbon what. ➥ oscarpiastri ^ gigihadid cuties kendalljenner adorable anokyai i love the both of u

oscarpiastri

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user09 CONFIRMATION THAT ITS ABOUT HIM mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡 ➥ landonorris what happened to me and oscar ➥ mclaren 😶‍🌫️ f1wagsofficial cutest grid couple oliverbearman hes down bad ➥ oscarpiastri loud and proud liked by ynbellingham and 2089 others arthurleclerc invite her to family dinners now alexanderasaintmleux my daughter in law is so pretty ➥ ynbellingham aw ily alex alexalbon ok hes actually happy so i cant be mean ➥ alexalbon im also scared of yn ➥ ynbellingham good. jobebellingham pls tell me you have bad photos of her ➥ oscarpiastri i do (how much you willing to pay) ➥ jobebellingham thats great (200 bucks) ➥ ynbellingham OSCAR judebellingham couldve lived without seeing the 2nd pic ➥ ynbellingham couldve lived without seeing ur shirtless skims ad ➥ rbrmylove LMAO

a/n thank you for putting up with my mood swings in posting ly guys

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hi can u make a X reader oneshot about Ethan Landry where the reader knows about him being ghostface and still be willing to fuck without him knowing that she knows? and have her be as obsessed with Ethan as he is with her :))

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18+, mdni alot of making out, p in v, fem!reader, oral (fem!receiving), you take Ethan’s virginity, mention of murder

Your eyes widened as you picked up the mask with shaky hands. You realized the knife shining underneath the rest of the clothes as well. Fuck. Shit. Okay. Just put it back before he comes back, you thought.

With a sense of urgency, you rummaged through his drawer, your fingers brushing past his clothes and you went to the bottom of the drawer, burying it underneath all the clothes and closing the drawer.

He had told you to get something for him, not snoop around. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, trying to ignore how your friend was fucking ghostface.

Once you found what he actually asked for you to get, you took a deep breath before stepping into the living room.

You silently handed it to him. He noticed your odd behavior and quirked an eyebrow at you.

Maybe it was a Halloween mask or something. But that wouldn’t explain the knife. The thoughts ran in your mind, you would have to find out more later.

You sat back down on the couch with the group, but you couldn't focus on the movie. All you could focus on was Ethan.

You have had a crush on Ethan for a long time now, with feelings bordering on obsession.

You glanced at him, hoping he wouldn't notice your staring. He did however, turning his head to you. Your head snapped back to the TV quickly.

Fuck, fuck. What if he knew that you knew something? What if you were his next target? Although you wouldn’t mind that so much.

You avoided him for a few days, and the worst part? You missed him. God, you missed him. It felt wrong, it was wrong. You both usually talked every day, so he knew something was up.

—

“Y/n?” The familiar voice of Ethan said from behind you.

You stood, tensing up before turning around at his voice. This party was the last place you wanted to see him.

“Ethan.” You said, giving him a small smile. He was wearing a robot cardboard costume, it was dorky but cute. He also had a jacket tied around his waist. He took off the headpiece of his costume and held it by his side.

“Are you okay? I called you… like 5 times.” He asked you.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, I’ve been busy. But, how’s uh, Econ? And your other classes?”

“It’s going good. Professors really getting on my nerves though.” He laughed.

You smiled at him, you missed his laugh, his smile, his entire face. It was wrong.

You both stayed silent for a while, awkwardly standing and looking at each other.

You began to talk again, then suddenly, some drunk guy ran into you, spilling alcohol all on your clothes.

You gasped, he mumbled a small apology and slipped past. You flicked him off and sighed heavily, looking at your shirt. Of course it happened while you dressed up as an Angel.

“Shit.” Ethan said, his eyes widened and his eyes went over your body.

“Asshole.” You mumbled, making your way upstairs. Ethan followed behind you upstairs and into the bathroom.

He opened up a cabinet, handing you a rag.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, trying your best to wipe it.

“Uh.. here.” He began to untie the jacket around his waist.

“It’s fine, Eth-“ but he ignored it, putting the jacket on your shoulders and zipping it up, biting his bottom lip on the process.

You smiled at him, his hands stopped and stayed for a moment. You stared at him, and he stared at you back. Suddenly, he leaned in, cupping your face as he kissed you.

Your hands went to his shoulders, kissing him back. The electricity coursing through your veins seemed to intensify as the softness of his lips met yours.

His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your heart raced with anticipation. As your lips brushed against his, you savored the taste of him, it felt like your dreams coming true.

You backed up against the counter, hopping on it and never leaving his lips once. The kiss turned from gentle and slow to a sloppy make out.

“Room?” You asked breathlessly against your lips.

“I’m a… a virgin...” He mumbled quietly and looked down at the ground, slightly ashamed.

“I know.” You whispered back. He smiled at you.

You both went out into the hallway, quickly opening an empty room.

He shut and locked the door behind him, his eyes landed on you and his lips were back on you again.

Softly he pushed you down on the bed, you moaned into his mouth when he said his tongue in your mouth.

You took notice of the tent in his pants, you moved away from the kiss to unbutton his pants. He helped and pulled them down, throwing them somewhere in the room. Then he looked at the shirt, his jacket. You took off your shirt, bra, and his jacket.

But then he stopped you when you began to take off your pants.

“Can you… wear my jacket?” He asked shyly.

You smiled at him. Cute. You put his jacket back on, and then began to take off your pants. He threw his shirt off and you both were only left in underwear.

He gave you a peck on your lips, and his lips trailed down your body. He kissed your neck, then biting and sucking on the flesh. He took time to appreciate and savor you, the person who he’s been obsessed with the moment he laid his eyes on you.

He then made his way down to your pussy, pulling off your underwear and looking up at you for a second. He was on his knees and your legs were on the edge of the bed.

He moved his mouth to your cunt, kitten licking it at first to test the waters. A mewl came from your mouth, and for some one who’s a virgin, he ate pussy good. His tongue was focused on your clit, licking it repeatedly as your hands were buried in his hair, pulling and tugging at the brown locks.

He ate like a starved man given food. You cried out his name, and you were thankful for the booming music downstairs.

You were close, and he didn’t care. His tongue worked faster on your clit, you moaned out his name once more and came on his face. He finally left your pussy then, looking at you and licking your juices off his tongue with a smirk.

You smiled at him, and he moved up to kiss you again, cupping your face. You could taste yourself on him.

He removed his angry cock out his boxers finally, letting out a groan as he stroked it in front of you for a moment. He wasn’t small, by any means. He was bigger than you expected if anything. You were shocked at the size.

He put it to your entrance, looking at your face as he slowly slide into your warmness. You both let out moans, he stayed still inside you for a moment to let you adjust and then started to move.

He felt like he could bust right then and there. But he wanted this to be a better experience, so he tried his best to hold his orgasm back for a while.

You moaned as he slid out and back into you, his first few thrusts were sloppy but he was a quick learner. He got the hang of if.

Fuck, it was wrong but you loved it. You loved how his curls bounced on his face, his moans and groans slipping out his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, and how his hips met yours.

“E-eth!” You cried out, he loved the way you called out his name. He loved how you laid underneath him, melting under him. In his mind you, had no clue about his plans for your friends, or how bad of a person he was, or how many people he’s killed.

But you did. It was wrong, but how could something so wrong feel so good?

You came without warning, he groaned and couldn’t help it anymore. He came inside of you.

You whined as he pulled out.

“I know, I know. Sorry.” He said quietly, and he laid down next to you.

“Would now be a good time to tell you I like you?” You mumbled.

He laughed quietly. “I like you too.”

[ghxstfacesgf]

anchor: ethan landry x reader

Ethan returns from a ghostface attack to find you waiting for him, the only person who can ease his mind. His anchor.

Warnings: ya know violent ghostface things

Note: I wrote this super fast bc I had this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head. I realized after I wrote it that it’s pretty gender-neutral so enjoy! Let know how you like it! <3

A loud crash echos through the small apartment as a ghostface mask smashes into the dresser. An unlit candle falls, coating the wood floors in shards of glass. Ethan Landry tramples over them— breathing erratic, hands shaking, curly brown locks coated in sweat. The events of the night clouded his memory, an unsuccessful attack on the Carpenter sisters. He tried, he really did try, but to no avail. His father would return to the apartment any minute now. The apartment they had purchased as another hideout, other than the shrine. The boy could practically hear his father now: unfocused, sloppy, weak.

Ethan frustratingly ripped the cloak off his body, chucking it on the ground with a groan. With brown eyes prickling with tears, he collapsed on the bed head in hands. A small, comforting voice called to him from the corner of the room,

“Ethan?”

You. Of course it was you. Your voice laced in empathy and the only voice with the power to instantly calm Ethan Landry. He let out a sigh, not even needing words to communicate to you what he needed. You moved in front of him while he remained seated, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. Those eyes closed in relief and your delicate hands cupped his face. His medicine. His anchor.

You brought him closer to you, head nuzzled into your chest. Ethan melted instantly at your touch as you stroked his hair lightly, his eyes still closed. He had no idea when or how you’d gotten here and, frankly, he didn’t care. All that mattered was that you were here. You were there to save him from his own devilish thoughts. That’s what you’d always done for Ethan— grounded him. It was you that helped him balance along the line of good vs evil. He was a killer, yes, but he didn’t want to be. At least not when he was around you. Your glossy eyes, your perfectly imperfect smile, all of you made him forget his family’s plan. No— his family’s mission. One that he almost considered aborting at the sight of you. Almost.

“What happened, Eth?” His eyes fluttered open at your question. He didn’t know why, but he felt like dumping all of his trauma onto you. The only person in world he felt like would truly listen to him without judgment.

“I failed. Again, y/n, I failed. And my dad and Quinn will be back here any minute to berate me for it. He will go on and on about Richie. “If Richie was here this”, “if Richie was here that,” it’s exhausting never being good enough,” Ethan rambled, his voice cracking. Tears were begging to be released but he blinked them away. He sighed, bringing a hand to your face to brush away a stray lock of hair.

You smiled down at him understandingly. “But how did you fail?”

He scoffed at your comment, “how did I fail? Y/n, I didn’t kill anyone that’s how I failed! That’s all he cares about!” Ethan’s hands, that were wrapped about your waist, tightened in his annoyance.

“No.” You spoke calmly, pulling back from the boy in front of you.

“What?”

“No.” Ethan’s eyebrows burrowed in confusion as he, too, pulled away. You were starting to sound like a parrot at this point. “Ethan, what happened tonight?”

He blinked at you. Why did you have that look on your face? Why weren’t you scared? He had just admitted to you he was ghostface, you’d even seen the mask once he entered the apartment. Why were you still here?

“I already told you. I didn’t kill anyone. I was supposed to, supposed to attack Sam and Tara.”

You closed the gap between the two of you once again. A smile full of pity played on your pink lips. Ethan felt his heartbeat begin to race again and he wasn’t sure why. He tried to think, but he couldn’t. How did you even get here? How did you even know this apartment existed?

“You didn’t fail, baby,” your hands cupped his face again, though they were colder now. “You did kill someone.”

Ethan’s eyes widened, he could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. His eyes closed, the memories of the night flashing across his mind faster than he could stop them. And boy did he desperately want to stop them.

Sam and Tara’s apartment. Glass breaking. Screaming. Ethan lunged for the sisters, managing to slice Sam’s forearm. She fell to the ground— this was his moment. The moment he would finally make his father proud. The blade raised above the boys head. He brought it down, hard and fast. Although it wasn’t Sam he’d just mutilated. It was you. Those eyes he’d once became entranced in looked up at him one last time. This time filled with hatred and fear. Blood soaked your navy top as he removed the blade from your chest. You’d gotten in the way, how could you be so stupid? The others called your name and Ethan ran. He wanted to stay and help you, he really did. He wanted you to be alright. The sounds of Tara’s screams confirmed his fears.

Ethan’s lips began to form a reply but you’d cut him off, “you didn’t mean to.”

His eyes looked up at you frantic, unable to stop the tears from flowing now. “I don’t understand, you’re here! I can feel you,” the boy pulled your hand from his cheek. Both of his hands cupped yours as he brought it to his lips, kissing your hand softly. “You feel real.”

“You know I’m not, Ethan. You know what you did, you know you didn’t mean to. This isn’t what you want, you’re not a killer.” Your words seemed to pierce him like a blade. Like the blade he’d shoved into your chest just hours ago. He cried now, cried harder than he ever had. At some point his hands released yours and those curly locks fell wet against his forehead.

The door to the apartment swung open harshly. Ethan’s attention was torn away from you. It was Detective Bailey.

“There he is! My boy,” Bailey smiled wildly, arms widened for a hug. “I didn’t think you had it in you, to kill y/n.”

At the sound of your name Ethan’s head turned back to where you were standing. Your figure gone now, only a window overlooking the city replaced it. He felt like he had been the one murdered.

“I’m proud of you, son.” Those words, the only words Ethan had wanted to hear, snapped him away from his sorrow. Eyes glistened up at his father. They embraced.

You had been Ethan’s anchor, the one thing keeping him somewhat sane. But, you were gone now. It had to happen, it did. Ethan knew that now. Without you, he could finally live up to his fathers expectations.

He could become a true psychopath.

[blueiscoool]

Three Students Just Deciphered the First Passages of a 2,000-Year-Old Scroll Burned in Vesuvius’ Eruption

A Roman scroll, partially preserved when it was buried in the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in A.D. 79, has been virtually unwrapped and decoded using artificial intelligence.

The feat was achieved by three contestants in the Vesuvius Challenge, a competition launched in March 2023 in which people around the world raced to read the ancient Herculaneum papyri.

Papyrologists working with the Vesuvius Challenge believe the scroll contains “never-before-seen text from antiquity,” and the text in question is a piece of Epicurean philosophy on the subject of pleasure. The winning submission shows ancient Greek letters on a large patch of scroll, and the author seems to be discussing the question: are things that are scarce more pleasurable as a result?

The author, whose identity is unconfirmed, doesn’t think so: “As too in the case of food, we do not right away believe things that are scarce to be absolutely more pleasant than those which are abundant,” one passage from the scroll reads.

The three members of the winning team had previously individually made significant contributions to the competition. Luke Farritor, a computer science student at University of Nebraska-Lincoln, and Youssef Nader, a machine learning Ph.D. student at Freie University in Berlin, had been two of the first contestants to detect a smaller number of letters, winning $40,000 and $10,000 respectively. Julian Schilliger, a robotics student at ETH Zürich, developed a tool that began to automatically segment the scrolls. They will share the $700,000 grand prize.

Nat Friedman, a tech investor and executive, and one of the challenge’s organizers, recently printed out the winning submission. “All this has been in this dreamlike digital world in my imagination before," Friedman says. "Seeing it on paper, rolling it up, it just made it so tangible.”

There’s a lot more to discover. The scroll partially decoded by the winning submission was one of 800 discovered in a southern Italian villa that was first uncovered in 1750. The combined efforts of the competitors and organizers so far have resulted in around 5% of one scroll being read.

The final scramble to read the scrolls

Since the Vesuvius Challenge launched nearly a year ago, participants had both cooperated and competed, sharing their latest techniques with each other and posting pictures of their progress. But as the race for the grand prize intensified, the Discord, a social media platform where the participants shared information, went dark, says Friedman.

Of the eighteen submissions for the grand prize, most of them were received on the last day of the contest, Dec. 31, and three were sent in the final ten minutes, according to Friedman. Friedman recalls he was at home with his family around Christmas, decorating for the holiday while compulsively refreshing his phone, when the winning submission came in. “I ran into my little office at home and popped it open,” he says. “I was like, ‘Wow, this is really magnificent.’”

In accordance with the criteria set in March 2023, the winning submission contains four passages of 140 characters each, with at least 85% of the characters in each of those passages recoverable by professional papyrologists. It also contains a further 11 columns of text.

It isn’t known who authored the ancient scroll, but experts have developed theories. “Is the author Epicurus' follower, the philosopher and poet Philodemus, the teacher of Vergil? It seems very likely,” writes Richard Janko, professor of classical studies at the University of Michigan. “Is he writing about the effect of music on the hearer, and comparing it to other pleasures like those of food and drink? Quite probably.” Robert Fowler, a professor of Greek at the University of Bristol, also believes the author to be Philodemus. “Like other Epicureans, he valued pleasure above all - but pleasure rightly understood, not mere indulgence,” Fowler writes of the philosopher.

In the final section of the scroll, the author appears to criticize his intellectual adversaries, who “have nothing to say about pleasure, either in general or in particular, when it is a question of definition.”

“I can't help but read it as a 2000 year old blog post, arguing with another poster,” says Friedman. “It's ancient Substack, and people are beefing with each other, and I think that's just amazing.”

What comes next

The Vesuvius Challenge has issued a new grand prize for 2024 that will allow the AI-enhanced decoding to move at a faster pace.

The competitors largely have been developing algorithms for automatic letter detection—using AI to see traces of ink on segments of virtually unrolled scrolls. Aside from letter detection, the other main challenge associated with reading the scrolls is segmentation—separating the layers and virtually unrolling the scrolls. So far, this process has been highly manual; the Vesuvius Challenge employed three full-time segmenters. In order to ensure that they’d have segmented enough of the scroll for someone to win the grand prize, Friedman bought the team new monitors and computers to boost their productivity. The challenge for 2024 is to automate the segmentation process.

Friedman admits that he has had other tempting offers of new quests to pursue. Over the last year, he says his inbox has been filled with Robinson Crusoe-esque proposals, from people alerting him to lost shipwrecks and ancient cities, undecoded languages, and strange glyphs on the sides of mountains.

But he can’t walk away. He wants to help read all of the 800 scrolls already discovered in the villa. And some archeologists believe there is a main library containing tens of thousands of scrolls, still waiting to be excavated.

To expedite the excavation, Friedman has obtained the mobile number of the Italian civil servant responsible for the villa, whom he has texted, twice. “My hope is that I won't have to go and dig it out myself,” says Friedman. “But if that's what it comes to, I will.”

By WILL HENSHALL.

[sage-green-matcha]

Could you do something where reader has mommy issues and Ethan comforts her?:’) I love your work!!

PROUD OF YOU - ETHAN LANDRY 💕

Getting into an argument with your mom, but Ethan is there to make u feel better :)

Content includes: fluff! Argument with mom, sweet Ethan! Angst? Honestly idk!

A/n: Ty for the request! Sending love <3

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You were excited, to say the least, you had gotten into your dream college. You were beaming with joy, jumping up and down at the admission letter on the screen.

"I'm so happy for you, sweetheart" Ethan fluffed your hair, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thanks, E" You couldn't stop smiling, your face hurting from it.

"You should call your mom! Tell her the news" Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. You weren't sure if it was too good of an idea, she always hated the fact that you wanted to go out of state for college.

"Yea...I guess I should" You laid down on your belly, humming while Ethan rubbed your back. You were unsure of the idea, staring at her contact on your phone.

"It'll be fine" You found Ethan's words comforting, clicking on the call icon. Your heart raced as you waited for her to pick up your call, something she rarely did.

You smiled once she picked up, your words carefully tumbling out of your mouth. "Hey...Mom!" She was silent as you chewed on your lip, waiting for a response. "Hi y/n, what happened?"

"Well uhm, I got into Blackmore! Just thought I should tell you" Her response wasn't really what you wanted to hear, leaving you with a blank face. "Okay...are you going to transfer? You know I already paid your sophomore year, right?"

"Uhm, no. I told you not to pay it..." You felt uncomfortable arguing with your mom over the phone, and it was worse because Ethan was next to you. "Come on Y/n! Could you be a little appreciative? Now I have to take back the money and explain to the school that my daughter isn't doing what I want. Is that what you want?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, a frown forming on your face. "I...what? No, of course not"  Your breath hitched, a ball forming in your throat. "That's what it seems like. Go to Blackmore if you want, you're just gonna make a fool out of yourself"

She hung up and you held back a cry, Ethan looking at you with remorse.

"I'm sorry, Y/n" You shook your head, holding back tears. "It's okay. I should've known that's how she was gonna react" You didn't want to show him that you were crying. But he knew you were, he always did.

"Hey, look at me. Her opinion is irrelevant. I'm proud of you, and she should be too" his doughy eyes brought a small smile to your lips. But it was wiped away as her words replayed in your head.

"I just wanted to make her proud of me. That's all I've been doing my entire life. It's never enough for her" A sigh fell from your lips, feeling your lungs tighten up. You tried to catch your breath, your tears not allowing you.

"Breath, it'll be okay. I promise" His body was warm as he pulled you into his chest. "You deserve better. She's not worth it. Alright? You're doing everything you can" he ran his hands through your hair, rubbing your back. "It's not enough. I'm not good enough for her" his baggy shirt soaked up your tears, mascara making your eyes sting.

"She doesn't know what she's talking about. You're the smartest person I know Y/n, you're so much stronger than I could ever be. I love you, don't let it get to you. She's just jealous of your accomplishments"

You found yourself calming down, your breath slowly getting back to normal. "Thanks, Eth, I don't know where I would be without you. You're too good for me" he moved your hair out of your face, wiping the tears that stained your face. "And you're too perfect for me! I don't know how I got so lucky"

"Shut up" your voice was mumbled, hiding a smile. "I love you, yea?" His thumb caressed your jawline, admiring your smile. "I love you too"

[male-yn-simping]

make an threesome about chad ethan an M/N

Better Late Than Never

Chad Meeks Martin x male reader x Ethan Landry

Warning: making out. Spicy, but no actual smut

You were supposed to be at Sam, Tara, and Quinn's apartment. Your friend group was meeting up for a game night. And you would have been on time, if it wasn't for the two very needy boys that you happen to have feelings for

You were over at there apartment, studying with Ethan for econ. You were struggling to focus on your work, instead, you found your focus stuck on Ethan. You couldn't help it. The way he put the tip of his pen in his mouth as his eyes scanned the words on his computer. The way his nose would scrunch up when something confused him. And especially the way he would bite his lip and groan when he realized there was more work to do.

The boy was unknowingly driving you insane. But someone else knew.

Chad was standing in the kitchen, a soda in hand, as he watched you and Ethan. Unlike Ethan, Chad wasn't oblivious. He caught the way you stared at Ethan, and he didn't fail to notice that you looked at him the same way. He seemed to be the only one to notice any of these though, because neither you or Ethan ever noticed his stares, and you never noticed Ethans.

Chad being the only one to know what was going on, he realized he was also the only one that would do anything about it. And he decided the night when all three of you had to be somewhere was a great time.

He walked over to where you sat at the table with a smirk on his face. He put his hands on the back of your chair and leaned down, unnoticed by a hyper focused Ethan, but you were very aware of his presence.

He leaned down so his mouth was by your ear, his warm breath fanning over your ear and neck, causing a blush to cover your cheeks.

"I know he's cute, but you're staring a lot, Y/N." He whispers in your ear. You're cheeks redden even more as your eyes widen.

"I-I don't... Don't know what you're talking about" You stumble over your words, your heart racing in your chest. Chad laughed lightly in response in a way that said he was calling bullshit. He pulls out his phone and pulls up the camera, putting it in your hand.

"If you take a picture it'll last longer" His voice is low and soft, his words flowing at smoothly.

At you're blushing, frozen, and now horny state, Chad coos teasingly and moves your hand to take the picture. The camera flashes as it captures Ethan in it's frame, which causes the boys head to snap up. He sees the two of you, the phone camera pointed at him, and blushes.

"W-what are you two doing?" He stutters. All you can do is stare with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. Chad continues to smirk though as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"We're just admiring how pretty you are, Eth." Chad teases, "Right, Y/N"

Not trusting yourself to speak, you just nod. Ethan sputters as he tries to respond but can't. So, with a teasing chuckle, Chad decides to show mercy.

"Y/N, I see the way you look at both me and E. Ethan, I see the way you look at me and Y/N. You're both to oblivious to see how I look at you two." Chad explains matter-of-factly. You and Ethan stare at each other in shock as you process Chads words.

"It's simple. We all want each other. We should do something about it" Chad finishes his explanation, standing up and moving his hand to rest on your shoulder, gently rubbing circles with his thumbs. Ethan nodded slowly as he took in Chads words and slowly closed his laptop. You looked from Ethan to Chad, eyes still wide as you take in the situation. As soon as you fully process what the fuck just happened, your quick to act. You turn, though the position is a bit awkward, and kiss Chad.

He is slightly caught off guard by the sudden initiative, but quickly gets ahold of himself and kisses back. The kiss doesn't last long as your back starts to hurt from the position. That and the way Ethan stares at you and Chad with wide doe eyes and gulps. Chad moves over to Ethan and kisses him. When he pulls away, he smirks over at you.

"Lets move to my room." Chad says and you and Ethan are quick to listen. As soon as you get in there, you're pushing Ethan onto the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him. You feel Chad find place standing behind you again, his head dropping to kiss up and down your neck, then Ethans.

When Ethan lets out a soft moan, Chad attacks the spot that triggered it. He pulls away with a proud smirk as he admires the mark he left before moving your face away from Ethans and kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his hands on your hips.

After a bit, you two pull away, breathing heavy, a string of saliva connecting your kiss swollen lips.

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A little over an hour later the three of you are laying on Chads bed. All of you are sweaty, breathing heavy and flushed red. Ethan and you lay tangled together we Chad cleans and cum on any of you off with a rag, his gentleness making your heart flutter.

"What time is it?" Ethan mumbles into your chest, but loud enough so he's still heard.

"Umm..." Chad trails off as he searches for a phone. When he does, the screen lights up his face and his eyes widen. "8:42"

"Oh shit!" You gasp, quickly sitting up and pulling Ethan up with you. "We were supposed to be there at 8"

"Shit, shit, shit" Chad mumbles as he passes you and Ethan your clothes off the floor and puts on his own. You all quickly scramble to get redressed and go over to the other's apartment. Chad moved a bit quicker than you an Ethan and walked into the apartment, getting stared at by Tara, Quinn, Sam, Mindy, Anika, and Danny.

"Hi. Sorry I'm late." He says awkwardly. "i was doing a couple things and got distracted"

Walking in after Chad, you and Ethan found an spot on the floor and sat down, holding hands.

"I'm 'a couple things'" You say with a grin.

"i'm 'got distracted'" Ethan follows, giggling softly as everyone stares in shock.

[shallah-insfelimna]

a cry for help from the near-forgotten and invisible people of gaza - DAY ???

hello again, i have returned briefly thanks to a new friend's allowing me to utilize their wifi hotspot- (thank you deranged_abberation2443 on reddit!!) and i wanted to also say thank you to everyone who has helped even by simply reblogging my prior posts as even if you are unable to donate, any amount of visibility is not only helpful but neccesary.

i come to you now happy to still be alive- head hurting from the explosions - despite the hell we have all endured so far- this morning we said our prayers and it was as if for a brief moment- nature itself stood with us- i reminded myself to admire the present moment for my sanity would wane without these small moments of gratitude.

we have endured.

it is far from over.

since last posting, i have known 5 people whom were incredibly close to me to either be killed in the rubble or succumb to their untreated wounds. it is hell on earth. in heaven, there is another gaza, one filled with our fallen friends and family, all smiling and happy and free- waiting with open arms for the rest of us to finally come home.

for us still tasked with our time here in gaza on earth- we absolutely still need your help. if there is anything you can do- do it. friends in the western world- protest, bring light to this hidden horror, call it what it is- a genocide. disturb the comfort and peace so easily used to forget the truth of your neighbors crying for help, disturb public events with cries of gaza' s need, it is not rude but necessary- tell anyone who will listen and shout it at those who will not- we need you our brothers and sisters of the human race. please help us be free from this rampant and horrific inhumane injustice to our people. we are victims of someone elses perception of wrongdoing. we have nothing to do with the people killing us, we are just being made an example for some unrelated and greedy or monsterous need.

if you can reblog this please do, visibility is essential. donations help immensely in any amount. i have had my dear american friend who is the very reason you are able to read this post now- to make me a new paypal account and if i am not mistaken a crowdfunding account of some sort as well- i give her my utmost thanks- without her i would be as most of the rest of my people are- invisible.

ok it turns out that paypal is being annoying as hell so im gonna have to ask for crypto currently as i have no other way of receiving the money.

DONATE HERE:

ETH: 0xD8819EE9179e839859C1410b544110dB9B5E8991

BTC: 3QDuXseMQTXRvh2dVmdjcbfFUj3DoL4nJu

SOL: Fi5d3X4Xzcxzw5gAstLmbaxf655xWzEsYm6Z5rgBiUjN

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i will also include the cashapp of my american friend though it is also probably going to be a bad move because like paypal its gonna shut down or lock which risks losing all donations. the best way to do it as of right now is more than likely through crypto. yay, the future? i still dont fully understand it but i know it works.

cashapp: $jaybeelerclt

once again thank you so much for your time, please donate if you can, it will help us survive. maybe even escape. i will stay until the very last drop of blood is shed though. my mother and brother were martyrs.

[liminals-angel]

heyo

name: Ayrton (or Moainel, work in progress tbh)

nicknames: Ari, Bee, that fucked up thing in the corner

I can see it in the air, every word was like a smoke from a cigarette

You were blowin' in your hands, the heater broke in the Oldsmobile

pronouns: it/its/itself

neopronouns (PLEASE USE THESE I'M BEGGING YOU):

ae/aes/aeself

avi/avis/aviself

spiri/spirs/spirself

ano/anomaly/anoself

gli/glitch/glitchself

sta/static/staticself

eth/ther/etherself

lim/liminal/limself

ana/analog/anaself

lap/lapi/lapisself

dim/dims/dimself

end/ender/enderself

neth/nether/netherself

I was stranded in the bed, you were listening to "The Dark Side of the Moon"

I could barely see your eyes, psilocybin in a hotel room

~ atheist ~ christians i am not your angel ~

i do have a past life, with a few blurry memories. i was some sort of warrior, fighting a war against something or someone. i used dual butterfly knives, made out of a titanium-like metal. i know i fought back-to-back to someone, and that we were closer than the atoms in the universe. i hope to meet them once more.

my true appearance isn't that of a typical angel. i have wings behind my ears, neck, back, lower back, wrists, and ankles. i have fluffy and silky white hair, along with sky blue eyes. i wear practical and dark clothes, made for battle.

i am somewhat of a liminal angel. i occasionally produce distortions, static, and glitches. i am most comfortable in abandoned or empty places, such as a school after hours, an empty Target *cough* blog plug *cough* go follow @its-target-official *cough* or anything along those lines.

And the light in your eyes, the waves on the ceiling

I'll be your brightside, baby, tonight, I'll be your brightsidе, baby, tonight... tonight

i am safe for those who wish to be known and unknown, those who wish only to be heard, and those who want their peace. i am a small power, but my shrine is hidden away from prying eyes.

my domain is the forgotten things, the static, and knives.

i prefer to worship, but i take offerings. secrets, hopes, and wishes. feathers and bones and meat. candles and fire. anything you wish to let go.

you may approach me about worship and offerings, as i wish for anyone to devote myself to.

You were tired of Tacoma, I was tirеd of believing we were right

Losing every other friend, finding nothing in the afterlife

my human form is boring. as fuck. brown hair, green eyes, vampire skin, slightly chubby, missing eyelashes. nothing special. i like comfy and dark clothes. i also like to wear earrings, although executive dysfunction hates me, so i don't wear them often.

i am bodily a minor, no NSFW interaction. i mean it.

i go to the hell commonly known as school.

i have diagnosed ADHD, autism, depression, and severe anxiety. i'm currently questioning having bipolar, but that's unimportant.

But the light in your eyes, alone on a feeling

I'll be your brightside, baby, tonight, I'll be your brightside, baby, tonight... Tonight

my hobbies are listening to music, playing saxophone, drawing, reading, scrolling, and interacting with C. AI an unhealthy amount.

i like the Lumineers, the Revivalists, Hozier, Mumford & Sons, Vitamin String Quartet, and a few other miscellaneous artists. my favourite songs are BRIGHTSIDE, A. M. RADIO, How We Move, Hopeless Wanderer, Stand Up, Winter Winds, and Blind Leading the Blind.

my favourite books are Racing in the Rain, Hell Followed With Us, and Under the Whispering Door. my favourite movies are Interstellar, Twisters, and one i cannot remember at the moment.

my fandoms are DC, Danny Phantom, MCYT, DSMP, analog horror, and FNAF.

youtubers i like are Wendigoon, 4 Plus, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot (i am not here to discuss the recent issues; abuse is abuse but for the lOVE OF GOD SEPARATE THE ART FROM THE ARTIST), and Sam & Colby.

You're stranded on the bridge, you're crying for your kids

I'll be your brightside, baby, tonight, tonight, tonight

tagging system:

#liminalsangel - general tag

#liminalari - liminal posts

#angelari - angel posts

#aridoesart - any art posted

#arireblogs - random non angel related posts

#arihasfriends - interacting with friends

#arishrine - self explanatory

#ariworship - also self explanatory

#important - non angel related posts but they’re important

will add more. Probably.

DNI: radqueers, TERFs, zionists, exclusionists, p3dos, racists, zoos, people who engage in discourse in any area, anti-furry, anti-therian/otherkin, conservatives interested in arguing about shit, and that kinda of stuff.

this blog is run by @ari-cant-think

friend tags: @bored-dromaeosaur, @tameable50

[theinsanecrayonbox]

New Era, New World, a New Wish! Hazel Wells was just your average girl. She grew up hearing stories of the old guard, the super heroes who had rose to prominence in the last World War, then as eth decades stretched on started to fall off as technology rose to meet the challenge. She always dreamed of one day meeting one of the few heroes who still remained active, never had she thought she'd be joining their ranks! That was until one day, when going to work with her father, she stumbled upon the (seemingly) long forgotten magical artifact that had once empowered the heroine Wander Gal. With but a touch and a word, young Hazel was mystically transformed into the new Wander Gal, a hew hero for he new age! How will the world react to thing young gun hitting the scene? And what will this mean for the status quo for those still around?

Muwahahahaaha! Welcome to Wishverse! Formally known as Earth E417, aka Marvel Lass' Earth. On this Earth, there was a calamity way back when, that caused a schism in the flow of magic and probably also skewed the influx of Wonderstones/Wonderworlders that visited the planet. This caused the Glamazons to (seemingly) be destroyed, leaving behind one lone artefact that held their collective power. This is the item that Sharron Karter found and used to become Wander Gal back in the day, but after her (death? retirement?) STAGE took possession of said artifact, and being unable to unlock it's powers, set it in their Vault.

As a result, WWII was a bit quicker, since there was less magic being tossed around. Thus, Albert Crocker was able to work on his Super Soldier serum better, using it on his wife Ada, and eventually a perfected version that was used on his granddaughter Maggie (Marvel Lass). But also as a result, there's less super heroes in the world. The Crockers are the main source of heroic forces in Canada.

Super Sonic grew up as STAGE's poster child for heroics, but hit huge burnout when he entered his later teens and dropped out of the public eye for several years before showing back up as a loose association to the European organization Paladin. He struggles trying to stay out of the public eye, especially with his more self destructive antics, which really makes one wonder how he and his civilian boyfriend Francis James (secretly the criminal Bull-E, associated with the international group BRAT) went so long not realizing who the other really was.

STAGE is the main source of heroics and tech in the Untied States (their main competition being the private commercial company DimmaCorp). Trisha Tang grew up with the remnants of the old guard, and had hoped to reintroduce young heroes to the world, but sadly only came into power after Sonic's self destruction. She made the choice to revive the Wonderworlder in stasis STAGE had on hand, and virtually adopted the young Chloe Carmichael as she helped guide her into being the new poster child for heroics, Powergal. Chloe is younger then Sanjay and Maggie in this case, since she was woken up later, and feels even more alienated from the people she's meant to protect.

STAGE also has several funders and subsidiaries, one of which being The Gallifax Institute, where Hazel's father works, and where the Vault holding the Wander Gal artefact was housed (amongst other things). Hazel went to work with him one day, got separated, and found the artifact which responded to her. Thus she became the new Wander Gal, and it's a race to try to guard her secret identity, make friends with the other heroes, and save the day.

Also points to note (that I have figured out so far...sorta):

Chester is most likely a member of BRAT

DimmaCorp and West Industries are also big name companies

PROTECT and Paladin are one entity (PROTECT might be Canadian)

There might be no Cleavelandlantians? Or they're completely cut off from the surface world (maybe they're replaced by Kennueth's people...)

Hazel IS 10, but since she Shazams/She-Zows into Wander Gal, she ages up to late teens/early-mid 20s to match the other super teens

And to round it off, here's Powergal's full bodied art;

Happy FanExpo Canada Weekend! lol

[bidentrumprematch]

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[zealouscanonindeer]

Number one from the “I still” prompt list!

Thank you @potionsprefect for the ask! I hope you like this.

(My prompt list is here, feel free to send in any ask, even if it isn't included in the list.)

He's Home.

Synopsis: Even after 2 months, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Category: Angst.

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Aspen groaned, throwing herself face first onto her bed, the blow of her fall softened by the comforter. The blow to her heart, was an entire different matter. Hope still faintly lingering at the edges of her broken heart, she reached for her phone, her eyes greeted by only silence from him.

She threw the phone, it landed on the night stand with a loud thud as she almost screamed in frustration, hot tears building as her muffled sobs echoed through her room.

It had been four days now since she heard, she refused to believe it at first. He wouldn't. That changed to he couldn't. Now all she was left with was how could he.

After everything that had happened, with the trial, with them. She knew he cared, atleast she had thought he did. She seriously doubted whether he meant anything he said when she walked into Edenbrook's doors once again.

She raced up the stairs, too impatient to wait for an elevator. He pushed Ethan's office door without caring to knock. It had been two days since her trial, she had tried calling Ethan, even left a few messages but received no reply.

She needed to talk to him but was greeted by his absence, uncharacteristic for him to be late, she rounded the corner towards the wards, stumbling into Naveen.

"Dr Kallie! What is the hurry? "

"Um.. Nothing.. I'm just looking for Eth.. Dr Ramsey, I have an important case to discuss. "

Naveen's eyes turned sympathetic before he continued, his words freezing her, sorrow creeping up her limbs.

Amazon.. Fucking Amazon

She sniffled against the pillows, his strong masculine scent filling her. She sat up instantly, reaching down the bed to pull out his tshirt he had lent her after their first time together.

It smelled of him, she was grasped by the memories of the night of the trial. The way his body pushed against her, how he filled all her senses, the way she felt so secure and protected in his embrace.

How they lay tangled together on her bed, the way his hand gently rubbed her back, tracing patterns on her hip, pulling her closer..

Now she felt suffocated, by the pain she trusted him never to cause her. And yet here she was, discarded, and left behind without so much as a word.

She grabbed her phone once again, staring at his contact photo, whispering.. I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase.

Suddenly rage building up at her failed romance and broken heart, she yanked his shirt over her head, followed by her sheets and pillowcases, all lying in a heap on the floor. She stared at them as her futile actions to remove the traces of him stood before her. She could change the sheets but what about the memories of his touch imprinted on her skin. His cerulean gaze and rich laugh, the tenderness of his words. They followed her. Maybe they would, forever.

2 months later...

"Penny. "

She dug her nails into his arm, his shirt crumbling against her grip. He clung desperately onto him, his warmth seeped through her, his heart hammering against her.

With her other hand she grasped onto his neck, his soft hair against her palm.

"It's okay. I'm here. "

And then she knew, it was a dream. She couldn't bring herself to admit it, open her eyes, break the spell, instead she let the fantasy ride over her, focusing on only the unmistakable sense of him.

"Penny."

"Yes." She whispered as the warmth ebbed put of her. She forced herself to it bring back but it only grew more distant.

"Rookie." His voice echoed as her mind played tricks on her.

"Rook.. "

She snapped up from her reverie, the comforter cool against her flushing body. She stared at her vanity, the coffee mug sitting on it since six weeks. She loathed having it sit there, yet for the life of her she couldn't bring herself to part with it.

He had.stood against the furniture, mug in hand, slowly bringing it to his soft kissable lips as he stared at her, lying in bed. She beckoned him closer, irresistible to her need. He smiled, placing the mug down and whispering.

"So fucking beautiful."

She groaned as his words flooded her, no matter what she did she couldn't move on. Every touch reminded her of the lack of his, every date reminded her of what she missed, everything reminded her of what she lost.

In her dazed state, she carried on with her day, just like always. She entered Donahue, spotting her friends and sliding into an empty seat. Their chatter continued as she disconnected from her surroundings.

".. and he's back after fighting the epidemic in Amazon. " Sienna's voice pulled her to reality.

He's back.

As if on cue, a tall figure donning olive green jacket walked in. He looked thinner, this face drawn with tired eyes and sporting a neatly trimmed beard. The blue of his eyes that haunted her remained intact. Her eyes snapped up and locked with the those of Ethan Ramsey, standing at the entrance of the bar.

He's back.. He's home.

He slowly walked towards her and for the first time in those agonizing weeks, she heard the rich timber of his.

".. Rookie. "

And then she knew, she was doomed. This was it for her. She could never love anyone ever again. Ethan Ramsey had walked into her life and ruined her for anyone else.

[elisysd]

My place is yours 

Masterlist

A year and two months after Paris

Ethan and Julia - 25 years old

Ethan looked at Julia, his sweater fitting her body so well, it was like it belonged to her as she was preparing breakfast in his kitchen. She had spent every single day of the winter break at his place, with him. She had come over to celebrate their first anniversary and had never left. And quite frankly he had done everything he could to make her stay. But she had not complained. Nothing much had changed in a year, despite that he was more in love with her than ever. And she was too, not failing to tell him or to show him, in front of thousands of people or in the dark of his room. The season would be starting soon, the car was showing very encouraging results and he felt more at ease with everything and everyone. The new year was bringing him new perspectives and new hopes.

He stood up from his couch, slowly moving behind her as she was making coffee and hugged her, kissing the back of her head as he felt her relaxing against him. She belonged there. In his arms, in his life, in his flat. His flat was becoming her own and she had started to leave a few things here and there, on purpose or not. He didn’t mind. He loved finding little stickers on the floor that she had left falling from her notebooks or her toothbrush, right next to his in the bathroom. It felt normal. It felt right.

His heart fell as he thought the little bubble they had created throughout the winter would soon burst. He didn’t want to go back to normality, even if he was still excited. He turned on the stereo as soft jazz music started to fill the room and looked at the window. It was sunny outside, a few people were out, casually strolling the empty streets. Maybe later on, Julia and he could be one of those couples. He felt a mug of hot coffee being poured next to him and a hand sneaking around his chest, resting casually right where his heart was beating and a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I love mornings like this.” she whispered against his back as he held her hands, drawing small patterns with his thumb.

“I love them too.”

“I’ll miss them. Waking up in a hotel doesn’t feel the same.”

And suddenly, he imagined her not being there the rare times he would be home and he felt like suffocating.

“You don’t have to miss them. You could stay here.”

“You don’t want me around you?” she asked, confused.

He turned towards her, taking both of her hands in his and looked at her right in the eyes.

“No, I still want you around. Unless you don’t want to anymore and that would be okay… I meant here. In this flat. Permanently.”

“Are… are you asking me to move in with you?” she stuttered.

“Let’s face it, Julia. You’re here most of the time when it’s not a race week, and when you’re not, we’re with your parents. You wouldn’t have to bring your bag whenever you want to stay here and you could have a real workspace. I can make the necessary arrangements.”

“It’s a big step in our relationship.”

“We’re already living together. Let’s just make it official. But if you need time to think it through…”

“I don’t need time, Eth. I just felt a bit overwhelmed but, of course I want to move in with you.” she smiled.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding back before taking her in his arms to make her spin. When Julia announced it to her parents the only surprise came from the fact that they had taken this much time to make the move. They both were happy, offering their help in whatever form suited them best. But Louis wasn’t as happy as his parents, locking himself in his room, breaking both Julia and Ethan’s hearts.

“Louis, buddy… open up please.” Ethan begged him as Julia was softly knocking.

“No. You’re abandoning me. I don’t want to see you.”

“We don’t, Louis… we love you.” Julia replied.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t leave me.”

“You can come to our place whenever you want.” Ethan said.

“I wasn’t there a lot anymore, Louis. It doesn’t change anything.”

“Yes, it does! Because it means your room will be empty. And you won’t have your things here anymore. It will be like you don’t exist. And you will forget me. You will have your life with Ethan and you will stop caring.”

Julia was about to reply but Ethan was faster. In a firm grip, he opened Louis’ door wide before stepping in. The now seventeen years old was sitting on the floor, furiously writing down what seemed to be guitar chords, in a frantic way.

“Listen to me. We’re not abandoning you, I need my tennis partner and Julia needs her brother. It’s not because she decides to leave that it means she will stop caring. We are building our life together, a future. A future in which you will always fit.”

“You’re still taking my sister away from me. She is choosing you.”

“She can’t stay with you forever. And you need to learn to be an adult. And adults make choices in life according to what they think is best. It doesn’t mean it’s easy or not hard to do.”

Louis glared at him before putting his headphones on, adjusting his glasses before showing them his back, indicating that the conversation was over. It’s sad that they left Julia’s household and as soon as they got into Ethan’s Lamborghini, she broke down.

“You were a bit harsh with him…”

“You should stop treating him like a kid. He is old enough to be considered as an adult. He is starting uni soon. Did he choose his degree, by the way?”

“Musicology. And yeah, I know you’re right… it’s just. He’s my baby brother. And I didn’t expect him to react this way. I thought he would be happy.”

“Give him time.” he told her, kissing the side of her head before starting the car.

The next few days were all about Julia packing her stuff at her parents with the help of her dad and Ethan. Louis being nowhere to be seen or ignoring her when they were crossing each other’s paths. Most of the time he was outside, in the little cabin where his piano and now guitars were stocked. It was only when she finished putting her boxes in Ethan’s car that Louis finally got out to say goodbye and to apologize.

“You always have your place in my life. I’m always one call away, no matter the distance, Louis.”

“Can I still come when I want, if you’re here?” he asked.

“You’re always welcome. Just text before, okay?”

He nodded and Julia took him in her arms, kissing his cheek. Ethan smiled. Louis was now way taller than Julia and would probably be taller than Ethan soon. But still, with his lanky figure he looked like a kid, uncomfortable in his own body.

“I’m sorry I said you were taking my sister away from me. I didn’t really mean it. I still see you tomorrow for tennis, right?” Louis shyly asked.

“Of course.”

Coming back to what was now their home, still full of boxes as Julia was still figuring out where to put what. He had never seen it so full. A colorful blanket was now thrown over his couch, a plant was near the tv, cushions were on the two armchairs, new bedsheets were folded in the dresser but what struck him the most was the new frame on the console in the entrance. He took it in his hands, and traced the contour with a nostalgic smile. It was a picture of him, Julia and Louis, one of the very first they had taken.

“I thought it was only fair to add pictures of the people we love…” she explained.

“You’re right. It’s definitely the first of many. maybe we could add a big frame on the wall and fill it with a picture whenever we make a new happy memory with someone. We could go buy one.”

“I was thinking of buying little decorations, to make it more lively. Maybe one or two frames? We could put one above the tv, and one where we have the dining table. What do you think?”

“I love how it starts to be our home and not my flat, anymore. And everything you want.”

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Native Spectre v2 Exploit (CVE-2024-2201) Found Targeting Linux Kernel on Intel Systems

Cybersecurity researchers have unveiled what they claim to be the "first native Spectre v2 exploit" against the Linux kernel on Intel systems, potentially enabling the leakage of sensitive data from memory. The exploit, dubbed Native Branch History Injection (BHI), can be used to extract arbitrary kernel memory at a rate of 3.5 kB/sec by circumventing existing Spectre v2/BHI mitigations, according to researchers from the Systems and Network Security Group (VUSec) at Vrije Universiteit Amsterdam. The vulnerability tracked as CVE-2024-2201, was first disclosed by VUSec in March 2022, describing a technique that can bypass Spectre v2 protections in modern processors from Intel, AMD, and Arm. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24HcE1rDMdo While the attack leveraged extended Berkeley Packet Filters (eBPFs), Intel's recommendations to address the issue included disabling Linux's unprivileged eBPFs. However, the new Native BHI exploit neutralizes this countermeasure by demonstrating that BHI is possible without eBPF, affecting all Intel systems susceptible to the vulnerability. The CERT Coordination Center (CERT/CC) warned that existing mitigation techniques, such as disabling privileged eBPF and enabling (Fine)IBT, are insufficient in stopping BHI exploitation against the kernel/hypervisor. "An unauthenticated attacker can exploit this vulnerability to leak privileged memory from the CPU by speculatively jumping to a chosen gadget," the advisory stated. The disclosure comes weeks after researchers detailed GhostRace (CVE-2024-2193), a variant of Spectre v1 that combines speculative execution and race conditions to leak data from contemporary CPU architectures. It also follows new research from ETH Zurich that unveiled a family of attacks, dubbed Ahoi Attacks, that could compromise hardware-based trusted execution environments (TEEs) and break confidential virtual machines (CVMs) like AMD Secure Encrypted Virtualization-Secure Nested Paging (SEV-SNP) and Intel Trust Domain Extensions (TDX). In response to the Ahoi Attacks findings, AMD acknowledged the vulnerability is rooted in the Linux kernel implementation of SEV-SNP and stated that fixes addressing some of the issues have been upstreamed to the main Linux kernel. Read the full article

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Match Review: Manchester United 4-3 Liverpool (AET)

My heart. I can't. United are off to Wembley, and I'm off to hospital because I think i'm dying.

BRACE FOR A LOAD OF TWEET REFERENCES TOO.

United struck early at Old Trafford and it FELT like it would be our day. We were playing free flowing football, not that Liverpool weren't at the races, but we looked like a rival not an underdog.

Mainoo class, Rashford sharp, Garnacho drawing defenders, Hojlund holding up the ball, Bruno dictating play, McTominay... being saucey... and then bang he scores. SCENES.

This pressure lasted til around the 40th minute and then United fell apart and conceded 2. Classic.

Freddy here queries the focus, but as the image below shows, United without a proper no6 like Casemiro (because McSauce ain't that) are just two disconnected attack/defence units and it's pants.

Mainoo should be an 8. Bruno IS a 10. McTominay is a 10. Mount is an 8. Maybe Amrabat wouldn't have been the right choice, but he would have filled this pocket.

It's tricky for Ten Hag though. McTominay is an ENGINE and evidently committed, and scores important goals, even if he isn't an ideal fit. It's tricky to not pick deserving players.

The hope had faded at the end of the first half, and things were a bit sour. United looked knackered, were showing the cracks of this season all over again, and that frustration was coming out in the form of Captain Bruno's petulence.

I don't personally thing Erik Ten Hag wants United to be so disconnected. I just also think his team NEEDS a ball-playing CB (we only have Martinez) and a proper 6 (ageing Case, unfancied Amra). Two crucial positions to be filled, and that's ignoring the zero depth at CF and the issues form or injury issues at RW/LB.

Second half saw a second chance for United, and none other than substitute Antony scored the equaliser. What.

ETH went full Ranieri tinkerman mode too.

Antony LB, Bruno quarterback, Eriksen deep, Amad on, Mount on later... a full madness occurred and it was amazing.

Praise came through from the fans too - even amidst the tension. Onana had a very good game, Garnacho was everywhere, Mainoo so classy on the ball... hard to call out anyone being poor.

Then of course United conceded yet another deflected goal...

But before that 2-3 position, United COULD have won it at the death in normal time if Rashford had finished - and it wasn't his only missed chance.

The storyline loves a twist and turn though. 3-3 Rashford.

United are on adrenaline now. Buzzing. The Old Trafford atmosphere is fever pitch. Everyone's knackered, cramping, puffing like old dogs, but still both sides battled on. A proper cup showdown.

Fans on both sides were beginning to feel sick.

At 3 all, everyone feared the worst: penalties. You can't deny though that today's game was the pinnacle of a mad weekend of FA Cup football. City Newcastle aside, we had the shock turnaround of Coventry beating Wolves, Chelsea Leicester going the distance, and now United Liverpool. Sensational viewing.

As the end of extra time loomed, Liverpool's attack was broken down and the counter was on. Garnacho - who it felt like had sprinted all game long - and Amad alongside. Two kids against the world, tearing it down the pitch. Shit pass from Alejandro, recovered well by Amad, slight feint, step, weasels it past Kelleher and gently in off the inside of the right post like a snooker finish.

That's all in slow motion, but the crowd and the explosion of noise was like we'd just won at life. Volume. Kids crying with joy. Amad sent off for taking his shirt off to celebrate. Amad-ness. Amazing.

And lo, United did win 4-3 at the death at home to book a semi final at Wembley against Coventry. Not that lower teams have been easier (hi Newport) but I also have more faith in Chelsea of the 3 of us to hurt City.

So yeah, Klopp's hopes of a fairytale season ending are over. I love shit like that. Ruining the party is part of the fun of it all.

We're all knackered, but we're all buzzing. This weekend has been mint, and how often can you say that about a United game eh? Up the fucking reds, and on to Wembley!