#This has been running through my mind for months

[ill0usainte]

CALL GIRL ON THE WAY! pt. 1

pairings: doctor!zayne x nurse!reader

cw: masturbation, thoughts of being inside of a pussy, virgin!zayne

Leaning against his chair, Zayne sighed. It had been a couple of minutes since he'd been staring at the link Dr. Greyson sent him. His eyes trailed over the message on his phone.

Greyson: You might like this, Dr. Zayne.

Greyson sent an attachment:

"Call Girl Fantasy: Make your erotic desires come true!"

Zayne scoffed at Greyson's message, sending a suggestive attachment during work hours. He knew his colleague was only trying to help. As a 27-year-old virgin, Zayne still didn't have a lover. His parents had been pestering him every visit asking if he finally has a lover, but Zayne would brush the topic away, saying he was busy with work.

He knew his parents were worried about him not taking care of himself, working late every time. Zayne understood their concern, but he felt like he was off-putting when it came to starting a relationship. He knew, many women at the hospital had taken an interest in him, especially his patients. However, he always brushed them away, focusing on being their doctor.

Zayne exhaled, turning off his phone and placing it on his desk. He relaxed his back against the chair, closing his eyes, and running a hand through his hair. He was tired of the new surgeries coming in, making his schedule packed.

Feeling stressed, the message popped up in his mind again. He scorned the attachment, finding it unamusing.

"Make your erotic desires come true," He muttered.

"Only desperate people would want that."

He found it immature for people to be desperate about fulfilling their sexual desires. He does it too, but not often-- just jacking off in his car in an empty parking lot to relieve stress.

However, Zayne did imagine what it would feel like to be inside of a warm tight pussy. He knew using his hand wasn't enough to make him cum. Sometimes, when he gets frustrated while stroking his aching cock, he would stop mid-way, panting heavily, still feeling his cock harden.

Resting his head against the steering wheel-- feeling the heat rise up through his body. He'd wait until his cock softens so he could go back to the hospital.

Poor him:(

Zayne pushed his thoughts away when he heard a knock outside his office. He cleared his throat, fixed his posture, grabbed a pen, and started signing paperwork, as if he hadn't been imagining what it felt to be inside of someone seconds ago.

"Come in," He replied, eyes glued to his paperwork.

You stepped inside, holding important documents from the cardiac department.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Zayne," You greeted him, closing the door behind you. Zayne pushed back his glasses, putting down his pen, and lifting his head to look at you.

"Good afternoon, Nurse Y/N," He greeted back, making you smile as you nodded in acknowledgement.

You were one of the new nurses who transferred to the hospital a few months ago. As a newcomer, you quickly rose through the ranks in the cardiac department, catching Zayne's attention. You both communicated a bit during acquaintance parties the hospital held every month, but you weren't close. However, you could tell the doctor had taken an interest in you.

"I'm here to drop off some documents from the department," You said, placing them on his desk. Zayne nodded, taking the documents from your hands. Your hands brushed against each other, and you quickly removed yours, letting out a chuckle.

Zayne raised a brow in response, looking at you. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.

You shook your head, smiling. "No, Dr. Zayne."

Zayne clicked his tongue, looking you up and down before shaking his head lightly. You cleared your throat and spoke, "I'll be taking my leave now." He nodded, watching you walk away and head to the exit of his office.

Once the door closed, Zayne sighed, taking his glasses off and placing them on his desk. He grabbed his phone, leaning against his chair, and turning it on. His thumb swiped the screen, and Greyson's message popped up. His eyes trailed on the attachment that was sent, moving his thumb-- hesitating.

Click.

Just a new idea I've come up lol

[grison-in-space]

Hello!

Since my elderly cat just died, I’m starting to bat around the idea of seriously training an at-home service cat. Pesterbot, routine nudges, maybe as much grounding pressure as they can give me (time for a big fluffy boy?), and if they pick up on med-alert cues, great.

I’ve chatted with the local rescue already - I figure I want one cat whose early life and temperament have set them up for secure attachment and assertiveness, and another to be a buddy for them, ok if they’re more skittish of humans. Ideally ~6-8 mo so the adult personality has started to show but I still have some relatively early socialization window.

Any thoughts on rescue vs breeder, breed, how to look for a breeder who *actually* values temperament and health, the odds of known ancestors and a known-good early life making that much of a difference? I’m liking the look of the forest cats (especially NFCs and Siberians) but also, $$$$ (though with a purebred cost is probably just something to plan for)? Or anything I’m missing in thinking through this?

No, I think you've hit just about everything that occurs to me. With a purebred cat(s), you're dealing with a history of selection that might be a little curtailed, which means you'll want to look for genetic disorders known to run in that line of cats and also that you will want to cross-reference opinions from multiple people in the breed if you can. With a rescue cat, you're looking at a whole lot of unknowns that can be really hard to predict, especially with respect to temperament at maturity.

I am not sure that NFCs or Siberians are the best temperamental range for that kind of work, though: you want an opinionated and socially oriented cat, and my understanding of the reputation of the forest cats is that they're like... slightly more active Ragdolls? I'd ping in @pangur-and-grim and @followthebluebell for assessments of breed temperaments. You're also going to want a relatively active cat who is interested in watching what you're doing and responding to your environment: remember, you'd be paying this cat to come interact with you when you're stuck / when an alarm goes off, and you'll have the most success with that if your cat likes thinking and moving with you.

This is also the sort of cat my spouse and I like best--active, bold, interested in interaction, easily bored--and we've been eyeing up some potential purebred options as well as considering rescue after, well, my last rescue kitten developed severe pica at around six months. That's less likely to happen to you with a 6-9mo adolescent kitten--I got Arthur at 10 weeks and he was obviously neurodivergent in some way by then, if only by virtue of his blindness--but it was pretty catastrophic for his ability to have unfettered access to me, for example.

From my perspective, the biggest benefit of purebred cats are that a lot of the cat breeds have selected clearly for specific ranges of temperament over time. It's definitely going to be easier to find someone else going "a bossy, energetic cat who wants to be Interacting With You frequently? boy howdy, I'd love that!" among the ranks of, well, Serious Cat People.... which includes a lot of cat breeders, but not a ton of cat owners. A lot of people seem to pick cats based on color, proximity, and kitten cuteness, which still blows my mind a bit coming from dogs!

I can tell you straight up that the best way to pick a rescue cat by temperament is to (ideally) aim for a foster based rescue, contact an adoption coordinator directly, and explain that you are looking for a cat based on personality rather than based on looks, that you're looking for a fairly high-demand cat, and ask them if any candidates come to mind. (My experience is that not caring about appearance and being open to cats which are not very young kittens motivates those coordinators to think of their favorite individual cats to suggest.)

You could also look for local cat trainers in your area--a specialty that is getting increasingly popular! look near veterinary behaviorists or cat-only vets--and see if they have recommendations, since they probably have a lot of experience with high-demand cats and people who invest a lot into their cats in your area. Basically, find yourself a way to talk to people who have interacted with a lot of the cats locally up for adoption, especially because the ideal temperament for a service cat is not necessarily going to be everyone else's cup of tea for a pet cat.

I can tell you that a big chunk of the people I have found actively breeding for that kind of temperament are involved with the various wildcat cross breeds, particularly Bengals (which is where I'd start rather than Savannahs or Chausies, personally: it's easier to find F5+ individuals, especially if you're looking for people who are really interested in breeding for trainability). My sense with the purebreds based on my reading is that Abyssinians or, if you can find them, Havana Browns might also be worth a look.

Consider if and when approaching a breeder or rescue: what are you going to do if one or both potential cats wash out of service work? Would you rehome them and try again? (To whom?) Would you keep them as ESAs and add a third cat? The natural concern that a lot of people will have about being approached for a service animal, especially one like a cat, is "what happens if it doesn't work out?" I think your plan is to go "well then I still have pet cats," but that should be clear to your potential cat sources, too.

But anyway, that's why I tagged Greer and Bluebell: both of them have way more personal experience with cat breeders and purebred cats than I do, and I think they'd be good resources if you want to aim in a more purpose-bred direction.

[thebrokengate]

LEWISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

Sorry. Sorry! Reflex. 😅

Anyway, I just want to say now that I've had time to review this video this morning, HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO WELL DONE! Your readings of the queer subtext in this game are so well put together, and I also have to thank you for adding in the parts about the Don Quixote story as someone who hasn't read it and never got to know the book that made Luis into the character that he is. I found myself nodding along in agreement as well to your reading of Krauser as I consider myself, after spending multiple months after the game came out studying him like a bug under a microscope, to probably be one of the most knowledgeable people about his character and his queer coding. There are a couple things I want to add if you don't mind me doing so though!

Not only does Krauser have the "Anything to make the pretty boy feel special!" line, he also has another line that's either next to impossible to trigger or has been deleted where he tells Leon, "You rely on those pretty blues too much!" And though I can't find a clip of him saying it anywhere on video (and trust me I've tried like. every playthrough that exists on YouTube ever and if you or anyone else finds one PLEASE SEND IT TO ME I NEED IT FOR. reasons.), it is said in this collection of his lines from the game at 2:50. I'm also going to warn you before you click- volume warning because the first line that comes up is Krauser yelling "DIEEEEE" like a death metal singer and it blew out my eardrums the first time I clicked it. Please help me, I am in pain.

More on Krauser: remember when Leon says right after Luis dies, "You won't get away with this, Krauser"? Well... somebody please tell me why Leon tries to or at least thinks about leaving the fight multiple times during the arena boss battle then? The first time it happens is in the opening cutscene after Krauser says, "I've been waiting for you, rookie" where Leon's already looking for a path to escape before Krauser poses the question, "Worried about the girl, is that it?" (and then he says "That's just like you. You've always had poor judgment" which can be taken in.. a number of ways LOL. Is his judgment poor for trying to save everyone or for going after women instead of men- *gunshot sound*) When the battle kicks off, Krauser says, "Better run, rookie!" to which Leon replies, "Not like I have a choice." Which.. he absolutely has another choice: to fight back. Krauser comments several times about how shaky and unsteady Leon is while facing him, and even says, "What's wrong? Show no mercy!" He knows Leon doesn't want to do this and Leon comments multiple times in both fights against Krauser how Krauser isn't leaving him much choice but to fight him and he can't believe that Krauser is actually making him do this. The next time Leon tries to leave, it's right before Krauser uses his newfound power in las plagas to turn one arm into a weapon (before inevitably doing it to both). "Are we done here, Krauser?" Leon asks. Which makes me wonder. Uh- if he really was done, would Leon just let him walk away at this point? Krauser again comments here how Leon is too soft to do what's necessary - put Krauser out of his misery - and attacks again, knocking Leon down into the labyrinth. The final time that Leon tries to get away, he runs for the drawbridge that closes up on him and the look of pain on his face before Krauser jumps down behind him is.. it's just sad. He's tried multiple times to get away, but now he really has no choice. Every time he tries to run away, something else stops him, and now he has to go through with killing Krauser. Even when Krauser's down, he hesitates to do so for so long and had so much trouble doing so that originally, from what Mike Kovac said, Krauser was going to put his hand on Leon's on the knife to guide him to kill him but they couldn't do that because both of Krauser's arms were mutated (linking the video here. never forget what they took from us.. at 3:07:41). And I think it's worth noting too that this is the only fight where Leon tries so hard to get away. Right after this is the Saddler fight and Leon remarks, "I'll make sure you're the next to go, Saddler" and actually does it without trying to leave once. For the duration of the entire fight, Leon flip flops back and forth between trying to leave and trying to reason with Krauser, and it's such a testament to Leon's character how even after all Krauser has done, he still wants to save him (in fact, neither one of these idiots [affectionate] really wanted to kill each other and you can tell in Krauser's responses to actually killing Leon and the way he plays with his food in the first fight like you said - but it ended in death anyway).. and Leon looking back at Krauser's body in the end like a lost puppy utterly destroys me every time.

Going into a little bit about the parallels of RE2R to RE4R, every character and every boss has parallels to each other. Mendez is like the new Mr. X, some of the boss movements of Krauser in the final fight after he's mutated resemble the stage 1 Birkin fight's movements (specifically they both can grab Leon's head and both have mutations starting with the arms), even something as simple as the Garradors paralleling the Lickers - both unable to see but can hear you and are very quick to kill you with their long claws or something that resembles claws. So it's only natural that certain character dynamics parallel too. When RE4R first came out, I saw some people say that "Luis is the new Marvin Branagh" but I disagree. I think that role rather goes to Krauser - in an equal but opposite way. Both Marvin and Krauser were people meant to train and lead Leon in his line of work, Marvin as his lieutenant and Krauser as his major. They also both refer to Leon as "rookie", and Krauser taught Leon to fight with a knife, just as you receive a combat knife from Marvin in RE2R. Equal characters, but opposites. So no, I think Luis actually instead parallels Ada. At least for Leon. Why? He has a shady past, having worked with Umbrella, much like Ada has a shady past running missions for Wesker as a mercenary. He appears and disappears multiple times, leaving and rejoining Leon just like Ada did in RE2R. And there's a moment where he dies, just the way Leon originally thought Ada did at the end of RE2R except this time Luis actually does die. But what's changed here? Luis was on a mission of redemption, dying a better man than he was before, unlike in RE2R where it ends with Ada and Leon turning on each other before Ada seemingly falls to her death. They're both wounded by a third party - Ada being shot by Annette and Luis being stabbed by Krauser - as well. So if that's not more to the queer coding of Luis, I don't know what is. But I also want to elaborate on my "at least for Leon" point because, even though it's irrelevant to the queer coding, Luis acts as a parallel in Ada's story to Leon. She has to save him, he gets himself into trouble all the time, his heart is often bigger than his brain, he's the one she wants to get her the amber, she pushes him away when he tries to care for her like Leon did in RE2R... the works. Luis was a second chance for both of them to make amends with their Raccoon City past together.

Last thing to note, just... Why is there so much BDSM in this game? Jeezaloo!

But that's just a fun addition, lmao.

Anyway, this video was so good and thank you so much for sharing it with the world! :)

hi happy re4 20th. here's a 50 minute long video to celebrate it

[pan-kojiwa]

✮⋆˙ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮? ˙⋆✮

[𝘊𝘞] ➻ 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦.

You hum cheerfully as you open the café. It’s actually 6am— way too early too be this cheerful— the café normally opens at 7:30, but you don’t mind coming a bit early. In fact you absolutely love working in the morning. At first, not so much because you like sleeping in, but now? Absolutely. A little squeal escapes you as you glance at your watch— he’s coming soon. You cover your face with both your hands to hide the dumb excited smile creeping on your lips.

Okay, first, you need to tidy up a bit. You put your things away in the staff room and start sorting out the supplies. Normally, you're supposed to have a coworker who opens with you, but for about a month and a half now, he's always late. Well to be fair you do open way too early but by 6:30 you guys have to be there to open and tidy a bit and then open anyway. Yet for some reason he keeps saying that the boss personally changed his schedule so he starts at 7:30 instead. Of course you know that’s bullshit. But for now you put up with it— only because it benefits you though. Otherwise you would already have reported his lazy ass to your manager by now.

Anyway let’s not think about that. Plus there’s not much stuff to do besides putting stuff where there’re supposed to go.

Crouching down in front of the drawer where the straws where stored, you suddenly shot up when you heard the doorbell ring. You knew it couldn't be your coworker yet— it was only 7:00. Meaning— it’s him!! The one you were waiting for since earlier!

Oh my GOOOD!! You squeal inside.

He is here!!

This man was probably the most handsome— the most gorgeous— the most beautiful human being that you’ve ever seen. His figure is slender yet fit, you can definitely see his defined muscle under his shirt. His auburn hair was a bit messy, with a flattened fringe on top of the rest. Somehow it suits him very well— still, you could actually die to see him with his bang down— and his jawline— Oh. My. God. His razor sharp jawline. This man is so fucking hand—

“- Hello?” His impassive voice brings you back from your fantasy.

“ - Oh...” You lower your head, slightly embarrassed.

Fuck— I stared for too long, god I’m so dumb!

It’s actually been a month and a half that you’ve been secretly drooling over this man. He comes here every day to order the same thing— and that before the official opening too, which he technically isn’t allowed to do, but at this point you don’t even care anymore.

Okay— it was the first time that you embarrass yourself like that— but damn who can blame you? He’s so fine…

“ - Hello, what can I get for you?” You say trying to save face with your best customer service smile.

He raise an eyebrow giving you a skeptical look. From the first day that you served him, he would only take an espresso. And you’ve memorized this long ago, to the point where he didn’t even have to ask anything anymore. Usually this transaction is a silent one. Yet now you were trying to pretend. You couldn’t possibly have forgotten— he was literally the only one coming this early.

Fuck… Another mistake.

He sighed softly before quickly putting a hand on the counter in front of you.

Oh my god, he has veiny hands—ugh, how perfect can he get??

“ - Look at me.”

There’s one thing about him that you really, really find attractive, and it’s his eyes. His eyes… Beautiful, sumptuous turquoise orbs.

Your heart hammering inside your chest, you finally locks your eyes into his gaze.

A shiver instantly run through your spine as he stares you down with so much intensity that you can almost feel your legs give out. However, you always loved his cold gaze on you… it’s fascinating. Today though, is the first time you get lost into it, to the point where you never wanna leave. You feel vulnerable— naked under his gaze— but you don’t care at this point. It feels right. Like he could see through your very soul, like an open book. And the more he stares, the more you wants him to never stop looking at you.

His cold eyes which usually show little to no emotion… for some reason, feel different. You can’t quite explain it but you sense a shift in his gaze when another shiver runs through you.

“ - You seem distracted today” He says slowly blinking his eyes, pulling you out of your trance.

“ - S-Sorry… I’ll get you order right away!” Your breath hitch as you see the shadow of a smirk on the man’s lips.

When you finish preparing his order, you turn toward him and he looks at you searching for your eyes. You even catch a playful look in his eyes, but with your heart already racing in your chest, you can’t afford to get lost in his turquoise orbs again. You won’t survive. Dramatic, but true.

As you shyly hand him his order, your fingers brush against his, sending a shock electric through you.

With a sudden burst of confidence you speak stuttering a little.

“ - Hu— how…!”

“ - Yes?”

“ - I… Can I have your name?”

You squeak flustered, yet he chuckles, immediately reaching inside of his pocket’s shirt with his free hand— pulling a business card out of it.

He hands it to you.

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞… You read out loud.

The name rolls off your tongue, and goosebumps run from your head to your toes. He gives you a soft smile before heading to the door with his coffee. And at the same time the door bell rings. It’s your coworker, he’s finally here. Your glance at the clock. 7:38. Yeah he usually comes at this time.

“ - Oh hello boss!” He says cheerfully greeting Sae as he leaves.

Your eyes widen, and you quickly flip the card over. Sae’s personal number is written on the other side, along with the name of the café and his position inside the company.

Café owner.

Oh— oh.

Waffle’s note ➻ This idea randomly popped in my mind. I wasn’t supposed to do this but oh well. His eyes damn it— this man has me in a chokehold i swear 😩 anyway. It’s actually 4am here 🫠 still not sleeping but it was worth it. Tho I wish i could have described what his stare does to you better but mhh… guess I’ll have to go with that. Not proofread btw. To tired. I mean yes I did a little bit— but not as much as I would have liked.

(Edit: I edited everything the next day. Didn’t touch the story tho)

(Edit 2 : i change the title)

[callme-holly]

Hheelloo, I love your work, your my favorite writer for The Outsiders!! I was wondering if you could write for Darry, I've had a specific scenario for him in my mind. So hear me out, y/n met Darry and the gang after defending Pony from some socs one time, maybe the socs from the beginning of the book/movie, and after y/n and Darry bond and get together. Then, one day, those same socs jump y/n, so this time, it's Darry saving y/n. Idk man, I've just been craving a big strong man to save me in the middle of a crisis, and I wish that man was Darry lol.

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐲𝐨𝐧 [𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

halcyon: (adj.) denoting a time or feeling of idyllic happiness and tranquillity, often despite the chaos that surrounds it. a/n: i love darry sm. sorry if this is messy i was stressing so bad whilst writing it. i'll read it tmr!!

The situation was ironic really, so much so that if you weren’t currently shaking from head to toe with nerves, tears stinging at your eyes, and anxiety coursing through your veins, you’d probably laugh about it. 

It felt like only yesterday that you’d saved Ponyboy from a group of socs, stepping in and shouting at them until they scattered and ran back to their car, though not without spitting various threats your way, words you’d chalked up to be nothing more than empty bullshit. You'd forgotten about them the second the kid’s brother had come to thank you; all memories of the socs dashed as you both talked for what seemed like hours, a connection forming between the two of you, something so strong that you both started dating around a month after the event. 

The socs and their threats had never revisited your mind again, at least not until they had started following you home, leaving you in the situation you were in now. You'd never thought they’d hit a girl; it was a basic rule set among both greasers and the socs that no matter how deep their feud ran, they never dragged the girls in—or at least not the ones who didn’t need to be involved. But clearly you were wrong, and they’d left you with multiple bruises along various expenses of skin and a few little scrapes that could have been much worse if Darry hadn’t appeared. 

“Hey,” his voice is gruff, cutting through your spinning mind, but it holds a warmth to it that has you leaning into his arms. “Look at me, hon. You okay?” 

You nod, unable to find your words as you take a shuddering breath. You hadn’t protested when he’d carried you back to his, setting you gently onto the couch and fussing over you as if you were a sick, vulnerable child. 

“What happened?" His hand presses against a particularly nasty bruise along one side of your rib cage, causing you to wince as his calloused finger grazes across your tender skin. “Was it the same ones who jumped Pony?" His expression is grim, and you can see the frustration that is staring to bubble up, his eyes dark with a protectiveness you've only ever seen with his brothers. 

"Yeah," you mumble, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "They followed me home. think it's because... you know." He does know. They've been after you ever since you'd defended his brother, and while you seemed entirely oblivious to it, he'd been doing everything he could possibly think of to keep you out of it... And, of course, the one day  he wasn't able to do so, someone had hurt you. 

He lets out a heavy sigh, sitting beside you and carefully pulling you into his lap, resting you against his chest and holding you close.  The contact feels reassuringly normal, even though the anxiety is still swilring around your  core and threatening to boil over at any moment. “I've got you..."  he murmurs into your hair, his large hands stroking slowly along your back and rubbing soothing circles on your skin, a steady flow of reassurances running through him as he whispers to you softly.

Your breathing evens out somewhat, and your heart pounds harder against your ribcage as he continues to speak in low tones to you, trying to calm you down enough that you're not overwhelmed by the fear. "I should have been there, sweetheart. Im so sorry." 

You cut him off quickly, sensing the self-doubt in his voice and glancing up at him through your lashes. "Stop..." you whisper, shaking your head. "It isn't your fault, Darry. They would have done it "Stop,... I should have realised... I'm just lucky you got there when you did." 

He's silent for a few seconds, the weight of your words washing over him. You're right; it couldn've been a whole lot worse if he hadn't gotten there in time... "I guess I owed you for saving Pony."  he says eventually, smiling weakly down at you, and you can't help but return it. 

"really? I thought you did it because you loved  me. Your tone is light-hearted and teasing, and the weight in his shoulders seems to lift ever so slightly, your anxiety dispersing the tintiest.

"Well... yeah, kind of." His lips quirk upwards, and you bury your face in his chest, your chest fluttering as he presses a kiss to your hair. 

[yeonmuse]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ Curtain Call ·˚ ༘

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x lee heeseung ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🪷

authors notes This is a follow up to Heeseungs side story in Can You Hear My Heart. It takes place directly after the final chapter of Jungwons Mini Series. This is not a Hee X Reader series, but if youd like to replace the characters name with your own feel free to. This is part of admins University series

IN WHICH 𖤓 Heeseung has a thing for the theaters golden girl, he’s been crushing on her for months. He’s got it so bad for her that he somehow lets Jake talk him into attending auditions just to get closer to her.

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Autumn sunlight

Heeseung couldn’t stop his mind from repeating the events of last night. A constant rotating of rewinding and playing it forward over and over again. An ongoing repetitive cycle of reliving he and Sakoias kiss over and over again. A kiss that and their lips touched made him see stars. It was a moment he had waited months to have with her and now that he had finally gotten that moment it was the only thing playing on his mind and heart. How soft her lips were against his, the way her fingers tangled in his hair as they kissed. He wished that he could capture the moment in his heart eternally.

He was completely gone and for the first time in years he truly didn’t care, because he was everything that he had pictured her to be. She fit in his arms so perfectly and their lips fit one smite like the perfect pieces of a puzzle. She was like autumn sunlight, the feeling one gets when the leaves have all fallen and the sunlight shines through the trees casting shadows upon golden hour. When you walked outside and felt a gentle breeze brush against your skin and something in the wind just makes you feel alive. Sakoia to him was the true embodiment of an angel with clipped wings, someone purest of hearts that was damned to earth for the purpose of him loving her as his.

Sakoia on the other hand had also been thinking about the kiss, though on the contrary to Heeseung she couldn’t believe that it had all happened. Last night she had been running on pure adrenaline, so even she herself had been shocked that she initiated a kiss and his lips responded to her own almost instantaneously. Every doubt she had about him liking her had melted away and the time the spent together that night was evident enough. He kissed her as if it had been something he had been waiting all eternity to do.

Like a broken record the kissing plays at her brain over and over, round and round like it had been looped. Her heart thumping in her chest and heat flushing her body each time she thought about the way his hands rested so comfortable on her hips and around her waist, how nice it felt to have his lips mold against hers as if they were made to kiss one another. The way the music faded off into the distance and it felt as if it had only been the two of them.

As if he had known that her thoughts had been occupied by him Sakoia looks at her phone only to see Heeseungs name pop up. A smiles ghosts her lips as she brings the phone to her ear.

“Morning.” He spoke on the other side, a cheerful edge in the tone of his voice.

“Morning Seung.”

“Did you just wake up?”

“Mm yeah, thinking of what to eat for breakfast.”

“Want to go to Moonstruck?”

“You offering to buy me breakdfast?” She responds playfully, finally cracking a smile.

“That’s if you’d like to join me.”

“I’d love to join you Seung”

“Good because I’m already on my way. I was hoping you didn’t reject me.” He chuckles on the other line earning a laugh from her as well.

With that two hang up the phone, she slips out of bed with a smile that refused to leave her lips even as she washed up and got dressed for the day that awaited. Dressing in her warmest attire for what seemed like the third snow day in a row. Her hands shoved into her pockets as she stepped outside for the first time today. She found Heeseung standing outside his car, leaning against the passenger side as if he had been waiting there for her.

“You look cozy.”

“And you look cold.” She responds to Heeseung that had been standing there in a pair of ripped jeans, a black tee and a leather jacket, glasses adorning his face.

Though she couldn’t deny something as simple as that bad him look absolutely attractive she couldn’t understand how he wasn’t freezing his ass off in that moment.

“I’ll manage.”

“Mhm, looks like I’ll be having to give up my sweater if you end up getting cold, though usually it’s the other way around.” She responds teasingly, earning a smile from him as he pushed off the door and pulls it open for her.

“If anything I’ll just shove my hands into your sweater to keep the warmth.”

“Sounds like an excuse to hold my hand.”

“And if it is?”

“You dont need an excuse to hold them Hee.” She laughs watching as he shuts the door and makes his way over to the drivers side, slipping into the drivers seat and pulling on his seatbelt.

“In that case.” He slips his free hand into the sleeve of her sweater, locking their fingers together while he used the other to guide the steering wheel.

Every now and then Heeseung found his gaze shifting from the road to the beautiful woman sat in his passenger seat. He watched the way her lashes fluttered and her eyes darted from the passenger window to the windshield, taking in the way the snow slowly decorated the glass. His ears catching her soft hums every now and then that he wasn’t even sure she realized agrees had been making, but it was angelic to his ears.

Eventually the two had arrived into the town square and for once it didn’t take twenty minutes just to find a parking spot. The two of them walked hand in hand past the shopping markets and vintage clothing stores until they finally arrived at moonstruck. Taehyun greeting both of them with a warm smile before looking over to heeseung, his eyebrows screwing together with interest as if asking. ‘Are you two a thing now.’ Without having used any words.

“Heeseung, Sakoia, haven’t seen you two since the film premier.” Taehyun finally greets them, pulling out two menus from behind the counter.

“Sorry Hyun, with Rehearsals and classes, it’s been kinda crazy at UA lately.” Koia takes the initiative to respond first, earning a soft chuckle from Taehyun.

“So Heeseungs making his acting debut I’ve heard.”

“I’ll take it Jungwon and Yn have been coming here often.” Heeseung responds, knowing that only the Tao of them could have been here often enough to give Taehyun such details.

“Actually, I found out from Manòn and Sunoo”

“Of course you did.”

Taehyun simply laughs at Heeseungs visible reaction to the infornation, placing the menus in Sakoias hands.

“Feel free to go wherever you’d like today, there are three tables open on the dinning floor and three rooms available.”

With that Sakoia took the leave, moving past the main dining hall to go for one of the more private rooms where the two could have privacy. Something the two of them hadn’t had since he’d come over to look after her when she had been sick.

“What movie are they playing?”

“Mmm.” Sakoia lets out a soft as her eyes scan over the menu to figure out what movie had been playing today.

“Dr. birds advice for sad poets.”

“Hm.. I’ve never heard if it.”

“Seriously?” Sakoias head snaps over to him upon hearing he had never even heard of the movie.

“What is it something I should know?”

“Its not very well known I suppose but it’s one of my favorites?”

“Is it? Then how about you tell me about it?”

“Or you can watch and find out, then I’d be spoiling the entire thing, we’re here to eat so we may as well watch too.”

“Well if you want to take the long route.” Heeseung responds with a playful huff making Sakoia smile Bernie her gaze shifts to the menu.

Heeseung found himself admiring her once again, from her beautiful brown eyes and long lashes, to the freckles scattered across her nose, finally resting upon her plump lips.

“Should we get the designated movie menu?” As her gaze slips from the paper menu on her hands her eyes fell upon Heeseung that had already been staring at her in adoration. His fingers ghost across her skin before finally he takes his face into her hands and kisses her. The familiar taste of her lips melting onto his own once again making butterflies swarm her stomach. This kiss lasted far longer than the first, there was no lingering taste of alcohol or loud music, no onlookers to report to one another that they had shared another kiss. It was just the two of them engulfed in the silence of the room.

Once they had finally pulled away from one another Sakoia brushes her thumb over his lips with a smile, wiping away her now messy lipgloss that had smeared over his lips.

“I know this is late, something I should have done before I kissed you last night but I like you Sakoia. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you in Jungwons first short film. And If you’d let me, I’d really like to take you out this saturday night, no distractions, none of our friends eavesdropping or spying just you and me.”

“I’d love to.”

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I've been rotating a transformers continuity soup (heavily inspired by es & prime mostly) Pacific Rim fusion with some shit obviously stolen from the Evangelion Rebuilds for good measure in my mind for at least a month or 2 now so imma dump it here

So the Quintessons are the ones sending the Kaiju through the space bridge/rift, why not just invade conventionally with a few warships? Well you see when Quintus Prime fled there with his court & knights after stealing the half finished Quintesson flagship (shamelessly stolen the wunder from eva) he set up a space mine field & left a skeleton crew aboard the ship to patrol the area

The Squids tried to get around this by redirecting a meteor wiping out most of the large organics the bots that survived retreated to an underground city (think iacon from tf1 mashed together with the geofront from evangelion) they're running on pretty limited energon rations (since mining it here carries risks that don't exist back home) so they go into stasis waking up every few centuries when the ship's patrol brings it close enough to comm them awake

Eventually one of these times when they go to the surface they happen to find a new organic sentience has evolved, one that looks a heck of a lot like them, makes sense given the planet

So Quintus gets the bright idea of using the emberstone to create some Cybertronians that can blend in with the locals & don't require nearly as much energon, so you get the Terrans but they're a little more like Sari with a human alt in addition to their root mode & vehicle modes & you can throw some of the dinobots, insecticon, & predicons in there restyled as technorganics too (or maybe they were part of Quintus' court idk they just don't get enough love)

Point is hidden population of cybertronians on earth who spend most of their time either sleeping or patrolling the perimeter to keep the squids out, why are they doing all that? Well to stop the Quintessons from harnessing the power of Unicron/harvesting dark energon of course

Jump forward to the events of Pacific Rim & it's the Terrans who help to design & build the Jeagers, maybe with a few more technorganic components using the Quintesson ship technology as a blueprint so the setup for piloting them kinda relies on 2 technorganic pilots, one technorganic + one mechanical or organic or one mechanical & one organic

How the autobots & decepticons coming to earth plays out im not 100% set on but i have a few ideas

The first PR movie more or less plays out as before, but when the first Kaiju turned up the remaining court of Quintus' cobble together a ship and send a diplomatic mission back to cybertron to request aid, so while that movie is happening in parallel these old Cybertronians have come home to find their people locked in a civil war that has devastated their homeworld

Both the Autobots & the Decepticons send a contingent hoping to curry favour with this strange new/old faction who have access to ancient relics & lost technologies & have adapted to live with an energon shortage

& yeah that's all i got so far apart from it would be super cool to see a parallel scene to Asuka utilising the angel blood in rebuild 04 with like Megatron using the blood of Unicron

You could have the Malto kids be born Terrans with this setup too which could be fun, with one Terran parent & one human one

But if i was building on the idea of the previous posters Cybertronians as sentient Jeagers you could have it be that a Jaeger is the product of a Unicronian (human) & Cybertronian temporarily fusing/drifting & oh god I've just reinvented Kiss Players haven't I

What if transformers earthspark x Pacific Rim

[hexb0nes]

Can you do jayvik x chubby!reader who is insecure about gaining more weight but then she founds out that she’s 5 months pregnant?

SWEET POTATOES - A JAYVIK X READER FIC

word count: 2.3k

warnings: discussion of weigh-ins and negative talk about fatness, discussion of body fluids (blood, pee), vomiting, hospitals, pregnancy talk (duh), i promise there's a happy ending

summary: you've been down in the dumps, suffering from bodily pains in conjunction with weight gain. no matter what you do, you can't seem to lose it. what's the reason? luckily for you and your husbands jayce and viktor, you're about to find out why.

a/n: i love when i get chubby!reader requests, we need more fat rep in x reader fics!! anywho :3 enjoy!

For the past few weeks, you find weigh-ins becoming a normal part of the routine. You know that you shouldn’t be doing it, checking the number only ends in pain and sorrow. Yet, as the months go on, you notice how big you’ve gotten. Your thighs, your breasts, your hips, your stomach are more ‘voluptuous’, according to your husband, Jayce, and great for cuddling, according to your other husband, Viktor.

However, your husbands’ reassurances don’t make the anxiety and insecurities go away. Your mind has been plagued with mocking images, mean spats, and vicious laughter. Did I overdo it on the cream puffs? Have I neglected my weekly walks? No matter what you do, the weight never goes away, leading to a few screaming sessions in recent days. 

You enter the lab late one morning, stifling back a yawn while you carry two cups of coffee. One by one, you hand off each coffee to your husbands, both entranced by their work with Jayce hammering a new component for the latest Hextech project and Viktor soldering some wires together for a different component. Despite their focus on work, each of your boys respond with smiles when you kiss them on the cheek after placing coffee at their workstations. 

“Keep up the amazing work, my loves!” you praise your talented and hardworking husbands. They reply in their own manner, Jayce beaming and wishing you the same while Viktor acknowledges you with a nod and thumbs up. You find your way to your own workstation, a traditional office desk and chair adorn with photographs and paperwork, and take a seat. While you may not be front and center like Jayce with his ‘Man of Progress’ duties or building the very devices that have revolutionized Piltover like Viktor, your position as their manager is just as important. Hextech wouldn’t have been nearly as successful without your promotional work, arranging investor meetings, and so for. 

Today, you’re stuck running through the numbers of this month’s budget. You had been on the mathematics track at the Academy where you met your husbands, studying accounting and statistics. A few of your calculations had snuck its way into a few Hextech projects, but you mainly use your background for accounting purposes. 

You adjust your office chair and feel your belly protrude out, lightly tapping the desk. With a low grunt, you push your chair back and focus your hands on fixing up your blouse instead of ripping your hair out. You resume your budgetary review, the sounds of hammering and soldering like white sound to your ears. However, your mind doesn;t give you much time to study the expenses of the month when it whispers to you, You better skip lunch today, given the state of your gigantic stomach. 

You wave off the negative thought and continue your work, allowing yourself to scan the numbers while enjoying the background noise. Something’s wrong. You feel an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, Well, I’m definitely not horny, did I finally get my period? Your period had always been a mischievous fucker, showing up at the worst times. You rise from your desk and make a beeline for the nearest bathroom. You prepare a pad from the feminine hygiene dispenser and head into the closest, most moderately clean bathroom.

At least, I can use this as an excuse for– the thought falls short at the sight of your underwear. No blood, but some liquid. Did I pee myself? Ugh! How embarrassing. You bundle up some toilet paper with the pad as protection from further leakage. Your eyes look up at the clock in the hallway outside the lab, the time reading about one in the afternoon. Time to wrangle up the boys.

“Jayce! Viktor!” you poke your head in the lab, “You two wanna get lunch with me at-” pain shoot through your stomach abruptly, “Fuck!” you clutch your stomach, the cramps too intense and powerful for normal period cramps. Not again. Coupled with your weight gain, you have been dealing with annoying cramps like this, but what you’re feeling now isn’t right, it’s not right at all.

“Cariño?” Jayce stops his hammering at the sight of your agony, “What’s wrong?” Viktor perks up at the noise and grabs his crutch, proceeding to walk over to you for support, “Drahý, are you feeling ill?”

“I- I-” tears swell up in your eyes, as the pressure travels down your abdomen, “I- I need-” nausea suddenly engulfs you and you stumble towards the trash can, vomiting your breakfast up. 

“Jayce, we need to go to the hospital,” your Zaunite husband orders your other husband, composed and calm. Viktor has been through this sort of emergency before with himself, but he holds his concern at bay to offer you his full attention. Meanwhile, Jayce feels like puking with you, he has never seen you in this kind of pain. Yet, despite his visible fear, Jayce nods and promptly swoops you up in his arms, cradling you bridal style, “On it! We’ll meet you there!” 

You hold onto your muscular lover tightly, as Jayce runs out of the lab and the building to get you to the local hospital. The cramps come in waves, each action like a kick to the stomach. You let out a small, pitiful cry into Jayce’s shoulder, “It’s going to be okay, sweetie,” he reassures you, “The doctors will help you, me and Viktor will make sure of it.”

Your eyes flutter with exhaustion, your body heavy and weak. The sound of doors opening and people chattering greet your ears, but you pay no mind. You feel your body shuffle around Jayce’s hold, as he gently places you on what you can assume to be a stretcher. You let out a low hum to your husband, “Baby, I’m kinda tired… I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Mi vida, please don’t-” Jayce’s words fade into the abyss, as you allow blissful sleep to overtake you.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・

You dream of a beach, waves crashing against the shoreline while you lounge on your beach chair. Viktor lays in his own beach chair next to you, reading a book but you can’t make out the title. In the distance, you can hear Jayce’s laughter, coupled with child-like shouts of glee. You squint your eyes and smile, watching your children play in the waves with Jayce.

Wait, children?

Your eyes open and you see that you’re laying in a hospital bed, a scratchy thin blanket covering most of your body. You rub the guck from your eyes and take in your surroundings. In the chair across from your bed, Viktor has his head down and clutching his crutch, accompanied by soft snorting. Your ears pick up the heated talking outside the room, Jayce’s voice loud and annoyed. 

“Vik?” you call out to your husband. He lifts his head up, “Huh?” his eyes wide slightly, “Darling!” he exclaims, rushing up and approaching your side, “Oh, darling, how are you feeling? You gave everyone a scare.”

“Sorry,” you apologize with a frown. Viktor cups one of your cheeks with his free hand and murmurs, “Never apologize for this sort of situation, alright?” he touches his forehead against yours, “I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake and we can finally get some answers,” Viktor walks off and exits the hospital room.

Soon, both of your husband and a tired but kind-faced doctor enter the hospital room, “Mrs. Talis, I’m happy to see you awake,” states the doctor, her badge reading out ‘Dr. Paulson’ in bold font, “I have some wonderful news for you and your husbands.”

“And what might that be?” you ask.

“Well, we cleared you medically after your admission. You were experiencing issues with your amniotic fluid, hence the leakage.. It’s too low for the baby. I’ll need you to come in weekly for IV infusions to ensure that– Excuse me!” you chime in, “Baby?”

“Yes,” the doctor holds up a clipboard and flips through the papers, “Per procedure, we always test for pregnancy with individuals of child-bearing age. You tested positive.”

The silence falls silent, as you exchange distressed looks with your husbands, “Oh my fuck,” color drains from your face, “I’m fucking pregnant.”

“Someone from Ultrasound will stop by to assess the state of your pregnancy, but as of right now, you are on the right track!” Dr. Paulson gives you a pat on the shoulder and leaves the hospital room. You look between Viktor and Jayce, the revelation weighing heavy.

“So that’s why I was gaining weight,” you nervously chuckle.

“Did you know?” Jayce inquires, worry plastered on his face.

“No, no,” you answer, shaking your head, “I just thought… I don’t know, I just thought I was getting unhealthier or something. I was able to manage the cramping and pains on my own, I didn’t want to get scolded by the doctors for my weight,” you place a hand on your stomach, “Gods, how did I not realize sooner?”

“It’s alright,” Viktor hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Jayce follows in suit, kissing your other cheek, “We’ll be okay! I’ll talk to my mama for advice and I’m sure she’ll be more than delighted to help.”

“I love you both,” you laugh, wiping away some tears. You pull your boys into a hug and hold them close, “You two mean the- ow!” you feel a kick in your stomach, “Well, I’m glad to know that you’re a baby and not a stomach disease,” you snort, patting your belly.

“Can I?” your Zaunite husband gestures to your stomach. You nod and Viktor places a hand against it, “Hello there,” he greets the baby. It kicks gently, much to your relief and Viktor’s glee, “Amazing,” he whispers.

“Hey, let me try!” your other husband switches places with Viktor. Hand on your stomach, Jayce happily shouts, “Hello, baby! We’re so happy that you exist!”

The baby doesn’t move for a moment, only to kick as hard as a soccer player. Jayce beams, “Huh, active! They might have a future in sports.”

“Let’s just focus on getting the baby out in the future,” comments Viktor.

There’s a knock on a door, Jayce opens the door and allows a woman with a large cart to enter, “Hi there! Mrs. Talis, yes?”

“That’s me,” you confirm. The woman smiles, “Great! I’m Lilly from Ultrasound. I’m here to assess your pregnancy,” she rolls her cart to your bedside, the ultrasound machine in perfect view for everyone, “Can you roll up your shirt real quick?”

You do as told, exposing your stomach to Lilly. She holds up a bottle of blue gel, “Heads up! This is really cold,” the ultrasound technician squirts the gel on your stomach and you shiver at the sensation. She grabs the ultrasound scanner and presses against your skin, “Let’s see what we got here.”

You and your husbands watch silently, as Lilly scans your stomach. Despite your STEM backgrounds, neither you or your husbands have a clue as to what the ultrasound technician is looking for.

“There!” exclaims Lilly. There are some vague blobs that likely resemble a baby, “Okay, you’re about 22-24 weeks along. All your pelvic organs, placenta, and such are in the right place. Dr. Paulson made you aware of your amniotic fluid, yes? That’s a minor complication, but I can reassure you that both of your babies are growing healthily and are about the size of sweet potatoes. As for- Babies?” Jayce interrupts, “As in plural?”

“Yes,” Lilly moves the scanner around, “There’s Baby A,” she shifts to the left, “And there’s Baby B,” you gawk at the ultrasound, the blobs finally forming into two baby-shaped forms, “Oh my Gods, twins?!”

Jayce stumbles back a bit, face pale and jaw on the floor, “Twins, oh my Gods, twins. Can we afford twins?!” he shouts. Viktor gives Jayce a swift smack on the leg with his crutch, “Of course, we can, Jayce. We’re one of the most financially stable throuples-” he pauses, “Well, now we’re one of the most financially stable families in Piltover.”

“Oh,” the taller of the men awkwardly laughs, “True, sorry. I’m just… this is amazing.”

“If I can continue,” the ultrasound technician clears her throat, “I don’t see any birth defects, but we will keep an eye on any possible spinal issues, given your husband’s history,” she nods at Viktor. He grips his crutch a bit tighter and you offer a smile, “It will be okay. If one or both of our babies has a condition like that, we will move the Heavens to give them the best future possible.”

“Yes, of course,” sighs Viktor. He turns his attention to Lilly, “Do you know who the father is?”

“Not at the moment, but we can run a quick paternity test if you like,” she answers.

“Later, later,” you wave it off, “Is there anything else you can tell us about the babies?”

“I can tell you their sexes if you want,” the ultrasound technician replies. 

You exchange a curious glance with your husbands, “Would that be okay with you two?”

“Absolutely!” exclaims Jayce, “We need to start working on names, after all.”

“I’m fine with it,” states Viktor.

You turn back to Lilly and give her a thumbs up. She moves the scanner around, “Baby A is a boy and,” the scanner zooms in on the other baby, “Baby B is a girl.”

You’re on the verge of crying, you had always wanted to have a little boy and a little girl one day. I didn’t expect it to be so soon, though! Jayce stifles back joyous tears, “We get both! That’s- That’s-” he cries with a grin, “I’m so happy!”

Viktor fondly smiles, “What a blessing,” he smiles, a twinkle in his eyes. 

You three are going to be you five; what a blessing, indeed.

[delulustateofmind]

Hi snail how r u? I hope u r ok

Now please listen to my tirade: Five or six months ago, my ex showed me a video of the most gorgeous man I've ever seen, with golden hair, possibly grey-green eyes, long limbs, and powerful swimmer-like muscles, making passionate love to his partner, who has a post-pregnancy body. I don't know why, but for some reason, that man made me think of Gojo (I know it sounds cringe). If you ever consider writing a fic about Gojo in which he is also a father, could you please make Y/N's body like most women's bodies become after post-pregnancy? You know, with stretch marks, large, hanging boobs (at least larger than before), a flappy, soft belly, and arms, etc.

I'm doing good sweet anon! Hope you're doing well 🩷🩷

Okay, so this has been living rent-free in my mind, and honestly, it might turn into a full-on fic someday. But listen—all of the JJK men would absolutely worship their wives, even after their bodies change from pregnancy (even Sukuna). Like, childbirth is intense, and they’d be so proud of you for going through it.

Gojo, though? He’s emotionally constipated, so it might take him a second to actually realize what’s going on. You’re standing in front of the mirror, picking yourself apart—your breasts aren’t as perky, your tummy’s softer, stretch marks are there. And for a while, he doesn’t even think you’d be insecure about it because, to him, you’re still drop-dead gorgeous. But then, one day, he overhears you talking down on yourself, and it’s like—excuse me?

Immediately, he’s giving you because how dare you talk about his wife like that? He’s up in your space, kissing every “flaw” you point out, because he truly doesn’t get it. To him, you’re the same beautiful woman who gave him his child, and he never fell for you because of your body anyway. As long as you’re healthy, that’s all he cares about. And your insecurities? Not healthy. So he’s making it a point to tell you how much he loves you every day—in the soft moments, in the messy mornings when you feel far from cute.

And Geto? Oh, he’s just as bad. Post-pregnancy you? That’s his favorite version of you. There’s something so beautiful to him about how your body changed—like it’s a reminder of what you both created (he has control issues). And yes, it’s absolutely feeding into his breeding kink. He lives to rub moisturizers and body oils into your skin, cooing sweet praises about how proud he is of you, how much he loves you.

Nanami? Same energy. His hands? Always on you. Always. He’s running those big, warm hands along your body, leaving soft kisses on your stretch marks, whispering little thank-yous for giving him the best gift he could’ve ever asked for. It’s not just love—it’s reverence.

Honestly, they’d all just make you feel so cherished, no matter how much you’re struggling with your own perception. They’re your biggest fans. Always.

In bed too, however, I feel like they'd be too nervous to initiate anything after you gave birth so trust me they take things extremely, painfully slow.

[kathlare]

the almost encounter

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: As Amelie prepares to leave Mexico and return to London, an unexpected encounter at the airport with Daniel Ricciardo brings back memories of a past she has tried to move on from.

Wordcount: 0.8 k

Warnings: none

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October 26th, 2022 - Mexico City, Mexico

Amelie stood at the entrance of Mexico City's Benito Juárez International Airport, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene in front of her. It was a swirl of travelers, all rushing in different directions. The warmth of the air felt familiar, like a blanket of home wrapping around her. Now, after spending a few days with her family in Mexico, she was headed back to London, where the filming of Wicked awaited. It was a bittersweet feeling to leave home, but the thought of getting back to work eased the tension.

Her flight was boarding in a little over an hour, but for now, she had time to herself—time to reflect. She felt like a different person than the one who had left London months ago. There was something about the journey, about the growth of both her music career and her personal life, that had subtly shifted something inside of her. In Mexico, she had reconnected with her roots, her family, and a version of herself that had been tucked away for far too long.

The bustling noise of the airport brought her back to reality, and she quickly adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. As she moved through the terminal, she spotted a familiar face, one that made her freeze in her tracks.

Daniel Ricciardo.

Daniel stood near baggage claim, dressed casually in a hoodie and joggers, his cap turned backward as he scrolled through his phone. It took him a second to look up, and when he did, his face lit up with recognition.

—Amelie?— His voice carried a mixture of surprise and amusement as he tucked his phone into his pocket and made his way toward her.

Amelie let out a quiet curse under her breath. Of all people to run into, it had to be Daniel. She plastered on a polite smile and nodded. —Hey, Daniel.—

He pulled her into a friendly hug before stepping back, giving her a once-over. —Wow, look at you. It’s been forever.—

—Yeah, a while,— she admitted, shifting uncomfortably.

—You heading out?— Daniel asked, motioning to her suitcase.

She nodded. —Yeah, going back to London. Filming.—

His eyebrows shot up. —Damn, back to work already? Thought you’d take more time off after your tour.—

Amelie shrugged. —Not really my thing.—

Daniel chuckled. —Yeah, fair. You’ve always been a workaholic.—

Amelie huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. —I just like keeping busy.—

Daniel studied her for a moment, his signature cheeky grin spreading across his face. —Well, don’t work too hard. You’ve been killing it with everything lately. Wicked, your music, seriously, congrats on all of that.—

—Thanks.— Amelie smiled, feeling a warmth in his words that eased some of the awkwardness. Daniel had always been kind, a lighthearted presence in the sometimes too-serious F1 world. It was nice to see a familiar face, even if it came at an unexpected time.

Before she could think of a way to end the conversation gracefully and make her way to security, Daniel’s eyes lit up as if he’d just remembered something.

—Oh!— he exclaimed. —You should wait a minute. Lando’s just landing. He’s coming in with me for the Grand Prix.—

Amelie’s stomach plummeted.

—Lando?— she repeated, her voice tighter than she intended.

Daniel nodded enthusiastically, oblivious to her reaction. —Yeah, he’s just grabbing his stuff. He’ll be here any second. He’s going to lose his mind when he sees you. It’s been, what, forever?— He frowned slightly, as if only now realizing how much time had passed.

Amelie felt her pulse quicken, an uncomfortable heat creeping up her neck. She forced a tight-lipped smile, hoping Daniel wouldn't notice the sudden shift in her demeanor.

—Yeah, uh… it’s been a while,— she said, gripping the handle of her suitcase a little too tightly.

Daniel, still completely unaware of her internal panic, chuckled. —Man, he’s going to freak out. You know how much he... I mean, it’s been ages, he’s going to be so happy to see you.—

Amelie’s stomach twisted. No, no, no. This was not happening. She had spent the last year carefully avoiding anything that had to do with Lando Norris, keeping her distance from the F1 world, from the chaos, from him. The last thing she needed was to run into him now, in the middle of an airport, right when she had finally managed to move on.

—Daniel, I really can’t wait,— she said quickly, shifting on her feet. —My flight is boarding soon.—

—Come on, you have time,— Daniel insisted, waving her off. —You can’t just disappear on him like that. You know how much he’s missed...—

—Daniel, please,— Amelie interrupted, lowering her voice. —Don’t tell him you saw me.—

That made Daniel pause. His expression shifted from playful to confused as he studied her.

—Wait… what?—

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She hadn’t meant to sound so desperate, but there was no taking it back now.

—Just... I really can’t do this right now. I need to go. Please don’t tell him I was here.—

Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying to piece together the situation. He had always been perceptive, more than people gave him credit for.

A beat passed before Daniel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. —Alright, alright. I won’t say anything.—

Relief washed over her, but it was quickly replaced by an ache in her chest. She hated this. Hated that it had come to this. That avoiding Lando had become necessary. That after all they had been—friends, something more, something unspoken and complicated—this was what remained.

She took a step back, exhaling sharply. —Thanks, Daniel. I gotta go.—

Before he could say anything else, she turned on her heel and walked away, her pulse still racing.

She didn’t look back.

[didhewinkback]

also, following up on my previous ask (grapefruit anon), since something old harry has canonically written songs about reader, are there any songs of harry's that you picture being about the reader? xx

babe u have to know i wrote you a full blurb and tumblr deleted it i am in mourning rn this is the SECOND TIME it has happened with this ask. thank u for ur patience u fully sent me this in november but u know the election happened and brains broke so i will try again. answering ur questions/ writing a blurb under the jump:

okay for the 3rd time i would say there are 1d songs that have lyrics from his white eskimo songs he used to write that were incorporated like (happily, something great), theres a big song from mitam that he wrote w her in mind which the blurb is about, not much on hs1 but whenever he rehearsed woman after this mums bday party he pictured her while singing it (reader, not his mum), on fine line canyon moon is about her, parts of sunflower and golden are, on hs3 i would say late night talking, grapejuice, daylight, cinema, daydreaming, satellite bc they were together when he was writing that album. okay here is the blurb rip to the first version:

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sometime in 2021

you'll admit, it was a low point. a moment of weakness. a moment you would deny if he ever asked about.

the one direction playlist blasting out of your speakers as you made yourself a cuppa.

it's just - he had been gone for four weeks and while he was due home tomorrow, you reached a breaking point. you'd been talking everyday but a month apart was far too long and and the time difference was catching up with both of you, your late night phone calls turning into one word sentences as you both drifted off and you just wanted him here, damnit. with you. home. the home you just moved into together to be together and now he was gone and you were alone in it and that wasn't fair now was it?

you swiveled your hips to the beat you used to dance around backstage to when you were far younger, taking a sip of the brew before putting it down to go grab your book from the bedroom when you heard keys in the front door, a muffled "'s me" from the other side. the voice you missed so much, the face you were dying to see and kiss in person. you sped walked toward the door, racing to open it but he got there first and there he was. your weary traveler, looking slightly worse for wear with his cap hung low over his head, one large duffle slung across his shoulders with the other in hand. he must've overnighted to get here at this hour. for you.

"what the fuck?!" you blurted out and he looked up, smile instantly growing on his face as he locked eyes with you, quickly putting his bags down and closing the door behind him. that favorite smile of yours never leaving his face, that smile you had been seeing only through the phone or through grainy stage videos you watched late when you couldn't sleep. he was here. so caught up in staring at him that you didn't remember the music playing, both of you recognizing it at the same moment. his head tilts back in laughter and your face is in flames.

"oh my god - google stop. google stop" you frantically yelled, trying in vain to get the music to stop but it simply would not listen, his younger voice squeaking out the chorus of "under the lights tonight you turned around..." you try to race towards the phone but he's somehow faster, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into him, his body shaking with laughter as he buries his head in your neck, breathing you in.

"this what you do when i'm gone, then?" he asks and you twist in his hold, pulling his cap off and running your hands through his hair. he goes right back to where he left off, kissing along the skin of your neck as he tightens his hold on you. "let your inner fangirl out?"

"it was a moment of weakness." you grumble, though the way you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in gives you away. "you weren't meant to be back until tomorrow and i missed you."

"missed me so bad but still haven't given me a proper hello?" he mumbles against your neck before pulling back to look at you. you bring your hands up to cup his face, taking in the bags under his eyes, the new scruff growing along his cheeks, the way his eyes are twinkling with mirth, that just for you smile not leaving his face.

"hello," your murmur as you pull his face to yours to meet his mouth. it's sweet, pecks saying hello, i miss you, i'm happy you're here, only pulling back when he starts humming the next song against your mouth and you shove him away as he giggles but he doesn't let you get very far, hugging you close as you wrap your arms around his neck once more and hold tight.

he sways you back and forth, hand drawing up and down your back as the song changes to one of your favorites "if i could fly".

"oh i always loved this one" you mumble against his shoulder, feeling his sharp inhale as much as you can hear it.

"it's about you, y'know" he says softly. "wrote it about you."

the words roll over you in a rush, feeling flushed all the way to your toes when you pull back to look at him.

"what? no it's not. you wrote this ages ago -" you argue but he's already shaking his head, shy smile on his face.

"'m serious - i. 's kind of embarrassing -"

"tell me, please."

"wrote it one of those days after y' answered the phone at like 4 in the morning to talk me off a ledge." he says quietly, as he adjusts his grip, bringing a hand up to cup your face, fingers lightly dancing on your jaw. "'nd i kept thinking how much i wanted to be there for you in the same way, how known i felt by you, how seen. how much i loved you and valued you in my life. how only you knew me like this. thought it was like a song about friendship at first, at this inexplicably deep bond we always had."

he huffs a shy laugh at himself and you're almost frozen in place.

"when i played it for the lads they were like 'this is the most romantic song you've ever written' and i had no idea what to do with that information. i just kept being like no they don't get it, they don't get us. even when i played it on tour a few years ago, i kept just thinking it was a song about how important you were to me, how much better i felt when you were close. even when we weren't really talking towards the end of tour, i always played it for you, for us never really thinking it was more than that."

you don't think you're breathing at this point, his hand now gripping your jaw gently, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, tired, love filled eyes looking right into yours.

"wasn't until i listened to it a year or two ago that i was like oh you sodding idiot, you were in love with her this whole time."

"h -" you breathe out and he's got more to say but you don't let him, crashing your lips to his as he sharply inhales, hand coming to cup the back of your head as he opens up for you, tongue swirling against yours, the sounds of the song he wrote for you when he was young and stupid and felt more for you than he knew what to do with.

"sorry i was so blind for so long," he's mumbling against your mouth but you're shaking your head.

"don't - that's not - god i can't believe you," you say, pressing your lips harder against his. his hands slide down your back, squeezing your bum before latching on to the back of your thighs and pulling you up, holding you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"need to shower," he says when you pull away to breath, already kissing a line down his neck. "want to help?"

"as if you don't already know you're getting whatever you want after that story" you mumble against his skin, he hisses when your teeth dig in, making yourself known. he starts to head towards the loo when you stop him.

"you have to turn the music off." you say, "it's on shuffle and i'm not having sex with you to any of those early cuts."

he barks out a laugh - saying a quick "google stop" to get the music off and of course it listens to him before he pulls your face back to his, kissing you so throughly you would lose balance if he wasn't holding you in his arms.

he walks you both towards the loo, mouth never breaking from yours, already knowing this flat so well he doesn't need to see to navigate properly. more settled than he's ever felt and it's only been a year. one hand squeeze up and down your body with the promise of more, the hunger that's grown after all this time apart for you. the one he will always fly right home to.

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[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my January 2025 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Where You'd Rather Be by Itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (103k)

Louis runs the best Canine Search and Rescue school in Augusta, Maine, one that trains dogs to track missing persons. He lives an idyllic life on Togus Pond where he's built his career from the ground up. He has everything he could ever want, a beautiful home, friends he adores and a dog that aids his students in their training. Romantic entanglements have never been high up on his list of priorities.

That is, until he stumbles across a body in the woods. A woman was brutally murdered and dumped on his doorstep. It doesn't help that the Detective on the case happens to be devilishly handsome and just the right amount of broody.

Detective Harry styles has a murder to solve, he's just gotten out of a long-term relationship and he's certainly not looking for another. Regardless of whether the man who run's the SAR unit's blue eyes sparkle with promise and a sense of belonging. Something he may or may not have been searching for all his life.

Or

Detective - Search and Rescue AU

With Venom on Your Tongue by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (91k)

While Louis had to try so hard to stay focused and be the best, Harry somehow did the same things with ease and confidence. He hated how Harry glided through life, carrying happiness on his shoulders like it was nothing when it was arduous for Louis. His carefree demeanor made Louis feel crazy.

But that feeling just motivated him to always keep his eyes on the prize. Number one in the class rankings every year and the valedictorian spot the next year when they graduated. He was so close he could taste it. And if the only thing in his way was Harry Styles, then Louis was willing to up the stakes to figure out what made him weak just to beat him.

“Whatever,” Louis eventually said to Liam. “He’s a fucking cliche.”

or a boarding school AU where Harry and Louis are academic rivals until they realize they’re more similar than they thought.

You're All I Ever Dreamed Of by staybeautiful /@harruandlou (53k)

Harry sank lower until his chin was hovering just above the water line. He had his mug balancing precariously against the lip of the bath. It had to be cooling already, but he still looked serene, like there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

“I could live here,” Harry said, smiling with his eyes closed.

It was as if the words sprung from Louis’ mind, his mouth, and twisted into Harry’s. His heart picked up and before he could stop them they were tumbling out.

“Okay, you should,” he stuttered and Harry turned to look at him. “You should move in with me.”

 Or after a Monday lunch with Zayn, Louis finds himself reevaluating what "too soon" means, especially when it comes to Harry.

Part 2 of such a beautiful dream

The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (43k)

It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

I Want To Tell You That I Love You (but i can't speak) by tippitytap / @tippitytap (30k)

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I said go back to sleep,” Harry replied with a chuckle, completely and absolutely endeared by Louis’ casual stubbornness.

“I need a bedtime story.”

“Trust me, my mind is not made to be a bedtime story.”

“I don’t care, it’s the bedtime story I want to hear. I love Harryland, I want to take a visit before I fall asleep. If I’m lucky, it will follow me into my dreams. So,” he said, poking Harry in the ribs with one finger, “take me to Harryland.”

AU: Harry is hit with another depressive episode and his therapist is only available in six weeks. In contrast to when he went through this the first time, he has Louis by his side and together - and with a lot of love - they make it through those six weeks.

If I Had no Love to Give (I Wouldn't Give It to You) by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (30k)

Small town restaurateur Louis Tomlinson needs someone competent to work in his kitchen.

Chef Harry Styles needs a job.

The Dead Things We Carry by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics (25k)

September ‘49   He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out.

This is the man who saved Louis’ life.

For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself.

“Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight.

This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real.

“Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?”

There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

Your Lips in the Low Light by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon (20k)

“What?” Harry asks, turning towards him with a sympathetic little pout on his face. “You think she’ll let you put your hands on her throat like me? Give it up like me? Ask you to call her dirty names like me?” Harry laughs at him again, saccharine sweet yet unequivocally deriding, all at once.

And fuck, there’s a fire that ignites inside Louis when Harry speaks to him like this, almost as though he’s talking down to him, bitchy and uncaring. Louis doesn’t know whether he’s feeling a need to regain control of the situation or a want to stoke the fire even more until it consumes him entirely.

-

Set over the course of one night, at one fateful frat party. Louis and Harry find that there are not many things they will ever need more than each other.

Told You So by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal (5k)

“Harry, come outside and say 'hello' to Loretta.”

Louis rested his forearms against the fence. He wondered who Harry was? Maybe her son? He turned back briefly to check on his grandma. She had a sly smirk on her face, so he turned further to face her. “What? What’re you smiling like that for?” He chuckled.

“Nothing. Just— thought of something funny. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Louis squinted at her. Hm. Weird.

“What’d you need, Gram?” A new voice said.

Louis turned back towards Mary’s yard and nearly choked on his tongue. Holy fucking—. Harry was in fact not Mary’s son. Jesus fuck. He had brown hair that curled a bit at his ears, long legs on display in some mesh shorts, toned arms showing due to the tanktop he was sporting. Christ. He was hot as fuck. A thousand percent Louis’ type— and then he turned towards him and their eyes met.

“Oh. Who’s this?” Harry questioned, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes danced over Louis.

Or Louis' grandmother loved to meddle in his life no matter how much he told her to give it up.

A Man After Midnight by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry (4k)

Harry thought kissing Louis on New Year’s Eve would be a one-time thing, but they keep running into each other and it becomes a tradition.

What happens when feelings start getting involved?

Or the five times Harry kisses Louis on New Year’s Eve and the one time he kisses his boyfriend.

Coming Home to You by Anonymous (2k)

A very self indulgent drabble of Harry coming home to Louis featuring the overuse of the word cuddle.

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haunted ..

— it’s implied that there’s stalking but it’s more of a song fic so nothing too crazy..

— wc :: 628

my haunted lungs , ghost in the sheets ..

she feels a cold chill run down her back as she steps out the shower. it’s not even autumn or winter but it’s been weirdly cold lately.


she glances up and sighs in relief, she had forgotten to close her bathroom window after all and the apartment building was known to be colder some evenings.

she wraps a fluffy bathrobe around her body and heads into her kitchen. she needed to get her tap replaced because it was the third one in a month and the constant dripping was starting to annoy her more than she’d like to admit.

she knows it’s because she works odd hours as a hunter so she’s barely in her apartment long enough to notice everything that needed maintenance.

she’d have to ask xavier if he had issues in his own place or if she was just the unlucky one.

i know if i’m haunting you, you must be haunting me ..

she feels unsettled lately, unsure what’s causing her to feel on edge but she supposes anyone that has to hunt wanderers for a living won’t always get a good nights sleep.

finishing a cold glass of water, she heads to her bedroom. it’s cold in there too, unsurprising since she left the window open. she gives herself some grace on most days because of her job. windows are the last thing on her mind.

my wicked tongue, where will it be?

she shakes her head and closes it, turning off the lights but leaving the lamp on beside her bed. it’s childish and she knows it but ever since losing caleb, she struggles with the dark when she’s alone. when she closes her eyes, she can’t help but see his face and then the explosion.

zayne had given her something to help her sleep but even he didn’t appreciate her being doped up on pills, not when he could help her.

she closes her eyes, willing herself to sleep. she never had an issue before, especially with her job. she’d take any chance to nap she could get, it often annoyed rafayel when he would be rattling on and she’d be dozing off.

it’s what you see..

i know if i’m haunting you, you must be haunting me..

most nights she sleeps just fine knowing sylus is keeping an eye on her through mephisto but she couldn’t understand how even a mechanical crow could look so startled whenever she’d wake up the next morning.

she doesn’t think she looks that crazy in the mornings but she swears he looks spooked.

it’s where we go

it’s where we’ll be

i know if i’m onto you.. i’m onto you

onto you, i’m onto you

onto you, you must be onto me

that night her sleep is restless. she dreams on a familiar face, a haunting laughing and a voice she knows all to well sending a chill through her body.

his eyes are the same but so different, his grin menacing, as if it’s mocking her and she feels it.


a cold hand, mechanical if she tries to piece it together, pressed flat against her back. it draws her in close, another hand gripping her jaw softly. his eyes hold a promise but she isn’t sure she wants to know what for.


“mine …..”

she hears the voice and it’s cold and calculated but somehow fond.

when she wakes up in a shock, cold sweat clinging to her neck, she sees mephisto but her windowsill and he looks spooked once more..

and she remembers she had closed the window before she went to bed but now it’s wide open, even her curtains.

she sees a note next to caleb’s necklace

“there’s fresh apple juice in the fridge”

[mariacallous]

Who are the lovely dictators? You might find yourself wondering if generation Z has access to a historical cache of great guys who just didn’t want to waste their people’s ever-enriched time with stuff like democracy. The results of a study commissioned by Channel 4 this week found that 52% of gen Z, who are aged between 13 and 27, thought “the UK would be a better place if a strong leader was in charge who does not have to bother with parliament and elections”.

That feels … not great. And, of course, the reflexive tendency for many older generations is to resort immediately to ridicule of gen Z. You know the sort of thing. Oh, I guess they got bored halfway through the video summary of whichever dictator’s life, and just scrolled to the next thing. Or: this is why they have to put those captions on clips saying, “What happens at the end will blow your mind!!!!!” Short shrift would no doubt also be given to the finding that 33% of gen Z think the UK would be better off “if the army was in charge”. Ooh, the army’s going to need a lot more soldiers, then. Wait till these kids find out the age of the conscripts. You like the army? That’s great – you’re going to be the army!

The study, carried out by the polling company Craft, was based on a sample of 3,000 adults of all ages, which many people will feel is much too small. But the question on the “strong leader” seems to have been near identical to the one asked in 2022 by JL Partners, for UK Onward, in a poll of more than 8,000 adults. That latter poll found that 61% of 18- to 34-year-olds supported running the UK with “a strong leader who doesn’t have to bother with parliament/elections”.

Anyway, now we’ve got the sneering and nitpicking out of the way, perhaps it’s time to park the great British talent for deflection, particularly given today’s children’s commissioner’s report into why children became involved in last summer’s riots. At least 147 children were arrested and 84 charged, with sentences handed down to those as young as 12. Almost all were boys.

Rachel de Souza’s findings make for fairly despairing reading. None of the children she’d spoken to said they were motivated by anti-immigration or far-right beliefs – in fact, some actively disdained those. They did, however, deeply dislike and distrust the police, and felt they had few or no opportunities in life. De Souza’s research suggested they were “impulsive” and searching for a thrill. As she puts it, this raises “some really serious questions about childhood in England and why our children feel so disaffected and disempowered”.

If only we’d consider those questions with the same urgency that the authorities prosecuted and sentenced children after the riots, despite concerned parties including the NSPCC and the Youth Justice Board urging that children only be criminalised for their involvement as a last resort. Yet many children were arrested under what De Souza highlights as “unusually severe and swift charges”, despite most of them not having been in trouble with the law before.

Children might sometimes do very bad and stupid things, but they are not so stupid that they can’t see they live in a country where the gulf in opportunities is quite staggering. It’s droll to think that two months after the riots, we’d be listening to Keir Starmer’s blithe defence of his decision to take up the freebie loan of an £18m penthouse so his son could study for his GCSEs in peace and quiet. “Any parent would have made the same decision,” explained the prime minister. Any parent, if you please. I do wonder what on earth the parents of the rioting youngsters were doing making the choices they did. I would simply have let my teens spend the afternoon in an £18m penthouse instead. Anyway, speaking of guillotine-beckoning comments, perhaps it isn’t the most enormous surprise that the Channel 4 study found 47% of gen Z agreeing that “the entire way our society is organised must be radically changed through revolution”.

Again, it’s easy to dismiss, but if they believe these things, surely it’s on those of our generations who failed to make the status quo seem remotely appealing? Many of the behaviours of today’s teens and young adults are not simply thick / snowflakey / lazy, but rational responses to a world created by their elders, if not always betters. The childhood experience has deteriorated completely in the past 15 years or so. We have addicted children to – and depressed them with – smartphones, and done next to nothing about this no matter how much evidence of the most toxic harms mounts up. Children in the US are expected to tidy their rooms by generations who also expect them to rehearse active-shooter drills. We require young people to show gratitude for living in an iteration of capitalism in which they have not only no stake, but no obvious hope of getting a stake. It seems to them that there have been better times to be alive.

If overly “woke” politics was hurtled into statute, it was done by people much older than those now being harried for investing too heavily in it all. By the time today’s teens reach an age at which they might hold public office, politicians will be mere front-of-house figures to the real powers: the Silicon Valley titans. Parliaments will be self-driving. We will all be watched over by machines of loving grace.

There’s a good couplet in The Mission, a movie from the mid-cretaceous period (1986) that no one in gen Z will have watched. “Such is the world,” deflects one character. “No,” counters another. “Such have we made it.” The answer to the question “will no one think of the children?” is usually: no, not for a second. We should, though, and urgently. The future quite literally depends on it.

[fun-esta]

[californianedgeworth]

the amount of people who point out Steven as some kind of money hungry villain manipulating Shane and Ryan in the whole Watcher debacle is so annoying. clearly they just liked Shane and Ryan a lot better and want to take culpability away from them. but all 3 of them made this decision, as far as we know they're all equally accountable. stop making conspiracies based off people's lives you don't know so you can continue to justify your parasocial relationship jfc