#cas you are PHENOMENAL!!!!

[rennerator]

WOW WOOOW WOOOOOOOOW!!!!! AWWWWWWWWWWWWW SOO SOOOOO F* GOOD!!!!! S2 Oh My, this is SOOO F* HOOOOT and MARVELOUS!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE Seriously, SOOO POWERFUL and MAJESTIC!!!!!! YES YEEEES YEEEEEESSSSS I LOVE THIS SOOO VERY MUCH!!!!! :D I LOVE HIM!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!! BAMF!CAS ALL THE WAY!!!! HAPPINESS!!!! And, NOOOOO, you are SO MUCH MOOOORE than THAT, Cas!!! You are THE FREE WILL!!! You are SOOO FULL of LOVE!!!! You FELL so you could FIND YOURSELF, the REAL YOU!!! And that YOU is the Being of HAPPINESS, Being of RENEWED HOPES, Being of NEW DREAMS, Being of STRENGTH!!!! SO SOOO PROUD of YOU, Cas!!!!! You are PHENOMENAL!!!! Thank YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO SOOO MUCH for this!!!! You are AMAZING!!!!! :) <3

The Beauty of a Star

I have fallen from sky, Fallen to the ground, I am the angel of sadness, Angel of lost hopes, Angel of lost dreams, I am the fallen angel, Fear me not.

[tricoufamily]

pretty neat game

[alulangel]

Winchester Directive 1521: Pilot Picks the Music, Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole // T // deancas // ~5k words // written for the ProfoundBond Exchange: Space

Written for @adromelke !

Having never seen Red Dwarf I unfortunately could not pull off an AU, but I hope I may have captured some of the vibe? Also featuring food and a brief appearance of wings! I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

A space AU that boldly asks: "what if Sam and Dean Winchester, but on a spaceship." After their food bio-resequencer gets stuck on the leafy torture of Sam's plain salads, Dean sets off on a deadly mission to scavenge old ships for parts to fix it. But while on an abandoned mining vessel, they brothers encounter a strange, otherworldly voice trapped in the ship...

Excerpt:

They head to the bridge. Things aren’t even close to desperate, not yet, but it’s been two months of no credits, repair after repair, running from system to system. Their bio-resequencer broke, stuck on the last meal it had made. Which would be fine, except the last meal that it had made was one of Sam’s stupid fucking salads, so all Dean had had to eat–apart from what they could buy fresh on-planet when they had the rare chance–was Lepus Saturnalia food. He was dying for something else. Anything else. Sam was, unsurprisingly, not at all sympathetic to his plight.

“It’s good for you, Dean,” he’d say, which was bullshit, because any spacer worth their salt knew that it was your mind you had to keep healthy first and foremost, and days and days staring out into the black picking at a bowl of leaves was enough to make anyone want to throw themselves out the airlock. Good for him. Ha. It was killing his spirit, Sam , what was good about that? And it would be one thing if it was just a bio-resequencer problem, but the trouble with flying a vintage ship like Baby was that they didn’t make S-class Impala cruisers anymore, and trying to find someone with the know-how to work on it and easy access to parts was a pain and a half. And that was just on one of the outer worlds that still used the barter system, not one of the “civilized” planets that used Edlund Corp. credits. If Dean ever met Carver Edlund, he’d like to greet him with a swift kick in the ass.

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[sueniia]

tried making some teen sims today! left-right: aria, kiai, lyla, nathan, solana and rei

[guardianspirits13]

And look. Netflix has cancelled a lot of beloved and well-received shows over the years. This is far from their first shameless cancellation.

But this one really feels like a tragedy in a way the rest really haven’t, for me.

If you have not seen it, this show has some of the tightest writing I have ever seen. It explores so many ideas and character arcs in the span of eight episodes, and there is not a dull moment to speak of. Every line feels intentionally crafted for the character it is assigned to, and the actors never fail to follow through.

Speaking of the actors, almost the entire main cast are in their breakout roles but you would never know it because they are phenomenal. Need I remind you that everyone’s favorite homosexual from hell (sorry, Cas) is played by George Rextrew, and is his first onscreen role beyond acting school. It’s easy to forget that considering how seamlessly he melts into such a nuanced and uniquely expressive character.

Steve Yockey, the director/writer/producer who made this show happen deserves accolades for his brilliant creative direction and an adaptation that took an under-the-radar comic property and made it into the show stopping narrative of cycles of violence and abuse and learning how to grow from your past and be loved as you are. In EIGHT EPISODES.

The cinematography is also stunning and combined with the sharp editing decisions make it just as visually impactful as it is narratively.

I have not enjoyed a show as thoroughly as this once perhaps since season one of Daredevil like, a hundred years ago. I’ve watched other shows, I’ve liked other shows, but none without a healthy dose of criticism. I struggle to find something bad to say about this show because it is just that good.

Now I’m not going to go into the fact that this show was unapologetically queer and that Netflix has a history of cancelling any show that features a gay character that isn’t either comic relief or has two lines. However, it is hard not to notice that the less divisive a show is, the more market appeal that it has, and Netflix definitely cares more about a majority audience of passive users with autopay subscriptions than they do a dedicated fanbase excited to have something to call their own.

To quote Bo Burnham, “Art is dead.”

[kathlare]

promise kept

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: The night of the Grammys is full of excitement and emotions for Amelie as she celebrates her success, having just won her first Grammy.

Wordcount: 4.6 k

Warnings: none

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February 2nd, 2022 - Los Angeles, CA

The night was still shimmering in gold, the dazzling lights of the Grammys creating a stage unlike any other. For Amelie, it felt like she was caught in a whirlwind of excitement. The moment she stepped off the stage after her performance, everything seemed to pause for a second—except for Lando. His eyes were still locked on her as she walked to their table, where she was finally going to sit down and breathe for the first time since the red carpet.

The glitz of the night had been relentless—too many pictures, too many interviews. It felt like she couldn’t stop moving, always having to be somewhere, always having to smile for someone. But now? Now, she could finally relax. She dropped into the chair next to Lando, smiling at him as she adjusted the gown, the weight of the moment resting on her shoulders. She'd already won one Grammy, for Best Pop Solo Performance for Espresso, and now all that was left was the anticipation of whether she'd take home another.

Lando looked at her with that familiar glint in his eyes, his lips twitching in a mix of admiration and playful teasing. The moment their eyes met, Amelie felt it—a familiar warmth, a little electric spark between them. After everything they'd been through, the awkwardness of their early relationship, the struggles, and the breakups, here they were again. They were real this time—together in a way they hadn't been before.

—Finally,— Lando murmured, his voice low, a little teasing as he leaned toward her. He barely had the chance to say more before a voice called out to her.

—Amelie, darling! You were phenomenal!—

Amelie immediately stood up, her smile wide, graceful, but apologetic as she turned toward the interruption. She knew she had to go through this—the inevitable flow of people who wanted to congratulate her.

—Thank you so much!— she said with a laugh, giving a quick hug to the person who stopped her. She greeted a few more people, exchanging quick pleasantries, all the while feeling Lando’s eyes on her. He was silent, watching as she handled the flurry of attention with poise. But there was a visible shift in him when people started to approach. Lando wasn’t used to this kind of attention—the level of fame Amelie had acquired, the constant swarm of people seeking her time. He was still getting used to it, even after all this time.

Lando sat back in his chair, watching Amelie as she moved through the crowd, a bit of a hesitant smile tugging at his lips. He was so proud of her, but part of him couldn't help feeling out of place in this world. The sheer volume of people who wanted her attention, who saw her as this shining star, was something he was still adjusting to. Back in Monaco, it was a different world—his own bubble, his racing family, a familiar territory. But here, at the Grammys, it was like everything had shifted around him. He was a little bit of an outsider.

As Amelie turned to chat with someone else, Lando caught Alex's eye across the table. Alex gave him a subtle nod, a sympathetic grin on his face. Lando could tell what he was thinking—he’d seen it before, the way Lando seemed a little overwhelmed by the spectacle of it all.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the feeling of discomfort. He'd been around this enough, seen it in bits and pieces—red carpets, big events. But when it was Amelie at the center of it all, it felt different. Like the attention had a different weight, a different gravity.

Amelie, meanwhile, was still greeting people—posing for a picture here, exchanging a joke there. She looked like she was made for this world, her radiance never dimming, her energy infectious. It was mesmerizing, the way she commanded the room without even trying.

The air around Lando seemed to tighten, though, as Amelie was about to head back to their table when she was caught by a particularly tall, dark-haired figure. Lando recognized him almost immediately—Benson Boone. The singer had never really been on Lando’s radar, but now, seeing him move toward Amelie, there was a certain… tension.

Benson was smiling, casual, but Lando’s instincts flared—this guy wasn’t just stopping for a quick congratulatory chat. There was something more to it, some glint in his eyes that Lando didn’t like. Maybe it was the way Benson’s gaze lingered a little longer than necessary on Amelie, or how his body language was just a touch too close. Whatever it was, Lando’s gut twisted, and he leaned forward, trying to ignore the growing irritation.

—Shit,— Lando muttered under his breath, clenching his jaw. The moment felt too long for his comfort, too drawn out.

Lando’s irritation was palpable now, his chest tightening as he watched Benson move even closer to Amelie. He had no idea why, but the guy’s presence made something inside him stir—something protective, something possessive. His hands clenched into fists beneath the table as he saw Benson smile a little too brightly, his fingers lingering near Amelie’s elbow.

This wasn’t going to happen. Lando wasn’t going to sit by and let some stranger make a move on his girlfriend—not when they’d only just gotten back together after so much, not when they were finally working on building something real.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Lando was already standing. His chair scraped loudly against the floor, drawing a few curious glances from the surrounding tables. But Lando didn’t care. His focus was entirely on Benson. He wasn’t thinking, wasn’t analyzing—he was just reacting.

—Hey, uh, sorry, you gotta give me a second,— he muttered, pushing past the table and moving quickly toward Amelie, who was still caught in Benson’s orbit.

As Lando made his way toward Amelie, his pulse was quickening, his thoughts racing. He wasn’t sure exactly why he felt this way. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of the situation—the fact that Benson, a stranger to him, had come so close to Amelie, and it made him feel territorial, protective even. He wasn’t one to get possessive, not normally. But this… this felt different.

His footsteps were purposeful, but not rushed. He didn’t want to make a scene. He wasn’t about to storm over like some jealous idiot—well, maybe he was, but he was trying to keep it under control. He just needed to make sure Benson understood that Amelie was his. That whatever he was thinking, it wasn’t going to happen.

He walked up just as Amelie was laughing at something Benson had said. Lando could feel his chest tightening, but he kept his tone cool, masking his internal struggle behind a calm exterior. He slid into the conversation seamlessly, his voice low and smooth.

—Hey, Ames,— Lando said with a casual grin, reaching out to gently tap her shoulder. The effect was immediate: Amelie turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

Lando felt the tiniest bit of relief when her face softened at the sight of him, her body instinctively leaning into his as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was a silent reassurance—one he desperately needed in that moment.

—Lan,— she said, her voice warm, familiar, like honey in his ears.

But then his attention snapped back to Benson, whose smile faltered just slightly at Lando’s sudden appearance. Good. He wanted the guy to feel even the tiniest bit uncomfortable. Because whatever Benson had been trying to do? Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

—Sorry to interrupt,— Lando said, tone polite but firm, his hand sliding around Amelie’s waist with ease, fingers settling possessively against the fabric of her gown. He didn’t grip her too tightly, didn’t make it obvious, but it was a silent message. She’s mine.

Benson’s eyes flickered to the hand on Amelie’s waist, and Lando didn’t miss the way the guy hesitated for just a beat before recovering.

—No worries, man. You’re Lando, right?— Benson asked, extending a hand.

Lando glanced at it for half a second before finally shaking it, his grip firm.

—Yeah, and you’re Benson,— Lando replied, voice still cool, still casual, but his words had an edge, like he wanted to make sure Benson knew that he knew exactly who he was. And that he wasn’t impressed.

Amelie, completely unaware of the silent standoff, smiled brightly. —Oh! You two haven’t met before, right?— She gestured between them.

—Nope, first time,— Lando said, shifting even closer to Amelie. If he could physically put himself between them, he probably would.

Benson’s smile stretched just a little wider, like he wasn’t oblivious to what was happening but wasn’t about to back down so easily either. Lando didn’t like that.

—Well, it’s nice to meet you, man. Amelie, I just wanted to say congratulations, your album was insane. I’ve been a fan for a while,— Benson said, looking at Amelie again.

Lando’s grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly.

—That’s sweet, thank you!— Amelie beamed, ever the gracious one. She was so used to these interactions, so used to handling people with warmth and kindness. But Lando? He wasn’t built for this. He wasn’t used to seeing other men look at her like that, like they thought they had a chance.

And maybe Benson didn’t actually think that. Maybe Lando was overreacting, but in his mind, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t about to take any risks.

—Yeah, she’s fucking incredible, isn’t she?— Lando said, his tone light, but there was a very clear subtext to his words.

Amelie turned to look at him, one perfectly arched brow raising slightly as if she could sense exactly what he was doing. She didn’t say anything, though, just rested her hand over his on her waist, her touch soft.

Benson nodded, clearly catching onto the unspoken tension. —Yeah, she is.—

Lando’s jaw tensed. He hated the way Benson said it. Like he knew it too well. Like he was too comfortable saying it out loud.

—Well, if you’ll excuse us, I finally got my girlfriend to sit down for the first time tonight, so I’m gonna steal her for a bit,— Lando said, pulling Amelie even closer, his arm now fully around her.

Benson chuckled, nodding. —Of course, man. Congrats again, Amelie.—

—Thank you!— Amelie said again, waving as Benson finally walked away.

The moment he was gone, Lando let out a slow breath, shaking his head.

—You alright there, Lan?— Amelie asked, her voice amused as she turned to fully face him, her hands resting on his chest.

Lando scoffed, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. —What was that? He was flirting with you.—

Amelie laughed. —He was just being nice!—

—Bullshit.— Lando huffed, then leaned down so that his lips were just above her ear, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. —He wanted to take you home, and I wasn’t about to fucking let that happen.—

Amelie shivered at his words, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his suit.

—Well, lucky for you, I already have someone taking me home tonight,— she murmured, tilting her head up to look at him through her lashes.

Lando grinned. —Damn right you do.—

She giggled, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Lando melted into it instantly, his hand sliding up to cup her jaw, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss.

But, of course...

—Amelie! Darling, congratulations! Can we grab a quick picture?—

Lando groaned, pulling away just as Amelie turned to greet yet another person.

He sat back in his chair, exhaling sharply as he watched her get pulled away yet again.

Alex, still seated at the table, snorted. —You’re really suffering tonight, mate.—

Lando dragged a hand down his face. —I swear, if one more person interrupts me, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.—

Alex smirked. —You do realize you’re dating a superstar, right?—

Lando sighed, glancing back at Amelie, who was smiling for a photo, looking every bit the star she was.

Yeah. He knew. And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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The after-party was a fucking blur.

Neon lights flickered across the dance floor, casting a hazy glow over the sea of bodies swaying to the bass-heavy music. Amelie was in her element—barely on the ground, floating on the high of the night. Two damn Grammys. Her Grammys. The final missing piece to the EGOT, now forever attached to her name.

She’d done it. At twenty-three. The youngest in history.

And if the bottomless glasses of champagne weren’t enough to keep the reality from settling in, the endless wave of people congratulating her certainly were. Every time she turned around, someone new pulled her into a hug, gushed about how proud they were, told her how deserved it was.

And it was. She knew it was. But holy fuck, it was a lot.

She hadn’t even seen Lando properly since before the ceremony, and that was saying something considering he was usually attached to her hip. She could feel him somewhere in the room—Lando had this energy about him, like a magnet always pulling her in. But every time she caught a glimpse of him, someone else dragged her away.

She was wasted. In the best way.

And apparently, Lando had had enough.

One moment, she was mid-conversation with Taylor and Selena, the next, a firm grip landed on her wrist, tugging her away. She barely had time to react before she was pulled through the crowd, past clusters of industry elites and a few confused glances, straight into the dimly lit hallway that led to the more private section of the venue.

She barely registered what was happening before she was pressed against the nearest wall, warm hands gripping her waist, and a familiar set of lips crashing onto hers.

Fuck.

She melted into it immediately, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit as she kissed him back with just as much urgency. It was messy, desperate—weeks' worth of tension crammed into a single moment. He was everywhere, hands roaming over the silk of her dress, thumb pressing into the dip of her waist like he needed her closer, despite the fact there was no space left between them.

—Finally.— Lando muttered against her lips, his voice slightly breathless, hands refusing to let her go.

She let out a dazed laugh, resting her forehead against his. —You literally kidnapped me.—

—You weren’t giving me a choice.— He tightened his grip on her hips, lips brushing against hers again, teasing. —D’you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone?—

She smirked, fingers tracing the back of his neck. —I’m a Grammy winner now, baby. In high demand.—

Lando groaned dramatically, dropping his head to her shoulder. —Fuck off. I’ve been waiting all night to do this.— His lips trailed along her jaw, nipping at her skin. —And you’re too fucking busy for me.—

—Oh, poor baby.— Amelie cooed, running her nails lightly through the short curls at the nape of his neck, knowing exactly how much that drove him insane.

Lando groaned again, but it turned into a laugh, muffled against her collarbone. —I hate you sometimes.—

—No, you don’t.— She grinned, tilting his chin up so their noses brushed. —You love me. You adore me.—

He sighed dramatically. —I do. It’s fucking disgusting how much I do.—

—Damn right.—

He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring. It was dizzying, the way he kissed her. Like he was drowning, and she was the only thing keeping him afloat. His hands slid lower, fingers pressing into her lower back.

—How drunk are you?— He murmured against her lips, his voice low, teasing.

—Mmm. Tipsy. Wasted. Drunk on success, mostly.— She giggled, poking his cheek.

He snorted. —You’re an absolute menace.—

—And you love it.—

—Fuck off.—

Amelie just grinned, throwing her arms around his neck. —Say it.—

—Say what?— Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly playing dumb.

—Say you love me.—

His smirk softened, something warmer flickering in his eyes. He pulled her in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips before whispering, softly, —I love you, Ames.—

She melted.

—Good.— She beamed, booping his nose. —I love you, too, Lan.—

A sudden voice interrupted them.

—Oh, for fuck’s sake. Can you two go five minutes without making out?—

Both turned their heads to see Alex Wolff standing there, looking thoroughly unimpressed, arms crossed.

Amelie just smirked, leaning into Lando’s embrace. —Nope.—

Lando flipped Alex off. —Piss off, mate.—

Alex rolled his eyes. —Just don’t start shagging in the hallway, yeah? I really don’t wanna witness that.—

—No promises.— Amelie teased, winking.

Alex groaned. —I fucking hate you both.—

Lando just grinned, kissing Amelie again.

She tasted like champagne and victory. And he was completely, utterly, fucking obsessed.

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ameliedayman: cannot believe life had to post this in the moment but will talk to you later

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lando: ACTUAL SUPERSTAR. LEGEND. ICON. MY GIRLFRIEND. (I win.) 🏆😭❤️ → ameliedayman: @lando stop it you’re embarrassing me 🙄 → landonorris: @ameliedayman never. I will be publicly obsessed with you forever. → ameliedayman: @lando u already are 🥱 → landonorris: @ameliedayman good. Also, u looked so hot holding those Grammys. We should get married. → ameliedayman: @lando oh my god 💀

tateszn: The chokehold she has on me is insane. GIVE US THE TOUR DATES.

stelladayman: Our little Grammy-winning gremlin 🥹❤️ → ameliedayman: @stelladayman u make me sound like a cartoon character but I’ll allow it

charles_leclerc: Back-to-back wins… just like Lando’s patience when waiting for you all these years 😭🏆 → lando: @charles_leclerc patience is key, mate. Look at me now. → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc STOP CHARLES LMFAO → charles_leclerc: @ameliedayman I only speak facts.

mclaren: Our fave WAG’s got Grammys, no big deal. 🏆 → lando: @mclaren RESPECTFULLY SHE IS NOT JUST A WAG SHE IS A LEGEND, A QUEEN, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

georgerussell63: Two Grammys, a F1 boyfriend, and still not even slightly humbled 💀 → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 never will be 😌 → lando: @georgerussell63 and what about it?? She deserves to be cocky. → ameliedayman: @lando aww thanks Lan 🥰 → landonorris: @ameliedayman kiss me rn.

ameliefanclub: TWO. GRAMMYS. TWO. GRAMMYS. WHAT DID WE SAY?! THE QUEEN OF POP HAS ARRIVED. → landostan69: @ameliefanclub And she has Lando WHIPPED omg we won in so many ways

f1gossip: Two Grammys AND she bagged Lando? The true world champion.

elysiadayman: She’s always been that bitch, this just confirms it. 😌 → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman always 🤝

madisonbeer: Two-time Grammy winner AND still the funniest person I know. Life’s unfair. → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer gotta keep u humble somehow 😌

gracieabrams: Most talented person on earth. Don’t argue. → ameliedayman: @gracieabrams says the most talented person on earth?!

f1gossip: Lando being a certified wife guy in the comments is the content we deserve. → f1stan23: @f1gossip I mean… he really got his dream girl AND she’s a Grammy winner. I’d be sick too.

billieeilish: I TOLD YOU!!!! → ameliedayman: @billieeilish YOU DID!!! 😭💖

daymanupdates: Amelie winning two Grammys and Lando being the most obsessed boyfriend on the planet… history has been made.

danielricciardo: EGOT loading… I called it first. → ameliedayman: @danielricciardo you have always believed in me, uncle danny 😭💘

jackdayman: I’ve decided to let this whole “music career” thing slide now that you have two Grammys. 🙄 → ameliedayman: @jackdayman Oh, thank you so much for your approval, dearest brother. 🙃

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The elevator ride up to their hotel suite was a mess of giggles, lazy kisses, and Amelie nearly falling over in her heels. She was gone, absolutely wasted in the best way, still floating from the adrenaline of the night. Lando, less drunk but still buzzed, had one arm around her waist, the other gripping her hand, keeping her upright as she clung to him.

—You’re so fucking pretty.— Amelie slurred, blinking up at him as she reached to poke his nose.

Lando chuckled, shaking his head. —Not as pretty as my Grammy-winning girlfriend.— He pressed a kiss to her temple, tightening his grip on her waist.

She grinned, resting her head against his shoulder as the elevator doors opened to their suite. The second they stepped inside, Amelie sighed dramatically, kicking off her heels and stumbling toward the bedroom. —Gotta get this makeup off. Dunno how people wear this shit every day.—

Lando smirked, watching her sway on her feet. —Need help, love?—

She spun around, pointing a wobbly finger at him. —I got this, Norris. Stay put.—

Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. —Alright, alright.—

With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, humming Espresso under her breath as she scrubbed her face clean. When she was finally makeup-free and in her favorite oversized hoodie and sweatpants, she stretched, rubbing her eyes as she pushed open the bathroom door, fully expecting to find Lando already sprawled out on the bed.

But the bedroom was empty.

She frowned, glancing around. —Lan?—

No response.

Curious, she padded barefoot toward the suite’s living room, her breath catching slightly when she saw it.

The room was dimly lit, but it was impossible to miss the decorations—gold and silver balloons tied to the backs of chairs, a few floating near the ceiling. But what really made her freeze was the small table in the center of the room.

Sitting on top was a McDonald’s bag.

She stared at it for a solid five seconds before looking up to see Lando standing a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets, watching her with the softest fucking smile.

—You remembered?— Her voice came out small, overwhelmed.

Lando shrugged, grinning. —Course I did. You told me years ago. Said the second you won your EGOT, you’d finally try McDonald’s. Figured tonight was the night.—

A lump formed in her throat. She’d mentioned that in passing so long ago, back when they were barely friends, just two idiots playing video games at three in the morning. She hadn’t even thought he’d remembered, let alone go out of his way to make it happen.

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, and before she could stop herself, she launched forward, throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

—Hey, hey.— Lando chuckled, catching her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist. —No crying, baby. It’s just McDonald’s.—

—No, it’s not just McDonald’s.— She sniffled, burying her face in his shoulder. —It’s you remembering something stupid I said years ago. It’s you making it special.—

Lando’s grip tightened as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. —You’re special. Makes sense the night you finish your EGOT should be too.—

She let out a watery laugh, pulling back slightly to look up at him. —I love you, y’know that?—

He grinned, brushing a thumb over her cheek. —Yeah, I know. Love you too, superstar.—

She beamed, wiping her eyes. —Alright, let’s eat this shit. I’ve waited twenty-three years for this moment.—

—That’s dramatic as fuck, Ames.— Lando teased, grabbing the bag and leading her to the couch.

—Shut up, let me have this.—

They sat cross-legged on the couch, pulling the food out—fries, nuggets, burgers. Amelie picked up a fry, inspecting it with exaggerated suspicion. —Okay, here we go. First McDonald’s bite ever.—

Lando rolled his eyes, laughing. —Just eat it, love.—

She popped the fry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Then she shrugged. —Yeah, that’s fire.—

Lando snorted. —Not so bad for a fine dining girl, huh?—

—Don’t push it, Norris.— She grabbed a nugget, taking a bite. —Oh, that’s actually so good.—

Lando grinned, watching her work through the meal. It was a ridiculous moment in the grand scheme of things, but it was theirs, and it made his chest ache in the best way.

By the time they were finished, Amelie flopped back against the couch, rubbing her stomach. —That was so much food.—

Lando chuckled, shifting closer, hand finding her thigh. —Can’t have you wasting away after a big night.—

She turned her head toward him, eyes flickering down to his lips. —You take care of me too well, Lan.—

—Somebody’s gotta.— He smirked, fingers tracing slow circles against her leg. —Besides, you’re my girl. Comes with the job.—

Something warm spread through her chest, and before she could overthink it, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.

Lando hummed in surprise before immediately kissing her back, shifting to pull her onto his lap. It started slow, gentle—then escalated quickly, Amelie deepening the kiss, fingers tangling in his curls. Lando groaned against her mouth, hands gripping her hips as she pressed against him, heat simmering between them.

—Bed.— She whispered against his lips.

Lando exhaled shakily, nodding. —Yeah. Yeah.—

Without another word, he lifted her, carrying her toward the bedroom as she giggled against his neck. The night had been perfect, but this? This was just the cherry on top.

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Some moments of her on the biggest night. The most beautiful, talented, insane woman I know. I took approximately 500 photos, but these are the ones she approved (barely). Still doesn’t do her justice.

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ameliedayman: my favorite photographer 🥺🤍 i love you, lan. i still can’t believe u took 500 photos of me like a crazy man but honestly… understandable. → lando.jpg: @ameliedayman i’d take 500 more. and then 500 after that. actually, don’t move, i’m getting my camera rn.

georgerussell63: mate, you’ve changed. you used to be cool. → lando.jpg: @georgerussell63 no i didn’t. shut up. → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 no but he’s soooo much worse in private 💀 help me. → lando.jpg: @ameliedayman you love it.

fan1: NOT LANDO BEING A FULL-TIME BOYFRIEND AND PART-TIME PHOTOGRAPHER.

fan2: "Muse" oh he is OBSESSED obsessed

charles_leclerc: She lets you take 500 photos? I take one and get yelled at. → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc because ur angles are criminal. 🫵🏼

landonorrisfan37: HELP HE’S SO GONE FOR HER I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.

alex_albon: 500 pics but only 5 made the cut? Sounds about right. → lando.jpg: @alex_albon You have NO IDEA how hard it was. I fought for my life.

fan4: We waited FOUR MONTHS for a post and he drops this. WORTH IT.

fan5: The way he disappeared from this account just to come back and be the clingiest boyfriend.

danielricciardo: Posting like an art student in love. Proud of you. → lando.jpg: @danielricciardo Let me be romantic in peace. 😭

victoriadayman: You take good photos, I’ll give you that. → lando.jpg: @victoriadayman High praise, I’ll take it. 🙏🏼

fan6: Can’t believe we went from “I don’t know her” to this level of simping. Character development.

f1tea: this man has not posted a single thing on here in MONTHS and then comes back with a dissertation on how in love he is.

mclaren: This is not what we meant by ‘keep your focus during the off-season,’ Lando. → lando.jpg: @mclaren Priorities. 😌

f1wagsdaily: We have officially reached the “boyfriend soft-launching on the film camera account” stage. 🫡

lanmelieupdates: THE FACT THAT HE DIDN’T POST HERE SINCE OCTOBER AND BROUGHT IT BACK FOR HER IM SOBBING

georgerussell63: You mean to tell me you took 500 photos and she only let you post THESE? → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 you should’ve seen the ones he TRIED to post 💀 → lando: @ameliedayman baby they were ART 😤

elysiadayman: Insufferable. Both of you. → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman this sounds like jealousy 🫶🏼

lando: I forgot to mention you’re also the most perfect human alive. → ameliedayman: @lando you’re embarrassing me in front of the entire world. keep going.

fan7: Not even trying to hide it, man’s been obsessed since DAY ONE. → fan8: @fan7 we love a loyal king.

maxfewtrell: Sickening levels of PDA, even for you. → lando.jpg: @maxfewtrell cry about it.

[starlight-archer]

@netflix

Greetings,

I am writing to you with hope in my heart, to implore you, from the bottom of my heart and with the utmost sincerity, to please reconsider your decision to cancel your critically acclaimed new show Dead Boy Detectives.

This show has touched a lot of people's hearts and souls, my own included. It has generated countless rave reviews, massive online buzz and an amazingly active and dedicated fan base that continues to grow.

This series has done something truly incredible and meaningful, and I think you have something remarkably special with Dead Boy Detectives. I have so many reasons why this show is worthy of your investment, faith, and more than worthy of a second season. In this letter, I will attempt to narrow it down and list a few of them.

Firstly, a fantastic foundation has already been laid down from the start with it's incredibly compelling and well-rounded characters. Each of them feels very nuanced, natural and whole in a way that succeeds in making them all widely relatable despite their distinct individuality and complex differences.

There is a rare kind of beauty to the way that these characters have all been written and then brought to life by the cast in such a genuine and heartfelt manner.

Secondly, the natural and loving way in which POC, women and queer people are represented is second to none.

You have an amazing example of a strong and powerful female lead in Crystal. She is layered and does her best to be better than she was in the past. She is realistically flawed and so resilient that it is impossible not to root for her. She is smart and empathetic, and puts in effort to understand her friends, even when they butt heads.

The fact that her powers can never truly be taken away and that she can always connect to them through herself and through the support and live of her female ancestors is a thoroughly wonderful detail that leaves you with a deep sense of hopefulness.

Niko, who is far from home and starts off all alone after losing her father, finds kinship and courage through the support of her friendships with Crystal, Edwin and Charles,and shows her unwavering strength through her continual acts of natural kindness. She is sharp and observant, and she utilises that yo be amazingly caring.

Charles' story is also incredibly relatable and meaningful. The way that he overcomes his painful history with his parents through kindness, and does this again and again, despite still dealing with so much trauma and hurt is astounding. I, and many others long to see his story at continue.

Now, Edwin and his relationship with his queer identity...

The way in which the queer representation has been handled in Dead Boy Detectives is leagues above the vast majority of other shows that share its target audience. It feels so authentic. Something which is unfortunately hard to come by, which this show pulls off spectacularly.

Edwin's personal journey with his sexuality is done with so much care and raw honesty that it is impossible not to appreciate everyone in the writers room who was responsible. George Rextrew's portrayal of Edwin in this aspect (and frankly all other aspects) was simply phenomenal. The way that he discovers more of himself through his relationships with his peers is done so incredibly well. Charles, Crystal, Niko, Monty and The Cat King all play a significant role on his self-discovery - be it directly or through showing their support - in a way that I am sure many of the queer viewers long for and relate to.

There are so, so many people who feel seen because of Dead Boy Detectives, myself among them, and that is something that is immensely and inherently valuable.

Furthermore, the realistically nuanced way in which the show depicts the characters dealing with different kinds of grief and trauma is unbelievably refreshing. To show each unique situation and natural, emotional and internal responses in a way so grounded in reality is a true achievement. One that every member of the cast and crew should be celebrated for. As someone who has experienced tremendous loss, I can confidently say that the way these things are depicted in the show is highly accurate and resonant.

Aside from these aspects, I am of the firm belief that timing and lack of appropriate promotion harmed the number of streams in its initial days of release. It was put out right before/during exam time from American viewers, meaning that all of the teens who might have been binge-watching, were stuck cramming for tests. Additionally, while I do think that focusing so much fantastic promotion and marketing on Tumblr was a stroke of genius, not matching that across other platforms such as X (formerly Twitter), Instagram, and TikTok was a gross oversight that significantly limited reach and harmed viewership.

All of this on consideration, please, please reconsider the cancellation. Dead Boy Detectives has so much potential and deserves a real chance to grow and succeed.

There are thousands of people who share my sentiments of devastation and disappointment, but also hope and massive amounts of love.

It is well evidenced that sharing this show has created a wonderful communuty and brought droves of people together. Drives which I am sure that you have seen sharing their sorrow, frustration, and their dedication across social media.

Saving Dead Boy Detectives is worthwhile and just makes sense at this point, especially given it's role as an extended part of your well-established hit IP The Sandman, and the current proximity to Halloween, when a show about ghosts will be so seasonally and culturally relevant.

I am begging you, alongside thousands of others to bring Dead Boy Detectives back for a Season 2. Please hear our voices and restore our faith in you as a platform.

It is not too late.

#SaveDeadBoyDetectives

Sincerely, one of countless dedicated fans.

"It's not what you did, it's what you do that matters." - Edwin Payne (to Crystal, The Case of The Devil House)

[rennerator]

YUP YUP YUP!!!!! I saw the post on my SM!!! S2 YEEEEEEES, GO OFF, WBBrazil!!! "Como não amar DESTIEL?" INDEED!!!!! :D HAPPINESS!!!! Happy Birthday, Misha!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE Thank YOU SOOO MUCH for giving us Cas and for fighting for Destiel and Queer Cas!!!! Thank YOU for being this MAGNIFICENT person that you are!!!! SOO SOO PROUD of HIM and of being HIS FAN!!!! Thank YOU SO SOO MUCH for sharing this with us!!! You are AMAZING!!! :) <3

wb brazil coming THROUGH

[hayakawalove]

Love From a Thousand Miles Away

Summary: Oikawa just finished a match and has plans to call you after. He learns that you got up to something in his absence, leaving him feeling a bit left out.

A/N: Hello! It's my first time writing him, so I hope it's okay. Comments appreciated! I want to write him more!

CW: Smut, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Humiliation, Hand Jobs, Post-Time Skip, Pro Volleyball Player W/C: 1,910

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

“And with that, CA San Juan grabs the gold with a leading score of 30-28!” 

“It couldn’t have been done without their phenomenal setter, Toru Oikawa!” 

A stadium full of cheering fans surrounds Toru, but he isn’t focused on any of that. Don’t get him wrong, he’s grateful, really grateful. It’s been a long road to success, and he couldn’t have been happier. However, something else was on his mind entirely. And that something else came in the form of you. 

Toru smiles and rustles his team mates backs, sweat dripping down his forehead but he’s only thinking of one thing. You. You. You. 

He misses you so much he’s sick to his stomach. You were back home keeping watch over the house. Honestly, he didn’t really mind that you weren’t going to be there for this match. He just wanted to be by your side. 

Sure, this was his third consecutive win this year and it was only April, but that wasn’t the most important thing on his mind. 

His teammates wanted to celebrate that night by hitting the town, planning on getting drunk off their asses. They really tried to get Toru to join in, but he just gave a shrug with a slick grin, waving them off as he exited the locker room. 

“Can’t, got a date with my girl.” 

“She didn’t come with you?!” One of his teammates calls out after him. 

Toru doesn’t respond, instead digging for his phone in his smooth team jacket. You were planning on video calling after the match. As he turns on his phone he sees two notifications from you. 

You: Good luck on the match baby, I’m rooting for you 

You: how did it go? 

The last message came in only minutes ago. He finds it funny that you asked him that, seeing as how you knew exactly how the match went. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you watched it live on TV. He really hopes you were watching it, at least. He blew a kiss intended for you towards the camera before one of his serves. Nevertheless, you asked that question after every game. He asked you why a couple of months ago, and you told him it was because you wanted to know how it went from his perspective. You liked hearing him describe it, how the match looked through his eyes. 

Toru: it went great, I should be back at the hotel in 30 minutes. I love you

Toru grins at his phone and slides it back in his pocket, running his tongue along his bottom lip. 

As soon as Toru arrives at the hotel he hops into the shower. He refuses to look even a little gross for you. Even though you’ve told him on more than one occasion that you thought it was hot when he was sweaty. 

Grey sweatpants hang low on his hips as he saunters over to the bed. The sound of him video calling you echoed throughout the room, the anticipation of seeing you again making him giddy. 

He flops on the bed, laying on his stomach as he stares at the screen. It only rings a couple more times before your face lights up his phone. 

“Hey baby.” You say with a smile. 

There’s sunlight behind you, a stark contrast to the unforgiving darkness of where Toru was at. Exhaustion is seeping in his bones, but he doesn’t mind. 

Toru excitedly says your name, a toothy grin pulling up on his face. All is right in the world now. Conversation flows easily between the two of you. He recounts the game for you, explaining each detail as you patiently listen. He feels a surge of pride when you tell him ‘good job’. It always sounds better when you’re the one saying it. 

“So, how was your day?” He asks, resting his head on his propped up hand, looking at his screen. 

You’re biting back a smile, nervous eyes flicking away. The action makes curiosity burn in his gut. Toru has always been good with people. He excels at talking with them, always making them feel comfortable enough to open up. But above all else he’s good at reading people. It’s a skill he uses to his advantage every time he’s in a match. It’s a skill he’s using right now. You’re hiding something. 

“Well, I did some cleaning a little bit ago. I wiped down the kitchen and did laundry. Then I took a short break and was about to get started again when you called.” 

Toru squints at the phone, analyzing your facial features. There’s a glint in your eyes that’s hard to miss, and there are indents on your bottom lip from your teeth. He has an idea of what you were up to, but he decides to ask anyway. 

“Yeah? What did you do during your break?” 

You look towards him before glancing away quickly. Caught red handed. Toru patiently waits for an answer, an evil smile perking up his lips. 

“Oh you know, just kinda hung out.” 

“Yeah? You hung out?” He replies. 

“Yeah, nothing special.” 

“Was that before or after you fucked yourself?” 

Toru watches your facial features change instantly. He can’t help but let out a barking laugh at your flustered expression. Honestly, he finds it a bit insulting that you thought you could hide it. 

“Toru! I, well…” you bite the inside of your cheek and look away, unable to watch his shit eating grin. “Before.” 

“Ah, I see. So you got yourself off before calling me? Don’t you think that’s a bit selfish?” Toru teases. He can feel his body start to heat up, and there’s a sensation stirring in his pelvis. 

“It’s not my fault you aren’t home!” You pout, your bottom lip jutting. 

Toru’s internally cursing his manager for bringing him out here. He could be at home right now. He should be at home right now. Toru should be tending to your every need. 

“Poor girl, can’t even wait for her boyfriend.” Toru feels the unmistakable pressure building up in his lap. 

“Don’t be mean.” You murmur, before biting into your cheek. 

Toru has to hold back a laugh. You really were so easy to read, did you even know that? You like when he’s mean, he can tell. It’s written all over your face. 

“I’m sorry baby, you’re right.” He apologizes, even though he isn’t the least bit sorry. 

You sigh and bring your eyes back to the screen. Toru can feel his breathing stutter. You’ve been dating for years now, but your beauty still managed to knock him off his feet every time. 

“Thank you,” you say softly. 

Toru ponders for a moment. He couldn’t let you get away with it that easily.

“What about me though?” He asks. 

“What about you?” 

“Come on, I’m supposed to learn you touched yourself and not be horny?” Toru lays on his back, holding his phone up. 

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Let me see your pretty pussy, baby.” Toru requests simply, knowing you wouldn’t refuse. 

He frees his hard cock from the confines of his pants, watching as it slaps back against his toned stomach. It’s impressive how fast you turned him on. His tip was already leaky, precum freely spilling over as he watches you stand up. You ease your pants off your body, before laying back down on the bed with your phone in your hands. 

“Let’s see,” he says. 

“But I’m embarrassed.” 

“Don’t be. You know I think you’re perfect.” 

He doesn’t let you forget. He reminds you nearly every hour of every day. 

You spread your legs wide for him, bringing your camera further down to display your cunt. Toru groans loudly, the sound carrying over through your speakers. 

“Holy fuck,” he watches the screen intently, running his tongue against his bottom lip. 

Toru is athletic. That much is known. It’s his job for god's sake. But he swears he’s never felt so breathless before. It feels like he’s been playing volleyball for ten hours, but he hasn’t been. All he’s done was catch sight of your pussy. 

“It isn’t that big of a deal, Toru.” You reply, your voice heavy with desire. 

“Yes, it is. You always look so good. Spread yourself for me, sweetheart.” Toru grips his cock, wincing at how good it feels before he begins to slide his fist down. 

You use your middle and pointer finger to spread your pussy, your clit still swollen and cum still seeping from your hole. 

Toru moans, his hand emitting noises now from the precum coating his cock. He imagines it’s your pussy. He imagines how wet you’d feel, how tight your walls would be around him. 

“So wet, didn’t even clean up yet?” 

“I didn’t have the time to.” You whine.

“Messy girl.” 

He speeds his hand up. It’s nowhere near as good as your pussy would be. You’re teasing a finger around, allowing it to circle your clit before moving down further, pressing it into your hole. Toru watches closely, groaning at how easy your finger pushes in. You thrust it in a couple times, and Toru can see how your cum glistens against your skin. 

Oh, how he wishes he could clean it up for you. 

He wants to dive his tongue into you, lick the liquid lust from your pussy until you’re screaming his name. He’d lick it off your fingers too, if you’d let him. He’d place them delicately in his mouth, allowing his tongue to clean the cum from your hands. 

Toru groans as you finger fuck yourself, your moans carrying through the call. Every so often you pull your hand away, rubbing your finger against your clit before completely removing it. Toru closes his eyes for a second to picture you beneath him. How you’d look, how you’d taste, how you’d feel. 

He’s already getting closer now. He can feel it. 

His hand fondles his cock, allowing him to build up closer and closer. Toru fucks his hand, precum spilling over onto his knuckles and down his fingers. It’s a filthy sight. He throws his head back and focuses on the warmth spreading throughout his tummy. 

“Wish you were here, Toru. It was hard to cum without you. You need to fuck me.” You say, watching as Toru gets closer.

“Yeah? You need it bad?” 

“Yes, please fuck me, Toru.” You thrust your finger back inside, arching it up against your sensitive spot. You didn’t intend on cumming again, but you wanted to put on a good show. 

“Fuck, baby.” 

Toru’s cumming. White flows down his fist, the added lubrication making his movements that much smoother. His hand doesn’t stop once, too intent on finishing fully first. You’re groaning at the sight as well. Toru hopes it looks as good as it feels. 

After he’s finished cumming, his hand slowly comes to a stop. The room is no longer spinning, instead a calm lull taking over its place. He looks at his cock before looking at you, smiling as he sees your face. You have a grin on as well, one that makes love spread throughout his body. 

“I’m sorry I’m not there, I’ll be back soon.” He murmurs.

“You better. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to fuck you.” 

Toru chuckles, leaning over to begin the clean up process with napkins. 

“We’ll be reunited before you know it!” 

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[morrigan-sims]

Morrigan's Fantasy/D&D-Inspired CAS CC Masterlist

I want more people to make fantasy/d&d-inspired sims, so I figured that maybe making a list of some of my favorite creators for such cc might be helpful to get other people who might not know where to start into the world of fantasy sims!

NOTE: Some of these creators use early access or other paywalls. I highly recommend checking out Dollhouse Mafia to get the cc early and free.

Creators:

sifix (tsr) - gorgeous gowns with fantasy/princess vibes. (@chimaerae-cc has some great recolors of their dresses too!)

@satterlly - conversions from lots of other video games, including dragon age and Baldur's Gate 3

@plazasims - more conversions from various games, including The Witcher.

@lady-moriel - conversions, clothing, accessories, and poses. (+ tiefling tails!!)

@strangestorytellersims - the holy grail / lifesaver of masc-frame fantasy cc. Also has recolors of some of plazasims's cc for more swaches! (+ build/buy cc that's to die for!)

@dansimsfantasy - a handful of fantasy clothing, largely elf-inspired, if that's what you're looking for!

@simverses - medieval cc, including objects, recolors, and age conversions (including lots of recolors and age conversions of sifix's cc!!)

@natalia-auditore - fantasy clothing, accessories, and poses

@shandir - clothing

@valhallansim - accessories, including orc teeth, tiefling horns, a satyr/faun set, and more!

@zx-ta - the sims medieval conversions, including build/buy

@pyxiidis - holy grail for supernatural sims, including fairies, plantsims, vampires, werewolves, and more!

@remussirion - fantasy eyes (a few specifics below, but check TSR for more) and some alpha fantasy skins

@feralpoodles - her simblreen gifts are amazing for fantasy sims!!

@xandezsims - fucking phenomenal recolors, also some cc-free builds!

Specific CC:

Tiefling Tails by @lady-moriel

Smaller Tusks by @valhallansim

Horns by @valhallansim (perfect for tieflings!!) (there's more than one horn set on their blog, this is just my fave.)

Kalvhan Crown + Victory Crown by sugar-owl (has some other fantasy halos/crowns if you scroll!)

Gnarly Teeth/Tusks by @sewersims

Magicka + Galactic Ear Presets by @evoxyr

Ear Preset by @simbience

Pointy Ear Presets by @northernsiberiawinds (perfect for elves!)

Ear Presets + more by @obscurus-sims (great for half-elves!!)

Transfer, Clavata, Siren, Dark Soul, Demon 3, Demon, Dragon, Demonic Eyes by @remussirion (great for demons/tieflings/etc.)

Lore Skintones by @lamatisse

Vampirica Skintones by @cerberus-cc (great for undead/reborn/shadar-kai sims!)

Ehlnofey Horns by @sforzcc (great for satyr/faun sims!!)

Dionysus Set by @pyxiidis (satyr/faun set, including leg preset and fur legs)

Beastly by @pyxiidis (tusks, great for orcs)

Finds Blogs:

@ts4medieval - lots of medieval/fantasy cc, both CAS and build/buy

@occult-cc-finds - fantasy and supernatural cc finds

@morrigan-finds - my personal cc finds. I reblog some (not all) of the cc I download, and I have a fantasy tag.

@ts4-poses - has royalty, swords, archery, etc. tags that are helpful for finding poses and accessories!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Amazing 1926 unique home in San Francisco, California. 2bd. 2.5ba. $4.496M. 

Isn’t this different?  Look at the wood- doors, floors, built-ins, and the extra details in the coffered ceiling.

Detail of the stained glass window.

Love that blue fireplace.

Fireplace tiles.

The dining room is so unusual- look at the wall decor and the ceiling. 

The kitchen is amazing. Look at the wood and tile, not to mention the blue stove and the exhaust hood.

Have you ever seen a sink like this?

Amazing glass doors.

Not only are the kick plates in the stairs to the 2nd level tile, but look at the wood inlay in the steps. 

This library area is so beautiful with it’s shelving and fireplace. The details in this home are phenomenal.

And, look at this wonderful place to read or sit looking at the view.

Look at the ceiling in the main bd. Plus it has a small alcove with doors to a terrace.

The detailed tile & mosaics in the first bath.

Very nice 2nd bd. 

The second bath is also beautifully done in colorful tile and look at the sink.

Double shower.

These stairs lead to a gorgeous rooftop deck.

Behind the house is a lovely deck.

Then climb the stairs to a wonderful deck built around a tree.

Even the garage is beautiful- look at its tile floor.

There’s also a laundry room and a media room off the garage.

https://www.compass.com/listing/26-graystone-terrace-san-francisco-ca-94114/1263843295213316065/

[rennerator]

I LOVE HIM!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!! S2 Seriously, I LOVE MISHA SO SOOO F* MUCH!!!!! AWWWWWWWWWWW HAPPINESS!!!!! Thank YOU, Misha for being YOU!!!!! :D For being this MAGNIFICENT and MARVELOUS person that you are! Thank YOU for ALWAYS being PROUD and HAPPY to talk about Cas!! LOVE LOVE LOVE Thank YOU SO SOOO MUCH for sharing this with us!!! You are AMAZING!!!! :) <3

Misha ranks versions of Castiel.

[angel-fruitcake]

✦ Feral!Castiel ✦

this is an open invitation to any artist(s) in the Supernatural fandom or otherwise, if you're so inclined, to create an art piece of this feral version of Castiel. the way this author (@loserchildhotpants on tumblr) depicts Cas in this form is so breathtaking and cosmically gorgeous, it deserves to be showcased physically.

to anyone and everyone else, if this excerpt intrigues you, i encourage you to check out this Destiel fic because it is absolutely phenomenal (as is everything that this author creates!!).

posted with permission 💕

[dontaskmemybias]

Ryder's Jisung Recommendations

One Shots

Reckless convictions @moonjxsung This fic??? Hot professor Han falls for a student and chaos ensues. This shit rewired my brain chemistry.

On my mind @staytheword One of the first smut pieces I read and it is just so fucking beautiful. Stressed college student roommates hit home. This fic has stayed with me for so long, it showed me what fics can be like when someone really puts their all into it. I tagged more of Mari's stuff at the bottom because her fics are all so beautiful.

Weather the storm @doitforbangchan Ladies night out gets cancelled due to weather so boyfriend Han comes over and makes a fort with you. So cute, funny, and steamy.

The Heat @hwanghyunjinenthusiast Roommate Han brings home sex cookies. The hottest aphrodisiac fic I've read.

Friend Agreement @cas-skz First time with bff Han. So good. I don't normally love first time fics but this one is so cute and steamy, I couldn't leave it off the list.

Building Forts and Confessions @httpseiki Prompts: "Don't tempt me" and "lets build a fort". Bff2l story that was so good. Reader and Han are adorable and I loved it so much.

I need you, I love you @cb97breathing Amazing f2l with a nice accidental drunk confession. Everything I love in a fic. Belle is such a great writer, their fics are all amazing.

Blue Sunrise @quokkawritesarchive This fic??? Brothers best friend BLUESUNG!! Subby Ji is so hot in this fic jfc.

Same But Different @skzdarlings w/Felix. The world building is ethereal. I would legit read a whole novel. The entire threesome series darling wrote is so good but this one is one I have reread so many times now because it has such a phenomenal story. Check out the sharing a bed series too while you're at it 😘

Series

2:23 AM Pt. 1, Pt. 2 @webcorelino Flora wrote the first smut I ever read. This is from her old account but there was a time when I read this multiple times a week. F2l fic that is just so amazing. First fic I saved in my notes app on my phone.

Like Never Before Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 @writerracha Best friends brother fic that is so fucking steamy and just 🤤

Kinkuary 17, Truth Comes Out, Start of Something New @kwanisms I accidentally read the second one first because I thought these were oneshots but the whole stranger turned best friend Felix's roommate pipeline went so hard. These fics are so damn good.

What could go wrong? Ch. 1, Ch. 2 @daisykihannie Haneul wrote the best incubus Han fic hands down. This series is incomplete as of this moment but I am awaiting the next part! Soooo good.

[eph3merall]

2024 sturniolo tumblr appreciation post <3

i joined tumblr this summer during august something i believe, starting off as finding authors i enjoyed reading and stayed anonymous in some writers' inboxes before finally starting to write. i recently reached 1k followers and it has been suchh a dream to find mutuals and talk to some of the people who enjoy my writing :)

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@sturnioz ; cas !!!! we dont talk muchh, save for me appearing in your inbox a lot, but you are quite literally the sweetest ever. youre one of the people i was inspired by to create my own blog on here, and it was literally one of the best ideas ive ever made. i adore you soo much and you are one of the first blogs i was introduced to on this platform. immediately fell in love with your writing and personality, i know you are just the sweetest in real life. wish i could eat you out whenever you have a bad day or something idk but that isn't possible so i just wish for you to take it slow and not push yourself. i love you <3

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@cvnntagious ; rory i have soo much to say about you. you are so incredibly funny and i kinda fell in love with you the second we started talking. youre the cutest ever, and your writing is phenomenal. it never everr feels awkward to keep a conversation flowing with you, which is a very occurring problem i have with literally everyone i know !!! but its like i can kinda just not think whenever i talk to you and you have no idea how refreshing that is. sometimes i feel like things i say will get made fun of by who im speaking to, but it never feels like that with you. i feel like youre the most cunty (pun not intended) person ever in real life, truly. i wholeheartedly believe we would be great friends <3

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@55sturn ; my star babyy :( it always baffles me to look back to the ask you sent when i followed you back, because i was thoroughly obsessed with your works (and forgot to follow you) so i was kinda like huhh because you seemed so out of my league if that makes any sense. i want to kiss you because i know you dont always feel the best but i wish you take everyday slowly and care about yourself always. you are one of the first people i go to when i come up with something new to write about, because your opinion is genuinely so important to me honestly. the way your brain works is so fascinating to me (not in a weird way </3) and i hope we can have soo many more conversations in the future about whatever comes up. im incredibly awkward sometimes, but i hope u dont mind :)

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special shoutout to all of my mutuals whether we became moots more recently or not. i dont think i can tag everyone because i dont think i can check who im moots with </3 know if i didnt tag you, you are included and i love you !!! @darksturnz @phone4pills @clairomatt @ccxsturns @cupiidk1lls @mattslolita (im aware kiwi doesnt have access to tumblr rn)

i hope everyone has a good new years. i adore every single one of you !!!!

much love, vi 🤍

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kkkkk SOO SOOO TRUE!!!!! XD LOVE LOVE LOVE Happy Birthday, Misha!!!!!! S2 Thank YOU for being this MAGNIFICENT person that you ARE!!!! Also, THANK YOU SOO MUCH for giving us Cas and for fighting for him and being PROUD of HIM and US!!!! You are MARVELOUS, Misha!!!! I LOVE HIM SO SOOO MUCH!!!! I hope he is having the time of his life there enjoying his birthday!!!! \o/ Misha deserves ALL GOOD THINGS!!!! Thank YOU!!! THANK YOU SOO MUCH for this!!! You are AMAZING!!!! :) <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MISHA!!