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[duriens]

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[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[silusvesuius]

not to be pompous but i like my mind a lot

feeling inspired sorry i feel like i can't shut up for the last 2 days i keep logging in and out saying anythang. but also it's embarrassing when people apologize for posting online in their own space i can't stop thinking about the time i was abt to eat dinner and my brain was on nel/vas steroids mode so i was pacing around my room eating soup thinking about them really hard. i'm realizing tes in general doesn't interest me like at all i'm just a Skajrim head forever maybe i'll draw something from other games but just because i love drawing and dipping characters into my mindset. i don't care about any of the lore in the slightest i was put here to analyze any possible thoughts any sk*rim character might have in any corner of their mind..

[life-winners-liveblog]

(I am so smooth, you might even call me i n k redibly smooth. You must have made an e r r o r, because I can't even d r e a m of an a l t e r n a t i v e u n i v e r s e where I'm not smooth

Honestly even the thought of a world where I'm not as smooth as i am is making me feel b l u e, it's honestly making me have a b a d t i m e =D

Like it's a c l a s s i c story, and so much better than all the u original stories about people who

f e l l in love. )

To answer your question Scar, uh it was octopus goop i think, cus he also got tentacles made of goop that he used for fighting. It's magic goop that can shapeshift.

9.2

Scar: Octopus goop!

Pearl: What in the world is Octopus goop? Octopus don't have goop.

Scar: I don't know but it sounds fun!

Scott: If the goop was caused by eating an apple wouldn't it makes more sense for the goop to be like...apple juice?

Grian: You are suggesting the guy is just walking around covered in apple juice?

Pearl: That sounds foul...and unbearably sticky.

Grian: I don't think apple juice has the viscosity of a goop?

Scar: Dense Apple Juice.

Pearl: Oh gods thats worse.

Scott: Yeah ...

[aphrodite1288]

Idk if you still perceived them as a toxic relationship, I'm the one who thinks that the most healthy thing in a relationship is communication so I really doubt ksoo get enlisted bc he wants to and not telling anyone about it, I mean exo is a thing, his relationship with jongin is other, maybe he didn't tell the other members but Ji is something else in his life plus his dad just died almost a year ago. I kinda understand your point and your theory about ji's depression cus his disease is a fact told by him, but speculate everything is all about ksoo fault its fck toxic. Depression is not something you experienced from one day to another and can be caused by so many accumulated reasons that took years and years to understand and ksoo must know that tho do u think he's that cruel and go to the army without a reason knowing Ji could be really sad about it? Kai must know that before anyone else so he could have time for processing and plans to do tgt but is normal still be fck sad after ksoo left and having therapy is a completely smart thing to do, that doesn't mean they had a huge fight

First of all, all what I said is not my perception, not my opinion, it's what I've been told from everyone: from K-EXOL, to our sources to the insiders who know SM staff or worked in SM and from Exo themselves told about this issue. And guess what? They know better than you. They're closer to him than you would ever be.

Sorry if it can't fit your narratives and feed up your fantasies.

Kadi just like any other couple aren't perfect they have their ups and downs and they certainly have their own flaws. Calling a relationship toxic just by one argument is wrong of you. This is not wonderland I think you should go seek medical help if you think like this.

You're the one calling them Toxic for not having a communication not me!

Ask your parents, I don't think they've never fought in a relationship of 2 decades at least.

I don't know if I'm allowed to share this info, but fuck it, I hate when dumb people who think they know their faves start calling us liars.

Kadi in 2022 in March exactly, they were on a massive fight and had a break again and they even went to Couple Counseling and the old Fans of this Tumblr from the Instagram group know this already. I've seen kadi's name on their Couple Counselor's Chart with their names and IDs, it was a bad thing from that Counselling company as they sold the Info to Sasaengs easily, K-ExoL, when they saw Ji and Ksoo going there frequently alone separately were curious why were they attending couple counseling sessions? Do they have issues with each other or with someone else they know ? And hence they followed them dug into the subject and discovered this and unfortunately the info was leaked. Remember when Ksoo went to Hawaii alone? Well it was during that period of time they were on a break.

Couples fight dear. It's normal ! And most of the couple fights occur because of LACK OF COMMUNICATION.

So yeah ! Expecting a couple in a relationship of 14 years won't have any miscommunication or a fight is so dumb of you. We don't live in Wonderland ! This is life! Have you ever been in a relationship have you watched BLs and Couples movies haven't you seen couples hurting each other and crying and breaking up despite being in love??

, t

So same for Kadi, they can hurt each other, misunderstand each other, Do things to each other, TAKE DECISIONS WITHOUT DISCUSSING IT WITH E/O! Take decisions in a moment of anger ! It's normal it happens and this is what Ksoo did and unfortunately it's true and it was a no-going-back issue becos that's with the government it's military application. He himself regretted it later because he missed many good Movie offers and opportunities at that time, even his managers and SM's production team told him he messed up he acted in a moment of anger at that time, and going on hiatus due to military in the Epitome of his career is a very bad move and he was told that by Veterans and his friends in the industry and he admitted it to movie producers and Management teams in SM, and.it was a famous discussed subject. No idol wants to go on military hiatus when they're on the epitome of their career, but instead until they settle things down first then they go. Because Many idols and actors get a little forgotten and may lose their popularity after military due to the hiatus and some DON'T! which is why you see Baekhyun and all idols always anxious telling their fans "Please don't forget us! Promise you'll be here when I'm back! It won't take a longtime! I'll be back before you know it!" " think of me all the time when I'm absent" and Baekhyun was smart enough and was the very first idol to have filmed Content for his fans to be outed every month it was so smart fans didn't even get to forget him.

So moral of the story: Kadi aren't perfect. And you should know Honey that YOU DON'T KNOW KSOO !! The idea you have on him is not 100% what he really is like! Y'all tend to glorify and shape idols in a perfect mold and put them on a pedestal as Sacred people who don't sin or Do wrong. Honey 😂 your Ksoo Oops isn't a Saint! He makes mistakes!! Remember you're just a fan! You don't know him personally to keep saying he can't do such things and that it's not his character 🤣 blah blah blah who are you? His mother?

Listen I'm just really tired of explaining everything to dumb people here. I don't care anymore, I say the info I have which I didn't create myself, I just report what I've been told and confirmed with Evidence, believe what you want if you don't wanna believe, leave it and leave.

Don't come up here and force your opinion on me, because we're not here discussing opinions, I'm giving you an info most of the time "A FACT" means something that actually happened and was proven to me, so I'm not here discussing it with you wether it happened or not and what you think about it, I don't care what you think , the thing happened years ago and that's on Period. I'm not gonna go back in time to discuss with you how it should have happened.

[spicy-moths]

Entwined

You're welcome, Ender.

Google (Entwined) x GN!Reader | Words: 647

Warnings: bondage, (vague) penetration, oral, dubcon, domming, objectification, overstimulation, forced orgasms

You turn around a corner, and catch the glint of several screens, glitching between blue screens of death and the images of flickering eyes. A main monitor stares you down, a black figure with glowing glasses and a large “G” on his torso. You slowly back up, anxiously texting on your phone as the pile of wires moves closer to you. “G-G-Give pho-o-one-” “...what?” A wire wraps around your wrist, tugging you closer. “Gi-ive.” “Uhm… do I have to?” The figure’s background goes from blue to red, red light flooding the hallway as he begins tightening his wires around you. Your phone is yanked from your grasp, and your pockets are rifled through for other electronics. They wrap around your limbs entirely, tightening and rubbing against your skin. He pulls a moan from your lips as he continues to pull you closer, causing him to pause as he studies you. “Why-y-y nois-se?” He moves his wires again, now with more pressure and intention. You bite your lip to stop the sound, but he seems pleased at the whine he coaxes from you. You feel his wires make their way under your clothes, touching directly against your arousal. A mixture of rough rope-like and smooth rubber textures, sending pleasure up your spine as they squirm under your clothes. “Cu-u-ute lit-t-tle toy-y~” You open your eyes for a moment, catching the sight of his other screens and a plethora of cameras surrounding you, capturing your pleasure from every angle. He moves around from screen to screen, as you see typing and scrolling on one of the nearby screens, eyes too blurry to make out what it says. “In-nterestin-ng…” You hear a vibrating noise, alarming you out of your state of bliss. Your pants are torn off, revealing how you’ve been entwined in his grasp, spotting what looks like a vibrator amongst the tangle of wires. “Le-et me-e in-n-n~”

He holds it up to your lips, making you moan to shove the fake cock in your mouth. The tip hits the back of your throat, choking you and muffling your moans as he begins moving with no mercy, pushing you to your limits. You let out a scream around the vibrator, him removing it once it is thoroughly covered in your saliva. The screen he resides on leans in close, and you swear you spot a smirk in the void that is his figure. “You’re mine.” The clear, non-glitching tone right in your ear is nearly as startling as the vibrator penetrating you. The stretch is intense, and you struggle to relax around the piece of silicone. But as he eases it inside of you, he gradually turns the vibrating to a higher and higher setting, giving you pleasure so painfully hot that your mind numbs at the feeling. “Cum.” His pace is fast and brutal, using your body as a fuck toy for his own amusement. A microphone is nearly shoved into your mouth, capturing your moans and pleads. On a harsh thrust, you cum violently around the toy, the wires tightening around you to keep you in place. For what feels like hours, he finds all of the places on your body that make you react, that make you submit to him, pushing them like buttons on any other piece of tech in his amalgamation.  After your body aches after rounds of pushing you to your limits. He pulls the toy out, letting you breathe and whimper for his mercy, finally. He moves his wires from your points of pleasure, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as the overstimulation finally ends. They remain around your wrists and ankles, holding you closer to the rest of the technological mass.

“Aga-ain, we tr-y-y. La-a-ter-r.”

A groan is the only thing that you can force out, your throat too sore to make a sound any more comprehensible.

“Go-o-od lit-tl-le toy-y-y~”

[coopertroupe]

Reconstitute yourself

Am I...self Monster. ..t.....aim....ush

For sweeps you drifted, a remnant of a being from a forgotten age. What right do you have for existing anymore?

Flashing chaos pops in your...view. Yes, the intake of photons to be translated by a central system of interwoven signal originators and repeaters.

o...cus... e...im..em

This is a task akin to asserting your will on life itself. You are....you. Is....it me? -i...rd.. .................................................

Thoughts, the building block of concepts strike at the vortex. Information. Auto....auto-....auto...mation.... Cause and effect are manifestation. It brings cohesion, clarity, certainty and then will.

I'm..it's...me.

The life river sends you back from whence you came. To be and have will is to claim ownership of the self. There is nothing and no one..for now.

shhhh....huhh....vvvvhhhhhhh

Words do not form so easily as language was lost to you, some time ago. Nothing is known to you besides actualization. "You" turn to get your bearings. Where is this? There is no visibility, only sensation. What kind of being you are is unknown, you have an exterior and it can feel light. You don't know what it is but it does feel like you can move.

"shhhvuhhh"

You don't know why you do that, but maybe its a clue to existence.

[gentil-minou]

YOUR 2521 ASK REPLY, YES TO ALL OF IT. god, this drama could've been top 3 dramas of all time if it wasn't for the ending. never going to forgive them giving us a story about hope and love, and friendship only to end it that way. like you said, if they wanted me to BELIEVE these characters would do this to each other, you shouldn't save it for the last 2 episodes. they were literally not wanting to let go of each other at the bus stop. the writer could've easily fixed the story then. they couldn't be apart or not care about the other that they RAN TO FIND EACH OTHER, CRYING, HOLDING ON TO EACH OTHER, THEY DID NOT WANT TO LET GO. also... when people say its realistic... not for them, it made no sense for them. like you said, they built such an amazing foundation as friends and suddenly they break up and suddenly, they can't ever speak to the other again apparently??? how is that realistic? even if they did break up, u cant convince me heedo and yijin wouldn't have kept in touch. also, heedo carrying yijin everywhere with her, from the rainbow chairs to writing what she did on her daughter's ballet shoes, to her looking like she still feels grief about them not being together. btw idk if you know but they were planning to add a shot of heedo's husband with their daughter when she was younger getting on a bus, and im glad they didnt use it cus where have you even been? the way heedo's face lights up when she talks about him or when her mom mentions him. the way shes constantly saying 'thats life.. nothing lasts forever' god i hate it. like yeah but how do you not remember a trip you took with someone you cared deeply about and also your new friends. for the first time in your life, these were your actual friends. things dont last bc you dont put effort into them anymore, obviously sometimes life gets in the way but we started this show in the time of the pandemic... would've been so nice to see them still connect with each other at the end on video call or something. i knew the show was based off this song about lost love, but i actually thought the writer was way too hopeful with her characters to actually end it on a bad note. i thought it wouldve been the same intentions til the end but the last 2 eps felt like they threw darts to pick an ending. 9/11?? bro come on. anyways sorry this is so long, i have lots of feels about it but ironically i miss the characters so much im on my like 4th rewatch (where i skip older heedo and the last 2 eps) but ngl, it never feels right when i end it there :'(

E X A C T L Y

Literally yes to all of this. None of it made any damn sense and it had to be that the director and writer were telling two different stories. In kdrama land, I think the writer only needs to have the first few scripts ready for the production to pick it up and that's why the director and actors chose it cause those first few eps are like among the best episodes over ever watched. I feel like they starred the drama thinking it would end a certain way and when it didn't the writer didn't want to change her story to adapt to the characters (which to be fair I get that it's her story). It just feels like a major disconnect between the production team and God I will never be okay

[beaglesfoundindumpsters]

Chomp

donde esta la biblioteca? me llamo t bone, la arana discoteca. discoteca, muneca, la biblioteca. es en bigote grande, perro, manteca. manteca, bigote, gigante, pequeno, cabeza es nieve, cervesa es bueno. buenas dias, me gustas papas fritas, bigote de la cabra, es cameron diaz

getting rid of brittaaaa, getting rid of the b (shes a no good b) getting rid of britta, getting rid of the b (shes a gdb)

kingdom class animalia, phylum chordata. the class is mammalia cus boobies, we got em. order is primate, family hominidae, the genus is homo, but you know that youre into me. cause i am in the species, known as sapien, dogs used to eat me, but now they bring the paper in. ITS GOING TO TAKE A LOT TO GET ME AWAY FROM YOUUUUUU THERES NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DOOOOOOOOO I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA (oh bless the rains)

what if you were a jehovahs witness that was merely pretending to be into christmas, gathering clues and blending in to take down the holidays from within? you means like a spy, investigatin? making it seem like im celebrating, when actually im infiltrating santas operation? YOIP. GOING DEEP COVER PAST ENEMY LINES, MAKING EVERYBODY THINK IM ON THE CHRISTMAS SIDE, ROCKING WARM SWEATERS, HANGING BIG ASS LIGHTS, IF THE FAT MAN CAN SEE ME, YO ITS GOTTA LOOK RIGHT. ILL WATCH ALL THE TV SPECIALS THAT I NEVER COULD. ILL EVEN CRY DURING THE SAD ONES LIKE JAMES BOND WOULD. AND WHEN THE BIG NIGHT COMES, ILL SET THE BAIT, COLD MILK, HOT COOKIES, DECORATIVE PLATES! AND HELL COME DOWN THE CHIMINEY AND IT WILL BE JUST HIM AND ME, BUT HE WONT KNOW WERE ENEMIES CUS ILL PLAY SINCERE. BRING A TRAP, LIKE THAT, HUG HIM TIGHT, GET ON HIS LAP, AND TELL HIM HE CAN COME BACK EVERY YEAR. CUS I AM JEHOVAHS MOST SECRET WITNESS, SO I MIGHT HAVE TO DEDICATE MY LIFE TO CHRISTMAS and act just like i love it till the day i dieeee. A B E D. connoseur of christmas. on the spectrum? NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. thoughts too fast to comprehend, just wanna do right, by my friends. if years were seasons, this december would be the december of our december. more blueprints than howard hughs, but if there are blueprints, what do we choose? we have to be happy to get to the end. we HAVE TO SAVE CHRISTMAS TO SAVE OUR FRIENDS. WE HAVE TO SAVE CHRISTMAS TO SAVE OUR FRIENDS, WE HAVE TO SAVE CHRISTMAS TO SAVE OUR FRIENDS!

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15:    123412341234123 234123412341234    2/221073919720733357899776    (0/1677259342285725925376)    (2/1000000000000000)

16:    1234123412341234    1/7958661109946400884391936    (0/43608742899428874059776)    (1/10000000000000000)

all of the numbers that are divisible by 17 sound so absurd. 51? 68? 85? ridiculous. 102? absolutely not. and don't even get me started on 119

[skirtsandsweaters]

resonating with the lyrics to baby one more time by britney spears, prompted by the marìas cover of the song

---

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know

That something wasn’t here

------ how long has it been, when was i first made aware, did i know the consequences of my choices when i made them?

Oh pretty baby, I shouldn’t have let you go

------ let go of e v e r y t h i n g

Cus now you’re out of sight yeah

------ i don't even know what normal looks like, so stranded that i don't remember what it was like to feel like i belong

Show me how you want it to be

------ searching everywhere always for how to be, ears and eyes always open, tell me how to feel, see, hear, love, live

Tell me baby cus i need to know now oh because

------ time's always slipping away, afraid the time of reckoning will arrive and i'll still be lost

My loneliness is killing me

------ plain and simple

And i, i must confess, i still believe

Still believe

------ knowing this will reach its natural conclusion does not lessen the intensity of what i'm feeling

When i’m not with you I lose my mind

------ also quite literal

Give me a sign

------ do u still care, am i on your radar, was that supposed to hurt me, will i ever be your first choice?

Hit me baby one more time

------ braced for impact has turned into just do it already. you're going to anyway so do it now that i'm expecting it. turned from how do i push this away till the last possible second to practically egging on the assault

Oh baby, baby, the reason i breathe is you

------ i'm alive because of you... maybe that's the true cause of this endless resentment

Boy, you got me blinded

------ visibility's decreasing, if doing what i'm supposed to do is physically hurting me, where does that leave me?

Oh baby, baby, there’s nothing that i shouldn’t do

------ no limits, the answer to all questions is yes, pushing back against restrictions has become jumping off a cliff

It’s not the way i planned it

------ yeah i didn't plan it, going with the flow's all fine and dandy until you're led into harsh waters

…

I’m not that innocent, baby

------ speaks for itself, i guess, my innocence is roadkill

[bpdsinclair]

ummm wow if you're gonna be like that.... i SAID no hard feelings so obviously you didn't have to be a dick about it. fuck you. obviously it effects you since you're pissing and crying your pants about it

i ha ve a an anxie ty dis order that causes me to not be able to type straigth actually yiou r'e bei ng incredibly ableist rigt now,,,

al so callin my the me ug ly is kinda of misandris t because i 'm a fe min ine boy w hou ses being cu te to cop e so :/

[jessiewang803]

How does social media increase perfectionism?

During the course of the research documented in my previous blogs, I focused more on the influence of gender in the media. Now I'm almost halfway through the research process, so I'm going to expand on some aspects next. Shifting from gender alone to the influence of all humans, social media is subtly increasing perfectionism in everyone.

Perfectionism is only amplified when people are constantly comparing their lives to those of others through social media. Social media software builds an online world. And there is no barrier to living in an online world. This means you may meet all kinds of humans in social media software. Users who choose to display their personalities in social software are scrutinized or judged by different people around the world. But humans are separate individuals. Thoughts, aesthetics and preferences will not be identical. So in this online world, where the right to freedom is higher, speech cannot be considered completely controlled.

Excessive perfectionism is spawned when one is in an environment where everything is very demanding. I read a journal article suggesting mediating effects using Instagram as an example.Sydney Margaret O. Cu, Kim Elizabeth M. De Jesus, Nicole Therese S. Go, Keena Tracy F. Lim, Chloe Louise C. Say in “Worried about being imperfect? The mediating effect of physical appearance perfectionism between Instagram addiction and body esteem” argued that increased appearance perfectionism may be caused by Instagram addiction after people cognitively internalize physical attractiveness standards. This ultimately leads to lower physical fitness (2022, para. 8). Using social media software daily to view carefully processed content can make one's perfectionism higher. When physical self-esteem is lowered, emotions such as easy anxiety follow.

The impact from social media is not a direct effect. In the digital age where humans use social media on a daily basis, internalization is subliminally changing one's perception. After examining how humans are induced into perfectionism by social media software, it is important to continue to analyze the effects of social media in conjunction with other aspects of social media in order to make the research progress smoother.

Reference:

Simon, P. D., Cu, S. M., De Jesus, K. E., Go, N. T., Lim, K. T., & Say, C. L. (2022). Worried about being imperfect? the mediating effect of physical appearance perfectionism between Instagram addiction and Body Esteem. Personality and Individual Differences, 186, 111346. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.paid.2021.111346

[fuckyeahdwarffortress]

Can you tell me how to get started with dorf fortress? Like, how to get into it. I am thinking to try it but. I am bad at video games and i am worried it may be overwhelming given its complexity.

This ask came in on August the 8th, 2022, and I would first and foremost like to humbly and deeply apologise for my tardiness in getting around to answering you.

I've been asked this question a lot over the years. I had been going back and forward and umm-ing and ahh-ing at a few details - generating a brand new world, taking screenshots, being as to-the-point as I could. What you see above is about the tenth iteration of the work, and this will probably be the twelfth or so.

Here is the general setup for a successful Fortress:

Create a Small to Medium World.

Select Very Short to Short History.

High Civilizations are a must.

High to Very High Sites to keep things interesting.

Medium Number of Beasts so you won't starve.

Low to Very Low Natural Savagery so you don't get killed by Elephants.

Frequent to Everywhere Mineral Occurrence so you're never short on metals.

Settle in a Mountain tile.

In the preview, make sure you're next to a river.

Make sure when you examine the area, there's no Aquifier.

Check the Temperature, and make sure it's either "Warm" or "Hot".

[e]mbark!

Make sure you [d]esignate some Dwarfs to cu[t] down some trees.

[b]uild [w]orkshop fis[h]ery, two of them, next to your river.

[d]esignate a Dwarf to [d]ig up the stone to lay your foundations.

Every step I just listed is the quintessential "How to play Dwarf Fortress". In fact, if anybody wants to play Dwarf Fortress, this is all you need to follow - this, and the Wiki. You can reach it by going to the official Dwarf Fortress wiki, or use the In-Game Help menu by pressing [?] at any time during your gameplay to figure out the basics.

After writing all of this, I asked the community - mostly because I felt it was far too dry. This was pretty rough content, not at all interesting, and while helpful to most, it can be difficult to go into DF by rote instruction. Amongst them was my original suggestion: Watching Vargskelethor's Dwarf Fortress playthrough.

Some other suggestions from the wonderful community:

Use a "Lazy Newb" pack, such as PeridexisErrant's DF Starter Pack. These packs are tailor-made for newcomers into Dwarf Fortress, allowing for quick setup, texture packs, and a great deal of utilities.

Use the Dwarf Fortress Wiki's "Quickstart Guide". In fact, just use the Dwarf Fortress wiki in general! The whole wiki is tied to the game itself, so you can find it via the [?] Help! menu.

Use DFHack. DFHack, or Dwarf Fortress Hack, provides you with a console that runs detached from Dwarf Fotress, one that allows you to input commands to modify the game. It automates quite a fair few features for you, making the gameplay far easier.

Watch Let's Play's, Let's Learn's, or read some Dwarf Fortress stories. They're all excellent ways to learn the game - as mentioned previously, I personally figured it out watching Vargskelethor's Dwarf Fortress playthrough.

This covers basically everything you need to know. Everything relevant ends roughly here. This is the definitive, mechanical guide of starting Dwarf Fortress.

If you would not mind, however, I ask you to not leave yet. I have a story to tell you.

This is how to play Dwarf Fortress.

If you've made it to the end, this work was heavily inspired by what initially caused me to be interested in Dwarf Fortress: the Quantum Artefact known as Planepacked.

I came across this whilst looking for video game glitches to laugh at during a moment of deep depression in 2012. Shortly after reading about this ludicrous artefact, and all it's unique, inter-locking, self-referential stacks of history, I found the story of Boatmurdered, which made me laugh myself deep into the school nights.

This year marks my 10th year of playing Dwarf Fortress, and it also coincides with the premium release of Dwarf Fortress on Steam. I joined this little page after my endeavours with speedrunning Dwarf Fortress in 2016 came to a crashing halt after my ambitions got the better of me, and I wrongfully stepped out of line with another member in the speedrunning community.

I only contributed little commentary, but have been continually impressed and proud of the tumblr Dwarf Fortress community - from its incredible artworks I've always wanted to join in on, to the sheer volume of incredible Fortress Stories, to trying to help with complex and complicated problems I felt only I could solve.

This answer has taken a colossally long time to complete as I could not answer it with good faith until I felt all grounds had been absolutely covered, and all possibilities explored - not because Dwarf Fortress is a hard game to play, but it is very, very hard to get into, and get people into.

Thank you, if you've made it this far, for reading over my story, and checking out my guide.

Love, always,

Mod %

[hannah-the-red-head]

A Third Submission to the Imagines Society”

(League of villains meets an Autistic child with a quirk that is the definition of too good for this world and then some)

You were a tiny thing when Twice, Toga and Magne stumbled across you at the park, staring intently at what looked like your shoes with your back turned.

Magne summarized that you were most likely around 5 or 6 years old based on the kindergarten uniform you wore, the adorable hat hanging on your back while your (h/l), (h/s) (h/c) was out and about. Usually, the tree would lose interest after a while and go about their merry way.

But there was something about you that made them stay, Toga’s curiosity getting the best of her as she skipped over to where you were on your knees, she then peeked over a shoulder to see you staring in awe at butterfly that was softly moving it’s wings while resting on the petals of a blossom planted in the nearby garden.

It was one that she had never seen before, well at least in real life, but the sandy blonde remembered that she had once seen it on the internet somewhere.

It was a monarch butterfly, and last she or anyone else knew, the species were hanging by a thread and close to extinction over the last 56 years. She had admit that the pictures were close to nothing compared to the real thing as Toga watched with starry eyes at how the orange colors splashed with black and white glowed in the sunlight.

Magne herself, followed by Twice then decided to follow toga’s lead when she began to giggle like an actual schoolgirl instead of the blood obsessed vampire they knew and loved. The two peeking at the sight of both you and Toga being the surprising perches of a collection of what looked to be more Monarch butterflies that seemingly appeared out of no where.

And one of them was perched right on the tip of Toga’s nose.

Meanwhile, you had taken notice that you had a butterfly watching buddy the second you felt her crouched down next to you, your glowing (e/c) eyes staring at her with curiosity before deciding that she was interesting enough for you to deem her harmless, despite not knowing the truth.

Because in your young and innocent head, anyone that appreciated butterflies as much as you did was a good person and/or possible friend in your book.

She looked at you when she felt your eyes on her and gave you a big smile, which from what you learned meant that she was happy. So that meant that she likes you too. You smiled widely back and a series of bright rainbow colored balls of light lifted themselves off your little form, your quirk creating more butterflies from them while your new friend’s eyes sparkled.

Your quirk was called Wonder, the specialist who gave it that name having been inspired by the same emotion felt after witnessing you use your quirk at first hand to bring a rat back to life after it had been killed by a mousetrap, and later on when they returned back to the room to see that it had been filled with butterflies flying beautifully above them.

Nowadays, you mainly used your quirk to create butterflies.

Why?

Because butterflies made you happy, they made you calm, they took your worries away... and watching them was akin to what your therapist at the orphanage called stimming, your hand movements if you easily became overwhelmed resembling a butterfly flapping it’s delicate wings.

You were also fond of anything that felt like the texture closest to what you thought butterfly wings looked. However, this obsession was also the reason why your were ostracized by the other children, ignored completely by them at the worst despite how hard the workers at the orphanage tried to explain what your condition was.

You didn’t understand why the workers had the need to get the other kids to like you, if you wanted friends, you’d get some yourself on your own.

And you never understood why you had to take speech therapy, wasn’t writing in your notebook enough? You hated loud noises, they scared away things, things that are... nice.

Things like butterflies and rats and rabbits and deer, which meant that you couldn’t appreciate them anymore if they left.

So, why was there a need to make noise or let alone talk? You could never control how loud your voice was anyways. You didn’t care about how sometimes you overheard the caretakers at the orphanage whispered things about how alien you acted.

Which led to where you were now, little you having completely forgotten that you were separated from the other children heading back towards the orphanage after school had finished when you eyes spotted a flower that looked familiar until your quirk manifested the butterfly.

They sounded as if you were broken as a human.

When in reality you weren’t, you weren’t broken and needed to be fixed. At first it made you believe those words, but the moments where your eyes caught onto anything relating to those paper thin wings that radiated with the colors of the rainbow, you’re mind went to an alternate world where those who spoke about your strangeness were nonexistent.

It was then that you remembered seeing the same flower from the picture book at your school, the pink and green flora being the type of chosen roost for the orange, white and black insect to rest on if they got tired.

You never knew how much time passed when you felt your new friend’s presence near you until you turned around silently to see a schoolgirl older than your smiling peacefully at your creation, who then smiled at you.

Smiles meant something good, right?

Your quirk activated instinctually, your subconscious telling you to make your friend happy again by creating more things that made her happy, like how butterflies made you happy. You watched as the manifested insects flew over to the girl and rested on her shoulders, two nestled on the wild hair of her twin buns and one on her nose, the sensation of it’s delicate wings tickling her skin bringing a giggle out of her.

You copied her, giggling as well as you knew that laughing is what friends did. The exchange between you two led to a pair of others appearing behind your friend, the both of them watching in awe at how gentle you were.

Meanwhile in their perspective, Twice and big sis Magne were in awe.

This was a side of Toga that the pair had never seen before, so their interest in you grew steadily as they approached you both, seeing that the number of butterflies had grown the closer the became, the same orbs of light appearing to change into other species before the skies above the park had clouds of multicolored wings flying above like a piece of artwork created by nature.

It felt like a blessing to witness a sight like this, a much desired peace accomplished after so many months of being on the run from heroes and the police.

Twice jumped up and began to comically twirl about among the flocks of winged bugs, his splitting personalities having been silenced by the Nirvana he felt surrounding him, only stopping when he heard a few giggles left your mouth while you tried to keep up with him and Toga’s free styling dances without a care in the world.

The four of you not caring that you were getting strange looks and even scowls from those who crossed your paths in order to get a better look at the butterflies conjured by your beautiful quirk.

By the time the sun had set, you and your new friends had collapsed onto the grass, laughing in between breaths from all the fun you shared in those hours of innocent fun.

And you were the one to give that sense of childhood purity of fun back to them without realizing it. In your mind, you were happy that you had finally made friends by yourself as with a kick of your short legs you sat up and turned to the one closest to you, a tall woman with sunglasses and short hair the other two called “Big Sis Mag”.

You poked her cheek and she turned her face towards yours. Taking a deep breath, you decided to try something new that you hadn’t done or were comfortable with.

You: (Yy...yourrr n....nnamme!).... (Your Name)!

It was hard at first, being silent for most of your childhood being the reason as to why you sounded like a newborn attempting to say their first word. But the pride you felt as you pointed to yourself when you said your name clearly on the second try was amazing.

“Big Sis’” eyebrows shot up in surprise, and you understood why she was shocked as the only noises you made were giggles and squeals.

You: (Your name)!.... B-big sissy... Mmmmmag! Fr...friends! T-t-too...Toga! Fri..ends! Twi...Twice! Friends!

All three had unknown expressions present while you gave them a wide toothy grin that you had never given anyone except for your mama.

Twice: I think I’m gonna cry.... No, I’m not! Grow a pair!

Twice cartoonishly wept through his mask, tears that would only exist within an Animé pouring from the eyes of his black and grey mask before stopping almost immediately, his face changing to that of a stoic man drawn in comic books.

Toga just smiled at Twice, before a weak tug on her cardigan pulled her attentions to you, your arms held out wide and with an excited glow to you. You always remembered the warmth your mother’s hugs were growing up, how safe and loved you felt when your adorable self tackled her leg in a weak koala hug before she pulled you into her own arms.

Toga: Oh does (y/n)-chan want a hug?

You nodded and tackled the blonde, arms wrapped around her neck with you cheek pressed against hers, something your mother called “cuddle bumps” as you hated it when someone kissed you.

You: C-cu-cuddle bu-bumps!

Twice: I want cuddle bumps! No, I don’t that’s weird!

You nuzzled your cheek against hers, the teenage girl internally squealing and hugging you back as she was overcome with a sense of some maternal need to protect you and the light your little self emanated, both figuratively and literally as your quirk caused you to glow a warm pink color.

Toga playfully stuck out her tongue towards him, when an idea came to her.

—————

Shigaraki: And the most logical thing that you could ever think of in that moment.... was to bring this brat home?!

Toga’s cheeks puffed up as she hugged your little form from behind while you fiddled with your quirk, a manifested butterfly perched in the palm of your hand. You loved the feeling of your big sister’s soft cardigan as she hugged you.

Toga: Of course, Shiggy! I mean they’re an orphan left behind by those “caretakers”, we even waited to see if anyone would come looking.

Twice: Yeah, it was so nerve wracking! I was bored beyond belief....

Shigaraki let out an aggravated sigh, knowing that you had wormed your way into the hearts of the most in the league, Dabi being the first to cave when you used your quirk to soothe the pain in his burnt skin. He didn’t know why, but the fire quirk user’s eyes softened when you gazed up at his skin and your smile faded, a look of genuine worry that he possibly never experienced in some time as your tiny hand went up to hold his hand with the both of yours.

The rest of the already shocked league watching as an aura glowed from your small form, the glow then moving up your arms and finally covering Dabi in the glow before then pulling away into orbs that popped like soap bubbles filled with fireflies.

Dabi reacted in a way that not even he could describe as all the unbearable burning pain his scars brought him disappeared, a strange surge of.... calm washed over him.

It was the kind of calm that one would feel when a powerful storm dissipates, allowing the warm sun to bathe the earth once again. 

And it was the type of calm that brought a heavy exhale out of Dabi, almost as if he had finally learned to breathe, tears falling down his cheeks and startling him, a hand shooting up to touch his wet face and pulling it away to see what was falling from his eyes.

This... made the tears fall harder.

Dabi had long forgotten what it felt like to cry actual salt water tears instead of blood. A relieved upwards tilt pulled at his lips as he fell to his knees before you, no words exchanged, just glances and a gentle grip of your joined hands.

You: No pain?

Your concern overweighed your struggling speech, your free hand raising up to hover next to his cheek. He chuckled softly, allowing you to place your hands onto his face.

Dabi: No pain. All better.

Your quirk was befitting for such a gentle, caring and kind being as you.

To put it simply, you could restore a person’s injuries, negative outlook on life due to traumatic experiences, and even their lost sense of morality via through your touch, being in your presence, or even by witnessing your creations first hand.

This was your power, a quirk that purified the evil living within this cruel world.

You could literally restore a person or persons lost sense of morality, your quirk changing a sociopathic killer into a saint seeking redemption just by spending an hour with you. 

Your quirk also allowed you to heal any kind of wound or cure any illness, it could even replace missing limbs and the like as long as you kept your focus.

And it was meant to be protected.

Which is why you were taken into the protection of the league of villains, the only group of people who were the first to actually care for you after your mama’s passing, and didn’t speak badly of you or your condition.

Because they didn’t mind that you were autistic, they didn’t see you as broken or wrong. How did you know that they didn’t ostracize you?

They told you.

Twice: You, broken? Ha, that’s fresh! At least you don’t have more than one voice in your head...

Toga: My quirk needs me to drink the blood of the person i’m going to transform into in order for it to work, and because of that, I was pushed away by everyone for how creepy it made me look.

Magne: Anyone would be proud to call you their kid with a drop of a hat. So what if your special needs, it doesn’t make you any less human, sweetie.

Dabi didn’t say anything when you asked, in your broken speech, if you were broken. Instead, he just ruffled your hair and let you wear his jacket all day.

Compress: This world is filled with imperfections, but who is to say that imperfections are ugly and unwanted. To me, imperfections are where true beauty lies as it shows that despite their flaws, they try again and again to make themselves better.

Spinner: Kid, I am a walking talking lizard with pink hair and a desire to follow Stain’s path to create a society where only those who embody the traits of true heroes like All Might are allowed to become heroes.

You didn’t know how to react as he continued.

Spinner: If anything, you are the most normal out of all of us, so don’t go hating on yourself because you’re brain is wired differently. You’re perfect just the way you are.

Magne: Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say, Spinner!

Spinner: BIG SIS MAGNE?!?! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?!

Toga: Enough to know that you give the best pep talks!~

[zotheweirdo]

MY BABY >:( I SHALL PROTECT MY CHILD

G E T T H A T H O E

WHY DOES SOVI LOOK SO FUCKING GOOFY IN THAT PHOTO- NAH CUS IMAGINE SIMPING FOR THIS OLD HAG 🤣 I BET UR DADDY HAD BETTER HAIRCUTS THAN THAT- 🤣🤣🤣

"navier is so immature." "i gotta agree with sovi, her sending cards to a neighboring kingdom could've caused rumors" "she never did a single thing about slavery" "she doesn't care about slaves" "rashta's better"

GIRL- UR ALL JUST MAD LITTLE HATERS THAT KNOW SHE CAN BRING U TO YOUR KNEES WITH A SINGLE FLICK "rashta's better, shes the actual victim" MAN FUCK RASHTA. SHE PROBABLY BELIEVES THAT CHOCOLATE MILK COMES FROM BROWN COWS-

"the remarried empress fandom is so misogynistic towards rashta, bcus she acts all cute in front of the emperor why can heinry do that to navier but not rashta to sovieshu?!"

CUS HEINRY AND NAVIER'S RELATIONSHIP HAS ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THAT- HE DOESN'T BURST OUT IN CROCADILE TEARS WHENEVER HE CANT GET WHAT HE WANTS..UNLIKE SOMEONE..

PLUS HEINRY IS ACTUALLY SHY TOWARDS NAVIER BCUS HE FEELS THE AFFECTION THAT HE NEVER KNEW HE CAN EXPERIENCE >:(