#but i hear Malta's out? :((

[greencheekconure27]

Faves so far: Portugal,Malta,Croatia, (in no particular order)

Honourable mentions to Finland and Moldova.

Ireland I'm sorry but that was very very boring

Norway could have been a good song but fell flat imho.Kinda feels like she's trying to do a Nightwish song but tbh she doesn't have the voice for it and it lacks complexity.

[albonify]

Nevermind, Let’s Hard Launch ! - Lando Norris

SUMMERY: Y/N has been reluctant to go public with her and Lando’s relationship, until she builds up enough courage to soft launch, but she gets bored.

WARNINGS: none, reader can speak french

french mon amor - my love, ma vie - my life

Y/N scoffs, putting her phone down. She is currently sitting on a yacht off the coast of Malta, curled up with her boyfriend, Lando, looking out at the water as she gently plays with his hair. Lando, hearing her scoff, looks up

“What’s up baby?” “Articles talking about how you have a new girlfriend this weekend, her names Alice by the way.”

He chuckles and opens his mouth to speak but Y/N cuts him off.

“She’s a brunette and totally your type!” she smiles as she mocks the article.

Y/N fakes a gasp, “Lando, ma vie, did you know that you apparently have a thing for tall brunettes? Because I sure didn’t.” she feigns shock before laughing. Lando just softly laughs at the girl’s antics.

“Baby, you know not to listen to those articles, because i’m pretty sure they’re wrong anyways. Im don’t think I know an Alice” he says, jokingly putting his thumb and index finger on his chin to feign thought.

“Oh i know ma vie, but they are quite funny to look at”, she laughs, “Besides”, she smiles and leans in, kissing him, “I know the truth”.

She smiles at him and gently intertwines their fingers. Lando smiles back at her and kisses her pinky finger, interlocked with his. It’s become a common place for the boy to kiss, having fallen in love with it when he first saw her freckle there.

“Just say the word and i’ll post us Y/N , you know i’ve been dying to let the the world know about you.” he states, looking at her.

“I know mon amor but I i’ve seen how girlfriends get treated online, and i am in no way ready for that.”

She sighs as she snuggles her head into the crook of Lando’s neck. Lando puts on a sad smile as he gently brushes through her hair.

“i know baby, but i promise, when we do go public, anyone who has hate to say will be dealt with, i wont let them get in the way of me and the girl i love.” Lando says softly.

Y/N smiles into his neck and leave a soft kiss to skin, she loves kissing his neck, its her sign of affection, totally nothing to do with the fact Lando just has a nice neck…

Lando, in return, moves her hair and kisses behind her ear, another common place for the boy to kiss, before his smile turns into a grin and he starts to gently tickle Y/N.

Y/n shouts softly “Lando no! stop!” inbetween her laughs.

Lando just start tickling her more adjusting their position so he is above her making it easier to tickle her, this time less gently as it prompts more laughs.

God how he loves Y/N’s laugh. he could listen to it all day.

It’s not until she starts kicking her feet against the couch that he stops.

Y/N looks at Lando, his grin still prominent as he catches his breath, his messy hair asking to be played with, and she thinks she falls more in love at the sight.

At the same time Lando just looks at her, her hair all disheveled, slightly out of breath, her cheeks pink, and her smile still beaming, its at this moment Lando knows it’s her forever.

“I love you so much baby” He says as he kisses her softly.

Y/N kisses him back saying, “I love you too mon amor, more than you could ever know”. She smiles before her eyes drift and Lando recognizes that look, she’s in thought.

He lays down softly kissing her cheek before looking at her, “What you thinking about baby?”.

Y/N looks up at the sound of his voice, “What if we soft launch?”.

Lando lights up at the idea of finally being able to show her off, “Are you sure love? we dont have to if you dont want to”.

“Yeah im sure mon amor, t we’ve been dating since our teens and i know it’s you Lan it always has been and it always will be, not even the internet will change that. so yes Lan, im ready.” She smiles softly reaching up to touch his hair.

Lando smiles brightly, slightly blushing at her comment, “Im glad because I feel the same way” He leans down and kisses her. When he comes back up his grin has become a smirk.

“Well what are we waiting for?” he asks “LET’s SOFT LAUNCH” Y/N laughs and grabs her phone.

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🎶 High by the Beach - Lana Del Rey

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It’s been a few days since you and Lando soft launched. You were happy to see most people were supportive but you were still nervous.

“What you looking at baby?” Lando asks.

Right now you where tanning on the beach with a book in your hands, lando was soaked, having just came from the water. “Reading and thinking my love.” you reply.

Lando moves to lay on you, “what are you thinking about pretty girl?” he asks as he closes his eyes, joining her in sunbathing.

“Our soft launch” Y/N replies. At that Lando eyes widen, “is something wrong with it?” he asks worried.

“No my love, I was thinking about what if we did more.” “more?” Lando asks confused.

“Yeah like what if we hard launched?” Y/N said nervously picking at her cuticles.

Lando grabs her hands to stop her and looks at her, “You… want to… hard launch?” he asks her confused, knowing that she loved the privacy they had. “Yeah i know its you and i know the internet wont get in the way of us, so i want to hard launch”

“OMG OKAY im gonna go do that right now i love you” Lando quickly kisses her and runs to get his phone.

Y/N laughs at the boys excitement and grabs her phone waiting for whats next.

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🎶 Always Forever - Cults

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[alpaca-clouds]

Let me talk about Mizrak

Yeah, this with all the entire Nocturne brainrot is going to continue for a couple more days at least. But the show has so many interesting themes and characters and I just love it so much. And after getting all my friends to watch the show, I got surprised by one of them being super angry about Mizrak.

Why? Well, because of the last scene with him and Olrox in the season and his words of: "You are just an animal that lost its soul centuries ago." And the friend considered that "being an asshole" and "cruel".

To which I say: Cruel? Yes. Asshole? No.

Let me explain.

First, let me make one thing clear: No, Mizrak is not a templar. I have seen that one too many times. He is not a templar. He is a monk knight of the order of St. John, so the Knights Hospitaller. Like the templars they were very much tied to the crusades originally, but they are not the same thing. There were a lot of orders and types of knights associated with the crusades. Templars were just one of them. (Do you guys wanna hear more about the templars? I can talk more about them.)

We know from bits and pieces of dialogue that Mizrak originates in Jerusalem (which is also where the order was founded). This is a gentle reminder: Israel as we know it today was not a thing back then. But Jerusalem was always a place of religious conflict as it holds importance in all three Abrahamic religions. Which was, what the crusades were all about after all. Before the time of the French Revolution, though, there was mostly some a conflict between the Ottomans and some Arab forces over Palestine. There were some Christian orders accepted within the city though.

Now, the Knights Hospitaller, who were accepted in Jerusalem, had a strong connection to France. Which... lead to problems, when some of the Arabs and the French got into problems. Which let to the Knights Hospitaller leaving for Malta. This too is referenced in the dialogue. (If you guys cannot tell: I am very happy with the amount of historical research put into this show!)

Mizrak looks to be in his early 30s. So I assume he entered the order in his mid-teens (which was a usual age to enter an order like that) and then probably left for Malta within a couple of years after that when the political situation got more charged. And then from Malta to France.

The Knights Hospitaller back then for all intent and purposes lived as militarized monks. That means they made vows of poverty, chastity and obedience. And this very much shines through with his character in so many scenes.

Of course we see that the entire "chastity" thing does not work out that well for him. But that is also why he clearly is shown to be conflicted about that entire thing. What he tries to uphold, though, is the obedience aspect of his vows. And that is, what his entire conflict is about.

See, what I love about this character is that there is all this delicious conflict.

I will iterate again: I grew up in a very, very conservative, strict, catholic household. Other kids got read fairytales for bedtime. My mother read me the bible. Priests and monks were people we intermingled with a lot. (Heck, the last pope? I met him when he was still a bishop.) And hence I got to make one very clear experience: There are three types of Catholics: Those, who focus on all the horrible things. Those, who focus on the literal stuff written in the bible. And those, who focus on the positive stuff. You know, the stuff with helping people, and being poor, and sharing, and being in general a good person. (Though the three types are not always mutually exclusive.)

And it is pretty clear that Mizrak is of the latter kind. He believes in the good he can do through his faith in God and Christ. But he has also grown up in an Order and a Church that puts a lot of focus on the idea of sin, on the idea of obedience, and the idea of the "natural order".

But there he is, with his Abbot collaborating with demons and vampires to enforce that "natural order", which among other things goes against their own vow of poverty. This is so clearly against Mizrak's believes. Because in his very core, Mizrak is a good fucking man. He is one of the good guys. Who wants to do good through his faith in God. And this conflicts for him.

So by the end of episode 7 he reached the point to go against his vow of obedience, because his faith in doing good was stronger, than his dedication to his vows. He very actively broke his vows in the eyes of his order, standing against his order, to protect those darn kids. Because it was the right thing to do. He is absolutely willing to do the noble sacrifice if that is what it takes to save those kids. And in comes that weird dude and takes this chance from him.

And his entire thing with Olrox... It seems very much that Mizrak is indeed gay. As the series so helpfully points out: Yeah, priests, monks, other clergy, and their vows of chastity were always a thing that rarely worked out. Again, as someone who grew up with close ties to the church: The fact that everyone is secretly fucking is... well known. As well as the fact that yeah, there are a lot of gay clergy. Mostly for the reason that they are shamed for their sexuality and then take the vows to not be tempted into homosexuality. Only to find that a priest school with a lot of other queer supressed men is exactly the place you do not want to be to not be tempted. (And that is all without going into all the non-con, pedophilia and what not. Things that were also already happening back then, I guarantee you.)

So, try to imagine that entire thing from Mizrak's perspective. There he is, already ashamed and suppressed about all of that and in comes this very, very seductive vampire man, who kinda seems to align with some of his values, but not with others. And who is emotionally unavailable as fuck, outright telling him that he does not love our dear Mizrak. Someone, who clearly is not for the vampires and your abbot, but also clearly not willing to take the other side. The side that you in your heart (even though it means standing against your order) know to be right. And this man, who claims to not love you, then comes in and tries to stop you from doing what is right.

Yeah, no fuck, Mizrak is a bit pissed at him. Especially as in that moment Olrox very clearly goes against Mizrak's ideals, that are all about self-sacrificially doing the right thing.

And I do think that Mizrak is right in one regard: Olrox lost his soul. He lost a part of himself. Through the trauma of colonialism, but he lost it never the less.

So, once more: Thanks the team for giving us another interesting, well-rounded religious character! CV already did so well with Isaac and Mizrak is sofar extremely promising in that regard.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Eyes on Me || Leila Ouahabi

a/n : trying out a new format, we'll see how that goes. i did not proof-read this at all. i am also having a redbull for the first time and i don't think it'll do anything for me.

The sun shines through the hotel room in Malta. Leila has her arm wrapped around your middle with a tight grip on you. The sun gets into your eyes so you try your best to turn around in her arms. She whines, rolling over and tucking her face into your neck. You chuckle and tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Morning, amor,” you chirp softly, lips pressed to her forehead softly. She shifts, leg coming up to wrap around you.

“Bon dia,” she mumbles, pressing a feather-light kiss to your neck. She pushes herself up a little, eyes scrunched up to block out the sun.

“You didn’t close the blinds last night,” she grumbles, plopping herself back on top of you.

“I wasn’t the last one in bed, you were.”

“Yeah, but-” you cut her off.

“Why is that baby?” you ask with a cheeky smile, mind wandering to the activities of last night.

“I was cleaning up after we fucked,” she says quietly, a blush creeping up on her face.

“Mhm, and you fucked me so good I couldn’t feel my legs bebita,” you tease, sliding out from under her and heading into the bathroom. You hear her huff, then her head hitting the pillow. You giggle and go through your morning routine, hearing her rummaging about in the room. You decide on a shower, the sound of the rainfall showerhead going piques her interest and she pokes her head in the door.

“Am I allowed to join you, bebé?”

“Depends, do you promise to behave?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” she says, already stripped and in the shower with you. Her hands wrap around your waist and pull you into her, lips pressed to yours as you reach around and cradle her head. She grins, hands cheekily traveling lower and lower to your ass. She gives you a hard squeeze before a wet smack rings through the bathroom.

You gasp into her mouth and giggle, kissing her harder as the shower steams up. She presses a thigh between your legs, your hips immediately wanting to grind down on her. She helps you, hands gripping your hips as you grind down on her muscular thigh. You whine, looking up into her eyes as you use her body to get off.

She slowly presses you against the wall, smashing her lips to yours in a rough kiss. You moan and cup her face to kiss back. She pulls away and slowly kisses down your neck and collarbones, hands kneading at your sides.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers as her lips ghost your neck, dragging themselves lightly over your chest. She grasps your breasts, lips sucking them in hard and tight. She fondles the other, thigh wedged between your legs again.

“Please,” you beg, “Please don’t stop.”

Leila nods, eyes looking up at you before switching sides. She bites a little too hard but you don’t mind, the pain and pleasure surging through you. Your hips grind down and ride her thigh, evidence of your arousal washed away instantly with every flick of your hips.

“So wet for me, amor? Did I not make you come so well last night?” Leila teases, one hand on your hip as the other grabs as much of your ass as it could. You suddenly moan loudly after a particular grind of your hips, swollen clit catching on her hard thigh. Your orgasm builds to a crescendo, thighs shaking as you begin to move your hips faster and faster.

Suddenly, she grabs your face, her eyes dark with lust.

“Look at me when you come, pretty girl.”  

Your eyes shoot up to gaze deeply into hers as your high comes crashing down. You shudder and grab onto her, her signature smile on her face as she holds you up.

You stand and don’t wobble too much, lips crashing onto hers. She giggles and kisses back, getting a little shy.

“My turn,” you say with determination, turning her around to press her back to the wall. She gives you another one of her signature bright smiles, hands tangled in your hair as you kneel before her.

She arches her back a little, your lips wrapped tight around her clit. She was soaked, to say the least, eyes rolling into her head as you rhythmically suck on her folds. She grips your hair tight, grinding herself on your tongue.

“Mm, you’re doing so good for me princesa…” Leila praises, breath hitching in her throat when your tongue slips into her pussy and begins to suckle noisily. The water in the shower remains as hot as ever, your tongue expertly devouring her slick folds with swishes and flicks that bring her knees to a tense shudder.

You grasp her ass and pull her in closer, two fingers pressed deep inside her as your tongue sucks hard on her throbbing clit.

“Just like that, cariño,” Leila praises, her hooded eyes never leaving yours as you stare up at her. Her beautiful dark eyes always soften when she’s close to coming, the pre-orgasm shocks surging through her as push her towards her high.

The scream of your name is heard by no one else but you, the remote hotel room you two booked was the ideal location for a quick weekend getaway from the pitch.

Leila pulls you up and kisses you tenderly, moaning at the taste of her on your lips.

“You are something else with that mouth of yours, princesa.”

“Mm, sí,”

She leans in and kisses you again, grabbing the body wash and getting a good lather going.

//

“Are you sure you know how to work this thing?” you ask Leila as you step onto the boat.

“Sí, Soy el capitán de los mares!” she says, putting on a captain hat that she finds in the cockpit.

“Just because you’ve got the hat on, doesn’t make you the ‘captain of the seas’ babe!” you warn, laying out a beach towel and your bags on the sun deck.

Leila rolls her eyes at you, taking her time to sail out to crystal blue waters with no one else around. You stand behind her the whole time in the name of love (really you were nitpicking) with your arms around her middle and your chin resting on her shoulder. She turned her head and demanded a few kisses, your mind racing to ingrain the image of Leila sailing the boat into your memory forever. Watching her strong arms turn the console with her dark sunglasses on and pretty bathing suit underneath her shirt was doing wonders for your fantasies.

She docks the rented yacht just near a private island the boat owner had recommended. She kisses your cheek and walks out onto the deck with a smile as she takes a deep breath. You, however, have not stopped staring at your girlfriend.

“Would you like a picture amor? I know I look irresistible right now,” she teases with a grin, a deep blush flooding up your neck and cheeks.

You scramble for your phone and walk up to her, the camera pointed at her as she poses confidently for you. 

“Done,” you say shyly, giggling softly as you look through the pictures. She stands and comes over, kissing your shoulder softly.

“You’re so beautiful, amor,” you tell her, tilting your head up to kiss her. Her lips find yours, phone abandoned on the deck as your arms pull her closer and your lips kiss her harder.

“Sí, I am,” she says, earning a smack on her ass. She laughs, cupping your face and kissing you hard.

“You’re the beautiful one, bebita.”

Leila pulls you towards the towels you’ve placed, kneeling and rummaging in her bag. She hands you a speaker and you get it connected, playing your party mix as loud as you want. She pulls something else out of the bag, something that wipes the grin off your face.

Leila holds up her strap, a cheeky grin on her face. You try to grab it from her and hide it, looking around with fear that people would see her holding a literal dick in her hands. But you visibly relax when you realize that no one is around.  

“I asked bebé, no one comes around here so we’ve got it all to ourselves for a few hours.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, still a little apprehensive.

“I would have never brought it if I wasn’t sure, princesa.”

“Then fuck me, Ouahabi.”

You did not have to tell her twice.

Leila pounced on you, roughly maneuvering you onto your back before smashing her lips to yours. You kiss back the best you can, a high whine leaving your throat.

“Please Leila,” you whimper as she pulls away and kisses down your neck. Your hands tangle in her hair, nails scratching hard at her scalp as you grasp her dark locks. She moans against your skin, teeth caught on your nipple as she pulls away.

She helps you to your feet before pulling the harness on, turning you around to hold onto the side of the boat. You push your sunglasses up before you feel Leila’s cock right on your entrance. She’s just pulled your swimsuit to the side, fingers making quick work of your top. It falls to the floor; your breasts are full and ready for a little color, from the sun and your girlfriend’s adoration to marking them.  

She teases your entrance with the toy, hand reaching around to rub your clit. You groan and hang your head low, grinding back into her chasing just a little friction.

“No, princesa. You will do as I say or we go back where I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.”

You look back at her in shock, eyes as wide as saucers.

“See, we don’t want that now do we?”

“No…” 

“So be a good girl,” she says before she leans into you, lips close to your ear, “and do as I fucking say.”

You nod, turning your head back forward with your ass out like she put you. She grins, pushing the tip of her cock into you slowly. You feel her bottom out, her cock filling you to the brim. You groan and your eyes roll into your head, holding back the urge to fuck back on her thick cock.

Leila knew that you were holding back with all your might. She could see your thighs shaking a little and your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge tight.

She gently began to thrust into you, hands gripping your hips tight as she fucked deep into you. You moaned her name freely, any fear of anyone hearing you was out the door.

“Feels good, mi vida?” Leila asks, spanking your ass hard three times before you could answer. Your response catches in your throat, turning into a deep moan as she starts to pound harder and rougher into you.

“Fuck!” you scream, knees buckling at the strength of her thrusts. She pulls out and lays you down on the elevated deck, hurriedly kissing your breasts and slowly down your stomach. She presses your legs wide open, burying her face between your legs. She sucks hard on your wet clit, three fingers slipping into your soaked pussy.

“Lei-Leila!” you stutter as she begins to press up into your sweet spot and suck harder at your clit. She pulls away when she’s got slick dripping down her chin, leaning over and pressing her lips to yours.

You kiss her sloppily, her cock slipping back inside you as she pulls you closer.

“You take my cock so well, amor…” she growls, fucking up into you harder and harder. You nod as tears begin to fill your eyes, your hand falling between your legs to flick at your clit hard.

“You're close, sí? You wanna come on my cock, mi estrella?”

“Please, please!”

“Good girl, you remember the rules princesa? Eyes on me when you come.”

You force your eyes open, staring into her brown eyes that set off your orgasm.

Leila fucks you through it, pounding right into your sweet spot until you scream for her to stop. She presses a sweet kiss to your lips. She pulls out and takes the harness off, placing it back in her bag.  

“Mi chica perfecta,” she compliments as she helps you to your feet. She hands you your swim top and ties it back on for you.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Sí, it is my best quality,” she exclaims, climbing onto the deck and jumping straight into the sea.

“Careful!” you yell as it falls on deaf ears. She resurfaces above the clear water, urging you to join her.

“It’s not cold!” she tells you when she hears you complaining about it, wading above water right by the ladder.

You reach out for her to help you in, instead, she yanks you head first into the water. You yelp in surprise, smacking her arm hard as you try to catch your breath.

“I could have died, idiota!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t! Come on, let’s swim for a bit then I’ve got something to show you that I think you’ll like.”

An hour later, you’re back on the boat with some decent color and 5 more hickeys than before. Leila sails for about 10 minutes or so, docking the boat at the most beautiful island you’ve seen. She smiles when she sees your surprise, carefully helping you off the boat with her bag in her other hand. The silky soft sand slips between your toes, the warm afternoon sun beating down on you both. There’s a little hut and some blankets, but no one else around.

“Are we alone too?”

“Yes, just you and me.”

You take initiative this time, dragging Leila over to the towels where there’s a little shade and a soft sea breeze. She sits down quickly, loving the enthusiasm you’ve got. You crawl up her, kissing softly along her body. She relaxes into the sand, arms crossed behind her head.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you whisper, teeth pulling her bottoms off. Leila watches, eyes growing dark with lust like they did earlier. She lets out a frustrated sigh, legs opening wide at your quiet request.

You do the same, stripping off your swimsuit, the thrill of it giving that extra little boost of confidence.

You help her put the strap back on, settling high on her lap as you gently settle onto it. She fills you for a third time, her thick cock still giving you that full feeling that gets your heart racing and toes curling.

“Whenever you’re ready, princesa,” she coos, rough hands caressing your thighs. You start to ride her slowly, head thrown back in pure passion as she decides to thrust up into you as you come down on her.

“Fuck Leila, cock feels so good,” you whine, riding her harder before she holds you up and fucks up into you. You scream in pleasure, the accuracy of her thrusts has your head spinning in pure sexual ecstasy.  

She manages to flip you over, leaning back and wasting no time fucking into your pussy hard. She groans and presses your legs back, hips expertly fucking into your wet hole. You can only scratch your nails down her back, moaning loudly as she gives you her cock how she deems fit.

“Leila, por favor!”

“What do you want hm?” she leans down and whispers to you, hips fucking into you deeper than you thought possible.

“Please make me come!”

“¿Quieres que te haga venir, mi chica perfecta?”

“Please!”

“All you had to do was ask, princesa,” she teased, hand wrapping around your neck as your eyes immediately looked up at her. They’re glassy and focused on nothing but her, your body shuddering hard as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. The force of the thrusts that throws you over the edge knocks the wind out of your lungs; her hand tight around your neck sends that ecstatic feeling of lightheadedness straight to your core.

“Leila!” you croak out before she pulls out and quickly shifts lower to suck on your folds. You moan loudly and have to pry her off you, a hungry growl heard deep in her throat when she presses her lips to yours.

“Want you to come too,” you tell her, hands already on her ass to pull her up onto your face. She groans and throws the strap off, eagerly straddling your face for her to ride.

You stick your tongue out and she folds over your head, gripping your hair as you devour her wet folds. She grinds herself down on your tongue, her jaw wrenched open as she mutters your name over and over.

“So pretty,” you whisper into her pussy to yourself, leaning in to taste her again. She’s intoxicating, you reckon you could eat her out for hours.

Your lips suck hard at her clit, nails dug into the abundant meat of her ass. She shudders on top of you, her thighs tightening around your head. This spurs you on, tongue flicking over her clit as she comes undone on top of you. She rides it out until she’s satisfied, leaving you feeling satisfied and used.

She crawls off you, kissing you softly before pulling you into her lap to watch the sunset.

“I love you,” she says quietly, face tucked into your neck as the sun begins to set in front of you.

“I love you too,” you whisper, her arms tightening around you.

[wileys-russo]

Ella toone / Mary Earps one for your writing challenge with the reader scrolling through edits of her and Ella / Mary noticing reader doing it, just kinda teasing fluff lol

ella toone

you chuckled to yourself laid down on your bed, watching an edit of ella and alessia's latest adventures together on the lionesses version of gogglebox, rolling your eyes at your girlfriends recount of a very minor finger injury she braved through during the world cup.

still relatively new to using tiktok as you'd first vowed against its use seeing just how addicted ella and mary became, but unable to put it off any longer and with a lot of free time in malta during prep camp you caved.

out a mild curiosity you clicked on the tag of your girlfriends name. her videos came up at first and those you'd seen, her phone forever thrust into your face as she begged for feedback on her content. but scrolling a little further your eyebrows furrowed at the immense amount of edits of the mancunian which were not made by your girlfriend.

so engrossed in your scrolling you failed to hear mary return to the room after her shower, wringing out her hair with a towel as she noticed your obvious interest in whatever you were watching.

"oh you are not watching fan edits of your own girlfriend?" you jumped and locked your phone as marys obnoxiously loud laugh echoed around the room. "piss off nosy!" you threw your pillow at her head as she settled into bed.

"god you're so lovesick its disgusting." mary gagged dramatically as you threw your other pillow, this time successfully hitting her in the face. "your loss! these are mine now." the older girl smirked tucking them both under her as you sent her a glare.

"just you wait till i tell tooney she's gonna love this."

and despite your begging, and you did mean begging on your knees with hands clasped together and puppy dog eyes, the keeper did in fact keep her word and rush over to tell your girlfriend the very next morning at breakfast.

you sighed from a distance as you grabbed food for the two of you, rachel patting your back in sympathy at the wild eyed grin ella sent your way. "i don't know what thats about but...good luck." the older girl chuckled as you groaned and picked up your tray.

"oh my biggest fans brought me breakfast aren't i lucky!" ella smirked as you placed her plate down and rolled your eyes.

"don't make me spit in it ella." you mumbled, tired and hardly in the mood for this today, kept up half the night by marys snoring having drawn the short straw and being forced to room with her this time.

"oh my grumpy baby whats wrong?" ella cooed knowing exactly why you were so annoyed as you shot a smug looking mary a filthy look across the table. "here babe maybe this will cheer ya up." she slid her phone in front of you where an edit of her from last years euros played.

"you're insufferable." you sighed knocking her phone away as she sloppily kissed your cheek mumbling that she loved you very much, your mood remaining low all throughout breakfast.

"nope! you sit love, i'll do it, and i'll make ya a juice for trainin." ella beamed pushing you back into your seat and grabbing your plate for you, stealing a kiss as she did and ignoring the teasing jabs from mary across the table, millie going with her.

"i hate you earps." you crossed your arms and scowled at the keeper who blew you a kiss and wiggled your eyebrows. "you love me." mary waved off the claim and returned to her conversation with keets beside her.

a juice was placed down in front of you as you craned your neck back and smiled appreciatively up at your girlfriend, kissing her cheek in thanks as she sat back down. "oh! i know how to cheer ya up." ella suddenly perked up, scrambling back to her feet.

"el baby i'm fine i'm just-" you started but her finger smushed against your lips silencing you as she bent down and whispered something to millie whose grin slightly terrified you as ella stood out of her seat, counting in.

on three millie clicked play on something on her phone, breaking dishes by rihanna started to play and ella began to sensually dance. "who needs tiktok edits when you can have one live baby?" ella grinned as she rolled her body and pulled faces.

"oh jesus help me." you buried your face in your hands as ella continued and mary started to film, both her and keets dying of laughter on the other side of the table.

"okay ella enough!" you groaned though unable to stop a smile growing on your face as millie cut the music and your girlfriend dropped back into her seat.

"enjoy that love?" "no i think i like the edits more, they don't speak back."

[djtommotomlinson]

last november i was in china when my little brother called me and told me to come home. over summer my nan, my mums mum, had passed away before i had managed to get back to see her and my mum, my best friend in the world, had a heart attack soon after. i was with her then. we went to the funeral. she got better. we saw robbie williams live. we went out drinking and to the beach and watched coyote ugly and la la land together, our fave movies.

when my brother called me to tell me mum had cancer i knew it was bad. i lost my best friend to cancer when we were just 16 years old. thats never a good word. but its my mum. and to quote her days after her own mums death 'i always knew one day my mum would die but i never knew she would, like, actually die'.

i knew in the back of my head why i was going home but i didnt believe it. i watched spiderverse for like the third time on the plane. i went to grab my suitcase and laughed when i realised i was at the wrong shanghai - gatwick conveyor belt. who knew there were two at almost the same time.

then my brother, my baby brother, who is 30 next year but was 28 and always our baby brother, called me and my life is never ever going to be the same. i knew the moment he called. and i sat on the floor at gatwick airport shaking and people kept coming over to ask if i was okay and finally my sister and my aunties, my mums sisters, arrived and they were let into the baggage area when they explained and picked me off the floor.

i dont think this is a grief that has settled yet. i was meant to see louis that night. i havent listened to a song by him since despite his music getting me through some of my hardest times. my denial, she'll walk through the door and say this was all a joke, phase went on for months after we planned and executed a funeral and wake on the beach in malta. i made a great playlist, i wrote a great eulogy. i did that but it didnt properly sink in why.

i still, almost a full year on, wake up and think about messaging her to tell her how im feeling and check in on her.

my mum used to send me one direction news she found on facebook every day. harrys got a new album emmy did you know? and i was like no mum wow thank you (of course i already knew). she loved niall and we were going to see him live together. she wasnt a big fan of louis' music but ached for what he'd been through. i woke up the day after hearing about liam expecting a text from her checking in because she got me 1d tickets in 2014 for my 23rd birthday and she brought me merch and the dvd of the movie -

my mum who hated the beatles because they were too mainstream but loved what i loved because i loved it and was passionate about it. god she would have been crushed for me today. she would have been heart broken.

and i think this has hit me like a train not only because everyone who knows me knows how much i loved liam as if he was my own friend, but also because this past year has been so full of grief i dont always know how to get out of bed. my dads mum passed a few months ago. my family are wrecked with it. this past year has been a nightmare we can't get out of.

i always related to liam as someone who was bullied at school and as someone who suffers from mental illness and has suffered from alcoholism, thankfully, for me, something ive managed to come back from and im sober and i always hoped for that for him. its such a hard fucking mountain to climb and i didn't have to deal with the fame side of it and this whole other thing he had to carry. i always wanted him to get better but in the back of my head i had this feeling, i had this fear that i would one day log into tumblr and see the worst.

i still cant, and im sure for a long time won't, believe this real. thats one of my boys. we were very much meant to get old together. i wanted to see him get better. i cant begin to comprehend the fact he wont have that chance. this still doesnt feel real to me man. thats my boy.

just a few days ago I was in a convenience store and they were playing heart meets break and i was jamming and excited to hear my boy in a store. i keep remembering its happened, and i look at the photo on my bedside of me and my mum at the robbie williams concert and i could really do with her right now. a link to a facebook article and her over use of emojis - a shocked and crying face and a broken heart. because what else can express this?

i know i didnt know him but i always had the comfort of knowing of him, of listening to his music and watching his videos and feeling less alone in a cruel and lonely world.

its okay to be a fucking mess, if you can take time out please do. i wish this world allowed more of that. after my mum everyone had to go back to jobs and life and it still blows my mind that i was walking down the street then and today and everything was the same. the world should pause but it doesn't.

at the end of all of this, one day this might settle and make sense but right now it doesnt at all and thats how these things work. i love you all, this is not something i thought we would have to face until we had all grown old and spent all of our money on reunion tickets and seen our boys grow old and live their lives.

give people you love a hug, tell people you love that you care about them, work out problems and differences if you can and make the most of it. you never know how much time you have.

[rjshope]

gifmaker / cc wrapped 2024!

I was tagged by most beloveds @raplinenthusiasts @cosmicdreamgrl @jkvjimin @cordiallyfuturedwight @yooboobies @taehyunghobi and @jinstronaut(thank you guys🖤🌷) to share my most popular posts and my favorite ones.

Let's go!

january:

⟡ Yoongi with painted hands // he's cute here no arguments from me ♡ adorkable namgi // lol ♡ that Namjoon live // i'm still recovering btw

february:

⟡ happy Hope on the street♡ rapline saving Jin // i love how you can see their personalities here ♡ Jimin as the cutest dinosaur ever // esp soft for this one

march:

⟡ thank you fo being my artist Jimin live // he said very important thing here ♡ namjin bickering (+Hobi enjoying the show) // i live for bickering namjin ♡ Hobi being Yoongi's favorite seat // yoongi never beating lil meow meow allegations

april:

⟡ Tae and his big brown eyes // y'all just couldn't resist him could you?😁 ♡ that Malta Namjoon // despite the fact that this is my least fav bv season i have a soft spot for this gifset ♡ Dimple gifset for Kayla's birthday // very special work for my very special person🌷

may:

⟡ vibing Namjoon // lmao this is just two simplest b&w gifs and what have y'all done??? 🙈🙈 ♡ namjin laughing // luv my soft boys ♡ Nuts MV // i'm just a weak woman what do you want from me

june:

⟡ SYS Final Kim Taehyung // i'm happy with it, i love this gifset very much <3 ♡ hyung line dynamic in a nutshell // they never fail to crack me up lmao ♡ laughing namgi // so wholesome i love them so much!

july:

⟡ Jin being a good infuence on Namjoon pt.2 // i carried the thought of this gifset in my head for two years, it displays perfectly why these two are so important to me and it's nice to see this post being so appreciated ♡ Hobi being handsome to infinity and beyond // i'm still lost for words you know ♡ Tae gifset for Annie's birthday // this one is very important to me bc it took a lot of my time, blood and sweat to make it, and seeing it floped breaks my heart. Well at least Annie liked it, that's the most important thing. ♡ namjin "revenge is sweet" gifset // if you hear someone making weird evil giggling noises that's me

august:

⟡ jihope being jihope // this is not a gifset this is a happy pill ♡ hyung line from memories of 2015 // i hope i don't need to explain this?!?! ♡ RJ comforting rapline // i'm still sobbing

september:

⟡ namgi dealing with their Jin-hyung // lol#2 ♡ Namjoon birthday compilation gifset // it was my first time doing something like this and i really love how it turned out ♡ maknae line for Pat's birthday // i know this is my post but whenever i see it i sit and look at it in awe (i'm allowed to be proud with myself from time to time) ♡ sope flirting // they are so married it's annoying

october:

⟡ Jin and his mindset // if more of us were like him it would be a merrier place (yes, quoting king of my heart here) ♡ namseok gifset for Julia's birthday // i had so much fun making these ♡ peach Namjoon // iykyk ♡ winter package 2020 hyung line // rare photoshoot with just four of them in the same unit

november:

⟡ Jin, Joon, the saxophone and Jimmy Fallon // totally agree with y'all😌 ♡ Bangbangcon namgi // Yoongi's smile i'm gonna sob ♡ Namjoon and his healing smile // i miss him so much ♡ Jin performing Another Level // i do not make performances gifset often and this is a good song and a good performance and i love how these look

december:

⟡ cute barefaced Yoongi from ITS1 // lol we all are so whipped for him ♡ Jin for Dicon // playing with color isolation was fun ♡ soft (and a bit drunken) Hobi from ITS1 // the look on his face make my heart flutter ♡ cuteness agression namgi // i can't stop giggling, Yoongi your crush is showing ♡ ON Kinetic Manifesto Film Shoot Sketch | Hyung line // my boys looking fine as hell, that's it that's the tweet

Idk if it me or you really can see how my january gifs look different from december gifs. It didn't happen on purpose, but it's something that is interesting to see.

It fun to see how my year started with 2019 year and with MOTS: Persona era. And now i'm closing it by entering BE and Life Goes On era *breathes out* Yeah, life goes on and my journey goes on as well😁

Anyway it was my second year here and i'd like to thank you all for staying with me, for you support, for your reblogs and comments, it means a lot💖 I enjoyed this ride, let's continue next year with the boys!

tagging @namchyoon @kimtaegis @jung-koook @hvseoks @btsiu

@taee @kth1 @heybaetae @oumoumimi (no pressure ofc <3)

[yusume-the-writer]

Valentine's Day

Decided to do this as a Valentine's Day special, hope you like it

An interesting fact that I discovered is that people who are called Valentina/Valentino/Valentim this day is like an Onomastic birthday (Birthday of someone who is named after the Saint of that day) So happy birthday Valentina/Valentino/Valentim!!!

Summary: How they react to receiving gifts from their s/o on Valentine's Day

Confused

They stand there with their eyebrows widened as they stare at the gift in their hands.

It is not a surprise for them to receive gifts at this time or even hundreds of their admirers

Sometimes it was a hassle to have so many chocolates or gifts

But receiving one of your own? It was something they hadn't imagined, but they liked the idea.

Suddenly he caresses your head and sends you a genuine smile

"Thank you" They say with that sparkle in their eyes that only you and one of the few to witness

They wouldn't mind getting a Valentine's Day gift if it was yours

Tom Knowles, Rayne Ames, Lance Crown, Wirth Mádl, Ryoh Grantz, Carpaccio Luo-Yang, Shuen Getsuku, Lance Crown

Stunned

They just stand there with wide eyes when they see you handing them a gift on Valentine's Day

Surprised and little they are stunned

They never got a Valentine's gift from anyone...unless someone stole them

But receiving a gift from you? They're a blushing mess

Without them realizing it, their face is redder than tomatoes, peppers or any other fruit/vegetable that is red.

"Everything is fine?!?" You say worried about them

"Y-yes!!! Everything is great" They manage to say trying to hide the excitement of getting something for Valentine's Day especially from their s/o

Your cuteness will someday be the death of them

Dot Barrett, Abyss Razor, Cello Morceau, Tron Morceau, Milo Genius, Cell War

Joyful

As soon as they realize that you are witnessing it on Valentine's Day, their surroundings light up

It doesn't matter if they've had a bad day or their expression is dull or they just don't show it, the air around them lights up and even seems to have flowers.

"Really for me!" They say doubtful

"Yes! Besides, today is the day to give a gift to your loved one" You say as you bring the gift to them

Suddenly they reach into your pocket and take out a gift and give it to you

"I thought the same thing" They say laughing a little at the coincidence

You can't help but laugh at the coincidence as they exchange gifts

It seems like you read each other's minds

Finn Ames, Lemon Irvine, Love Cute, Renatus Revol, Kaldo Gehenna, Lovie Rosequartz, Delisaster, Malcolm Curtis, Galuf Gargaron, Margarette Macaron, Max Land, Adam Jobs

Without expression

They just stand there while staring at their present, yet it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

They don't say anything it seems like they didn't like it at all

"If you don't like-" You try to say but suddenly they go through something in your pocket and take out a gift

"...Looks like we had the same idea" They say trying to hide the amusement in their tone as they hand it to you

"Ah! And indeed heh~" You laugh as they exchange gifts

Fate likes to play tricks on you both

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[darcytaylor]

Luke Newton: People Interview

Not Much New, But Nice to See Him Open Up

While this interview didn’t offer up any shocking new insights into Luke or Colin Bridgerton, it’s still nice to hear from him, especially after a bit of radio silence. It’s almost like a treat to see him out of hiding a little, reflecting on his role and how much it’s shaped his life.

A Physical and Emotional Glow-Up

I’m pretty over the whole “physical transformation” question - I’m sure Luke is, too, since he gets asked about it constantly. Yes, we all get that it helped him get into character, but honestly, I’m just over hearing about it. That said, I did find it interesting when he mentioned turning 30 while filming Bridgerton Season 3 - a point where he felt it was a turning point in his life, aligning with Colin’s own transition into adulthood. As someone also in their 30s, I get it - it really did feel like a completely different chapter, one that’s more grounded and self-assured than your 20s. And trust me, it’s a good thing, I do not miss my 20s!

Life Beyond the Set

Luke also reflects on how the positivity and kindness from Bridgerton fans have shaped his experience. It’s nice to see how warm and kind he is when meeting fans in person and when talking about them. It's definitely a contrast to how he's sometimes depicted online. Online "fans" can be a different breed altogether, and yet he still speaks kindly about the fans without mentioning the negativity he’s obviously had to deal with online.

His story about the driver asking for a picture and knowing his wife would be disappointed had me laughing. It reminded me of a time I had a doppelganger (I guess I still do) who was semi-famous locally, from the same city as me. People would come up asking for pictures and autographs. At first, I’d try to convince them I wasn’t who they thought, but sometimes I was too tired to care, so I’d just pose. (I even ended up meeting my doppelganger in person, and it was honestly creepy how much we looked alike. They even gave me the green light to pose for pictures and sign autographs for them! Hahaha.) Oh, and I’m not telling you who it is, sorry!

On his perfect date night, Luke enjoys friendly competition, like bowling, followed by good conversation and food. Honestly, I’m all in on this - I’ve always loved a date with an activity like bowling or pool. Add some conversation and food, and it’s golden!

Looking Ahead: The Dream of Living Abroad (With a Bit of Help from Nicola, Maybe)

Looking toward the future, living in a sunny, small town in Italy, enjoying the peaceful simplicity of pasta, coffee, and scripts (I dig this and if he is able to do it, all the power to him). He also mentioned enjoying his travels lately (shocking! hahaha), particularly to places with nice weather. Nicola lived in Malta for a year and could probably offer some tips on making that Mediterranean dream a reality. Or, he could always make the move to Canada - where he could pretend it’s sunny and warm all year round!? (kidding)

[behindthecrowns]

Fortunately their sense of humour did not altogether desert this unusually serious minded Prince and Princess. On being told that less reputable elements of the press were attempting to make capital out of a rumour that HRH Prince George had been married in Malta, he told May with a chuckle that the wedding would have to be cancelled; "I hear that I have already got a wife and three children".

[nightskydragons]

Okay but hear me out, chaos theory making Darius a pyroraptor "handler"

Like at some point in the story he bonds with a captive pyroraptor, maybe from a malta dino fighting ring. Getting it to protect him and other campers from the atrociraptor for the whole show or just for a couple episode before Darius sets it free or something

It's incredibly corny I know but it be cool if Darius got a companion dinosaur like ben with bumpy or Mae with peirce

Art is from captivz.com for chaos theory. They have alot of other cool card designs of the jw dinosaurs

[black-swan-slaps]

Top 10 Sus Jikook Moments

There are way too many moments to possibly list, but my friend and I thought it would be fun to compile a list of sus jikook moments. 

10. 2021 Jimin Birthday Live

Cute and flustered Jimin calling Jungkook? Jungkook coming immediately to spend time with his boyfriend? Hobi calling out why Jimin was in Jungkook’s studio? So many questions.

9. 2015 Award Show Back Hug

Let’s be real, there are plenty of questionable back hug moments, but this one is particularly interesting. The fact that it was so early in their relationship. The fact that it took place at a public award show. The way Jungkook held onto Jimin and how they swayed together. The questionable looks from the other members. I see you jikook, I see you.

Honorable back hug mention is the BE live and the way Jungkook caged Jimin for an incredibly long time with their matching hair. Exuding boyfriend energy to the max.

8. Cute Feet During PJ Run

Honestly, this is just one of my favorite moments that makes me feel giddy. How comfortable they are resting on one another. The way they’re playing with their feet. Jimin’s surprised laugh when Jungkook plays along. And let’s not forget the special photo of Jungkook spooning Jimin.

7. “Let me give you a hug” Dance Practice

Am I the only one who has watched this clip over and over? We get to see how even during work they are always having fun together. But how can we not swoon over Jungkook’s smitten face as Jimin fails to lift him, and the way his smile grows brighter when he lifts Jimin like it’s nothing. Jimin tries to lift him one more time, but fails and instead hugs Jungkook and nuzzles into his neck ever so slightly. 

6. Jungkook’s Snow Gift

We should all know this moment. Bon Voyage season 4 in New Zealand. This is the beginning of Jungkook really doing whatever the hell he wants, and he disappears one morning to go on a mountain hike and returns with a chunk of snow, much to everyone’s confusion. He specifically waits for Jimin to wake up and excitedly shows and gives it to him. Jimin is, understandably confused, but we all understand the intent.

5. Malta Room Sharing

I’ll be honest, finding out about this speculation was what thrust me into the world of jikook. (It doesn’t seem to exist anymore, but I had wandered across an analysis video a few years ago). Obviously, we don’t know anything for sure, but there are enough clues here, as well as in many other occasions, that make it possible jikook were room sharing.

(And let’s not forget their cute Malta date)

4. Osaka Live

Similar vibe to number 5, but cranked up to 100. I don’t need to go in depth into this, because we all know, but my two cents is that Jimin was in that room. (Just as he hid in Jungkook’s room during the 2019 NJ live). What were they doing in a dark hotel room with sensual music playing? Eating bread, of course.

3. GCF in Tokyo

Enough said.

2. MAMA 2018

What I would give to hear everything the man sitting next to them heard. Something was truly in the air that day. They were all over each other and incredibly lovey dovey. While we can’t know for sure what they actually said to each other, the look in Jungkook’s eyes speaks volumes.

1. Rose Bowl

Are we surprised this is my number 1? There are so many moments that exist, but all jikookers come back to this one. There are so many questions about why. Why nibble the ear? Why confess his love? Why give a kiss? (We all know why). But the emotions are palpable, as they would be at the end of a high intensity concert. Jimin was emotional, and Jungkook went to console Jimin, as we know he usually does. Hanging onto Jimin’s back isn’t out of the ordinary, but Jungkook took it a step further. And put Jimin’s ear in his mouth. My assumption is that he was saying something, but ultimately decided actions would speak louder than words. To be clear, he says something first, pulls back, and then goes back in, catches Jimin’s ear, and then delivers a clear kiss to Jimin’s head. There’s no mistaking it. Jungkook was taking care of his baby. 

Honorable Mentions:

Rainy day fight

“I was with Jungkook [at 4AM on his birthday]”

That award show moment where Jungkook is singing a love song to Jimin and Jin is staring at them lovingly. (There is a video somewhere, but I can’t find it. Please, someone find it. I think it’s from the melon music awards)

Jungkook waking Jimin up on In the Soop season 2.

Jimin breaking Jungkook’s mosquito net on In the Soop season 1. (And the spooning that occurred the next day.) 

Black Swan Lift

Honestly, there are too many moments to mention. Please share your top sus moments!

[lonestarbattleship]

Regarding that one post about Warspite, I remember hearing something about Warspite’s steering gear being replaced at some point, is that not the case?

She took a direct hit by a German shell to her port side steer during the battle of Jutland. While it was repaired, something like that can never be fully repaired. Plus, it didn't help that a mine exploded near her rudder later on.

But I believe the biggest damage that she took and nearly sent her to a watery grave, was a direct hit by a Fritz X missile and another that missed and exploded under her hull. For those who don't know, the Fritz X was an early guided anti-ship glide bomb developed by the Germans.

"This bomb caused damage to X engine room and shock put X turret out of action. It also opened a gash in her anti torpedo bulge.

The direct hit penetrated six decks, wrecked a boiler room, and exploded in the double bottom of the ship. Four of the five boiler rooms were flooded out and all steam power was lost. Some 5000 cubic meters of sea water flooded the ship (5000 tonnes). Shock damage had put all radars out of action as well as all wireless communication. Steering was jammed. Unable to move on her own, she was taken in tow, eventually reaching Malta.

Warspite was eventually patched up and returned to GB for further repairs. The destroyed boiler room and X Turret could not be repaired and remained out of action for the rest of her career."

Side note: As much as the naval fans wish she had been saved, she was not in any shape to be a museum ship.

Thanks for the ask.

source

[quietlyimplode]

Black Widow Fest - Day Five

Wild Geese (cruelty is easy)

Warnings: death of widows, implied (not graphic) torture, Natasha in the Red Room.

Word Count: 2154

Pairing: Black Widows, Widows, Natasha-centric (Clint/Nat implied)

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. - Mary Oliver. Wild Geese.

Head warnings. This is not a happy fic, words in their essence are something that can be so benign but can have ripple effects. Words said in grief, anger, pain, can have lasting impacts in ways we don’t know. Be careful with your words, you’ll never know how they may ricochet. Take care friends. <3

Cruelty is easy. You’re not special for choosing it.

1/

Chains around her wrists, toes barely touching the floor, the woman spits at the Widow.

“Why do you hold your secrets, when you could so easily just tell me? Where is your husband?”

Blood on her chin, still the woman snarls.

Like a rabid dog, she drools and snaps when the Widow comes close.

“You’re going to die here anyway, why not make your last hours easier?”

The woman, dehydrated, delirious, laughs.

“Cruelty is easy. You’re not special for choosing it.”

It give the widow pause.

The woman laughs again.

“You’re not special at all. Just a cog in the machine. Doing someone else’s bidding. How does it feel to be the puppet?”

She sighs, spits, and leans heavily on the chains.

“So kill me, because I don’t know what you want to hear. My husband is nowhere. He’s everywhere. He’s in Malta, Dubrovnik. He’s in the Maldives, in Sri Lanka or…”

The gun shot to her head silences her and the body falls heavily against the chains, it’s weight now dead as there’s steady blood flow from the the wound.

.

2/

Natasha watches the older widow as she instructs the anatomy class.

Blood flow, large veins, nerves. It’s fascinating the way that the human body works. Out of all the things that Natasha learns, she finds this the most interesting.

The Red Room teaches them these things for the use of information extraction, for field medicine and to show them that they are not immortal.

Even though they think that they are.

They’re drilled daily, and it becomes Natasha’s favourite.

The older widow seems to see it, her love of learning and how she absorbs the information.

After class, she asks the Widow to teach her about cranial nerves, how they can bring pain. How it can impact on thinking.

The widow pauses and takes Natasha’s hand.

Touch is always a strange sensation.

She craves it and strays away from it.

This time, the touch is insistent.

The words are said urgently, whispered as though a secret in shame.

“Cruelty is easy, Natasha. You are not special for choosing it. Kindness, grace and patience, sometimes those are things that matter more in the moment.”

Abruptly, she lets her hand go, and stands.

“We will learn more on the cranial nerves over the next week.”

She hands Natasha a book.

“Read this. And write me a essay on how you would provide the field medicine in case study, 600 words by tomorrow.”

The book is heavy, but it’s the words that were spoken in secret that run in repetition in Natasha’s head.

‘Cruelty is easy.”

She wonders if it’s a challenge, if she’s suppose to learn to extract information in other ways. Through words rather than pain.

She walks out of the room, wondering just how that would work.

.

3/

Georgia stares at Natasha.

“So what, like the whores of Odessa, you want to go in me what? Ask them for the information?”

Natasha feels the fear flow through her.

She stands straighter, hardens her face and nods.

“They’re going to invite us in graciously. They’re going to tell us everything we want to know and we’ll be done in less than 2 hours.”

She pauses.

“Unless you want to follow the mission parameter, take the man and his daughter and torture them both to see who breaks first.”

She knows Georgia is not smart enough to understand what she is going for. That she can show them that she can do things in a creative way.

She doesn’t like torture. It’s messy and gives her a feeling in her gut that doesn’t go away for days. The images replay in her mind.

But she can’t tell anyone that.

Georgia shrugs.

“Okay. But if we die for this Natalia, I’m going to kill your in the afterlife.”

Natasha bristles at the nickname and passes an easy smile.

“I’ll get the blame, just follow my lead, okay?”

Natasha stands, folds money in her hand and smiles.

The door knock is met with a crack of an opening and a girl, no older than twelve peeks around the corner.

“Hello?”

“Hi hun, I’m Irina and this is Svetlana, we are here to see your mum, is she home?”

The girls eyes widen, and sadness fills them.

“Um. No, she’s not.”

Natasha knows well that the woman is dead.

“Oh, okay, can you leave a message for us?”

The door opens wider.

The girl more trusting now.

“My dadda’s home,” she starts, “I can get him, if you want?”

Natasha smiles, “oh sure, that would be great.”

The girl leaves them standing at the door and Georgia moves nervously from foot to foot.

“Are you sure about this, Natalia?”

Natasha reaches behind her and squeezes her hand in reassurance.

“Hello?”

The bearded man appears, his face drawn and tired.

“Hello!” Natasha says brightly.

“Alina gave us this address when we last met up, she said to come visit if ever we were in Vladivostok.”

The man frowns.

“We went to school together.”

Natasha is betting hard that the man will remember his wife’s ramblings of her childhood friends, but not their faces.

“Oh,” he nods.

“Irina and Svetlana,” the girl says, helpfully, as though she knows.

“Oh,” the man says again.

“She’s dead.”

The words are heavy and the girl retreats behind her father as if the words won’t find her there.

Natasha schools her face into one of grief, like the woman wasn’t killed at the hands of the KGB in partnership of the Red Room.

“Oh,” she echos, “how? When?”

The man opens the door wider, and invites them in.

The follow the couple into the kitchen, where the girl starts to make some tea, taking the role that her mother must have left.

The man sits, offering chairs to the Widows as they’re offered tea.

“It is perhaps a long story,” he opens, looking to his daughter.

Natasha is quick.

“And I want no pain in reopening a wound.”

She pauses.

“She was my friend. She was kind and honest and dear to us.”

She sighs dramatically, and rests her head in her hands, Georgia taking the cue to offer comfort.

“Is there anything we can do?”

The girl sets down the tea, and they wrap their hands around it.

She looks small amongst the big table, and squeaks a response.

“What was my mother like when she was young?”

Natasha lies with the truth.

The words woven and soon the man is drunk.

The little girl tired and secrets spilled without his knowledge.

They help the girl put her father to bed, and she gratefully thanks them, offering them her meagre stash of lollies.

Natasha declines, but Georgia takes four, then closes the girl’s hand around the rest.

“Thank you,” the little girl says, spontaneously hugging them both.

They hug her back, and leave the way they came, no one worse for the meeting.

“That was more exhausting, Nat.”

Georgia tells her, getting into their car.

“But no bad dreams,” Natasha sighs, leaning back.

Georgia snorts.

“No, no bad dreams.”

The getaway is smooth and smell of sweets emanate.

“Do you think they’ll punish us for going off mission?”

Natasha shakes her head.

“Given the information we just gathered, and the relationships we made, no, I don’t think they will.”

“You tell them then.”

“Mm,” Natasha nods, non committal to the instruction.

“Why?”

Georgia hands over two hard lollies and Natasha takes them both, wrapping them and revelling in the sweetness.

“Cruelty is easy, we aren’t special for choosing it.”

Georgia doesn’t say anything but seems to ruminate on her words.

“Where’d you learn that?”

“Madam Simzar,” Natasha chooses to disclose.

Georgia smiles.

“I miss her.”

Natasha ducks her head, unable to keep the pain off her face.

“Me too.”

.

4/

Natasha exits Fury’s office.

Making a bee line for the door, she brushes quickly past Clint and disappears.

Clearly not good news then.

He follows her to find her gone, disappeared in a matter of seconds.

He wonders where she could have gone, and walks quickly to the library hoping to catch a glimpse of her hair.

She’s not there, and she doesn’t appear to be anywhere. He swears under his breath before returning back to Fury’s office, hoping for some insight into what made her run.

He thought they might have been passed this, but, he supposes, Natasha’s go to self preservation will always be to hide her feelings, conceal her grief, hurt and sadness.

He feels that’s what this is, judging the way she wouldn’t even make eye contact as she brushed past.

“What happened?”

He’s not usually so abrupt with his boss, but he needs to know whether in this moment, Natasha needs help.

No time for pleasantries.

“A widow Natasha defected, overdosed.”

Fury’s words are flat.

The pictures he passes over shows the graphic image of a woman overdosed.

Clint feels sick.

The could be Natasha.

He knows at once where she’s gone, and leaves the room without another word.

.

The park is quiet.

Big dark clouds ruminate overhead, and he wraps his jacket around himself tighter against the cold.

The playground is dead, just as he assumed it would be, the children home and getting ready for night time routines.

He’s glad.

They used to come here and swing on the swings when Natasha needed to get away from herself. The rocking motion seemingly soothing.

Clint finds her exactly where he expects to.

The swing next to her inviting for him as he sits down and says nothing.

They stay in stasis, swinging slowly.

“Her name was Georgia.”

Natasha rests her head on the swing lengths, and swallows.

She wants to tell him about her, but the grief is too much. A tear slips out, and she hastily wipes it away.

“Cruelty to yourself is easy, Clint,” she says tiredly.

Clint looks at her, really looks and notices the slip of blood in her hand, clutching the small pairing knife.

“I’m not special for choosing it,” the words said in a whisper.

She hands him the knife, unwrapping her hand from around it.

“It’s harder to be kind.”

He pauses, the knife gone as soon as he touches it.

“I’ve heard you say it before.”

He didn’t feel how dangerous losing a widow might be for her. Certainly didn’t expect the knife.

He wants to know how safe she is, how she won’t be the dead girl, overdosed.

“Is it a reminder?”

She looks at him, shrugs, nods.

“Cruelty is easy,” she whispers.

Natasha pauses at the statement, aware she’s just repeating herself, the words though; they seem important.

The mission they went on, replaying in her mind, with Georgia smiling in the car.

“Georgia was a friend,” she looks to Clint. “One of a select few, and her passing feels personal.”

“She was a widow?”

Clint knows but asks anyway.

“Yes.”

Natasha starts swinging, slow movements, dragging her feet on the ground.

“Was she…”

Clint doesn’t really know what he’s asking.

“Free?”

She finishes the thought anyway.

“Yes. No. Are any of us ever free of that place?”

Clint doesn’t know how to answer.

“Drugs.”

Natasha pauses.

“She wasn’t kind to herself.”

“She felt the need to be cruel.”

Clint starts swinging too, feeling the heaviness of the night pressing down. He wonders just how much and how close Natasha was to this girl when they were young.

“To herself?” he wonders.

“Yes.”

She’s hastily wipes at her face again.

“But you aren’t.”

He says it as a statement and hopes that it’s true.

“Sometimes I am.”

Natasha pauses. Thinks.

“I beat myself up with my thoughts. But I’m better at recognising it. Stopping it when it comes.”

The introspection is not lost on Clint. It’s taken years for them both to realize when their thinking patterns have not been… optimal.

“She was not.”

He cringes at the past tense, the death fresh.

“No.”

She drags her feet.

“She was not.”

Clint’s not really sure what to say. He wants to hug her but knows it’s not appropriate.

“I’m sorry she let you down,” he opts for, pushing back and forward on his toes.

Natasha shrugs, slowing her movements.

“She didn’t let me down, her actions have nothing to do with me.”

There’s a pause, as Clint is at a loss for words, not used to Natasha’s nonchalance at the death of her friend, or wonders if she’s just masking her grief.

“It’s a reminder,” she continues.

“I choose to be kind.”

She says it with a strength, even as her voice wobbles.

“Cruelty is easy, to others, to yourself.”

Clint nods, pushes off a little more heavily.

“Yeah. It is,” he agrees.

He slows with his feet and then repeats the process.

“You are kind, Natasha,” he tells her.

But it’s met with silence as night covers them in darkness.

.

[melancholia00]

Dude I think you're onto something about Mizrak being a former Maltese slave in that period and possibly being coerced into shady circumstances by other people. That might explain why he calls regular people the "godless mob" and jumps into the conclusion that Olrox turned his previous lover into a vampire without his permission. He makes a lot of these "bad faith" assumptions about other individuals in general that seems to come from somewhere.

👁️👁️ so you see the dirty thing about Malta during the Hospitaller rule and had sold a lot of galley slaves to the Order like other Christian countries. Commerce raids or maritime warfare were used to sink down ships and attack other merchants or do raids to other parts of the world like in North Africa, Africa, the Middle East or any parts of the world and enslaved people and sold them. So Malta was a Christian hub for slavery and the order made so much money out of the backs of slavery before it was abolished in 1798!

This also ties to Mizrak’s past and origin and it fits so seamlessly with the Order buying galley slaves, especially Muslim slaves.

This looks EXTREMELY reminiscent of how trading galley slaves looks like in the docks of Malta and the Order looks like they have done it before and Mizrak isn’t a stranger to it either. From using human corpses to make Night Creatures is just another form of slavery.

Mizrak having been a slave and based on his name of being of Turkish origin and was formally Muslim before he converted. All he had was his faith to hold him through the hardships.

The world had abandoned Mizrak. Probably had been a child that had nothing and everything was taken from him when he arrived in the shores of Malta.

Olrox read Mizrak pretty quickly! Asking if the world had abandoned Mizrak and look at his face! 👀

Mizrak’s eyes soften speaking to Olrox silently that “yes, the world had abandoned me.” Mizrak has a tough exterior and Olrox read him instantly and probably for the first time in awhile Mizrak was able to let his guard down just a little.

Now for the most unsavory part. Not only Mizrak had been enslaved but had been forced into prostitution.

I don’t think Olrox paid him for his service here

Okay so hear me out!

During the 17th-18th century there was a lot of prostitution and same-sex activity was forbidden but there was surprisingly a lot going behind the scenes. There were hundreds of males involved in same-sex prostitution and heavily discriminated against and punished heavily and being publicly burned in the town square as punishment.

Mizrak is very closed off ignoring the attempts Olrox trying to seduce him back in bed. Mizrak is used to it this was just another act of service and Olrox for him seems to just another client in his head. There is no cuddling after intimacy in his line of duty or he’s not used to after one cuddling. Mizrak just looks vacant during the whole encounter and quickly leaves not wanting to let his guard down.

>>>However don’t take this as the actual canon source this is just me speculating<<<

Mizrak in his line of work and having been enslaved thinks people always have bad intentions and the world is corrupt in a sense that it needs a natural order to fall in. He’s been used, enslaved, and abandoned. The world is in chaos and if it takes for a vampiric cat goddess to set the world straight than so be it. Mizrak put all his trust into The Abbot and in almost every scene he’s in he’s always right the Abbot’s side. He trusts the Abbot, he has to.

The Abbot probably had saved Mizrak out of his situation and which is why he’s so indebted to him. Why I am tying the Abbot with Mizrak and prostitution is because The Abbot is inspired by the real life figure Emmanuel de Rohan-Polduc and the grand master of the order of Saint John who barred foreign prostitution. The writers are Brilliant because this was no accident and the two have the same name.

The Abbot had barred foreign prostitution and got Mizrak out of that life and became part of the order of Saint John! It fits so seamlessly well!

Mizrak is the Abbot’s right hand man sticking by his side because he thinks the “godless mob” will lead to corruption along with the revolution and lead to chaos. Mizrak found safety in God when he joined the Order and wants to save everyone from themselves.

Mizrak knows he’s surrounded by evil and has been used so many times in his pervious line of work and probably seen the worst in people. He’s very cautious about Olrox especially when he jumped into conclusions that he turned his lover into a vampire even if it’s not what Olrox said. Either Mizrak is really good at reading people and their intentions or it’s the writers mistake not including a small tidbit of dialogue.

He probably assumes Olrox is selfish and all vampires are all selfish. He already been around vampires before and even though he's working with blood sucking aristocrats and this is for the natural order he's still disgusted by them.

Vampires use humans as playthings from a food source or for sex. Mizrak seeing how vampires use and abuse humans and treat them nothing but toys. Vampires have a very low regard towards humans and see their lifes as meager and valueless as mayflies. Humans in the chateau where we see them are either dead or being fed on so Mizrak seen what the vampires are doing to them and with his own eyes how can he assume that Olrox is any different?

When Olrox says he turned his lover into a vampire he was pissed and asked if this was consensual. Thats also a red herring and it can be intreped that Mizrak is used to people doing things onto him that weren't conensual...

In his mind Mizrak thought Olrox was using his partner and turned him against his will. Of course Mizrak doesn't know Olrox but he knows vampires and sees how they treat humans but he's never met a vampire from the new world before so what I can gather theres gonna be a clash of Old world vampires vs New world vampires. Old world vampires are pompous and hedonistic, and theres Olrox who is a New World vampire and the exception. I'm gonna make another post of New World vs Old World vampires really soon!

In conclusion Mizrak has a chip on his shoulder. He'd seen so much and suffered so much and see how vampires treat humans. Mizrak the world abandoned him and all he has is his faith to cling to!

[magicfootballstuff]

Turbulence (ona batlle x reader)

Summary: Ona is there to help you with your fear of flying on the way to United’s training camp in Malta.

———

“Science is mental, isn’t it?” you overhear Ella saying to Alessia in the row behind you, as the rest of the Manchester United team boards the plane ready to fly to Malta for a week-long training camp before the second half of the season resumes. “A tiny metal box that flies thousands of metres in the air. We could literally drop from the sky at any moment, except we don’t.“

It’s the kind of profound yet idiotic statement you’ve come to expect from Ella but instead of laughing at her crazy thought processes like you usually would, her words have all the hairs on your body standing to attention. You hate flying, not that any of your teammates know this. As an international footballer it’s unfortunately part of the job, but over years of travel you’ve developed coping mechanisms and even gone to therapy to try to reduce the terror you feel every time you set foot on a plane.

All that hard work is pointless as soon as you hear Ella’s reminder of how easy it would be for the plane to go down with you onboard.

“Is this seat free?” Ona asks, standing in the aisle and gesturing to the space next to you.

Still gripped with fear, you can’t form words, but nod. Ona stows her backpack in the overhead compartment and drops into the seat beside yours.

“Can you imagine being a pilot though?” Ella continues talking behind you. “Like if I make a mistake at my job, we might lose some points and I get a bollocking off Marc. But if a pilot messes up … boom! People die.”

You grip the armrests on either side of you and try to focus on the breathing techniques your therapist taught you to calm your nerves before a flight. But as hard as you try, you can’t block out Ella’s voice as she continues talking about plane crashes.

“Are you okay?” Ona asks. “You’re a bit pale.”

You want to make a joke about how not everybody gets to spend their winter break topping up their tan in the Spanish sun, but the only word you manage to choke out is, “Fine.”

Ona can tell you’re anything but fine. She frowns at you in concern and then, as Ella moves on to recount some YouTube video she saw about a plane that went missing and was found on the ocean floor months later, Ona pieces it all together and says, “Oh.”

Without you needing to say anything else, Ona extends her neck and peers over the seats into the row behind.

“Tooney,” she warns Ella.

“What?”

“Can you save this conversation for after the plane lands?”

“You scared of flying, Ona?” Ella teases her.

Ona glances across at you, then spares you the embarrassment by saying, “Well if I wasn’t before then I might be now you said all that.”

“You know,” Alessia pipes up, “I read something on Twitter the other day that says you’re actually more likely to die in a road accident on the way to the airport than in a plane crash.”

As the last few people board the plane and find their seats, Ona settles into her own seat again and reaches for your hand.

“I’ve got you,” she reassures you, her voice low enough that nobody else can hear. “Whatever you need.”

“Thanks, Ona.”

“No, seriously,” she insists. “You need me to distract you through the take off? Or want to sleep on my shoulder during the flight? I’m here for that, okay? And just squeeze my hand if you’re scared. Like this.”

Ona demonstrates, squeezing your fingers as she gives you a smile that’s full of warmth.

“I’ve got you,” she says again.

You’re still scared of flying, still scared that your life is in the hands of the pilot sitting in the cockpit at the front of the plane, but with Ona sitting beside you and her hand in yours, the fear is lessened, hidden under a blanket of reassurance that her hand holding yours provides.