#brazilians unfortunately will continue to get closed

[eternallovers65]

The strange case of being the brazilian community's fault for cc's dropping out of the qsmp when 3 cc's dropped out even before brazilians arrived

In all honesty now, this is literally the second time we get blamed for something we didn't do and all I have to say is that one day brazilians will actually get tired of this and will close themselves off. Both Cellbit and Forever already discussed this on stream about the hate they or their communities get and how nonsensical it is. So far, we have actually been patient with everything and trying to explain all the misunderstandings, but one day, we will actually get angry and just stop interacting with everyone else.

(Under read more I explain better the whole twitter feud that's happening now)

I will not generalize the communities because every community has that one part where it is so toxic that it came straight from chernobyl, including ours.

But for instance, some of quackity's fans got a bunch of brazilians tweets and used as proof of us being hateful. The problem was that none of those fans took the time to understand our memes and the fact most of those tweets were satirical (bater panela na sua janela = protest on your window)

The spreen's fans are a little bit more serious because it does involve the old Brasil vs Argentina thing, but that doesn't mean your cc can literally blame an entire community for something we didn't do. In fact, brazilians adore Carre, and when we found out Cellbit was going to play with spreen, a lot of us were happy. Because of spreen's tweet, a bunch of his fans started sending hate to the brazilians and once again used tweets as proof. The problem is that once again they didn't research and just they decided to use tweets where brazilians are talking about the racism they suffered from Argentinians (which is more recurrent than you guys think) and some others where memes we created during the world cup.

My point is that every time brazilians are the ones who have to be careful all the time to not do or say something because we are the bigger community and we are passionate and blablabla, but it's incredible how in both of the cases we didn't do anything and those fans simply didn't do their research and just blamed us for being us.

[planetsano]

fem reader. both reader and yuji get zero bitches. waxing.

I was having thoughts about Yuji getting his first wax at this really cute spa— its the new year so he’s really trying to make the effort of taking this whole “self care” thing he’s been seeing on TikTok seriously. He seems like the type to be pretty hairy down south anyway and in turn he trims it here and there but he never really upkeeps the maintenance. He wants to see what this waxing thing is all about.

So, he books the appointment and he gets you as his esthetician. He’s nervous! But also very excited! He booked a facial as well as the wax so you of course take very good care of him. The conversation is flowing beautifully and there’s a bit of chemistry there. He also thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous and when he walked into the studio, he tripped over his shoelace but that’s neither here or there.

When it’s finally time for the wax? You’re prepping everything all nice and instruct him to take off his pants and boxers— and Yuji immediately freezes. He’s all like “What do you mean?” so you look at him from over your shoulder because you think he’s being silly but the look of genuine confusion on his face lets you know he’s being deadass serious. You tell him, “Well, I can’t wax you with your pants on now can I, cutie?” as sweet as can be, its almost a little maternal too the way you say it.

Poor Yuji. He didn’t really think about any of this fully through. He mentally punches himself in the face because of course he would have to expose himself to the esthetician, that’s just how a Brazilian wax works! Yuji doesn’t want to make it awkward so he complies and takes off his pants and underwear before he lays back onto the table. God, he’s never felt so embarrassed in his life! Is the lamp really necessary..? The warmth of it did feel pretty nice. That’s beside the point anyway.

As he’s laying there while you dilly about with your back turned to him, his mind starts to wander. When was the last time he’s had a woman’s touch? It feels like ages because it kind of has. A year? Almost close to a year. He can’t really remember. Yuji thinks you’re pretty and a good time— you’re easy to talk to and if he didn’t know any better, he thinks he might have a tiny, little crush on you. He’s already been thinking about booking another service just so he can see you.

The thought is super cute, but what isn’t cute is Yuji fighting every single demon, every single thought— nearly trying to astral project so he won’t get hard. You didn’t give him a warning before wrapping your gloved hand around his shaft and he jumped, which did get a giggle and a little “Feeling jumpy today, are we?” out of you. He played it off with a bashful little “Sorry.” before relaxing again. You’re not really doing much but your job and that’s why he feels like such a pervert when all the blood from his skull has rushed to his cock.

For him, it’s like this huge elephant in the room but for you? You don’t mind, there’s always a possibility which is why you don’t take male clients but Yuji is the only exception because he’s cute and seems like a good boy. He probably thinks that he has a poker face but there’s a reason why you keep cooing at him because he’s definitely the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. It’s so desperately obvious that he’s trying to think about the most unpleasant and uncomfortable things but it’s not working.

As the service continues, Yuji is not longer trying to keep from stay hard but he’s now rather trying not to cum all over your hands and his chest. But it’s becoming increasingly difficult to do so. He peeks down every now and again to see the progress, he keeps telling himself “She’s almost done, she’s almost done.” that he needs to hold out for just a few minutes more then he can put his pants back on. But, unfortunately it doesn’t seem to work out like he would have hoped to plan.

Your hand slid up his cock with just enough pressure and friction to make him blow his, really fat load actually. He desperately tried to grab your wrist before it happened but it was already too late, the broken protest turned into a pitiful moan halfway, the panicked jerk of his body.. truth be told you thought it was sweet. You’ve also been going through a dry spell yourself. Your last ex made you want to do some healing but with that came with stepping out of the dating pool and no casual sex.

You, yourself felt like a bit of a pervert standing here with a man putty in your fingertips. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” was all that left his lips as you cleaned him with with a Kleenex but all you could say in return was:

“Can I..? Have your number?”

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗦𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗘

　　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N and Matt have a long-distance relationship. After months of not seeing each other, Y/N decides to surprise Matt in LA.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, from @lizziesx

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N sighed in relief as she left her last class of the day, closing her eyes momentarily and thanking that classes always ended early on Friday, before walking again, heading towards the Starbucks on the college campus.

A smile spread across her face when she saw her group of friends already waiting for her at their table, Julia already holding her usual, Caramel Machiatto.

"Oi meninas! (Hi girls!)" Y/N spoke with a smile in her voice, pulling out the reserved chair for herself, hanging her bag on the back of it, and sitting on the seat.

"Oi gatinha, como foi Direito Constitucional? (Hi kitty, how was Constitutional Law?)" Gabriela, who sat on her left, asked as Julia passed the drink to Y/N, who thanked her with a wink before taking a sip.

"Foi um porre, o professor adora pegar no meu pé, mas pelo menos eu tirei nota máxima no trabalho. (It was horrible. The teacher loves picking on me, but at least I got a perfect grade on my work.)" Y/N rolled her eyes, snorting at the mention of her teacher.

"Eu sei exatamente o que vai levantar o seu astral. (I know exactly what will lift your spirits.)" Anna, the third and last girl in the group, spoke as she raised her right hand, receiving everyones attention. "Achei um barzinho incrível na Vila Madalena, álcool é a solução pros nossos problemas. (I found an amazing bar in Vila Madalena, alcohol is the solution to our problems.)" She finished, a smile on her face, she was their typical Happy Hour organizer.

Julia and Gabriela smiled equally big, nodding their heads. By Brazilian tradition, Happy Hour always took place on Friday, so they were already looking forward to the idea through all day.

"Bora, amiga? (You coming, bestie?)" Anna turned to Y/N, waiting for confirmation after not seeing her react like she usually did.

"Não vou conseguir, meninas. Vou pra LA hoje. (I can't make it, girls. I'm going to LA today.)" She replied, unable to contain a smile when she mentioned the city.

"Hmm, vai visitar o boy? (Hmm, are you going to visit your boy?)" Julia said with a smile, stirring her drink with the straw.

"Sim, fazem meses que não nos vemos e não aguento mais só falar com ele por Facetime. Comprei passagem para ir hoje, e volto na segunda-feira, infelizmente. Se eu faltar mais uma aula, eu me fodo. (Yes, we haven't seen each other for months, and I can't stand just talking to him on Facetime. I bought a ticket to go today, and I'll be back on Monday, unfortunately. If I miss one more class, I'll get fucked.)" Y/N explained, taking a sip of her drink.

Y/N and Matt met on one of the girl's trips to Los Angeles years ago when she was still in her gap year, she and her parents had a house in the city and always went there on every vacation.

Their first meeting was an unusual one, but it caused the two to exchange numbers, keep contact, and, consequently, fall in love.

Because Y/N is Brazilian, lives with her mother in São Paulo and studies law at Mackenzie, she needed to travel back and forth from Brazil to be able to see her boyfriend in LA, since she wanted to finish her studies in her country.

The two agreed to continue their relationship in a long distance, and surprisingly, they handled that format very well. Their love for each other only intensified every day, and they felt like they fell in love all over again every time they saw each other in person, always reminding themselves that distance gave them a reason to love harder.

"Você vai de carro até o aeroporto? Ou sua mãe vai te levar? (Are you going to drive to the airport? Or is your mom going to take you there?)" Gabriela turned to her, seeing her shake her head.

"Nenhum, eu vou de Uber. O vôo é às 12pm e minha mãe tem plantão no hospital hoje, e eu não quero deixar meu carro no estacionamento do aeroporto. (None, I'm taking an Uber. The flight is at 12 pm, and my mom has a shift at the hospital today, and I don't want to leave my car in the airport parking lot.)"

"Eu te levo, amiga. (I'll take you, babes.)" Julia interrupted. "Depois eu me arrumo e vou direto pro tal bar que a Anna achou. (Then I'll get ready and go straight to that bar that Anna found.)"

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"Aproveita o seu boy e manda atualizações no grupo, eu quero saber tudo. (Enjoy your boyfriend and send updates to the group, I want to know everything.)" Julia spoke as she closed the trunk of her car, helping Y/N place her bags onto the airport cart.

"Eu prometo que vou atualizar vocês todos os dias. (I promise I'll update you every day.)" Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, smirking. "Obrigada pela carona, amiga. (Thanks for the ride, babes.)" She added, pulling Julia into a tight hug.

"Não precisa agradecer, só mandar o pix. (No need to thank me, just send the pix.)" Julia responded jokingly, laughing when Y/N slapped her arm.

"Idiota. (Jerk.)" Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile on her face, walking up the sidewalk and starting to push the cart with her bags.

"Também te amo! (love you too!)" Julia shouted as she got into her car.

Y/N quickly entered the airport, fishing her phone out of her jeans pocket and unlocking the screen, searching for her flight information. Her eyes read the boarding gate before putting her phone away again and pushing the cart to the check-in counter.

The process didn't take long, and soon, Y/N was able to sit in one of the chairs near her gate, taking out her phone again and unlocking it. Her thumb searched for the messaging app, opening it and seeing some chats with new texts.

The girl ignored all of them, as usual, and clicked on her mom's one, reading the latest texts.

"Honey, Matt sent me a text, he said that you haven't spoken to him all day and he is worried, thinking that you died."

"I said you had a test today at college and you couldn't use your phone during it."

"I think it's a good idea for you to send him a text before he's the one to come to Brazil."

Y/N pressed her lips together, trying to hold back her laughter. They were both so dramatic.

The girl sent her mom a brief text letting her know that she was already at the airport and assuring her that she would talk to Matt.

Her thumb clicked the back button, and her eyes quickly found Matt's chat, seeing 10 new messages and 3 missed calls. Y/N rolled her eyes, not holding back a smile. She understood why he was so worried, since the two of them talked via messages and calls practically all day long, every day, her not sending anything other than a "good morning, my love" was worrying.

But it wasn't her fault that, after class, she had to go home quickly and pack her bags, which she obviously left to pack at the last minute.

Y/N briefly looked at the time, knowing that Los Angeles' time zone was different from Brazil's, before clicking the call button, waiting for her boyfriend to answer.

"Baby?" Matt's voice sounded on the other end.

"Hi my love, I'm sorry for not talking to you today. I had a test this morning, and I couldn't use my phone during it." The girl spoke, persisting in the lie created by her mother, as her eyes traveled across the space in front of her, seeing people walking back and forth with suitcases in their hands.

"It's okay, I was just worried." The boy spoke in a low tone. The sound of objects moving in the background echoed through the line. "How was the test? I'm sure you did well."

"It was-" Y/N looked up at the flight board, seeing that hers was taking off in 20 minutes, meaning they would soon announce it, and the girl would have to board. "It was great, baby. Honey, I need to go now, Julia is here at home doing some college work. I'll call you later. I love you, bye." She spoke quickly, cursing under her breath after hanging up the call.

She knew Matt would be sad about the way she acted, but she hoped that she going to LA would be enough for him to forgive her.

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The sound of the plane pilot's voice coming through the speaker woke the girl from her sleep. Her eyes opened as her ears picked up the message that the landing would be made in a few minutes.

Y/N straightened up in her seat, her eyes going to the window on her side, seeing that the sky was almost completely dark. She took her jacket out of her purse, wanting to protect her bare arms from the cold of Los Angeles, since in Brazil was 40°C and here would be 9°C. She prepared her body for the thermal shock.

The shudder of the plane warned her that the landing was going to happen, her hands tightly gripping the arm rest as her eyes closed. She hated that feeling.

A few minutes later, passengers were allowed to leave. Y/N got up from her seat and grabbed her purse, following the line of people until she entered the airport. The girl unlocked her phone and saw that it was already 7 pm LA time. Her notification bar was full of messages from Matt, which made her heart sink. She could only imagine the anxiety her boyfriend was feeling.

Her eyes went over the last text he sent 10 minutes ago, warning her that he would film the car video with his brothers in 20 minutes. A smile spread across her face, her plan would work.

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"Matt, get rid of that ugly face right now." Nick spoke from the backseat, leaning on the side of Chris's seat as he looked at Matt's side profile.

"No can do. He's naturally ugly." Chris said, letting out a laugh followed by a yell when Nick slapped his forehead.

"Shut up, dumbass. we all look the same."

The oldest leaned away at lightning speed when he saw Chris quickly turn around with an angry expression, his right hand raised, ready to hit Nick back.

"Hey, stop!" Matt said, placing his left arm between the two of them.

"Then get rid of that angry face." Nick ordered again, leaning against the sides of the front seats, meeting Matt's eyes in the rearview mirror momentarily.

"He's like this because his little girlfriend has been ignoring him all day." Chris said as he looked at the camera, smiling when he saw Matt cross his arms and sigh deeply.

The two of them didn't know what was going on between Matt and Y/N, or if anything was going on at all, but Matt had been frowning since that morning, walking around the entire house while cleaning up all the messes he put his eyes on.

Nick had asked him what happened at one point in the day, but Matt just said that Y/N was acting weird before turning his back to his brother, going back to cleaning the video game equipment in the living room.

A knock on the window on the passenger side made the boys jump in fright; Nick let out a scream, pushing his own body onto the seat behind Chris's, while Chris bent down and covered his head with his hands, as if that would protect him from whatever that was. Matt turned abruptly towards the door on his side, moving his upper half away from it, almost lying on top of the car console.

It took a few seconds for Matt to register that whoever was knocking on his window was his girlfriend. His blue eyes widened, and his mouth opened in a perfect O, his heart racing a mile a minute as he felt his hands shake slightly.

"Are you really going to leave me standing out here?" Y/N's voice sounded muffled as she took some steps back and smiled, her right hand hidden behind her back.

"Y/N!" Nick shouted, jumping into his usual seat and pulling on his door handle repeatedly while begging Matt to unlock it.

"Y-Y/N?" Matt whispered, still in disbelief, ignoring his brother completely.

"If you don't open that door right now and give your girl a good kiss, I'm going to hit you." Chris spoke after straightening up in his seat, fixing the beanie on his head. "Go!" He spoke loudly, pushing Matt, who seemed to finally wake up from his trance.

The brunette's right hand flew to the button to unlock the doors, clicking there before pulling the handle, opening his door with a thud.

Matt had never gotten out of his car so fast, his feet running a few steps until he reached Y/N, pulling her into his arms in a tight hug, lifting her a few inches off the ground and spinning her in the air, a loud laugh escaping his mouth as he closed his eyes, praying in his mind that this wasn't just a dream, but that if it was, that he never had to wake up again.

"Baby, I... you..." Matt pulled away slightly, shaking his head as he tried to process that his girlfriend was actually there, right in front of him. His blue eyes ran over Y/N's face and body, recording her image in his mind, despite already having it drawn, painted, and stuck in his soul. "You are here." He whispered, his eyes burning with tears.

"I'm here, baby." Y/N spoke in the same tone. "Oh my love, don't cry." Her eyes filled with tears as well, and a laugh escaped her lips. God, she loved him so much.

"So that's why you were ignoring me." Matt sniffled. His right hand went up to his face, passing them over his eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I had to stop answering you for a while so I could prepare this surprise." She spoke, feeling her heart racing and butterflies in her stomach from the look in Matt's eyes. He looked so amazed. "But I have a present for you, as an apology." Y/N said slowly before taking her hand away from her back, showing the prettiest bouquet of tulips.

"Oh my-" Matt's eyes were wide, and his mouth was open, his heart freezing for a few seconds before speeding up like never before. Tears escaped his eyes without him even feeling them, while his cheeks burned with adrenaline. "This is for me?" He asked, perplexed.

"Of course, meu amor (my love). I saw it on the way here, and I thought: "Why not buy beautiful flowers for the prettiest boy in the world?"" She said softly, her eyes scanning his reactions closely.

"Thank you so much. I've never received flowers before." He sniffed, taking the bouquet delicately, as if any sudden movement could destroy it.

"They are so beautiful together." Chris commented a little away from them, his eyes also filled with tears. What they said was real. When a triplet cries, the other two cries as well.

Nick, who was next to Chris, nodded, a giant smile decorating his face as his hands held the camera, the lens focused on the couple, capturing the cute moment.

"This is true love, Y/N came all the way from Brazil just to see this idiot, and she brought flowers!" Chris continued to Nick in a low tone, not wanting to disturb the couple.

"At least now he'll be able to film today's video properly. He was worse than Grumpy from Snow White." The oldest triplet muttered from behind the camera loud enough for Matt to hear, letting out a laugh at the dirty look he gave him.

"Yes, but he's my Grumpy." Y/N spoke up, receiving grunts of disgust from Chris and Nick and a laugh from Matt.

The brunette took his free hand to Y/N's cheeks, pulling her lightly for a kiss, the first of that night. A contented sigh escaped the girl's mouth, who instantly relaxed and brought her hands to Matt's covered waist, squeezing the hoodie over her fingers while feeling like fireworks exploded inside her.

"Ew guys, that's enough love for one night." Chris said, covering his and Nick's eyes playfully.

Y/N pulled away from Matt, unable to contain her laughter, finally turning to the other two brothers.

"I think you have a video to film, don't you?" She asked wryly, smirking as she saw Chris roll his eyes and raise his arms in surrender, as if he hadn't been crying just seconds ago.

Nick turned, walking back to the car to put the camera in its place, and Chris followed, getting into the back seat next to the one Nick sits.

"I'll demand my hug later, Y/N." Nick shouted from inside the driver seat, trying to balance himself on it as he fiddled with the camera's focus.

"What do you think about being our guest on today's video?" Matt hugged her from behind, securely holding the bouquet, while resting his head in the crook of Y/N's neck, breathing in the scent of his girlfriend's perfume that he missed so much.

The girl smiled, even though he couldn't see it, stroking his left hand that rested on her waist while nodding her head.

Their fans would go crazy.

[roquebr]

The Fury

Barcelona femeni x reader

Aitana Bonmáti x reader

Summary: When all seems lost, a turnaround can be more impressive.

The rocking of the bus gives me a slight feeling of relaxation, my headphones placed carelessly in my ears, with the sound at the highest volume, hoping to hide the prevailing noise of the place.

The youngest girls on the team are very excited about today's game, it's no surprise that we are heading towards the first leg of the Champions League semi-final, simply the biggest European championship. So it's not surprising when some of them are sitting on their benches with greater concentration than the other side, which is a mess.

Everyone has their own way of preparing, mine being to ignore everyone around me as much as possible until we get to the changing rooms, music being my escape point, I always turn to Brazilian music to be my company during these moments, it's a way of feel close to home.

— Meto o chapéu na cabeça ela perde a cabeça e me fala assim... – When the song approaches the chorus, I feel a nudge on my shoulders, I pause the song and look at the intruder who disturbed me and then I relax, yeah Alexia, she knows about my pre-game ritual and I know she wouldn't disturb me for nothing.

—Hey Ale, allright?

— Yes, sorry to bother you, but we've already arrived at the stadium and the girls are already coming down.

— I lost track, I'm going too, I'm just going to get my things — I give a small smile, thanking him for his kindness.

— I see you're a little out of tune, is everything okay? – He places one of his free hands on my shoulder, with the other holding his belongings. I don't know how she manages to balance everything like that, if it were me, my cell phone would definitely be broken on the floor by now.

— Yes, I'm just concentrating on the game, you know how it is, right?

— I understand, but if you need anything you can talk to me. – I don't answer, stopping myself from just returning a kind look.

We continued walking towards the changing rooms, greeting the workers as I passed.

I know that this nervousness is not just because of the game, but because of the desire to show more than my best on the field, having arrived at the club just under a year ago, coming straight as a standout on the Ferroviária, I knew that from the beginning I had to show more than I expected.

I've had a strong presence in many of the 37 unbeaten games played so far, I've been a regular starter, but apparently I'm not good enough to start today.

As soon as Jona announced who would start before we got on the bus, my spirits immediately dropped, I know he decided the lineup thinking about preserving some prominent athletes for possible future changes of keys, but that doesn't negate my feeling of incompetence to start on the bench.

We arrive at the locker room and I immediately head to my cubicle, my headphones that have been stored for a long time no longer deprive me of Rosalía's loud voice that emanates from the absurdly loud speaker in my ears.

I change calmly, but I decide not to wear socks or football boots for now, I'm going to interpret this as a protest for being on the bench today, a bit childish I know.

I sigh and lean my head against the wall, where my game t-shirt used to hang, I watch my happy teammates as they transform and sway to the beat of the music.

I saw my girlfriend of 1 year, we met in October 2022 at Ballon D'or, I went to the event as Marta's guest after telling her in a free conversation that I would like to have the experience of going.

We talked for just over a month and soon we were dating, excited, right, but the feeling was intense and it happened, at first it was difficult because of the distance because I was in Brazil and she was in Spain, but we got through it together, whenever I could I went to visit her. there. Unfortunately, she never managed to go to Brazil, but I will resolve that during our next “vacation”.

Jona arrives in the locker room and starts his usual motivational talk, honestly I don't feel like listening to anything, with my mind confused I just focus on going to the bench.

Sit next to Alexia with Lucy on the other side, the traditional song of the champions plays bringing a smile to my face, regardless of my wounded pride, every time this anthem plays I can't help but get emotional, it's a dream that becomes childhood reality.

The first half of the game was somewhat disappointing, Barça put pressure on Chelsea's marking but unfortunately the defense did not give in, in the 39th minute came the beginning of our fall, taking advantage of a passing error from Irene that gave Chelsea close possession of the ball. to the area, making a respectable exchange of passes until he found a partner in the area, he deceived Keira's marking and passed to Cuthbert who wasted no time in scoring. We came out at half-time with 1-0 to Chelsea.

The atmosphere in the dressing room is very different to when we arrived, the totally dead Barcelona vibe contradicts the emotion I normally feel, word after word, motivation after motivation, all falling on my deaf ears as each teammate seemed focused on acquiring each lyric. said by him.

With a wave of his hand, Jona takes me aside to talk.

— YN, where are your boots?

— It's in the bank, Jona.

He sighs lightly in annoyance, the stress in his shoulders is visible.

— Look, I know you're disappointed that I didn't start today, but please put your boots on, I'll be with you on the field in about 10 minutes.

— Great Jona, I'll put it on.

Returning to the second half, a little more excited, I ask one of the physiotherapists there to put a bandage on my ankle, Sophia is her name, as I injured my ankle during the game I always put a bandage on it to avoid future injuries.

After Sophia finishes, I put on my socks and football boots, I kiss each shin guard before putting them on.

The second half began, Barça had difficulty getting into the game, then a penalty was awarded in our favor, we celebrated along with the cheers of the fans, this would be our chance to continue in the game.

The referee goes to the Var and immediately cancels the penalty, apparently the referee interprets that Salma's offside hinders the defender, nonsense if I may say so.

At 63 minutes Jona makes 2 substitutions, bringing Alexia and Lucy. Ingrid and Ona sit next to me, respectively tired and disappointed with their performances, I give both thighs a comforting squeeze.

I wait anxiously at the edge of my bench for a while, waiting for the moment when Jona replaces me. In the 74th minute, when Ramirez, Chelsea's striker, missed the chance to expand, my heart almost exploded. Patri managed to disrupt her position well, although he still let her to finish the shot.

— Jonas!! – He doesn’t even turn around in recognition.

— Que saco mano. – I go down towards him who was on the side of the field. — Jona, am I going in now?

— Be patient, YN, go to warm up.

A frown appears on my face, but I do as I'm told, not before kicking the water bottle nearby. My companions give me sympathetic looks, which makes me more stressed.

At 78 minutes, the assistant coach says I'm ready and Jona calls me to the sidelines next to him.

— Listen to me, we need you now in this field, are you ready for this challenge. – She pauses only to give the numbers to the fourth referee who is preparing the replacement panel. — We need to decide this game at home, with our fans who came here to watch us play, with courage and love when we enter the field. I know you are ready for this challenge, show who you are and what you came for.

I can't find words, so I just listen, shaking my head with a determined look. I take the place of Mariona, who wishes me good luck, running to my position, passing my girlfriend, blinking and returning to focus on the game.

Time: 80m

In a quick run down the wing, Frido sends it to Caro who tries to finish, the goalkeeper saves but the rebound goes straight to my side, I don't miss the opportunity and send it into the goal. I see Salma grab the ball so we can restart the game, I run back to position, jumping and calling the fans to play together.

Time: 83m

Patri intercepts the ball in midfield, passes it to Aitana who dribbles the opponent, leaving her mistaken, I ask for the ball and soon receive it. I notice that the goalkeeper's left corner is free, I prepare my leg and take a strong low shot, I see the ball roll quickly as the goalkeeper tries to launch himself too late, then you see the net ripple. We changed the course of the game, but it's still not enough.

Time: 85m

Aitana is having an impressive run taking advantage of Chelsea's neglect, a defender in front of her, with options like me on the left and Caro on the right, with Salma right behind. Aita rolls the ball to me, I take a slight touch to the right and shoot with confidence, the ball takes a threatening curve and soon falls into the net, surprising the goalkeeper.

Now I allow myself to celebrate, I run close to the flag post and slide down on my knees, my teammates hugging me and pulling me everywhere, the euphoria was so much that it felt like we had won the Champions League right there. I felt like crying, I scored my first hat-trick in the Champions League

Time: 88m

We receive a free kick after the Chelsea player almost grabbed Aitana trying to take the ball away from her, Salma takes the free kick which hits Lucy's head, who aims the ball towards the goalkeeper's box. She came spinning through the air, landing perfectly at my feet, I beautifully pushed her towards the goal and fell into the hug. With every second that passed the crowd became louder and louder, if possible.

Time: 90m

The gas had not passed, it was getting stronger and stronger, now with a considerable advantage, we preferred to send the team back. Keeping score is crucial for the second leg in England. Although we are currently more focused on defense, that doesn't stop us from also attacking at every opportunity. The team's confidence increased and we played calmer, making more passes and remaining calm when under pressure.

Caro has the ball on the right wing, looks up and sees the perfect opportunity to cross.

Caro's always necessary crossing makes things easier for me, I wait for her to reach the right height before jumping and sending the bike, when I fall backwards onto the grass my pain is numbed by a very loud vibration coming from the stadium.

Barely having time for anything else, I run towards the small Chelsea fans present in the stadium, stop in front of them and place both hands on my waist, with an arrogant posture, soon my teammates come to me in pure euphoria. Many compliments reach my ears, I allow myself to embrace them as much as possible before we have to return to the starting position.

9 minutes of extra time were allowed, nothing else impressive happened during this period, the 3 characteristic whistles were heard. There were many celebrations after we greeted the rival team. I head towards the referee team who hands me the ball.

Jona hugs me congratulating me on a successful game, the team soon arrives and gives me the idea of throwing myself into the air, I try to run away but I'm not fast enough, after the desperate seconds pass I run to the fans, my spirits were high today.

I ask a member of the coaching staff to hold my ball for me, while I jump into the arms of the crowd, doing my best to sign and take as many photos with everyone as possible, the only limit being the barrier.

I feel an arm go around my waist as I sign a Mapí fan t-shirt. I look to the side and see that it is Aitana, who is already looking at me with her beautiful smile on her face, her bright eyes remind me of the constellations.

I can't help but smile with her, our passionate looks betrayed our enormous passion for each other, which doesn't go unnoticed by the public, to everyone's euphoria and my poor heart, she stands on tiptoe and gives a long kiss to the my lips. , fireworks light up in my belly.

Soon the photo of that moment would be published on many pages, one of them was the official Barça account, and certainly on many fan pages that would blow up my cell phone with notifications.

But I couldn't care less, I played an impressive game and had my girl in my arms, could I ask for more than that?.

!!The inspiration for the character to score 5 goals in 10 minutes came from Lewa, when he played for Bayern he did this feat, so I thought “why not put that in the fic?”!" ... sorry for any mistakes, english is not my main language

[itsjustmylifeconfessions]

Ewan Mitchell at CCXP 2023 ❤️

Loud noise warning! The video quality goes to shit when I post but I'll keep trying!

I stopped filming cause they came down and I wanted a picture with them, unfortunately they didn't come all the way over but I got to see them even closer!

Ewan seems really sweet and attentive, in both panels he hugged the hosts hello and goodbye and gave us the warmest smile, he seems gentle and gives this kind and lovely energy

His outfit was stunning, pictures don't do it justice, he looked absolutely incredible

That. Fucking. Walk.

When he came out I immediately remembered his audition story cause that swag, that slow walk, is fucking magnetic. And hot as fuck. I too would cast him as Aemond immediately.

His voice is beautiful. Different than what I expected, his Aemond/Osferth voice is very low and gentle, and in other productions the accent really has my head spinning, but his voice is strong but smooth at the same time I can't explain it

He does pout a lot and it's the cutest thing ever, many times I looked over at him and he was just pouting

He didn't stop looking at the audience, there wasn't a second when he wasn't speaking that he wasn't looking around, winking and smiling at people, pointing at cosplays and fan art, it was really sweet, he seemed to be wanting to take it all in as much as he could, he was looking around smiling all the time

He was engaging with fans quite a lot, he got easily distracted from the interview cause was interacting with the people near him, he was all smiles

His face when Steve said he's team black was hilarious and I can say I'm one of the few that screamed for team green 💚

"ewa-" "green" bro he had no chill he was so proud

Loved his answers about Aemond and his story, he looked passionate about the character and you could feel that he loves Aemond and understands him and cares for him

Steve is a sweetheart and such a cool guy, he's really funny and kept pointing at fans and smiling at everyone he gives such good vibes, when he came down you can see in my pictures how close he got to those fans to take a good picture with them it was really sweet

They both were having a great time, that was obvious, and seemed really happy with the fan reception they got (we Brazilians don't play we will love you hard there's a reason everyone loves us) and all you xenophobic motherfuckers that were saying we would make him uncomfortable can suck my dick

If Ewan continues to do press I hope he gets all the love he got from us in other places and that more fans get to meet him, he really is lovely and gentle and deserves all the love we can give him

I hope they come back next year! And with more people from the cast, a girl can dream!

[ariel-seagull-wings]

THE PRINCESS WHO GOT LOST IN THE FOREST

@themousefromfantasyland @princesssarisa @thealmightyemprex @shelleythesapphic @allthegoodbobdylanlyricsaretaken @softlytowardthesun @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @barbossas-wench @professorlehnsherr-almashy @tamisdava2

(Brazilian Folktale)

He was a widowed king. His daughter was more beautiful than precious stones and brightest stars in the sky. The king adored his daughter, but he was unhappy.

Never to have had a son who could, one day, inherit his domains and command his armies and the destinies of its people.

Even so, instead of getting married again and trying to have the desired, the king had made a decision: it would be his daughter, and no one else, the future queen and mistress of all she owned.

And the princess grew up, more and more beautiful, spoiled and difficult to dominate. She disdained dangers. She swam in the dark lagoons. She liked to take risks- along the roads, jumping over banks and fences with his sorrel horse.

One day, she looked for her father. She said she intended to go on a hunt. The king became worried.

He argued that a woman's place was at home, close to luxury, clothes, jewelry and perfumes.

The daughter smiled. She replied that she liked jewelry and perfumes, but also to travel, visit distant places and walk the roads facing the unexpected. The king, as always, ended up agreeing. Some time later, the princess left following a group of hunters.

She was elegant, wearing a velvet skirt and a pair of white gloves. The bush he became more and more closed and the girl became happier and happier. She went ahead of everyone mounted on her sorrel.

She walked so much, she did so much, she ran so much that, when she saw it, she was lost in the forest. That's not why she was worried.

As it was hot, she decided look for a river to quench her thirst. She ended up finding a fountain, drinking water and, to wait for the other hunters, she settled down on a rock and slept. She was in the most beautiful of dreams, when a prince appeared.

The youth, son of a neighboring king, he had never seen such a beautiful and delicate person before. He waited for the girl to wake up, but she, tired, continued sleeping. deep.

Night was coming. The prince thought it best to go get one carriage to take her. To mark her presence, he took one of her white gloves. girl and left. As soon as the boy left, the girl opened her eyes. Noticing dusk, she jumped on his horse and went in search of his companions.

Through the dark night without find anyone. She ended up arriving in a distant country. Afraid to reveal who she was and run the risk of being considered an impostor, she went to a store, bought very simple clothes and found a job as a maid in the king's palace.

The queen soon sympathized with the maiden, determining that she would keep company for the daughter, the princess, who, unfortunately, was mad.

The poor patient spent, from time to time, times, through incomprehensible moments of discouragement and sadness. At these times, She locked herself in her room, lay down on the bed and didn't want to eat or talk to anyone. nobody.

Furthermore, she suffered from delusions, sometimes she didn't know who she was, she heard voices, she danced without listening to music and, once, she even tore her own clothes and go out naked through the city streets.

The other princess, the one who had now become a servant, with pity, looking for treating the sick girl in the best way possible, decided to teach her how to play cards.

One afternoon, the sky turned dark and the lights in the castle and town went out.

Frightened, people ran, locking themselves in their homes. The created princess did different.

She sent the sick girl to wait in her room and went out to see if she discovered the reason for that unexpected lack of light. She walked and walked until she saw a flash in the middle of the bush.

As she got closer, she saw two huge, shaggy dogs standing in front of her. around a fire, walking on two legs and stirring a spoon, in a cauldron. Next to them, an evil-looking man recited:

"Turn that turns that while turning

The sweet princess can't think

Move as long as you stir

The sweet princess will go mad"

The young woman was not afraid. She came out from behind the bushes and, in front of the surprised characters, she said that the power in the palace had gone out. She asked for a fire to light a candle. She said more.

She revealed that, just now, she was in the middle of a lively game of letters with the princess.

She needed light to finish the match. Hearing this, the Evil-looking man widened his eyes.

"It's not possible!"

He said."

"Everyone knows the princess is crazy and she can't even think, let alone play cards!"

Pretending to be surprised, the girl laughed. She said the man was mistaken. She said that she had been the princess's maid for a long time and that the girl was very beautiful, smart and intelligent.

In the deck, then, she added, it was almost invincible.

Furious, the man started shouting:

"You mean you were deceiving me this whole time?"

And grabbing the dogs by the scruff of the neck, he threw them into the steaming cauldron. Meanwhile, the girl lit the candle, said goodbye and ran back to the palace. She found the lights on and the princess completely healed, as Her charm had come to an end.

The maid's fame spread around the world, reaching the ears of another king.

His daughter, poor one, unfortunately, was also sick. The poor thing couldn't speak.

Her father ordered the services of the maid, who immediately accepted the challenge. Arriving at the palace, she soon befriended the mute princess.

They both spent the day talking through gestures, making faces and laughing.

The maid, meanwhile, investigated, trying to find something she might be causing the girl's illness.

Without discovering anything, she asked permission to sleep in the molting room. The king agreed.

On the first night, as soon as the sick princess closed her eyes, the maid heard a noise. Pretending she was asleep, she kept peeking out of the corner of her eye.

A trapdoor opened on the floor of the room and out came a huge, dark, so-called dog, so ugly that, horrified, the girl was unable to continue with her eyes open.

In the next day, she looked for the trapdoor in the bedroom floor, but found nothing. At the second night, the same thing happened. The dog appeared and, again, the girl didn't have the strength to look.

On the third night, the created princess gathered courage and she took a deep breath. It was already past midnight. The palace seemed to be plunged into silence of death.

Once again, the trap door opened in the floor of the room, allowing the puppy. The animal walked on two legs, dragging its furry tail on the ground.

The maid just watched. The monster approached the mute princess, placed a golden ring on her finger and kissed her for a long time. Then he went back to the trapdoor and disappeared.

Quickly, the maid jumped up and ripped the ring off her finger, threw it out the window and went back to bed.

Before dawn, the dog came back and kissed the poor girl again. When he noticed that the ring was gone, he became very agitated. Searched the beds of the two girls, he spoke incomprehensible things, sniffed and crouched on the floor, examining the four corners of the room.

The day was dawning. Yelping desperately in the sun's rays, the dog jumped onto the trapdoor and disappeared.

The next day, the mute princess woke up talking.

The charm had worn off broken. And the girl called people by name. And she sang. And she screamed. And she danced.

Crying with happiness, the king organized a party, inviting the people and nobles of the Kingdom.

After a while, another request came from far away. Now there was a king who already didn't even sleep because I was so worried.

His son had met a girl one day at the middle of the forest. The youth fell madly in love but she had disappeared. The king was distressed.

His son, previously a giant of strength and health, had fallen ill and could not He no longer wanted to eat or know anything. For the young man, life no longer made sense apart from that maiden.

The princess who had once gotten lost in the forest felt that she must answer at the request of that desperate father and traveled. She found the poor prince lying in the bed, with eyes closed. The young man looked more dead than alive.

He held between hands a white glove. The maiden was surprised. It was exactly one of the gloves that she had lost one day in the forest.

"But I know that glove!"

She exclaimed. The youth remained motionless on the bed. The princess said that she owned that glove. The youth's voice came weak and hoarse:

"If that's true, you must have the other one."

"It's here in my hand!"

Replied the maiden. Only then did the prince open his eyes. When he saw the glove and then the girl, he gave a I jumped out of bed and, screaming, called my family.

He announced that he had found the person that he had been looking for so much and now he no longer felt like dying.

It was a day of enchantment and joy.

The princess revealed who she was and how she had gotten lost in the forest.

She cried. She said she missed her father. The prince asked the maiden to marry him. The princess's father was notified, and in less than a month, at the most beautiful party that ever happened, the wedding of the two young people was celebrated.

As bridesmaids came the princess who before could not speak and the other who, one day, was considered mad.

[miitarashi]

You mentioned you have a Tintin oc, do you have any art of them? If not, can you describe them, like how they look or their name and personality and things? I'm so interested in people's oc's ❤️

Unfortunately i stopped drawing a long time ago so i don't have and can't make arts about neither Tintin or my oc,but at least i keep her alive through my writing on my other fic in my native language.

And yes! I can describe her for you 😘

Appearance: her name is Aisha,an young adult woman between 18 and 20 years old, 1.65 tall (5'5, almost the same height as Tintin). Long black, curly hair, usually braided or loose. She has vitiligo (I simply think people like that are the most beautiful thing 🥹) and eyes with heterochromia due to vitiligo (one is brown and the other is light green). Her clothes are very simple, long cargo pants with several pockets and she either wears a top or a tank top. Not so thin, a robust body, but still feminine.

Personality: well, here we start with the fact that she is a thief,bisexual, have ADHD and is ✨️brazilian✨️ lol. She is self-centered and thinks she is the best, always wanting to attract attention as she has a reputation for never having been caught regardless of the robbery. Debauched and manipulative, but only when necessary.

She's not a bad person, since even though she's self-centered, she has a big heart and is very charismatic, the type who makes friends after 5 minutes of conversation (in the meantime, she would probably already know about your family and be planning a visit lol). She has the energy of a Golden Retriver, but provokes like a black cat.

Background : how she and Tintin met is fun because they are the "enemies to lovers" troup. She ended up in Brussels because her parents abandoned her there and ran away because they were fugitives, a old woman called Anastacia took her to raise with two other acquaintances of hers, Alexander and Darium (they are old friends),basically becoming her adoptive relatives and calling her Aisha.

Tintin and her met when they were between 9 and 12 years old and by his looks she thought it was fun to tease the poor guy and get in the way of whatever he was doing regardless of what. Talking wasn't an option since she didn't take it seriously just to keep disturbing him, but when he started to return it in the same way it became a competition to see who hated each other more lol.

With Tintin soon becoming the hero and traveling the world, Aisha stayed, became a thief and started traveling the world always aiming to make the most eye-catching robbery possible (As she never hurt anyone and would return it if the person seemed to need the money more, her relatives let her go without any problems lol).

Every now and then he joined Tintin's enemies just to continue disturbing and making the situation worse, but there was one that was the trigger for enemies to lovers that i'll keep it short because this post is getting long lol. In short, she had joined a gang that manipulated her and to get revenge she planned everyone's arrest but Tintin was also involved and this gang hated him.

Classic one helping the other, Tintin got into an ambush in which she blamed herself because indirectly she was the one who gave the location without knowing it, they fought and you know that moment when one of the two ends up kissing the other and then they ask for one more? yeah 😏... After arresting the gang, they didn't exactly become a couple, but something close (it's deeper than that but I don't want to take too long 🥺)

Overal is it,there's some other little things but i guess it's enough for now. Thank you for the ask tho! I never thought someone would want to know about my Oc lol.

[fatfables]

New Gainer Story!!

Take a trip to early 90's London to visit the seedier side of gaining...

Big Ben: Part 1 of 3

Ben Bennington was forty three years old when he suffered a fatal heart attack. Born in Belfast he’d moved to London in ‘73 ostensibly to find work as a labourer, but what he really wanted was to be with his own kind. If he had known that he would wind up dying only twenty one years later he never would’ve bothered.

As far as deaths go his wasn’t a bad one. He was in bed with his Brazilian boyfriend. Who was twenty three years younger than him. The last thing that Ben Bennington saw as the pain shot through his left arm was Diego’s deep green eyes, hazel brown skin, and smile to die for. Watching your beautiful young boyfriend ejaculate would be a dream death for some guys. But Ben hadn’t wanted to die. Not like this. Not with these feelings of guilt. He had been a bad man. He didn’t want to go to hell.

It had taken him a long time to finally place the ad in the back of ‘Young Skin’. He had tried previously in the lonely hearts column of The Evening Standard but hadn’t received any responses. He was uncertain if that was because he was looking for something too specific or if it was because he was a lonely sad old pathetic fat unemployed loser behind on the rent on his scabby little Neasden bedsit. It must be one of the two. He took a slug on his can of warm extra strength Skol and stubbed his fag out on the dresser. It was his fortieth birthday. He couldn’t bear to be alone any longer. He reread his advert once more before ringing the 0898 number and sending off a cheque for £8.99 that he knew would bounce. The advert read;

M seeks M. Fat Daddy, 40YO WLTM boy who likes food and fun. OFAC. GSOH. ND. NS.

It only contained four lies. He received one reply. From a guy pretending to be a seventeen year old Brazilian who said that he wanted Ben to feed and fuck him. At first he ignored it. It had to be a wind-up right? Some local schoolboys must have found a copy of the mag hanging from a tree in the spinney. He erm, some people, sometimes, left them there in the bushes behind the fire ditch to the right of the main path just after the old oak tree where the cover was thick enough to keep you out of sight but close enough to the path that there was still a risk of being caught. The schoolboys would find the mag equally disgusting and hilarious. What would be funnier than phoning the sad fat old freak in the lonely hearts column and pretending to add just a glimmer of sunshine to his unforgivingly dull life by pretending to be a beautiful teenage Brazilian boy? That would teach the sinful old pervert.

So Ben continued with his normal routine of waking at 10.30 to be in the Ginger’s Arms by 11:00. There he would prop up the bar for a few hours and talk at anyone unfortunate enough to look at him. His favourite subjects were how hard it is to get a job, the Arsenal team of ‘78, and the rip-off price of a packet of fags. Mid-afternoon he would go to the bookies before going home via the offy to buy a four pack of Skol and sit and watch a 12 inch black and white telly with a shitty indoor aerial in his filthy bedsit. The only changes to this routine were on Wednesdays when he would pick up his dole cheque and on Tuesdays and Thursdays when he would go to the spinney during school hours. Saturday nights were spent walking around Soho staring at the chickens on show desperately wishing that he dared to enter one of those joints.

He returned home at 1.30am after a couple of hours of staggering and leering around the West End. He slumped onto his always pulled out bed-sofa, convulsed violently, pissed himself, and burst into tears. The next morning he rang the 0898 number and entered the four digit code. So what if it was kids fucking him about? It could hardly make his life any worse.

Ben Bennington met Diego DiMaria at 1pm on Tuesday 18th February, 1991, at Dorris May’s Cafe on the Neasden Lane North. It was love at first sight. It would have been very hard for an outsider to understand what Diego ever saw in him. Ben had turned up for that first date wearing the same wife-beater vest and blue jogging bottoms that he always wore. It never occurred to him that he should need to make an effort. They bonded over tea and biscuits and a shared history of running away to London to escape the clutches of an uncaring, non-understanding strict Catholic family. Ben never questioned how a poor skinny kid from the favela had managed to make his way all the way to England by himself. They agreed to meet again the following afternoon at The Ginger’s Arms. There Ben got Diego steaming drunk, took him back to his bedsit and viciously fucked him over one of the arms of the sofa-bed.

They met again several times over the following weeks and followed the same pattern. Get drunk - fuck. The sex felt better than Ben had ever imagined and he couldn’t believe that he had managed to bag such a beautiful young boyfriend. Diego was beautiful. He was 17 and thin with chiselled pecks and a six-pack developed from lack of sustenance and playing football seven days a week on the Coca-Cobana. He had unkempt brown fluffy hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was dark, smooth, soft and hairless, as was his tight little ass. He spoke grammatically correct English with a latinic twang and said funny things like when he claimed that John Major looked like Thatcher’s cunt ghost. He was intelligent, cheeky, and seemingly flawless. Ben couldn’t believe that this kid was letting him abuse him.

They always met at the same place at the same time. The Ginger’s Arms every Tuesday and Thursday at 2pm. There they would get drunk all afternoon before returning to the bedsit for anal. Diego loved being bred by his fat scruffy Daddy, he would moan and scream loudly with every thrust, “Fuck me paizão!” He loved having his prostate pounded by this sad sloppy Englishman, but was disappointed by the lack of food fun. He needed to fix this.

The next week Diego ensured that Ben got totally fucking wasted in the pub. He bought him several double vodkas on top of the standard seven or eight pints that the middle-aged alcoholic would normally consume. He suggested that they stop at the chippy on the way back to the bedsit and bought two large fish and chips with sides of curry sauce and three jumbo battered sausages. He paid on his Dad’s credit card without Ben noticing. Diego carried the fishy feast back to the bedsit as Ben swayed and staggered along the pavement, chain smoking.

The room was spinning as Diego fed Ben his fish and chips. He pushed the greasy battered cod into his mouth as Ben sat on the sofa bed wearing only his vest. His fat hairy belly stuck out into his lap. Diego ate his own portion and allowed Ben to seductively wipe each chip around his young fresh lips before he swallowed each one. Ben was overjoyed that Diego was finally letting him feed him. He wanted to make the thin Brazilian boy nice and chubby. Diego made sure that Ben ate all of the battered sausages and even blew him for the first time while he gobbled on the third and final one. Curry sauce now stained his wife-beater and his belly felt stuffed and bloated. Diego straddled him and sat himself down on his Daddies hard cock. He held onto Ben’s big beer belly as he bounced joyfully away to the land of pure pleasure. Ben came first allowing Diego the chance to push his cock deep into Ben’s mouth, spurting sweet young boy cream down his throat. The perfect end to a very satisfying meal. He was going to make this pathetic man so fucking fat.

Ben couldn’t believe that Diego had actually let him feed him. He loved the boy's body but the idea of causing him to pudge out and grow a sweet little pot-belly drove him wild with delirium. He was going to change him from a little hunk to a little chunk.

Ben’s new found happiness hadn’t had any affect on his alcohol consumption though. If anything he was now drinking even more. After a few months of the relationship Diego had also introduced him to cocaine and weed. Well, he had smoked hash when he was younger but not for quite a few years. The age mismatched lovers would now drink multiple pints of beer, smoke a bong, munch down masses of snacks, snort coke, and fuck wildly. Ben’s hairy belly started to grow. His blue joggers were stretching around the waist and his vest was now failing to cover the extent of his beer gut. He had no money for new clothes though. Fags were so fucking expensive these days.

[josephthesnailshow]

How to Ratatwang Your Panda

Hello, before I start this, I know the grammar in this post will be off, but I hope it's at least in some way understandable. If you’re wondering about the film itself, I'm probably not going to send it to any of you due to legal reasons, but don't worry, I will explain this film to you.

There's a scene in Amazing World of Gumball from "The Treasure" about a movie called "How to Ratatwang Your Panda." The appearance of this movie was made as a parody of two mockbuster films by the Brazilian animation studio Video Brinquedo; however, the movie was planned to be a real television show. I will explain.

The show itself wasn't made for release due to reasons I'm about to discuss later in the post, but instead was used for parody in Gumball. The reason for this was that Warner Bros. wanted to have the creator of this certain show about a white cat with giant cheeks and black patches make it (I forgot the name of the show; correct me if you know), but he never did it until now.

It was mainly for other reasons, like focusing on his show; however, it didn't seem like that; he had intentions for the film, and I got involved with him directing the film.

You see, I was more of an animator at Cartoon Network Studios, and our ideas were low, mostly just doing stupid things like sitting around and drinking all day. The other employees were chill and pretty nice.

How did I get involved with this film? Well, judging by the little amount of experience I had with the 3D software, I did what I could to make a perfect film; unfortunately, my ideas were shut off since the director had darker intentions, and my idea on the title card was self-explanatory, so we went with it.

For the film itself, we modeled a panda as the main protagonist, and the bad rats are the main villains of the film. The panda’s name is Chuck, and our idea for the film was to be our version of Dreamworks’ Kung Fu Panda and Disney Pixar’s Ratatouille, or at least inspired by them.

However, the director had his ideas, and due to the film being his movie, he wanted to make it darker and quite disturbing even for the standards of this company, being, you know, aimed at younger audiences, even though we have Adult Swim; heck, his ideas weren't even for that either.

Before we modeled Chuck, the director wanted to make his own costume identical to the panda model so he could attract children and hold them close as they cried out for their parents. Luckily, we refused this idea, and the director listened to us.

It got weirder the next day when the director started talking about including violent moments that wouldn’t make it to children's TV, and yes, if you’re wondering, he mentioned things about harming children on camera, which wasn’t fitting since the plot was about a panda whose enemy is a group of rats, which is pretty innocent.

Even if we didn’t allow a lot of his suggestions, he still kept everything up, and the film was delayed as he kept wanting disturbing content to be added, such as in 1933, when there was a short called Peanut Vendor and he wanted to include a scene from that short; of course, he wouldn’t include the background song from Red Nichols due to us not owning the rights to it; the creepy part about this short was the design of the monkey itself; and to make matters worse, he wanted to add screaming from children.

While that may not be related, this is what he suggested.

We ended up not including it, but unfortunately, after we left for the day, he snuck into the animating room and started adding his ideas, and to make matters worse, yes, he kidnapped children to do this. How am I aware of this? Well, a friend of mine checks the security cameras periodically, and he shared this with me. We can say that he was definitely creeped out by the thing he was looking at, and I certainly can’t blame him.

However, after the director left, we came back, and nobody in the building knew what happened, so we continued working on the film, played the film on our player, and sat down to watch. The film started with my title card; clearly, this was originally planned to be a show, so I  chuckled, and everybody did. I went to our vending machine, put a coin in the slot, and got my diet coke.

As I came back to the couch, the show started, and the rat that’s on Chuck’s good side asked him to pull out his secret weapon.

What we wanted to do was include a fart joke to make babies laugh, but that wasn’t included, even though we remember adding that. Instead, the scene we got was Chuck taking out a katana and slashing the rats, and their insides came out. Yeah, that’s what we saw; we didn’t care as we could take it out, and as the screen was zooming in on the bodies, it cut to the next scene.

What we saw was disturbing, and half of the other animators weren’t looking at the screen.

It was a person in a low-budget costume, resembling Chuck, with what looked like human eyes; he had stitches over his body; there was a video being played over and over of him grabbing rats and hitting their bodies on a rock until it fractured a bone in their bodies. As this graphic scene was happening, I realized that it might’ve been the director playing Chuck in this scene; I should’ve tried to get him to stop.

Some of the animators who weren’t looking at the screen started looking at the screen, just like everyone else; their pupils got smaller, and they were in pure horror. Suddenly, there were sounds of branches being stepped on, and the camera panned out to see who it was—it was a white cat. Just like Chuck, he was covered in stitches, and he had a plastered smile going from cheek to cheek, He also has black patches on his body.

It was Sammy the Cat; well, that’s who I thought it was, since I remembered that it was a character created by the director of this film.

Anyway, Chuck noticed Sammy, and the cat picked up a sledge-hammer and struck the panda with it, shattering the skull as I heard the crack. Instead of a cracking noise, it was a comedic hitting sound, similar to the sound that the 3 Stooges used. Yeah, I agree that it was pretty random to bring up that show, but it is the same sound.

As the cat was mutilating the costumed panda, he grabbed a stick and started jabbing the stick into his chest until it started cutting into the tissue and damaging the organs. After that, he started drawing numerous characters from other CN shows, such as Ed from Ed, Edd n Eddy, and Chowder from the show of the same name, on the panda’s body while making that unpleasant sound of skin tearing and other disgusting crap. I almost puked in my mouth; a lot of animators did.

After the scene, loud and horrible sounds of children would be audible; they were so loud that every employee in the building heard them. Some of them came to the animating room, and they were horrified by the footage being shown.

It was footage from Peanut Vendor, like I mentioned, and what the director suggested.

The Peanut Vendor was selling peanuts, and yes, the design was as disturbing and the same as the original 1933 film, If Len Lye were here, he would be creeped out by the fact that his film was being used in such a way, The footage then stopped with the monkey staring at the viewer, and the screaming from children stopped.

Everybody in the room was getting uncomfortable with the monkey and the look of it in general; it cuts to the front side of CN, the building we’re inside of right now. However, when I noticed something in the window of the building, the employees and animators allowed me to examine it; clearly, it was something paranormal. If I recall, when my friend was looking at the security footage (he’s in the animating room, by the way), he saw an employee start running in the hallway cameras, followed by a gunshot, He didn’t investigate it; he just focused on the man who snuck into the animating room that night.

It was claimed that the figure in the window was the ghost of the employee who worked here. Also, I would like to point out that we at customer service, if you ever ask us about the death of this employee, would say that there weren't any deaths of any employees here.

However, after the last scene ended, the DVD came out of the player. Luckily, we never aired it, but if you want to watch this DVD, you will never watch it, and if you want to watch it, we took the first scene from this film, brought it back to the original animation with the farting scene, and we gave it to Ben Bocquelet so he could include it as a parody in his episode of Amazing World of Gumball, titled, as I mentioned in the beginning of this post, The Treasure.

We never told him about the directors’ idea of the film or showed him any screenshots; we just gave it to him.

I would like to end this post by saying that if you ever contact customer service, you won’t get the answer you’re looking for, and we will say no to this film ever existing, and we will point all signs to the cleaned-up version of the one used in Gumball; watch that instead.

As always, thank you for reading my post. Make sure to not work with a director whose mind is as dark as a dinner that was in the oven for too long.

[daysofsamdandtime]

Day 5

Getting an early start for my full day in Cornwall, a rough plan to head down to Lands end, make my way up the coast to the Tate in St Ives and then down the other side to finish the day with a performance at the Minack Theatre - because of course.

Thankfully the drive from the Airbnb to most places is at most half an hour so I arrive at Lands End nice and early, just before the coffee shops were open. First stopping by the famous signpost and making my way up to the First & Last lookout area then heading down a bit further toward the Enys Dorman Arch. A breathtaking vista over the sea with a fresh breeze, not too cold at all which was a lovely start to the day.

My next stop was Ballowall Barrow, near Cape Cornwall. There were some old mineshafts and ruins here that uncovered some Bronze Age burial pits, and a nice walk down to Cape Cornwall as an added bonus. More lovely sea breezes here as the day continued to warm up, with the help of a decent amount of walking. Cape Cornwall was really cool with a great lookout back down to Lands End, and a Coastwatch lookout just below ‘The Stack’ atop the cape.

Then it was off to the Pendeen Lighthouse which was unfortunately closed, but I still went for a little walk around the lighthouse taking in the breeze and the scenery. I continued up to Carn Galver, an old engine house, with a walking track to Bosigran Castle Promontory Fort.

Finally arriving at The Tate St Ives, after definitely driving through the main pedestrian area of the town where I wasn’t supposed to be, was a lovely change of pace for the day. A lovely gallery with a Hockney, Matisse and Picasso and the main exhibition of Beatriz Milhazes a Brazilian artist who explored using cultural imagery with modernist painting and mixed media. The large scale pieces were striking.

St Ives is definitely the busiest town I’ve been to today, bustling with people down on the beaches and waterfront but it was a lovely walk around the harbour. I then drove down to the Minack Theatre through Mousehole.

The Minack theatre is stunning, another one dad has recommended so I hadn’t don’t much research. Walking down from the car park and seeing the theatre cascading below you is such a unique experience. The audio tour on how the theatre began and construction was really interesting, the creativity and effort that went into creating the space while working around the natural landscape is awe inspiring.

A quick drive back to Mousehole before the evening performance at the Minack was lovely, a nice walk along the waterfront by the rock pool and round to the harbour.

Back at the Minack Theatre for the evening performance of Love Riot. I was definitely the least prepared patron, most having blankets pillows and drinks of their own, but nonetheless a thoroughly enjoyable night. The show was an adaptation of a regency drama, arranged marriage, mistaken identity, and masquerade. The five actors worked hard to be multiple characters and project up to the back of the audience, however they were slightly upstaged by the natural beauty of the view and some seals popping up from time to time.

[little-virus-sasha]

FFG VINET ARC TRANSLATED S1 EP2!

a car drives to a weird location, also know as: "yeetus the deathus" and it's trunks open, reveals a rolled carpet

Fresh: gah! It's heavy!

Mr Wilson: oh I know that! It's a body! On 3!

Fresh & Mr Wilson: swing body ONE! Swing body TWO! Swing body THRE- DAMNIT!

They yeet the body, unfortunately Wilson throw it a little delayed

Fresh: damnit Wilson! Can you stop killing people!

Mr Wilson: I KNOW! I PROMISE I WILL STOP!

Rando: sup dudes, what'cha doing

Mr Wilson: we were... We were...

Fresh: throwing away trash

close up to the carpet

Rando: trash? That's obviously a body!

Mr Wilson: body? Can't ya see that's a carpet!

Rando: the hell you did?! That's a body! ..... Was a body!

Mr Wilson: you want to be the next body to roll down this hill?

Rando: you a weirdo...

The rando walks away doing nothing suspicious...

Later... On the rando car

Rando: boss, I found them

???: Greeeeeat, greeeat, now, follow them, and find their house...

Rando: it... Was to follow them?

???: But of course

Rando: I... Um, lost them

???: WHAT? YOU DUMBASS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!

Rando: sorry boss! Was talking all evil and shit and...

???: YOUR USELESS IDIOT! WE HAVE TO FIND WHERE THEY LIVE! WE NEED TO STOP THIS... "COLONY" ANY WAY POSSIBLE!

Rando: ok boss

???: Ugh... While you're on the streets, get me a paçoca (Brazilian food), or... A bagel, whatever, ok?

Rando: um, ok boss

Back at the Wilson bros house

Wilson takes a nap at the couch

ERROR! POST HIGHJACKED! ERROR! POST HIGHJACKED!

???: Did the hacking worked? Greeat, I on command now, and I want you to give dislike on this pos- wait, wha- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO DISLIKE ON TUMBLR! AND THIS VILLAIN SCENE IS NOW OUTDATED ON YOUTUBE AS WELL? Well, alright, just, ignore this post, and don't share it! Because I want to take down this... "Colony", ugh, also, just a reminder if you like this pos- oh? It's different here? Ugh, fine, if you "note" this post both Mr Wilson and "little virus" will be happy, and motivate on doing more of this, even though the only thing that will stop little virus is how often colony posts and school schedules, but about the whole noting colony thing is UNEXCEPTIONABLE! I don't want him to continue with that! And want to remind you, that I control your internet! Your dirty rats! Ok, are we done? Is this fine? Need to say anything else? Ok, ok, greeeat, AND WHERE IS THAT PAÇOCA THAT I ASKED?

[issialou]

You have resumed parfectly the problem it have with the depiction of the FRs and what they have decided choose (and rather not choose).

And yeah this ridiculous this difference of treatment toward MaxPierre when we know how they are important on the major lore and the lore of both of the cubitos. Cause without q!Aypierre and them become a couple, q!Maximus will would much more of difficulties have the materials for build the nuke and surely would have knew well later about his paraside. Without we'll never get the Furry Club xDDD.

And I think the one of why of all the things with frenchies in the video is because, by what I have see, they doesn't had any fr people among. When this not really complicated found one (much more in july 23) and they could have ask help at the french qsmp community about the frenchies, and their and the relationships that both of them have develloped with other islanders or with each others and I'm sure many of us have be happy help them.

Oh yeap, many of the french lore have begin during the election day and it was really interesting see the attitude of the french about that cause it was just a progression. For exemple, q!Antoine have become paranoïa of the fact that when Pomme have attacked the first time by the code and the frenchies have try the system for TP Pomme, it doesn't have and q!Aypierre, q!Etoiles and him have suspected the brazilians have sabotage the system for any reasons.

And yeah, the depiction about q!Etoiles is not faithful at the reality. Cause the reason of why he have decide be candidate at the presential election is because he thoughts he was the only one couldn't be corrrupted by the Federation cause he have already everything and he could take of the fact be president and really close of the Federation for that he could helps the others on the island.

Yeah, this is really annoying that the people continue do that with the french, but we unfortunately use at that but doesn't never big frustrand about that. (Thank you this so nice).

I want just share my thoughts about the QSMP Story video.

A little warning : This is just my opinion like a little someone and I don't mean harms at all the people have make the animation. The arts, musics and montage at incredible, this not problem. But it have something have work me since yesterday night and I want share here.

So the the animation called the "QSMP STORY" cover just the 1st part of QSMP (between the beginning and the arrived of the second batch of es & en CCs in august. It means unfortunately the lores of the french and we don't see at all the koreans.

So we see the frenchies in the animation but the end the message about them sound (and a rapid mention at bird duo and it would be the only mentions about the frenchies and any relationship they had with others islanders). But the the message sound like me kinda "The frenchies are arrived by crash plane they have got an egg called Pomme. They have participed at some cultural events and q!Baghera and q!Etoiles have be candidate at the presidential election" and that's all. We doesn't have any mention of q!Baghera quitting the election by kill herself and lost her last presidential life. Pomme's nightmares or her shooting and kill by accident q!Foolish and make him lost his last presidential life. Not either any emotion of Codebreakers, Furryduo or the relation of both of the frenchies and of course, nothing about their lores and all of that in the end feel like they was just like some secondary character that wasn't important at the big lore when this not truth and I'm sure that the people have make the video doesn't mean like that but yeah, in the end and at least for me it feel like that.

Also, it have make me remember the reasons of why many of us in the FR QSMP have really complicated feelings about the servor (and even for some really hostiles.

And this is also why I stay in the QSMP fandom cause I want make sure that the frenchies wouldn't be forget and thought like just like a detail in the history of QSMP (after is truth I'm much more q!Aypierre oriented) even if, I feel in the moment like that, is seems like futile cause we are not big enough for make us listen.

In conclusion, I hope if they make a part 2 the organistors would invite some french speakers artists or at least the ones among the non FR know well the french CCs or they would at least, ask informations at the people have the adventures of the frenchies on Quesadilla Island. Also, don't forget about the koreans.

I'm sorry if I have make some errors but once again, my english is not really good.

[anthrogothic]

Body/Prision

so, here we go to the second part of the fic. ours has been exciting to write this. I hope you like it <3 (originally written in Brazilian Portuguese. sorry for any error).

Third part here

Pairing: Echo x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, anxiety, panic, a little violence but nothing much and ~some physical mentions~ (and echo being a baby who needs care)

Heading towards the lab, you went through documents and reports on your datapad connected to the data network, finding the files of your newly known atypical clones, seeing that there were still three to meet in person.

One of them, with a rather traumatic past in your opinion. Another look like someone who is difficult to deal with. And lastly, one similar to your fellow nerds from college. Already imagining your scientific conversations.

You find your sweet auxiliary Omega standing at the door of the lab. She is also a clone, young and adorable. With short hair, the same color as the sun (if you remember the last time you saw one).

But with Jango Fett's pure DNA in her cells. Only you and Nala know this. Your conscience always brings you that painful twinge whenever the memory occurs to you.

"Y/N! I was looking for you!"

The girl came running towards you, with a scared face, taking your right hand and pulling you with her.

"Hey Omega, Stars, what's up?"

You almost shuffled your legs trying not to fall.

"I've been sent to help with clone ratings today! But Echo is very upset and I can't get him to calm down!"

Before you could ask for further explanation, you were already being dragged to the door of the room.

Stopping at the door, Omega pushed you inside when you spotted the trembling clone sitting with his back to the door, on top of the gurney, aiming his blaster at the three doctors ahead.

"Echo! I found her!"

The girl's voice was a mixture of relief and determination. The other three doctors in the room are clearly pissed off, hands up in front of the clone.

"Y/N isn't even a doctor, Omega!"

He yelled one of them, straightening and clasping his hands at his sides.

"You should have brought security!" yelled the other.

"She'll do it! She is better than you all!"

Screamed the little girl, pointing a finger at the three. You put a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to calm down. Gently you addressed the clone, froze as he stared into your eyes.

It was him… that clone whose record you were horrified to read. He was pale. With metallic accesses on his shaved head, a cybernetic prosthesis that covered his ears, his right forearm also cybernetic and thinner than most strong clones you know. Only the legs, also robotic, were covered by his blacks. His eyes were frightened and his limbs locked together at his sides, his good hand, shaking, still holding the blaster.

"A-Are you Doctor Y/N?"

His voice was deep, shaky and fraught with anxiety.

You, already with your heart sinking at his state, approached slowly, removing your white jumpsuit and leaving it on a small metal table nearby, catching the clone's attention with your tight black outfit.

"Yes… Echo, right? I assume you have a panic attack due to your accident… you shouldn't be brought into environments like this."

Your voice was calm and sweet. Looking at doctors with dislike in your last words. Echo looked away, clearly uncomfortable. The hand that was armed, wavering, and your hand slowly landing on top of the blaster, lowering it slowly, the clone giving way.

Suddenly one of the already impatient doctors approached abruptly and grabbed your shoulder from behind you.

"Let's go! We don't have time for theaters! Sedation didn't work this time, but nothing a dose would not do well on rebel clones!"

Spotting the syringe the doctor was pulling out of his lab coat, Omega jumped on his arm as she screamed. You turned, startled, seeing the fist that the doctor was already closing to hit the girl. In a rush of adrenaline, you punched him in the nose, he staggered backward, and Omega took the syringe from his hand. The other two came to help the doctor, who pushed them away claiming he was fine, looking at you with hate.

"You're in big trouble, girl! And you too, stuck-up scientist!"

His voice really was scary. But suddenly, Echo's voice came from behind you like thunder.

"Do something with them, and you'll have to come to terms with me and my squad."

His voice, full of hate and gravelly. His arm trembled as he aimed the blaster at the doctor, finger on the trigger.

"Not to mention the possible murder he was going to cause with so much sedative in a clone with a body not yet fully mapped to know the consequences."

Snorted Omega right beside you, all proud with the syringe in her hand.

"Uh, Nala Se will love to hear that."

You said, crossing your arms and looking at the doctor in defiance.

The attacking doctor flinched, growling as he left the room. The other two fearful:

"Please, it's our first week here. Don't hand us over to Nala Se. We just obey orders."

Begged one of the doctors, this one was much younger than the aggressor, probably doing residency with another colleague.

"Withdraw then. And let the rest of the team know the behavior of that bantha in the lab coat! He doesn't deserve to be your supervisor. He is the one who has to be supervised!"

Your voice was authoritative and even. All that remained was for the men to nod and leave the room.

Echo threw himself onto the gurney, breathing wildly and running a hand across his forehead. You stopped in front of the clone and slowly sat down beside him on the stretcher. Instructing him to take a few deep breaths, then slowly exhale for a few more, repeatedly. Echo tried to follow your directions, faltering a few times but picking up his pace eventually.

"There is! We make an amazing team! I told you, Echo!"

Omega's voice trying to bring relief to the tense environment. She continued.

"Y/N is the best! She will be nice to you!"

You, realizing the responsibility that Omega gave you, nodded with the girl's words.

"Well… I'm not exactly a doctor, as we've heard… but I know enough. You can trust me, Echo."

The clone looked at you with less awe, bearing in mind what you did.

"I- I feared that I would go through the physical evaluations again. I know they are mandatory, but... they remind me of the Citadel..."

His gaze roamed the metalized room, filled with stretchers, huge equipment, and light panels.

The doctors just didn't care and sedated him whenever it became impossible to assess him. Putting gadgets into his body, pushing him into big gadgets and treating his cybernetics like pieces of scrap metal.

"I don't want to be a problem again... I know I have obligations as a soldier, but I can't be okay here!"

He squeezed the biceps of his other arm with his hand, trying to stay in control as he felt a new wave of anxiety.

You gently placed your hand on his back, feeling him recoil involuntarily.

"Unfortunately it's standard procedure… but if you promise me secrecy, we can only do the basic assessment, and it could be in your room, a theoretically cozy place for you. I can do that from now on if you want."

Echo sighed, relieved at the option before looking at you again. His expression is lighter. Omega already excited to see her clone brother a little more relaxed. You smiled and calmly guided him to the dorm.

All the way the three of you were shot with stares and comments. You scolding each one with your furious glare, Omega stuck out his tongue at the attackers, while Echo lowered his head every time. His tall stature, allowing you to see his depressed expression from below.

Omega opened the door as you arrived soon after, still next to Echo. Omega pointed to the bunk and you asked permission to sit, Echo, growing more and more stunned by your sweet attitude toward him, nodded.

Placing the small silver suitcase you brought along on the floor, you took Echo by the hand, inviting him to sit beside you.

You asked permission with each movement and touch the soldier's body, trying to be gentle, as if his body were the most sensitive of porcelain. You were curious about his cybernetics, but you chose not to bring it up.

Omega was sitting by your suitcase, legs crossed on the floor, handing out all the little devices you needed to gauge the clone's basic physical parameters, but never looking away from him.

You explained what you were doing and why, warned of any movement or approach of the small devices and their purpose. Echo just nodded, getting a lot more confident in you.

You can't help but notice the tight, visible muscles. The heat radiating from the clone's body. The sharp, attractive shape of his body in that tight black outfit. Feeling the slight reactions whenever your fingertips touched him. The shy look he gave you.

Omega looked uncomfortable, pacing back and forth when you were wearing the last device on Echo's body, checking his heart function.

"Omega, what is it?"

Echo said low but firm, surprising you by the contrast to the voice that trembled earlier.

"I lied to Nala Se, saying that I went to get more supplies with Y/N, that it would take her time to get to the lab, so I could take her to you. If the confusion gets to her ears, she'll find out."

Omega ran her hand constantly over the back of her neck and through hair, the little eyes fearful.

You widened your eyes at the girl, remembering that you was requested earlier and for her boldness with the doctor (as if you didn't know her). Already trying to devise a plan to cover up the improvised procedure with Echo.

"Hm... I can talk to some clone friends to claim that we left Kamino for a few hours… I don't want Nala Se mad at us. And about the fight, well, we just defended ourselves."

You said with a smug smile on your full lips, forgetting your hand resting on Echo's covered chest, your hand already warming the spot. He watched your hand standing there, your skin seemingly smooth, the fingers small and delicate, rising and falling with his breath and causing a strange sensation deep in his racing heart.

The way you welcomed him and tried to keep him safe. You defended him. Just like your brothers before it all happened. He hadn't experienced this in a long time. But like a knife, he slashed his thoughts and threw them aside. He no longer allowed himself to wander through such things, after all, what kind of relationship could he have, being like that.

He came back to consciousness with your movement, withdrawing you hand and standing up, Omega already picking up the small suitcase from the floor.

"A-Are we done yet?"

A slight disappointment was clear in the clone's voice. You crouched down between his spread thighs, looking him in the eye, giving the clone's eyes access to your light cleavage and your silvery cord that went between your breasts.

"We've finished the basics, Echo. You are strong and healthy. I'll be back to do the rest tomorrow, after my shift, if you're comfortable."

Your eyes were like adorable little twinkling stars. So comforting and sincere, just like you, all the time with him. He nodded, a slight smile breaking his pale lips, bringing a slight, sweet swell to his heart.

You stood up, carefully taking the clone's hand, pulling a pen out of your pinned hair, and jotting down your personal communicator code in the palm of his hand.

"Let me know anything, Echo. Drink water and do the breathing exercises before going to bed."

Smiling, you turned around, heading for the door, being caught up by Omega just after she gave your brother a hug. The door closed as you remembered to scold the brave little girl for her attitude earlier.

Echo was left alone. Only with the sound of his heart pounding in his ears in the dim light in the room. The raindrops hitting the glass.

He put his hand where yours was moments ago, reading your code by pulling his palm away from his chest. He was calm. Something impossible after days of evaluations.

But beyond that, he felt real, alive, and eager to see you the next day, as much as his guts and gears wanted to say otherwise.

[sweeethinny]

Hi, Sweet! Ooh, thank you so much for sending me a prompt, I'm working on it! If you could please write "Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again" for any ship, my only request is that it's in some kind of AU. I love your AUs!

Sorry for the delay Mah, hope you like this Jily Muggle AU <3

Ps: for those who don't know, Valentine's Day is celebrated on the 12th of June in Brazil, and in June we have what we call the 'June Party', where it's time to exalt Brazilian folklore, and - for those who are Catholics - is the month of June Saints, the saints who baptized Jesus.

This month, there are parties where people go dressed as hillbillies, there is a lot of food, depending on the party, drinks, a lot of dancing, and it is for many the best time of year.

Couples tend to go matching, always wearing plaid clothes, with lace, ruffles and patches, and usually women braid their hair, paint their cheeks pink and men - for those who don't - paint a fake beard on their faces. They also wear a straw hat, and everything is very colorful.

A typical outfit for you, you understand more or less how it is <3 - HERE and HERE

I hope you all like it, I always like to insert a little of my culture in the fanfics <3

read bellow the cut <3

"Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again" He said, kneeling in front of her.

"Unfortunately," she said, but there was a smile on her face, a smile that James thought was adorable, and it matched her sun-rosy cheeks and the flaming strands of hair that fell over her face.

“I'll pretend to believe you.” He smiled, grimacing when she threw up again, what now felt like just water. "I'll never let you drink again."

"I never want to drink again," Lily laid her head on the toilet seat, her eyes almost closed and stared at James as if she was unable to focus her vision but was trying. The noise from the backyard party was still loud, but inside, the two of them on the bathroom floor, the silence was comforting.

"Famous last words." He shrugged, wanting to laugh but feeling sorry for her, who looked like she wanted to throw up some more. "Evans, you better pull yourself together, or I'll have to take you to the hospital, and I think it's the last place you want to go." James raised his eyebrows, wanting her to remember exactly where they were.

The idea at first was good; a weekend among friends at James' grandparents' farm, abusing every last drop of trust his parents had in him and Sirius. They promised they'd take care of the house, and it was going to be quiet, but now, when he looks out the window and sees Remus jumping off the roof into the pool, and Peter upside down trying to drink beer, he thinks things have lost a bit the control.

As long as nobody ended up in the hospital and nothing was broken, everything was perfect.

The nearest hospital was over two hours away, and none of them had the ability to drive for so long on a dirt road that it took a lot of concentration not to end up with a mired or overturned car.

"I'll be fine." She settled on the floor, leaning her back against the cool wall behind her and closing her eyes. It took James a lot of concentration to keep his eyes off her perfectly sculpted breasts, gorgeous in that black bikini. Her tanned skin made it difficult.

"Can you get up?" James asked, no longer able to stand being in such a small space with Lily so close to him, even though she had been vomiting less than a minute ago. She nodded and accepted his hand when he reached out.

James helped her wash her face and the back of her neck, trying not to think too much about how hot her skin was and how the scent of sunscreen and Lily blended together perfectly.

"Are you better, Evans?" Sirius appeared just as they walked out of the bathroom, cheeks rosy from the sun and alcohol, hair pulled back in a bun and bathing trunks falling over his hips. He had a smirk on his face, which James thought was the drinking's fault, but when Hestia walked out of the room Sirius had just left, her hair messier than before and her bikini smoothing, James understood what was happened. ‘Or do we need to call for help for you?'

"I'm great, Black." Lily tossed her hair back, as if she wanted to prove her point to him. “Dressing problems, Hess?” The girl was almost to the back door, ready to go unnoticed, but she stopped as soon as she heard her name.

Her cheeks caught fire, but her smile didn't waver.

"Yes, the knot was too tight." Hestia shrugged, pointing to the knot in her tanned back. "Sirius was helping me." James chuckled, noticing when Sirius nodded, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"I'm sure he helped." Lily looked at Sirius, then at Hestia, finally walking towards the door, her ass looking like the hottest thing in the world.

"Careful not to drool, Prongs." Sirius slapped the back of his head, looking like he wanted to wake him up from the perverted dream he was having, his drunken brain imagining everything he could do if Lily stopped looking at him just as a friend.

“You're imagining things, you idiot.” He defended himself, following the three of them outside.

The day was sunny, and even with a little wind, there was a mass of hot air that made them sweaty even when they were standing still. Everyone was sporting a tan/redness from their carelessness, and tomorrow probably wouldn't be so kind to them, but James knew that no one here was caring about tomorrow and the possible side effects of spending too much time in the sun.

It was Sirius who had come up with the idea, after looking tired of hearing complaints from Peter and Hestia about how hot it was and how they wanted to go swimming somewhere. James had blamed him for just organizing this because it was a reason for him to see Hestia in bikinis, because this wasn't the first summer Peter had complained about the heat, but it was the first that the girls had joined their group.

They had met in college, Lily was in the lab with Peter, and Marlene was in the same class as James, and when Remus asked Hestia to have lunch with them, somehow they had all become friends.

It was a unlikely group, James admitted that, but having Marlene, Lily and Hestia around always seemed to make their group much more alive and complete somehow, even though James had never thought they needed more members.

As he sat down on the lounge chair next to Lily, James wondered what she would do if he tried to flirt with her; would she repay or would she push him away and their group would break up? He'd seen how a little shocked she looked when he'd taken off his shirt, but maybe it was the tattoos that had caused it to her.

"I always thought you were too much of a mama's boy for that," she'd said, pointing to his chest, where a constellation was drawn.

Maybe that was just the shock, but James liked to think there was something else, and before she wanted to throw up her guts, he was thinking that Lily was returning the flirting start they were having, sitting by the pool while James gave her his seductive smile.

"Feeling better?" James looked over at her, lying on the lounger with her sunglasses on and her belly white with sunscreen.

"Yes now." Lily sighed. "Sorry I made you see me in that situation."

"Nothing." James shrugged. "I've gotten a lot worse, don't worry…" He took a deep breath, gathering his chest boldly and thanking that his mind was a little clouded by the beer. "Lily, are you going with anyone to Liz's party?"

Liz was a girl who studied with James, they were classmates in the Philosophy class, she was a Brazilian exchange student, and had said that she would have a party to celebrate Valentine's Day on the same date that was celebrated in Brazil, and that it was a party with the themed 'june party', which implied that they dressed in checkered clothes, or round and lace-filled dresses. She had also said that they should go as couples, but for singles, there would be something like a kissing chain or something, James hadn't quite understood.

From the photos she had shown, it looked interesting, and any opportunity to ask Lily out, James was taking it.

"I hadn't thought to go, until now." She turned her head toward him, and James cursed her sunglasses, preventing him from seeing those beautiful green eyes. ‘Are you asking me on a date?

"Could be if you want," He smiled, hoping it was seductive enough.

"Are you asking me on a date after you saw me throw up?" This time Lily lifted her glasses, and her green eyes glared at him, her eyebrow raised and an adorable little smile on her lips.

"I said I've been worse." James bit his cheek, a little anxiously. 'Then? Do you want to be my partner? I can wear a dress if you like, I look really cute in lace.” He winked, just to make her laugh—and she did.

"I want," Lily put her glasses back on, and lay back down. 'Just because I want to see you wearing lace and ruffles… I promise to be a good gentleman and court you.' It was he who laughed now, thinking it was alcohol that made him feel silly like that, laughing at anything she said and with all those butterflies in the stomach.

"Fine, can't wait." He grinned from ear to ear, he would probably have his face torn open if he continued like this, but he was too happy to care.

He was going on a date with Lily Evans.

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First Kill AO3 Fandom Stats

Part 1 - Overview of Fandom on AO3

Show Summary: It's time for teenage vampire Juliette to make her first kill so she can take her place among her powerful family of Legacy vampires. The only problem is, that’s just about the last thing Juliette wants to do. When a game of “Spin the Bottle” leads to Juliette getting to spend some quality time with her crush, Calliope Burns, Juliette’s vampiric nature makes an unwanted appearance. Worse, Cal turns out to be a monster hunter from The Guardian Guild. Both find that the other won't be so easy to kill and, unfortunately, way too easy to fall for. Which is the last thing their families wants to happen.

Based on a short story by V.E. Schwab

AO3 Link - First Kill (TV 2022).

Stats gathered on 09/09/2022. All posts in this series tagged with #Cookies Sapphic Fandom Stats for filtering purposes.

Overall Statistics

Number of Works: 450 Words Written: 2,361,038 Comments left: 11,114 Kudos given: 105,154 Bookmarks made: 8,572 Hits on works: 1,279,638 Languages Written in: English (446), French (1), Spanish (2), Brazilian Portuguese (1).

While certainly not perfect, I’ve found DeepL works reasonably well for reading works written in a language you don’t read fluently.

I haven’t gathered stats from enough equal-sized fandoms to be able to make comment on activity, but I think the numbers indicate the First Kill AO3 fandom to date has had an engaged and active audience.

Author Stats

Number of Authors: 260

The author with the most works in the fandom has written 19 works (4.22% of the works).

The 10 authors with the most works have posted 20.67% of the works to the AO3 tags.

The 20 authors with the most works have posted 30.00% of the works.

74 authors have 2 or more works posted. So 28.46% of authors have created more than 1 work, and 15.77% have created 3 or more.

The work with the most hits has received 21,842 hits and totals 33,226 words. It is a post-season 1 continuation.

Other Works Stats

Variety of Work Lengths

Sometimes readers want fics that leave us pressing ‘next chapter’ at 2 a.m in the morning, having started reading at midnight, and sometimes we want that perfect 5 minute read (or maybe two or three) for when we have a few minutes to ourselves.

Boundaries for what constitutes a short-fic, long-fic, novella length and so on tend to vary a bit person-to-person. So, after some searching, I decided to use the below categories to broadly think about the sorts of works in fandoms. I figured as long as I am internally consistent, that’s alright.

Flash Fiction: < 1,000 words Short Stories: ~1,000 - 7,500 Novellettes: ~7,500 - 17,000 Novellas: ~17,000 - 50,000 Novels: ~50,000 - 110,00 Epics: ~110,000

1 work in the First Kill fandom is the length of an epic novel, 4 works are as long as novels, 22 works are novella length, 53 are novellette length, 289 are short story length, and 81 works are flash fiction length.

Ratings, Categories, and Archive Warnings

82.44% of the works were tagged as just F/F works with a total of 92.44% having F/F as one of the categories tagged.

After this, (and far, far smaller) the next most frequent category was F/M, with 4.44% of works categorised as just F/M and 8.00% with M/F tagged as one of the categories.

Teen and Up was the most common rating at 31.33%, followed by Mature with 21.78%, then Explicit with 16.67%. 15.33% of the works were not rated, and with the lowest rating usages was General Audiences at 14.89%.

No Archive Warnings Apply was the most common Archive Warning used, with 181 (40.22%) works tagged this way. Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings was a close second with 174 (38.67%) works, then Graphic Depictions of Violence had 45 (10.00%) works.

In total there were 14 different combinations of Archive Warnings used across the 450 works.

Work Styles, Completions, and Crossovers 272 works were one-shots or single chapter, and 178 were multi-chapter works.

313 out of 450 works are tagged as Completed, with 137 as Works in Progress.

207 fandom crossover tags were used across the 450 works, not including First Kill (TV 2022) which I used as the main fandom tag.

The majority of the crossover tags were still related directly to First Kill, specifically the tag First Kill - V.E. Schwab tags which totaled 145. In addition there were fandom tags used such as Caliette - Fandom and similar which were wrangled under First Kill TV 2022 and added another 4 tags.

Beyond this, there were 51 other fandoms in the crossover category. Some of these are chapter collections for challenges where there isn’t any actual crossover between the fandoms but rather each chapter is dedicated to a different prompt for multiple fandoms. These are trickier to quantify.

Most fandoms only had a single crossover, but the few with more than one were:

Criminal Minds (US TV) (3) She-Ra and the Princess of Power (2) Stranger Things (2) Original Work (2) NCIS: Hawai’I (2) Supergirl (2)

In Part 2, I'll be looking at the most commonly tagged characters, relationships (I don’t think this one will have any surprises with the relationship in the top spot), and freeform tags.

Previous Sapphic Fandom Stats - The Bletchley Circle

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About the Muse: Carlos Oliveira

Full name: Carlos Oliveira Age: Usually late 20s to mid 30s (varies by verse) Sexuality: Heterosexual Ethnicity: Latin American / Native Brazilian

More info below the cut! =)

GENERAL INTERPRETATION

I am attempting a mashup interpretation of Carlos, taking him mostly from Resident Evil: Apocalypse and Extinction, with whatever I might need to draw from the Resident Evil 3 video game remake or RE: Retribution. I have also added a lot of my own additional development to him, especially as part of his background as an Umbrella employee and even during his childhood.

BRIEF DESCRIPTION

Carlos is a heavy weapons and vehicle utility specialist, formerly with the U.B.C.S. (Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service). After Umbrella’s betrayal of his entire Alpha Team and much of his Delta Platoon during the Raccoon City Incident, he defected and became a freelance mercenary. In most verses, he wants nothing to do with Umbrella, unless it’s to screw up their plans. You can view Carlos’ available rp verses here!

PERSONALITY

He is known for his bravery, kindness, and sense of humor, and is not afraid to run toward danger or get into the thick of things to protect innocent people. He’ll go the distance for friends and loved ones, often achieving an extremely altruistic mindset. If he’s alone with nothing to do then he’s not doing his job, heh. And his job has nothing to do with employment since the world ended. He’s a capable soldier and he knows it, and many other people are not. They need his help, and he’s not going to sit idle when he has the ability to help even one person stay alive in this new hell of a world.

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS (as they are with my version of him):

Yuri Loginova and Nikolai Zinoviev were fellow members of his Delta Platoon when they were deployed into Raccoon City at the start of the outbreak in Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Mikhail Victor was the captain of Carlos’ Delta Platoon in Resident Evil 3: Nemesis/RE3 remake.

Jill Valentine owed Carlos her life in RE3:N/RE3 remake. After bonding in their common battle against Nemesis, Carlos took it upon himself to enter the Raccoon City Hospital to search for the anti-virus while Jill lay ill. He successfully cured her, and the two of them were able to escape Raccoon City via rescue helicopter just before it was “sanitized.” In both this game and the RE: Apocalypse movie, Carlos and Jill grew to have a playful, sibling-like, back-and-forth relationship once they learned to trust each other. Carlos considers Jill a dear friend and ally, and would protect her at any cost.

Alice Abernathy met Carlos during RE: Apocalypse. They grew into close allies and became even more than that between the events of Apocalypse and Extinction. Their affection for each other continued throughout Extinction, until Carlos met a heroic end for the sake of his comrades. Carlos respects Alice as a fellow soldier, identifies with her for having been through the events of the initial outbreak, and harbors a deep, passionate, and affectionate love for her. They bond on so many levels, even when no words are said. She is one of the few people he can sit and relax with - sit in silence with, even - and be comfortable and at peace. She both quiets him and stirs him up in all the right ways.

Claire Redfield and Carlos became strong allies in RE: Extinction, managing a convoy of survivors together. He respects her as a capable and brave woman, but also as a sensible one. Unfortunately, many difficult and/or swift decisions with the potential to affect the lives of everyone in their convoy need to be made almost on a daily basis, and Carlos can always count on Claire to keep a level head and not shy away from difficult but necessary conversations.

DETAILED BACKGROUND

I wrote a long meta post going into more details about Carlos’ childhood, religion, language, PTSD, etc. here. I draw a lot from these headcanons when I write so you may want to skim through them to get an idea of how I’ve changed him as far as being canon divergent and all that good stuff. =)