#an off stage break 🩵

[sua-alnst]

"Oh, my Clematis, hope withered in the abyss

Oh, my Clematis, please stay by my side."

Hello, this is the unofficial RP Blog of Alien Stage's Sua, by VIVINOS, found on Youtube.

This blog does contain spoilers, as we know from round one.. yea.

Sua was one of the Contestant's in the 49th Season of Alien Stage, and former student of the Anakt Garden, along with fellow contestants Mizi, Till, and Ivan. Now, she roams as a tangible spirit after meeting her demise in Round 1 to Mizi by a single point.

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She/They for muse and mun, Muse IS my HC a lesbian so no straight ships.

Timezone is EST/UTC-5:00

May be OOC as Sua didn't get much development before.. yknow. Also very AU and Headcanon based because of this.

Very Crossover/OC friendly!!

No NSFW asks, Mun is a minor and asexual!!

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all in! 🎤 ~ Mentions/Interactions with Hyuna

ruler of my heart 🎻 ~ Mentions/Interaction with Luka

new contestants 🎧 ~ Mentions/Interactions with Any OCs!

memoirs of self🌌 ~ Any Art Reblogs

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up the steps 🎶 ~ Anything IC/In Character

dividers are by @cybersyndicate and @boygirl-club respectively!

[adragonprinceswhore]

Rumours

Aemond Targaryen x (Ex)wife

Chapter IV: Never Going Back Again 🎼 Masterlist

Summary: Aemond answers your performance of 'Dreams' by singing yet another newly composed song during rehearsal. This time, you can't contain the rage he elicits within you.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, angst, smut, hatesex, rough sex, oral (m. receiving), spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, P in V, choking, degradation, manhandling

Word count: 4880 A/N: Thank you always to my love Justine, @theoneeyedprince for helping me by having a look at the edited version 🩵

Bringing Aemond’s old hoodie on tour feels like harbouring a shameful secret.

You’d felt weak enough when you spontaneously brought it with you when you moved out of your shared flat. And when you realised it was the only thing that could make you fall asleep any time anxiety weighed heavy on your chest.

So when you packed your suitcases to tour the Seven Kingdoms, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to leave it behind. But the shame of still needing it; still needing the memory of him, resulted in you storing it away somewhere no one would see it, least of all yourself. 

Until you sought it out. 

You wake up still curled on the side of the large bed, Aemond’s scent encompassing you.

How long will his smell linger on the fabric?

Soon, it’d disappear and you’d have no trace of him left. 

You reach Winterfell the next day. Luckily, you’re allowed a small break before the next performance, leaving you some time to explore the city and rehearse with the band. 

You spend your day sightseeing in the capital of the North; grabbing coffee with Helaena and window shopping around the bustling city centre. 

Despite the quick friendship you had established after joining the band, your relationship with Helaena has become greatly strained following your separation from Aemond. 

You know she hates the tension and the fighting. She has a habit of closing off and retreating whenever she feels uncomfortable, and having two band members in an infected conflict is not something she finds easy to navigate. You still love her like a sister, and you know Aemond holds her dear as well, so you try to spare her from it all, even if your attempts aren’t always successful. 

“We’ll be late for the rehearsal if we don’t leave soon”, you tell her as she’s eyeing a pair of sparkly firefly hair clips. She nods absentmindedly in response and picks up the clips, 

“I know, I know. Let me just get these”, she answers with a smile, heading towards the register.  

Helaena pays for the newest addition to her endless collection of insect trinkets, and you leave for the venue you’ll be performing at in two days; Winterfell Arena. 

This is going to be your biggest show yet. 

When your management booked the arena you were scared of not selling enough tickets to justify such a large space. But you’d been pleasantly surprised by the interest shown in the North. The last tickets had just sold, and it would be your largest audience to date. 

Entering the arena, you’re taken aback by its sheer size. You can’t believe you’ll be performing in a place like this, and to a sold-out crowd. You’re suddenly hit with an overwhelming sense of nauseating anxiety. Will you be able to give them a worthy show? 

Will you be good enough? 

The constant self doubt that plagues your mind had been easier to handle when Aemond was by your side. He’d always been your biggest supporter; chasing away all your inner demons with his reassurance. 

He always made you feel better. 

Now, you were left alone and with nothing but doubt keeping you company. You miss having someone to soothe you by your side. 

Miss having someone to confide in. 

To rely on. 

The stage’s larger than any you’d ever been on before. You try to shake the nerves taking over you, but it’s hard not to get overwhelmed by the size of the hall. It’s intimidatingly large. 

You and Helaena begin to set up and prepare for tonight’s rehearsal, and Jace, Erryk and Aemond drop in one by one to join. You’d expected the latter to have his usual gorgeous companion on his arm, but he surprises you by showing up alone, five minutes after the time you’d all agreed upon and without saying a word. 

It isn’t like him to show up late, and you can feel the stress radiating from him, though he stays quiet. 

You know he’s been working on yet another song for the new album, and today he mentioned in the group chat that he’d like to play it for you during rehearsal. 

He’d sent you the name; ‘Never Going Back Again’. 

Is it about his relationship with his grandfather?

When Aemond told Otto Hightower that he wanted to quit working for him at Oldtown Solicitors in order to fully focus on his music career, his grandfather had nearly cut all ties to him. 

In a particularly weak moment, he’d even given you a call, insinuating that you were a bad influence on his grandson,

“I let him entertain this silly band for the sake of Helaena and Aegon! I even let him do a minor in history at the university I financed. And yet, he meets you and suddenly wants to give that all up to record an album? Talk some sense into him, won’t you?” 

Aemond had been furious when you told him about the call from Otto, making it clear to his grandfather that he’d never go back to working with him or in property law. He’d been prepped and groomed since birth; the perfect heir to carry on the Hightower legacy. Not as flaky or unreliable as his older siblings. Always the dutiful son. 

Aemond moves across the stage to grab his bag, pulls out a water bottle and places a tablet on his tongue.  

You realise he must’ve been late due to the pain of his eye injury flaring up again. Despite his recent awful behaviour, you can’t help but feel bad for him. 

When you first started dating, you’d been scared of asking about his eye. Evidently, it was a sore subject, and you didn't want to pry. Eventually, he told you about the car accident he was in when he was 10. 

He’d been in the backseat of the family's car with his nephews, engaging in a petty fight. As the driver tried to de-escalate the situation in the back, he lost control of the vehicle, crashing it into a large tree by the side of the road. 

The only casualty from the crash was Aemond’s left eye. A piece of metal from the car had come loose during the crash and flung back through the window, creating a scar going from his forehead down to his cheek; robbing him of his vision and permanently causing him pain. 

When you started dating, you made sure to learn his routine and preferences, to make it easier and less unbearable for him when the nerve damage caused intense pain to shoot through his head. 

You still remember. 

He likes the room cool. He always lies on top of the duvet on his back, letting the chill air sooth his aching skin. Unless you’re there. Then he used to lie on his stomach next to you; one armed wrapped around your waist and his head on your chest. You’d thread your fingers through his silky hair with the softest of touches, stroking his head until the pain killers drag him into slumber. 

It had been in one of those moments that he’d first told you he loves you. 

You look over at Aemond as he makes his way towards his guitar, picking it up and experimentally playing a few chords to check the volume. 

Did he manage the pain by himself now? 

Or did he lay his head on Alys’ chest, hugging her? 

Does she run her fingers through his hair? 

Does she let them trace the outlines of the beautiful sharpness of his face? 

Over his cupid's bow, nose bridge, cheekbones?

Does he lay his head on her chest, letting the drum of her heart lull him to sleep? 

Does he allow her to come as close?

You go through the set list, discussing the order of both your older and newer songs. 

Jace, Helaena and Erryk all praise your performance of Dreams, asking you to perform it each night moving forward. 

Helaena, standing next to her brother, leans towards him and mumbles, “Your back-up vocals really make the chorus shine”, while offering him a gentle smile. 

Aemond replies with a hum and moves to stand by one of the microphones with his guitar in hand. His usual stoic yet quietly commanding self returns when he starts to play without any explanation or introduction, fingers plucking the strings with precision. He sings, 

‘She broke down and let me in’ 

During recording, you’d briefly glanced at the words in the recording studio, huffing a laugh at his audacity. They definitely sting more on stage. Your face turns hot and you can’t decipher if it’s from humiliation or anger. Maybe both. 

He really is a dick. 

‘Made me see where I’ve been’

‘Been down one time’

‘Been down two times’ 

‘Never going back again’ 

Any sympathy you’d felt for him; any longing you’d felt for him, vanishes as he sings. Another song about you, this time in the form of the final nail in the coffin that is your marriage. 

And he had the nerve to ask you not to perform Dreams anymore? 

‘You don’t know what it means to win’

‘Come ‘round and see me again’ 

Back at the hotel room, rage makes your entire body feel hot and restless. 

How fucking dare he? 

Never going back again? 

First, he’d sung about how you broke his heart and now, he paints you like you’re the plague; like a sickness to avoid. 

All you want to do is call Alysanne and spew out all the pent up emotions storming inside of you. 

You place your phone on the nightstand and roughly shove the charger inside, fingers tapping furiously to call Alysanne.

She doesn’t answer and you call her again. Still no answer. 

You’re so restless you can’t sit down, irritation making your skin feel hot and hands tingly. 

What if you asked him to not play the song? That’s what he’d asked of you. 

Unable to stay still, you grab your key card and shove your feet into a pair of white hotel slippers, heading down to where you know Aemond’s hotel room is. 

You reach the door and knock on it firmly while your feet shuffle from side to side impatiently. 

You're not sure what you’ll tell him, the rage inside guiding you instead of your senses. 

Aemond opens the door, face unreadable and eyebrows raised in question at your sudden visit. He’s clad in nothing but a pair of green joggers and your gaze briefly flickers down to take in his shirtless stature. 

“Really? Never going back?”, you question and move in closer. The heavy hotel door shut behind you, and suddenly it’s only the two of you, in his room. 

He neither answers nor moves, and you’re standing so close that your clothed chest bumps into his naked one. You crane your neck to look into his eyes. His stern demeanour doesn’t quite reach them, gaze softer than you’d imagined. 

Anger still guides you, and a pathetically spiteful idea prompts you to slowly kneel before him, still standing impossibly close and eyes never straying away from his.

“Not even if I do this?”

Your face is level with his crotch as you look up at him. He’s always loved this sight; you at his mercy. But not now. Now he’s at yours. 

You slowly lean forward and press your lips against the exposed skin of his torso, fleetingly kissing him right by his happy trail, just above the hem of his trousers. 

You’ve missed the soft smoothness of his flesh; a tender veil over the hard muscles hiding underneath. So contradictingly beautiful. 

Aemond stays unmoving, eyes staring at you with a scorching intensity. You know he won’t stop you. If he didn’t want this, he’d have let you know by now. 

So you press another kiss right under his navel, and feel sickly delighted by the barely-there shiver vibrating from him. 

Slowly, and with light kisses to his stomach, you reach for the hem of his joggers, letting your hands softly pull down the fabric and reveal his manhood. He’s already half hard, and you have to bite back a smile. 

Never going back again? Yeah right. 

Your eyes never leave his as your delicate kisses trail downward, towards his cock, yet never making direct contact with it. 

His face still is as impassive as always, but he’s now grown so hard his tip is leaking precum, fuelling your actions. 

You haven’t been this close to him in months and it almost feels intoxicating; his smell encircling you. 

You want to see him lose control; you need to see him lose control. Need to hear him beg for you. 

Plead for you. 

Come for you. 

You squeeze your things together at the thought, arousal making an ache drum between your legs. It’s an addictive thought; imagining him pleading for you. Begging for you. Needing you. 

You want him to want you. 

He still hasn’t moved, or said anything. You take his silence as an invitation to continue. 

Want him to want you. 

Still locking eyes, you slowly graze your lips over his skin until your mouth is by the base of his cock. You know he won’t give you the satisfaction of letting you in on what he’s feeling, but that’s alright. 

You’ll force it out of him. 

Your hand travels up his leg and moves to grip his cock, now so hard it’s aching to be touched. You work in long, firm strokes, just the way he likes. 

The staring contest continues. You know his stoic appearance is meant to frighten you, but you know him too well. You can see the cracks appearing already. 

Eager to push him further, you slowly open your mouth and let your tongue out, gently swiping it over his leaking tip to collect the glistening beads of precum. You feel the proof of his arousal on your tongue, and you see his gaze flicker down to observe it in your mouth as you unhurriedly close your mouth and swallow. 

He stays silent, but you see his jaw twitch. 

He likes it. 

Growing bolder, you move your lips back to the tip of his cock, kissing it in a far too innocent manner before wrapping your lips around him and sucking firmly.

In the briefest of moments, his eyebrows knit together and he closes his eyes.

The satisfaction you feel at his clear arousal goes straight to the thrumming between your legs, and you briefly squeeze your thighs together. You move your mouth lower, placing feather-light kisses down his length before gently swiping your tongue over his balls. 

You can hear the restraint in each laboured breath he huffs through his nose. 

Your soft lips envelop one of his balls, and your hands continue to stroke his length. You know he loves this; loves when you get down on your knees and worship him. 

You let your tongue massage every inch as it rests in your mouth, and when you let out a moan, pure theatrics to make him succumb to you, Aemond’s jaw goes slack and his lips part uncontrollably. 

Just a little further and you’ll break him. 

You’ll win. 

Perhaps the look in your eyes let him in on your scheme. 

Perhaps he’s too close to continue. 

But when he grabs you by the hair and yanks you off of him, it takes you by surprise. 

“About to cum, baby?”, you mockingly ask.  

He clicks his tongue and grabs your forearms to pull you up so you're standing in front of him again. 

Still not saying a word, he tries so hard to appear stoic, but you can see the storm brewing within him. A sudden push to your shoulders causes you to stumble backward and land on Aemond's soft hotel bed. 

“Let’s see how fucking wet you get from sucking off the man you hate”

His voice is both calm and taunting at once. His hands come up to the sides of your leggings, pulling them down with force, taking your underwear with them.

You know you’re wet, but you really don’t want him to know that. 

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

You try to press your legs together, but one of his large hands finds its place on your mound and cups it perfectly as one of his fingers slides down between your folds to meet the silky wetness there. The fact that his hand seems to fit against you perfectly, like two puzzle pieces, amplifies your desire. And rage. 

“Having my balls in your mouth made you that wet, huh? Still so dirty, baby”, he teases, emphasis on the pet name to match your previous mock. 

You let out a yelp as his hand briefly leaves you to land a quick smack on your exposed clit. His cocksure expression flashes by before he grabs your hips again to place you on your stomach, bare ass receiving a smack as well. 

He works quickly, sitting down next to you on the bed and pulling you towards him. He places your middle on his lap, and lets his hand come down to land another smack on your asscheek. 

His hand stays on your soft skin, lingering a bit longer than you’d anticipated, before travelling down between your thighs to meet your neglected centre. 

“You like that too, don’t you?”, he asks as he catches your clit between his fingers and press harshly. 

It stings. 

It feels good. 

You press your lips together to prevent any sounds from escaping, racking your brain for a way to gain back control. 

Aemond’s fingers begin to draw firm circles and your mind starts to feel foggy from want. Without thinking, your hips begin to move in tandem with his fingers. He chuckles. 

“I know you inside out”, he triumphs, but as you move your hips, you can feel how achingly hard he is beneath you. 

You know him too. 

You pull away from his lap, sitting back on your haunches on the bed, and remove your cardigan, then your tank top, and finally your bra. 

You manage to startle Aemond by your sudden move, and you seize your chance at dominance by placing both hands on his shoulders and pushing him down, so he lies on his back on the plush, white sheets of the hotel bed. 

You straddle him, and move one hand down to pull down his sweatpants once again. Revealing his cock, you encircle him softly before placing his length between your folds, dragging your wetness all over him. You bite back a moan as his cock pushes on your clit again and again, hips move back and forward. 

Aemond seems lost for words as well, undoubtedly enjoying you moving against him. 

His seeing eye flickers wildly to take in your naked body, damaged eye not able to keep up with the rapid movements. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are pink. You momentarily feel mesmerised by his beauty. 

The realisation that you’ve missed seeing him like this, missed being with him like this, pierces your heart painfully and your hips still. 

You don’t want to think about the sadness inside. You want to break him. Like he broke you. 

Up until now, it’s been a constant fight for dominance; a never-ending back and forth. But you got him now.

“Beg me to fuck you”, you command, voice slightly out of breath. Aemond’s eyes are fixed on your heaving, naked chest.  

“What?”, he questions, like he doesn’t understand what you’re asking.

“Beg”, you repeat, voice more demanding as your breathing calms, 

“Beg me to fuck you, Aemond”

Though confusion had briefly flashed over his face, it’s now set in fury. 

His eyes narrow.

Without answering you, he places one hand on your shoulder and another on your waist, manhandling your body down on his cock in one swift motion. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, much to Aemond’s satisfaction. He grins victoriously. 

Fuck, it’s been so long. 

He begins bucking up into you in an instance. The firm hold he has on your body feels bruising, and his fingers dig into your flesh meanly so that you won’t move. 

He angles his hips, and each stroke touches your sweet spot. You bite down on your lip to hinder the moans that are fighting to escape. He’s essentially fucking you on his cock, and it feels so good you can’t think clearly anymore. 

“Come on, I know you can’t keep quiet”

He pushes your body down harder, bucking his hips up faster. You can’t help but move with him, it feels so fucking good. 

You’re still not going to come. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction. He’s gonna come. 

You clench down on his length each time he slides in and you see the tension in his jaw; the vein bulging out at the side of his neck. 

Maybe if you push him just a little bit further? 

“Oh, Aemond”, you moan as you throw your head back, tightening your muscles again, gripping him like a vice. 

He’s always loved getting praised. 

The hand he’d placed on your shoulder moves to your throat, engulfing the entirety of it. His fingers press down on the sides, 

“Shut up” 

His grip tightens. The movement of your hips begin to falter as the restricted blood flow to your head amplifies your pleasure. You bite your lip harder not to moan. 

He knows exactly how to get you. 

He continues to fuck up into your dripping cunt, ignoring your change in pace. Each stroke of his cock within your walls feels like pure ecstasy; like sparks of sheer pleasure shooting through your body. 

His expression is infuriatingly smug and you realise you must look completely blissed out as he uses your body. 

You feel the familiar tightening in your lower stomach, the sign that your peak is approaching rapidly. 

No no no, he can’t win! 

You pull away from the grip he has on you, abruptly getting off him, internally mourning the pleasure you rob yourself of. 

He needs to come. He needs to break first. 

You sit next to where he’s lying on his back, hand moving down so that you can work his length again. 

Aemond catches on to your scheme quickly and uses his strength to push you away, manhandling you so your face’s down in the mattress and ass exposed. 

He pulls on one cheek, admiring your wet and wanting centre. When he shoves back inside with an exaggerated tut, you can’t take it anymore; the pleasure’s just too much.

His touch feels too good, no matter how harsh it is. 

You try to push your face as far as possible into the bed, hoping Aemond can’t hear the moans you can’t contain any longer. 

The loud smacks of his hips against your backside and the lewd, wet sounds coming from your cunt fill the room. 

It’s so aggressively erotic. 

One of his hands finds your clit and as he starts massaging it with vigour, his other hand moves towards your head. 

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back so you are facing him. The grip hurts; like a thousand little needles assaulting your scalp. 

“You’re gonna come, I know it. Don’t you fucking dare not look me in the eye when you do”

You’re stuck in his painful grip, yet your orgasm’s racing towards you, making you clench down on his length and moan louder and louder, no longer able to hide the effect he has on you. 

The hand in your hair moves down to grab your breast roughly, nipple pinched between his fingers. You find it hard to keep your body up as pleasure makes it feel like you're floating, but Aemond’s arms around you makes it impossible for you to move. His face moves to press against yours; cheek to cheek, 

“When you sing your silly little songs about what a player I am, remember that no one else can make you feel as good as I do”

And you’re gone. The orgasm hits you so hard you almost black out. It makes your entire body jerk uncontrollably, and if Aemond hadn’t been holding you, you’d be on the floor. 

He keeps fucking your through your orgasm, breathing heavily and grunting at the intense way your walls contract around him. 

As the movements of his hips turn sloppy and frantic, you feel his face move to press between your shoulder blades, arms still holding you tightly, like he’s hugging you from behind. 

Or trying to crush you. 

You can’t decide which. 

You stay like that for a few moments. The room is quiet, save for your shared heavy breathing. You’re suddenly aware of the close proximity between the two of you and feel too exposed, regret storming inside you like in icy waves.  

Shit, what have you done?

Aemond loosens his grip around you and lowers you down on the bed much gentler than how he’d touched you before. 

You stay on your stomach, burying your face in the bed as you feel Aemond shuffle behind you, softly tracing a hand down your back before getting up and making his way towards the adjacent bathroom. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Hearing him turn on the faucet, you quickly get up from the bed. 

You have to get out before he comes back. 

You frantically look for your clothes, scattered all over the hotel room floor. Trying to be as quick as you can be feels impossible when your legs still feel far wobbly, and your mind way too fuzzy, to cooperate.  

You hear Aemond turn off the faucet as you pull on your leggings and underwear. You can’t find your bra, and you don’t even bother looking for it before pulling on your tank top and cardigan hurriedly. 

You just need to get away. 

Away from Aemond. 

You step into your slippers and dart out the front door as you hear him emerge from the bathroom. 

Not patient enough to wait for the elevator, you head towards the emergency exit and climb the two stories up to your room. 

As soon as you're inside, you toss the hotel card key on the desk by the window and throw yourself on the bed, body jolting from the force. 

You want to cry. 

You want to scream. 

You want to go to sleep and realise this was all just a fucked up dream. 

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, now fully charged and with a few messages from Alysanne, asking you how you are and if you’d gone to the cafe she’d recommended by Winterfell Central Station. 

You press her name and the small telephone icon, hoping she’ll pick up. 

“Hi honey, you okay?”, she answers, voice evidently concerned from your sudden call. 

You usually stick to texting, or pre-scheduled face-time dates. 

“I fucked up”, you say, barely above a whisper. You hope that she’ll know what happened without you actually having to say the words. You don’t want to speak it into existence. 

“Did you kill him?”, she jokes and you let out a hollow laugh. 

“Worse”, you say, and Alysanne sighs on the other end.

“Was it good?”, she asks after a long pause, making you let out another snort. 

“What do I do now, Aly? I was just going to push him a little and now-”

“That’s your problem. You always want to get a reaction out of him. What happened to just focusing on yourself?”

Her words feel patronising, like you’re being scolded by your parents. Yet you know she is right. You stay silent and mentally search for a reply; any excuse for your behaviour. 

“Yeah”, you sigh in resignation. 

You know you fucked up; that you’ve acted childish and petty. Still, the satisfied afterglow of experiencing the best orgasm you’ve had in months leaves you feeling a bit less anxious. 

Alysanne tries to distract you by asking about Winterfell, the tour, and what you’re planning on wearing for the big show tomorrow. 

It feels good to talk to a friend without holding anything back. Even if you appreciate Helaena’s company immensely, you know she’s being pulled between you and Aemond, and you’d rather not add to her suffering. 

As Aly tells you about the guy she went on a date with last night, your phone buzzes. 

You briefly glance at your screen, ready to swipe the notification away, when you notice it’s an email from your solicitors office. 

You say a quick goodbye to Aly, open the email and quickly scan through the overly formal text. Your eyes flicker over the screen, taking in what’s written. 

…finalised… 

…shared assets… 

There’s a PDF at the bottom of the email. You click on it, seeing the document you’d left for Aemond in your flat over three months ago. The empty space you’d left next to your hurried signature is now filled in, reading; 

Aemond Targaryen. 

A/N: Thank you for reading 🫶 If you wonder about if he signed the papers right after she left his hotel room; it’s a pdf with his signature, I imagine he actually signed it before leaving for the tour and it just reached her solicitors now.

[niniluvsainz]

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george russell x fem!reader

warnings... cursing

faceclaim... emilia mernes

author’s note… my first ttpd fic!! i’ve rushed through this for sure, but i just wanted to get something out! there will absolutely be more to come in the near future!

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user MOTHER IS BACK

user I MISSED Y/N ON STAGE

user I HOPE GEORGE WINS SO HE CAN CELEBRATE THERE

user WE'RE SO BACK

user omg for sure george, lando, and some of the wags will be there!

↪ user for sure pierre and kika, esteban and flavy, mick and lailah, and lily and alex!

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yourusername BARCELONA! un honor cantar para ustedes! demasiadas gracias por venir, las vibras, el amor, todo se sintio! gracias por darle la bienvenida nuevamente al tour, nos vemos en la proxima parada! (such an honor to sing for you all! thank you all so much for showing up, the vibes, the love, everything was felt tonight! thank you for welcoming the tour once again, we will see each other at the next stop!)

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flavy.barla such. an. experience.

iamrebeccad you were amazing!!

landonorris heck yeah

georgerussell63 stunning, gorgeous, unbeatable, top of the charts, gorgeous

lilymhe I LOVE YOU YOU ROCKED THAT STAGE

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f1gossipgirl success!! y/n l/n's .mp3 tour kicked off again in barcelona, the show being attended by maximum capacity! as predicted before, a few of the f1 drivers attended their friend's concert! george russell was there supporting his girlfriend, as well as alex albon and lily muni he. later on, fans noticed drivers carlos sainz, lando norris, pierre gasly, esteban ocon, fernando alonso, and charles leclerc. the other wags who attended were rebecca donaldson, francisca gomes, flavy barla, and alexandra saint mleux. fc barcelona players pablo gavi, joao felix, pedro gonzalez were also seen at the concert.

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user she is the it girl

user GUYS I THINK PARENTS ARE ENGAGED

↪ user what the hello kitty pls explain

↪ user RUN TO TWITTER!!!

twitter!

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↪ user OMG I THINK ITS HAPPENING PEOPLE

↪ user if they got engaged i'll shave my head

↪ user I DONT HAVE A CHANCE WITH EITHER OF THEM ANYMORE NOOO (im so happy for them your honor)

↪ user oh she absolutely is talking about her man

↪ user about time he put a ring on her finger !!!

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yourusername i think i'm getting married

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georgerussell63 I'M HER FUTURE HUSBAND!

georgerussell63 wait why do you think you're getting married, you ARE getting married to this handsome young fella right here

↪ yourusername uh huh sure

↪ georgerussell63 WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN-

landonorris WHOOP WHOOP CONGRATS

maxverstappen1 congratulations to the future weds!

alex_albon i'm for sure being the best man

↪ lilymhe yourusername make me maid of honor

↪ yourusername wasn't thinking of anyone else, lils <3

↪ georgerussell63 i don't think i have a choice alex_albon

charles_leclerc WHOS GONNA PARTYYYYY

↪ alexandrasaintmleux excuse him, congratulations to you both!! so happy for you

carlossainz55 congrats!! why does y/n only have her reaction photo here?

↪ georgerussell63 i made no reaction.

↪ yourusername george was baby crying and strategically aligned the camera crew to not snap a shot in his direction

francisca.cgomes MY BABY IS GETTING MARRIED

↪ yourusername ILY KIKA

fernandoalo_oficial mi nina se casa!! (my girl is getting married)

↪ yourusername si, papa postizo (yes, adoptive father)

user YOURE FUCKING ENGAGED???

user OH MY GOD IM CRYING, PARENTS ARE GONNA BE MARRIED!!!!!

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georgerussell63 you CAN win this!!

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user toto's radio message killed me

yourusername my handsome winner

yourusername WHERE'S THE TROPHY?

↪ lilymhe HE JUST CAME RUNNING OVER TO YOU

↪ alex_albon SO WHEN HE TOUCHED DOWN, CALL THE AMATEURS AND CUT EM FROM THE TEAM

↪ landonorris DITCH THE CLOWNS GET THE CROWN

↪ georgerussell63 BABY IM THE ONE TO BEAT

↪ yourusername CAUSE THE SIGN ON YOUR HEART SAID ITS STILL RESERVED FOR ME

↪ mercedesamgf1 HONESTLY, WHO ARE WE TO FIGHT THE ALCHEMY

user i love this friend group your honor

user GEORGE WON THIS SHIT

lewishamilton 🤛 🏆

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yourusername YABADABADOOOO FIANCEE DID IT!! (featuring my live reaction to the last laps where i knew george was gonna win)

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iamrebeccad GODLY WOMAN!

↪ yourusername BECKSSSS <333

georgerussell63 fiancee seems to be very talented and handsome

↪ yourusername he very much is <3

lilymhe the most beautiful bride-to-be!!

↪ alexandrasaintmleux agreed <3

francisca.cgomes CAN YOU MARRY ME INSTEAD?

↪ pierregasly okay.

↪ yourusername look at 2022 world cup, baguette. who beats you there? ;)

↪ estebanocon DAMN HIT YOU THERE!

↪ estebanocon wait...

taglist: @ultraviolencesam @Topguncultleader @peachiicherries @lilyferrari16 @tpwkstiles @cherry-piee @marshmummy @khaylin27 @Stinkyjax

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Just some thoughts.

“There’s only so high you can go. At some point you’re not gonna make that expectation. Going out on a high and now feeling like I’m starting a fresh, came to terms with the fact that, that was so great and if I never get to do that on that level again, that’s okay.”

— Harry Styles, Behind the Album

Ever since Harry’s started saying his goodbyes on stage, this quote as been echoing in my head. All the variations of how he’s been saying thank you, and I’ll miss you, and talking about his break; it’s an unpopular opinion, but none of them ever really strike me as some big, final “goodbye” in the strictest sense. Rather, it feels like he’s thanking this era, giving it it’s time in the sun and reveling in what he has whilst he has it, before giving it a proper send off and putting it to bed.

The Fine Line and Harry’s House eras have meant an unprecedented skyrocket in his profile, and for a person who thought One Direction would be the pinnacle of his time in music, to find out it wasn’t, is a lot. A lot of joy, a lot of pride, but also a lot of pressure.

It’s safe to say this is the most popular and most successful he’s ever been, and I’m sure it’s incredibly reminiscent of where he was and how he felt when the band went on hiatus, which can easily bring about those same anxieties of “Well, what happens next?”

I think the reason he’s using this certain language to say his goodbyes is, in my opinion, not because he’s leaving and never coming back. It reads more like he’s giving himself the room to acknowledge that this chapter of his career (just like the last) was so beautiful, so memorable, such a high, in order to come to terms with the fact that if it’s never like this again — if it turns out he comes back and is met with (much) less success, or popularity, or love — it’ll be okay.

It seems like this is a lesson he’s taken with him from going solo: that natural breaks in your career shouldn’t be spent worrying about what comes next, that the goal of each phase of your career isn’t to “top” the last, because what that leads to is working from a place of fear. (Which he’s said he doesn’t want to do anymore.)

And so, I think, by saying a proper goodbye to this chapter, he’s releasing himself of the pressure to “top” it. He’s honoring this moment, this peak, for what it is, and by doing that, he’s also allowing himself and his art not to be defined entirely by these eras and this level of success. Releasing himself of that pressure, allowing himself to acknowledge that a long career means highs and lows and ebbs and flows, allowing himself to be “less than” who he is now in the future, is what’s going to make making music for his next era fun and personal, and maybe, in turn, end up making him a bigger and better artist than what he’s leaving behind. Or not.

The point is, either way, he’ll be okay, and happy, and healthy. And most importantly, peak of his career or not, everything that comes after will still be entirely Harry. 🩵

[monseulamourrr]

→ “of pink sunsets and cotton candy kisses.” || ahn yujin x reader fic.

— a nice and eventful day out with your girlfriend gives you the peace and relaxation you’ve needed for a while despite it all being unexpected…

word count: 1.3k

tags: tooth-rotting fluff once again!

requested? : nope.

a/n: this is for the wonderful @vex91 🩵🩵 this kind of came out of the blue so i hope it isn’t too messy 💔 i hope you all (especially vexie!) enjoy this one! ☺️

when your girlfriend told you that she was going to give you your well-earned rest, you thought would hand over a free admission to the local spa and massage salon or treat you to a nice dinner by the beautiful lake but then again, your girlfriend is ahn yujin. and ahn yujin was full of surprises.

she stood beside you with her eyes a million times bright than all the colourful lights that surrounded the two of you. she took note of your bewildered and utterly confused expression and laughed as she gently nudged your shoulder with her own. the smell of cinnamon and a whole lot of other sweet things start wafting into your nose, the sounds of machinery and the different music coming from numerous speakers were tantalizing despite your confusion. you turned to your girlfriend (whose eyes did not leave your face the entire time you let everything sink in) and spoke in a quiet voice, “the… fair?”

“THE FAIR!”

a couple of people turned their heads to your direction, making you slightly bow down yours as a small apology. yujin seems unaffected, however, slaps the all-you-can-ride wristband on your arm, “there was no way i was gonna let you miss this, of course! we’re gonna go on every ride, we’re gonna eat a lot of food, and we’re gonna be happy.” she said.

she pulls you aside so the two of you wouldn’t be in the middle of the pathway. yujin looked pretty under the golden lights of the giant carousel the two of you have decided to stand beside in. she takes your hands, “you’ve been wanting a break for a while. and i thought this would be fun. we don’t really do this often.” she raises your hands to your lips and gives them a soft kiss. “is this okay?” she whispers, this time with a quiver in her voice.

“are you kidding?” you smiled at her, then looked around. the entire place was bright with lights, music, energy, and happiness. this was the next best thing yujin could’ve done for you. “it’s more than enough.” and then you kissed her hands in return, grinning when she noticeably got shy.

“come on then, let’s have some fun!” yujin puts a fox ear headband on your head and a dog ear headband on her own before taking your hand and dragging you towards the nearest intense ride in the area.

it was more like yujin was going to have fun and you were going to scream your head off. she made sure to drag you to all of the scary rides. not only will she have the time of her life laughing at you but because you would hug her arm so tightly and refuse to let go the entire ride. was it worth the playful hits on the shoulder after? totally.

at least you beat her on almost all of the carnival games though. except for the ones that involved shooting balls through hoops—yujin played basketball a lot in high school, after all. she won you a lot of stuffed dolls and after the fourteenth doll, you had to drag her away from a game even though she absolutely refused. (she just really wanted to win you that giant snorlax plushie!)

last but not least, the two of you snacked on the variety of food that the fair offered! from corndogs, candy apples, rolled ice cream, shawarma, and (your personal favourite) mini donuts! yujin had insisted on sitting on one of the tables near the stage inside the fair. there was a live band that performed a variety of songs and you teased yujin about going up there and singing with them (since the band was inviting some audience members to sing and show off their talent) but she bashfully refused. always so humble about her talents!

“you’re such a messy eater.” you grabbed a napkin from your bag and wipe the ketchup from her lips (she was eating pigs in a blanket, saying that they looked too cute not to be feasted on). yujin grins while you cleaned her face up, and you couldn’t help but return the smile.

“thanks, love.” yujin says as you trashed the napkin. you pinched her cheek as a response, getting a whine in return. you then opted to watch as the band sang for the crowd, nodding your head along to the music.

(apparently, yujin much rather preferred watching you. her eyes were fixed on your face the entire time the band played. and even when you caught her staring and teased her for it, she refused to look away. happiness looked good on you. yujin wanted that feeling to be constant—even better if she were the one to make it so.)

what to do for the final hour? walk around the park right beside the fair where it was much more quiet, and where the two if you were offered some scenery as you decided to rest in the middle of a bridge. the stream underneath it ran smoothly along its path and you found joy in just staring as the sun reflected on it.

you averted your gaze from the stream to the skies above. a mix of orange, purple, and mostly pink. beautiful.

“look what i got us!” ah, speaking of beautiful. yujin approaches you with two sticks of cotton candy; hers was blue, yours was purple. “i couldn’t resist the kid that sold them. i swear this is our last snack today.” she leaned on the railing as you did, taking a bite out of the sweet stuff she had and humming in approval right after.

the two of you fall into a comfortable silence with only the sounds of the water running and the distant music accompanying you. you move closer to yujin, laying your head on her shoulder as you stared at the trees in the distance. you feel her rest her cheek on your head, and she wraps her free arm around your waist loosely to keep you close.

“did you like all of this, (y/n)?” yujin asked. you feel her thumb caressing your hip. you feel safe.

“of course. this is the best day i’ve had in a while,” you raised your head slightly. all your worries and troubles seem to just melt away when you look at yujin. “so thank you.” you lean close, laughing slightly when your foreheads bumped against each other by accident, and gave yujin a kiss so light it made her want more.

she doesn’t ask for more, she simply takes it. politely, of course. yujin tilts her head and catches your lips in a searing kiss. you giggled at her enthusiasm but you returned the affection with the same energy, your own free arm snaking around her back and clutching her sweater. her lips tasted sweet, must be the cotton candy. you liked it.

yujin pulls you closer (maybe she tasted the cotton candy on you too), never really having enough of your kiss and always needing more. a gust of wind blows towards your direction and what with yujin melting you into a puddle, your grip on your cotton candy stick loosens, making you accidentally drop it into the stream.

“shoot—sorry, yuj.” you apologized, watching as the water washed the cotton candy away along with its stick.

“it’s okay,” yujin gives you a kiss on your temple and pats your head. “we can share this one!” she said, raising her cotton candy to your face. well, with a smile like hers, how could you resist? you took a bite out of the blue cotton candy, humming in approval at its delicious blueberry flavour. yujin couldn’t resist kissing you again, making you giggle but it was welcomed.

“i’m glad you enjoyed this day, (y/n),” yujin presses her forehead against yours. “and i want to give you more days like these. if you let me.”

you laughed softly and gave her nose a small kiss, “i’m looking forward to it all, love.”

the two of you spent the rest of your time there on that bridge—warm and happy while sharing cotton candy kisses underneath the pretty, pink skies.

[florencetypemaniacs]

If your okay with spicy asks, How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?

Relationship Stage: Couple 

Very Mild NSFW (just in case)

💛 Marcel 

Marcel feels his eyes on him and turns to find you looking at him with that look. That look made him completely forget about the conversation he was having with the person in front of him. 

How could he focus when you were looking at him like that? 

With a smile, he politely exited and went over to you, kissing you ever so softly. 

"Is there something you need?" Marcel asked, his voice light, even if his eyes were full of lust. The lust in his eyes darkened when you gave him a coy smile. 

"No, can't I just look at my boyfriend?" You asked too innocently, and Marcel fought the urge to take you into his arms. 

Marcel cursed a little in old Latin and softly held your hand, helping you stand. 

"I...desire you," Marcel whispered in your ear, making you gasp. No coy remarks. Instead, it's just a blunt need. The silent question was in his eyes, and you answered by pulling him up the stairs into your bedroom.

🧡 Margaret 

I don't think she would understand right away, but when she does, she is a blushing mess. She felt something inside flutter, and she felt a deep desire. Whoever she is talking to will see that her face is as red as a tomato, and she would have to leave the room out of embarrassment, not noticing that you were following her.

"Margaret!" 

When her name was called, Margaret spun around to see you walking towards her, worry on your face. 

"Are you okay?" Those were the first words out of your mouth when you stopped in front of her. 

Margaret shook her head, and her hands went to rest on her cheeks; they were warm to the touch. 

"Everything is fine. I just got a little overwhelmed." She said it meekly. 

You frowned. "Margaret..." You sighed. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" 

"You didn't!" Margaret's hand grabbed your own, making you look into Margaret's eyes. 

Margaret felt herself shutter in want and looked down at the ground in embarrassment. "I'm not uncomfortable. I just..." Margaret's words trailed off. 

You gave Margaret's hand a gentle squeeze in support. Margaret swallowed and looked into your eyes, not breaking the intensity. 

"I just really wanted you." 

❤️ Owen 

He would stare with a raised eyebrow. Owen would let you know with his eyes exactly what was going to happen before walking over to you with all the confidence in the world. Owen's eyes roamed your figure as he helped you up and out of the chair. 

"If we weren't in public, lass/duck/lad, I would carry you out here." 

You felt your breath quicken as you stepped even closer to him. "What's stopping you?" 

Owen tilted his head, seeming to think for a moment before grinning at you. 

"Nothing." He whispered in your ear before he started to drag you out of the room. 

You both made it to the door until you heard the sound of a throat clearing behind you. 

"Ahem." 

Owen and you turned to Aunt Zinnia, a hand on her hips and eyes dark. You could feel Owen sag beside you in defeat. 

"Shit." 

💙 Rosemary 

People's eyes are usually on her every time she walks into the room. So what made this different? You. The minute Rosemary noticed that look on your face, she couldn't help but be pleased with herself. Your eyes were the ones that she wanted on you, and the need to be near you would be so strong as she swayed over to your side, a smirk on her face. 

"Dollface/Angelface/Handsome if you keep looking at me like that, people might think you're not so well-behaved." 

"Who said I was well-behaved?" You whispered close, and Rosemary just gave you a coy smile. 

"Do I have to teach it to you?" Rosemary raised an eyebrow. "How can a lady think when you're looking at her like that?" 

Rosemary didn't comment when your arms wrapped around her waist. 

"How about we don't think for a while?" You said, a teasing tone in her ear, and Rosemary grinned. 

🩵 Tai

All you would see was a blank stare before Tai would turn back to what he was doing. But on the inside, Tai would be having a mental battle to not drag you to the bedroom. 

Did you know what you were doing to him? 

All his thoughts had already consumed you, and now you were giving him this look? 

Tai breathed in and out, knowing that you two would have a private moment alone sooner or later where he could properly have you with sweet words and tender touches. 

Good things happen to those who wait. 

💚 Zane

The moment Zane saw the look on your face, he felt himself grin from ear to ear. Desire was deep in his eyes as he gave you the same look right back. 

Although he was hungrier, he was more animalistic, like a snake ready to swallow his prey. 

No matter what Zane was doing, he was coming to you, a gasp escaping your lips when he kissed you.

Long and deep, full of promises and love that he never thought he would feel. 

When you both came up for breath, you could feel eyes on you, and then Zane's lips were on your skin again, tender and then hungry, until your head hit the wall behind you in bliss. 

"Do you think you can look at me like that and not have a consequence for your actions? " Zane whispered against your skin. 

A shiver went down your spine, and Zane laughed. "It isn't a consequence, hm? It's more of a reward." Before you know it, Zane has picked you up from the floor, your legs around his waist.

"Isn't that right, little lion?" 

[m-v-tique]

🤖🖥️Scrina = ISFJ🩹🩵

Her first impression can already be mistaken for Ni-Fe (INFJ), however through out the game play character analysis I realized that this isn’t likely;

- Scrina shows feelings of remorse, guilt and/or longing. Just by the torment and yearning to break free and see her maternal figure again, after five years.[ Dominant Si -> Aux Fe + Melancholy ]

- She vents her frustration and dread towards the player/Olivia, though she did not know she was hurting her during the game. [ Secondary Melancholic(?) ]

- Unsure if her intelligence is even evident, however it’s fitting that Scrina can sometimes be informational when it comes to her knowledge about things or the possible use of “common sense”. [ Dominant Si -> Tert Ti (?) ]

- No signs of intuition, hints of ideas, nor inventive/inspirational, despite being with her for longest. But it depends and it’s up to the upcoming game. [ Inferior Ne ]

- She’s managed to be mostly serious or calm, yet she’s used like a dog so there’s emotional or temperamental development… Poor girl. [ Phlegmatic + Melancholy ]

- Due to rather unpredictable situations she longs and looks for trust, despite her mistreatment from everyone. Except Asmodena and later on Olivia when they appear in Alex realm. [ Social + Enneagram 6]

- She is forced to do as Alex commanded in assertive ways to the point she had to do what she must. And knowing it can lead to consequences despite the cruelty, she remains under his control and pressure. [ Self Peservation + Enneagram 1 ]

- Although hostile to the player but mistreated, she’d probably try to take a like just by providing anything she can as long as it’s pleased. [ Gut Enneagram 2 ]

Conclusion:

ISFJ “The Defender”|| 6w5 - SO/SP - 612 || Phlegmatic-Melancholic || RCOAI

Scrina is an ISFJ, “The Defender” Type.

Anyone with an ISFJ personality type are quite honest, caring and lawful people to be with. In strength they can be very hardworking, patient and loyal, but they often can be shy, take a lot of criticism and would bottle up of what they feel.

(Introverted, Observant/Sensing, Feeling, Judging)

As 6w5 The loyalist; Social 6 serves as her way of trusting anyone else in hopes they will help her. As according to studies, Enneagram 6 in an early stage go through an unpredictable situation, and would end up not believing such instinct or intention of trusting someone.

Wing 5 shows practicality and carefulness, so having SP1 shows exactly that. As there was already an idea of SP1 (*Which is in Dolly’s Profile), by core she tries to perfect what she can’t do, doing orders and duties but in the end suffers from all of these demands.

Enneagram 2 are generous, caring and supportive. 2s are quite like 1s but by polarity they are charitable and outgoing. It just so happens to be Scrina’s gut since 2s are represented as people-pleasers, valuing other needs instead of theirs.

Although pessimism was expressed from Scrina throughout the game, it’s blatant if this was her dominant temper. Not to mention her mom/sis is practically melancholic, but strongly not confirmed just yet. She seemed very phlegmatic to be melancholic, but grief is more of a secondary function just for missing her loved one.

Finishing off Reserved; for her introversion, Calm; for her turbulence, and Organized. Accomodating as she’s cooperative, greatly authentic of her own character. And lastly, Inquisitive since she’s more of a resourceful type of individual to listen.

Other Notes/Trivia:

It’s likely she’s an INTP “The Logician” or an ESFJ “The Consul”

It’s also likely she’s Phlegmatic rather than Phlegmatic-Melancholic.

Refrences/Resources:

[maspaz]

🧡💛💚🩵💙 for Bruno AAAND 🧡💚🩵 for Ballister :] - @prismaticuniverses

EEEEE RIS!!!!! I LOVE YOU RIS!!

Bruno:

🧡 how do they become friends? do they ask up front or is it a gradual realization?

we're friends immediately by virtue of me lending him a horse

as all good friendships start /j

💛 what are their favorite activities to do together? or what do they usually do when they spend time together?

i've been thinking of us dancing a lot recently... he just likes being around me as i do my little tasks tho. errands and cooking. he pretends he likes my food more than julieta's until i have her dinner for the first time and im like "bruno why would you ever eat dinner with me when this goddess is here" and he has no answer sdjkfghsdjk

💚 do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?

yes,,, bruno is bullied by his family about it at first and he has no choice but to recognize im a handsome lady and so gets flustered around me.

meanwhile i was struck with feelings for him by virtue of when meeting him, he shouted "YOU HAVE HORSES! HORSES! i need a horse." and im like "oh. hello :) these horses belong to my family so i can't just - " "my sobrina is missing, please please please - " he doesn't need to beg, i'm already giving him the reigns

GOD i need to write ff

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

*adds that to my canon*

💙 do they pine and yearn for each other quietly, or can they not stop talking about the other to their friends/family?

definitely the second one. it's just brunos luck that when people stop bullying him about his crush that he starts talking to anyone who will listen about me and our dates

Ballister:

🧡 how do they become friends? do they ask up front or is it a gradual realization?

answered previously, i dont think i can repeat it well enough buuuut

bal and i met while he was still dating ambro, and we hit it off (to no ones discomfort!) and exchange social medias. i think we probably bond over our love for classic rock, i mention offhandedly that i'm part of a cover band and he's like "that's awesome!" and i'm like "it's not!" because i'm only in it to hit things with sticks (but i dont tell him that (probably))

he and ambro break up (first love heartbreak) and he sees me singing at some restaurant (the band broke up and i was left with no creative outlets, or a job but the owner knows my dad and i get in that way)

we only start talking after he takes a pic of me on stage and sends it to me asking 'this you?' and i reply 'how dare you remind me i'm being watched /j' and we keep texting until late at night for a few weeks

💚 do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?

nim calls me his boyfriend as a joke and the idea gets stuck in his head... he's up late at night thinking "oh fuck, here we go again" when he realizes he Wants me to be his boyfriend

meanwhile im working my shifts while thinking of texting him at all times, bored and wishing i was with him instead because he's funny, and cute, and oh no

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

oh yeah. lots of stuttering and trying to avoid eye contact. nim gets it immediately and has to constantly hurry us along when we're alone together

[wanderlustt-101tn]

Music City Polar Plunge!

February 24,2024

500 people came out to participate in the pluge which led to a break in records for Special Olympics Tennessee!❤️❤️❤️

Being able to participate in a polar plunge has always been on my bucket list just never thought I could due to my chronic illness POTS and knowing that I was able to cross it off just gives me the confidence to get through life.

It was a beautiful day to change lives

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

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I waited for a few months for this day and ended up being way better than expected. I'm amazed at how many people came out, to plunge and even cheered on us plungers. I've never witnessed anything like it before! They don't call Tennessee “The Volunteer State” for nothing y'all! 500 people came out to The Nissan Stadium and plunged and the parking lot was filled with a crowd, a chili cook-off, a couple of radio stations, and even the news station there, I saw quite a few people up on the Pedestrian Bridge! It was truly incredible and a day I'll never not want to talk about.

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In the wise words of La Knight “Let me Talk to ya! YEAH!!”

I now have another great event I can look forward to while living here in Tennessee! If you suffer from joint pain or even mental health, swelling Etc. I would suggest One cold plunge a month! & let me know if you notice a difference

We originally had planned on watching the other plunges after we were done, but thanks to POTS sometimes day-to-day plans can be changed. I'm not sure what else to really say other than looking forward to next years!

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Some important things to know if you decide to plunge.

Check-in doesn't start till 10:30ish, followed by a chili cook-off and beer garden opening at 11 then kicking off the Polar Plunge with award ceremony and plunges!

Plungers meet behind the little stage and line up. Once in line, you'll be asked for your Team name, your captain's team name, an intro song, and the reason why you are plunging. I was a little bummed that the announcer didn't do that this year but probably because of how many people were there.

You get a nice little 3.2.1. Countdown and that's it! The water was 50 degrees while the outside temperature was 48 with some wind. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I strongly recommend wearing socks if you don't want to get that initial shock reaction, they also help you to not slip or slide when coming up after jumping in. While it wasn't as cold as I expected the cold water did turn my hands red and lost feeling and circulation in both, meanwhile my mom still had feeling in her hands they were just cold. Just goes to show how different things can be for someline like me! 🩵💪🏻

[ineffablymischievousscamp]

Devastatingly Beautiful Moments

The love and joy on their faces in gifs 2 & 3 is glorious, but we never give enough attention to the devastating beautiful, yet subtle moments after. When they break apart again...

David, visibly swallows and gets choked up while Michael walks away. After, he just stares off into the distance, processing. It feels so raw, it makes me ache for them.

Oh and what does Michael do while David is lost in thought? He looks back.

Until They Get Home - Staged S2E8

🩵 For the briefest of moments, they reached home. 🩵

Staged S02E08 #17

[bageitower]

Taylor’s Eras Tour Captions: “soon”

This is me clowning so don’t take this completely serious lol. Throughout the Eras Tour so far, Taylor has posted on social media about the shows she’s done. I remember seeing people using Taylor emphasizing the number 3 in her captions to predict the Speak Now TV announcement/release. One of the 3’s used was a set of 3 emojis which kinda was kept in the back my mind...

Today for Taylor’s Denver post, she used the 🔜 emoji which I remembered she used before so I took a look at her previous captions. She originally used it to share pictures from Glendale N1 and talk about doing it again (“do the whole thing again”) 👀

So my theory is what if she is more or less going to repeat these “see you soon” sentences to the next city. And when it is “Hey *** you’re NEXT 💜” then we can expect the next re-recording album announcement. If so, there are 6 captions between Glendale N1 and Atlanta’s. The next shows are going to be (in order and this year) Seattle, Santa Clara, LA, Mexico City, Buenos Aires, Rio de Janeiro, and Sâo Paulo.

Assuming she reuses the “play again tonight” caption for LA after that day break, we would land at something like “Hey Sâo Paulo, you’re NEXT 🩵” and an announcement in Brazil. Which kinda lines up with the break for the winter before the 2024 leg.

I mentioned earlier how people brought up the 3’s Taylor kept using. People are also now seeing a pattern with 5’s like Taylor saying “sooooo” and “Ahhhhh”. Could this mean that the next re-recording is 1989? Keep in mind that Taylor also goes to the 5th floor after the 3rd floor in the Bejeweled MV. Oh shit, if I remember correctly the last time Taylor performed at Dick Clark’s Rockin New Year’s Eve was in 2014 (bringing in 2015) with Welcome To New York and Shake It Off. What if we get to bring in the new year with those songs, Taylor Versions?

Glendale N1: “See you 🔜 Glendale, Erazona☺️”

Glendale N2: “See you in Vegas 😆”

Vegas N1: *no soon but “What’s there to do but play again tonight?”*

Vegas N2: “See you next weekend in Texas!”

Arlington: *no soon but “I’m counting down the seconds til we hit the stage in Tampa next week”*

Tampa: *nothing*

Houston: *no soon but “seriously can’t wait for Atlanta”*

Atlanta: *no soon but “Hey Nashville you’re NEXT 💜”*

Now Taylor does not owe us another re-recording so soon and especially being so busy with tour. I am super grateful for Speak Now TV. This is more of a fun guess when I realized when I saw the Denver post. I also do realize there are theories that say Taylor is going continue with the double numbers and maybe something on 8/8 during the LA shows.

[xhudgenssistersconfessions]

in my imo she was active now as she was before (not in terms of social network) in 2021 this tumblr was on fire when vanessa was not working because she "only" had tick tick boom at the end of the year and it was something she recorded in 2020, anyways my point is, any time she takes a break depending on the year, can be 2013, 2021, some of you will complain that she doesn't work (but i included her stage works because they kind of explain her absence on screen, you can't do everything at once) but there are times when she stays off for weeks and that is ok she has the right no one is a machine everyone is human. but i think because she was more active in the past (now) i'm talking about paparazzi social network etc it gives the feeling that she was more active or at least less lowkey about her personal life but in general i think she's as active now as she was before with her little breaks, we will have moments of boredom and she disappearing for weeks forever and then projects and projects, normal

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[florencetypemaniacs]

What is the Ro's reaction to Mc wearing their clothes?

Bonus for small/short Mc just drowning in the clothes of their taller Ro's.

Relationship Stage: Couple

💛 Marcel

Marcel wouldn't be able to stop the dopey smile that crossed his face when he looked at you.

You were just too cute.

Marcel's heart would do a little flip every time you came out in his clothing and would kind of hope you would wear it more often by offering you his jacket or hoodie. Or telling you that he hasn't done your laundry so I guess you're just going to have to wear his hoodie.

🧡 Margaret

Would be a little confused not only about why you were wearing her clothes but why she liked it so much? You had your clothes but you wore hers and compared to the body type of your MC they probably didn't fit very well either being too big or too little.

Then one day when she was alone put your clothes on and then completely understand.

She liked this. She liked it a lot.

Margaret would then giggle every time you came out in her outfits and feel giddy.

❤️ Owen

Very smug. Just smirking when you aren't looking, his eyes roaming your body.

He would pull you close. "You look good, Lass/Duck/Lad."

You looked at him with such sincerity that he felt his breath caught.

"You bloody fucking believe it." He threw you over his shoulder, a smile breaking over his face as you laughed when he carried you into a bedroom.

💙 Rosemary

Would be surprised, her clothes aren't very comfortable as more stylish but she would enjoy how they looked on you.

Lightly teasing or giving you compliments about how cute you were, trying to make you a blushing mess or waiting for you to bring the teasing to another level.

I could see Rosemary thinking about it while you are asleep and just her heart feeling with adoration about the more domestic or stable bliss she found herself in after all the hurt.

🩵 Tai

His embarrassment and arousal would come off as anger.

"What the heck are you wearing? Is that mine?."

You could tell that Tai wasn't really mad because his face wasn't turning purple in anger but rather a nice shade of red that went with his pitch-high voice.

You grinned. "What do I not look good in it?"

Tai's eyes roamed your body, the blush turning do dark, he looked like a cherry. "No, I mean...I have to go!"

Tai ran out of the room, leaving you standing there smiling.

Every time you came out Tai would blush and look away although never told you that he hated it and in fact, he wished you did it more.

💚 Zane

It is bold of you to assume Zane isn’t already doing this, honestly, he would see you wearing his clothes as a challenge and start stretching out your clothes.

You are wearing his favorite button shirt he pulls out your favorite outfit no matter what it is and puts it on.

But he would be very turned on by not just you wearing his clothes but him wearing your own, practically jumping you whenever you walked in and the next day he would be wearing your clothes.

[florencetypemaniacs]

Ebeuwjjdhdi AHHHH I love your IF! If you are doing RO questions, what would their reaction be if they forgot the MC's B Day in the relationship stage?

💛 Marcel

Marcel would never forgive himself; he would feel so guilty and do everything in his power to make it right. I could see him surprising you with something you really loved, like a night out at your favorite restaurant or watching your favorite movie, and trying to make it as special for you as possible. 

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary would test the waters; she is very good at reading people, so if you were upset, she would know. If you weren't upset, she would apologize to you, of course, over dinner or in private. If she could tell that you were upset, then that would be a whole other story. She knows how it feels to be disappointed, especially with a partner, and would try to fix it the best way she knew how with....romance. She is romantic at heart, so she would get all your friends and family to help set up a private moment between just the two of you. So you would be surprised when she drove you up to a romantic spot with fairy lights in the trees and a picnic basket that your aunt packed with all your favorite deserts. 

❤️ Owen

On the outside, it would seem that he didn't care at all that he missed your birthday, but on the inside, he would be so full of guilt. So anything you wanted, you got for a week. You need the trash taken out. Owen has it handled. You need to babysit Jezebel? Owen will help you get her to bed. You might not even notice it at first how Owen is buzzing around you like a bee. 

🧡 Margaret

Break down and cry. How could she do this to you? Her family always went big on birthdays and holidays, and this was no different, and she ruined yours. As soon as Margaret found out what she had done, she would jump into your arms and ask you to forgive her. I could see her buying you flowers and chocolates, even if you said you were fine. She would continue to do it until you finally had a sit-down conversation with her and told her that you had forgiven her. 

🩵 Tai

Tai would mentally kick himself. How could he forget your birthday? What kind of partner was he? Honestly, he would have a dramatic monologue in his head about how he was the worst partner ever until someone, whether it be Rosemary or Owen, told him to stop having a pity party. So to make it up to you, he made a romantic dinner. Food is something he has a passion for, and you are someone he loves dearly, so why not treat you to your favorite dish, no matter if it is junk food or unhealthy? Hell, it could be greasy hamburgers from the dinner up the street, and he would still serve them. 

💚 Zane

Zane would try to play it off that he didn't forget at all and try to plan something big for you, like a party with all your family and friends, even going as far as to help Marcel invite people since he isn't good in a social setting, which he would never speak of that he asked for help.