#do I give off brazilian vibes?

[nardo-headcanons]

are you brazilian?

i am not

[darlingletters]

hard to believe lh44

lewis hamilton x angolan!reader (actress)

in which no one believes that lewis hamilton is dating y/n y/l/n after he hard launches their relationship.

warnings: fluff, relationships, kissing, dancing close together, some spelling mistakes, my spelling in portuguese is horrendous so let me know if there’s any mistakes (I didn’t use google translate cause it’s the brazilian version), lemme know if I missed anything else.

an: I put my favourite love song in this, I didn’t even mean to but I think it matches perfectly with the vibe of the plot. hope my angolan girlies enjoy and if there’s anything I need to change, let me know 🤍

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user IS THAT Y/N Y/L/N

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“WHY DOES NO ONE BELIEVE YOU?” she asks confused as she looks over the comments on lewis’ recent post. she hadn’t seen it until now and only now had the chance to like it.

“I wouldn’t believe me either love, you are way to beautiful.” he says casually as he settles down next to her, placing his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“that’s stupid.” she says softly, her accent coming out slightly when saying the word ‘stupid’, making lewis smile at her lovingly. “I’ll make a post.” she states firmly, already going to make a post on instagram.

“not right now.” he says calmly, softly laughing as he takes her phone out her hands and sets it down on the coffee table. “right now we are having date night and we aren’t going let anything distract us, so do it in the morning.” he tells her with a smile as he grabs the remote and popcorn and settles it on his lap as she leans her head against his shoulder.

“fine, but in the morning, I am making a post because people thinking you couldn’t have a chance dating me is ridiculous.” she says, her tone still a little irritated from reading the comments.

he chuckles slightly as he lifts her chin to look up at him and kisses her softly, “thank you for being so protective love, but I don’t need it.” he leans his forehead against hers.

“doesn’t matter, I’ll do it anyway.” her frown changing to a smile at the tenderness of the moment. “I love you.” she whispers to him, almost like she hasn’t told hundreds of times.

“I love you too gorgeous.” he whispers back.

“does that mean you’ll finally let me teach you to dance kizomba?” she says hopeful, looking at him with pleading eyes.

he throws his head back in laughter, “you don’t give do you?” he says smiling as he looks back down at her. “fine, I give up, I’ll let you teach me.” he agrees, her smile only growing wider as she stands up quickly and she runs to get her speaker making him groan. “baby, not now.” he says, letting his head fall back on the coach.

“yes now, because then you’ll back out of it. now up you get.” she says setting the speaker up and looking though her song collection on spotify as she picks a song. “we’ll start off easy, a nice slow kizomba.” she smiles as the song ‘loucos’ by matias damásio and héber marques starts playing.

she slowly teaches him the steps. she leads the dance and makes sure he has his hands and feet in the right position.

after a few minutes of trying again and again, he manages to get the steps right and they are moving around the living room to the song as they look at each other without speaking.

he spins her around making her giggle softly which places a wide grin on his face as they go back to the close proximity they were once in and continue moving to the beat of the music.

“you’re getting good.” she whispered to him and she places her forehead against his.

“got a good teacher.” he smiles.

“eu estou tão apaixonada por te, eu acho que tu nem entendes.” she whispers to him in portuguese, making his grin grow wider as he looks at her. (I am so in love with you, I don’t think you understand.)

he hums softly, “I am not exactly sure what you said, but I am pretty sure my response is, I love you too.” he whispers back as he kisses her cheek making her blush.

“és o amor da minha vida.” she tells him with complete certainty. (you are the love of my life.)

“ah, now that I do know and my love, you are also the love of my life. more then you can imagine.” he speaks with the same tone she did whilst looking at her like she hung the moon and the stars.

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[threeacttragedy]

Entry 9: The One Where You Choose Your Own Brazilian Adventure

My planned post – the “In Dedication of JVN” one where I fangirl over Jonathan Van Ness and what a fun and interesting piece of the Lukola puzzle he is – was derailed today because I was once again asked about Brazil. Well, more specifically, I was asked about whether I thought we were ever going to get those steamy, hopefully X-rated pictures, from Brazil. There’s pictures?!

In truth, I thought we’d collectively squeezed that grapefruit dry and left the rind somewhere between Italy and the Glamour Awards.

Alas, here I am writing about Brazil.

It’s funny because I’ve never thought much about Brazil. I know, I know! How could I possibly type those words without my nose growing six inches in front of my face? Well, it’s because it was always Australia that intrigued me. More on that later…

So why exactly do we believe there are pictures from Brazil? And, why do we think they are going to prove some kind of hot affair between Luke and Nicola? This theory is likely fueled by rumor; rumor born from how Luke and Nicola behaved towards each other while they were in Brazil.

I thought it would be fun to play a little game of “Choose Your Own Adventure” to determine if we’re ever going to see these alleged pictures. And, yes, I will be a very sarcastic bitch when doing this.

Before I start, though, I want to give a quick shout out to my dear friend, whom I shall call The-One-Who-Drops-Random-Pics-Into-Our-Group-Chat-and-Lets-Us-Sweat-Over-Them-for-Atleast-Three-Minutes-Before-Finally-Explaining-Them. She was a wealth of information about Brazil and even had a nice mother-daughter chat with me about the significance of a clean-shaven face (pardon me for never having dated a bearded man, which is odd because I find facial hair quite attractive).

Now, gather ‘round and I shall give you a little prologue to our adventure!

I’m sure most of you already know all about Brazil. In fact, many of you are probably self-described experts at this point. But, for those who are new here, let me go ahead and light the candles and set the ambiance for you. 

On May 19, Luke and Nicola were shuttled off to do their beach photoshoot in Brazil. You know, the one where Nicola was walking the dogs; Luke was strumming the guitar; Nicola was being all girlfriend-like fixing Luke’s jacket; Luke was gazing up at Nicola at the pub while she was touching his neck; and then there was that moment when we all thought they might kiss. Yeah, all that plus Luke’s scruffy face from the week prior suddenly appeared clean-shaven. Apparently, you can never be too “Casual” when you’re headed down south (pun intended – as was that Chappell Roan reference). And, about now is where I’ll “insert disclaimer that this is speculation only.”

The following day, we had the actual premiere. I’m not sure what those two were up to before the premiere but both were un-fucking-hinged by the time they made it to the red carpet. We had angel-face Nicola looking up at Luke like he had created the universe and Luke answering Nicola’s Little Red Riding Hood vibe with one sexy ass Big Bad Wolf persona. I mean, the bits and bobs that came out of Luke’s mouth that day! “There’s a carriage downstairs.” “I mean, in this heat, all I’m thinking about is when we didn’t have to wear clothes ‘cos that would be quite nice right now.” “I mean the show is proof that it is [okay to kiss your friends].” With Nicola whispering back, “This is true.” Then there was Luke taking that mic without taking his eyes off Nicola. We had Luke helping Nicola put on her bracelets because – God forbid! – she let go of him for 30 seconds to do it her fucking self. And, let’s not forget about the two of them holding on to each other behind that woman’s back (I’m sorry, I don’t recall her name and I’m too lazy to look it up – mainly, because I’m certain most of you don’t really care about that other woman).

We were also given snippets of Luke and Nicola at the premiere afterparty, looking like two people who, at a minimum, enjoyed each other’s company. They greeted fans outside the venue and, as they walked away together, Nicola seemingly put her hand on Luke’s lower back as if to guide him in the right direction (go ahead – let your imagination run wild – it’s a great opening for a FanFic).

Then, throw in the beach walk with the giant security guard; the interview where Nicola was wearing the fluffy pink skirt and the two of them talked about Chappell Roan’s “Kaleidoscope” (seriously, those two were listening to that song together?); Nicola couldn’t stop giggling about the “meat” of the Carriage Scene; and Luke appeared perhaps a smidge too interested in Nicola’s answer about what she looks for in a man (which fit perfectly into Luke’s “Like, how nice is it when someone notices, like, your kindness or your sense of humor?”). And, we can’t ignore them seemingly sharing a tea cup and Luke reaching for Nicola’s spoon after she’d sampled a dish. Don’t even get me started on over-analyzing Luke’s “manspread” that day.

Let’s also not forget about the rumor portion of this Brazilian escapade – because that is what fuels the sexy hot pictures theory and the central plot of our storied adventure.

Rumor has it Luke and Nicola spent a lot of time with each other in Brazil.

By themselves.

In one or the other’s room.

On the beach.

By the pool.

There were also rumors of them making out in the hotel hallway.

The only evidence we have of any “alone time” are some pictures that were dumped on X of them dining together alone, without any other members of their team.

Now that the backdrop has been set, let’s go on my little adventure.

During the summer between my 7th and 8th grade years, I was bored out of my mind. I grew up in the countryside. No neighbors. No sidewalks. No cable! Just fields, wooded areas, and my two sisters, both of whom had no interest in entertaining me that summer. My mother suggested I read. After boredom had dug itself so far into my being that I was left with no choice but to read, I finally ventured over to the bookshelf and grabbed the thinnest book I could find. It was a “Choose Your Own Adventure.”

If you don’t know what a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book is, then you (and your children) are missing out. Basically, you play the role of the protagonist and make choices to determine the outcome of your story. Sometimes you make the right choice and survive; other times you make the wrong choice and get turned into a little mouse that may or may not be eaten by a cat.

Here we go.

As the protagonist of our story, you are:

THE EMPLOYEE

You’re an employee of the hotel Nicola and Luke stayed at while in Brazil. You have sworn to maintain the privacy of hotel guests; you’ve signed a non-disclosure agreement of sorts to protect the privacy of guests, especially since you have access to VIP areas. You can be a housekeeper, a watchman, a concierge, a seven-foot-tall security guard, whatever tickles your fancy. Doesn’t matter – you’re all bound by the same provisions to protect the privacy of the hotel’s guests. But, in this story, let’s say you’re the housekeeper because – what’s that old saying – the only person who knows everything going on in the house is the maid?

You’re cleaning Nicola’s room and you find lots of signs of a man being in the room. In fact, you find a coat that looks exactly like the one Luke was wearing the night of the premiere. Oh my. As you’re leaving, you see two people making out in the hallway – headed straight towards the room you’re just leaving!  It looks like Nicola and Luke. What do you do?

Choice A: Well, you’re a pervy housekeeper so you pull your phone out and start taking pictures. I mean, those two are so into each other, they don’t even notice. You then run and play show-and-tell with your friends because you can’t keep a damn secret. Unfortunately for you, that gossip spreads faster than lice in a preschool, and hotel management tracks your ass down because, guess what, your friends can’t keep a secret either. So, congratulations on being fired. You’re meeting with the lawyers is first thing in the morning. Oh, we also need your phone and the names of all your friends.

Choice B: You respect the privacy of Nicola and Luke and simply turn and walk the opposite direction. Taking photos of them never even crossed your mind! But, damn, what a good story to tell your bestie when you get home, even if you don’t have “receipts.”

THE VIP GUEST

You’re a random guest staying at the hotel. In fact, you’re a random VIP guest staying on the same floor as Nicola and Luke. When you checked in, you signed a non-disclosure agreement. I mean, you want your privacy protected, too! And, heck, NDAs are thrown out like candy these days. You’ve seen so many at this point, you don’t even bother to read them.

You take the elevator up to your floor and, as you step into the hallway, you’re confronted with – goddammit, there’s two motherfuckers all over each other! The guy is trying to slide his key into the door, but the woman’s dress is so awkwardly large, he can’t seem to find the right slot! You realize the people look a lot like those two stars from Bridgerton, and your best friend, Effie, is a huge fan! What do you do?

Choice A: You can’t believe Effie is missing out on this excitement so, of course, you pull your phone out and start taking pictures!! I mean, that NDA you signed didn’t even cross your mind three minutes later when you were forwarding the pictures to Effie! And, because you can’t control what Effie does, she forwards the pictures to all her Bridgie buddies. The next morning you awaken to find the pictures all over X. Oopsie. You feel slightly guilty, and a bit peeved at Effie – but only until you’ve had your morning coffee.

Choice B: You take people’s privacy very seriously. Well, maybe you don’t take it that seriously, but it would be too difficult to dig your phone out of your handbag to take pictures. And, to be honest, Effie is the huge fan, not you. Plus, it seems the guy finally got that door open and damn, based on the sounds of it, he's unlocked something magical. Oh well. You’ll call Effie in the morning to tell her your story, if you remember it.

THE RANDOM STRANGER

You’re a random stranger taking an evening stroll along the beach. You love the sound of the ocean. It’s so peaceful…the sound of the waves… Ugh, what is that noise?! It sounds like – shit, it is! – two people snogging in a cabana about 10 yards away from you. Wait a minute – is that? Yeah, you think it could be! I mean, you were just at the Bridgerton premiere last night! What do you do? Without hesitation, you pull out your phone!

Choice A: You creep behind an umbrella and zoom in as close as possible with your camera! I mean, shite! You can’t believe this! How long have you been filming?  Probably longer than necessary but who cares? Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you, perhaps a seven-foot-tall presence, and you slowly turn around. Fuck! Who’s this guy?! He takes your phone, drops it to the ground, and stomps on it, shattering its insides.  Asshole.  You bend down to pick up the phone, but the man taps your shoulder and shakes his head, “No.” Well, umm, yeah, I guess you best be leaving.

Choice B: You use your camera to zoom in on the couple. Snap! Snap! Snap! Then you get the FUCK OUT OF THERE! You tell yourself you don’t look suspicious at all, even though you’re practically running and your heart is about to pound its way out of your chest! Oh, thank God, you’ve made it to your car. You start it up and, like I said, YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE! You get home and take a look at the photos! Goldmine! So, should you drop them on X? Maybe be a little see-you-next-Tuesday and try to sell them to Nicola or Luke’s teams? But, hell, you don’t even know where to start with that! Or, should you just pocket them for your own pleasure? You tell me….

The End.

Yes, I am absolutely being a facetious little ass! The above scenarios were for (the most part) my own entertainment. I mean, there are so many situations where these alleged pictures could exist (these playful ones don’t even scratch the surface). But, do the pictures exist?

If we’re being logical here, you would think that, if anyone in the general public were in possession of these alleged sexy-time pictures of Luke and Nicola, or had seen them, it would be all over social media at this point. I mean, ALL OVER. So, what can we deduce from the fact that they aren’t?

That the pictures probably don’t exist. Don’t shoot the messenger! Seriously, watch where you point that thing!

But, let’s say pictures did exist. Who is the most likely person to dump them on, say, X? The hotel employee, the VIP guest, or the random stranger? I would place money on the random stranger, followed by the VIP guest. The hotel employee, who probably has the most access to VIP guests but the strongest legal barriers, would be the least likely to photo dump. What is the likelihood that someone from one of these three groups – for example, a random stranger – (a) had pictures of Luke and Nicola, (b) didn’t drop them on social media, and/or (c) didn’t share them with someone who dropped them on social media?

I’m all for a good conspiracy theory but I find this one to be a hard pill to swallow.

Maybe one person can act as a lockbox for this kind of secret, but when you start including more people, the ability to keep something (like illicit photographs of two celebrities) out of the public eye diminishes rapidly.

Remember what Benjamin Franklin said, “Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”

Unfortunately, this quote is incredibly accurate. The general public cannot keep secrets.

If the pictures exist, they are most likely in the possession of Luke and/or Nicola’s team (of lawyers). So, unless they’re going to sneak them on to X for giggles (I mean, it’s been known to happen), you’re probably never going to see them – and that’s assuming they even exist.

However, if you’re the housekeeper from our first adventure and you happen to have some candid photographs you’re just dying to share, just find yourself a printer – one that cannot easily be linked back to you – and print them out. Then, “accidently” drop them at the feet of someone who knows exactly what they are, and then give them enough time to take their own photos of them and send them to their best friend’s brother’s sister-in-law’s third cousin’s wife’s neighbor, who could drop them on X for us. I mean, you should be golden with seven degrees of separation.

[wagconts]

𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿! 𝗙𝗲𝗺!

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: where you and Medina are always getting on each other's nerves.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: mention of Tati and João (sometimes referred to as Chumbo/Chumbinho), two Brazilian surfers.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 1.250k

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: English isn't my first language; I write my stories in my native language and translate them with the help of translators. So, if anything's confusing, I'm sorry! Sometimes it might be a local slang.

─ Another one for the collection! ─ Medina plopped down next to me.

Gabriel showed me a Polaroid he had just snapped of me while I was distracted, messing around on my phone. I looked at him again, and he had a grin from ear to ear.

─ Seriously? When are you gonna stop taking random Polaroids of me? ─ I asked.

─ Only when my film runs out. And sorry to break it to you, but I just loaded a fresh roll before we came here.

I sighed. Coming to Paris was amazing, like a dream come true. Representing my country in the sport I love, the one I’ve dedicated my entire life to perfecting, was a total win.

This was my second Olympics. I didn’t even make it to the podium in Tokyo, but this time, my confidence was on another level.

The downside? Sharing a house with Gabriel. We've been here for a little over a week, and I still couldn’t figure out his vibe.

One minute, he's all friendly, asking me to share my surf stories, even handing me a flower he picked from some random bush on the beach.

But the next, he's teasing me, throwing shade like we’re rivals from different teams or something. Go figure.

─ You love me, huh? Always sticking close. ─ I said, locking eyes with him.

─ Love’s a strong word, babe. Let’s just say I enjoy watching you lose your cool with my little jokes.

─ I never lose my cool, I’ve got better things to do!

Liar.

─ Sure you do!

─ Are you two lovebirds joining me at the beach or what? ─ Tati interrupted, standing in front of us.

─ Beach? Hell yeah, I'm coming. ─ I jumped off the couch, excited.

─ What’s this, babe? You’re ditching me? I thought we could spend the whole afternoon together. ─ Medina teased with a smirk.

Tati and João burst out laughing at the surfer's joke. I shot him a look and flipped him the bird before heading to my room to grab a swimsuit.

[ .... ]

─ Eh... that was an average wave! ─ Gabriel said as soon as my feet hit the sand. ─ I'd give it a four.

─ Why don’t you go catch a better one then? Talk's cheap; show me what you got. ─ I shot back with a smirk.

─ I like the attitude! ─ he grinned ─ What do I get if I impress you?

─ Nothing, duh. It’s not a prize competition.

─ Kinda boring, but alright, just for the challenge... watch and learn from the best.

─ Best? That’s a stretch! ─ João hollered, making me laugh.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, grabbed his board, and headed toward the waves.

I hated to admit it, but... it’s Medina, you know? He really is one of the best surfers we've ever seen. It’s no wonder he gets all the recognition.

─ You got this, Gabriel! ─ Tati cheered, clapping ─ Come on, (your name), cheer him on too!

─ As if I'd boost that ego any higher ─ I muttered.

Medina spotted a wave and positioned himself on the board. Tati and João went silent, their focus shifting to the water. That wave was the biggest one we'd seen since my last run and his.

I stood up from the sand, watching along with the other two surfers beside me.

─ Is he crazy? He’s lost his damn mind.

The wave passed, but where the hell was Medina?

─ Shit! ─ I muttered under my breath.

─ What the hell did Gabriel do? He’s totally lost it.

The three of us started getting anxious. Tati began shouting his name, hoping for a sign that Gabriel was okay.

But nothing.

So we ran toward the water. Tati and I stayed at the shore, trying to spot him. João didn’t think twice before grabbing his board and heading to where Medina might’ve wiped out.

─ Relax, (your nickname), Gabriel’s a big boy. He knows what he’s doing. ─ The blonde reassured me, patting my shoulder.

─ He’s an idiot, that’s what he is! Did he really need to do all that just to mess with me? ─ I fumed. ─ We have no idea what happened, what if he hit his head on a rock and started bleeding?

─ Girl, stop thinking the worst ─ she scolded. ─ João’s already on it.

Speaking of João, we looked at him; he signaled that he hadn’t found anything.

I took a deep breath. After a few moments, João seemed to spot something, and then, Medina reappeared, climbing back onto his board.

Relief washed over me, and I hugged Tatiane.

─ He’s such a drama queen ─ she whispered, making me smile.

As soon as the two got back to us, the first thing I did was check if Medina was okay.

─ Don’t worry, I didn’t hit anything! Just got caught off guard.

─ Could be worse!

─ Just so you know, (your name) was super worried about you. ─ João teased with a grin.

─ I was worried, yeah, but not like that. I just didn’t want anything bad to happen.

─ Damn, babe, I was getting my hopes up here ─ I mean, who else can nearly have an accident and still crack a joke?

─ Open your eyes, Medina, and make things happen without the jokes! ─ Tatiane whispered, but he still heard it.

[ .... ]

Night had fallen over the skies of Teahupo��o, the sea was calm, and the stars lit up the sky. I was sitting on a rock, finishing up waxing my board so it’d be ready for the heats tomorrow.

I felt a cold weight on my shoulder and looked back to see Gabriel standing there.

─ Still here? I thought you’d be done by now ─ he sat down next to me.

─ Almost done. ─ I said, looking at my board ─ I don’t want any slip-ups tomorrow.

─ And you won’t have any! You just need to keep all the focus and courage you’ve had these past few days ─ he said, looking me in the eyes.

─ I know, but it’s tough. If I gave it my all in the group stage, now that it’s elimination rounds, I need to double that effort.

─ If you keep letting that fear in, it’s only gonna get worse. How about I grab us a couple of cold beers? ─ I laughed ─ What’s so funny?

─ Getting me tipsy the day before the competition? You trying to throw me off my game?

─ Never! It’s the opposite, to pump you up.

─ Damn.

For the first time, I really looked at his face. His brown eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky, and that smile... I could spend hours just looking at photos of him smiling.

─ Kiss me already, (your name)!

I smiled softly before our lips met. He kept his hands in my hair, deepening the kiss.

We pulled back, smiling at each other.

─ Easily my new addiction.

[roronoaswifey]

(𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀) 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

summary. how the one piece men react to you wanting to dance with them on the dance floor

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, trafalgar d. law, portgas d. ace x gn!reader

warnings/tags. suggestive content, implied sex, mentions of alcohol consumption, very brief blood mention, reader grinds on one piece men

wc. 1.5k

kazu’s note. all i want is to grind on ace to give it up to me at the club??? is that so much to ask 😩

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

“you wanna go dance? bet!”

→ it’s surprising to see luffy off the dance floor, at the exception of a snack break

→ whether he looks a fool or not you don’t mind, not when he’s keeping up with your energy, vibing along with you to the beat of the song

→ half the time he’s off beat and nearly crushing bystanders’ feet but you’re nearly as hyped to actually have a heart to tell him so

→ tries his hardest to not hit you in the process but whenever he does he laughs it off and apologizes vaguely

→ luffy is naturally touchy as it is, so it’s to no surprise that he’s holding your hand in his, swaying along to the tracks, dragging your body with him

→ what is surprising, however, is the sudden shift of energy when the upbeat songs change to reggae music

→ even with his charming grin, your back is suddenly facing him and your hands are hoisted on your knees, shaking your ass absentmindedly as luffy catches what you throw

→ his brazilian blood is really coming through here, body moving fluidly with yours

→ he has his hands all over you, hips moving in sync to your own movements, as he hypes you up, going as far as smacking your ass

→ you both are so lost in the momentum that you fail to notice the way strawhats are visibly either in shock, distress or just as hype as y’all

→ his thrusts meet your bouncing almost frantically, and whether to blame it on the sake he might’ve stolen from zoro, he gets admittedly more turned on then usually

→ when the song comes to an end, you pull away, turning to face him and by a simple glance you both simultaneously come to an agreement, both your eyes glazed with lust

→ “meet me in the bathroom in five?”

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 ���𝐎𝐑𝐎

“hell no.”

“pussy.”

→ though you half expected this response it definitely still bummed you out. what was the point of clubbing if you wouldn’t dance?

→ you knew your man was shy but it’s nothing liquid courage can’t fix

→ simply threaten him with dancing with somebody else— preferably sanji— and suddenly he’s on the floor with you, cup in his hand and hand protectively over your waist

→ seeing as this is definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity you might as well make the most of it

→ you grabbed the hand he held you with and laced your fingers, turning around and letting your hips sway to the music as you began to whine

→ your backside pressed against him, your lowered his free hand onto your waist once more and started grinding on him, hips rotating to the beat

→ you heard his breath hitch and you only smirked, continuing your motions, knowing your man was an ass guy

→ “oi, what are you doing?”

→ you tilted your head and shot him a flat stare, before going back to your whining, occasional ass shaking involved, throwing it in motions you knew would drive him crazy

→ “dancing. you can touch y’know?” you reached back and brought his hand lower to the curve of your ass, so he could feel as you danced back on him

→ you almost consider stopping since he seemed so uncomfortable but the second you pulled up, a firm hand at your lower back pushed you back down

→ he’s as stiff as ever, although you notice that he hadn’t removed his hand from your ass ever since, and from the growing tent in his pants, you knew you were doing a good job

→ maybe next time it wouldn’t be as difficult to get him to dance

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

“yes of course, i’m right behind you dear!”

→ but little did he know he really would be right behind you

→ you brought him to the floor, hand in hand, and you both innocently fell in sync into the melody of the song

→ sanji is a good dancing partner, his moves are fluid yet not entirely loose, and he’s always keeping a hand on you, whether it’s for enjoyment or possessiveness

→ the flow between you both was simple and easy, though when your song began to play, you almost couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your lips

→ in a swift move, your back is pressed against his chest, your hips moving in taunting motions as you bring his hand to encircle your waist

→ you swear you heard the gears in his head grind to a halt when you thoroughly began grinding on him, ass moving with more precision as you lowered your upper body, giving him a full view

→ he’s non responsive, splutters falling past his lips as he watches in utter awe at the way you move so beautifully against him

→ you throw it in a circle, up and down, whining and grinding on him and he isn’t sure if he should pass out or bleed to death or reciprocate your energy

→ when your hands are on your knees and you’re ticktocking to each beat, sanji decides he simply cannot do this, no matter how badly he wants to feel on your body

→ you’re too lost in the music to notice your boyfriend had disappeared mid song, and much to your dismay though you continued to dance

→ eventually usopp came to you with an unimpressed look and blood tainted fingers, “you murdered sanji, by the way, good going.”

→ you could only laugh, opting to check up on him later but you knew you definitely wanted to try it again

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

“absolutely not.”

→ you saw that answer coming miles away

→ you might be stubborn but so is law, and if he doesn’t want to go dancing with you on the floor then he definitely wouldn’t go

→ threats wouldn’t even work anyways

→ you figured that if you couldn’t bring him to dance then you’d bring dance to him

→ law is definitely a wall hogger, so as he laid against the nearest wall with you laying on him, you subtly began moving your hips, head bopping to the beat

→ he frowned but nonetheless didn’t comment since he did refuse your only request

→ with seconds passing, your dancing expanded from little shifts to full out whining, your ass pressed against his groin as you whined to the song, knees pressed together and your hands on your thighs

→ you heard him grunt but nothing else came so you proceeded to grind on him, shaking what your mama gave you, going as far as grabbing his hands and placing them on you

“y/n-ya…”

→ it seemed you had him speechless and it had you thinking if he didn’t wanna dance not because he didn’t like it but because he had never tried it

→ when you pulled back up to give your stiffened boyfriend a break, he grabbed your hand firmly and gave you a look

→ it took less than a few minutes to get him riled up but you definitely had a hard time walking the next day

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃. 𝐀𝐂𝐄

“dance with me, y/n”

→ he’s actually the one that offered, hand on your lower back and leaning forward to speak his wishes into your ear

→ you both were already on the floor but had been dancing freely, until a certain song played and you already knew what kind of vibe he was looking for

→ his hands are all over your waist and dangerously close to your ass, and for the time being, you’re born facing each other, hips moving in sync

→ your arms are looped around his neck, chests pressed against another and you suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline run through

→ he has a look in his eyes, undoubtedly amused by your energy, and when you shifted to ground your ass on him, he rested his hands easily on your waist, his own hips following your motions

→ your grinding was slow and sensual, bending forward and enthralling him in the way you moved like jello

→ you were by no means a shy dancer and so was he, so when he placed his hat on top of your head, you only got more gassed, hands sliding down your thighs and twerking on him with meaning

→ he has a smirk on his lips as he whistles, hyping you up while you shake your ass, and unknowingly a crowd surrounds you both, shouting and hollering at your guys’ dancing

→ ace’s hands are all over your ass, not holding back, as he squeezes and encourages you further, and you’re no better, one hand clutching onto his hat and the other holding your chest

→ despite the people around you, you’re focused on his intoxicating touch, loving the way you could feel all of him as you rubbed yourself against him

→ the song eventually came to an end but you both were nowhere near done

→ “c’mon y/n, let’s take this elsewhere.”

let’s play a game: take a shot every time i say grinding, whining or ass 🤠

[olzs-stufz]

QSMP HEAD CANON:

Tubbo's other friends are demonic entities who Tubbo seemed to charm and become friends with and sometimes they try and help him out

Tubbo groaned hearing the entities he called his friends tease him to no end about his feelings for the Brazilian who was standing next to him concerned. "Don't worry its just the entities again" Tubbo said brushing it off.

If it were anyone else Pac would've been worried out of his mind trying to help them, but he trusted the entities Tubbo seemed to be surrounded by. The boy in question was ranting to Pac about his Machines when he felt the vibe change. He could basically tell when one of the entities possessed him.

"Hi. Which one are you?" He asked "I'm Aimee" the entity said. They sounded feminine "And you're Pac right?" They asked "Sim" he replied "He likes you too" She said "¿Q-que?" the entity sighed "he has MAJOR feelings for you and your boyfriend. He's just too scared to say it because he thinks you'll hate him" she said.

Pac's jaw dropped, did tubbo actually have a crush on him and Fit? I mean he had feelings for him, and he was 70 percent sure Fit did aswell so it wasn't too far out for him to like them back

He zoned back in seeing Tubbo very flustered trying to explain himself to Pac saying she was just joking around. Pac could see right through that flustered expression on his face that was so fragile, even the slightest touch would break it.

"Look, Aimee was saying nonsense it was a prank I swear-" he said cutting himself off hearing one of them say something "I should probably head to bed, sorry for the trouble pac" he said tears threatening to fall.

Pac smiled grabbing his hand pulling him closer. He rested his other hand on the brit's cheek with a soft smile. That was enough to break him. He clung to Pac sobbing. The two sunk down to the ground, Tubbo on Pac's lap crying his eyes out while Pac holds him,giving him soft kisses and rubbing his back.

After awhile he stopped crying. He just sat there curled up on Pac's lap "do you wanna talk about it?" The other shook his head. "Okay. I'm ready when you do. I'll always be here for you Tubbo. I love you, eu te amo." He said watching Tubbo smile at his words. He smiled, knowing he was able to help him feel better made him feel good. He kissed Tubbo's head once more before hearing fit

"I leave for a month and my boyfriend and best friend are dating, my god" he said joining the two on the ground. He gave Pac a kiss on the cheek before kissing Tubbo's forehead. God they really needed to talk about this later.

WHAAAAT FIRST FANFIC IN 3 MONTHS IS POLY MORNING CREW??? Seriously though I haven't written anything other than school stuff in so long it was nice to post this. I'm posting this on my ao3 2 so. Bye

[sunbrightheart]

ACOTAR MEN AND THE SPORTS I THINK THEY WOULD PLAY:

note: this is all up for interpretation, so feel free to list your suggestions in the comments !!

rhysand: definitely a big shot baseball player. can imagine him in the traditional pinstriped yankees uniform. real smug bastard on the field, mind-fuck strategist.

cassian: is a beast at heavy weight sports, but this man cannot run to save his life. prefers more stationary sports like boxing and wrestling. competes in weightlifting events for fun.

azriel: only participates in team sports if cassian and rhysand are playing, but i think he would thrive in individual or one-on-one sports. martial arts like bjj (brazilian jiu-jitsu) and judo are his best.

tamlin: this man screams front row prop. say your thoughts and prayers because he will quite literally go beast mode and bulldoze you over. always getting carded and warnings because he can’t reign in his temper.

lucien: now call me biased but lucien is a jack of all trades. he dabbles in all sorts of sports, mostly of which are unconventional, and is really good at them once he puts his mind to it. that being said i would say he plays a mix of track and field, lacrosse and volleyball. occasionally does archery and swimming.

tarquin: any and all water sports and baby tarquin is undefeated. loves waterpolo and competitive swimming.

varian: wind-surfing, for sure. i would also say rowing; amren especially loves his arms.

helion: is definitely a former rugby jock. a literal powerhouse on and off the field. those thunder thighs be THIGHING. also dabbles in shot put because i feel like he would unironically be really good at it.

thesan: he gives me major badminton vibes. i dont know why, but just racket sports in general??????

kallias: any and all winter sports and kallias is there. a pro at ice hockey and speed skating. likes to do duo figure skating with viviane.

beron: is literally one of those middle age, upper middle class white men who spend all their free time at the country club, sipping on top shelf whiskey and abusing the clubs workers. probably plays golf and tennis, croquet too but hes too prideful and thinks its for old people.

[yamishika]

have any other ethnicity headcanons for fairy tail characters?

Fairy Tail Characters Ethnicity HCs

I don’t have as much extensive proof as I do for my Erik headcanons post but I will explain my thoughts for why I think certain ethnicities.

Natsu Dragneel : Japanese + Greek? (Because of the clothing style in his past flashback with his biological family)

Erza Scarlet : British + ? - I say British because she reminds me of Lara Croft who in her older days had reddish hair, also English history is big on knights, which Erza is. The other half I can’t tell as I don’t actually know what to think of her father Rung as. He seems like a POC though. (Maybe Mexican?)

Lucy Heartfilia : British / American - Because Lucy’s heritage as a noble it reminds me more of English nobility, but then her characteristics remind me more of american for some reason (it doesn’t help that Lucy looks a lot like Ashley Graham from the original RE4 and she’s American so I am kind of biased there)

Gray Fullbuster : Canada or Serbia (I think that’s mainly because I am making the link of cold countries though). Also if with Serbian I can see Ultear and him coming from similar places)

Gajeel Redfox : Native American (His hair and features remind me of Native Americans and I don’t know he kind of reminds me and looks like of Ratohnhake:ton / Connor from AC3) Juvia Lockser : Spanish + Russian (Spanish as the name Juvia is Spanish origin and Russian since the ushanka she wears and her clothing style in general)

Jellal Fernandes : Mixed ethnic - Mixed Arab (mainly Levantine Arab) + Brazilian, but then in my HCs he’s also part Desi too since the name Jellal is most prominent in India (And I want Erik to have a desi bro in CS). And the Arab/South asian idea came from him wearing Kohl/Surma in S1 in the anime. 

Ultear Milkovich : Serbian with mixed Central Asian or Kazakh (Again cold countries but since Ultear looks Eurasian but with dark features these countries came to mind. Serbia because apparently the name Milkovich is Serbian origin)

Macbeth/Midnight :  English w/Scottish + Irish + Japanese - English/Scottish/Irish is a given since his name ‘Macbeth’ but since his aesthetic is alike to Visual Kei, I see Japanese influence. But I don’t know, I just can see Macbeth with a british accent, maybe that’s just me.

Sorano Aguria : French and Korean/Japanese (I don’t know why I have the French, it just fits me when discussing with my friend @acutemushroom. Korean/Japanese because despite having a Japanese name (her and Yukino) due to her features she gave me kind of Korean vibes for some reason)

Sawyer : English (I can’t explain other than the name. But I thought of Romanian too for some reason, so English + Romanian?)

Richard Buchanan : South African + Scottish? (My only thought for this was because Buchanan I knew it as a last name big in South Africa, and Scottish is probably because of the red hair and ruddy complexion that I know scottish people can have)

Meredy : Irish (I don’t know why, it was hard to think of anything for her)

Kinana : Desi (Since the name Kinana is an urdu name apparently - So Pakistani) 

Cana Alberona : Irish + Italian (Guildarts gave me tanned Irish vibes for some reason and Alberona is I believe an Italian name)

Minerva Orland : Chinese + Latina (She wears a Cheongsam and her hair reminds me of Chinese culture but then I see Latina too) BUT, maybe she has Egyptian too and Italian since Minerva (Italian/Latin) but the blue eyeliner/eyeshadow she always has is alike to Malachite powder that was used by ancient egyptians 

Laxus Dreyar : Ukrainian + Russian (He gives me eastern europe vibes and also his features) but also since he's Makarov’s grandson he’d have Russian in him 

Makarov Dreyar : Russian - (I think his full name is of Russian origin but I can't be sure.) These are the HCs I have off the top of my head, hope this answers your question!

[pretensesoup]

So you feel like learning self defense

Self-defense classes get taught pretty frequently. They're great and will teach you a lot of techniques. On the other hand, you don't practice on an ongoing basis, which is a problem for remembering and executing the techniques. 

You could buy a gun and go to the shooting range. I don't know much about this except it seems like shooting guns accurately is harder than it looks. Also, I would not carry a gun unless you're prepared to actually shoot someone.

So: can I interest you in a martial art, perhaps?

I've been doing martial arts more on than off since Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon came out. I've been at my current dojo since about 2008. I've been involved in the following arts long enough to hold a rank: kyukido, judo, karate, aikido. I've taken the odd class in: taekwondo, wing chun, gong fu, BJJ (Brazilian jiu jitsu), kendo, and tai chi. Here's some advice on what to look for when finding a dojo:

* Is the space nice/clean? Are the vibes good?

* Do you feel like you're getting a sales pitch or an invitation to train? Do they require you to sign long contracts?

* Do they require that you buy a lot of gear thru them? Do they charge high test fees and require students to grade frequently? Are there young children who have become black belts?

* Do you like the instructor's style? Do you like the instructor as a person?

* Do you like your fellow students? What's the community like?

* Is the art itself interesting to learn?

* Do they treat each other with respect, including not injuring each other when training?

* Also, of course, proximity to your home and cost of classes is important.

Some dojos are very formal and some have only enough hierarchy to maintain a teaching environment. You don't have to become a paramilitary person to get something out of most of them, though. Also, to that point, some dojos get a little mystical--I have been to seminars on using acupuncture points, which I don't really believe in, and my current dojo often talks about chi in a way I don't really know how to think about, because my mind is pretty grounded in Western science. In a good teaching space, you don't have to feel like you're joining a cult or being forced to give up all your prior beliefs.

For me, whether or not I liked the instructor has always been the biggest determiner in whether or not I go to class. A good instructor will help you with what you're interested in, so even if competing is not your thing, you can still get a lot out of a taekwondo dojo when you find the right teacher.

Style: honestly, I think most martial arts are getting at basically the same objective, so this is less important. Also, you may live where there's just one or two dojos, so you get what you get. However, if you have choices, some things to think about. 

* There are linear martial arts (punching and kicking, like karate and taekwondo) and circular martial arts (throws and falls, like judo and aikido). Also there's grappling, which can involve throws (but not always) and chokes and joint locks (usually). And there's tai chi. Idk what to say about that. The chi tells you what to do.

* Some martial arts are sports, like taekwondo or BJJ.

* Some martial arts are very self-defensey. There's a lot of of argument in online spaces about whether they are actually useful. I could not give a smaller fuck about this discourse. 

All that said, here's my brief guide to disciplines:

I want to...

...break boards? Karate, taekwondo (TKD)

...get medals/trophies? TKD, BJJ, judo, MMA, kendo 

...learn to fall? Aikido, judo

...beat the fuck out of people? Krav maga, muai Thai, possibly BJJ or TKD depending on your sensei, maybe wing chun (also lineage-depending)

...dance? Capoera

...mystical chi stuff? Tai chi

...the stuff in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? Gong fu + a lot of visual effects

...whatever Jackie Chan does? Mostly karate, I think, except in the Drunken Master series, where he does drunken boxing. I do not think practitioners of it actually drink, but I honestly have never seen it IRL.

...Bruce Lee? Jeet Kun Do or wing chun

...learn joint locks, but also with an emphasis on deescalating situations and trying not to hurt people? Aikido 

...all swords all the time? Kendo, iaido, or katori 

Some martial arts do weapons. Aikido does jo (short staff) and bokken (wooden sword),sometimes knife. Karate does bo (long staff), nunchucks, and sai. TKD does many of these, plus three-section staff, kamas, and probably some others. I don't think judo does weapons. Weapons can depend on dojo/lineage.

Your size and gender shouldn't make a big difference. I am quite short and routinely throw guys a full foot taller than me. It's not about physical strength, it's about position. I think arts like aikido do a good job of teaching how to take advantage of this. My karate senseis were both short, but we never really talked about taking advantage of that. 

A note about rank: it takes different amounts of time to get to black belt. In BJJ, ten years is not unusual. In TKD, it might be 2-3 years. Being a black belt means you've mastered the basics. Don't get too hung up on it. 

[atthebell]

do you have any favorite days on the qsmp? if yes which ones?

SO MANY these are not in order they're just whatever i could think of. also idk if you mean like vod recs or just like fave days either way i'm gonna list them somewhat like recs

the french speakers' arrival is a wonderful day from several povs (bagheras, cellbits, quackity's, although his is fairly short as always)

similarly, brazilians arriving is also great! watch any of the brazilians or q or roier or even phil who was losing his mind waiting for them to give the eggs back

WATCH A DAY 1 VOD!!!! if you already have watched one pov, watch another from someone else! day 1 vods are so funny and deranged and really set the initial tone that really was the server's vibes basically up until the brazilians arrived

the egg event day! tbh watch any pov but roier's and jaiden's are really really good

the conclusion of the happy pills arc was an incredible day; i know it's probably soured for a lot of folks, and that's understandable, but if you never watched it and feel up for it, check out pac's and cellbit's pov of it because it's wonderful (pac didn't stream the actual conclusion himself, so you'll have to watch cellbit's to see the full conclusion of pac and forever getting the risus antidote)

idr what day it was exactly but the day bobby was killed by the code and lost his first life is a super interesting vod from several povs-- namely roier's, cellbit's, phil's, bad's, and probably some other folks? a LOT of lore stuff happened that day that was super interesting

cellbit's may 7 vod (featuring the cucurucho chainsaw hallway) + his may 10 vod (featuring him screaming and revving a chainsaw at the sight of cucurucho); tbh, if you're into qcellbit, watch his first week vods if you haven't because they're IMPECCABLE they decided to immediately torture him and also gave him so many puzzles it was great. this whole era of theory bros/ordo theoritas was incredible generally too so max's and bad's vods are also very very fun watches and they didn't spend a million hours deciphering an ARG so their vods are easier to get through

the day wilbur found tallulah is so fucking funny we were all losing our shit over the admins making an egg literally just for wilbur and to his credit wilbur did actually log on a ton those two weeks

bagi's arrival IMPECCABLE tbh watching anyone's day 1/arrival vod is a good idea they're usually pretty enlightening & fun; watch her pov as well as anyone else's because from what i remember they had to do a bunch of weird puzzles to get to her

similarly, carre's first day is very funny and chill vibes very enjoyable

gemeos do misterio reveal need i say more

the time roier and vegetta got quackity drunk at casualonas and got him to reveal his plans to kill the eggs on tape

literally any roier vod frankly roier is just so entertaining i could watch him wash dishes and have a good time

jaiden's birthday party vod

jaiden's vod where she was going on a break (i think when she'd been to japan?) and we got the reveal that she'd worked with the feds in the past

whatever day it was where they went and found kameto again in some federation hq

the juanaflippa life trial was deranged i didn't watch it myself (i think i was at my nephew's birthday party or something tbh) but every part of it sounded WILD

related, the funeral streams from any of the parents whose kids died are pretty interesting

the day quackity found out tilin died is BRUTAL but a great watch-- q is, of course, a brilliant rper and what he did with tilin's death was masterful and really heartbreaking. i think it was the day after tilin died? something like that

bobby dungeon. obviously. that was crazy and it set so much up for jaiden and roier's chararacters gahhhhh

the event with the new members' arrival (like tina and everyone else in that whole big crew)

any romero richas moments i cannot think of dates or anything off the top of my head but montelyson lore is so cool and genuinely creepy i miss it so much

the furniture prank came at such a wrong time but it was genuinely so fun along with the deranged waystone prank i lowkey wish they'd happened like. three days before or something bc they would've been really really funny

hide and seek!!!! again idr the day but when they finally got to do that event it was so cool

festa junina!!!!!! so many shenanigans and fun times

dia de los muertos EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!! seeing bobby again ough and all the newer members getting to meet the old dead eggs.... gahh

spiderbit wedding i am unbiased. nodders.

the day where baghs and cellbit did the first day train station puzzle was so good i NEED them solving shit together again sigh

BLUE BIRD MISSION + TIMER DUNGEON!!!!! event(s) of all time fr i loved that shit.

that time elq kidnapped dapper was kinda lame in that it didn't actually make sense BUT baghera went IN on that man and the whole thing of them following him was very cool

max and bad assassinating elq KING SHIT

wilbur party explosion need i say more that shit ruled fit's pov is great for that particular bit of the night bc you get to see ramon figuring it all out

the day they did a server reset so they let roier and bobby and tilin (i think it was them three? its been ages) blow a bunch of shit up that ruled

spiderbit ocean temple hangout very very good day

tazercraft prison break (the one where they escaped with walter bob but then he got taken away at the barbie house)

tiny mike day idr what was going on that day i jsut will never recover from tiny mike. miquinho. smaller than richas even so itty

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.21

Sy sat on the couch in her apartment scrolling through his phone as Stephanie was grabbing some things when there was a timid knock on the door. Getting up, he went over and opened it, arching a brow at the young man with dark curly hair standing on her doorstep.

“Sup, man.” He said.

“Uh...hi.” He said, “Are you—you’re an Alpha.”

“I am.” He said with a nod and took a quick sniff, catching his fear. “You know Steph?”

“We’re uh...we’re neighbors. I’m—I’m Hunter.” An alarm bell went off in his head. Hunter.

“You wanna come in?” Sy offered gently.

“I uh...”

“It’s okay, bud, you’re safe. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He said and Hunter let out a sigh.

“Yeah, it’s just...”

“I understand.” He said and moved to the side, “Come on in, take a seat.” Hunter moved past him into the apartment as Stephanie came from the back.

“Hi?” She said, looking at him curiously.

“Steph, this is your neighbor Hunter.” Sy said.

“Hunter.” She said and Sy nodded. “The one that...” Another nod.

“You know.” Hunter said, twisting his fingers nervously.

“A couple others in my pack have contacts on the Council.” Sy said, “Got a bad vibe from Frank so they looked into him. We know what he did to you, son.”

“He doesn’t just hurt us.” Hunter said, “He takes our money, leaves us with almost nothing.”

“Why don’t you have a seat?” Stephanie suggested and he nodded, going over to sit on the couch. “Would you like something to drink?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Hunter said, “I’ve seen you around, and I’ve seen her with a white haired Alpha and I—you made Frank nervous. He only gets like that if he feels threatened and...” He stopped with a sigh, “Can I join your pack?” They were both silent for a moment.

“Sy, you said that you couldn’t challenge Frank because it would be poaching, and that your hands were tied, but what if a member of his pack came to you for help?” Stephanie asked.

“Well that’s a whole ‘nother story.” Sy said, crossing his arms over his chest. “If a member of his pack asks me to step in, I can step in.”

“Should you call the others?”

“Lemme call Geralt, get Mikey here too so he ain’t surrounded by Alphas. Easiest way to do it would be to take over, make this pack mine. He wouldn’t be able to touch you if you were a member of another pack, Hunter, but that don’t mean he won’t make your life hell.”

“Too late.” Hunter said with a derisive snort. “You’d really challenge him for territory?”

“How big’s the pack?”

“About a dozen? Including the kids. It’s this building and the one next door.” Hunter said and Sy blinked for a moment before pulling his phone from his pocket.

“I’m calling all hands.”

The rest showed up as quickly as they were able and introductions were made. Hunter seemed a bit more at ease with Mike there as they were closer in age and Mike wasn't an Alpha. He explained everything that had been going on in the pack, Frank taking all of their money from their jobs, giving back only enough to get by. Families were no exception. Omegas were mistreated, taken advantage of. Betas, of which there were only a couple, were treated with suspicion and sometimes open hostility. Nulls, which made up the rest of the pack save for the children who had yet to manifest, were treated by Frank as abnormalities, even though they, statistically, made up most of the wolf population as a whole.

"Have you ever challenged for territory before?" August asked.

"Only once." Sy said, stretching his shoulders and bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"If he doesn't submit, you may have to kill him." Walter said.

"Cross that bridge if I come to it."

"I could do it." Geralt said.

"No you can't and you know that." Sy said, "You work for the Council, you can't run a pack. Besides, the kid came to me for help, not you."

"Anything I can do?" Stephanie asked.

"Stay here." Sy said, "I ain't puttin' you in danger, doll."

"I don't like being benched."

"No one does, but this is a wolf and you--"

"Have a black belt in kickboxing and Brazilian Jui Jitsu." She said and they paused, looking at her.

"Really?" Mike asked finally and she nodded. "Fuck, that's hot."

"And you let Lewis hurt you?" August asked and Sy punched his shoulder with a scowl. "What? If she can defend herself, why didn't she?"

"Jordan twisted it to make me think I deserved it, so why the hell would I fight back?" She said indignantly.

"You didn't deserve it." Walter said immediately.

"I know. Being with you all has made me realize how I should have been treated from the start." She said, "But my shitty ex is not what's important right now. What's important is kicking Frank to the curb so he can’t hurt these people anymore.”

“Agreed.” Walter said, “You want backup in case he tries to fight dirty?”

“Yeah.” Sy said, “Feel like steppin’ up to the plate?”

“I’ll stay back unless it goes pear shaped.” Walter said and with a kiss to Stephanie each, they left the apartment after she told them where she hands in her rent checks.

“I don’t like this.” She said and Mike went to her, holding her arms gently.

“They’ll be fine. Sy is the strongest Alpha I know. If anyone can kick Frank’s ass, it’d be him.” He said and she nodded, but she still didn’t like it.

“Are they—” Hunter started, “Are you their Mate?” She simply nodded again, “But you’re not—you’re not a wolf.”

“It’s complicated.” She said briefly. “Oh I need a distraction so I don’t go down there.”

“I can give you a distraction, sweetcheeks.” Mike said with a smirk but it fell at the look she gave him, “Sorry.”

They ended up sitting in her living room watching one of her favorite movies, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, Mike sitting at her feet with her legs crossed over his chest, Geralt and August on either side of her, each with a hand on her knee. She had a hard time concentrating, her mind drifting to what was going on on the ground floor of the building. Mike must have picked up on it, his hands coming up to hold her legs.

“They’ll be fine.” Geralt said.

“I know.” She replied, “Doesn’t mean I can’t worry.”

The movie was almost over when the front door opened, Sy and Walter coming back inside and Mike moved so she could get off the couch without stepping on him. Sy had a contusion on his cheek that would blossom into an impressive bruise and his lip was split, dried blood in his beard.

“I’m fine, doll.” He said as she reached up to touch his face gently.

“He still breathing?” August asked and he nodded.

“He’s limpin’ and bleedin’ but he’s alive.” Sy said, “Steph was right. Man’s a bully, and bullies always fold when they come up against someone who ain’t gonna back down.”

“What happens how?” Hunter asked, getting up from the recliner he had been sitting in and Sy gave a sigh, running a hand over his scalp.

“Imma need a proxy, someone to run this pack while I’m up north. I’d tap Steph because she’s got an apartment here, but she ain’t a wolf. Geralt can’t because he works for the Council. August—”

“I can’t.” August said, cutting him off.

“Can’t or won’t?” Sy asked.

“Can’t. Same reason as Geralt.” He said and there was a pause.

“You work for the Council?” Mike asked.

“Not officially.” He said, “But I still can’t hold a pack or be a proxy.”

“Fuck.” Geralt sighed.

“I’m missing something.” Stephanie said.

“He’s a Cleaner.” Geralt said and Stephanie looked at August in surprise. “I had my suspicions.”

“It’s close enough to what I did with the Agency that I got approached when I left.” August said.

“Hunter,” Stephanie said, still looking at August. “You can go on home, we’ll let you know what happens next when we figure it out.”

“Right.” Hunter said, “Mike, talk to you later? I’ll dig out that omnibus we talked about.”

“Yeah man,” Mike said, “Absolutely.”

“Mike why don’t you go with him?” Stephanie said, “That way you guys can talk Warhammer some more.”

“You—you sure?” Mike asked and she nodded.

“Come on.” Hunter said, “I ate nothing but cup noodles for six months so I could get the Black Templar set.”

“I’m a Custodes guy myself.” Mike said as they left the apartment, the door closing behind them.

“Sy told me about the Cleaners.” Stephanie said, “The shit they pull.”

“Stephanie—” August started.

“How they kill people who tell the Council to fuck off.”

“It’s not that.” He said, “Some of these packs were doing horrific things. Sex trafficking of minors and Omegas, drug smuggling, weapons stockpiling.”

“So contact the Feds.”

“If the human government found out what they were doing, it would only add fuel to anti-wolf legislation.”

“Horrible behavior isn’t exclusive to wolves.” She said, “All of the things you’ve said are illegal, but not punishable by the death penalty. You also said “some” not all. Have you gone after packs who disobeyed the Council too many times?”

“Steph, it’s not that—”

“Have you,” She said and he paused.

“Yes, but I only took out the leadership, everyone remaining were taken in by other packs.”

“It doesn’t matter that you didn’t kill everyone, August, it matters that you killed people who the Council couldn’t control.” She said, “Giving the Council the middle finger is not against the law, and certainly isn’t punishable by death. The Councilors throwing tantrums because they got told no shouldn’t result in a body count. You’re their contract killer, their hitman, their enforcer, whatever you want to fucking call it. They’re using you to do their dirty work.”

“I’m maintaining order between packs.”

“You’re killing dissenters and naysayers. They spout all these grand words about cooperation and integration with law enforcement, but they’re taking the law into their own hands. If what these packs do is punishable by death, then so be it, but it’s not the Councils job to be judge and jury with you and every other Cleaner as the executioner.” He was quiet. “You said it was similar to what you did with the Agency.”

“Steph—”

“Don’t make me ask.”

“I tracked down and killed rogue Agents who threatened the national security. These weren’t people who just wanted to disappear into the quiet life, they worked with extremist groups, terrorist organizations, committing high treason.”

“These packs aren’t committing high treason, August. You’re their gun, nothing more.” Stephanie said.

“Stephanie...”

“They’re using you August, getting your hands filthy so theirs stay clean.”

“She’s right,” Sy said, “About all of it. It’s fucked up, Walker. You left the Agency because you got sick of bein’ used, but the Council is doin’ the same shit as Langley.” They watched him thinking it over, starting to pace in the apartment, running his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck.” He growled out and pulled out his phone, pulling up a contact and putting it to his ear. “I’m done.” That was all he said before he hung up, putting it back into his pocket. “I’m done being fucking used.”

“Good.” Stephanie said, “Now we need to think about—” It was cut off as August crossed the room, pulling her into his arms and taking her mouth hard in a kiss, his hand fisted in her hair. “August?”

“I love you.”

[harpershigh]

respond  to  the  following  prompts  out  of  character,  then  tag  others  you'd  like  to  get  to  know  a  little  bit  better.

roleplayer name: M, Mime, Mimetoist (you can find me online by any of those xD)

roleplayer pronouns: she/her

muse name: Jaheira here, but I also have some OCs on main blog

preferred communication: either here or discord, both are fine ^^

experience: 16 years of TTRPGs, 10+ years of rolepay in brazilian play-by-post forums, less than a year RPing on Tumblr

preferred roleplay type: TTRPG: Pen, paper, dice, and snacks. But online, I'm really adaptable to my partner's writing, so I almost always try to match their style.

pet peeves & deal breakers: I’ve always had a bit of a problem about self-inserts. It’s just not my vibe. I know it’s not my place to tell others how to have their fun, so I usually don’t mention it, but it gives me the icks. I actively try to avoid characters that are self-inserts. I’ve always been the type of roleplayer who keeps a very clear line between myself (the player, the mun) and my characters (or muses), so It's kinda off-putting to me when someone doesn’t have those lines clearly drawn.

plot or memes: Both!

best time to write: whenever work allows me to lol (man I wish I could put up a routine...)

are you like your muse?: pfffft no. Well, I mean, I do relate to Jaheira on some specific things, like grief (since I’ve lost my fair share of loved ones throughout my life), but other than that… not really. And honestly, I prefer it that way.

Tagged by @feraldames (thanks!) Tagging my bestie @adorectrine, @demonwebs, @whomuses @ryathenaughtykitsune, and whoever alse wants to do it!

[scleroticstatue]

Hello Person of Many Opinions I am curious if you have an opinion on shaving (in the case of women)

Well, I'm very much in favor of normalizing not shaving, given that I can't without getting strawberry skin.

I get it. Women look more put together when their skin is one shade and doesn't look like it's covered in dirt. And when I'm in my nice Sunday dresses, I understand the appeal of wanting to look put together. I also get not wanting to be looked at like a freak for just vibing in your natural body. So I'm apathetic about it, because both sides are valid.

That said, there's definitely some real damage being done by the pro-shaving advocates, because it's not considered a skin treatment like it should be, which leads to normal people doing stupid stuff and peeling off chunks of skin or giving themselves fungal infections because they were never taught to shave in a safe manner. Additionally, people who are whole-body shavers are at serious risk of infections, especially if you shave your pubic and anal regions. Like please, for the love of all that is holy, stop the Brazilians and anal waxing and DO NOT SHAVE THERE. So in that sense, I'm shaving-neutral but anti-shaving-rhetoric.

[mischief-marauders]

I just finished De Voltas Aos 15 on Netflix, also known as Back To 15 in English, and I am sobbing. I’ve been crying for 10 minutes, my head is throbbing, and I am bawling that the show is over.

Best way to describe the show is a woman in her 30’s realizing how shitty her life is while at the wedding of her sister. She logs on to her old blog and it transports her back into the past into the body of her at 15. She goes back and forth and seeing what her life ends up being when she makes certain decisions in the past. There’s Derry Girls vibes with the friendship group vibes and the main character, Anita, could give Devi a run for her money in the category of “teenage girl making the worst possible decisions at any given time”.

There’s some pretty good LGBTQ rep with a trans actress playing a trans character and some queer characters. The show is Brazilian so you get a pretty good look at Brazilian culture. It’s also really funny. It starts off cringey but it’s honestly a really good show. The third/final season just dropped and I would say if you need something good to watch to definitely give it a try. I would also suggest, if you can, to watch it in the original audio with English subtitles. The dub does not do it justice.

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Since it's Pride Month, do you have any LGBT headcanons for the pups? I personally headcanon Zuma as either gender fluid or non-binary

Nnnnngh I don't like talking about it out in the open because I don't want people coming at me feeling offended or whatever BECAUSE OF FICTIONAL CHARACTERS--

I'll put it under the cut. No one needs to read this if you don't want to. And whoever comes at me in a disrespectful manner, I'll just delete the ask. Not wasting my time.

PERSONALLY...

I don't think Zuma ever gave it any thought at all XD He simply exists.

Chase gives me a bi-curious vibe. Y'know, the straight one who's also got their attention on someone of the same gender and is now confused/curious about it, still finding out. Or not trying at all, but the curiosity is there, like a "what if...?"

I don't really remember what I thought of the others but I think they're all cis. I already got "trauma" from the error in the Brazilian dub making Marshall and Zuma be females for over two seasons and only then realizing their mistake and remaking the dub to fix that. Thanks to that, now I need to put up with this guy who quit watching the show once the dub fixed their mistake because he liked those two pups as girls and refused to accept they have ALWAYS been boys in the original. He keeps referring to them as she/her, EVERY SINGLE TIME we talk about Paw Patrol. It pisses me off but I know that's what he wants so I refuse to show it.

It's no secret I ship Rocky and Zuma, so they might fall somewhere in the gay, bi or pan area.

I didn't give much thought into the others ever about this. Whatever I thought before, I already forgot. This isn't something I think much about, y'know? Like, it doesn't matter to me WHAT they are, I love these characters for WHO they are. And since I don't have that many ships in this show, I only think about these things when I'm going to ship someone or if it's made canon XD

Also just for the final shot, Chase is bi-curious because of Marshall and Rocky aushaushasuhaushausa

[gingersp1ce547]

Shocking to no one, equipe e spends a lot of time with the other Brazilians on the island. In a completely unfamiliar environment, sue them for wanting to feel a little bit at home.

Not that the translator doesn’t work for them. In fact it’s probably one of the most unbelievable things about the whole place, and has helped all of them whose english is not the strongest greatly.

Still, sticking with the other Brazilians is just a bit easier. They can relax and not have to focus as much. The golden trio spend a lot of their time with pac and mike, joui and arthur enjoying their vibes while cesar enjoys getting to work on technology again.

Thiago becomes kind of fascinated with felps like a marine biologist would with a type of fish he’s never seen before. Occasionally he reports back to the group in a “you’re not gonna fucking believe what this guy did today” sort of way. Liz likes to think it’s good for him to have something to focus on that won’t leave him injured.

And then there was cellbit. All of equipe e agreed that there was something odd about him. Something that put them all on edge when he was around. It was as if the fog of a weakened membrane had taken the form of a person.

Liz does not like cellbit, not one bit. It’s probably all the time she spent with the police in her talking but even before she knew about his past, that feeling of oddness still set her off.

She tried to keep it mostly hidden, as did the rest of the team usually to better success than her. He was about to be married after all.

But maybe that feeling of oddness is why when she see’s roier alone staring at cellbit’s castle like it killed his grandpa, she doesn’t bother asking what happened. When she storms in she tackles him the minute he finds him standing on a ritual circle just like the one she found on that paper in the holy cradle.

“What the fuck. are you doing.” She grits out. He’s stronger than her but she caught him by surprise. Even so, it takes all her strength to keep him pinned.

“What the fuck am i doing what the fuck are you doing!?” He shouts back

“Where do you know this symbol! What do you know about the desconjuration?!”

Cellbit is confused, he asks her where he knows this symbol from and after a very tense conversation in which liz reveals that how esoterrorists like him doing these occultist rituals are the reason so many people she loves have died, a consensus between the two begins to be reached.

Esoterrorism does not exist in this world. These rituals, many of which liz had never seen or heard of, Cellbit had created on his own and they were much much less dangerous than the versions liz knew.

Despite this, liz still proceeded to scream at him for the next 30 minutes about trying to raise the dead was not how to solve killing your fiancé’s grandfatheR WHAT THE FUCK SHE WAS JOKING WHEN SHE THOUGHT ROIER LOOKED THAT WAY.

She leaves him be, but still keeps an eye on him. And when he eventually returns to the order, he comes to liz to ask her to join his personal investigations

Finding out how equipe e got here from a whole seemingly different world would be critical to getting off this island. Liz, realizing her investigations will go quicker with help as well as that investigating with cellbit (and roier and richarlyson) gives her a good excuse to make sure he doesnt murder anymore people, accepts with the caveat that the rest of her team can not know.

With that squared away, liz joins there investigations in full.

During them, she begins to learn more about the 3. She learns that Richarlyson is energetic little brat and that she loves him dearly. He may be annoying and well a child but god if he isn’t perceptive for his age and generally helpful during investigations.

She learns that roier is similar in disposition to thiago, if not a more animated version. But the smooth way with words and heart of gold and sorrows hidden under all that bravado is still there.

She learns that cellbit as much as she hates to admit it is reflection of herself in a lot of ways. Their shared obsession with investigation being only one of them.

She tries not to think about how cellbit was willing to do anything to get roier’s grandpa back. Putting the happiness of his fiancée at the time above everything else

She tries not to think of the wellsprings she almost killed before thiago and joui stopped her. She tries not to think about what she would give to keep her boys safe from the horrors of both this world and their own

She also learns that Cellbit doesn’t remember a lot of his past. Just waking up 14 on a battlefield with the taste of blood in his mouth. And immediately liz is reminded of alex, and feels her old friend regret rising from the grave of her body.

She swears to not let what happened to alex happen again.

Its odd, liz thinks, finding another family outside of the order. It’s something she never would have imagined and something that tears her up at night.

She never wanted to do investigation without thiago by her side and yet here she was going behind his and everyone else’s backs, but what else is she to do? Put them all in danger by wrapping them up in another investigation.

No. She refuses.

However, that decision is taken out of her hands when she finds out an egg is in danger and tears herself apart trying to rescue it