#carlos is CONSTANTLY going through it lmao

[widevibratobitch]

You know I just have to. Philip and Rodrigo AND Carlos for the bingo

see this was actually a little tricky cause i didnt wanna be too repetitive but lets see

philip

rodrigo

carlos

[halsteadlover]

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

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• Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: Lando always has a hard time trying to keep his hands off you, not even while attending an important event.

• Warnings: dirty talking, lots of swearing, oral sex (m. receiving), semi public sex.

• Word count: 2453.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. This was supposed to be like a 700 words piece but I’m incapable to write short fics but y’all know this by now lmao. I hope you like this piece, I was inspired to write for Lando so here it is. Please comment, like and reblog, it’d be amazing ❤️ Thank you for your support xx

You were going crazy.

His hand continued to caress your exposed thighs beneath the table, his expert fingers drawing imaginary circles on your hot skin.

They went up along your inner thigh, until they almost caressed your private parts, but before touching you as you desired, his fingers descended back down, leaving you even more irritated and lustful than before.

Asshole.

“God I want you so much baby, you have no idea how much I want to tear this dress off of you,” he whispered in your ear so sensually it made your insides explode, causing a rush of shivers down your spine and made you clench your legs.

“I can’t stop thinking about how wet you must be right now, how easily you’d suck my dick in your sweet little cunt. I’m so hard just thinking about it.” He gave a cast kiss on your flushed cheek, making you choke on the champagne you were drinking and gaining weird and worried looks from the people around the table.

Holy fuck.

You were in fact at the annual FIA gala, the event swarming with famous people, all the drivers with their respective partners but even so Lando didn’t seem to care less.

He was only focused on you, forgetting his surroundings.

He needed to touch you, always, constantly. He needed to feel you, to always have a hand on your body.

And how could anyone blame him?

Lando couldn’t normally keep his hormones at bay but seeing you in that damn dress with that slit, he could barely function and take his eyes off of you. He pretended to have a conversation with Carlos, but in reality he wasn’t listening to a single word his teammate was saying, being too focused on keeping his hard dick at bay.

He tried to hold back the smirk that threatened to appear on his face when you squeezed your thighs together, trapping his hand between them and preventing him from moving it.

“Babe you okay?” He murmured in your ear at one point, turning his attention towards you. He always had that damn smile on his face, that smirk so damn sexy you wanted nothing more than to get on your knees under the table and not care about anything else.

“Lando, you’re driving me crazy. Stop it,” you retorted through gritted teeth, in a low voice so that no one at the table would hear what you were talking about with your boyfriend.

Lando chuckled and removed the hand he had on your thigh and caressed your face with it, then resting it on your partially bare back. “But I’m not doing anything princess.”

“Oh you know damn well what you’re doing and you have to stop,” you repeated, but in the meantime feeling your cheeks burning and the heat running through your body.

Had the temperatures suddenly risen?

Or were you just horny?

Probably the second option.

“I can’t help it princess, you look so fucking hot in this dress,” he whispered, making you smile and your pussy clench at the same time.

And the fact he looked so damn sexy in that suit, so good you just wanted to rip his clothes with your teeth didn’t help make things particularly easy. If Lando struggled not to constantly touch you, you weren’t so different. You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t resist him even if you tried and it certainly wasn’t your fault.

It was his fault sex oozed from every single fucking pore of his body.

“I’m already hard as rock right now, you’re not helping if you keep looking at me like that.” His voice caught your attention again, not realizing you were mesmerized by looking at him and running your hungry eyes over his body.

“I’m not looking at you in any way baby, you just look very, very handsome in this outfit.” You seductively battled your lashes. You printed a kiss on his cheek, making your lips slight caress his earlobe. “And very, very fuckable.”

“Fucking hell,” he breathed out, about to combust.

You then placed a hand on his cheek, eagerly wanting to have some physical contact with him It didn’t matter if it was an arm, a hand, or his face, you needed to touch him. His skin was particularly hot and the way his pupils were dilated told you to everything you needed to know.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he admonished you, even though he didn’t want you to stop at all, he just wanted to avoid fucking you on that table in front of everyone.

“Too bad baby, two can play this game.” The little smirk on your painted lips made his legs go numb and it was enough for you to give him a small kiss on the lips, innocent and apparently chaste, to make him completely lose his mind.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you right here and now.” He wet his lips with his tongue, alternating his gaze between your eyes and mouth.

You nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe I do want you to fuck me right here and now.”

This marked the breaking point for Lando, who at that point lost all judgment and didn’t care that the awards ceremony was about to begin.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” Was all he said before getting up and walking away without even giving you time to respond. You tried to suppress a giggle, every cell in your body twitching in anticipation.

“Woah where is Lando going so fast?” Carlos had asked, turning to you with a confused expression.

“In the bathroom, I think all the water he drank is having an effect,” you replied, meanwhile thinking of an excuse to get up from the table too.

“I’m going to get something to drink.” It was the first thing that crossed your mind, not caring about the confused looks of the others at the table.

“How much you wanna bet they’re gonna fuck in the bathroom?” Daniel announced, sparking laughter from everyone on the table. “God those two go on like rabbits, it’s embarrassing.”

But there was nothing closer to the truth than what Daniel said. You and Lando wanted each other a lot, it was no secret, and your sex life was more than active and intense.

That’s why, you found yourself pressed against the men’s bathroom sink, the door locked and Lando’ body pressed against yours as the two of you kissed with hunger and passion.

His hands, now resting on your cheeks, began to wander down your body, squeezing your breasts, your hips, his fingers pressed deep into your skin.

“Fuck I want you so bad baby,” you murmured as you broke away to take a breath. But he didn’t leave you any respite, his lips had started licking and nibbling your neck, in that precise point where he knew it drove you crazy.

“Shit,” he hissed through his teeth as you began palming the crotch of his pants, feeling him rock hard under your hand.

“Already so hard for me huh?” You whispered sensually, sighing as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down enough to release his dick.

“Darling I’ve been hard for you since I saw you in this damn dress.” He cupped his hands over your breasts, squeezing and groping them over your dress, making you sigh. He slipped the straps of your dress revealing and you felt him twitch in your hand as you jerked him off, his eyes looking at you with hunger and desperation. “I’m always so hard for you. God you’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck yes…” He moaned loudly and you covered his mouth with your free hand.

“Shh you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you my love?”.

He slightly shook his head, feeling like he was already at his limit just from the way you were looking at him. You removed your hand and he placed his on your face, looking straight into your eyes as your hand continued to move up and down on his dick.

“That’s my good boy.”

He almost came from that sentence alone.

His thumb traced the outline of your lips with which you wasted no time and wrapped them around his digit, always keeping your eyes on him. His gaze was fixed on your lips, the way your cheeks hollowed out to suck on his thumb and you knew where his mind was wandering.

He almost had a heart attack when he saw you kneel in front of him, a smile printed on your lips now devoid of any trace of lipstick and lip gloss.

A loud moan escaped his lips when you stuck your tongue out and traced a long line along his shaft, starting from the base up to the tip where you paused for a few moments while you tasted the saltiness of the precum.

“Shit…” He panted like he was running a marathon, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh you mean like you did all night?” I retorted with sassy.

“Please baby, please… I need this pretty little mouth…” He begged you, stroking your no longer styled hair with one hand. “I need to fuck this mouth so bad…”

“You look so cute when you beg so desperately for me darling.” You took his dick completely into your mouth, leaving him no room for response and completely taking the air and breath out of his lungs.

He threw his head back, trying to concentrate on not letting himself get too loud since you were still in a public bathroom. But it was hard, so damn hard when your mouth took him so perfectly, when your lips kept sliding back and forth, up and down on his hard dick.

“Shit, shit, fuck yes keep going… Oh yes just like that…” he groaned, gripping your hair in a fist and intensifying the movements of his hips. His tip kept hitting deep into your throat, making you gag and almost choke on it, your eyes watering.

“So pretty… My girl is so fucking pretty while she is on her knees taking me in her mouth so damn well…”

You continued to squeeze your legs with desire, hoping in some way to relieve the tension and desire that made you clench your pussy. Your eyes never left his face, thoroughly enjoying that feeling of being able to make him lose his mind in that way.

You felt immense enjoyment, a rush of euphoria flowed through your veins seeing his face contracted in pleasure, hearing those moans, sighs and pants that only you could give him, and even if he was fucking your mouth without mercy you could’ve even choked to death and you would’ve been the happiest woman in the world.

One of your hands was resting on his hairy bare thigh, your nails pressed into his skin while the other encircled the base of his dick, helping where your mouth couldn’t reach.

“Fuck baby your mouth feels like heaven… Oh my god…” he gasped. “You drive me crazy.”

Suddenly the sound of someone banging on the door startled both of you. You took advantage of that moment to catch your breath, but continued to slide your hand up and down his cock wet with your saliva.

“O-occupied!” Lando exclaimed, swallowing a groan and trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible while his eyes were fixed on you.

God you were so beautiful.

“Hurry up!” The voice replied from the other side of the door and you both breathed a sigh of relief when you heard footsteps walking away. You let out a laugh, but it was interrupted when you started licking his wet dick again, wrapping your lips around his particularly red and sensitive tip and focusing on it as you continued to pleasure him with your hand.

Lando swore he saw stars for a moment, letting out a particularly loud moan and feeling like he was going to explode at any moment. “Oh fuck yeah princess just like that…”

Without leaving you any escape, Lando pushed himself into your mouth again, keeping his grip on your hair, using you as if you were his own doll.

But you didn’t care, on the contrary, you loved the way he used you and always did what he wanted with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he groaned, moving his hips and making you gag on his dick again, too carried away by the pleasure and euphoria to be able to think clearly. You levered yourself on his thigh, your nails pressed so hard into his skin you feared for a moment you’d leave any permanent mark “Ah shit… I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming… Fuuuck.”

With one final forceful thrust, his hot, salty cum filled your mouth and you wasted no time swallowing it, not particularly enjoying the taste.

“Holy shit I think I’m gonna die,” he sighed in ecstasy, his mouth half open as he tried to catch his breath.

You giggled and started to get up when you felt his hands on your hips helping you to your feet and before you could do anything he kissed you, tasting himself on your lips. You immediately deepened the kiss, circling his neck and threading your hands into his hair, not being able to resist for a minute longer.

“You’re so fucking beautiful love, what do I have to do with you? You make me lose my mind,” he whispered against your lips, then losing himself for a moment looking at you. It wasn’t an exaggeration but you were truly breathtaking. Especially in that moment with your lips swollen due to the amazing blowjob you had just given him, your cheeks red and lined with mascara running from your eyes. God, he couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside you.

“For starters you could fuck me properly Mr Norris.”

He chuckled and you let out a disappointed sigh when he slightly pulled away from you, immediately feeling an empty, cold feeling inside you. He cleaned himself before putting his pants and underwear back on.

“How are you feeling my love? Was I too rough?” He then asked, cupping his hands over your face and removing the traces of mascara with his thumbs as best he could.

You shook your head. “Oh God no baby, it was amazing. You know I love it when you’re rough.”

He gave you a kiss on the lips, so sweet and in contrast to the words he was about to say. “Good baby because now we’re going home and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for the next few days.”

And man, had he kept his promise.

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[more-mara]

Annnnnnd Babe now we’re going to need younger Carlos and older Oscar doing nastyyyyyy 😹 but just thinking abt it tho the way older Carlos says older Osc is so demanding these days imagine they just done third round and older Oscar hands creep up again and young Carlos is like (insert confused Carlos pic) ??????? didn’t know F1’s ice man is this insatiable?

Older Oscar truly is, for lack of a better descriptor, a sex demon. Genuinely insatiable and poor Carlos simply can’t keep up with him (both 2024 Carlos and older Carlos).

NSFW BELOW

Younger Carlos being shocked that Oscar is constantly demanding to ride him, manhandling him into the position he wants, coaching Carlos through how he likes to be fucked and basically just doing all the work (which he’s not used to because younger Oscar is a bit of a pillow princess who just wants Carlos to take control).

Vs older Carlos and his back problems struggling to give Oscar what he wants. Oscar who is always wanting to go at it for hours on end, coming more time than either of them can count but older Carlos physically cannot do that anymore and even one orgasm takes it out of him. Oscar sometimes jokes that Carlos has aged twice as quickly because despite there only being like 6 years between them, Carlos is the only one who is properly suffering from the consequences of aging.

Older Oscar loves having sex again the morning after, when he’s still aching and open from the night before but Older Carlos needs at least an hour after waking up for his body to even realise he’s awake so Oscar usually just slips Carlos’ cock inside himself and grinds against it until Carlos eventually starts bucking into him when his body decides it’s ready to work properly again.

I’m getting carried away lmao

[leqclerc]

The entire picture around sainz amazes me. Like how you're going to rate him so high, how you're going to compare him against charles when he has one good race every 8 f1 weekends, how you going to call him better than Hamilton, how you going to say he's the best driver on the grid after max and then turn around and ask "is carlos sainz underrated"

Exactly. It's so funny imo for the media to be like "is CS underrated?" and make his ex/current teammate answer that question (which, like, wtf else are they going to say, they're hardly going to start beef in a press conference with him sitting right there lmao.) If anything he's overrated. As you said, he can be completely anonymous for multiple races in a row but one good weekend and he's suddenly better than Charles and basically on par with Max and should get the Red Bull seat. Not to mention Ferrari must be regretting "getting rid of the wrong driver." Okay? 🤨

Even at his lowest I think he gets a lot of grace. Outside the pool of British drivers he's basically the British pundit/journos golden child; the likes of Lawrence Barretto and Damon Hill consistently prop him up and add to this narrative of him being the "worthier" Ferrari driver, the faster one, the one with more prowess and exemplary leadership skills. Also the "consummate professional and dedicated team player." Yeah, until he starts binning planned strategies or impeding his teammate. 😑

The disappointing thing is, this is and will likely continue to be the mainstream narrative as long as these weekends happen. It's something I've noticed among "casuals" as well — unless you are deeply invested in the Ferrari ecosystem and constantly and closely following the developments, the interviews, the drivers' team radios, etc, the perception is basically: Even when Charles qualifies on pole he loses out to Max, sometimes even in the early laps of the race, and then can't manage to regain the lead, ergo he is ineffective; Carlos, meanwhile, "gets the job done" and, well, wins, ergo he is effective, Ferrari's sole hero, etc.

Obviously there's lots of factors that influence a race weekend or result. Hell, things might have looked different if Ferrari hadn't implemented team orders pretty much as soon as Max was out of the picture. We know this. But a lot of people don't, either through plain ignorance, or because they willingly dismiss the context in favour of the face value results, and the face value results say Carlos is the only non-RB race winner in the past year. And unfortunately the only way for this narrative to change is for Charles to, well, win. (I know we're only three races in and by all accounts Ferrari seem better equipped to challenge Red Bull this year than last year, so he may get a few opportunities to do so, but yeah. Carlos has been undoubtedly very lucky to always be in the right place at the right time to take advantage of the rare Red Bull mishap, and Charles needs to make sure he's putting himself in that position too, especially if the car is struggling in dirty air. Figures that the one time he broke his front row streak Max would have reliability issues 😭)

Also imo the hype is magnified by the fact that he's the someone other than Max that people desperately want to see winning. So much so that the "how" doesn't even matter anymore. The race was objectively boring but a lot of people are hyping it up and artificially bumping up the enjoyment meter just because the end result was a non-Max win. So he's got that on his side as well. But for me, I think how the race is won matters as well. Both times he took advantage of Max/Red Bull having a rare off day. Which, fine, this sport is about luck and capitalizing on these opportunities when they present themselves, I get that. But the real breakthrough will come when Ferrari is able to keep up with and beat Red Bull in the race on merit, not because they just got lucky. The closest we got to that so far is Vegas. If they can do that this year then we can start saying that Red Bull's got serious competition. Making thinkpieces out of hypotheticals because Max had a debilitating, race-ending issue with his car is not it.

[vacantgodling]

❄, 🔥, 🌈, and ☀️ for the ask game !!!

thank you henrike i hope ur doing well 💛

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

ough since i’m writing paramour ig i’ll answer for that wip and it’s basically just the actual lengthy overly flowery and descriptive prose has actually been so much fun for me. i should write all my wips like this (i can’t bc it doesn’t fit the vibe of every story so i won’t but ough i love it)

❄️ Snow - Who is your coldest / most stoic character and how do they express themselves (if at all)?

i very much enjoy making stoic characters so i do have several of different varieties. the MOST stoic characters would probably be

jenna magboo (jenna the reaper): because she has flat affect and she has no intonation in her voice whatsoever (until yehna partially possesses her). she usually expresses herself through her actions and she’s very physically affectionate with people she likes. her and carlos hold hands and cuddle quite often and she tends to cling onto people’s clothing as a means of showing care.

rosmarin “red” (red death & the oracle’s favor): our lovely mc who has severe trauma and thus has an extremely difficult time expressing her emotions. she doesn’t tend to show her feelings because showing emotions makes her have physical panic attacks. she does grow a bit better at expressing them through getting closer to hel but she’ll always probably be awkward.

kalifia fandel (tcol): she doesn’t express emotions mostly because being [redacted] she is not familiar with the range of emotions that terraneans feel or can express. she comes across as cold and heartless but she’s honestly very, very neutral about most things. the only thing she expresses any emotion towards for a long time is flowers. she likes them and presses them in notebooks. but other than that she has no interest in being palatable to others because that would impede her mission regardless.

tomb (the graves we dug): similarly to kalifia, tomb is a man bound by duty. being a bounty hunter, attachments get you killed or the other party killed and it’s better to simply detach yourself from all things. he thinks graves and dove are in their predicament because they both care too much. this being said, he isn’t completely cut off from his emotions. he’s just very good at repression and restraint. in another life (his youth) he used to be very expressive and still could be if he chose to. so it’s less that he can’t express care or himself, he just doesn’t.

🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

oh god i have a Lot of emotional characters but let’s see if i can narrow it down to my beacons of emotional range:

marco azarola etxebarria (vdtrt): he just has a zest and zeal and love of life, literal ray of sunshine who can draw virtually anyone into his orbit. probably the biggest extrovert of all the vlad protection squad (runner ups being awilda and darren respectively). he’s one of those who doesn’t let his circumstances damper his vibe. +weed helps LMAO.

piper fairwind & san dearborn (tcol): yeah these two but in opposite directions. piper is similar to marco except it’s somewhat more internal. she feels everything intensely as she’s only had herself to rely on for much of her life and in turn she had to become her own advocate, her own cheerleader, her own parent etc. it’s an attitude born out of necessity perhaps. for san it’s the opposite because she was constantly spurned and pushed to the side so she had to fight for what little respect she could get. because of that they tend to run hot tempered and take things that may just be jokes too seriously;;; especially when either of them are with each other emotions are WILD and all over. i just know someone out there is going to ship them and lemme just say, i understand.

thei (god eater): it’s a bit of a cheat to put him here but it’s true. being the last god eater, thei has access to the entire combined consciousness of the singularity within him; so thats hundreds of thousands of emotional ranges potentially at any given moment. he’s kind of like an extreme empath LMAO. he actually tends to be more stoic to try and regulate these intense emotions, however when they get the better of him and he cries, his emotions literally can destroy the entire world basically. it’s why it’s a good thing he has taj to help him bc tbh he was barely holding on before taj came into his life.

🌈 Rainbow - What do you think makes your story unique / stand out?

round this out with paramour again but tbh i feel like the entire premise and the style i’m going for is sort of a slight modernization of types of gothic adjacent stories we haven’t really seen in books the past some odd years. also the fact that it’s got an all black cast for the subject matter and themes is definitely different!

[chiliconsharls]

Sorry to add on to this but like... How is that not parasocial??? How do 55s go around and pretend that they know better than Carlos himself? That Carlos would either lie extensively at worst or straight up let himself get "constantly disrespected" by a peer?

Nobody is saying or arguing you have to like Charles or Charlos as a duo (and if we get into RPF delulu realm then lmao, it's all game. Literally. There's no 'ethically correct way' to engage with shipping, real ppl or otherwise) but when you act like WE are somehow contributing to a disrespect YOU perceive (and sometimes I do, too, im ngl. This hasn't been no bed of roses) that's when you've lost the plot, to me.

I believe Carlos can be diplomatic about certain situations, but I simply do not believe he's flat out deceitful when he says that him and Charles get along, that they respect each other, that Charles -in his eyes- is a good guy. Carlos has spoken extensively about the complexities of their work relationship, that has not been easy, but always highlighting their ability to work through their moments of tension. Why would I believe then that Charles is someone Carlos feels disrespected by? When he's shown and said that he genuinely likes Charles, while always making it clear that they are not friends?

They all tryna act like they know Charles and how he is with Carlos better than the man himself. Then WE are the psychotic.

Yeah and quite frankly there is a lot of Carlos fans bashing people for shipping/liking Charlos (because according to them it’s disrespectful to Carlos) 💀 Don’t get me wrong there is also some Charles fans who hate Charlos too but at least they don’t spend their entire time criticising people that ship them (at least at lot less to what I’ve seen compared to some Carlos fans, especially here on tumblr)

[onmyyan]

Hiii I would like to say I like your writing and everything you do please make sure to get lots of rest and drink lots of water also I like a Caspian a lot and would like to hear more about him but, I am also interested in Ricky as when you said he was the smartest out of the brothers can we get more head canons about him. What is he like? What type of darling does he like and what are his dislikes also can his s/o be a oil painter( a really good one at that) when you get the chance

Also sorry if this is really long thank you 😊

A/N: Sweet anon i love ya and i hope your staying well fed and rested!! I was hoping someone would ask about Ricky!!! If u can't tell I have a crush oh him (EDITED 12/16/22)

T/W'S: Yandere shenanigans, manipulation, Virgo man,

Richard 'Ricky' Delmont

Coming in at a whopping 6'3, this brooding bastard isn't the biggest of his siblings, but he is the most cunning.

He has ADHD, his brain is reaching conclusions and other viable options while everyone else is still processing the question.

He keeps his hair long, the red really shines through in the sun, the ends touched his lower back, his canines are sharper than most when he's deep in thought his tongue constantly flickered over them.

His birthmark looks like a crudely drawn smiley face, his family nickname is- you guessed it, 'Smiley.' I know, so creative, this gets used a lot more ironically now since he almost always looks irritated.

His face is usually twisted into this 'irate at it all look' but when he'd occasionally unclench and relax, he had the prettiest features.

His eyes are captivating in the same way cats are.

But when he gets blackout mad they go black like a shark, his pupil gets so blown that all the red in his iris disappears.

Smells like old books and has some stupid expensive cologne that smells like a guy no other way to describe it.

The Brooklyn is strong in this one, very much sounds like the "settle down" guy from TikTok.

Secretly soft, so secret even he doesn't realize it.

Obsessed with his Fathers approval, like its a problem LMAO

Super into anything creative, particularly music, he used it as a tool to both understand and be understood, all genes appealed to him. Still, secretly, pop was his favorite, the only people who know that are his Mother and his Darling.

Had a scene phase- don't ask him about it unless you want him to lock himself in his room and blast MCR for a few hours

Holds you so tenderly, it's never a quick thing with him, he just wraps himself around you like a security blanket.

He's their Fathers favorite and it's obvious, once he began to show initiative, Carlos, their Father, quickly took him under his wing, sure Gabe had the muscle to do the job right but Ricky had the brain.

In that favoritism he has a lot of pressure to succeed, sure he'd get a proud look or a pat on the back whenever he did, but that consuming fear of failure weighed on him heavily.

Was forced to grow up wayyy faster than he should have. This shows in the way he treats people and himself.

Love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time.

Has a sixth sense about shit, like he knows when something is about to go down and the best way to handle it.

Scarily good at reading people, and knows when someone is lying so don't bother.

His one nickname for you is 'Love', while simple, he thinks it's absolutely perfect for you, it's what you brought into his life.

Despite the hardass mask he had up 99% of the time, he was truly himself with you.

He can let down his walls in a way he was never fully able to with his family.

Cherishes you wholeheartedly, has several notebooks filled to the brim with anything and everything you.

Huge stalker

The kinda guy who is careful in every aspect of his life, especially when it came to you.

He stalked you for a full year before officially claiming you as his Darling. He had to be certain you were the one because he didn't like making mistakes.

At least that's what he tells himself, but between you and me he was building up the confidence to ask you out.

The first time you two 'meet', only one of you notices the other.

You'd been browsing the oil paints intensely, so focused you didn't notice the massive man thumbing through the section on your right but he sure noticed you.

The tender way you inspected each tube caught his eye, particularly the fact that you bothered to put everything back where it belonged, it showed a certain kindness he only ever saw in his Mother.

He lingers, not so close you'd catch on, and pretends to look something up on his phone, then subtly takes a picture of your card when you pull it out to pay. He watches you until you leave.

The second the bell of the door signals your departure he's gone, typing your full name into the search bar with such fever his fingers trembled. The jolt of excitement turned into a constant hum as he searched.

He enjoys gathering research, even more so when it involves you.

He finds your art accounts first and spends hours staring at each piece you've created like a historian. If you do commissions he'll immediately ask for something, anything, as long as it comes from you he wants it- no, he needs it.

Of course, he'd use an anonymous account of his, one of many, and the second you agree he's sent over the full amount with the small message "Take your time, whatever you come up with will blow me away- R."

It's the start of your relationship, even if you don't realize it yet. He commissions you as often as you'd allow, using it as a way to communicate his love.

"Phenomenal work. You never cease to amaze me, I'm forever grateful for the chance to experience such wonder."

The notes he left grew more and more poetic, to you he was a mysterious, eloquently spoken fan who was very passionate about Art, he was, of course, talking about you whenever he wrote.

Speaking of, if given the chance to start over, he'd be an author, or a songwriter, anything where he gets to tap into the darkness inside and create from it.

A huge cuddle bug.

It's the one action you can lure him away from work with.

He is a Virgo man so you know, run

Has a bad habit of not eating when he's in 'work' mode, something you'll have to look out for.

The kinda person who can burn water, for the love of everything good keep him away from the kitchen.

Tried to make you breakfast once and nearly poisoned you both.

He sees the way their father looks at Caspian and does everything he can to escape that fate, meaning this book-loving, metal beltin' sweetheart learned to hide himself to fit in.

He can DANCE but never does it around anyone but you or his mirror.

Insecure about his "softer" features, his persona was built around hiding those parts of himself, thankfully loving you began to uncover those hidden pieces of him, while it wouldn't happen overnight, the light he had shined bright whenever he'd let it.

Would cry cum and combust if you ever painted him, literally gets it framed and has a very serious debate with himself if it should go in his home office or his work one, it comes down to the idea of having a shit day at work and looking up to see the physical representation of your love for him, that seals the deal.

He shows his love with every action and every word.

Possessive of your time, if he's perfectly satisfied only having you in his life why wouldn't you feel the same??

Openly hates your friends, well not so open you'd notice and call him out, but open in a way that has your friends complaining about him, he works you so well that he has you thinking it's better to stay in than go out with your friends, and who is he to deny you?

While he'd never make you mad on purpose, he did get all tingly when you got pissed at someone else, your brows would furrow and your gaze would turn to ice, oh would you look at that he's hard now.

[carlosfruitsnacks]

*cracks knuckles* I'VE GOT A REQUEST

not a day goes by where I dont think about ur sixteen going on seventeen fic so pls i wanna see you how you do A Million Dreams with carlos x fem!reader childhood friends to lovers AAAAAAA😭😭😭❤️❤️

i love how u write dancing scenes from the last one so fucking much so if u can emphasize the dancing on the rooftop in the bridge part id be ascending to heaven please 💗💗 *screams loudly*

"a million dreams"

summary:

— You and Carlos shared a dream. Even if the world would try to tear you both apart you two would always find each other in the end. You and he were full of a million dreams for the world you and him are gonna make.

genre:

— songfic, aged-up & fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— i tried my best to write the dancing parts from the vid you sent on the reqs lmao, i hope you like it mimi <333

The wind across the horizon was loud, it made the tall grass dance. The waves upon the shining ocean constantly kissed the shore, and the sand looked golden under the setting sand. A young Carlos Madrigal finds himself tucking his knees to his chest, he had an awful feeling rising in his belly. He took his time alone to calm down until he hears soft footsteps approaching him, he doesn't turn around as he lets a girl sitting beside him. Carlos gently turns to her.

"How did you get out?"

"The window"

The girl softly replies to him. Carlos looks down at his worn-out shoes as she slowly shifts her head to him with a sad look on her face.

"Mi padre is sending me away to finish school. I don't know what will my future be"

She admits, downcast mixed with uncertainty. Carlos sighs and sends her a sympathetic glance, before he knew it a smile was grazing on his lips.

"I do, [Name]"

You look at him with mild bewilderment. You have been best friends with Carlos ever since his family began working with yours. You grew up in a wealthy family while he barely held on but somehow managed. Despite the differences, you liked each other. Carlos would subtly make you smile at moments that felt like hell, he'd take the punishment from your strict father for disrupting you during your home-schooling. At a young age, you realized how much Carlos means a lot to you, it was better that he felt the same. You found yourself not wanting to be separated from him.

"I close my eyes and I can see the world that's waiting up for me"

"That I call my own"

Carlos sings and deeply gazes into your eyes, you look back at him with the same intensity. He stands up and holds out his hand for you to take. He leads you away from the beach and into the woods.

"Through the dark, through the door"

"Through where no one's been before"

A giant gate infested with vines and flora was where Carlos took you. He begins to climb his way up the old gate, he extends his hand as you gently grab it and climb up next to him.

"But it feels like home"

You watched in surprise to see an old abandoned house in the distance; autumn trees surrounded the area and brought you comfort. Carlos grins and jumps over the gate, you gasped and followed along.

"They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy"

"They can say, they can say I've lost my mind"

Carlos lets you chase him up the decaying steps towards the house, you smiled and twirled around. He runs through a thick bush and disappears, you took a peek, and all of a sudden a hand goes through the bush. You giggled and took Carlos' hand and let him pull you into the bush.

"I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy"

"We can live in a world that we design"

He pulls you into the interior of the abandoned house, it was dark and clouded with dust. Everything was filled with long vines and plants but the place had a charming effect on you. 

"'Cause every night I lie in bed"

"The brightest colors fill my head"

Carlos smiles toothily at you, he sees you reciprocating it. He grabs your hand and twirls you around, adoring you every second.

"A million dreams are keeping me awake"

You and Carlos explore more inside the old house. He finds a pack of matches and lights one up, it reveals a funny statue in the shadows emitting a laugh from you. He laughs along louder.

"I think of what the world could be"

"A vision of the one I see"

"A million dreams is all it's gonna take"

Carlos lights up a lantern and you and he find a lot of nicknacks inside. Surely the place was almost collapsing but the way Carlos is grinning at you while pointing at everything he sees made the house appear so magical.

"Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make"

You watch him spin the lantern as the light flickers and created shadows. The old chandelier above looked like a spinning carousel and it makes your smile wider. Carlos gives you a childish look in his eye, a wonderful expression that made your knees melt. But suddenly, he blows the light out and the days went passing by.

"There's a house we can build"

"Every room inside is filled"

"With things from far away"

The time has arrived as your father looks at you, waiting for you to hop on the carriage on your way so far away from Carlos. You hold back your tears and climbed in as the carriage starts speeding. Carlos notices the carriage leaving and tries to catch up to you, dropping the items from his hands. He didn't expect you to leave so soon but there was nothing he can do to make your stay longer.

"The special things I compile"

"Each one there to make you smile"

"On a rainy day"

Tonight, Carlos stays all night under the light of a candle to compose a heartfelt letter for you. He carefully wrote each word and sealed it tight. The next day, he brings the fateful letter to the post office and soon enough the personal letter arrives in your hands. A soft smile graced your lips as you read the sweet words Carlos has written to you.

"They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy"

"They can say, they can say we've lost our minds"

"I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy"

"Runaway to a world that we design"

Unbeknownst to you, Carlos' life has come into a messy spiral. He pursues to leave his family and home. He was forced to roam the streets, hungry and pockets empty. He was urged to steal for food, oftentimes he gets beaten into smithereens for it. Carlos felt like he was losing it, he just wanted to see you again, to continue the dream you two shared. But as he lies against the dirty corner of the street filled with filth, a hand reaches him with an apple, and all of a sudden, he felt like he found it; the way back to you.

"Every night I lie in bed"

"The brightest colors fill my head"

"A million dreams are keeping me awake"

Years go by, and Carlos Madrigal has grown into a fine man. An unfaltering smile was present on his lips because he was holding the hand of the woman he has sought and dreamed of for his entire life, you. Through the window of the house you used to live in as a child, you see the love of your life approaching to come and pick you up. You hurriedly went down the stairs in your best dress and the biggest smile you can ever give. Carlos sees you through the open doors, your father nodded at him before looking at you, finally approving Carlos to go and take your hand. 

"I think of what the world could be"

"A vision of the one I see"

"A million dreams is all it's gonna take"

You're finally here with him, looking as radiant and beautiful as ever at this train station. You happily pull him by the hand, he leans back and enthusiastically twirls you into his arms. You two were planning to run away to another state. You danced with him under the moonlight, the smoke from the trains smothering you both together. Carlos interlocked his finger with yours and twirls you again gleefully, you giggle as he wrapped his hands at the back of your waist and gently picks you up to spin you around. His hand snakes around your waist as he carries your weight around, lifting you off of your feet, making you feel like flying and alive.

With one final spin, he lets you go. You come to face him and watch as he gets on one knee and skillfully brings out an engagement ring. Your halt and see the ring glimmering under the moonlight and before you knew it your eyes are wet as you nodded your head rapidly and scream yes. Carlos grins victoriously and slips the ring on your finger as he gifts you a long and tender kiss.

"Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make"

"However big, however small"

"Let me be part of it all"

"Share your dreams with me"

You lead Carlos to an apartment you found the other day, it wasn't much but it was a perfect start. You shoot him a hopeful smile and opened the window to let the sunlight in, you look back at him to see him give you a dreamful expression.

"You may be right, you may be wrong"

"But say that you'll bring me along"

"To the world you see"

"To the world I close my eyes to see"

"To the world I close my eyes to see"

"I close my eyes to see"

"I close my eyes to see"

Carlos takes one look at you and remembered the sacrifices he made just to keep you, it all paid out for him in the end because he's officially creating the dream he shared with you as children.

"Every night I lie in bed"

"The brightest colors fill my head"

It was true, he never went to sleep without dreaming about building a life with you. All the things he said through the letters he sent to you were promises he couldn't wait to fulfill.

"A million dreams are keeping me awake"

"A million dreams, a million dreams"

You kept every letter Carlos would send you when you were still away, each word he wrote was always there in your heart and now you're here beside him in this tiny apartment, a picnic under the setting sun through the window. It was all coming together, you're going to be with him forever.

"I think of what the world could be"

"I think of what the world could be"

"A vision of the one I see"

"A vision of the one I see"

Carlos takes you with him to the rooftop, singing in unison. The moon has arrived and is as big as ever. You laugh freely as he reaches for your hand, you chase him around the rooftop, the wind was strong that evening making the white sheets hang out to dry and dance around you two. This gives you both an idea.

"A million dreams is all it's gonna take"

"A million dreams is all it's gonna take"

You lean your back against his chest, you slowly began the dance with him in sync. You swiftly turn to face him with an enormous smile, Carlos easily grabs you by the waist and lifts you up into the air, and spins you around. Your dress wonderfully twirling around with you.

"A million dreams for the world we're gonna make"

"A million dreams for the world we're gonna make"

He drops you softly to the ground. You playfully ran away to hide under the flowing white sheets, Carlos grins and goes to find you. He takes his sweet time and fatefully leans back only to collide with you. He laughs as you lift off the sheet to reveal yourself, he feels his heart get full when he sees you give him that loving look. He doesn't resist as he took your hand and pulls you to him. 

You squeal as he throws it in the air, your leg revolves around his head as he catches you in his arms, bridal style, and dips you. Both of your lips were inches apart as you touched your foreheads. Carlos can feel his cheeks hurt from smiling as he spins you in his arms, watching you look at him with delight. He settles you back on the ground again and you spun for him.

You make a run for the nearest platform, Carlos follows close and perfectly catches you in his arms as when you went for the jump. You grin at him and he lifts you up with your legs in the air, he lets you get back on your feet and watches as you sprinted away. He runs to you, all lovestruck to the core. You reach the edge of the rooftop, feigning to fall off with your one leg dangled off but Carlos quickly catches your hand and pulls you to him. He dips you before rasing you up with your leg, you come back down along with the white sheets on the rooftop.

"For the world we're gonna make"

"For the world we're gonna make"

Carlos never leaves his eyes on you as you lean your body against his, he feels the time tick by so quickly. So, when he blinks he was no longer on the rooftop with you but inside the apartment. Your eyes were closed with your hands resting on your growing belly, Carlos fondly placed his hands on top of yours and watches your pregnant belly. He lets out a heavy sigh and realizes that his millions of dreams with you are coming true.

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Hooks and Coins|| Harry Hook x Reader Soulmate AU!

Requested: by @lemonypink

Warnings: Harry being cute 

Pairings: Harry Hook x Swann-Turner! Reader

Author's note: Oh my gosh this took so long! I’m literally so sorry! My motivation for writing has been a little iffy lately. Buuutt I’ve also been binging Criminal Minds soo it kinda gave me a creative push to start writing again. (Spencer Reid fics comin in the future) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this fic as I get back into writing again. 

P.S. Melody is Melody from the second little mermaid movie, and I know she's kinda not mentioned again in the fic but just know that this is y/n’s best friend and that’s who she is lmao.  I also thought the Coin would fit well in here because of the movies just sshhhh. Enjoy!!!!

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"it's soon! I swear!" The night of your 16th birthday, the day your life would change.

The day you get your soulmate tattoo.

"Are you sure??" Melody whines. "I'm positive! Look, it's not even 12:00 on the dot yet- ONE MORE MINUTE!" You look back from the phone on your lap to your right wrist.

"It's twellveeee." Melody cooed.

"Please please please..." You muttered still hopeful.

Then it hit, well stung. "Ow, ow, I feel it!"

"Let me see!" Melody basically climbed on top of you and saw it before you could. She gasped "oh my gosh y/n..." "What? What is it?" You tried to pull back your wrist to see, but Melody kept it steady.

"Y/n, as your best friend, I have to warn you as to what you're about to see...."

"C'mon Mells, it can be that bad." You sighed and tried to pull away from her. 

"You have to PROMISE Me that you won't freak out?"

Annoyed, you sighed and smiled "I promise." "Okay.." she released your hand. You rubbed your wrist and looked at the small tattoo, "A Hook?" "Not just any hook... Penny told me about this." "This is the same hook as the famous Captain Hook himself! It must be his son!"

"Captain? So my soulmate is a Pirate? Like Dad and Mom?" Melody nods almost worried.

"Awesome."

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"It's late Harry, your sister is gonna kill us if we get caught and wake your dad." Gill rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the galley of the ship.

"I know, but this is where the best lighting is...in a few minutes, I'll get me soulmate...well uh, tattoo I mean." He whispered and unlocked the door, cursing at the squeaky floors.

Harry turned on the lamp nestled on his father's desk. The room lit up illuminating the maps that his father and oldest sister had drawn up while sailing the open seas. He dreamed of nothing more than doing that, sailing and hailing a crew of his own, but for now, he follows Uma’s orders. 

“One more minute Harry.” Gill whispered looking at the tickless clock on the desk.

“Aye, ow! fff-!” Harry cupped his hand and flipped it to see his wrist, he bit back the pain as he saw the black ink form on his wrist. He’d been confused and tried to make it out as it formed. “Bloody hell, this sure is detailed in’it?” Gill loomed over Harry's shoulder, wondering what it was himself, Gill was sure he wasn't ready for his soulmate yet if he had to endure this much pain. 

Harry closed his eyes and exhaled as the pain stopped.

He opened his eyes to see the grim Aztec Coin staring back at him.

“Holy shi-” “Gil do you know what this means?!” “She’s spooky?” “No GIl, you git, She’s a pirate! and she’s a Turner...” He says in awe as he smiles down at his wrist.

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A few months later both of you seemed to forget. The events of your daily lives getting in the way. You’re training to go off on a sailing trip with your dad for a few months, and Harry is… currently Helping Uma get revenge on Mal by kidnapping Ben. 

But.. you were unaware of this. Obviously. 

Lonnie and you were fencing/sword fighting in the school’s courtyard (for fun) when you saw the boys rushing into the limo. You both caught up to them and questioned them immediately. 

“What’s going on here Jay?” Lonnie snickered full well knowing what’s happening because she overheard it earlier passing their room. “We.. uh..” “we’re going with you..” Lonnie cut the pair off. And this is how you went to the Isle of the Lost for the first time. 

They had told you the plan but left out the part about who they were going to have to deal with if the plan went south. You were nowhere near nervous. All those times you’d trained with Lonnie and your parents at the shop basically were all for this moment. Your pirate self was ready. 

Mal handed over the wand and you cringed a bit. “She’s gonna know it's fake…” you turned to Lonnie and whispered. “Shh I know, get ready..”  you prepped your sword and placed one hand on your lapel while the other was free to toss the swords. 

That’s when everything went south. You and Lonnie sprung into action and helped the others. The sounds of metal clashing mixed with the creaking of the ship and the salty sea air made you happy, it filled you with adrenaline. It felt like you were at home.

2 people fighting you at once, then three, then none, one by one you tossed them overboard.

You were caught in the crossfire between Carlos and some other goons so you ducked under them and sprung onto your feet right into someone else's back. 

You both turned to each other, swords ready, you saw him and you felt that burning in your body. The one that your friends always said happened when you met your soulmate… “Ow!” “Oi!!” Harry lurched back and held his hand. And so did you. 

“You…” he pointed at you “are you…?” you held up your hand and showed your tattoo. He gasped and smiled “I knew I’d see you one day..”  you said in awe. You heard Uma yell for Harry and his smile faltered into a smirk.

“Sorry lass, no ‘ard feelings right?” “Obviously.” You struck your sword first and your swords clashed with each other. “I knew you were good Turner, but not this good.” he laughed as you both turned a corner of the ship. “Thanks! Maybe I can teach you sometime Hook, You seem a bit rusty!” “Oi! My ‘eart Lass.. that one hurt!” 

You snickered and he had caught you by a wood post “awe, our first dance is over now?” your eyes sparkled. He smirked ”Aye if this were different, i’d very much like to get to know you lassy…”  he got closer almost closing the gap in between you two. And his lips brushed yours before you heard Mal and Lonnie yell that it’s time to go. You smiled “sorry Luv, it’s time for me to go!” you kiss his cheek and push him away into a hole that’s in the ship. “Oi! That’s not fair!”

You were the last one to leave and thought of an idea, you caught up with them and helped Mal to kick off the ramp back to the car. “Find me!” You blew a kiss to Harry and smiled, and so did he. on the inside, of course, he had to be “mad” for Uma’s sake. But right now he was anything but. He just met his Soulmate and she was everything he dreamed of.

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Almost a year had passed when you had first met Harry. And you constantly think about him every day and so does he. 

He sat at the bow of the ship looking out to the ocean thinking about you. It’s all that he’s been thinking about actually. He’s waiting for the day you can be with each other and in each other's arms. You literally took his breath away, because you kicked him, but he was entranced by your skills and beauty. He dreams about learning with you, meeting your folks, owning a ship, and most importantly.. Sailing away with you to see the world. He was stuck here. 

Though he didn't know that you had convinced Ben (it took a lot of convincing) to let Harry over onto the isle for a while. Your boating trip with your dad had gone so well that you also convinced your dad to let you go alone this time. Your parents knew how a forbidden love felt more than anyone else. The love between the two of them, a humble blacksmith that was the son of a pirate and the daughter of a wealthy governor who found that boy so long ago. They were never supposed to be together in society's standards, but their love was the strongest bond. They granted their blessing to you, they knew you'd be safe. You’re a strong pirate and they want to see you the happiest you can be.

You smiled and looked out the window of the limo as it crossed the bridge. Mal and Evie both came with you so they could help you find him and tell him the news. You guys slip onto the docks while Mal and Evie keep guard on the limo and watch you just in case you need back up. “Ursulas…” you smile and cross through the swinging doors, you found him and you felt the burning feeling in your body again. So did he. “OI!” he dropped the basket of chips he was holding and growled at the mess he made. He was fuming until he locked eyes with you. “My princess has come back to me?” he smiled and walked towards you completely forgetting about the fries as he kicked them to the side. “Hey Hook.” you smiled and felt his hand on your face but he backed away. “Woah Turner you ain't gonna kick me ‘gain right?” “no.” you laughed and you both hugged each other. 

He took the two of you outside “what are ye doin here luv? I mean, you don’ ‘ave to make any excuses to see me, but you came all the way from the other side.” he laughed and pushed back a strand of stray hair behind your ear. You blushed and held one of his hands, but unknowingly played with one of the rings on said hand. He bit his lip smiling at your nervousness. “U-Uhm.” you were surprised by the nerves in your voice, you were never this nervous before. This boy is going to wreck you. “It took major convincing, but I finally convinced my family and Ben to let you come to Auradon with me for a three-month sailing trip…” you smiled and looked at him. His eyes lit up and he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. “Are ye serious?! Of course I'd go with you!”  “Great! We leave…” you check your watch on your left arm. “ In 30 minutes!” “Aye! I need to pack!”  you laughed.

 he backed you into the wall. You smirked, “oi, I've been trying to do this ever since the first time we met.” He closed the gap between you two and the feeling of his soft pillowy lips on yours brought you comfort and warmness. You kissed back and ran your fingers through his dark locks as he tightened his grip around your waist. You never wanted this to end. “25 minutes!” You heard the girls yell and you pulled away and laughed. “I've finally found my Turner..” “And I’ve finally found my Hook..”

[fishpuncher]

Reviewing Resident Evil games I’ve played for fun

I bought the Resident Evil 2 remake in April of last year and since then I’ve become a fan of the franchise, so I figured I’d do a little review of all the RE games I’ve played listed in sort of release order (remakes taking place of originals)

Resident Evil 1 Remake (2003)

The third RE game I played after the 2 remake and 7, so my introduction to the older games/originals. Honestly a lot of fun, it took me a while to get used to the fixed cameras and the controls (I used the updated alternate controls, not tank) and I never really mastered it but the game is super good. Great puzzles, great atmosphere, and it still looks pretty great 18 years later. The story is also good and isn’t particularly convoluted like some of the later games get lmao

Resident Evil 2 Remake (2019)

The first RE game I played, and what got me hooked on the franchise. I never played the original so I have nothing to compare it to, but this game is almost perfect imo. The puzzles are good, the environments are amazing, and the characters are likable. Mr. X is terrifying (at least in my first playthrough, he’s a lot less scary in subsequent playthroughs) and his chase music is phenomenal. Overall I can’t recommend this game enough.

Resident Evil 3 Remake (2020)

Pretty much everything I said about 2 is applicable to this one as well. Jill and Carlos are great characters and I only wish we got more of them. I know people say that the remake is way shorter and cut-down than the original, but I haven’t played it so I don’t have that frame of reference. As a standalone game, it’s extremely good and the final boss fight is extremely badass.

Resident Evil - Code: Veronica X (2000)

My introduction to tank controls. The game is extremely good, and I’m enjoying it immensely. It can be quite punishing if you forget certain items or don’t conserve your ammo, as I’ve read about players getting to the final boss and having to restart the game because they didn’t bring an item that the game doesn’t even tell you to bring. Luckily I’m an item hoarder in these games, as I’d already grabbed the item before I couldn’t go back for it. The puzzles are good as always, if not confusing as I’m forgetful and have to look up where new items go as I don’t want to spend an hour searching every wall in the game. My main complaint is the sniper battle halfway through the game, as the hitbox for it just seems random more than anything. I love that we get more of Chris too. His casual “Hey” after being thrown by an explosion just kills me. Steve is whiny though and kind of the worst.

Resident Evil 0 (2002)

Pretty okay game, but one that I can’t really recommend. The partner system was pretty good, and made for some amazing puzzles/gameplay at times (getting split up at the beginning and then getting split up in a castle-ish area later). I thought both of those were great uses of the partner switching and more than justify it. However, the reason I can’t recommend this game is almost entirely due to the way you’re supposed to handle items. I play the RE games like a hoarder, every single item goes in the chest. Except this game doesn’t have a chest. You have two inventories with only six or eight (I don’t remember) slots each, and no item boxes. Instead, you can drop items on the ground and pick them up again later. For a hoarder like me, that means a whole lot of backtracking when you advance to the next area. Another annoying thing was the final two boss fights, as they were confusing for my simple brain since one of them is legit just shooting them until they die, but there’s never any indication that you’re affecting it, so I’m running around the room looking for something else that will kill him. In the final fight, it’s the same thing, except the game makes a point of showing you certain parts of the room that are obviously interactable, so I immediately run to those. Only those aren’t used until the second phase of the fight. I like Rebecca and Billy though, and hope that they’ll return at some point.

Resident Evil 4 (2005)

Very fun game, the over the shoulder is a welcome respite from the fixed cameras of 1 and 0, even if it is still tank controls. Leon is very quippy and I’m not a huge fan of his constantly hitting on the woman on the radio, but he’s an entertaining protagonist for sure. Escorting Ashley through most of the game isn’t that bad, as you can have her hide sometimes, or she’s pretty decent at taking care of herself (though I definitely accidentally killed her a few times oops). I thought Ashley was like 15 for the entire game so her asking Leon if he wanted to fuck at the end of the game absolutely floored me (though I’m still not a fan of that unnecessary comment honestly). My main complaint is that I was playing the Steam version at 60fps, but QTEs just do not work at that framerate, so I had to lower it to 30fps just to get through certain parts of the game (I did that minecart section like five times). Overall a great game, though I wouldn’t say it’s the best in the series, as many do.

Resident Evil 5 (2009)

People say this one is bad, but it’s such a blast playing co-op with a friend. I didn’t have to deal with the AI partner, so I can’t talk about that, but this is such a good co-op game. Getting to a spot where you both need to interact with it and mashing the button so Chris yells “SHEVA SHEVA HURRY COME ON HURRY SHEVA” over and over is always funny and always annoying when you’re on the receiving end. I still don’t really get the story and how Umbrella and BSAA are related or anything, but the gameplay is super fun, I highly recommend this one if you’ve got someone to play with. Although, we did have to install some files in order to play online co-op, but it’s a pretty simple process.

Resident Evil: Revelations (2012)

This one is rough, as I got halfway through it before I got bored and quit. The game introduces Raymond as a bad guy pointing his gun at you, then there’s a flashback and his backstory is “guy silently standing in corner of room.” Back in present day, five minutes after being introduced as a bad guy, he’s helping you out. Jessica isn’t that bad but her character design is incredibly awful. The first minor thing is when she’s on a mission with Chris in snowy mountains and she’s wearing pounds of makeup. Then later they have her in a wetsuit but some hair is outside of it??? I guess so you know she’s a sexy woman. Plus her wetsuit is literally missing a leg. It leaves her left leg completely bare. The dialogue regarding her is sexist too. Overall, the gameplay is very meh and the plot is kind of dumb, even for RE.

Resident Evil 7: Biohazard (2017)

My second RE game to play, but probably the first one I watched. This game is amazing and I highly recommend it. The first person makes the setting much scarier, and it lets you relate to Ethan and immerse yourself more. I like that Ethan is just Some Guy with no training, he just walks his way through this whole mess like a champ. The boss fights are great and the characters are so memorable. Not to mention the DLCs for the game are wonderful: playing a fucked up version of 21 and then fighting goop monsters hand to hand are seriously fun.

Resident Evil Village (2021)

The most recent RE game and quite possibly the best. Village combines the first person perspective of 7 and the inventory system of 4, making an incredible game. The four lords all have such different environments and it makes for such good variety. My favorite one was the Silent Hill-esque house with the dolls, as scary as it was. The Duke is a fun character and I love that he’s part of the story. Chris’s section at the end turns the game into Call of Duty but it’s a fun massacre through the village, easily destroying enemies that have troubled you all game. Overall one of my favorite RE games.

[zalrb]

Based on the episodes you've seen, how would you rate the desperate housewives from best to worst ?

lmao i watched the show in real time too, i'm just rewatching through @initiumseries' first watch of the series.

bree was always my favourite housewife, obviously she’s deeply flawed (homophobic, racist, classist) she has the best lines and the best delivery and is extremely funny, i appreciate her execution, like how she can’t just say Danielle, you’re stupid, she has to drag her eloquently 

and when she is straightforward, it’s this 

or she drops bombs 

i also respected how she threw a dinner party just to be petty toward susan 

and susan is my least favourite housewife because she’s is annoying and frustrating and grating

like no you’re not adorable, susan, and i know she’s supposed to be but the klutzy-but-charming act was already a lot in season 1 and then got extremely old past that, like even gifs of her piss me off 

and i just don’t find the comedy we’re supposed to get from her to be funny because are you not a grown ass woman, susan? 

and i appreciate that her annoying tendencies get called out more in season 4 but honestly, she probably has the least development out of all of the housewives, julie constantly tells her she’s a shitty mother who didn’t actually parent her because she was too busy being “adorably crazy” and all susan does is stare at her and she is oddly sanctimonious.

and then there really is no ranking between lynette and gabrielle, i kind of feel the same way about them.

gabrielle is like, eh...i can take her or leave her. most of the time,  i don’t find her selfishness and her elitism funny or charming, i mostly just roll my eyes and go, OK gabby, like she is unapologetically her, which i appreciate,, and she isn’t framed in the same way as susan where we’re not necessarily supposed to root for gabby 

which makes it easier to like her more than susan who is framed as lovable and she has a more disturbing backstory than susan that contextualizes her current behaviour in a way that makes me go, OK, but i just find her personality gets kind of exhausting after a while 

and considering that she specifically said she wanted carlos as selfish and greedy and terrible as her, i never feel sorry for her when it comes to their antics (and i know carlos changes when he goes blind and she kind of changes when they have kids), like it’s fucked up that he manipulated you into sleeping with him and recorded you without your consent but you said you wanted him like this so, i mean........

her storyline with victor annoys me more than her early season storylines with carlos, but most of those types of storylines annoy me because what do people think it means to be the spouse of a political figure? like she shouldn’t be surprised when all victor wants to do is campaign.

but that isn’t to say that she doesn’t have her moments because she does 

lynette is like ... i can’t reconcile the fact that she’s supposed to be this hardass, this badass, this force of nature 

and she doesn’t/can’t parent her kids,

 like a mother of four and then five with a dopey absentee husband is going to have a hard time, i get that, but they want it both ways with her and that just has me like, lynette why ARE your kids so terrible? 

and tom is awful, initiumseries and i were talking about how when i watched the show in real time as a teenager i thought he was the best husband on the show because he isn’t as outright as rex was or carlos was with his mistreatment but he’s actually incredibly manipulative and insecure and how lynette always ends up apologizing to him and coddling him and making herself small for him, like i’m really supposed to feel bad because lynette who HAS cancer didn’t ask tom how he felt about her having cancer??

while it’s portrayed as if she can be this steamrolling, overbearing shrew who doesn’t let her sometimes insensitive-but well-meaning and loving husband get a decision in edgewise 

but that isn’t actually their dynamic (tom’s system was stupid, wanting lynette to sleep on throw up is gross, it’s not her fault she’s a better ad exec or that her menu ideas for the pizza place were better and she shouldn’t have to coddle him through HER cancer), however, i said that we see lynette’s steamrolling when it comes to her friends, particularly with bree. like she guilts her into lying to the school about the twins, not caring about bree’s reputation when her children are monsters and then forces bree to give up where the nannies hang out, she expects her friends to just go with her decisions.

[reyescarlos]

94. “I could think of worse ways to die.” Or 97.“How do you always manage to look so perfect?” For tarlos if that works for you my love 🥰

it’s definitely 3 in the morning for you so lmao i hope you enjoy this when you wake up!

#94 “I could think of worse ways to die.”

Two and a half months of uncertainty, of TK debating whether or not his banter with Carlos is merely cordial or flirtatious. Having a crush—especially at this magnitude— is the last thing TK had been expecting but he failed to imagine how anyone could be immune to Carlos Reyes.

More than just his looks, of which that man certainly wasn’t lacking, TK had been instantly drawn to Carlos’ personality, his dry sense of humor that never failed to bring out a laugh from TK any time they were together. Out on calls Carlos’ assuredness was captivating. Having a front row seat to the man in action, confident and brilliant, has made TK fall that much harder.

He’s spent weeks taking notice of all these little facets about Carlos, storing it all away. It’s been a privilege getting to know him, to extend their working relationship to a personal one. But TK wishes to take it one step further and make it romantic.

Carlos seems to be in his thoughts constantly, to the point that TK feels as if he’s always mere moments away from losing his mind with the weight of his thoughts continuously pressing on him. What he wants is to know where Carlos stands definitively, to not have to guess and go in circles wondering if his wishful thinking is making him more optimistic than he should be that this could work.

At a local coffee shop together now, Carlos sits across from him, head angled toward the window as he watches people pass by. It’s such a mundane thing but with Carlos, it feels more like entertainment for TK. There’s so much to take in from the tendons in Carlos’ neck to the small smile that comes across his face when two little kids skip by excitedly.

As Carlos watches the world, TK watches him and he can admit, as he always does to himself, that he likes all that he sees. There’s such kindness and warmth in Carlos’ slightly distracted gaze. TK wants, desperately so, for Carlos to look at him like that.

Sometimes he can convince himself that Carlos senses a spark between them too, that he isn’t the only one between the pair of them that feels this pull.

“You’re staring,” Carlos says suddenly, turning to look at TK. “You do that from time to time and I always wonder what you’re thinking.”

TK’s brows bunch together, his heartbeat picking up.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Carlos sighs softly and sits with his back firmly against the chair. His gaze is searching as if he’s trying to find something, maybe the right words or something in his expression, TK’s not entirely sure. Either way, his stomach is already churning with this surprising turn in conversation.

“Do you like me?” Carlos asks outright.

Everything inside TK seizes. Carlos’ eyes betray nothing of what he’s thinking, of what TK’s response one way or another would mean to him personally.

TK laughs awkwardly, so caught off guard by the bluntness of the question. This is the last thing he’d been expecting Carlos to say and coming up with a coherent thought, let alone a coherent reply is impossible.

“I...I mean, I,” he stammers, face burning.

Carlos remains unmoving and somehow it makes this whole ordeal all the more mortifying.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“What is happening right now? Oh God.”

“It’s okay, TK,” Carlos says but TK has a very hard time believing that. There is nothing okay or normal about his crush finding him out and looking for answers.

He fiddles with his neglected mug, the remnants of his coffee long since cold thanks to his recreational viewing. He taps a finger against the rim of the cup, shaking his head.

His heart won’t stop racing. Even without saying the words, the truth is out there and it’s enough to make him feel sick to his stomach.

“Cause of death: complete and total embarrassment,” TK groans, burying his face on his hand.

Across from him, Carlos laughs. “I could think of worse ways to die so I’m pretty sure you’ll survive this. And besides, you may be embarrassed but I’m flattered.”

TK spreads his fingers, peeking out between them to look at the man before dropping his hand.

“Okay, I can work with that. Flattered is promising.”

“Flattered is also another way of saying that I’m definitely interested. While you’ve been attempting to stealthily check me out these last few weeks,” the man teases, “I’ve been doing the same with you.”

TK’s eyes widen as he finds himself incapable of hiding his shock. Carlos eyes him quizzically.

“That surprises you? I thought it’s been obvious this whole time.”

“It only would’ve been clear if you hung a neon sign above your head. You’re a little too good at disguising your feelings.”

Carlos shifts in his seat, his hands clasping on the tabletop before him as he stares directly into TK’s eyes. The look is intense and piercing, leaving no other alternative than for TK to hold his breath and stare back.

“Allow me to state it plainly then: TK, I’ve liked you since the day I met you. The only reason I didn’t say anything is because I wanted to be sure you were serious about this, that this isn’t a fleeting crush. I don’t want something casual with you, TK. That’s not really my speed and I like you too much to pretend otherwise.”

TK blinks twice slowly as if coming out of a haze. Across from him, Carlos’ face is pensive, a tinge of uncertainty in his eyes.

“And...I’m coming on too strong?” the man wonders aloud.

TK is quick to shake his head.

“No. God, no. I’m just having a hard time believing we’re actually having a conversation and you’re saying all the words I’ve been dying to hear.”

TK can feel his face flush but his candidness is rewarded with a relieved smile from Carlos. It’s all the encouragement he needs to keep talking, to drive the point home even further.

“I don’t want to be casual with you either. All I want is you.”

It’s such a heavy statement to make on a Saturday morning in a public space but TK couldn’t care less about the people around them and what they may be listening in on. His sole focus is the man across from him and the smile that breaks across his face like a sunrise.

Carlos unfurls his hand, stretching one across the table and latching on to TK’s. It’s a gentle touch but it sets every nerve ending in his body aflame.

TK takes it a step further, turning his hand palm up and lacing their fingers. He stares down at their hands for a moment, admiring the way they fit perfectly with one another. Carlos’ thumb brushes against his skin gently, pulling TK’s gaze upward and to the man’s face once more. The sunlight pouring through the shop’s window makes Carlos glow, making this already warm man all the more welcoming.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Carlos asks.

TK’s breath catches in his throat, surprised yet delighted that Carlos is keen on making plans so soon.

“Yeah, I am. What did you have in mind?”

Carlos chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s a surprise. Do you trust me to make it a good one?”

“I’d trust you with my life, Carlos. I’m sure you can handle planning a date just fine.”

[sunshinejins]

if i was dying on my knees (you’d be the one to rescue me)

(title from brother by kodaline)

so, hi!  jatp has reignited my desire to write again and this time i think i might actually finish a whole fic.  so uh, here it is :) please let me know if you like it, I’ll hopefully update asap, but i’m in uni so asap may be in like two weeks.  unless people really like it.  then, probably sooner lmao.

pairing: julie molina x luke patterson

fandom: julie and the phantoms

warnings: death bc rose, and i swear once but other than that i think nothing else?

Julie didn’t want to be frustrated, she really didn’t.  In fact, she wanted to be sad, mourning, depressed, or literally anything other than slightly pissed off all the time.  It’s incredibly exhausting to be angry all the time, and she felt like being sad would at least give her blood a break from simmering.

But her mom died.  And apparently her body only knows how to process grief by developing a rather annoying tendency to be irritated constantly.

She tries to forget it though.  Instead of wallowing in the negative feelings that cloud her family in the months following Rose Molina’s death, she throws herself into distractions.  She gets a job at a coffee shop near the USC campus and puts almost all her effort into becoming a top employee.  Her grades don’t drop because thankfully her professors seemed to all inherently understand that she just couldn’t sing anymore.  Like at all.

The world kept spinning.  Julie could only hope to hold on.

That’s how she ended up, six months later, complaining over a milk frother about her very well-intentioned best friend to the only person she knew would listen.

“Flynn just doesn’t understand,” Julie moans, shutting off the machine and dumping the contents unceremoniously into a to-go cup.  Her coworker, Allison, raises an eyebrow and swipes a rag at the milk spill that pools under the cup.

“Did she try to get you to sing again?”

“Surprise karaoke night with her girlfriend and a couple kids from class.  Her intentions were pure though so I don’t even know why I’m upset.” Julie shoves a lid onto the cup and slides it across the counter to a pre-occupied businessman who doesn’t notice the extra milk soaked into the bottom.  Allison nods thoughtfully and starts dumping coffee beans into the espresso machine.  Julie watches her with slight awe.  Allison was one of those people that terrified Julie when she met her; everything about her felt polished and put together down to the blunt cut of her pale blonde hair and the curve of her smirk when she smiled.  Soon enough, Julie discovered that she was as warm as any of her other friends, but it had taken a lot of closing shifts and smoothie runs to come to that conclusion.

Allison sets down the bag of coffee beans and gives Julie one of her solemn looks; it’s the sort of look where Julie thinks Allison could probably read her mind if she tried hard enough.

“Maybe they’re going about it wrong.  You haven’t been around music properly in what?  A year?  What if you just need to sit and listen to music again to just get you used to the environment?” Julie thinks for a moment.  Allison raises a fair point, and it’s the complete opposite tactic that everyone else has been trying, which has been to shove music in front of her to sing and give her expectant and hopeful looks. It’s a trial run.  Something casual.

“Where would I go?” Allison smiles a bit and passes Julie a container of oat milk to put away.

“There’s a bar off Sunset that’s hosting an open mic tonight.  Very relaxed and casual vibes.  I could pick you up from your apartment and take you.  We haven’t hung out since that movie night a while ago.”  Julie hesitates.  It’s not that she’s opposed to spending a night with Allison, but a small part of her feels like she’s cheating on her current circle of emotional support humans by agreeing to go. Not that her dad or Carlos or Tia would mind, but Flynn would possibly take offence and that alone stalled Julie for longer than she realized. Allison clocks the look on her face and amends the statement.

“Flynn is obviously welcome too.”

A mind reader, Julie swears. 

“Hell yeah. Let’s do this.”

***

Julie’s feeling significantly less optimistic when Allison’s car has been driven away by the valet and herself, Flynn, and Allison are all standing in line outside the club. Julie can feel the bass of the songs playing more than she can hear them, but the proximity of music is enough to make her palms sweat. Other than the music the coffee shop plays and the strains of country she hears through Carlos’ wall, Julie hasn’t heard proper music since Tia Victoria sang “Amazing Grace” for her mother’s funeral. Flynn notices her nervous look. 

“Chill, Jules. It’s all very chill. We’re just gonna listen to a couple bands.” 

“Flynn’s right. And if at any point you want to bail, we can go get soft pretzels.” 

“But we should try and stay for the whole thing!”

“However, we’re also going to respect you if you can’t do that,” Allison punctuates this sentence with a meaningful eyebrow raise and Flynn nods vigorously. Julie swallows and tries to mimic the courage she had a few hours ago.  The bartender scrutinizes their IDs for a moment before allowing them to sweep into the bar and Julie’s jaw nearly drops at the volume of people contained inside.  Nearly every seat is filled, and the standing areas are packed with people all jamming to the band onstage that’s currently playing what Julie has to admit is a pretty kick ass cover of “Somebody Told Me” by The Killers.  

Allison somehow discovers a table near the edge of the bar, and disappears off to get them drinks.  Flynn’s rocking out already, and Julie feels a few of the nerves in her stomach even out as the realization that she doesn’t have to sing sinks into her bones.  Allison was right, unsurprisingly.  If she focuses hard enough, she can even push out the memories of coming to these sorts of open nights with her mom.  Flynn shoots her a large and grateful grin and Julie lets herself smile back.  She’s taking a step.  She’s doing it.

Allison returns as the band switches and a new band begins to play a hyped up cover of “Africa” by Toto.  The three girls lapse into quiet appreciation of the music, with Flynn singing along to every song played, Allison bobbing her head to herself and occasionally letting out a few notes in her vocal range, and Julie just quietly appreciating the fact that she doesn’t feel like throwing up.

It’s all very casual, just like her friends said.

Until it’s not.

As the third band of the night begins their last song, Julie retreats to find the bathroom.  It’s hidden nearly backstage, and she’s just about to make it to the door when she hears the panicked shouts of someone from near the curtain which separates the small backstage from the actual performing area.

“Dude, I cannot believe he bailed on us.”

“Are you really surprised?  Bobby was a piece of shit.”

“Hey, he didn’t use to be!”

“Calm down, Reg.  You know he’s been treating us like garbage ever since that record label thought he had a ‘marketable voice’ or whatever they said.”

“Guys he bailed on us, what are we supposed to do?”

Julie, despite all the “stranger danger” lessons running through her brain, backed up far enough to see into the backstage area.  Three guys stood there, two with a guitar and a bass each and one with drumsticks he was nervously twirling.  The one with the guitar had his face buried in his hands and kept swearing heavily under his breath.  The other two seemed frozen in their own panic as well.  Guitar Player removed his hands from his face and Julie caught a glimpse of worried hazel eyes and dark curls.  Bass Player opened his arms and Guitar Player tumbled into them for a hug while Drum Player rubbed his back.  The three guys looked absolutely wrecked.

Here’s the thing: Julie had an uncontrollable urge to help people.  It’s how she got roped into half of Flynn’s schemes, how she ended up teaching Carlos all of his second grade science curriculum herself, and how she somehow became the unofficial backbone of her family after her mom died.  Seeing three guys utterly wrecked because, presumably, their fourth bandmate had bailed on them?  It activated that uncontrollable urge deep in her stomach.

Here’s another thing: Julie hasn’t played music or sang in six months.  She’s had no desire to, and every time she’s tried, the distinct urge to throw up overtook her.  Tonight was supposed to be the baby step that showed her whether or not music was something she could seriously consider again; whether or not she could feel that itch to perform anymore.

“Hey, do you guys need a fourth?”

She felt the itch.  

The three guys looked up in varying levels of shock.  Drum Player recovered first, and stepped towards her hesitantly, wringing his pink hoodie as he did.

“Um, what?”

“It sounded like someone bailed on you.  I can play.  If you need it.”  Guitar Player recovers next and nearly bounds over to her in barely contained excitement.

“You can play rhythm guitar?”

“No,” the three boys deflate, “I can play piano though.”  Guitar Player tilts his head to the side as though playing a melody through in his head.  He turns back to the other two.

“Bright could fit piano.”

“We never wrote the music for a piano component,” Drum Player wrinkles his nose.

“I did,” Guitar Player admits.  The other two don’t look phased, though Bass Player does raise an eyebrow.  “I was bored!”

“Okay, but we don’t want to put you out,” Drum Player turns back to Julie and she swallows.  

“No, I offered.  Let me see the music.”

“Okay, but you have like ten minutes!” Bass Player finally chips in with a surprisingly cheerful tone.  Guitar Player hands Julie what looks like a piece of notebook paper and her eyes skim the words and notes.  It’s feasible for sure, but she can feel the nerves prickling at her stomach.  Guitar Player leans into her space and she clocks how ridiculously attractive he is up close.  He gives her a smile.

“We alternative verses like this, see?  And I don’t know your range, but we can figure that out on the go.”  Julie gives him a small smile.

“Somewhere between mezzo-soprano and soprano.”

“We can work with that.” Guitar Player seems to vibrate with energy.  “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“No pressure,” Bass Player adds.

“Like seriously, none.  We can just go home and cry,” Drum Player says.  Julie isn’t sure.  She really isn’t.  In fact, she’s pretty sure she should just run away and hope she never sees these guys again.

“I’m sure.”

Well, that’s that.

Guitar Player sends her a smile that looks genuinely like someone has funnelled sunlight into his body and Julie feels the nerves lift for half a second.  Then, they’re called to the stage and all of a sudden she feels like she could puke all over again.  Guitar Player grabs her hand and squeezes it.

“You got this.”

Julie files out with the rest of the band and she’s extremely grateful her friends aren’t sitting in her direct line of sight.  The piano is definitely worn out from use, but her fingers settle naturally on the keys and Julie tries to focus on the budding itch to perform in her stomach rather than the urge to throw up.  She’s supposed to start this song.  This song that she became aware of ten minutes earlier.  She catches Guitar Player’s eye and he nods encouragingly.

She presses down on the keys and opens her mouth. 

Sometimes I think I'm falling down

I wanna cry, I'm calling out

For one more try to feel alive

And when I feel lost and alone

I know that I can make it home

Fight through the dark and find the spark

[paramedictk]

To get to write for a major network show that is super popular right now and this is what they come up with? It’s not always bad of course I’m not saying that. But I just mean the constant Owen in our face. And I’m also not saying he’s a bad writer or he doesn’t deserve his job as a writer for lone star I’m saying it seems like he feels like he HAS to write like this because his dad is a major actor on the show and has influence behind the scenes and so maybe he’s like oh I have to write about his character so much. Dude I’m sorry but that’s just downright not good. And I know he has potential to write other good storylines because Marjan’s storyline was rly good. Owen has not once progressed as a character so how good are you even writing him? Yeah he has his nice moments but they’re always overshadowed by him being an asshole or ignoring TK or trying to be a hero over anything else, including sitting down with TK and formally meeting Carlos’ parents for dinner. To purposely choose not to develop other characters and write for them with less energy as you write for Owen is downright just wrong. I know it’s not all his doing of course but he’s one of the writers for the show so he has an input into this. It’s just not right. I want to be a tv show writer and eventually showrun and create my own tv shows one day so to see someone who just has the job whether it’s because of their last name or because they worked for it just choose to write like this for this show is kind of frustrating to me. Because I see moments in some episodes of how good the show could be. If they just unclenched and stop acting like we care about Owen when we don’t. What are the causal viewers seeing that we aren’t because Owen isn’t even likable. Sorry not sorry. If you’re gonna make it the Owen Strand show at least make him likable. This isn’t even meant to be mean it’s just an observation from someone who wishes they had the job that his son currently has and seeing what we see every week with each new episode. It’s so frustrating. Just my opinions though

i have a loooot of problems with the writing. i can't remember if it bothered me this much during s1, maybe i just didn't pay attention to it or maybe it's the fact that even though owen was on screen a lot at least he wasn't insufferable idk... but apart from ep8 and a few scenes in other eps the entire first half of the season was torture for me and that's entirely because of owen

i think you could be right about john lowe feeling like he should focus on his dad's character but that goes for other writers as well. even when you look at the difference between the social media management of 911 and 911ls it's so obvious that r* b lowe is taking advantage of his influence as executive producer. i've never seen angela bassett act so selfishly, hogging the screen time and being the main focus of every promo. and i've said this before, angela is not only more talented but definitely has more star power than r*b lowe. maybe it just comes down to the fact that r*b seems like the type of guy who constantly needs his ego stroked idk. he kinda has minear and murphy in his pocket so i wouldn't be surprised if the writers were pressured to give him a certain amount of screen time every week

when it comes to owen the problem is that he has an actual decent multiep character arc about survivor's guilt and depression and that could make for a very interesting story but for some reason the writers responsible for individual eps are not executing the steps of that arc very well and the whole thing just falls apart. that's why it feels like we're just going in circles instead of seeing actual character progression. and after making the first half of the season so hard to get through they honestly can't expect the fandom to have much patience left for owen lmao

i just hope they learn from this and listen to fandom feedback because at this point almost everybody is getting tired of them constantly using their diverse characters for woke points while still favouring the white cishet man over them

[thisisthehardestthing]

wait r u fr? tumblr ate the ask? pls i’m so fuckin mad i literally typed paragraphs about how much i loved it so here we go i’m gonna try to be more coherent this time:

this mafia fic is my favorite haikyuu fic i’ve ever read and one of my fave fics in general. like the amount of hard work and research u put into it is so clear and it shows in the amazing quality of the fic. ur pacing, the flow of ur words, ur characterizations of tanaka and val, the way u pull off that last scene. everything is so well done and all of those things are super hard to pull off on their own so props to u for being able to do all of those. like wow i really am in awe of ur talent and i’m so thankful for ur hard work and the fact that u posted this like u rlly took me thru an emotional ride and gave me such a good piece of writing to enjoy and i love that.

okay so: details. i love the way u include the little things in the fic. stuff like the name of the designers and the names of organizations and stuff in the fic helps me picture the scenes so much and it just really adds to the extravagant feel of the fic.

with symbolism, i could literally write paragraphs about how well u included symbols in this fic. like i deadass gasped when the viper necklace was crushed in the final scene at the end right before tanaka did it. the parallels!!!! god ur so good at writing and obviously ur brain is huge to have thought of that and seamlessly included it into the fic.

okay so idk what the proper term for this is but like, the way that action happens in the fic is so well done and not predictable but still in line with what you’ve revealed to us about the characters. like ofc tanaka would pull the necklace out of his pocket at just that moment as a way to reveal to daichi what he felt. it’s just so perfect and so true to the person he is in the fic. about his characterization, god i love it so much. all of the pain and yearning and sheer want in his person were clearly conveyed thru his perspectives and his actions. like that boy just wants to be loved and that’s why it made such good narrative sense to have daichi ask him who he loves more in the scene right before the ending. like i saw the tag for death and expected a million things but u somehow managed to surprise me and yet still stay true to the world and characters u created and ugh, it’s all so perfect.

speaking of, the pacing of this fic is so good. like u manage to take us thru a whirlwind time period that doesn’t feel fast or drawn out or anything other than perfect. u have such a good awareness of pacing that it makes me so jealous and yet so pleased as a reader. like nothing about their love confessions or trysts felt rushed or forced. it felt so natural and true to the people they were and the world that they live in.

also i said before in the other ask how i love the way u utilize sex scenes in the fic. u sprinkle them in at just the right moment and they manage to be hot but they also reveal so much about the characters involved. like i’m specifically thinking of the scene in tanaka’s home where she asks why he won’t touch her and he says that she didn’t give him permission. like the love and devotion in that way of thinking felt so true and yet in the end he still did it and ugh that breaks my heart in the best way bc i know my pain as a reader is nothing next to his pain as a character. i would actually love to pick ur brain about how u decided on the ending. did it come to u in the moment or did u set out writing the fic knowing it would end up like that? so many questions rlly bc u created a world and a cast of characters that are so interesting like i would literally read books about them. (esp val. i loved how headstrong and proud she was but also how weak and emotional she could be. her ending made me sad but u kno, it made sense) and i’m especially curious to find out how tanaka copes after. like i can’t imagine that daichi would just accept his loyalty again but u do manage to surprise me in the best way so who knows. but i also mourn for him which is a little odd for me bc after finding out that he knew about daichi’s affair i felt betrayed and it hurt for some reason which is so interesting bc i trusted him and felt like i knew him, but u still managed to keep parts of him hidden, which is so cool.

oh and despite the tragic ending, u fed us so good with scenes of the two everywhere. like i love how we got to see tanaka and val in their own homes and at parties and we truly got to see how they act when they’re alone and when they’re comfortable and when they’re playing the part of loyal bodyguard or loyal wife. ugh it’s all so good and tbh i only finished it like maybe half an hour again but i already want to read it again bc it was so fucking good and the way u write emotions like yearning and heartbreak is so good like ugh. everything about the way u wrote this fic was so amazing and fuck tumblr for eating my ask but i hope i at least manage to repeat the majority of what was in the og ask lol.

hello anon <3

It is the weekend so I finally have enough brain power to reply.

I wanted to be selfish and keep this in my inbox forever, because this might be the kindest, most appreciative thing everyone has ever said to me about my writing. Toska is a piece of my heart and my soul in written word, and to have received something like this? It’s... indescribable. You have picked up on so many of the small details, symbols, and more that I littered throughout the fic, and you’ve called out the things that I was excited about people reading and reacting to.

Fic Spoilers below the cut.

everything is so well done and all of those things are super hard to pull off on their own so props to u for being able to do all of those.

Thank you so much. I constantly worried that it was too long, too boring, that there wasn’t enough smut in there to be sexy, or that the plot ultimately didn’t make sense. This means everything to me. Pacing is one of the most important things in a fic to me, because I am the kind of person that easily loses interest when I read. 

details. i love the way u include the little things in the fic.

ahhhhhhhhh!!!! I’m glad this helped you to picture everything! I actually used real life dresses, shoes, locations (google Villa La Vigie, it is STUNNING). I was a fashion student, and I now work in the fashion industry so small details to convery luxury is extremely important to me. I love that it made all the difference to you.

i could literally write paragraphs about how well u included symbols in this fic.

fuck, wow. this. This is what I was truly hoping for. I love figuring out foreshadowing in movies, in books, in tv series. I try to write things that foreshadowing what going to happen in the end throughout of every one of my fics, but this is the first time someone called it out, and I am truly grateful for it. The viper necklace thing is a moment I was very proud of. and when Tanaka tells Val to stop talking about Daichi when they’re alone on the bed together: that’s the first instance where we see his guilt that he knows. Also, when Tanaka says “why dont i finish what I started,” is another thing I linked to the ending.

the way that action happens in the fic is so well done and not predictable but still in line with what you’ve revealed to us about the characters.

kasjsdfhksjdfsd I always thought people could see right through me and how I was going to end it!!!!!!! This means so much thank you! I kept thinking, “fuck people know he’s going to kill her, this is so predictable, all these extra scenes are so boring, is it even worth it?” so AH thank you!

thank you again for the pacing comment <3

i love the way u utilize sex scenes in the fic. u sprinkle them in at just the right moment 

hehehehehehe this makes me very happy. tbh, I wasn’t expecting there to be SO MUCH PLOT when I wrote this fic. I had mapped everything out and planned for it to be about... 5k? words? It ended up being 21k all together lmao. I actually thought there wasn’t enough smuttiness in the entire thing, so thanks for letting me now that it was just the right amount. I was worried because the only time I actually describe them fucking with Tanaka’s dick inside her, is that measley one paragraph at the Monte Carlo Casino. When I realised that, I was in utter shock. I was texting @mindninjax in the discord server like “FUCK. I can’t believe I haven’t actually written sex sex.” Then I went into thinking how disappointed people were going to be and phew, it was a whirlwind of a night.

i would actually love to pick ur brain about how u decided on the ending. did it come to u in the moment or did u set out writing the fic knowing it would end up like that? so many questions rlly

ask away, send in questions. I built this world beyond what I’ve written. I have character layouts and plans for every person I introduced, and have ideas for fics on all of them.

To answer your question, I knew exactly how I wanted it to end before I began writing. That end scene is what I thought of first. Exactly like that, with it being cut off mid-sentence to represent her being shot. That sort of “boom” or feeling of shock where you just stare at the screen is the exact reaction I wanted to get when I finished writing, so I hope that is what happened.

So just, thank you so much anon. For everything, for taking the time to write out this ask a second time after Tumblr ate the first one. It has kept me going since the day you sent it. I really appreciate you, and please, chat to me anytime x

Thank you.

Spasiba x

[dailyrini]

parallels between troy & gabriella and ricky & nini

troy/ricky auditioned for the musical in spite of gabriella/nini.

initially chad and big red (troy & ricky’s best friends) weren’t too keen on them auditioning, but later showed support.

both troy and ricky were LATE to their auditions. idk why carlos said troy would be on time LMAO.

troy and gabriella talk abt meeting a kid in kindergarten and becoming best friends. ricky and nini actually were best friends since kindergarten.

“can i have this dance” / “to the night that we danced” both lyrics talking abt dancing together

gabriella did church choir. nini was a chorus girl.

both troy and ricky’s dads were surprised with their sons’ decision to become a part of the musical, but later were happy for them.

gabriella moves away early for standford. nini might be considering moving away for yca.

when gabriella wanted to audition, troy volunteered to help her bc miss darbus said she needed to be in a pair. during nini’s performance in the dark, ricky turned on his phone light to help her out.

as ryan and gina got friendlier with gabriella and ricky, troy and nini got a little jealous, but never truly acted on it and were still neutral to ryan and gona

sharpay / gina usually get the leads so they wanted to jeopardize gabriella’s audition / nini’s spot in the play since it’s rare that they don’t get the leads

troy & gabriella constantly miss the kiss. this slowly had become a trend of ricky & nini too.

“plans change & people change,, gotta go my own way” -gabriella / “chill for a minute,, take a temporary pause.” -ricky. both couples experienced a significant sort of break.

gabriella asking troy about trust, and him saying he never wanted to hurt her. ricky telling nini he thought there was a little trust left between them and that he still meant something to her.

gabriella said troy was changing and basically broke up with him. nini said she changed in the summer after her break with ricky.

before gabriella moved out she kept a framed photo of her and troy in her bedroom. nini has a framed photo of her and ricky on her dresser.

troy left the final show to go after gabriella. ricky dropped out of the show bc he thought it would give her the best chance at the performing arts school.

miss darbus believed troy would be in good consideration for julliard, as did kourtney for nini towards yca.

troy got gabriella a “T” necklace, nini got a dog tag necklace for ricky.

sharpay/gina also worked with other characters (ryan, ej) to jeopardize troy & gabriella and ricky & nini

ryan helped troy and gabriella reunite in the song “everyday,” as did ej did for ricky and nini in “breaking free”

sharpay/gina eventually becomes friends with gabriella/nini

gabriella had stage-fright and froze before she sang breaking free. nini froze upon seeing ricky and gina before continuing the breaking free scene.

troy says to gabriella, “look at me, look at me. right at me.” nini repeats this line to ricky, “look at me, ricky. right at me.” although this was a scripted line (meant to be said by ricky playing troy), nini uses his name as she was speaking as herself to him to help him feel better- like troy trying to help out gabriella.

gabriella surprised troy by randomly singing to him in the song “everyday,” like how nini surprised ricky by leaving the stage to sing breaking free to him.

troy & gabriella kissed at the end of hsm2 and when they reunited in hsm3. ricky and nini finally got their kiss at the end of the season. (also all of these kisses were basically make-outs HAHAH)

gabriella seemed hesitant on telling troy about moving to standford early. when nini is given the yca position, she looks uneasy when ricky calls after her.

during “16” when troy got pushed to the ground and could barely breathe, he looked for gabriella in the audience to talk him through it. when ricky was thrown off by seeing his mom’s boyfriend, he could barely process anything and wanted to see nini so she could give him a pep talk.

gabriella couldn’t make it to prom because she made the choice to leave for standford. nini needed a break from the drama in her life and decided not come to homecoming.

troy says to gabriella, “you might be ready to say goodbye to east high, but east high isn’t ready to say goodbye to you.” / ricky confessing to nini, “i want this feeling to keep going. because this whole experience- im not ready for it to be over.”

during their graduation, troy spins gabriella around and nudges her forward as he applauds her. after nini bows at the end of the musical, ricky pushes her to step ahead and applauds her.

“right here right now” / “just for a moment” were both songs that talked abt time and being together