#don't show in the tag.... that's fine...... :(

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[meo-eiru]

Day 2 of Character Trivia Night! Just a heads up, I already tagged it with the necessary tw warnings but I'll be mentioning self harm so proceed with caution

For tonight we have Elias

Elias has a mother and father, and is an only child

His father is an office worker and his mother is a stay at home mom

He occasionally talks to them when they call him but doesn't actively try to keep a close bond with them

He had short brown hair before meeting you but after doing so he decided to switch to a more flashy appearance to make up for his lack of personality

He doesn't have a favorite or least favorite food but follows a strict diet to have a body to your liking

He's not a morning person but forces himself to wake up early to spend 1 to 2 hours in the bathroom prettying himself up

Has had the same manager for years but still can't remember his name

He had a few stalkers growing up and was even poisoned once after you two started dating

He was more worried about appearing sickly in front of you than almost dying so when you tried entering his room to check up on him he cried

Talking with a man for more 10 minutes, being alone with one for more than 5 minutes, not returning his calls or messages within 1 minute, not looking at him once for more than half an hour when you two are together and not complimenting him at least 30 times during the day all counts as signs of cheating in his eyes

If you show attraction to another men, such as an idol or celebrity, he'll start mimicking their looks and behavior

He desperately wants to kill the people around you but last time he tried it he almost messed everything up so now he just pretends to be a victim and ruins them socially

He's not such a high ranking model because besides his good looks he lacks presence, but he does have a decent social media following

He doesn't post that often and when he does they are either just photos or a few words, it was enough to gather a small cult following though

He does have a private account he uses to vent, he usually uses it like a diary to write about you but when he gets distressed his posts turn very aggressive

He occasionally does self harm, he doesn't particularly enjoy the feeling but he loves the expression on your face when you see it

He usually uses it as a trick to manipulate you. Once he couldn't contact you for an hour so he just spammed you with pictures of a particularly deep wound and "I'm ending it since you apparently don't care about me" messages.

You had to run to his house only to find him lightheaded from blood loss, but he just greeted you with a smile and hug like his arm wasn't dripping blood

If you can't take it and try to break up with him he'll take it outside, start making a scene, gather a crowd and threaten to jump off until you take it back due to public pressure

He doesn't particularly care about the scars left during these outbursts since he views them as memories the two of you share but if someone else leaves a scar on him, even by accident, he'll have a breakdown and attack the person until someone pulls him back

His favorite dates are the ones where you two just laze around in bed the whole day, open a random show and have sex instead of actually watching it

He's mostly fine with you having your own hobbies and interests but if you seem to enjoy them a bit too much for his liking he'll start throwing tantrums to get you to do them less

He has two moles right above his butt, on the left

[nakylvr]

RED TERROR

megan skiendiel x fem!reader

summary: megan's worst fear is losing you after it nearly happening once. she was able to save you once, but will she be able to save you again?

warnings/tags: angst, hurt no comfort, major character death, established relationship, spidey!megan, violence, language, not proofread

clock tower. running. fighting. chaos. you. hundreds of feet in the air.

there was hundreds of thoughts running through megan's mind as she tried to swing up the clock tower only to be pulled down again before she could get anywhere, her head hitting the ground with a dull thud. her mask was ripped in half, showing the right side of her face, and she swore that she had multiple ribs broken by the third time she hit the ground.

just get to yn, she kept repeating in her head that was throbbing. just save her.

getting up off the ground, megan quickly shoots a web to the top of the tower, and goes up before she can get hit again. when she lands at the top, she's breathing heavily, cowered over as she tries to see past the darkness, only really being able to see out of one eye.

"yn," she lets out a sigh of relief when she sees you. "don-don't move, okay? let me go to you." she says softly, slowly taking a few steps forward. "you're gonna be fine, i promise." she doesn't know if she's reassuring you or herself at that point, glancing down and seeing your feet near the edge.

the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, and both of you know megan doesn't have much time left before you end up falling once the clock hits twelve. and then, the bell dings. once. twice. and you're falling.

"shit!" megan exclaims, instinctively jumping down after you.

there's at least fifteen feet between you two that only keeps growing the further you fall, and megan shoots a web out to try and reach you and grab you. your eyes are wide with fear staring up at you, tears falling from your eyes. she peers down at you with her one good eye she can see out of, the web going further and further out but not reaching you quite just yet.

get to her. get to her. get to her. make it, please make it. please please please.

and then,

crack!

just as the web reaches you and grabs ahold of you, your body jerks and your neck makes a sickening noise. megan drops down the second after, her hands grabbing you and immediately her eyes go wide.

"shit, shit, shit, yn, can you hear me? yn? yn?" she starts panicking seeing your eyes stuck open, your head falling limp in her arms. "no, no, no, no." she starts shaking you, her hand going up to your face that was already losing its warmth. "no, no, no, no. fuck, please no. please." she pulls her mask off her face, tossing it aside and looking down at you.

"baby, please wake up, please." tears start flowing before she can stop them, holding your body close to her even though you can't feel it. "please, please don't leave me. i-i can't do this without you. please. yn, please wake up." she rocks back and forth with you still in her arms, crying uncontrollably while mumbling to herself.

sirens are heard from afar, but megan can't find it in her to detach herself from you. her arms secured around you like you would wake up.

"i'm so sorry," she sobs. "i'm so sorry, baby i-" she can't get any other words out, her crying making it difficult for her to even breathe with the wounds she had. "wh-what am i supposed to do now? i don't k-know what to do, yn. i n-need you. please wake up, please."

when the sirens get louder, megan's cries get quieter, now just incoherent mumbling as she continues to rock back and forth. she can hear yelling from outside, and she doesn't know what to do. does she leave? does she stay and possibly get arrested? does she bring your lifeless body along with her?

when she looks down at you again, she sees the necklace around your neck, her fingers carefully taking it off and tucking it away. "i'm so sorry, baby. i love you so much, so so much. i always will, i swear." she presses a quick kiss to your forehead before gently laying you down. she puts her mask back on and runs off the moment the police enter.

swinging through the city, tears still fell from megan's eye through the ripped mask as she tried to keep her breathing regular. she swung up onto the top of a high-rise building, sitting down on the edge and taking her mask off. almost as if on command, thunder booms above her, and it starts raining a few moments later. she would make a sarcastic comment if it were any other time, but all she did was sit there in silence as the rain poured down on her.

pulling the necklace out, megan stares at it as it dangles between her fingers, the rain falling on it coating the blood of her fingertips off of it. she clutches it in her hand tightly, holding it against her chest with tears building in her eyes again.

megan sat there for a few hours, crying her eyes out before eventually returning home. she didn't sleep that night, or for the next few nights. every time she closed her eyes all she could see was your lifeless eyes staring back at her, the tears that were falling down your face as you got closer and closer to the ground until you hit it.

she stopped wearing the suit from that point on. she put it in a box and shoved it in her closet to leave for months. she ignored all the crime that happened in the city, turning off all the police radio scanners she had. she didn't leave the house except for the day of your funeral. she could only stay for a bit before she left, getting overwhelmed and starting to break down by the time your parents started talking about you, going to her car to sit and cry for another hour.

she thought you were still there at times. she would text you funny videos forgetting you would never respond, that they would always be left unread. she would find herself going to your house when she was injured badly only to find your bedroom vacant without you, but all your decor was still up as if you would come back. she would reach for you in the mornings when she would wake up, only to touch sheets and blankets, never another body. she would see things that would make her think of you and buy it, realizing that she couldn't give it to you, that she wouldn't be able to buy any gift for you again.

sophia kept coming by to make sure megan was okay, but the ginger would say the same thing every time. "i'm existing." but she never truly felt like she was living the day you fell from her grasp. she tried to go out, meet new people, make friends when lara would drag her out of her house, but it never went anywhere. she could never stop thinking about you. every time a girl was interested in her, she backed away and would stop talking to her, still never getting over you. she couldn't. she had her whole life planned out, with you. not anyone else. she couldn't fathom the thought of being with anyone other than you. she didn't want to be with anyone other than you.

megan could never get over you. no matter how hard she tried. if she tried at all, that is. she was convinced it was going to be you two for life. with all the other different dimensions she had been in, and you weren't there — she was certain she would have you in this one. but she was wrong. and that's what ruined everything in the end.

[cybermcdel]

— 𝔖𝗨𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗟, rafe cameron . . . ⋆ ࿔｡  

⌗ pairing: ❪ rafe cameron x plus size!fem reader ❬

⌗ summary: ❪ dinner with rafe’s friends don’t go the way you expected… ❫

⌗ tags: ❪ angst, fighting with rafe, cursing etc! ❫

⌗ a/n: ❪ i just want come on here and say, your beautiful and so is your body. so go eat that snack that you’ve been craving. ❫

— ( 💿 ) 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 —

❝I don't see myself

Why I can't stay alone just by myself?

Wish I was comfortable just with myself.❞

Rafe had invited you out with his friends for dinner, insisting it would be fun. You weren’t exactly thrilled about it—his friends could be a lot, and not always in a good way—but Rafe wanted you there, and if he wanted something, you usually gave in.

The restaurant was one of those upscale casual spots—nice enough that you wouldn’t show up in sweats, but not so fancy that you needed a reservation. You felt good in your outfit, your confidence high as you walked in beside Rafe, your hand tucked securely in his.

At first, things were fine. A few laughs, some inside jokes you didn’t entirely get but played along with for Rafe’s sake. But then, the teasing started.

It was subtle at first. Little comments. Snide smirks. Looks.

You were sipping your drink when Topper leaned back in his chair, nodding toward your half-empty plate. “Damn, you’re really going in on that pasta, huh?”

The comment was laced with something sharp. You stiffened, glancing at Rafe, but he was too busy scrolling through his phone to catch it.

Kelce chuckled, adding, “Yeah, we just got the food, and you’re already halfway done. You weren’t, like, starving all day or something, were you?”

Your grip on your fork tightened. “I just eat at a normal pace, unlike you guys who act like you’re allergic to chewing.”

“True,” Sarah chimed in, sending you a supportive smile, but it wasn’t enough to stop the way Topper and Kelce exchanged glances like they were amused by you.

“Relax, we’re just joking,” Topper said, though his smirk told a different story. “You’re just a little more into your food than the rest of us. It’s kinda cute, actually.”

You clenched your jaw. You weren’t stupid. You knew exactly what he was saying.

Rafe finally looked up then, his gaze flicking between you and his friends. He didn’t say anything—maybe he didn’t even realize what was happening—but his arm moved to rest along the back of your chair, his fingers brushing your shoulder like he could feel the shift in your mood.

Then, it got worse.

When the waiter came back to check on your table, you ordered dessert—a slice of cheesecake, because you wanted it. But the moment the waiter walked away, Kelce let out a low whistle.

“Man, you’re still going? Gotta respect the commitment.”

“She’s bulking,” Topper snickered, nudging Rafe’s arm. “Right, Cameron?”

Your stomach twisted. It wasn’t even what they were saying—it was the tone, the way they were looking at you, like you were some joke they were all in on.

And Rafe? He laughed.

It was a small chuckle, almost absentminded, but it was enough.

Something in you cracked.

You shoved your chair back, the sound scraping against the floor as you stood up.

“Yeah, you know what? Fuck this,” you said, grabbing your bag. “I’m not gonna sit here and let you guys act like I’m some fucking sideshow act for your entertainment.”

Rafe’s head snapped up at your tone, his amusement vanishing instantly. “Baby—”

“No,” you cut him off, glaring at his so-called friends. “You guys are pathetic. Like, seriously. Sitting here laughing at me like you didn’t all get your asses handed to you in that stupid beer pong tournament last week.”

Kelce scoffed. “What—”

“And Topper,” you turned on him next, voice dripping with venom, “you wanna talk about eating habits? You were the same guy who cried over his macros being off when you didn’t get enough protein at that party. Grow the fuck up.”

Topper’s face turned red.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” you finished, shoving your chair under the table, “I’m gonna leave before I waste another second of my time with this bullshit.”

You turned to walk away, and for a second, you thought Rafe would just let you go. But then, his chair scraped back, and before you even reached the door, his hand caught yours.

“Hey, hey, baby,” he said, pulling you to a stop. His voice was softer now, lower. “Wait.”

You yanked your hand away. “For what, Rafe? So you can keep laughing with them? So I can keep being the punchline?”

His jaw clenched. “You know that’s not—fuck—I wasn’t laughing at you, I swear.”

“Didn’t seem like it,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

Rafe exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. Then, without a word, he turned back to the table.

“Yo,” he said, his voice dangerously calm as he leaned against the edge. “You guys wanna tell me what the fuck that was?”

Kelce blinked. “Dude, come on, it was just—”

“I don’t care what you think it was,” Rafe cut him off, his tone cold. “That’s my girl you’re talking to like that. My girl, who I brought here, and you think you can sit there and clown her like she’s some fucking joke?”

Topper raised his hands. “Rafe, man—”

“Nah,” Rafe shook his head. “Nah. Y’all are dumb if you think I’m letting this slide. You wanna make jokes? Fine. Just don’t expect to sit at my table while you’re doing it.”

Silence.

Kelce shifted uncomfortably. “Dude, we were just messing—”

“Then mess with each other,” Rafe snapped. “Not her. Never her.”

You stared at him, your heart twisting, but you didn’t let your guard down. Not yet.

Rafe turned back to you, his expression softer now. “Baby, I swear I didn’t mean to laugh. I wasn’t thinking. But I should’ve said something immediately, and I didn’t. That’s on me. I fucked up.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Yeah, you did.”

He sighed, stepping closer. “I know. And I hate that I made you feel like I was one of them just now. But I promise you, I’m not.”

You didn’t say anything, still holding your ground.

Rafe hesitated, then, in a low voice, added, “Please don’t go. Let me fix this.”

You exhaled, tension still thrumming through your veins, but… fuck. He was trying.

After a long moment, you sighed. “You’re paying for my cheesecake.”

Rafe’s lips twitched, relief flooding his face. “Obviously.”

And when he reached for your hand this time, you let him.

[willowsnook]

an experiment pt. 3

lando norris x reporter!reader

a/n: 😈

pt. 1, pt. 2

tags: @sarx164 @wildflowerrsszz, @jaematthews15, @opastries81 @armystay89 @hadesnumber1daughter @dying-inside-but-its-classy @chlmtfilms @freyathehuntress @ashley-k @charlesgirl16 @widow-cevans @cmleitora @rawr-123s-stuff @majapapaya4 @fullmugwolffish

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Y/N: ABSOLUTELY NOT LN: non-refundable, sorry. See you tomorrow

You threw your phone across the room, furious. Hadn’t he done enough? You had your resignation letter typed out, for god’s sake. Begrudgingly, you moved across the room to find your phone, calling your best friend. 

“What’s up?” David asked.

“Lando Norris is coming to Austin to see me,” you said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Wait, why?” David questioned. You could hear his confusion over the phone. 

“I don’t know, he posted that thing on Insta and then texted me that he bought a flight,” you complained. 

David snorted, "He posted that thing and then immediately bought a flight? Sounds like someone's feeling guilty," David said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You groaned, flopping back onto your bed. "I don't care if he feels guilty. I don't want to see him."

"You sure about that?" David asked skeptically. "Because it seems like you two have some unresolved tension."

"The only tension we have is me wanting to strangle him," you muttered.

David laughed. "Right, because that's totally normal behavior between two people who hate each other."

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see you. "What am I supposed to do? He's just going to show up here."

"Well, you could always not be there when he arrives," David suggested. "Or you could hear him out. Maybe he genuinely wants to apologize.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” you complained to him and you heard him laugh in response. 

“I’m always on your side, but let’s just say that Carlos isn’t the only one betting on when you two will get together.”

Instead of answering you hung up, not interested in hearing what he had to say anymore. You groaned before pulling yourself off your bed to begin cleaning. Deep cleaning your apartment always cleared your head and it killed two birds with one stone considering that Lando was coming the next day. 

Lando didn’t answer any of your texts the rest of the night and you started to convince yourself that he wasn’t coming which had you relieved. That was shortlived when you heard someone knocking on your door the next day as you were eating lunch. 

“You’re kidding,” you said, shocked as you opened your door to see him standing there, exhaustion written all over your face.

“I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now,” he mumbled, pushing past you with his small suitcase. 

“I didn’t invite you to come,” you shot back, following him angrily. He set his stuff down near the kitchen island before turning back to you. 

“My guilt was eating me alive so I had to come,” he said plainy.

You rolled your eyes, “I would have saved you the trip if you just would have called.” 

He gave you a pointed look, you both knew you wouldn’t have answered. 

“Can I please take a nap before I read the apology speech I prepared?” He asked and you fought hard against the laugh threatening to escape. It didn’t go unnoticed by Lando who smiled triumphantly. 

“Fine,” you agreed, showing him to the guest room. “Why do you have your suitcase?” 

“I didn’t book a hotel,” he replied nonchalantly. 

“Then where are you going to stay?” He didn’t answer and you furrowed your eyebrows. “No. No way. Do you not remember that I don’t like people staying over?”

“I remember every single thing about that night. In detail,” he shot back and your face flamed red. “We won’t be in the same room so it should be fine by your rules.” 

You stormed out of the guest room and slammed the door. You paced back and forth in your living room, trying to process the fact that Lando Norris was currently napping in your guest room. This was not how you expected your day to go. After about an hour, you heard the door open and Lando emerged, looking slightly more rested but still jet-lagged.

"Feel better?" you asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of your voice.

He nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. "Look, can we talk?"

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall. "Isn't that why you flew halfway across the world?”

"I had no idea what was happening y/n, you have to believe me,” he said honestly. “I got rid of social media mid season because of the amount of hate I was getting. I’m so sorry this happened.”

“The things that have been said about me Lando…” you trailed off, resolve cracking. “How could I want to keep doing this?” 

Lando's face fell as he saw the pain in your eyes. He took a tentative step towards you, his voice soft. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. What they've been saying, it's not okay. Not at all."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "It's not just what they're saying. It's... everything. The threats, the harassment. They found my personal information, Lando. I don't feel safe anymore."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt evident on his face. “You’re too good for us to lose you. That article you wrote? It was brutal, but it was honest. And that's what makes you great at your job.”

You didn’t say anything but didn’t stop Lando as he stepped even closer to you, his hands coming to cup your face. 

“I need you there,” he admitted. “I need you to keep me on my toes, to keep me accountable. Don’t let them win.”

A tear escaped your eye and Lando brushed it away with his thumb, staring intensely at you. You laid your head against his chest, taking a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to you again. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” you replied softly. Pulling away, you tried to collect yourself before turning back to him. “How long are you here for?”

“Couple of days,” he said sheepishly. 

“You know I’m not going to sleep with you again just because you’re here,” you said and he rolled his eyes. 

“I’ll try not to be offended that you thought that was what I wanted,” he replied. 

“Whatever,” you said, heading towards your room. 

“Pain in my ass,” you heard him mutter under his breath as you left. 

The next day was actually enjoyable, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. You and Lando got brunch before walking around the city, you showing him the touristy sights. 

As you walked along the river, you couldn't help but sneak glances at Lando. He seemed more relaxed here, away from the pressures of the F1 world. You had to admit, when he wasn't being an insufferable prat, he was actually quite charming.

"What?" Lando asked, catching you staring.

You quickly looked away. "Nothing. Just surprised you haven't complained about the heat yet."

He chuckled. "I'm not that delicate, you know. Besides, the company makes it bearable."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your small smile. "Careful, Norris. That almost sounded like a compliment."

"Don't let it go to your head," he teased back. “What are we doing tonight?” 

“Maybe just a movie back at the apartment,” you said. “Thanks to your apology speech, I actually will have to go back to work tomorrow.” 

He grinned at you. “Glad to hear that.”

“Yeah my first piece back will be ‘Why Oscar Piastri is my pick to win the 2025 championship.’”

You squealed as he moved into you, tickling into your sides. 

That night, you and Lando were curled up on opposite ends of your couch, watching a movie. You kept sneaking glances at him, noticing how relaxed he looked in your space. It was a far cry from the tense interactions you usually had at the track.

As the credits rolled, Lando turned to you with a soft smile. "This was nice. I'm glad I came."

You nodded, feeling a warmth in your chest you weren't quite ready to examine. "It was. Thank you for coming, Lando. I know I gave you a hard time, but... it means a lot that you cared enough to fly out here."

He reached over, gently squeezing your hand. "Of course I care, y/n. Despite our... complicated history, I've always respected you. And I hate that you were hurt because of me, even indirectly."

“I appreciate it,” you whispered. He stared at you a little longer, his eyes flickering down to your lips before he spoke again. 

“Sequel?” He asked and you smiled, nodding your head. 

As the next movie started, he didn’t move back to his spot, instead staying very close to you. As you felt yourself drifting off, you snuggled into his side, much to his amusement. The last thing you remember was him placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gently rousing you from your slumber. As consciousness slowly crept in, you became aware of a warm presence beside you, a steady heartbeat beneath your ear. Your eyes fluttered open, and the events of the previous night came rushing back.

You were still on the couch, curled up against Lando's side, his arm draped protectively around you. Sometime during the night, he had pulled a blanket over both of you, cocooning you in warmth. The TV screen was black, the movie long since ended.

Panic seized your chest as the full weight of the situation hit you. You had spent the night with Lando. Not just in a physical sense, but in the most intimate way possible - wrapped in each other's arms, vulnerable in sleep. This was exactly what you had always feared, the reason you never let anyone stay over.

Slipping out of his arms, you tried to calm yourself down as you headed back into your room. Your mind was racing as you showered, your feelings for Lando bubbling to the surface even though you pushed them down. 

Lando was sitting up and scrolling through his phone when you came back into the living room. He looked up at you, face instantly scrunching as he saw you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“Nothing, what time is your flight?” You asked, without any emotion. Lando moved off the couch towards you, grabbing your arm as you turned away from him. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Is this because of last night?” He asked and you flinched, giving him the answer he needed. 

“You need to go Lando, thank you for coming, but it’s time for you to go.” 

“Wow,” he said in disbelief. “I’ll go when you can look me in the eye and tell me that all you still feel for me is hatred.” 

“Lando please,” you said, begging. 

“Why are you pushing me away?” He asked, frustration evident in his voice. 

You took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze. "Because it can't work, Lando. We can't work."

His eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "Why not? Give me one good reason."

"We live in different countries, for starters," you said, your voice strained. "Our careers are completely incompatible. I'm supposed to report on you objectively, and you're supposed to trust that I won't use anything personal against you in my articles."

"That's bullshit and you know it," Lando snapped. "Look at Fernando and Melissa. We could make it work if we wanted to."

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. "It's not just that. We're too different, Lando. We argue constantly. Half the time I want to strangle you."

"And the other half?" he challenged.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said. 

“It does to me,” he shot back. 

“What would happen if we were together Lando?” you asked tirelessly. “If your fans hated me for writing about you, how would they treat me for dating you? I’ve seen how they treated your exes.” 

Lando was quiet for a moment, anger steaming off of him. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he finally said, coldly. “I guess I’m not worth it.”

You started to call after him but he was already gone. 

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Lando’s season started off incredibly, winning the first three races all by over 5 seconds minimum. You would think that he would be ecstatic, his boyish energy returning to interviews and PR videos but that was not the case. He was pissed. Anyone that tried to talk to him was met with short answers and anytime McLaren made him do anything, he looked like he was being held at gunpoint. 

He wanted to get over you but he couldn’t. He’d never had anyone challenge him the way you did and he could still feel you sleeping in his arms that night from a couple of months ago. His friends were walking on eggshells around him and Carlos was about to lose it. 

“Please just call her,” Carlos begged, sitting next to Lando at dinner in Monaco. They had a couple weeks in between races and what was supposed to be an enjoyable break, was turning into a nightmare for Carlos due to Lando’s moodiness. 

“She doesn’t want anything to do with me, she made that quite clear,” Lando replied. 

“She’s just scared Lando, she’s literally been checking up on you,” he told his friend. A look of interest flashed across Lando’s face so Carlos kept going. “Oscar said she asked how you were doing just last week.” 

“I don’t believe you,” Lando finally said and Carlos groaned, resting his head into his hands. 

You were miserable. The past few months since pushing Lando away had been some of the hardest of your life. You threw yourself into work, covering IndyCar and trying to ignore the ache in your chest every time you saw news about Lando's incredible start to the F1 season.

But no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, thoughts of him kept creeping in. The way he looked at you that morning on your couch, hurt and confusion in his eyes as you pushed him away. The feeling of falling asleep in his arms, more content than you'd been in years.

You knew you had valid reasons for ending things before they really began. The complications of your careers, the distance, the intensity of F1 fandom. But the longer you went without talking to him, the more those reasons felt like excuses born out of fear.

OP: Hey, you asked about Lando last week. Thought you might want to know he's in a pretty bad mood lately. Carlos is at his wit's end.

You frowned, guilt gnawing at you. Was Lando's mood because of you? No, that was ridiculous. He was probably just stressed about the season, despite his early successes.

Y/N: Thanks for letting me know. I'm sure he'll snap out of it soon.

OP: c’mon y/n, I know you’re just as miserable as he is. 

You cursed your friend David who you knew told Oscar about how depressing your life had become. As you sat in your apartment that night your mind wandered back to that last conversation. 

Why did you push him away? Because you didn’t want to get hurt? 

The truth was, you were terrified. Terrified of letting someone in, of being vulnerable, of potentially getting your heart broken. But as you reflected on the past few months without Lando, you realized you were already heartbroken.

With shaking hands, you picked up your phone and dialed a number you had been avoiding.

"Hello?" Lando's voice was hesitant, guarded.

"Hey," you said softly. "It's me."

There was a long pause. "Y/n? Is everything okay?"

You took a deep breath. "No, actually. Everything's not okay. I... I miss you, Lando. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for pushing you away."

Another pause. And then nothing. He hung up.

[sakuraodango]

a prisoner of love - chapter 1

pairing: reader (heroine) x caleb tags: smut, noncon/dubnon, manipulation, gaslighting, toxicity, imprisonment, drug use, underaged sex (which is consensual), dom/sub elements, and many more. warnings will be noted at the top of every chapter if featured. please read with caution. mdni. summary: a what if story in "Homecoming Wings" where you reunite with Caleb, but with smut and darker themes

warnings for this chapter!: noncon/dubnon, dom/sub elements, forced drug use, recorded sex(?), manipulation, yandere caleb

also available at A03!

"Ugh…uhm.." You felt groggy. Your brain felt like it was going to split open and your eye sight was blurry.

Where were you? What happened---

Caleb.

That's right. Before, you were investigating a bomb that just blew up and that's where you saw him. He was still alive, well and breathing. You cried, tearing falling from your face from your memory of seeing him. But it was only a moment of happiness, when you realized Caleb is also the reason why you were in this situation, a sort of interrogation room you guessed.

The room was dark, there was only a dim light. Your arms and legs was chained to the chair you were sitting. You looked to the table, seeing a used syringe and small bottles besides it. Did they drug you up? That explains why you felt like shit…

You groaned in pain, unable to hold it in. What was this feeling? Your body was heating up and it was almost unbearable to breathe.

"Are you awake?"

Your breath hitched, as you looked across the room.

There, Caleb was sitting, watching and observing you. He was dressed in a long, black suit, his colonel uniform. It has only been a few months since you've last seen Caleb, but he looked so different. The light in his eyes was gone and he was looking at you, with such hatred. No… It wasn't hatred, it was emptiness.

"Caleb-" You opened your mouth to speak, but for some reason, it came out more like, a moan. You were embarrassed, but coughed to clear your throat to speak again. "Ca-Caleb, I-"

"You deceived the entire Fleet with a fake identity. Can you really be a small fish?"

Caleb stood up from his seat, walking towards you.

"What..? I-"

"Do you know what happens to people who pretend to be a fleet officer? It seems the drug is working fine."

"D-drug..?" So they did put something in you. "Caleb, h-how are you alive?"

It was a split second, but you saw Caleb's eyes shift to the loving Caleb you knew before. It was only a second, when Caleb returned to a person you didn't recognize.

He reached over you, grabbing your hunter's gun from your waist band and setting it on the table. His hands moved all over your body, searching for what else you were carrying. You felt Caleb's hands feel your curves, he slightly squeezing your breasts when he passes over, pinching your waist and hips, and moving your head to the side when he was searching around your neck. He paused, when he saw a slight hickey that was fading.

Caleb sighed in disappointment, before releasing you. You let out an unconscious moan from his touch. Caleb was wearing gloves, but his touch was cold. His eyes and actions were cold and distant as well, but he was careful with your body. Every touch left a tingle down your body, how you yearned for his touch ever since he 'died'.

You still couldn't believe it was Caleb infront of you.

"You're Caleb, aren't you? You have to be him.. You look exactly like my Caleb.."

"…your Caleb?"

!!

Caleb grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up to him.

"Just where did you get his hickey from?" Caleb ripped the top of your blouse, your buttons breaking from the force, showing your tank top and skin underneath. You gasped at his actions, embarrassed.

"N-no, stop-!"

"I was only gone for a little while…who did this to you?" Caleb traced the hickey on your collarbone.

So it was him… Tears formed at your eyes, happy to see Caleb.

"..don't look at me with those eyes." Caleb stepped away from you, taking a moment to breath. "Now answer me, who?"

You kept silent, not knowing how to respond to him. You were so mixed with emotions right now. You wanted to hug him, hold him in your arms tightly. You missed him so so much. But now you were angry. That day, when your house blew up, you lost everything. You lost grandma, Caleb and your home. You wanted answers.

"How are you still alive Caleb? Is grandma here as well? I-"

"I'm the one interrogating. Don't ask questions, only answer."

Caleb placed a black collar on you. "Ugh! What is this?"

"I said no questions."

You felt a small shock and saw Caleb with a small remote. A shock collar? It didn't hurt as much, but it wasn't ideal to wear.

"Answer." Another shock.

"..i-it was Zayne.." You confessed.

"Zayne?"

After Caleb had 'died', you were alone. You fell into the embrace of another man who was there for you, Zayne. Zayne had supported you when Caleb was gone and that support became more than friendly as you spent more time with Zayne. You didn't expect your relationship with Zayne to develop so fast, but it just…happened.

"Why? How could you.." Caleb gave you another shock and you timidly looked up to him.

"I-I missed you Ca-Caleb… Zayne was there for me when you were gone, so I-"

"So you give yourself to any man who gives you a little comfort?"

"No-!" Caleb cut you off by grabbing your face. He covered your mouth with his hand, moving you face to the side, exposing your neck to him.

He came closer to you, you felt his warm breath against your ear and whimpered. Memories of past intimacy moments between you and Caleb ran through your head as Caleb kissed your neck. You missed his touch. Caleb sucked your sweet spot, kissed your ear and then bit you.

"Ah!" You moaned against Caleb's hand, Caleb licking his marks and took a step back. "W-what are you doing..?"

"Punishment." Caleb's answer was simple.

You took a deep breath, struggling to breath a little. The heat was getting to you and you wanted Caleb's cold hands on you again. Wait.. Why were you so sexually frustrated right now? Why did you want Caleb to continue to touch you?

"..it's aphrodisiac."

Huh..? You blinked as you slowly raised your head in shock.

"It's what we give to bad girls who don't listen." Caleb placed a box on the table, reaching in and taking out a small pink vibrator. "Now tell me,"

"Ah!"

Caleb turned on the vibrator, pressing it against your clothed breast. He twirled the vibrator around your right breast. When he pressed it against your nipple, you let out a moan. He rubbed the vibrator against your precious tit and moving to show your other one the same affect. Your blouse slid down your body more, allowing Caleb more access to your body.

You tried to hold back your moans. You didn't want to let Caleb know you were secretly enjoying this.

"You can't hide anything from me, pipsqueak. I know everything about you. I can tell what you're feeling just by one look. I especially know what makes you crazy."

You have to stop this, (f/n)..

Caleb let the vibrator sit on your left nipple and moved your tank top and bra down. Your right breast was exposed to the cold air, but it felt good. The aphrodisiac was driving you crazy and you were breaking down easier than you wanted.

"You love it when your breasts are being played with." Caleb grabbed your right breast in his hand. He played with both your nipples and it felt so good. Oh… He knew how to tease you, how to play you around his fingers. You couldn't hold back your moans anymore. You were letting Caleb know how much control he had over you and how easily you were giving it to him.

It wasn't just the aphrodisiac. You knew it was also how much you wanted Caleb in the moment.

Suddenly, Caleb's hands fell back. You looked up to Caleb with hazed eyes, trying to catch your breath.

"W-why..?" Oh, how you missed his touch.

"It's not a punishment anymore if you are enjoying it." You blushed.

"I-I wasn't!"

"Liar." Caleb clicked some buttons and you felt the chair move.

The chair lifted you up a little, your waist up, spreading your legs for Caleb. You struggled against your restrains, but it was futile. You couldn't wiggle your arms or legs out and this drug was making you submissive.

Caleb took in the sight of you, how he missed your feel. He also missed you so much. He always wanted to go to you, but he couldn't. It wasn't entirely his fault to why you were alone. But..

For you to give yourself to Zayne?

Caleb took a knife, you watched him admire the sharp knife.

"W-what are you going to do?" You wanted to run away and hide, but you sat still facing Caleb because of your bindings.

"..I already told you,"

Your eyes widened when Caleb used the knife to cut your pants.

"Caleb, no-!"

He then ripped the rest of your clothes, leaving you naked infront of him. You desperately wanted to cover your body, so you were trying to move. Caleb chuckled at your useless attempts.

"Oh my dear pipsqueak.." Caleb pressed himself against you. His crotch pressed against your bare pussy. His cock was very, very hard. You could feel him through his layers of clothes. Your juices were leaked onto him, making his uniform wet. "Are you sure Zayne could satisfy you a perverted apple like you?"

Caleb's hands returned to touch you. His gloves were a harsh texture that poked at your skin. It hurt, but it also felt so good. You thrashed against Caleb.

"Ca-Caleb, I-I'm sorry, s-so please stop.." You cried.

Caleb stopped, seeing your tears fall from your eyes. He came down to your face, speaking in a low voice.

"I can't. I can't stop anymore.. Do you not understand how much you drive me crazy? I know what I'm going to do next will hurt you, but I want you to know, that I did what I did, because I love you."

Caleb..loves you?

You were shocked at Caleb's sudden confession.

He unzipped his pants, revealing his cock. Precum leaked from his tip and he was ready. Caleb groaned, grabbing his cock and pumped it infront of you. You watched Caleb rub his cock infront of your pussy. You wanted him to shove it into you.. You wanted Caleb to fill your insides so badly.

Like he used to before.

Caleb moaned, before cumming. Strings of his cum coated your body. He came, but his cock was still stiff. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock leaking of cum. Caleb wiped the sweat from his hair and let out an airy and deep breath. He didn't expect to cum so easily, he now realized how the distance made him so deprived. He wanted you so badly… But he remembered his position.

He looked down on you, seeing your eyes were focused on his cock. You were breathing through your mouth, your hips moving side to side, and your nipples were fully perked. If it were anywhere else, Caleb would've taken you, giving you both a pleasurable and loving moment, but he couldn't. At least, not yet. He had to make a show of you to your audience.

Caleb reached for a condom on the table. He put the condom over his cock, before positioning himself at your entrance.

Your head turned up, meeting his eyes. There were no words, but he stopped his movements, to silently ask you for consent. You couldn't understand why Caleb was doing this. You didn't know what was happening or where you were. But.. But if there was one thing you knew, is that you wanted this.

You looked away, a silent gesture of giving yourself to Caleb.

"..good girl. That's my girl." Caleb slowly moved his cock into you. Your walls stretched around his cock. You shouted, feeling Caleb inside of you. When was the last time you had him inside of you? 7 months ago? Caleb continued to pushed himself, until both your lower waists touched. It was only 7 months and your pussy welcomed Caleb again.

His cock perfectly molded inside of you.

"It seems you haven't forgotten me.." Caleb moaned at the feeling of you around him.

He pulled out and thrusted into you.

You mewed at the sensation.

It was deep thrusts. Caleb would pull out of you, for you to feel only his tip inside of you and then thrust into you harshly, deeply. His thrusts left you out of breath each time. He was purposely not hitting your g-spot to tease you. Caleb knew your body inside and out, yet..

"Has Zayne ever gone this deep into you yet?" Caleb touched your stomach, feeling the his cock sliding in and out of you. "I bet he doesn't know how to properly pleasure you."

You wanted to reply, but Caleb pinched your tits.

"Does he know that you love it when both your nipples are being played with at the same time? Or does he only play with this one down here?"

His left hand trailed down to your clit.

"Ah!" You shouted.

"Oh, that's a new sound, let it out."

Caleb saw you bite your lips. He cupped your face, puffing your cheeks to separate your lips. Your moans escaped your lips, much to your dismay. Facing up to Caleb, you loved watching Caleb's loving expressions as he worked for the pleasure for you both. The look of love Caleb had in his eyes when he stared down on you, was something you always watched at while you both were having sex. It's just… There was something blinking away on the ceiling.. W-what was it-

A-a camera?!

You looked up to the ceiling, pass by Caleb's head. There, a camera was positioned towards you and Caleb. It was beeping with a red light and you now realized, you were being watched.

"Caleb, camera-" You tried to verbally stop Caleb, but that seemed to only quicken his pace. "S-stop, t-there's a camera!"

You didn't want anyone else to see you in such a pathetic moment.

"You just realized it now? You were always being watched, ever since the moment you entered this place… Oh, you seem to like it.." Caleb moaned feeling you tighten around him. "Don't you remember at the house? It would be at midnight when we would do this, you under me as I thrust my cock into you.."

You shook your head, not wanting to agree with Caleb, knowing your body was betraying you.

"You can feel it too, how much your pussy is squeezing around me… It's the same whenever we heard grandma get up from her room to go to the bathroom. We would stop moving. But when she returned to her room, we could continue. You always said you hated it, but down here, your pussy is more honest… You actually like it when someone's about to catch us, right? O-oh, i-it feels so good…"

You shook your head, wanting to deny the filthy things Caleb was accusing you of.

"The truth is.." Thrust.

Your head fell backwards with how rough Caleb was treating you.

"You like it when other people watch us." Caleb moaned. "Are you going to cum? I-I can feel you so tight… You can cum pipsqueak. No one's going to judge you… I want you to cum.."

You didn't want to.

Caleb put you into a mating press, his cock now hitting your g-spot.

"Cum, come'on, won't you cum for me? I-I'm so clo-close… So closeee~"

Caleb…

You closed your eyes, allowing your pussy to control your mind and heart. You didn't want to, but with Caleb's cock inside of you… It was hard to stay sane. He was also driving you crazy. The familiar manly apple scent lingered from Caleb's body. The sight of Caleb. And his voice..

"Pipsqueak..!" Caleb moaned your name. He was also reaching for his orgasm.

And with a hard thrust, you and Caleb came at the same time. Caleb thrusted into you a few more times, riding out his orgasm high and keeping his cock deep into you. He grunted at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him, before relaxing. He pulled his cock out, admiring your slick that connected you and him.

"You did so well pipsqueak…" Caleb praised you.

You loved it when he did.

You fell back to the chair, catching your breath. Caleb threw a blanket over you and spoke to his communicator on his wrist.

"She's not a threat anymore. The interrogation is over."

“If you say so colonel.” A man’s voice from the other side.

“…” Caleb turned to you, seeing you already passed out on the chair.

Maybe he did go too far.

But..

Caleb moved your hair from your face, admiring how beautiful you were. He didn’t mean to make you so sad… He always wanted to go to you and stay in your embrace. His place was always next to you.

He unlocked your restraints and picked you up in a princess carry. Your clothes were ripped, so he used the blanket to wrap around you. Caleb didn't like the idea of you both being watched from the cameras, but he had to prove his loyalty somehow.

With you in his arms, Caleb left the room. He was quickly met with two other guards. Caleb could see the wet dent in their pants. They were clearly masturbating to what had happened between you and Caleb in the interrogation room.

"We can take her from you, colonel." They offered, their eyes only focused on you.

"No. I will be taking care of her personally." Caleb glared at the two men. He used his evol to remind the guards of who was in charge. The two guards shivered and held their head down, as Caleb continued on. As if he would let trash touch you.

Caleb brought you to his home, a cozy apartment he knew you'd love. He dressed you in clothes he had already prepared and laid you in bed. You were sleeping soundly and Caleb kissed the top of your head.

He sighed, regretting what happened earlier. It was the first time you two meet after a long while. Caleb wanted a more heartwarming and lovingly memory, but he was afraid you'd.. Hate him after. But what has happened, already happened. Caleb can only hope you can forgive him then and what was going to happen next.

masterlist | lads masterlist

[blauerhund]

Pauls contribution to the Spy Museum Berlin

See: https://rammwiki.net/wiki/Spy_Museum_Berlin_(soundtrack)

I recently visited Berlin and wanted to check out the spy museum Paul did the music for, ze Deutsches Spionagemuseum, which is located at Potsdamer Platz. It's probably the last Rammstein related spot left that I've been wanting to check out in the city and I finally came about doing so in the one day I was there. The last time they unfortunately had a fire alarm going on, so I couldn't go in, but this time I succeeded!

I really ... I can't get myself to be interested in History Museums and the like, I don't know why. Maybe it's because my dad dragged us kids through every single castle, open air farm museum and medieval market South Germany had to offer at the time, resulting in the adverse effect of me, as an adult, feeling like I need to go sit down after having taken five steps into a Natural History Museum. I guess that means I'm satiated. Sometimes I visit art exhibitions though, but even those drain me so much, I just about run through them and am in a bad mood afterward. Have you heard of Museum Fatigue, because that's a real thing! Anyhow, that's why I made it my mission to walk through the spy museum looking only for the music bits playing. I spent about 10€ at the entrance and then walked in through something resembling a personnel sluice.

At first, I thought they had removed the music as I didn't hear any sounds at all for quite some time after going in, apart from some shooting noise coming from the one corner. However, on the second floor I made out a brawarahh and pushed past info screens, a real-life Trabi and spy standees trying to find out where the sound was coming from. I wanted to try recording some of it as well.

The speakers were put up high above, and I stood there looking like a complete nut holding one arm outstretched above my head pointing my phone at the ceiling. Luckily there weren't too many people there, but what does it matter to me, I was on my mission.

Ever since I had first heard about it, I've been wondering how Paul came about doing this. I guess the most likely explanation is him having a friend involved with the spy museum, asking him if he wanted to put a small part in or something similar. I think Paul is someone who would be happy contributing to a culturally significant occasion or institution, if he sees fit. As can be seen on his Instagram, he does like to look at attractions and things alike, and I imagine him being quite enthusiastic about doing so:

https://www.instagram.com/paullanders_official/p/B1gYv3hoByc/?hl=de&img_index=1

Look at the last picture – he has a good time. I think it's often the bunch consisting of him, Olli and Schneider out and about looking at local attractions and exploring the cities they play in. Jens tagging along from time to time :^)

The Spionagemuseum has quite a few things you can get hands on with, like solving small riddles or trying out a lie detector test. Or even making your way through a laser field! I, well, I just looked at it, but I can see Paul getting in there, rolling around on the floor. It's definitely a well produced exhibition!

They also showed footage of spy movies like Jason Bourne, Mission Impossible, James Bond and so on, with music playing next to it and, you know, I'm quite confident that one wasn't done by Herr Paul Landers, but just the original score. Although there is a song in the laser room where I was sure it was a movies soundtrack as well, but on the RammWiki page there is a song called "Laser Room" so it must be from Paul! Only goes to show his versatility :) Correct me in case I'm wrong and it's a film score after all.

At first, I wanted to include my recordings in this post, then I got a bit scared of violating copyright law, so I'm not gonna share them here (unless we have a German law expert on here telling me it would be fine?), but feel free to DM me. It's mostly eerie sounds, plus that one film score-like bit.

I think I feel rebellious enough for a little snippet though, so if you want to have a taste of Pauls soundtrack composer career, have a listen:

[utilitycaster]

As someone who dropped off last year because the aimless indecision annoyed me SO MUCH: the tag being filled with people who feel entitled to a happy ending from entertainment "because the world sucks so bad right now and we need it" is making me feel some kinda way. If the world sucks so bad, maybe put half the effort into making it marginally better that you do defending a DND game? Is that a shitty take on my part, or is there some correlation between "happy ending to make me feel better" and "dooming about politics is action actually"

If it's a shitty take, it's a shitty take I share. I have long suspected a lot of the C3 defenders to be variants on Fandom Is Activism, whether it's having a blog where basically all you do is accuse anyone who has any criticism of any of Bells Hells of the form of bigotry that that character would experience; posting all kinds of tankie propaganda while probably still voting after spending months telling your followers not to; making movie lists with two films about the same group white Vietnam war protestors and four animes and then tossing on the most obvious Iranian and Holocaust films in the context of our current political moment; and whatever has led a bunch of white middle-class southern 20-somethings to decide they are the most oppressed people on earth and deeply lacking in representation on a show where half the entirely white cast is from appalachia or the south; all while talking nonstop over countless nonwhite and non-Christian people in the fandom.

I've already said that I don't find overly sweet fluff where everything works out fine despite anything you do comforting - hell, Sesame Street doesn't have that - and if people do want that, might I recommend Hallmark movies, but I suppose it's fine if you do. It's just...man I could have sworn these same people only a few weeks ago were accusing us evil C2 fans of being mad this isn't a comfort show? must have imagined that.

[msnihilist]

@marshemillow Sorry, I'm choosing to reply in a reblog because it turns out that I actually have quite a lot to say about this and I don't think it'll fit in a reply >_<

This is why I put, "it's not just me, is it?" in the tags. Because the narrative doesn't directly do this, but the way that the later seasons of SU handled Pink Diamond just... left a bad taste in my mouth, I guess.

When the truth comes out about Rose being Pink, Garnet breaks apart because Ruby and Sapphire feel like they've been manipulated to be together. Which is fair. I don't think any of the characters are "feeling" the wrong things, I think some of this stuff is nuanced and there's no "correct" way to feel about Rose.

But Pearl explains that, for Rose, the "revolution" was just for herself, mainly, until she met Garnet — that seeing Garnet expanded her world in ways she'd never even thought of and her revolution became for Garnet, and all the other Gems who didn't fit underneath Homeworld's tyranny. So that's cool. And it makes sense — Pink Diamond is so high-ranking and secluded from normal Gems that I really don't think she ever thought about others feeling the same way as her before!

Except that when Ruby and Sapphire choose to get married, they're doing it because "this time Garnet is our choice," (like she wasn't before??) and they don't say anything about Rose, or have, like, a seat set aside for her?

I guess what gets me the most is that, later on in the show, Rose is treated like a shadow that hangs over everyone instead of their dead friend who fought for them to live a life filled with their own choices. Because this pattern with things being "now Rose-free" like Ruby and Sapphire's wedding, continues.

In SU Future, the Gems have set up "Little Homeworld" which is a school for them to teach Gems how to be themselves. Which is neat! I like it a lot. I like that some of the Gems legitimately do find satisfaction in their assigned roles, and some don't (good allegory for finding your own gender and sexuality, here, too 👍)

But, like, the Crystal Gems named their "freedom school" after the dictatorship that they fought so long to leave. And some Gems still enjoy living that way. So it's clearly not that Homeworld itself is the problem, or what the Gems are trying to heal from.

And it feels like Steven's whole healing journey is getting as far away from his mom as possible. Ever since the whole "I am my mom" stuff, the narrative has been saying that Steven is burdened by the legacy that Rose left him with. (Sorry that she didn't think thousands of years into the future before trying to leave her abusive family as peacefully as possible???) And it's fine for him to feel that way, but it's not Rose's fault. She never foresaw herself even having a child, or that Homeworld would come back to torment said child thousands of years later.

He leaves Beach City to "find himself," which is cool, but even in the finale episode of SU Future, he's being hugged by everyone, including the Diamonds, and there's no mention at all of his mother. Between the Ruby and Sapphire wedding, and Pearl's thing with Volleyball, it feels like they're all trying to heal from Rose herself.

Between Volleyball and Spinel, God, I can't tell which writer hated Rose more! Calling what Rose did to Volleyball a "tantrum" (yes, because God forbid an abused child with no emotional regulation lash out) felt so disrespectful towards Rose as well as Volleyball. And the whole thing with Pearl ("how did you move on?" "I didn't.") felt SO pretentious and honestly really soured my enjoyment of the episode. Because they never talked about Homeworld or the Diamonds, they talked about Pink, and what she did to them.

And the hug at the end of SUF proves that it wasn't Homeworld that Steven, or anyone else, was trying to heal from. The Diamonds were ultimately forgiven. So I don't understand why Rose is treated as a narrative Boogeyman.

It's so weird to me that Steven Universe retroactively tried to make Pink Diamond into a bad person, like?? She was abused and neglected and manipulated, and no one saw her as anything important even after she 'died.' She was a toy to White and a funny little thing to Blue and Yellow. Her sisters liked her dances and her songs and her happiness, but they never really liked her — in fact, they tried for decades and centuries to smother anything individual about her. And they only realized they were wrong thousands of years later.

Personally, I think everything Rose did was justified. I wouldn't have handled that kind of abuse with even half as much dignity and grace.

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[hesitationss]

anyone can make a zine, regardless of skill level or access to materials or design programs. all you need is paper, scissors and drawing utensils (although many people enjoy collaging!) web search "8 page 1 sheet zine how to".

everyone SHOULD make a zine too, you will feel so good about it ♡ it's about putting the power of production into the hands of the people! also you don't have to sell it or anything, you can just make one for yourself or trade/give some to friends!

i really love julia grofrer's guide to analogue self publishing aka making zines on 8.5x11 paper

and jaydragon/jdragsky's thread on staple's self serve print centres (if you're area does not have a local print shop, they probably have a staples or fedex print centre)

if you can't draw, here is twitter thread for public domain art and also a mini summary of when thing enter creative commons (generally 70 years after artist death in the US and CAD)

i also have a DIY zine page on my art blog that i am dedicated to updating as i find more resources! (not accessible through tumblr mobile app, mobile friendly, just open the link in a browser)

go make some zines!!!

[silverware-is-interesting]

i've never really made a comic before, well, i have, but nothing i had intention to show anyone else

[tgtbata]

sam/dean panty kink as per request > 🩲

[crookedfivefingers]

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link to the post I accidentally wound up prattling endlessly about in the tags 💀

[cankersaurus]

Toxic Yaoi

[masterfuldoodler]

ok idea. what if we gave stories a free pass for one or two plot holes. "this story thread had a big hole in it" ok good to know, that must not be the main point of the story since it's got plot holes. they must have put their attention on what they thought was the important part. time to look closer at the other parts