#ayo am i late

[demadogs]

Happy lesbian visibility week!

[shamefulzombie]

Hi! Can you draw James from Orin Ayo please?:3

[baggy-holmes]

just showing off how cozy i am in bed…

[godkilller]

@madestars: continued from here.

            “     it’s  Karin.   and  no,   he’s  not  around.   Ichigo’s  got  his  own  training  to  do.     ”          her  brother  may  have  fought  god but these make-up assignments and college applications have been kicking his ass,  apparently,  good grades or no.   not that Karin’s worried,  she knows he’ll do fine,  same way she knows that  @godkilller  won’t cause too much trouble.   at least from what she’s heard from Orihime,  combined with Ichigo’s experience and a bit of Toshiro’s,  Karin can conclude that he’s an okay guy.   chaotic and confusing,  a dump gasoline to the fire type of person,  but Karin doesn’t mind that;   not when she’s the type to carry matches.   so she doesn’t have her guard up,  not completely,  and regards the silver haired man with a curious tilt of her head.                she’ll give him this,  he knows exactly how to pique someone’s interest.   ah,  but it’s not that hard for a growing stubborn girl like her.   she has about enough of these exercises,  she’s more than ready for the real thing!   in her opinion,  the training is going too slow.   she understands the precautions her mentors want to take,  especially when it means dealing with the younger sister of Ichigo Kurosaki,  but she can handle herself just fine thank you very much!   and besides,  this Ichimaru fellow is making a terrific point:   there is no such thing as an unmoving target in a real fight.             Karin looks at the dummies set around the forest,  some of the trees themselves being marked in specified areas,  and then back at Gin.   the choice is easy.            “     fuck  yeah  i  do.     ”

TRUTHFULLY, GIN WASN'T ACTIVELY TRYING TO BE A BAD INFLUENCE. In his eyes, the coddling treatment of never having real experience could negatively influence her ability to take down an enemy efficiently. As someone who fought via a Zanpakuto that required good aim, Gin held some expertise in what worked best training-wise for such a fighting style. Karin was young, her big brother was typically faster on the draw when it came to any real threat, even small ones, coming too close to home. She has never really needed to defend herself from deadly threats, at least from what Gin understood. A few close scuffles originally, yes, but... nothing dire and with her own survival completely relying on her abilities.

❝ This ain't gonna be like shootin' an apple offa somebody's head, ❞ he warned, though he knew she was ambitious enough to not be deterred now that the possibility of real experience was presenting itself.

Gin was currently without the restrictions placed upon him by Central 46; good behavior (debatable, yet true) thus far had been sufficient enough to allow him to carry Shinso on him once more, at least for his trip into the World of the Living. Tensions still resided toward him, of course, and the dislike of him visiting Hueco Mundo solo was still potent. But he wasn't about to let that disapproval stop him. Besides, he wouldn't be alone, technically, and his missions to the World of the Living involved hunting down surviving Aizen-sympathizers within the Hollow population. This was indeed a hunt.

Gin beckoned Karin over -- but she could approach at her own comfort if she wished. He veered that remaining hand away, lifting to languidly gesture a dip of his wrist that proceeded to open a rip within the air. The Garganta opened with a deep yawning shudder, its agape mouth leading into a lightless abyss. Gin glanced back at her, smiling with a larger seethe of mischief.

❝ C'mon, we're gonna go on a field trip. ❞

[hopskipandarump]

getting a tattoo is literally just:

ow

ow

oh thats not so bad

ow

[zones out for 2 hours]

the fires of hell are localised entirely within this small patch of skin i think i may perish

ow

ok what do i get next

[and-i-want-and-i-need]

*Stumbles into room*

Did I hear there’s a Sav Collection on the Vault

[hollowwish]

Sometimes i wonder if cc's have seen my posts, but then also if they find this small blogs posts, how? the shit? like how far in those damn tags did you scroll

[prickleestull]

how i think cod characters text:

Price: unnecessarily correct, doesn’t make typos, uses paragraphs, understands texting slang but will pretend he doesn’t

(Do you know where I left my keys? I can’t find them anywhere, and I’ve already checked all the usual places.)

(SMH? I haven’t met them. Do they know where my keys are?)

Soap: uses punctuation like it’s a joke, makes hella typos because he’s thinking faster than he’s typing, doesn’t understand shorthand (smh, hmu, lmk) because he rarely if ever texted when he was a teenager (preferred calls)

(Do kn)

(cAnt fine the keys)

(Oi?????)

(text me cck)

(bACK text me BACK,, do NOT send cock)

(or do?????)

Ghost: doesn’t make typos, doesn’t use punctuation, is just trying to get the message across barebones. Ironically, understands most texting slangs because he’s a fucking millennial lmfao, we don’t know if he texts in paragraphs or rapid fire because he’s never replied to anything with enough words to be able to tell

(where are the keys)

-is not afraid of busting out the millennial shit just to piss people off

-no example because i am afraid of busting out the millennial shit it pisses me off

Gaz: elder gen z, knows all the slang, makes a decent amount of typos but not nearly as much as Soap does, texts in rapid fire, I fully believe that he sits on twitter and instagram and doomscrolls so everything he texts is vaguely shitpost coded

(AYO)

(KEEEEYYYYS WYAAAA)

(no ohe can find themmmmm 😔😔)

(i bet they’re so lonely)

(do you want meee,, do u wanna love me liiike that)

(that was for the keys if u have them)

(fr tho where are the bloody keys price is losing his shit we’re late asf)

[koshifairy]

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

kuroo, atsumu, bokuto and tsukishima having online classes with u, aka crush of them :)

imagine the we are in 2019 - 2020

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

lmaooo atsumu is gonna pin ur screen and pays attention to only u

ok... discreetly trying to flirt with you...

making the face 😏 just to look hot and u fall for him... 💀

and y/n answer me is this working? 🤨

he be like ☺ seeing u

and if u smile or laugh

he is like 😁😆 !!

osamu is sending messages about this

“so simp look at ur face” *sends screenshot of atsumu*

“how can i not be? look y/n's smile!”

but after atsumu is like 😳 bc the teacher asked him something about whatever they were studying and he didn't know.

when you start talking he puts his volume at 100%. he doesn't care !

and if someone starts talking over you.. oh gosh

osamu is already waiting to see atsumu make a bad face

and trying to get back to the subject you were talking about

“sorry but y/n was talking 😑 u can continue now y/n!! 🥰”

atsumu is going to be so so so upset if dont open your camera. he likes to appreciate u :(

so open this camera y/n !

and if u aren't in the class atsumu is just going to sleep while is having class

camera off

mic off

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

he is happy about online classes

now he can watch you without anyone noticing and find it weird

because c'mon if he does that everybody would notice it and thinks he has a crush on you

yamaguchi already knows tho

but he pays attention to the class !!

but he is also unable to hold himself and ends up looking at your camera 🥺

HE IS TRYING SO MUCH TO NOT SMILE OKAY

is because tsukishima thinks u r so cute

but sometimes he can't handle so is he like 🙂

he kinda gets sad when he’s not in your group

if he had the courage he would ask to change to the teacher and stay with you !!

he is observant, he perceives when you cut your hair even when it was a little <3

he gets so soft when he sees it on the camera that you smiled because the dumb guy of the class told a joke 🥺

ayo tsukishima is finally seeing your beautiful smile !!! 🙏

he is mentally thanking this guy 🙄

also he wants you to always have the mic on, he wants to hear your laugh when this happens

he is missing your laugh y/n 😿

also, if he sees that you are stressed because of online classes, he will definitely ask for your number and try to help you

because besides wanting to help you he wants to talk to you :( <3

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎

nervous

“kenma am i pretty? i need to know if i am rn i cannot be ugly y/n is in the class !!”

no but really, kuroo wants to be really handsome for u

is he late for class? yes, but class can wait, he's not showing up with messy hair ✌

lol sometimes he uses really pretty clothes

just for u. 😼

kuroo is like 😳🥺 seeing u with the face of someone who just woke up

bc u look SO CUTE

if u don't appear in the class kuroo is gonna be v v v worried and he is gonna ask the teacher if he knows where are u

he hates when u aren't there

nothing to appreciate

but he pay attention to the class

he heard about that u like smart guys so 😏

kuroo realLY wants to ask for ur number but he is so shy

already asked to yaku if he can have your number or even some social media

but yaku is not doing this. unfortunately 😢

so he is like waiting ( like this 🤞 ) the teacher says that you and he are together to do a homework together

and he will finally have ur number 😼

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎

definitely fix ur screen too/2

he is never late for class

bc he is so excited to see u

if u miss class. bokuto emo modo on.

everyone can see him through the screen him like that 🥺☹️

ok this is gonna be a little but scary but -

he IS taking screenshots of you and sending to akaashi after or while the class

“look akaashi 😿💔 so pretty today 😫”

and yk, bokuto is not ashamed to show that he is proud of you when the teacher ask something and u know the answer !!!

���y/nnnn !!! so smart wow 😲🤩”

and if the teacher complain u

he is going to agree with him.

if you have a high grade bo will congratulate you

“ congratulations y/n !!! i knew that you could do that<3 ”

lol even if you say you are not going to turn on the camera because u look messy.

“y/nnn u are not ugly !!!”

also he just open his mic to say something really dumb or tell a joke just to see your smile or listen to your laugh :)

yep we can see that bokuto is a simp for u.

[pandorafairy]

The Sully's in American Public School

Lo’ak:

Wears Nike Jordan's and sweatshirts  

Snapchats Tsireya in class: “So wyd?” “Wanna meet at the gym in 5?”  “U look cute today”

Takes the hall pass to go to the bathroom and never goes back to class

Attempts to make thirst traps and TikTok’s in said bathroom 

Makes fun of Neteyam to his friends but if one of them agree, Lo’ak will punch them 

Always late to class and will try to talk the teacher out of giving him a tardy (it never works)

Is literally always in trouble for something

Runs track and plays basketball

"Ayo, my parents are out of town. Party at my place tonight!"

Neteyam:

Definitely the best dressed guy in school. Baggy jeans/cargos, oversized t shirts, bomber jackets/pullovers, and beanies.

Captain of the football and track team

A lot of people have crushes on him but he pretends not to notice

Involved in so many extracurriculars

Literally everyone knows who is but he's still always so nice. Like he is popular but goes out of his way to talk to everyone not just 'cool' kids

Really good at math

"Lo'ak said what???"

Kiri:

Always has her airpods in 

Pretends not to know Lo’ak 

Wears crystal necklaces 

Uses a bookbag not a backpack

Loves art and English class (actually enjoys Shakespeare)

Very quiet except for in debate. She completely dominates every single argument

Looks out the window and watches birds instead of paying attention during class (Rotxo likes to watch her because he can look at her without her noticing)

"Oh, I don't know a guy named Lo'ak." *rolls her eyes*

Tuk:

Tries to trade snacks at lunch but no one ever wants to because Neytiri makes her bring healthy food (Jake will secretly put candy in so she can trade) 

Definitely wears like Nike and Under Armor athletic wear but in cute colors

Races the boys at recess (she always wins) 

Goes crazy at Scholastic Book Fairs. She buys silly bands, bookmarks, those fuzzy mini wallets. Literally anything except actual books

She likes science. She loves learning about the chicks life cycle and watching them hatch

Her backpack is a mess

"Nete? Why are so many people in our house?"

Neytiri:

Gets in fights with PTA moms over dress codes (her kids can wear whatever they want)

On the environmental committee

Defends her kids always (even when it is clearly their fault)  “How do you know that Lo’ak did that?” 

Packs all their lunches and leaves good luck notes on days when they have a big test

Has to help the kids with their homework because they all cry when Jake tries to help them

"I am going to pluck out Lo'ak's eyes." *Lo'ak gets everyone out of the house and goes to hide* *Neytiri finds him easily*

Jake: 

Tries to help Tuk with her math homework but she always ends up crying and then Jake feels bad and gives her candy.

Big football dad (at all of Neteyam’s games) 

Drives his kids to all their school dances and gives their dates death stares

Makes friends with the other parents (Neytiri tries to be friendly)

Puts all their report cards on the fridge

"Neteyam! I said no parties. How could let your brother do this?" *Neteyam apologizes but secretly had a lot of fun and would do it again*

Thanks for reading! I've never written something like this but it was fun! Hope you enjoyed :)

[everythingne]

out of the woods — LS2

After a short break during her time as a Ferrari reserve driver, loud-mouthed driver Dhanishka Dubey resurfaces when she moves up to f1 under Ferrari. She’s back to terrorize her ex, none other than Logan Sargeant when she conquers him once again this season, just like before, just like always.

But when faced with your first love, and your only love, it's hard to let those feelings past. Especially when a relationship was prematurely ended, especially when she's everything you aren't, especially when you never got over his love.

logan sargeant x ferrari!ex!oc

fc: iffat marash (adult) hamda al qubaisi (young)

warnings/notes: mentions of past car accidents, multiple incorrect dates, butchered pasts for logan and oscar, [] used to denote other languages being spoken, yes the title is taylor swift ok, the oc is indian, however the author is NOT, pls pls pls correct me on any inaccuracies ♥️ let me pretend logan didn't have a bad season by putting him on par w oscar. this is for MY mental health !!

(part two)

14 NOVEMBER, INSTAGRAM

scuderiaferrari made a new post!

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, logansargeant, and 238k others…

scuderiaferrari: welcoming dhanishka dubey to the f1 team from her past position of reserve driver this season! she will be the first ever bahraini f1 driver, and the third woman to take to the grid. dhaniska is currently sponsored by @ monsterenergy and @ colourpopcosmetics, she’s bringing a bright, energized feel to our team this season!

dhanishkadubey: so so excited to be here!

charlesleclerc: sometimes i still hear carlos… singing in the distance…

⤷ dhaniskadubey: smooooooooth operatoooorrr

⤷ carlossainz: you both act like i died, i just changed teams.

⤷ charlesleclerc: rip smooth operator &lt;;/3

user2: this is so a jab at williams .

⤷ user3: how ??

⤷ user2: @ user3 dhanishka is logans ex girlfriend

⤷ user3: OOOO

⤷ user4: NO WAY???

oscarpiastri: pls don’t run me off the track again (i will beg if i have to)

⤷ dhanishkadubey: no promises ossie ♥️ (get on ur knees)

⤷ oscarpiastri: AYO??

danielriccardio: DANNY 2!!!

⤷ dhanishkadubey: DANNY 1!!!!

dhanishkadubey made a post!

liked by charlesleclerc, logansargeant, landonorris, and 298k others...

dhanishkadubey: might be the prettiest thing i have ever worn?? happy diwali to u all and a (late) happy 22 to me ♥️ (yea, i AM feeling 22.)

tagged: anyadubey

anyadubey: ily&lt;3

user1: MOTHER IS MOTHERING EVERYONE!!

liamlawson: u look like a very nice disco ball ! happy diwali

⤷ dhanishkadubey: u look like a very nice young man ! thank u!

user2: god we don't need this conceited bitch on the track.

maxverstappen: happy birthday, happy diwali, and welcome to f1!

⤷ dhanishkadubey: thank you max !! looking forward to challenging you this seaon :)!

user3: shes going to get someone killed

14 NOVEMBER, TWITTER

28 FEBRUARY, BAHRAIN

"It's a pre-season dinner, how badly can it go?" Anya asks me, eyes darting down to my sari and then back to my face as she works on pinning the pleats to my shoulder as I adjust them and secure their positioning.

When she’s done, she squeezes my arms as she stands next to me in her much more casual western clothing. We look like opposites, me in a bright red sari and her wearing a black dior sweatshirt and jeans. She grins, “you look stunning by the way."

"Thanks, Anya," I give her a little side hug, passing her to continue fixing myself up in the mirror ahead of us. I huff as I adjust my earrings and bracelets, tacking the former down with eyelash glue, "I just worry if like… Logan says something.”

“You’re gonna let a man, a white man no less, make you worry?” Anya paused, hands on her hips as she looks at me in the mirror of our parents home, the little cookie cutter complex we lived in the corner plot in.

“Plus what would he even say?” Anya crosses her arms, “that whole thing wasn’t even your fault.”

“I know but… I was still Trident’s golden child when it happened. People are always gonna assume I had something to do with it. I’m lucky the FIA didn’t take anything away from me, I’m honestly lucky the team admitted I had nothing to do with it.”

“Does Logan blame you?” Anya leans on the doorframe to my bathroom, “because that’s the only opinion that matters.”

“He might. I… it made him break up with me. So, I don’t know.” I sigh, “but it’s just one guy, I still have Oscar, Charles, Carlos and Daniel.”

“I still don’t get Danny.” Anya muses, and when she sees my confusion she waves a hand, “No, not him, as your nickname.”

“Oh, a reporter called me ‘Dan-ish-ka’ and not ‘Dun-ish-kah’ and someone on Twitter thought she called me Danny and it just—rolled from there.” I laughed softly, turning back to Anya as I motioned for her to move out of the door so I could grab my bag and such. She did with ease, moving to grab the keys to my (but hers when I wasn’t home) Porsche Taycan.

“And, that’s when there were rumors I was joining Red Bulls Junior team as well, instead of Ferrari’s, so it all just kept stacking.” I grabbed my purse off my bed and dropped in a small perfume container, my lipstick, and a few other essentials, “people called me ‘Danny 2’ and it got to Daniel Ricciardo himself, and that’s how we started talking.”

“Oh that’s actually so cute.” Anya grins, following me out to the kitchen where my mother is forcing my father to help her make biryani while she’s fixing up the bar for a party they’re having tonight.

“Alright, [Momma, Dad, how do I look?] Do we like the red one better than the silver one? Anya helped me pick this one out, [she thinks it’s some sort of new style with the solid color.]” I call in the usual mix of Marathi, Arabic, and English out household uses. As I pause in the kitchen, Anya’s fixing my sari out of her own nervous habit. My mother gasps, pushing past my father to take me into her arms with a bright smile.

“Oh! Dhanishka, wow! [You look amazing! I love this one,] is it new?” My mother looks me over and I nod, seeing the hint of my father’s smile from the kitchen that makes my heart sing. He rarely showed his support on his face, but since everything with Trident and the subsequent fall out and mental break, he tried his hardest to show his love for me and Anya. He did a good job.

“Yeah, [it’s from Manish?]” I say, turning back to Anya who nods.

“All of my girls, [so stunning.]” My father grinned, wiping his hands off before giving me a loose hug as to not get anything from his hands on my outfit, “Do you need anything to eat before you go?”

“No, [dad], I’ll be fine. Thank you.” I squeeze his shoulder, and my mother makes me stand back so she can take about a dozen photos of everyone with me. Once the photos are done, we wave goodbye, and it’s off to the restaurant they’ve picked.

I would’ve settled with anything in Manama, honestly but eating at somewhere down by the Four Seasons is perfect.

Anya drops me off to the front of the restaurant and I slip in, greeting the staff and letting them point me in the right direction. My hands are slick as I pull out my phone from my bag, Charles letting me know he was coming in right behind me, and I turn to see him, Max, and Carlos.

“Dhanishka!” Charles grins, leaning down to give me a quick hug, “Oh, this is the one you sent me? It looks nice.”

“Thank you. Figured I’d come in looking like I at least belong in the country I’m in, since I don’t quite fit in with the people yet.” I shrug, fiddling with the red fabric in my hands, feeling the beading against my knuckles. Catching my worry, Charles turns to the two who awkwardly greet me with half hugs and congratulations on driving along with them this season.

Once everyone’s stepped back, Charles nodded to them, “You guys go ahead, we’ll see you in there.”

Carlos and Max move behind a curtain and into a doorway, but Charles grabs my arm gently and pulls me back into a hallway leading to the bathroom, hands finding mine and squeezing them.

“Stop overthinking this, it’s a room with a bunch of stupid men. Basically the same thing you’ve been dealing with for like—over ten years.” Charles looks at me and I huff, pulling my hands back from him and fixing my hair for the third time since we’d gotten to the hallway.

“I just—what if someone brings up the crash? Or me racing with Trident?” I stammer and he shakes his head.

“I’ll deal with it. If anything happens, I’ll help you. I’m in your corner.” Charles takes my hands once more, squeezes them, and then lets go of them, “now, are you ready?”

“As long as you’re next to me, yeah… yeah I can do this.” I nod and he grins, moving ahead to open the door for me. I follow him, taking a slow breath before nodding and moving into the little reserved dining room. At the sight of me, a few conversations halt and I scan the room before noticing Oscar moving away from Logan to come greet me.

Logan’s… the same. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, crinkles in the corners of his eyes and a permanent smile line as his lips fall from a grin when he spots me. I take him in, his crisp blue suit with the jacket discarded—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie a bit loose and fuck, he looks confident and calm. He’s nothing like me in this moment, almost like we’ve swapped.

“Dhanishka.” Oscar steps in my eyeline, breaking the stare down between me and the American boy, and I smile at the Australian as he gently takes me in a hug.

“Good to see you, Oscar.” I close my eyes in the hug, and he steps back.

“Nice—fuck what’s the word—sa..” He holds up a hand when I go to tell him and then snaps, “Saree!”

“I’ve trained you well.” I laugh, complimenting his black suit, noting the decorative papaya colored inside of his jacket and little McLaren ‘81’ lapel. He says Lando has the matching ‘4’ and I make some joke that’s lost over Daniel chanting my name as he comes over to give me a tight hug.

“How’s my mini-me?” He asks, making sure the beading doesn’t hook on his suit as he steps back, I laugh and tell him I’m good, leaving out the part where my ex has been staring at me since I came in the door and I’m about half a second away from yelling at him to look elsewhere.

Luckily, Alex pulls Logan’s attention away— flashing me a small apologetic smile before bringing him over to the little minibar on the opposite side of the room.

“Do you drink?” Charles asks, hand on my elbow and I nod. My parents were lax with drinking and stuff as long as it wasn’t a holiday where I shouldn’t be. He grins and guides me to my seat, Oscar, Daniel and now Carlos tagging along. As I'm settling down to sit, Oscar on my left side with Lando on his left, Charles asking me what I’d like to drink. After a quick peruse of the menu, I settle on a margarita, and he whisks off to the bar to get it while Daniel sits across from me.

“You’re nervous about Logan, aren’t you?” Daniel leans across the table as he speaks, Carlos sitting next to him and taking a sip of a drink. Lando leans to ask Oscar something in a hushed tone besides me, and my eyes flicker to their whispers momentarily before settling back on Daniel.

“I just don’t want someone to bring up Trident, for either of our sakes, its a sore subject.” I huff, looking around the room, everyones clumped off in the groups I expect to see, a few stragglers between each group either drifting to the table or the bar.

"I'm sure if someone tries, it'll get shut down pretty quick." Oscar turns to me after filling Lando in. Charles sits on my other side, setting down my margarita and taking a sip of whatever drink he'd been coerced into drinking. I assume Max had something to do with it when I eye the gin and tonic in his hand.

"I know, I know. I just worry." I hum, bringing the margarita to my lips as a few more people settle. Logan is sitting a few seats down on the other side of the table, giving us both a clear view of the other. I know it's not intentional, but it makes my skin crawl.

Oscar has Lando switch seats with him, claiming he doesn't wanna hear whatever the two will shout over him, but I know it's so that he can help distract Logan. I remind myself tot hank him later.

I set down my margarita glass, standing up to formally greet Yuki as he comes to sit next to Daniel and I notice Logan's eyes firm on the glass. As I sit back down, I know why he's staring and my cheeks warm. Red lipstick stains the edge of the glass, something that I used to use to stain his lips back when we'd sneak kisses between Trident and HWA's paddocks and in hotel elevators.

And he might have had power over me because I was afraid of causing a fight at my first event with the F1 drivers, but being civil and lying down never got me anywhere in racing. So, when his eyes linger on my lips, I 'accidentally' make a show of pulling out my purse and setting it on my lap. My dark red nails clicking along the zipper as I pull it open and pull out a compact mirror and the same tube of red lipstick he'd bought be back in 2021. Logan bought it days before the crash, a Valentino refillable lipstick, more expensive than I deserved. He'd proudly given it to me, claiming his mom had the idea after my long term lipstick had finally run out. It was still shade 22R. The only shade I ever wore.

Even if Logan had bought the lipstick, I still liked it. It looked nice on my lips, complimented my skin, transferred just enough for my liking.

Across the table, Logan's eyes dilate in a sort of recognition as I swipe the tube across my lower lip. My dark eyes watching his light ones out of my peripheral as I watch myself in the my little red compact Valentino mirror. I'd bought it since it matched the tube of lipstick, and I know he recognizes that too. His bottom lip disappears under his teeth in a soft hiss. I know he knew exactly what lipstick it was. He'd bought be the first one, I just got it refilled after.

And if I purposefully fuck it up, using my finger to fix it just to rile him into silence as he looks away flustered, no one else comments on it. Except a cheeky grin from Daniel who muffles a laugh into his palm, pretending Carlos said something to him.

I have the upperhand at the moment, and it eases my panic. Charles looks over at me, sending me an odd look as a click my mirror shut a little louder than I probably should, but a just send him a tiny smile in response and he doesn't question it as I drop both items into my Coach purse and hang it on the back of my chair once more.

Once everyone's settled, it's Max who stands and thanks everyone for coming and thanks Charles for helping him organize the little dinner. Menus are passed around by two waitresses who speak in soft voices as they explain the specials to us in groups, and then we're off to pick our food and mingle. I settle on a 'keto bowl' type dish with salmon and a small appetizer of these little potato wedge things Daniel claims I have to split with him.

And I get a stronger drink because each time Logan even looks in my direction it makes a knot form in my stomach.

"Are you gonna ignore him all night?" Lando turns to murmur to me when we're getting our appetizers. It's been twenty minutes of odd tension and I can tell Lando's getting a little irritated by it.

"I've ignored him for three years. I can do it now." I say back, a little sharp, but when I see Lando's not asking out of irritation but rather worry, I soften and whisper, "It's fine. I..."

Trailing off, my eyes find Logan's accidentally, and it's like I can't look away. It's the second time we've made eye contact, and maybe its the margarita swirling in my stomach and pumping liquid courage through my veins, but I can't look away. It's like we're trapped for a moment, breaths caught in our throats. His voice fails in whatever story he's cheerily recounting to Oscar and Alex, and I see the former look towards where Logan's staring and he makes a bit of a worried expression.

I swallow, Pierre screeching in laughter pulling us from the moment, and I turn back to Lando as Logan rips his eyes away to look at Oscar.

"It's just... hard." I muse and Lando nods, he doesn't say anything about Logan after that as I turn back to Charles who gives me a tiny reassuring nod and then introduces me to the aforementioned Pierre who's come to stand behind us. I keep myself turned away from Logan for the rest of the meal, appetizers swallowed quickly between Daniel and I, Yuki and I sharing drinks and stories as we wait for dinner, I'm at least seven drinks in and happily going for an eighth.

My high tolerance doesn't fail me, but my bladder is close to doing so. With as much tipsy grace as I can muster, I slip out and down the hall to the bathroom, and when I'm done there I stop to freshen myself up in a mirror in the hall. I reapply my perfume, check my teeth, and wipe off a faint smudge of lipstick on my nose from when I had taken a rather large bite and smushed my lip up.

I hear the door click shut and glance over, throat going dry at the sight of Logan. I turn back to the mirror, digging in my purse for my lipstick once more, and he silently passes behind me without a word.

Somehow, that hurts more than anything.

But it's not like I'm making myself available to speak, so I finish tidying up my lipstick, and go back into the room. I grab more drinks for most of the table, thanking the bartender who comes around to help me bring all the drinks to the table.

Entrees arriving at the table passes me in a blur, I'm somehow shoved in a story with Yuki, Zhou, George, Esteban, and Max. I don't even know what they're really saying as everyone's laughing and speaking over one another, but I just enjoy being included.

I eat slow, laughing along with Daniel when he pops into whatever debate Lando, Carlos, and Charles, have pulled him into. And when the hyperactivity dies down as more of us get a bit sluggish from drinking, I eat a bit quicker to finish up my food so it helps my stomach have time to digest before I leave and helps my tipsiness lessen.

I check my phone, it's about ten thirty when we finish eating, and then it's kinda just a free for all hang out for a while. A few people start trickling out after it hits midnight. I know some of them have training tomorrow, as do I, but I kinda can already tell I'm not getting much rest tonight. Alex leaves in a group of about half the table, and I'm helping Charles and Max clean up as the rest slowly trickle out. Eventually I'm escorting Charles to a car as he waves goodbye to Max with a drunken laugh on his lips. Once the driver is on his way, I pluck my phone out of my purse and look through my messages. Anya's on her way, running late due to having to park her car far away since we had a lot of guests at the house.

"You shouldn't... ah," A familiar voice chimes and I look over to where Logan stands. He's far enough away to not be intruding, but close enough to shift towards me a bit as some random men pass behind us on the nearly vacant sidewalk, "You shouldn't stand out here alone, Dhanishka."

Him saying my name makes my heart leap into my throat and I pocket my phone, speaking gently, "Thanks for the concern, but I assure you I'll be fine. Anya's just down the road."

"Still, you know my mom would beat my ass if she knew I left a girl out here alone." He pauses, "Especially if it's you." And his voice trails off. For years his mother had helped raise me, my parents still spoke with her frequently—hell, she and her husband were at my house right now. And I know he’s right. But I can’t say anything past the bump in my throat. My silence makes him shift as he adjusts his grip on his jacket over his shoulder. It was an exceptionally chilly night for some odd reason. A cool breeze ripples across my shoulders. Bahrain was a desert, the lowest we got was 10 degrees celsius, nothing like the zero it was settled at now.

"You can stay." I say after a while and he visibly relaxes, still watching me out of the corner of his eye. The 'few minutes away' Anya texted me feels like a joke as the time stretches on and on and the cold bite of the air gets worse. I try using my saree as a bit of a scarf, but the red fabric is thin and does little to help.

After ten minutes, my teeth start to chatter as the street empties of most people and cars. It's a short hour or so lull when not much will happen at all before people start morning commutes. Beside me, I hear Logan huff. He moves closer and I look over to see him settle his jacket across my shoulders.

"Don't need you getting sick before the first race." He says softly, now far closer than he has been all day. I know I thank him, because I feel the words leave my throat, but I can't hear it over the blood rushing past my ears.

He'd broken it off with me, I never loved another. I still wore the same shade of lipstick and the same perfume, the same songs played on my Spotify whenever I had a chance. Taylor Swift blasting in my ears on long drives, Eminem for parties, Beyonce or Shakira for hyping myself up. I followed the Miami Dolphins loosely because I knew he loved them, and after all this time I found my heart still could be held in his hands. No matter how hard I tried to ignore the feeling of blush spreading across my chilly skin.

After a moment of us just staring at each other, the dim light being broken by passing cars, he whispers, "You can't ignore me forever. As much as you want to, the media is gonna stick us together the first opportunity they have. And... I know I remind you of Trident. I know I remind you of that 'crashgate' shit and maybe I should since you took my victory away."

"You and I both know I had nothing to do with that accident." I turn back to Logan, now fully facing him. I feel suffocated, the scent of his cologne on his jacket covering my perfume, like some sort of silencer washed over my voice. He still wears the same brand from back in the day, from when I stole his jackets and hoodies rather than being gifted them. It felt like a sick metaphor. Somehow we were the same after all this time, yet we would never get to be that again.

"Oh, come on." Logan laughs through a taught frown, threading a hand through his hair, "Now, I can believe that your team principal planned for your teammate to crash into me if I was ahead of you without you knowing. But when they told you to let your teammate overtake you for no reason, you didn't stop to ask why?"

"I did ask why, did you read the FIA reports?" I say back, wind whipping across the street and blowing my hair in front of my eyes like a blindfold.

"Or how about when the accident happened? Why did you keep racing?" He asks, sharp, and I can tell it's something thats been brewing. Years of silence on my end after he'd snapped with tears in his big blue eyes, telling me he 'couldn't do this anymore' and I let him walk away.

But I held my ground, as I always had to do. On my own once again, ostracized, I step closer and rip my hair away from my face in frustration that it wont stay back, "I was told I had to, Logan! I begged them to let me know what had happened to you and they refused! I didn't care about Viscaal! I cared about you!"

"Then why did you let me leave?!" He shouts and the whole street goes silent. We breathe heavy, almost chest to chest, eyes boring into each other with unshed tears. It's a gaping hole in my chest he claws at, trying to scrounge up answers I've buried six feet in the ground. I hear the sound of a car pulling up, I know its Anya without looking.

"What was I supposed to do?" I whisper, ripping his jacket off my shoulders and shoving it into his chest, "Beg you to come back? Apologize a hundred times? You didn't want to see me, you didn't care. I let you go because you wanted to go, and I'm fine with that."

He stares at me and I sniffle, cursing when I realize I've let the tears fall, and I continue, "I never would've let them do that to you if I knew. If I knew, I would've gone right to the FIA, you know that. Don't drag my name like the media already has, please. I can't take it from you of all people, Logan."

We stand in silence for a few more moments and then I turn around, passing in front of Anya's car to get in. I pause with my hand on the handle, watching Logan watch me with this expression in his eyes I can't read. Maybe I was wrong, maybe Logan and I weren't the same anymore, but I don't stop to think too hard as I rip open the door and throw myself down. When I slam the door, Anya puts the car in drive without pausing to ask anything, and pulls away as I desperately try to not watch Logan in the rearview.

"Can we just... drive?" I ask after a long silence and my sister nods, cracking the windows to let the cold air circle around us. I take a slow breath and tilt my head up, swallowing down my emotions until I feel a cool numbness roll across my skin. A familiar numbness.

It's going to be bad again, I can feel it in my chest.

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hii kira !! do u have any hcs for sae abt how he would be as a bf?

SAE ITOSHI 糸師冴

if sae were a love trope he would 100% be belated love epiphany

"i never realised how much i loved them until they were gone." type beat yk

like pride and prejudice, except he's elizabeth and you're darcy ??

where you confess first and he rejects you but once you're not near him he realises that he really did love you

or when he saw how loaded you were, you be the judge (kidding)

y'all already know i think he's a good cook. like he was in spain for ages you bet he picked a few things up. cuz idk about spanish men but ik most italian men know how to cook and well.

he pours all his love into everything he makes, probably his love language honestly.

but he'd never let you know he's cooking for you because he cares

"you look like a ghost have you been eating properly?" "oh, no. unfortunately, i haven't found much time to cook lately..." "how bothersome. am i gonna have to take you all the way to the hospital when you faint from anemia?" "but i'm not even anemic..." "you will be if you don't eat your spinach." "..." "you know what. since you're so incapable i'll just cook for you." "excuse me??"

forgive him, he's just a bit of a cunt, but he loves you i promise

(also if you didn't know fun fact: preparing a homemade meal for someone is akin to confessing your feelings to them)

he's not much for PDA in fact in public he has his same, stupid, emotionless, deadpan face that is so punchable (affectionately?)

but when you're at home he'll find any excuse to lean his whole bodyweight on you

he also loves leaning in to kiss you and then reaching behind you to grab something or whatever, just to leave you flushed and stressed the fuck out

annoying asshole

he also gets very touchy when tired, if you're sleeping next to each other he tends to end up hugging you close to his heart by the time you wake up

he may not seem it but he would genuinely do anything for you

he tends to ignore most messages/texts/emails unless they're super important but he'd reply to you the second you text him

or even if it's a silly tweet

@you: there are 2 many ppl at this café 😞 @officialsaeitoshi: send me your location i got you your usual @you: ayo, how did you have it prepared n everything 😭 @officialsaeitoshi: spidey senses

he also has the most deadpan, sarcastic humour known to man

he's horrible (just my type)

nothing that comes out of his mouth is to be trusted

beware!!!

he is the no.1 gossiper alive, he knows everything about everyone's business even if he looks like the type of person who'd never think of anyone other than himself

somehow he's both at the same time

he could go hours talking about this random guy in his club who's actually the secret son of a drug lord and who ran away from home to save himself from imminent death...

what???? how does he know this?

i'm pretty sure he doesn't know either, anyway

he loves his lil self care night routines

you both sitting on the sofa talking about life (actually it's just him talking and you listening but whatever)

sae itoshi was an evening person. not because he felt most productive then. and not because he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the city. but because he enjoyed his night routines with you right next to him every second. you'd sit on the sink sill as he gently passed a finger with clay on it over your face as you kept talking about your day. "and then when i went to get coffee there were just so many people at the café it was such a hassle. this guy–" "shush. do you want clay in your mouth?" he kept swiping the remaining clay mask on your now stationary chin. once done he lifted you and walked to the sofa. this was no new routine. this was the only way he was able to unwind. with you next to him, just talking about the little, almost meaningless things. "i read somewhere that your coach is having an affair is that true?" you didn't know why you kept instigating him. it was late and you knew if he began talking now he'd only finish once the sun rose or your wake up alarm rang. but seeing him so animated was a rarity so you had to take advantage anytime you could.

now for how he confessed

at first when you confessed he rejected you and didn't think much of it at all

until he started noticing the little things about you, he started obsessing with every bit of you

how you looked, how you dress, how you style your hair

but also how your under eyes crease when you smile

how you're very picky with your food, especially dessert, but you'd eat anything if someone handmade it for you

how you're so patient when you tutor even if the person is being a dumbfuck

after obsessing over everything you did for about a day or two he was sick of the weird, nauseating feeling in his stomach

it had been about three days since the confession. being rejected right on the spot, especially in that cold manner was painful to say the least. but you were sure you had gotten over it. and you hoped with all your heart that he too had forgotten. he had just stood there as you finished telling him how he made you feel and how you had liked him for a while now. he had a horrible scowl on his face, arms crossed and an uninterested posture. you already knew what the answer was when you were done but it hurt so much more when he finally confirmed it all. so it was surprising when you saw sae march up to you as you ate your lunch with your friends. he had the same horrible scowl on his face from before. and you could feel your stomach drop as he pulled your wrist in a gruff manner. careless. he didn't care for you. "itoshi what are you–" he finally stopped once you were in a quiet corner behind the main building, away from curious eyes. "we need to talk." "about what?" "i couldn't sleep." "ok..?" "i couldn't stop thinking about you." "oh. i'm sorry if my confession made you uncomfortable. i didn't mean for it to bother you so much." "yes. it's so bothersome. now every time i see you with anyone but me, it hurts. i can't stand hearing about anyone but me, from you. i don't want you to think of anyone but me."

and then you were just like 😧🫣😏🤩

if you think rin's dramatic just WAIT until you talk to sae he's insane

THE BIGGEST drama queen (i hate him)

although i do think he is secure about himself and knows you wouldn't ever hurt him

i feel like he does have abandonment issues (a bit)

like imagine going through your teen years without family in a foreign country, you'd feel isolated no matter how many friends you made or how nice your host family was

he tries not giving any external reaction so you barely notice at first but every time he sees you with someone, looking a bit too friendly, he always feels his heart tighten

he's very gentle when kissing you

it's not like he's super strong or anything (mans is tiny)

and it's not that he's scared to hurt you, he just doesn't wanna appear too possessive or anything

favourite places to kiss you: why do i wanna say your waist, also knuckles

no idea why i just feel like if he weren't allowed to kiss your lips for any reason he would kiss there

but he definitely needed you to initiate the physical contact when you first started dating

speaking of which

dates with sae

100% movie nights, or just staying at home in general

mans hates going out if it's unnecessary

although, if you want anything he'd do it for you in an instant

or when he's feeling extra energetic

he'll take you dancing; this can either be ballroom dancing (which makes you cringe a bit but it's fun), salsa or literally just clubbing

i think he secretly loves clubbing at techno clubs (is that what they're called?) he hates commercial music cuz it just gets so repetitive

ideal vacation destination: somewhere isolated

like a random island in greece

or some forest in south america

idk man

he absolutely hates tourist destinations, tourists are his no.1 worst enemy

that's why you always end up going on holiday at random times of the year

"hey love, take a few days off next week. we're going to bora–bora." "it's the middle of march..." "not in bora–bora." "that's not how it works..." "i've already bought the tickets and spoken to your boss so you really just have to start packing."

now about pet names

he generally doesn't like them and thinks they're cringe and annoying

which they can be if used excessively ig

he tends to call you by a nickname or just your name

he only uses pet names when he wants something or has something to tell you that he knows you'll be angry/annoyed about

like the fact he planned a whole trip to bora–bora in middle of march and didn't tell you a thing 😞

however, if you're open about how much you hate him doing things without involving you he will change his ways

he's a quick learner after all ❤️‍🔥

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incubus txt x reader!! Any thoughts??

a/n ayo i am like a resident monster fucker (even though i've like never written anu which how???) so lets get started please keep in mind this isn't a very well-developed thought

yeonjun

he's the incubus you jokingly summoned one night while tipsy. you were scrolling through twitter trying to find some meaning when suddenly someone's "how to summon an incubus" thread pops up and you think what's the worst this could possibly do? actually summon an incubus, that's the worst it could do. now here you are with your ass up as some demon is fucking into you. drool is rolling down your chin and you can't believe this is real. he's not going to let you cum until you promise to make a pact with him. there's no way he's willing to give you up.

soobin

no wonder why this man is an incubus, he's absolutely insatiable. he's was just some guy that you were flirting with because making him flustered was just too fun. never would you think that shy guy in the bar was going to be a literal sex demon. going round after round filling you with his cum. only making you hornier with each thrust. neither of you ever fully satisfied. his hands, his cock, and his tail playing with every part of you. you can get used to this.

beomgyu

for a minute you truly thought you were living in some horror movie. seeing a shadow in the corner of your room. how glad you were when you realized it was a lust-filled fantasy that come to life. an incubus going round after round with you. having you scream out in pleasure as he pumps you full of cum. dragging his fingers along you spine marking you as his newly claimed property.

taehyun

your sweet boyfriend was always so touchy and teased you every chance he would get. you never realized the teasing was to fuel his hunger. the night he finally got you that sweet boyfriend you once had was long gone. seeing a monster take him over as he pounds into you. his tail waving in the hair with delight. telling you how cute you are to corrupt as he ruins you for any mortal.

kai

the incubus who comes to you once a month and you always just think he's some wet dream. always coming at the late hours of the night when you're too tired to fall asleep. playing with your pussy and having you cumming on his tongue. using his tail to prep your tight hole for him. cumming around his cock until you're fucked dumb. he always sends you back to sleep with a kiss on the forehead counting down the days until he sees you again.

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Saving Grace Chapter 15

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Aurora Stark

Summary: Aurora’s disappearance makes international headlines.

Warnings: brief non-con

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Zemo turned onto a narrow lane with overhanging trees, as a two-story manor loomed ahead in the semi-circle clearing. This was it, her chance to flee. Aurora waited until he parked the car and came around the passenger-side to open the door. He reached in to grab her, but she was ready.

Using her litheness to her advantage, she slipped through the gap between him and the door, and ran. She’d been trapped in a vehicle for over fourteen hours. Her limbs encumbered by fatigue, she forced herself to keep going.

She reached the forest’s edge, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso, pressing her back against his chest. Her scream rent the air, disturbing a murder of crows in a nearby tree. She told him she wasn’t going to make it easy, and she meant it.

He carried her, kicking and flailing, inside. Forcing her to her knees, effectively ending her struggle, Zemo whispered harshly in her ear, “Attempt to escape again, and I will not be so nice.”

Aurora sat on the floor, knees bent and legs splayed at her sides. Following him with her eyes as he crossed the room to the bar to pour himself a drink, she tried not to let fear overwhelm her. Questions plagued her—most of them intrusive, undesirable, and unsettling.

“Get off the floor. You were not raised in a barn,” he scolded. “I am hosting a party tomorrow evening, and I need you to be presentable. As only Aphrodite’s daughter can.”

Aurora slowly stood, taking in her surroundings like a wide-eyed doe. As his words sank in, she thought about Madripoor, particularly Selby and the way Zemo had exhibited Bucky to her. “Are you going to auction me?”

“I’m going to use you,” he corrected. “You are invaluable. Among those in attendance will be human traffickers and other ne’er-do-wells. I want you to read as many as you can.”

“Are you even listening to yourself? Do you not hear the irony of your own words?”

Zemo’s expression darkened for a fraction of a second, before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him. “I do not need a lecture on morality. Now, come with me. I will show you to your room.”

“As if I have a choice,” she scoffed, following behind him as he forcibly dragged her upstairs. He opened the door, revealing a double bed, chest of drawers, and an adjoined bathroom. The windows were barred, but through them Aurora could see snow falling. “At what point do I get to go home?”

“I have no intention of giving you back to the Soldat, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He lifted the gold chain, twirling the ring dangling from it, before slipping his hand around her throat. She whimpered, as he held her in place, trailing his other hand down her side with a barely-there touch. Agonizingly measured, he continued in a way that was both delicate and intended to inflict punishment.

Her skin crawled under the featherlight weight of his hand. Digging her fingers into the wooden frame, she stared up at the ceiling. She heaved a small sob, and that’s when Zemo stopped.

“Perhaps another time, liebling.”

After he closed the door, locking it behind him, Aurora slid to the floor and cried. “I- I’m so sorry, Bucky.”

~ * ~

“Hey, have you checked the news lately?”

There were televisions at every airport terminal. For the first time, Bucky noticed Aurora’s picture on the screen. Tuning in with his enhanced hearing, he was able to listen to the German-speaking reporter.

“Daughter of recently deceased, Tony Stark, and wife of Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier, Aurora Stark Barnes was last seen two days ago. There is evidence to believe she is being held hostage by Baron Helmut Zemo.”

“Sam,” Bucky breathed into the receiver of his phone, “what did you do?”

“You could say I pulled a few strings. That’s your girl, Buck. Bring her home.”

He turned to Ayo, who met his tear-filled eyes with a fierce grin. “I told you, White Wolf, there is no place Zemo can hide.”

~ * ~

Six years ago

“Are you ready for this, pal?”

“Not getting cold feet, are ya?”

Bucky turned from the mirror to smile warmly at Steve and Sam—the two he’d chosen to be his groomsmen. He was grateful to each of them for their support, for not questioning whether he was rushing things. He’d come a long way in his healing journey. He wanted to do right by Aurora, with one glaring exception—he hadn’t been able to ask Tony for permission to date his daughter, let alone ask for her hand in marriage.

Sensing his trepidation, Steve walked over and squeezed his shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking, Buck, and don’t. Tony made his decision. That’s not on you.”

Bucky nodded. “I know, I just—”

How do you tell someone, including your best friend, that everything changed, and yet nothing at all seemed different? He was still a man from the Forties, with old-fashioned values. In four years, since escaping HYDRA’s control, he’d never met a woman who appreciated that more than Aurora. She enjoyed dancing. She listened as he regaled her with stories from his youth and divulged his deepest fears. In turn, he protected her and took care of her as best he could.

Before either man could say any more, T’Challa stuck his head inside the hut. “Gentlemen, it is time.”

Standing next to T’Challa, Bucky watched Steve and Sam join the procession, along with Ayo and Shuri. The melody to Can’t Help Falling in Love began playing, and the knots in his stomach loosened, as Aurora appeared beside her mom. It was an intimate ceremony, with their family and closest friends.

“Who gives this woman to be married?” asked T’Challa.

“I do,” answered Aphrodite, beaming at the couple.

Aurora walked down the makeshift aisle, stopping in front of Bucky. He took in her appearance with a boyish grin. Brunette hair styled in a pin curl and wearing a vintage-white shirtwaist dress, she looked as if she’d been plucked from every fantasy he had as a young man.

With his one hand, he carefully slipped a small band onto Aurora’s finger, before holding her gaze. “I knew you were special from the day we met. Steve had trapped my arm, to make sure I was me, and all I remember is your voice calling me out of the darkness where I was content to dwell. With this ring, I vow to spend the rest of my life striving to be the man you see, the man you deserve.”

“Do you, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, take this woman to be your wife, wedded under the laws of Wakanda?”

Bucky nodded. “I do.”

“Do you, Aurora Stark, take this man to be your husband, wedded under the laws of Wakanda?”

“I do,” said Aurora, smiling up at him.

“By the power passed down to me by my ancestors as King of Wakanda, I pronounce you husband and wife.”

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I am lucky enough that Cinemark approached my college’s animation department with the offer to attend an advanced screening of the first 35 minutes of Inside Out 2.

I loved it.

The original Inside Out came out when I was eleven and I’ve adored it since, so this was a really cool opportunity as a longtime fan and current animator.

So here’s a description of what goes on in the first half hour & some of my thoughts.

Massive spoilers for Inside Out 2 below the cut!!

The movie starts out with Riley’s hockey game. Each one of the five main emotions takes a turn at the wheel during the game. Joy get Riley excited, Anger gives her the aggression she needs on the ice, Fear reminds her to put her mouth guard in, Disgust makes it realize that it’s not hers, and Sadness takes over when Riley is given a penalty.

During her time in the penalty box, the emotions reflect on what Riley has been up to lately. She turned 13, got braces, started growing, and has two best friends she plays hockey with, Grace and Bree. We see the personality islands and it’s noted that Friendship Island is majorly overshadowing Family Island. We’re also introduced to Riley’s sense of self, which is made up of affirmations she has for herself after different memories are added to it (i.e.: “I’m a good friend” “I’m a good person, etc.). It is comprised of different strings that say the affirmation when they are strung. Joy also reveals a machine she has that sends memories to the back of the head, which I guess is like repressed memories.

When she gets out of the penalty box, Riley, Grace, and Bree score a winning goal and are approached by the local high school’s hockey coach. She invites the three of them to hockey camp that weekend, to which they all immediately accept.

The night before camp, the emotions are all in bed. I need to add that Joy & Sadness share a bunk, Anger is by himself as he punches the air, and Disgust & Fear bunk together. Sadness & Joy hear an odd sound and they find the puberty button going off, no matter what they do to stop it. A construction crew comes in & basically makes a mess of headquarters.

The next day, Riley wakes up and she isn’t ready for hockey camp. When her mom asks why she isn’t packed, Anger responds, but Riley overreacts even though he barely touched the console. Sadness and Disgust try it, but Riley’s just having mood swings now and they find the console to be way more sensitive than it used to be. They decide to leave it alone unless they absolutely have to use it.

Cut to the car ride to hockey camp. Riley is telling Grace & Bree how excited she is to play hockey together in high school. Disgust instantly flags a look Bree gave her and Bree’s own Disgust flags Riley’s look back. Grace blurts out that she and Bree are going to different high schools and Riley tries to hold it together until she’s out of the car. The emotions literally have to hold Sadness back 😭

This is where the new emotions show up. We meet Anxiety (I tried to stay normal over hearing Maya Hawke), Envy (she’s voiced by Ayo Edebiri !!), Embarrassment, and Ennui (Joy nicknames him “wee-wee”). We also later meet Nostalgia, a sweet old lady emotion, but Anxiety tells her she’s ten years too early. Anxiety explains her role in things and there’s a joke about how Fear thinks he’s going to get along really well with her. The new emotions all take the wheel, especially when Riley is trying to introduce herself to Val, a cool hockey player at the high school she’ll be attending. Anxiety, out of fear for Riley’s social future, has Riley follow Val and she meets some other hockey players. They all think she’s from Michigan and not Minnesota, but she just rolls with it.

When the girls are all ready for practice in the locker room, Riley & her friends act really immature while the coach is trying to talk. Joy tries to make things better, but Riley laughs at a joke one of her friends made at the wrong time. Coach makes everyone skate lines (I think?) as punishment.

Riley overhears some of the high school players talking about her and how immature she is. When Val is alone, Anxiety makes a plan and Riley approaches her and apologizes for getting everyone punished. Val tells her that it’s okay and that the coach being hard on her means that she’s under her radar, and that it’s a good thing.

Val tells her that they might be on the same team when they split into groups. This causes a divide between Joy and Anxiety. Joy thinks that Riley should stay with her current friends, while Anxiety thinks she should stick with Val. Riley does end up choosing Val’s team and we get a confused look from Grace and Bree.

In Riley’s head, Anxiety carries out phase two of her plan. She tells the older emotions that they’re not needed anymore and literally bottles them up. They’re sent to the Vault, which is a, well, vault that holds Riley’s deepest secrets.

In here we meet Bloofy, a Dora the Explorer/Mickey Mouse Clubhouse-style cartoon character whose secret is that Riley still enjoys the show. We also meet Lance, a video game character Riley has a crush on, whose only defense move is rolling into a ball and moving forward. There’s also Riley’s deepest secret, but he doesn’t really talk. I just have to nerd out over the different animation styles here. Lance, while being 3D, is so pixelated and made to look like an anime-style video game character. Bloofy is fully 2D animated. You had all these animation students in the audience LOVING this scene.

Riley’s deepest secret breaks the jar the emotions are bottled up in. Bloofy uses what is clearly supposed to be the Mystery Mousekatool from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and they’re given three tool options: a tomato, something else I don’t remember, and dynamite. They use the dynamite and blow the door open. I need you guys to know that Lance cannot leave at first because he keeps walking into the wall. And then he just Riley’s secret decides to stay. The cops/guards in Riley’s mind catch them at first, but for reasons that I can’t really remember, they all end up incapacitated (handcuffs on their feet, slipped on coffee, etc.).

The emotions begin their journey to get back to headquarters and take Riley back from Anxiety’s plan.

I think the new emotions will be really good for Riley. I was not expecting Anxiety to become an antagonist, though! I love the new ways they’ve explained different parts of the mind, like the sense of self and repressed memories. The visuals are, of course, gorgeous and the story captures the sheer horror that is being 13.

I really love it so far. I’m beyond thrilled that I had this opportunity, and now I have an Inside Out 2 tote bag. I can’t wait to see the rest of it in June.

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: Oh my god so many drabbles lately ayo, to hopefully make up for the lack of content :") I'm only able to update during the weekends nowadays, since I'm wayyy too tired after work to write. I hope you enjoy!

Teen Titans 2003! Robin x Villain! Reader

“Let the adults handle this, Bird Boy.”

Robin’s icy gaze is more than enough to make you chuckle in amusement, faking a shiver. He looks away, his hand propped on his hip.

“Are you sure bringing them into this is a good idea?” He questions Cyborg with reluctance in his voice, gesturing carelessly to you.

“Watch it, Bird Boy. I have a name, y’know.” 

“And so do I.”

“Bird Boy rolls off the tongue better.”

“Guys, stop!” Cyborg stands between the both of you, Robin’s gloved hands already curling into fists while your fingers brush against the hilt of your katana. Both of you are glaring at each other, only moving back when Beast Boy helps Cyborg move the two of you further apart.

“Man, getting these two to work together will be tougher than we thought.” Beast Boy comments with a sigh, already sweating from all the tension in the room.

You huff, crossing your arms. Robin uncurls his fists, looking away with a grumpy purse of his lips. “Whatever,” He mutters.

“How is it that we’ve faced two literal gods, Cinderblock, the Brotherhood of Evil, and yet they’re the only one that irritates you this much besides Slade??” Cyborg groans, holding his hand against his face and shaking his head in defeat.

“Aw, am I special?” You coo, moving to sit beside him and batting your lashes at his disgruntled figure.

“No, you’re not!” Robin moves away, and you almost fall off the chair, having leaned on his side with most of your body weight.

“Rude,” You mutter, eyeing his retreating figure. However, a light pink catches your eye, and you grin when you spot a faint blush that dusts the tip of his ears, his hesitant manner in speaking finally clueing you in. You hum in thought, lips tugging upwards into a smirk as ideas form in your mind. 

Maybe things will start to get interesting around here.