#and please let me know what you think!

[folerdetdufoler]

forty love

Isak Valtersen is the world’s best male tennis player. Even Bech Næsheim is not. But he’s ranked #32 in the world, which is impressive enough, and he’s Norway’s favorite. Isak understands why: Even has a friendly face, an iconic headband, and the ability to make every journalist laugh in press, even after a brutal loss. He’s a hometown hero who pours his heart out in every match, and embraces the nickname fans have given him: Bechy with the Good Hair. He doesn’t advance very far in tournaments, if he qualifies, but whenever he does they are always matches to watch. Isak is the world’s best tennis player, but the world is watching Even.

After a chance training arrangement at the US Open, Isak is watching Even too. He doesn’t want to get distracted on his way to a world-record win, but it seems like his heart isn’t giving him a choice.

including beautiful art by @evakuality in the last chapter!

part of the 2023 @skambigbang | rated M | 5 chapters, posting on wednesdays

[forgettable-au]

But that's dessert!

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS THING LET'S GOOO

I hope u all like it

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[dreamweave01]

Part 2 ->

*Penguin waddles into room inconspicuously*

*Drops first half of comic with a pat on the head*

*Jazz hands and mystically teleports into thin air before mob arrives*

[spaceyaemonds]

pairing: dr. jack abbot x reader

sum.: you and dr. abbot have a lot to discuss, and this is just the beginning.

warnings: age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 23), unexpected pregnancy, smut mentioned, jack is divorced, maybe angst?? MDNI

notes: i am not 100% pleased with this, but this is mostly a filler chapter(if we want to even call it that lol). things will ramp up in the next part!!! unedited. any feedback is extremely appreciated, especially reblogs/asks!

wc: 1.3k

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Jack, no, Dr. Abbot, snaps out of his gaze quickly, seemingly taken over by a routine drilled into him as he quickly puts a hand on your head and checks your pupils' response to his pen light.

“Your nose was bleeding?” His tone is not what you expected. Not that you expected him to be harsh, but there’s something else there. Tenderness.

“Um, yeah. But it stopped on the way here,” Your brow is furrowed, and he has to refrain from smoothing it out with his thumb.

You’re not the only one who’s shocked, Dr. Mohan is standing there, mouth agape, unsure what to say or think.

“If I had to guess, it’s from the fall and not related to any internal head injuries.” He turns to Dr. Mohan, “I’ll call CT and get a rush on it. Go ahead and get her down there,”

“Of course,” She may be in shock, but she still has to do what’s best for her patient.

He turns back to you, hand still on your head, “As soon as we have the results, Dr. Mohan or I will be in to give you the prognosis,”

He doesn’t linger, he doesn’t have the time. He’s gone as quickly as he came.

You wish you had time to think about his behavior just now, but you’re still stuck on the fact that you’re apparently pregnant.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jack feels like he might throw up. Or have a stroke. Maybe both.

Fucking pregnant? A pregnant twenty-three year old. Who is eight weeks pregnant. Who he slept with eight weeks ago.

What the actual fuck.

You also apparently may have a concussion, but unfortunately that is the least of his worries.

He’s starting to regret not just getting a vasectomy years ago after his divorce.

Surely, surely it’s not his, right? It can’t be. The timing just has to be off. There is no fucking way he knocked up a twenty-three year old.

He racks his brain, trying to remember if he used a condom any of the times he fucked you that night, knowing damn well he didn’t.

He also didn’t bother to ask you if you were on birth control before taking it upon himself to cum inside you, multiple times at that.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Pacing in the break room, he begrudgingly pulls his phone out to see if Robby can come in and cover him so he can try to deal with this situation.

Dr. Mohan has you back to your room fairly quickly.

“Like Dr. Abbot said, when we have the results, someone will come tell you. In the meantime, do you need anything?”

You’re still in shock, and your head is killing you, “No, I don’t think so,”

She smiles softly at you, “Let me know if you need anything,”

As she goes to walk away, she stops, “Oh! I almost forgot,” turning back to you, she reaches into her pocket, “here!”

It’s a picture of the sonogram.

You don’t listen to whatever she says as she walks out the door. All you can do is stare at your tiny baby.

You need to call your mom. She’ll know what to say.

Robby gets to the hospital right as Samira approaches Jack with your CT results.

“Everything looks good, I don’t see a reason to keep her for monitoring. I may prescribe some prenatals, until she can get to her gynecologist,”

Abbot doesn’t look up from your results, “I’ll take care of all that. Go ahead and take your next patient.”

She looks confused, “You’re finishing up with my patient?”

Again, he doesn’t look up, “Yep. I’m also heading out early. Robby will be in charge the rest of the evening,”

He closes the chart and turns to go fill Robby in on the evening before she can say anything else.

“Thanks for doin’ this, man. I really owe you one,”

Robby just gives him a skeptical look, taking all the charts he was handed, “I don’t mind, brother. You sounded a little, off, on the phone. Is everything okay?”

Jack huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, just trying to figure out if I am about to regret not getting a vasectomy after my divorce, is all.”

Robby laughs, assuming it’s a joke, so Jack laughs lightly with him, “I’m gonna wrap up with the patient in North 12, and then I’ll be out of here,”

Robby just nods and walks to the nurses station to get any additional information he might need from the charge nurse on duty.

Abbot makes a beeline for your room, coming in so quickly he startles you.

“Okay, sorry it took so long, but everything appears to be relatively normal. Like I said, the nosebleed was probably caused by the force of the fall, and while you do have a minor concussion, but I don’t see a reason to keep you any longer for monitoring,”

You bite back a scoff, now that you’re alone he won’t even look at you, “Great, thanks. Can I leave now then?”

“Yep. Go ahead and get changed. I’ll wait outside for you,”

Your head moves so quickly it makes you nauseous, “Wait outside? For me?”

Finally, he looks at you. He looks exhausted.

“Yeah? You need a ride home, don’t you?”

You scoff, “Yeah. Not from you,”

He just gives you a look, clearly not in the mood to argue.

“I think you and I have a couple things we need to talk about,”

The tenderness is back in his gaze and it makes you lower your guard, “Okay,”

He waits by the doors while you gather your things and quickly takes you to the employee parking garage.

You bite your tongue to refrain from asking if he’s embarrassed of you.

He takes you to his house, telling you that it’ll probably be best to get the talking out of the way.

We didn’t do much talking last time we were at your house, is the only thing you tell him. Your stomach warms when he lets out a laugh.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Neither of you have spoken in the 12 minutes you’ve been sitting on his couch.

All you can think about is the fact that last time you were on this couch you were straddling his face as his tongue fucked your cunt deeper than it ever had been before.

You blush at the thought.

He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly, “Don’t, uh, don’t hate me for asking this, but I have to ask.”

You look at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that tells him to continue.

“Is it mine?”

You try really hard to not let your offense show, and rationally, you know you can’t blame him.

You take a deep breath, “I haven’t had a one night stand since I was nineteen. And I’ve been single for about eight months, so yes,”

He sighs, running a hand over his face and slouching into the couch.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He looks at you, exhaustion among about a million other feelings really creeping in at just how young you look.

“Do you want to keep it?”

You hesitate, biting your lip so hard he reaches over to pull it from your teeth, “I, I don’t know. Do you? Want it?”

You watch as Jack takes a deep breath before sitting back up and facing you fully.

“I got a divorce in my early thirties. She wanted kids. I didn’t. I’ve never,” He winces, trying to form the right words as he sighs again.

“I’ve never wanted kids. And I’m old now,”

He watches you watch him, understanding in your eyes.

“But if this is what you want, then I’m not going to-“ He chokes on his words as he looks at you, “I won’t abandon you,”

Jack isn’t sure what it is about you that has him thinking this, but something in your eyes when you look at him makes him wonder if your kid will ever look at him with those same eyes.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[technically-human]

It's finally done!! Never before had an animatic been so hard for me, and I can't even tell why. Please show it some love :')

Song: Enamorado tuyo, by El Cuarteto de Nos

[mintjeru]

"but there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence."

open for better quality | no reposts

[ellenchain]

🦋Playground Part 1🦋

The nsfw pages are now available for free on Gumroad! So if you're impatient, you can read the whole first part of the story in one go 💗

▶️ Here is the link: https://ellenchain.gumroad.com/l/playground_part1

I will still upload all the pages here bit by bit (the tame version 🙃)

Part 1 means that the story is not finished yet; there is still a lot to cum 🍆💦

[spacebubblehomebase]

"A New Day Will Dawn."

-Said some guy named Luke probably.

Welcome to my #HHStargazersAU! Stay Tuned~♡? -Bubbly💙

[motherspores]

awooooooooo!!

[Transcript:

Stress: Can I have my ball back please? Jevin: We could kill you. Iskall: No you couldn't. That's funny, but you couldn't.

Xisuma, putting up his shield: I've got a shield, Jev, look. Xisuma, putting it back down: Can't kill a man with a shield. [Jevin hits him.] Xisuma, panicked: OOoOOAAaoOoaaH!!!

[Xisuma flees and takes flight. Everyone else laughs.]

[Xisuma plays a horn that has a clip of him howling like a wolf as he departs.]

end transcript]

[javert]

Tomorrow Ye Will Get Your Pay

Dual Timeline Historical Fiction - 90k words

New Bedford, 1867 Amos Cudjoe, a harpooner on his second voyage, joins the crew of the bark Wampanoag, hoping to earn enough money to return home and marry. Before he can step on board, he meets Tobey, a greenhand freed by the Civil War, looking for something that he isn’t going to find. Amos loans Tobey his last name, and his friendship, and ties their fates together in their dangerous hunt for oil. New Bedford, 2057 Marcus Ashton, a historical interpreter on a reproduction whaling vessel, finds Amos's journal-- and loses himself. As his life falls apart in the hottest summer on record, visions of the past and future offer no consolation for the present.

[Read for free on AO3] [Print/Epub pay-what-you-want on itch.io]

Cover image: Landing the Shore End of the Atlantic Cable - Richard Dudley

[shuploc]

A plushie manufacturer reached out to me a couple of days ago, asking if I would be interested in a collab with them and I of course said yes!

So many people have already made JayVik plushies inspired by the show, so I was thinking about having Jayce and Viktor plushies made based on my designs for the knight/prince AU.

Would you guys be interested in that?

[kiivg]

.please please please please please pl.

[whathappeninglestappen]

F1 Fans, We Need to Talk About What Happened After the Race

Okay guys, this is going to be long, but I can’t stop thinking about it and I really need to talk to someone about it.

After the race, Max goes to get weighed. As soon as he returns to his P2 stand, MBS comes over to talk to him. Max hasn’t even set his helmet down, and you can already tell MBS is pissing him off. Max looks visibly annoyed. Right after, he heads straight over to talk to Charles. You can see him walking away from MBS with his eyes locked on Charles.

Charles turns to Max, and they have this quiet, kind of awkward exchange. It really seems like they both want to say more but can’t. Charles asks Max about the penalty, and Max just nods—he doesn’t say a word. I think they were both super aware of the cameras on them, and Max probably couldn’t say what he really wanted to. Charles definitely picks up on Max’s silence too. Usually, those two debrief a bit more after a race.

Charles then puts his watch back on, and Max returns to the P2 stand while Oscar is doing his interview with DC. That’s when MBS approaches Max again. I couldn’t really catch Max’s body language because F1TV stayed focused on Oscar’s interview, but something was definitely off.

Then Max goes to give his own interview—and it’s clear he’s angry. He keeps it super short, and Charles looks visibly surprised when it’s his turn.

The cooldown room was awkward. Charles and Oscar tried to keep the conversation going, but Max was clearly in his head. He laughed at their jokes a bit, but he still seemed really defeated.

On the podium, Max looked depressed when he walked out. And side note—did anyone else notice Charles squirming during the anthems? He looked dizzy for a second, like he might pass out. I was genuinely worried he wasn’t okay. I think that’s also why he didn’t spray Oscar as much—he might’ve been feeling sick.

And Max didn’t spray anyone either. He deliberately stepped aside to avoid it and stayed in the background. I honestly didn’t think he was even going to stick around for the photo. He did congratulate both Oscar and Charles with a bottle clink, which I thought was really respectful.

So, in conclusion: I don’t think Max is upset with Charles or Oscar at all. In all his interviews, he praised Oscar. I genuinely believe MBS said something threatening to Max in parc fermé. While I agree Max deserved the penalty or should’ve given the position back, I don’t agree with drivers being silenced.

The FIA is supposed to be a governing body that protects the drivers and enforces the rules fairly. How can they do that if they can’t even handle criticism? Max doesn’t deserve hate just because he’s not allowed to speak his mind. The drivers can’t speak up against the FIA, but we, as fans, can.

I don’t know what we can do exactly, but I do know we need to do something.

If you made it this far—thank you for listening to my rant. Happy for Max’s P2 and Charles P3!

[kiittyy-inchains]

kitty-infishnets 💋⋆˙⟡