#even better if he doesn't know you bartered and one day gets let go

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Random silly idea that came up in my random silly head again(i cant believe i just typed that)

A reader that used to work for the Tsaritsa and was practically like a harbinger despite having no connections to the harbingers aside from maybe a couple interactions with the top 3. The Tsaritsa used them as a spy and an informational collector, and they are also pretty strong(as imaginable from someone who steals important information from dangerous sites 24/7)

However, after getting more and more information about such disturbing things, they of course start disliking and soon, hating such a job. However, if they are to ever leave or quit, they would be killed as they hold too much important information and cannot be trusted to wonder around with such knowledge. So they escaped from the fatui and are actively hiding from agents so that they don’t get killed.

Childe had known about them when they worked under Tsaritsa but just like any harbinger under the rank of top 3 he didn’t knew much about them. After being stuck as FL, he is also actively on the run from the fatui, but unlike the reader he would probably just get captured and sent to some sort of cage while reader wouldn’t face any less than a death penalty. When FL and Reader meet, needless to say they understand each other’s situations more than well. So they hide together and try to get out of the mess which they are both tangled in.

I thought of pretty angsty stuff with this scenario, but i guess where it leads us to goes to you :)

- 👻anon

ohhh dear anon can i just say, i LOVE your random silly head so much :D

you swore you'd never get close to anyone- not while you're in this position, anyway, hiding and running from the Fatui. it's not a life you'd wish on anyone, constantly having to move and watch your back, never trusting anyone since they could be a spy in disguise just waiting to drag you back to the Tsaritsa for your looming execution. it'd be a cause for celebration, you're sure, the death of a Snezhnayan traitor. so you keep your distance from everyone, interacting only when you need to and leaving at the first sign of trouble

until you meet Childe one day in the woods of Liyue

you didn't plan to take him with you, only patch up his injuries and see him on his way, because despite being a Fatuus you couldn't bear to see any creature in pain. it breaks your heart to hear the strange, horned beast whine and gasp when you bandage each wound, and afterwards he turns and collapses, head on your lap and crystalline eye looking at you pleadingly

he purrs when you hesitantly pet him, weak but steady, and you sigh and know that you're a pushover

even after you tried to leave him to his own devices, he just keeps following you, never even trying to disturb anything but eagerly fluttering his wings and chirping when you turn to look at him. once it was clear he wasn't just going to leave you reluctantly learned his name, the monster happily nudging your hand towards scratches on the ground that spelt "Childe". admittedly it is quite nice to have a companion after all these months alone, especially one who presses his cheek into your hand, purring and trilling whenever you give him attention. late at night Childe holds you, stroking your hair and letting out soft croons and whines as you struggle against the grasp of the nightmares that come whenever your eyes close, clawed hands gently wrapped around your own smaller fingers in comfort

one day, you find out he's Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, and oh, he hates the look of fear in your eyes, the pure terror you emit when you're normally so steeled and determined. he whimpers desperately, lowering his head to seem smaller and less intimidating, crying out when you instinctively back away because you're going to die, you've messed up and you can't escape oh Archons-

Childe's head softly presses underneath your chin, careful not to prod you with his horns, and your hands land in his thick ginger hair. he's sitting now as you stand, petting his fluff nervously, his claws clinging to your shirt as he coos. he won't betray you, he promises- he's being chased and hunted too, like an animal. you can be chased together so please, please stay?

he loves you too much to handle your absence

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

1k / 39 / post-apocalypse au, part 3

...

By the time Soap eases himself off of Roach’s back and Ghost hauls him into what must be the infirmary cabin, you turn around to find the camp’s gates shut tight and fortified in preparation for nightfall. One way in, one way out, as with any smart semi-permanent settlement. You’re locked into the squad’s camp. Not on purpose, Price tells you. But you swear there’s amusement behind his eyes.

No good deed goes unpunished.

It’s more of an encampment than a settlement, with log buildings and structures everywhere. Looks like something they fixed up into someplace livable. Nicer than most hovels you’ve seen since society crunched under the boot heel of chemical warfare. You’re tempted to root around the place, get a better look around inside, too, but going inside somewhere enclosed makes you feel itchy now. You sit outside at the campfire instead, leaning back against the massive, furry flank of your snoozing dog.

Price looks at you over the fireside, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His blue eyes seem to be analyzing you.

Roach sleeps next to you, one of his front paws flopped over your leg. It must be nice to be able to go to sleep that fast, no worrying about what the morning could bring.

You don't look at Price for a long time. But the more you concentrate on looking away, the more irritated you get. You pull at the grass. Finally, you glance back. He doesn’t politely avert his eyes. That irritates you even more.

"What?" you snap at him.

Price shrugs, not at all bothered. "Just checking you out." He takes a drag of his cigarette, leans back, and eyes you. "Smoke?"

"Where the hell are you getting cigarettes? You live in the middle of the woods."

He chuckles. "Trade with some of the settlements a way away. Cigarettes always make good bartering chips."

"Not if you smoke 'em all up."

"Gotta indulge where I can." He blows a stream of smoke away from you. "Here."

He's right, too. He hands you a cigarette.

A few minutes later, you're enjoying it, letting the nicotine soak in after a long day. That's still one favor you owe Soap and now one to Price.

"Your dog got a name?" Price asks as he lights his own next cigarette."

"Roach."

"What's his deal? Mutie hound?"

"He was my dog before he went all..." You square your hands. "Big. So he listens to me."

Price eyes the beast. "Sure he does. Must be conveneint, being able to tell him to sit there and keep your feet warm, huh?"

You take another drag, leaning forward a bit more toward the fire. "Sure is. Slobber everywhere, though. And the farts he rips..."

"Worse than the mutagen?"

"Exactly. Chemical warfare."

He chuckles. "Soap mentioned you once or twice. Never a dog, though."

"I thought I lost him to the forest." You glance at Price sideways. "What did Soap say?"

"Eh. He says too much."

"Right."

"Just said you're scrappy for a civvy. Pretty scrappy, period." He takes in another drag. "Seemed fond of it."

You scoff. Civvy. Is that what you are? But you don't pick a fight about it. The cigarette is good. You feel like you could lay down in front of this fire and sleep. Maybe you will.

Price doesn't say anything more. The silence is comfortable. You take in the atmosphere. It's peaceful, really: the fire warm and bright, the forest sounds and the smell of smoke mixing pleasantly with the cloud of nicotine in your lungs.

Price takes another drag. "Soap's a good lad, even if he can't quite stop shooting his mouth off."

"How many of those you got?"

"Cigarettes?"

"Mhm."

"How many you tryna borrow?"

"Another one."

"You'll get hooked if you're not careful."

"Indulging where I can, aren't I?"

"You are at that." Price hands you another with a smirk. "And a handful. You know, that dog of yours is a lot of muscle. We could use that."

"You're not the first one to think that, old man. He only listens to me, so don't get any nasty ideas about offing me and stealing him."

Price smirks. Sounds like you have experience dealing with other survivors. "Wouldn’t be a bad trade-off," he says, shifting into a lazier position as he stares into the fire. "Might anyways. Can't imagine keeping a dog that size just for a foot warmer. That beast's gotta be put to use. Turn him into a war hound or something." He takes another drag. "Can't imagine Soap'd be happy about you gettin' killed, though. Or the other lads, for that matter."

You smirk. You can tell he's got a dry sense of humor. You do, too. "Can't kill civvies, can you?"

"You're hardly a civvy," Price mutters under his breath. "Civvies're tame."

"Shame. Guess you're not getting my dog."

"Pity." Price taps his cigarette ash into the dirt. "Got a lot of cigarettes and nobody to smoke 'em."

"Thought you bartered them."

"Just getting a head start in case the trading starts to slow down. Keeps the supply low." Price takes in another drag. "But suit yourself. Best to leave before you get hooked."

He flicks the cigarette into the fire and walks away. You watch the flames and feel the warm lure of sleep pull you closer. It's like another favor for a favor, isn't it? Roach's aid and yours in exchange for a full night of rest and another day of cigarettes and food. Maybe two days. Just enough to recharge and get enough sleep. Enough for Roach to recover.

You curl into Roach's side, closing your eyes. Just another day or two. That's all. Then you'll vanish.

Roach nudges you as you nestle into his fur. You're exhausted, but you're also safe and more or less relaxed for the first time in days--weeks--and your mind finally starts to slow down.

The fire crackles gently in front of you. Roach snores quietly, content to keep you company through the long, quiet, dark night.

For the first time in a long time, you feel warm and safe. It's not much. But it's enough.

You let your eyes close and finally succumb to sleep.

...

part 1 / part 2 / [part 3]

more Price / more Soap / masterlist

[techwrecker]

The Bad Batch Off-Duty Headcanons

✧Hunter

His favorite off-duty activity is fishing off the pier. Due to his heightened senses, sometimes he just needs a quiet break with a little action.

Sometimes will bring Echo with him when he wants a little company. Usually they sit in a comfortable silence.

Conversation includes the occasional complaints about the goings-on of the Marauder. ("Wrecker left his used blacks on my bunk, again.")

Can be coerced into going to 79's but only if Wrecker offers to pay for the first round.

Self-Appointed DD (Except for that one weekend but we don't talk about that one weekend. EVER.)

✧Wrecker

Absolute Bumper Speeder junkie

Will beg and beg and BEG anybody he can to go with him once they're off.

He knows exactly how to wear each of the batcher's down. (But crosshair always manages to disappear before he can get to him)

He does calculations on the fly all day to calibrate the correct elements for the explosive reaction he needs, so bumper speeders is a way to just let it all go

Wrecker doesn't have a hard time having a good time. He's a pretty happy-go-lucky guy on on and off duty.

His favorite waitress at 79's has a specially mixed strong brew for him. Because he's so much bigger, the alcohol content is way high. (But he’s on unofficial friendly probation for a few weeks by the 79’s manager because of that one weekend.)

At the end of the night, he's usually doing karaoke with whatever poor sap of a clone he was able to rope into it.

Can still carry everybody back to the Marauder on his shoulders

When he's not pal-ing around, Wrecker can be found sweating at the Republic-sanctioned Workout Station.

✧Crosshair

He typically stays pretty close to the Marauder when he's off-duty.

A surprisingly big reader. Prefers history holos or historical fiction. (One time Echo caught him with a historical romance holo, but in his defense, "the summary had no indication it was romance!") ((He secretly enjoyed it.))

Even though he's off-duty, he still shines and cleans his rifle every day. Can't have it crukking out on him mid-mission!

Depending on the planet they're on, he actually likes to go out with Wrecker and try the local cuisine and food stalls. Sometimes he'll try and convince Tech to go back to a planet just for a food he's craving. (Tech only obliges if Crosshair promises to clean his gear, too. Maker knows he is the least tidy out of all of them.)

79’s isn’t really his scene unless the whole batch is together & even still, he tries to stick to the outskirts to avoid unsavory company.

There’s a few buddies in the 501st that he’ll talk to occasionally because they share an affinity for artillery and sharp shooting (Echo introduced them)

Has to intervene when Wrecker gets too crazy (don’t worry, no fighting… except that one weekend…) and reassure his large friend that “yes, wrecker, everybody is your friend... whatever helps you sleep at night…”

✧Tech

Tech is never really “off-duty”. His projects and experiments are his hobby. Besides, if he wasn’t fixing the Marauder from the most recent mission on the off days, when would the crew find time to do it next?

But if the Marauder is (surprisingly) in complete “working” condition, he focuses more on his hand held technological upgrades by himself or weaponry experiments with Wrecker.

He and Wrecker were commanded by Hunter to yell an obligatory “CLEAR!” whenever they do a new explosion text (because of that one one weekend)

Spends his extra extra free time at the deep used markets on the lower levels of Coruscant to scrounge and barter for parts he needs for his projects.

"I hardly think a second rate, third generation circuitry coupling is worth fifteen credits. I could get better parts from the dumpster outside Dex's during All-Species Week."

Tech will typically just nurse a sweet drink at 79's because "why drink something that does not taste good? It would have little value beyond the mind altering effects."

✧Echo

Always visiting and making plans with his 501st buddies

79's is the place to be when Echo is around. He becomes the life of the party with his old command. (Everybody blames him for that one weekend we don't speak of...)

Prefers to get as drunk as fast as possible

Happens rarely, but Echo gets the WORST hangover and regrets his entire life. Not fun to be around when that happens. "WRECKER! I said. Shut. Your. Mouth." (but he goes out to buy him Mantell Mix as an apology.)

When they're not available, sometimes he will help Tech out with his mad scientist projects, but usually he gets worn out from Tech Talk after a couple hours.

Likes to go on whatever scenic route walks are available to him on the planet they happen to be on that week. (It helps reduce the feedback he gets constantly through his headpiece ever since Skako Minor.)

Will catalog new flora and fauna to the database for Tech on his walks.

Has definitely made a few furry little friends & always brings treats with him to share

Once he finds a great view, he likes to meditate for a few minutes and really soak it all in. It helps keep him focused & calm. (Especially since life with the Batch isn't exactly serene...)

When fishing with Hunter, he likes to create new lures for Hunter to see what the biggest fish he can get (Most impressive catch so far was 42lb/19kg at 10ft/3m) (And yes, of course, he scanned the aquatic creature and saved the records for Tech.)

His datapad background is either of Hunter holding up the latest, most impressive catch OR its of the most breath-taking scenery in the galaxy taken by himself.

[woodsfae]

B5 s04e03 The Summoning previous episode - table of contents

OK. I saw a spoiler saying that Lyta blew up a planet with her mind. And now every episode I'm like "IS SHE GOING TO BLOW UP A PLANET NOW" and she hasn't done it. This episode title isn't exactly planet-explosion material to me. And also, planet-exploding sounds like season finale type of shit to me. But I'm getting very impatient for the planetary explosions.

Love Susan's new mission, but am worried that she's going to get picked off out there alone, like G'Kar. 

And she taught herself Minbari uh. To a degree. lol!! Assigned translator politely, but firmly. 

"Tell the crew: anyone who laughs answers to me personally."

I am personally impressed that Delenn and Marcus both contained themselves. 

Wow, G'Kar is not having a good time. Ooof. fuckin. Too tragic! Give G'Kar a few wins to balance out the entire lifetime of extreme shit. 

Delenn voiceover after the credits. They are leaning hard on recapping every character's whereabouts at the beginning of each episode. I am assuming they didn't want the audience to be too lost if they missed an episode or two as it aired? 

Zack Allen is feeling authoritative! Telling Delenn what must be done. An unfortunately for my dislike of him, he is right, and they ought to go look for G'Kar. 

Londo got a haircut, looks like. That crest is definitely shorter. I find Londo and his storyline to be sad and tired. 

Torturers are unionized on Centauri, lovely. 

And this is an excessively awful fate for anyone, let alone one of my long-term faves like G'Kar. 

Vir: Emperor Cartagia needs to be stopped, but I don't know about regicide. Cartagia: Tried to chop G'Kar's hands off, lol. Vir: Londo, you have my murder blessing.

Zack Allen vs a rogue faction of PsiCorps? A Shadows-collaborating wing? 

not-Kosh has robbed Lyta of all but one of her belongings! Did he even let her keep a change of clothes? Everyone's got such unique problems. Lyta's is that she's being terrorized by a god having a meltdown over realizing mortality is a thing that applies to themself.

introducing the one, the only, psipuppet!Garibaldi. He has had repeated interest in PsiCorps and has investigated them, has contacts in them. I wonder if that's going to help him resist or anything.

Dang Lyta. I don't remember seeing the gills before. not-Kosh is a dick. 

Partner: "Dark Garibaldi! Dark Kotch!"

His memory of B5 is imperfect. 

fuck off, Londo. 

G'Kar won't oblige their oppressors...and he doesn't let a single hitch hit his voice when speaking with Londo, either. Speaks volumes. 

"I hope she appreciates it," & "Me too, *glances at Susan*" is toooo funny. 

There is no end to the drama Cartagia is into. 

The torture is gratuitous. The way G'Kar's story and later writing is handled is definitely my most major gripe. I don't find it to be well done for a lot of reasons I might write an essay about one of these days.

I'm afraid I don't have any theories about who was able to override B5's security. Sheridan? And reveal his escape in a dramatic flashback later? 

lol, yes. And to disprove Delenn's naysayers so immediately and firmly. 

Protester: "Captain we thought you were dead." Sheridan: "I was. I'm better now." 

Sheridan's plotline on the other hand really tickles my fancy. His legend is fucking wild, and now he's bartered for his life with the eldest of the elder gods, and returned from the dead and promised Delenn he'd do it again. 

Lorien is there! On B5! lmfao. I guess when you've hung out with two gods, fought and killed other gods, it ain't no thing to have the elder god hanging out. 

Oh fuck, the Vorlons destroyed an entire planet and it's 4 million inhabitants in order to remove the Shadows and their influence. That is an extreme position and escalation. It kinda just makes sense to me that this is an ideological struggle between the Vorlons and Shadows. That's a lot of lower order races caught in a really big vice. 

And the League knows much less about Vorlons and their weaknesses than the Shadows and theirs. 

epic! It is continually impressive how much this sci-fi feels like high fantasy, and how correct and exciting it is for the main characters to create their own great deeds that rival the gods and all their powers. 

Also....I cannot believe I was excited about planets blowing up at the beginning of the episode. I didn't mean blow up planets like that!"

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Lady Tremaine x AFAB!Fem!Maid!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You try out a new contraption with Tremaine that your maid friend recommended- but your repressed horny Lady decides that she prefers good old fashioned tribbing better.

Warnings: SMUT. Strap-on use (I know they probably weren't a thing back then, but let it go! This is for the horny! 🤣), older woman/younger woman age gap, maid/lady of the house relationship, tribbing, etc. Unedited.

Tagging: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , and @ryantryan6969 .

She's glaring up at you, those pretty green eyes a couple shades darker from arousal and one corner of her nose pulling to the side in disgusted irritation as you line up the appliance with her pathetically slick, throbbing entrance. Usually, you love to taste her first - She always acts so high and mighty, your lady, but she always wants you back in her bed. And she's always dripping for you, - but you really want to try this, this time.

Your annoying friend - a maid, like you, who you see every day at the market, - told you all about this Thing. Using this Thing, and how it felt so dirty to be the one stretching out someone else for once. The Master of her house, a widower with intriguing interests, introduced it to her and at first he let her use it just on herself- in her room alone- at night. And she told you it was amazing, having full control of your pleasure. She went into maddening detail, which is absolutely not something you need to be hearing when you're bartering with farmers for dinner.

Then her master asked for her to use it on him, and she really couldn't shut up about it.

So eventually you asked her if she could get you one to try if its really so good, to shut her up and also- fine- you were affected. Thoughts of your Lady's pussy had broken loose in your mind, and the mental image of thrusting into her with something thicker then your fingers was an enticing option. In fact its all you could think about the rest of the day cooking and cleaning; Lady Tremaine's pretty cunt squeezing up and down on a rod of marble, leaving that delicious juice all over it, that annoyed look of pleasure written all over her lovely worn face.

Your annoying friend said sure- her master had a spare just in case they wrecked the first.

So here you are an evening later, Tremaine's daughters off on a trip and Cinderella downstairs fast asleep by the fire, prepared to make your fantasies a reality. Theirs that lovely worn face with irritation scrawled all over it, her nightgown is pulled up to her stomach - tempting you to push it up further and feel her perfect breasts under your hands, - so her pussy is totally bare in the candlelight and the contraption tied to your hips. Ready to slide in.

"Don't say I never give you anything." Your Lady tells you, rolling her eyes; completely unimpressed by this experience you've got your silly little heart set on. "If I wanted this I'd look for a new husband."

And yet, you think, she's here. Laid down for you. And when you slide a finger through her folds, you're pleased to hear a very telling wet sound. Hmm.

"I'd never. I know." You appease her, refraining from teasing her on this- she knows, though, what that mischievous grin on your face means. "Can I start?"

She just wordlessly flashes you a sharp, poisonous green-eyed look, like she doesn't even want to have to tell you. You should know exactly what she wants, when she wants it. Thats a good maid. Do it. You know this look from the first few weeks of your household duties, and it gives you a rush to see it again; a gentle grin quirking at one corner of your mouth.

"As you wish my lady." You nod, giddy, slipping your hand into the crook under her right knee and lifting her leg up and to the side slightly, the sound her pussy makes opening up telling you even further that she's ready for you. Then with an easy and satisfying thrust of your hips, you insert the tip of the toy into her sweet, slick hole.

She immediately hisses, closing her pretty eyes and turning her head to the side, and you watch her carefully. Its been a while since she's been stretched out so fully, you know, and you want her to be okay. When after a moment she cracks her eyes open again and gives you that look, again, her dark hooded eyes driving you crazy she's so damn pretty, you take your cue to really start. Her eyes close again, a calm washing over her.

Moving your hips further in to hers, you push the appliance deeper into her until she's completely filled up and your pelvises are practically flush; making you wet and tingly knowing her perfect cunt is so so maddeningly close to yours and yet painfully separated. Then you pull out again, seeing the rod covered in her slick, and start thrusting in out of her at a steady pace.

Quickly you're fucking her roughly, abusing her clit with the smooth-feeling instrument and getting more and more worked up yourself as it knocks against yours every time you press into her. You can imagine the attachment if it were actually you- the feeling of her slimy meaty walls all over you and throbbing around you, squeezing you for your cum, and it drives you crazy. You're feeling desperate. You want to make her scream with this instrument, but when you see that her lips are parted, you cant help leaning down pressing your lips to hers, your tongue against hers; her under-knee still in your grip as you grind your hips against her in shallow thrusts.

Your tongues play together passionately, full of dirty filthy secret lust. Feeling your lady's tongue in your mouth fuels you even further to fuck her tight cunt with the strap as hard as you can, taking her other leg and raising it as well to make more room for yourself between her milky thighs.

Its at least half an hour of this until you give up, she's not going to cum like this, and besides you'd rather feel her anyway. Quickly, rashly, you slip out of her and rid yourself of the contraption- discarding it over the bed. Then immediately you touch your over-sensitive, unattended-to cunt to hers and start to grind your clit against the old woman's.

Immediately her face twists into that familiar look of frustration and overwhelmed pleasure switches across her face and you feel prideful- only the feeling of your pussy can do that to her.

You grind you cunts together rough and dirty, your wetnesses making a sloppy filthy mess all over you both and at some point you reach down and part your lips for her so you slot together closer. And, Tremaine's not one to do much for anyone else- ever, and sex is certainly not an exception, but you can feel her hips slightly rising off the mattress below her and into yours. Not wanting to lose delicious contact for anything. Pants fill the room from her as well as vulgar moans from you so loud you're half worried that Cinderella will hear.

But you're too close to your crashing orgasm to care, the knot inside you pulled so goddamn tight you think you might burst with every brush of her folds on yours.

Out of desperation, you lift up the woman's night dress, needing to see her. Her. All of her. Her cunt, her breasts, her pretty face twisted into frustration wanting her climax from you. You cant help yourself- you have reach and touch them, her nipples soft under your thumbs and the taboo of this whole situation hitting you hard with your old employers tits in your hands.

She's your master, she's a woman, she's over 50- and yet here you are fucking her, your slippery cunts pressed together and sliding all over eachother in a most obscene way, and you wouldn't want anyone else. Only this old bitch.

When her orgasm hits her like a falling boulder, her clit having become harder then ever against yours, you immediately follow behind; releasing directly on her lips.

~

When you're left straddling her, having calmed down from your wonderful high's, you watch your Lady for her reaction, first. When she looks at you, obviously wondering what you're waiting for, you perk up an eyebrow and smirk. "... so? The contraption?"

Rolling her eyes upwards into her skull, she makes a tut sound with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. "Well it was a good start." She gives.

"I think it made it better, don't you?"

"It was a good start." She repeats, giving you a serious look. Thats all you're going to get from her.

Sighing and shaking your head with an amused grin, you move down her body until you're in a position close to her lovely pussy, so you can taste her. Pushing your hair back behind your ears, you give a shrug. "So we'll have to try again. Experiment some more, so you can come to a fuller judgment."

"... I'm impatient for your mouth to be occupied. Hurry."

"Yes ma'am."

[leclerced]

I feel like this whole thing got released way too early, like a year too early. And poor Carlos. What’s gonna happen now? Alonso go to Merc given how buddy-buddy he’s been with George lately? Then Sainz takes the Aston Martin spot until Audi comes along? Idk lol, I think we are all in shock and processing. Others were talking about Albon to Merc too. Your opinion?

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i've been thinking and trying to gather my thoughts all day and i'm still confused. i feel like this has been building for months secretly because things like this don't just happen. i don't rly know anything im just gonna rant all my thoughts out and hope it makes some sense to u guys.

taking into account that charles apparently knew lewis would be signing, i have a feeling they started having talks with lewis and when it got serious they probably let charles know before carlos. considering charles said, hello lewis when asked who he wanted as a teammate, i think it could have happened before that. or he was just being cute. it would explain why charles was so friendly with max and redbull, showing them he had other options if he wanted to take them, in the same way them telling charles about lewis would be them showing him they have other options. so charles knows they're in talks with lewis, and he uses redbull as a bartering chip to get a better position within the team at ferrari, to get the contract he wants, and is guaranteed an out in the event the car is shit or he doesn't work well with lewis.

or he used redbull as a bartering chip and knowing they might lose charles, ferrari signs lewis and gets rid of carlos, as a backup plan for if/when charles leaves. charles said he'll be with ferrari for "many more seasons" or something like that, so i think he wants to play it by ear, go through with this season with carlos and at least one with lewis as a teammate to see how that goes.

i think they announced it so soon because once they had charles's and lewis's contracts signed, they have to let carlos know he won't have his contract renewed. they know that carlos will be talking with other teams, so it's better for ferrari/the media to announce it now and make it their narrative than to let carlos shop around for a new seat and have talks about him leaving ferrari. plus after charles's announcement, everyone was wondering when carlos's would be. plus the thing that first leaked about charles's contract said carlos's negotiations had stalled, which makes me think lewis and charles's contracts were both signed recently.

imagine the rumors if we found out carlos was talking to toto behind closed doors and we didn't know about lewis moving to ferrari? we'd be wondering if george is losing his seat, if lewis is retiring, a million other things. knowing that lewis is joining ferrari and carlos is leaving sends a clear message. it looks better for them to make the decision to sign charles and lewis and kick carlos to the curb, rather than have it look like carlos left them and they had to go looking for drivers. stealing lewis from merc would look great in a post breakup glow up kind of way though. like, you left us but we have a seven time world champion in your seat now so good luck lol

i don't even know who could go to merc. i don't think carlos would, but maybe. love the idea of george and alex together to be honest!! i would love to see it !!! idk where carlos will go, i'm very curious what the rest of this season will bring and it hasn't even started.

[songs-in-nature]

>>>>> INTERVIEW WITH THE MUSE

REPOST and interview the muse. let them answer instead of answering for them. be as creative as you want to be. tag people whose muses you'd like to get to know better like that once you're finished.

What is your full name?

"Whisper in the trees. Though once upon a time it was Willow Allard."

Where and when were you born?

"The place was a tiny hamlet that no longer exists. The when was about... 450 years ago? I don't recall the exact year..."

Do you have any siblings?

"No, never did."

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

"I live in the thick of the forest, I made a treehouse for my son and I that has proven to be a lovely home."

What is your occupation?

"Nothing official, not in way you would mean. I suppose the closest thing to an occupation would be herbalist? Perhaps gardener."

To which social class do you belong?

"Commoner."

Are you right- or left-handed?

"Right handed."

What does your voice sound like?

"Light, I suppose. I'm not outspoken. I've been told my singing voice is like a bell. But a chiming, handheld kind."

How would you describe your childhood in general?

"Lovely. Down to Earth. Full of hard very rewarding work. Sad."

What is your earliest memory?

"My mother's eyes."

How much schooling have you had?

"Nothing formal. Enough to make sure barter at the market was fair."

Did you enjoy school?

"It was time with my mother and father, of course I did."

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

"Again, my parents. Different skills from each. Hardier ones from my father, the herbalist bit from my mother."

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

"I'm starting to sound like a serious homebody, but my mother. She was the epitome of kindness, even when others didn't reciprocate. She never let her struggles define her limits."

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

"I never really got to know my extended family. But my parents and I had a cozy life. We all loved one another very much."

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

"A wife and mother."

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

"Going foraging with my father, or helping mother cook. Days by the creek were always full of fun."

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

"I don't think I was much different. Though I suppose I've gotten less timid. That doesn't mean I'm loud! But... I'm not as worried about being heard or noticed by people. It's not taboo for me anymore."

When and with whom was your first kiss?

"I-" A glance away. "Not as long ago you might think. But I don't know what happened to him. He- left."

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

"...Same answer."

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

"When Rahim entered my life."

What is your greatest regret?

"Loving the wrong person."

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

"I'm not sure. I don't think I've done anything truly evil before."

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

"No, of course not."

When was the time you were the most frightened?

"When Rahim was learning his teleporting trick. He ended up outside the treehouse and took a bad tumble. Scared the breath out of me."

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

"Nothing in particular comes to mind..."

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

"I suppose I would erase some scars."

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

"An optimist. What's the point of purposely living in sadness and frustration?

What is your greatest fear?

"Losing my son."

What are your religious views?

"I suppose I believe in God. But he's much more complex than I originally thought."

What are your political views?

"I don't bother with something so temporary."

What are your views on sex?

"Um. D-don't do it frivolously?"

Are you able to kill?

"I don't think I could. Not unless maybe it was the most absolutely dire of circumstances."

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

"I like to think there's something that wonderful out there."

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

"I- don't care for this question. I don't know how to answer it."

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances?

"Be cruel."

Who or what, if anything, would you die for?

"Rahim."

[janis-1987]

The Accident (Fizz x Blitzo Angst)

Tw: Mammon, Fire, drugs, hospital

"Blitzo, baby, I really don't think you're ready to add this fire stunt to our show yet. I know you've been practicing and you've gotten better. But I just don't think you have it down, just yet." Fizz says softly, nervous to upset his temperamental partner.

Blitz rolls his eyes, "Fizzy, I've got this. Trust me, we've done plenty of rehearsals with it. It'll be fine."

"But most of those rehearsals you missed a catch of it and it hit another performer. Or worse the stands." He argues, his tail flicking nervously.

"It'll be great Fizzy, don't worry so much." Blitz retorts, "Come on, we're on in five. You know how Mammon gets if we aren't out in time."

Fizz sighs heavily, knowing there was nothing he could do to sway him, "Okay Blitzy."

At first the show goes great, all of the catches are on time and everything is running smoothly, easing Fizz's nerves but then the fire stunt comes up, as Blitz tosses the flaming baton into the air, it hits one of the beams that holds up the tent, setting it ablaze. At first no one notices, but that quickly changes as the tent fills with smoke as the fire spreads. The beam snaps in half as people rush to get out, running across the ring, in the process Fizz gets knocked over, falling to the ground, and the beam falls, crushing his legs. He screams but isn't heard over the crowd and he's sure this is how he will die, his horns and arms get broken by the crowd running over him and he sobs and screams, trying desperately to be heard. He coughs as smoke fills his lungs, his vision becomes blurry and then, black.

Blitz looks around desperately for Fizz, screaming his name, as he gets close to the tent he hears him screaming, "FIZZY!" he yells attempting to run back in, but he's held back by other performers, "LET ME GO! FIZZ IS STILL IN THERE!" he wails.

"Blitzo, it's not safe," one of them says.

"If you go in there, you'll die too!" Another says, holding him back.

All the commotion gets Mammon himself out there, he counts his performers, "We're missing one." He says with a shrug, but then he realizes who is missing, his star performer, "Fuck. Fizz is the one still in there?!" He groans and tosses the tent to the side with ease, though not bothering to put out the flames. He sees Fizz on the ground out cold and lifts the beam off him.

Blitz finally breaks free and runs to Fizz's side, sobbing, "Fizzy! I'm so sorry!"

Mammon sighs and picks up the broken imp, listening, he hears a heartbeat. "I'm going to get him to a hospital and try to do some damage control." He says angrily, opening up a portal and stepping through, leaving Blitz with the other performers.

It takes 3 days, but Fizz finally wakes up, he groans, in so much pain even with all the morphine he's on.

Blitz sobs in relief and hugs him tightly, "Fizzy! You're awake!" He cries.

Fizz screams, "Ow!"

Blitz instantly let's go, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He sobs.

Fizz looks down at his body and sees his legs are gone. He then realizes he can't feel his arms. "what...what happened?"

Mammon walks in, "Good you're awake. They had to amputate all your limbs and cut down your horns, the doctors said you're lucky to be alive."

Fizz's face pales, "So... I'll never perform again?" He asks, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I didn't say that Fizz. I have some of the best prosthetic makers in hell. They can give you robotic limbs, you'll be a better performer than ever. But they're expensive, and I know it's money you don't have. So I'll make you a deal, I will buy the limbs for you but in return, you have to sign a new contract. We can discuss and barter the details after you get them. That is if you accept." Mammon says, trying to make sure he doesn't lose his star. This was an opportunity, Fizz could become a sensation, a star all over hell. But for that to happen, he needed to accept.

Fizz looks at Mammon in astonishment, he was never kind or caring towards anyone. Fizz swallows nervously, "I- I accept."

"Fizzy no! You can't sell out like this!" Blitz cries.

"Can it Blitzo." Mammon growls, "I'm giving him an opportunity to become famous known throughout hell. He'll be better off without you. After all you caused this."

Fizz blinks, "Wait... Without Blitzo? But we're a duo. We always have been."

"You really want the one who caused you to nearly die to continue working with you? I already fired his ass for this." Mammon says with a smirk.

Fizz looks shocked trying to remember the accident and when he does he glares at Blitz, "I fucking told you, Blitzo!" He screams angrily, "We're done! I don't want to see you ever again!"

"Fizzy, please! It was an accident!" Blitz begs.

"Yeah an accident that nearly killed me!" Fizz says bitterly. His voice filled with angry venom, "Get out!"

Blitz breaks down into sobs and runs out of the room.

Mammon puts a gentle hand on his shoulder, "you made the right call Fizz."

[multistoty]

He had more story than time to tell it - but she supposed that's true for all of them. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath. But she wouldn’t go too far, too many kind hearts turn cold every day. Why did Aemond have to say it? Husband and lost should not at all fit in the same world. Aegon shouldn’t lie unbreathing on the floor because he was some predestined king he had never wanted to be. Alicent had made her always self conscious though she had confidence who she was. Now, she had to be a queen even when that role was Thusnelda. Someone to keep it all from crumbling even if she felt bone tired. Plus, she was terrified of hurting him further. It had taken everything to get her sister in the bed roll next to her husband. But the silence until he woke again had bothered her. The silence without Aegon’s nagging. The silence of a brother so broken she had been terrified he was lost to it all. She needed Aemond. Needed her first confidant. Thank the gods for both of them. They needed this. She would not bring up the bartering of marriage on their first conversation without him. Without. Such a hard word to realize and have living in your skin. But there was a standard with which she expected of herself. Sometimes she feels as though there are two helaena's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial her, who nods when she's supposed to nod and says what she's supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams… Most of the time they move along in sync and she hardly notices the split, but sometimes it feels as though she’s two whole different people and could rip apart at any second.It's like a razor blade edging its way through her organs, shredding her, all she can think is: It will kill her, it will kill her, it will kill her. But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it.But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose.We are even free to choose the wrong thing. She’d learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like she was listening when she was not, pretend to be calm and happy when she was really freaking out. It's one of the skills you perfect as you get older. Now though, she stepped further into his line of sight. Letting the soft blanket of his words help create the torrent at bay for a moment. It had taken so long to convince her sister to sleep that she should have known better, but caring for someone else and doing something only helped when her world felt so meaningless and unchanged and different.There were so many people relying on them. Yet, he was speaking with her like a brother and not a king. “I don’t want to hurt you further by my closeness. I am uncertain how badly you are injured and I need to hear you drone on to me for years to come.- I’m shared. But I am a mother and a sister and Rhaenyra knows that my husband- that Aegon is now free. Even if she isn’t behind this,I have to figure out how to stop her from descending upon us. Upon you. Thusnelda is ready for revenge. As much as I want it, I am struggling with allowing myself it. I want to be stone though I feel like sand dragging us to different places with only the picture of solidity lost to despair. I guess the eye bags and swaying were still in your repertoire of cataloguing. I will take care of myself - soon, brother of mine. I feel as if I failed him. That sword could so easily be buried in my chest. I could have fought harder even though I know it was useless. They weren’t leaving without his heart ceasing beating. Thusnelda has kept me going. And you standing. I had to hear you speak coherently.”

@power-over-one-eye

[your-divine-ribs]

Pure Part 6: Do You Believe?

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I work in a small record store in the city. It's located centrally, just a few streets away from the gigantic and ever bustling Highfields shopping centre but it's proximity doesn't ensure a steady stream of customers through our door. In fact it's the exact opposite. My boss Jake grumbles that Highfields sucks the business and life out of the independent retailers for miles around, which I suppose is to be expected. We can't really compete with our tatty shelving units and threadbare carpets and cash register that looks like it'd be at home in an antique shop.

Some might argue that our little rundown record store is a hidden gem amongst a host of big-name, big-money retailers that don't give a damn about their customers as long as they're raking in the cash. That point of view doesn't matter much to Jake though when he's tearing his hair out at the end of each month only just breaking a profit in order to keep afloat.

Freya works in a slick clothing store in Highfields. She's always telling me that I should move on, find a better paid job with bigger career prospects, but what she fails to comprehend with me is that I'm quite happy with my minimum wage 'dead-end job' as she rudely calls it. I actually like the quiet pace in the store and the interesting and sometimes colourful characters that frequent it. I feel pretty relaxed and happy and content when I'm at work and not a lot of people can say that.

Today, however is different. I'm a bag of nerves, heart-rate spiking every time the bell suspended over the door jamb tinkles to announce the arrival of a new customer, thoughts straying to the dark corners of my mind constantly. I can't get the events of last night out of my head, playing and re-playing them, dissecting every minute detail of my interaction with Van, trying to make it all make sense. And as for the dream I had... it had all felt so real.

I shudder before opening up the laptop on the counter and selecting the browser, letting my fingers hover over the keys.

What the hell do I search for to get answers anyway? Eternal damnation? Deals with the devil? There's hardly going to be a handy online guide to bartering for your soul is there? I type in "how to summon a demon" and frown when the screen is suddenly populated with thumbnails of spell-books and pentacles and images of horned beasts with forked tails.

"Good mor-ning!" The loud cheery voice cuts through the quiet and I practically jump out of my skin, gasping in shock like I've been caught doing something illicit. I never even noticed the door opening, and when I whip my head up to see a familiar face I'm flooded with relief. It's only Johnny, owner of the book shop situated next door and one of our biggest customers. He strides into the shop with two take-out hot drinks containers and a paper bag in his hands and the widest grin on his face when he clocks my flustered expression. "What's up love? You look frit to death!"

"You about gave me a heart attack!" I giggle breathily as he plonks one of the cups and the bag down on the counter in front of me. "Was in a world of my own, I didn't even hear you come in."

"Daydreaming on the job were ya?" He chuckles with a cheeky smirk. "I don't know, Jake goes away for one day and you're already slacking!" He nods towards the open laptop before I get chance to angle the screen away. "I know you love those fancy lattes from the bakery on the corner so I picked one up for you, and I got you a little present too... hold on what's all this?"

His tone changes and before I can even react he's sliding the laptop fully around for a better look, eyes widening as he scrolls down the page.

"It's nothing!" I blurt, hastily reaching over to snap the laptop shut. "Just something silly I was looking up to pass the time."

I try to act nonchalant but I can feel my cheeks burning furiously. Most people wouldn't think twice about a random internet search but I know without a doubt that Johnny's interest will be piqued. It's his field after all.

"Didn't think you liked that kinda thing." He pauses, cautious sounding when he continues like he's selecting his words carefully, eager not to offend. "Ya know, with being a big church-goer. I thought dabbling with the occult was frowned upon." An awkward smile. "I got some good books about that exact topic though... they've just come in. Thought they'd be way too dark for your tastes but you might like 'em if that's what you're into now."

I force a laugh and it sounds unconvincing so I just shake my head, swiping at non-existent dust on the counter. "It was just a daft internet search. It gets so boring in here when there's no customers. I'm really not into it, I'm not a devil worshipper you know!"

"I'm not suggesting you're gonna be running round doing satanic rituals! Slaughtering virgins and all that!"

This time my laughter is genuine. Hearing Johnny making jokes about the absurdity of it all just makes me feel lighter somehow. Like maybe if I laugh long enough and hard enough I can erase everything that happened, go back to just being plain old mousy Eve, the girl who doesn't get into trouble. The girl who doesn't accidentally sell her soul to a hungry demon.

Johnny carries on for a while, spurred on by my amusement, eyes lighting up as he starts suggesting all manner of crazy dark magic rituals I might be involved in whilst I giggle and shake my head. It feels good to let go of a little tension, but when he runs out of steam and my laughter subsides I feel the cold sliver of dread working its way up my spine once again. It gets me thinking that maybe I ought to use this opportunity. Johnny's an expert on all things supernatural. I might be able to probe him a bit, find out something useful to dispel my worries and put my mind at ease instead of trawling the internet looking for god knows what.

"Okay, I'll tell you why I was searching up demons if you really wanna know."

I watch him raise his brows in interest as he props an elbow on the counter. "Uh-huh, 'cause I can't for the life of me work out why you of all people would be researching that!"

I allow a small smile, nervous again. "It was last Sunday in church. Father Hall gave this great sermon, it was about good and evil and the constant battle. He was talking about demons walking amongst us and how they might tempt us in life."

Johnny's watching me carefully as I talk, grin playing on his lips, completely oblivious that I'm lying through my teeth and feeling terrible about it.

"Well there was this little boy there and he looked kinda scared about all this demon talk, so he stuck up his hand and asked if demons really existed."

"And?"

"Father Hall said it was all symbolic, that there were many things that could tempt you in life that could be considered to be demons, like money and drugs and power. The temptation's all around us so demons do exist but not in the way the little boy was thinking of."

Johnny's nodding along, looking thoughtful and I know he's just itching to give me his thoughts. He's obsessed with the paranormal, it's his livelihood after all, his niche bookshop stocking publications on everything from black to white magic to vampire folklore and demonic possessions. I'd normally steer clear of any talk of anything to do with the occult and Johnny respects that, he knows it doesn't align with my religious beliefs, but the fact that I seem willing to discuss it now has his eyes glowing with enthusiasm.

"And that's what you believe too?"

"Well, yeah," I reply hesitantly. "I know there's evil in the world, but actual demons and dark spirits and stuff, that's just folklore and myth. Things like that are made up for horror films and to scare people on Halloween. Demons aren't real living things walking the earth looking for souls to take."

My voice wavers on the last line and I swallow down a gulp. It could be complete coincidence but the sky outside the shop seems darker all of a sudden, the wispy fair-weather clouds chased away by fat swollen rain-clouds, blocking out the sun. My eyes flit back to Johnny and I fix him with a silent plea. I want him to tell me that I'm right, that it's all stories passed down from generation to generation, legends from days gone by when people believed in monsters and ghouls and things that stalked them in the night. I want him to make me laugh again, tease me like he usually does, laugh that deep hearty laugh of his that's so infectious, but he doesn't. He just looks back at me with that glaze of mystery in his eyes as he speaks.

"Well I believe in them."

I swallow thickly, my throat feeling tight. I should have seen this coming really. Johnny was never going to assuage my fears. "Come on, that's just ridiculous!" I say, finally taking a sip of my latte to distract me from the way that my heart's just skipped a beat. "It's all mumbo jumbo from those spooky books you read. You just fill your head with nonsense."

Johnny pushes himself back from the counter, gesturing with his hands, in his element now talking about his favourite topic. "There's too many accounts through history right up to modern day that can't be just explained away. Demonic possessions, hauntings, manifestations... we're not talking about a big red guy with horns and a pointy tale either. Demons are clever, their sole purpose is to entice people, draw them in. They often appear in human form, a woman or a man, just like you and me. They're usually attractive... it's all about temptation you see."

Temptation...

I feel blood rush to my cheeks as I recall the warmth of Van's breath on the skin of my neck, the feel of his lithe body pressing against mine.

"But if you believe in God... follow the light rather than stray into the dark..."

I reach for my crucifix pendant again without realising, turning it over and over in my fingers. Johnny huffs.

"They don't much care about all that. In fact it's the purest souls that attract them, they shine the brightest. It's like a beacon cutting through the darkness and they can't resist. It lures them in."

You are the most beautiful and precious thing I have ever seen...

"And even the strongest, most devout souls get tempted, it's the human weakness see. Demons can get into a person's head, fill it with the sweetest of temptations. Wealth, fame, knowledge, power, desire... they'll offer it all but it's just a trick. Their one true goal is to corrupt and cause chaos. They thrive off it."

"But it can't be true, it just can't," I utter, my voice barely audible, a choked whisper. I'm frozen where I stand, claw-like fingers grasping my coffee cup. My heart's going a million miles an hour and I feel like I'm losing my grip on the tenuous threads that are anchoring me to my sanity.

"Jeez Eve, are you okay?" Johnny's face swims into view and it's etched in concern as he leans right over the counter, a reassuring hand resting over one of mine.

"I... I'm fine, really."

He cracks an uneasy smile like he doesn't believe me, hand smoothing over mine in a reassuring gesture. "Are you sure love, 'cause you're as white as a sheet. I didn't mean to scare ya."

This time when the door opens I do hear it, jolting again which causes Johnny's touch to fall away. We both look up to see Freya bustling through the doorway, eyes darting between the two of us, mischievous smile twitching at her lips.

"You two look cosy! I'm not interrupting anything am I?" She arrives at the counter all bright eyed and teasing and I automatically feel my cheeks warm as I look at Johnny and see him moving back a step. His sudden movement actually makes it look like we were up to something.

"Maybe you did," he grins at Freya, more than happy to play along. "But I doubt it'd stop ya now would it?"

Freya places a hand on her chest. "As if I'd stand in the way of a blossoming love affair! No, you two just carry on... don't mind me."

"Shut up Freya!" I giggle, embarrassed by my friend who seems to think it's a good idea to try and set me up with every male in my immediate vicinity. I don't need to worry though, her attention's diverted as she notices the pink paper bag on the counter and she snatches it up in excitement.

"Oh my god! Are these pastries from Miller's?" A peek inside confirms this and she squeals in delight, darting forward to stretch up on to her tiptoes to press a small kiss to Johnny's stubbled cheek. "Johnny you're an absolute angel, you really are! So thoughtful of you to get us breakfast."

I glance up at Johnny whose look of disbelief transforms into an eye-roll meant only for my attention and I bite back a giggle. Freya's oblivious, humming in appreciation as she bites into a cinnamon roll.

"That's quite alright ladies... anyway I'd better go. Not opened up the shop yet." Johnny steps back, lifting up a hand to wave goodbye, and he's just about to turn when he pauses, looking at me. "If you're still interested Eve, I could bring a book by tomorrow... you know... about what we were talking about..."

I'm not sure whether he's purposely talking mysteriously to wind Freya up or he's guessed that my interest in demons is something I want to keep private but I'm grateful either way, not wanting to let my friend in on my predicament until I know exactly what I'm dealing with.

"Sure, thanks Johnny, I'd like that. I'll see you tomorrow."

The door hasn't even shut behind him before Freya's planting both elbows on the counter and leaning right over to tease me.

"You two would look so cute together..."

"For gods sake stop it!" I cut her off but I'm laughing. "What is it with you constantly trying to set me up with someone? Johnny's just a friend, I don't see him like that."

"Well, he's definitely got a soft spot for you, I can tell. I'm very intuitive about these things." She pushes the bag of pastries across the counter to me. "He's bringing you breakfast now? Popping in for little chats? Holding your hand across the counter?"

"But he wasn't..." I protest but Freya ignores me.

"I saw you!" She grins, eyes sparkling. "I actually think he'd be perfect for you. He's a complete gentleman, he's kind and he's sweet... kinda cute..." A small frown appears. "Not sure about all that weird creepy shit he's into but I guess nobody's perfect."

I laugh it off, shaking my head, eager to move the conversation on to last night, hoping that I'll find out some more information to tell me whether I really did dream the whole thing up. "You know I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now. Guys just aren't a priority to me. Now have you heard any more about that murder? I'm still freaking out about it."

[leyllethecreator]

Rigamarole: Section 2: Bubble

We’re playing that game again. Mom’s pretending to suspect nothing. I’m pretending not to notice that she’s pretending not to notice, while Riley’s pretending to check texts to get out of eating his breakfast.

He’s texting me.

I keep the sound off, watching the text bubbles appear on my blue wallpaper one after another - forcing each other upwards on the screen like little drowning men pushing each other toward the surface.

It feels like we’re playing monkey in the middle - lobbing messages over mom’s head through cyberspace.

“Just cut the act and let’s go. I’ll tell mom we have to leave early so I can find parking, but I’m not helping you out of lunch.”

“Leia…”

I look up and glare at him, so I won’t start screaming.

I’m so sick of being the middleman - girl - the land bridge between the three islands I call my family - trying to play damage control-

But I’d hate saying something even more. I’d hate breaking Riley’s trust, and I’d hate what mom and dad would say and do if they found out.

It has to be better this way, right?

I talk until my face hurts - anytime mom asks a question - just so that Riley won’t have to-

He’s so much worse at lying than I am. But I’ve had more practice.

“Look, if you just eat whatever fruit mom packed in our lunches today, I won’t say anything else about it for the whole day. I promise. Deal?”

He doesn’t look up but I feel his expression quaver with a wash of inexplicable fear so palpable I can almost taste it. I feel sick to my stomach, and the bubbles spam the screen.

“Please don’t, Leia. I’ve got a plan. I’m working on it…”

No, he’s not.

I flip my phone onto its face, making it breathe in the table cloth, as Mom leans a little too hard on the counter.

“Do you guys want mustard or mayo on your sandwiches?” 

I can hear her exhaustion, but I don’t know why she’s so anxious and tired when she has no reason to believe that she doesn’t know anything.

I’ve been careful.

I wish she would just let us make our own sandwiches. 

I foresee gaining a whole lot of weight before graduation, but at this point I’ve forgotten how to properly care about my image, my weight, my public perception…

I’m too busy trying to get Riley to school in a state we can pass off as “normal” at least until we get to the car.

I can make sure we’re both out of the front door in time so there’s no need for mom to question anything. 

But there’s still our lunches to think about.

It’s crazy that she still insists on packing our lunches herself, even at our ages. If she didn’t this would be a whole lot easier-

At the mention of sandwiches Riley flinches visibly like someone said ‘fire.’

It doesn't matter. Her back is turned.

Still I can’t avoid this slimy feeling as Riley glances in my direction, and I resist the urge to put my head in my hands.

I’m disgusting. 

Because heaven knows, I’ll be the one eating his lunch - just so there won’t be any questions. Heaven knows, I’ll be bartering with him to eat a half portion until that half portion becomes an apple or an orange, and then half an apple, and then just the juice. Then, I’ll stuff my own gullet until I feel like I’m going to puke, because he doesn't want to throw it away.

Because apparently it’s “right as rain” to eat something and then puke it up again, but throwing away food would be wrong.

���I can’t rationalize it, I guess…” 

“You know we both prefer mayo mom,” I say brightly, hating the taste of my tongue in my mouth. She smiles a little warily.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a little out of it today. I’ve got such a headache.”

I just smile a little because I don’t know what else to say. Riley looks up, thanking me with his eyes - and I want to spit at him - tell him not to dare thank me, and to hurry up and quit this insanity so we can stop living on eggshells-

But I just reply to his last text, “I’m done waiting for your ‘plan,’ Riley. Don’t try to argue with me and grab your backpack so we can go.”

I give mom a little hug as Riley picks up his own backpack and mine. I grab my keys, yank the backpack from his skeleton-thin hand, and shove him toward the front door - before he can say anything - look at me-

I’m not in the mood for anything. For nonsense. For talking. For thinking.

I hate you so much.

And I can't do anything but beg you to stay alive.

“…There are so many hungry people in the world.”

“There really are.”

But the one I’m worried about right now is you.

(This story is making it's official debut on my Patreon May 27th!:

[welcome-to-oslov]

I'll throw in a defense of "Gersha, the early years". 

Yes, Gersha was self-absorbed. Dear god was he. He did annoyingly lean on Tilrey which is like "whut?" given who's the person who should actually be needing support. 

But it's not like Tilrey was telling Gersha to support him, telling Gersha to protect him, crying to Gersha wanting to talk, etc. 

In fact, in the beginning he told Gersha he was in the job b/c he accepted it, that he could've quit -- but that's not true, and he gave himself away by saying he was chattel & could've quit to be thrown in jail or a brothel (what a choice!), and Gersha should've picked up on that. He told him what happened at Election Night never mattered the next day -- that's not true either, it did matter, to Tilrey himself (his "stupid victim body" was racked w/PTSD symptoms and he was emotionally fragile, as he knew he would be after these things). When Gersha brought up the IntSec report detailing his past was angry at being forced to talk about it, acknowledge it, pity. Tilrey thought, "Okay, so he needs me to play the helpless victim needing saving, fine I will" -- when in fact that IS the truth, and Tilrey knows it; he's "manipulating" Gersha by NOT lying. 

He'd just reached a point in life by then (apparently?) where he'd given up on getting help or support or kindness. (I'm scared/excited/sad to see what happens over the second half of his time in All Kinds of Broken to get him there 😭)

I mean, he still longs to get out this, to be free, and sees/hopes that maybe Gersha can make that happen. But he's not the same boy anymore as the one who still had hope (and so much courage) when he ran from Krisha into the bowels of Redda and tried to barter a new coat from folks down there to help him get back to Thurskein. When he had the courage to accept Adelbert's offer of help and wrote down his testimony for a judge. When, as we saw in this latest chapter, he asked the "therapist" if she would help if someone told her they hadn't chosen this and wanted out. When he timidly but courageously told Malsha on that bed, "If you're going to do this, you should know what you're doing."

He gets back to that boy, but it takes awhile. 

It does make me sad Gersha doesn't see all of that. That Tilrey's so vulnerable. Gersha does see this better later in life, and feels bad for how he let Tilrey down (a difference from just feeling ashamed for how it makes him/his peers look, or upset with how what happens to Tilrey hurts his own feelings, like the pics). Gersha's definitely a work in progress who grows over time. 

Work in progress is the perfect way to describe him! I think he was intimidated by Tilrey’s pose of jaded sophistication, which you analyze so well. Even when Tilrey’s asking for help and comfort, which makes sense in his situation, he tells himself he’s just cynically playing the victim. He’s internalized the attitude of the Councillors so intensely that he can’t even recognize his own feelings anymore or tell them apart from the performance. And that same performance fools Gersha, who should probably have known better—but he didn’t know Tilrey in the early days, the way Bror (for instance) did, so this is all he has to go on.

[lord-of-the-hobbits]

If you think yesterday was a win sign up for foster parenting now.

If you think yesterday was a win you're going to want a strong stomach in the coming months because there will be an uptick and news reports in protests and related injuries and d3@th, su!c!d3s, r@pes, reports of body mut!lat0rs, medical malpractice, and maybe even m¿rd3rs of mothers and babies. If you think yesterday was a win you need to tell your daughters, grandaughters, sisters and cousins under the age of 4 that the youngest ever recorded pregnancy was to a little girl who was 5 years 7 months and 21 days old. You need to watch every man and boy who comes in their lives and never leave them alone becauae either they won't know better or they will and they might do it anyway. You need to understand that if your loved one is disabled they may not survive the pregnancy and that if they do the baby might not and they'll still lose their life because they'll be going to jail for m¿rd3r.

You need to be aware that, before long, the laws will criminalize birth control which doesn't just prevent babies. I use mine to stop a crippling and overflowing period that would prevent me from working and even still it doesn't stop it completely which tells me it may not be effective at stopping a pregnancy either.

You need to learn what goes in and out of your loved one's and your own, if you are a woman, reproductive health. The fact they pierce and yank at our cervixes to place an IUD, which may become illegal soon, without pain medication because they think we are dramatic and don't feel pain like some Marvel comic mutant just being one of them.

If you think yesterday was a win you owe it to us to be responsible for your urges and advances. You OWE it to us to take no for a fucking answer without asking questions, without bartering, without whining or pushing yourselves on us or trying to get us drunk to change our minds or k!lling us.

You owe it to us to reevaluate medical procedures we endure for improvement and at the very least to recognize pain is universal not just a reserved thing for the rich or male. Reevaluate who is responsible for pregnancy because it is not just that woman who likes sex, or just that little girl who was at the wrong place but the man that decided not to wear protection because he wanted it to "feel better", has a breeding kink, or whatever lame ass fuck all excuse that is given. Also if you lie about putting protection on the only reason I don't hope she cuts your d!ck off when she finds out is because she'd go to jail for it. Reevaluate what men are allowed to walk away from, get away with, shirk responsibility for. You owe it to us to take your 50% all the way to the end for these kids who will be sources of hate and fear for their mothers, who will get teenagers kicked out of their homes.

Women are scared, mothers and daughers are scared, I AM SCARED by the precedent this set. Your pets and corpses have more right to their bodies than me and my sister and my two beautiful nieces do right now. And it terrifies me. I was willing to fight for this country. I was willing to lay down my life for this country. Now I'm afraid to leave my apartment. I'm afraid to let my sister send my nieces to school or daycare. I have never once regretted being who I am until today and even then I know I still have it easier than some women because I can live happily without sex. Barring anyone assaulting me I can control that. So if THIS was a win for you enjoy it and watch it closely without ever turning your eyes away.

I hope God is watching too. I hope he sees every second of the things that have happened in the last 2 years alone from politicians who said death to the weak populace who would catch covid is a better alternative than death to the American economy, pastors starting new witch hunts and taking counsel from "demons" in their head and still calling themselves godly men, to the ones saying that we should round all the gay people up and put bullets in the back of their brains like we are N@zis and this is the Holocaust, the "good" Christian folk willing to send bombs and anthrax into buildings serving mother's of unborn babies that "needed protecting" so much that this happened in the first place, to "good" Christian parents who will be throwing kids out on the street or beating babies out of them and turning them in for reward money in Texas. I hope God is watching and I hope when judgement day comes there is a silence so deafening that the almighty can hear a pin drop and not a protest to be voiced as the fall comes for those people who cause suffering and pain for anyone.

[fragileizywriting]

Hello love, I have a question to ask:

When did Marinette/Adrien realise how possessive/jealous Luka could get? And how does Luka express that jealousy/possessiveness? (And I'm not talking about the pillows, although it does amuse me to picture him being upset and just refusing to give them back even though they apologized.)

hi hi~~~ i love this question so much 🥺 i haven't stopped thinking about jealous luka, it's so cute

marinette finally officially announces it In Person in color coordinatin' that luka actually gets really jealous! but she'd suspected it multiple times before, honestly. the way he always seems to be in her shadow whenever they're in public, just close enough to make it obvious what he wants, which is her attention... he gets more upfront about it afterwards, because she's convinced him that he's not annoying her with it.

there's that whole tik tok audio "walking around alone but feeling safe because i have a big scary dog"-- it's hard for anyone to really approach marinette without extreme amounts of guts, idiocracy, or straight-up lust in their body when there's a giant six foot three / 195cm dude behind her, refusing to stop making eyecontact with anyone who gets close by. he makes it worse by wearing stompy boots that have a ridiculous amount of buckles on them-- now that luka has enough money (adrien) to buy all the clothes he wants, luka is slowwwwly making his way into more alternative attire. he has the entire outward appearance of a guard-dog at this point. literally no one has a chance against him. he doesn't mean to look so aggressive, he knows it causes people to stay away, but sometimes it pays off-- marinette finds herself with lots of people coming up to her when she's alone, so she's so thankful that luka doesn't mind following her around for errands. in fact, he loves walking with her around Paris. he likes being out of the house a lot-- she uses that to her advantage always, dragging him by the wrist to go day shopping with her.

he doesn't even have to do much, honestly, in order to show that he's jealous. a simple "are you ready to go?" when marinette is trying to get out of a conversation, with an arm wrapped around her, is enough for someone to get the memo.

he's never been aggressive to anyone, so he doesn't actually start fights. occasionally when he hears desires from other people about her, he gets really fidgety about it, but the most he'll do is show fangs or anything of the sort. maybe pull marinette a little closer. if he really needs to, he'll kiss her until she gets dazed out-- by the time he pulls away, the person is gone.

both of them refuse to let her sit on the outside part of the booth. they like being in her space. adrien especially likes to tease her, squishing her against the wall when they sit, just to annoy her-- luka does the opposite. he sits with her but doesn't do anything to show he's in her space-- most likely just an arm around the back of wherever she's sitting. and of course, the staring. luka always wins whenever he finds himself in a staring contest with whoever it is that's trying to get marinette's attention.

as for adrien, it's somewhat the same thing too. adrien is already far less approachable than marinette, so whoever it is doesn't stay long, but those who keep trying usually find themselves under the impression that perhaps yet another attractive man showing up is a sign of threesome-- they have no idea. they don't know any better. it isn't until adrien says something of "my boyfriend doesn't like it when strangers hit on me" that they realize that oh. those glares of sexual tension don't exist. those are just... glares. they hightail out of there almost immediately. luka is a lot more friendlier than adrien is, but he has such an aggressive appearance that the poor dude ends up scaring away anyone almost 90% of the time.

and of course. they either wait until luka is asleep to take their own pillows, or attempt to barter-- marinette suffocates into his chest when she tries to snag one and he ends up snatching her by the wrist while asleep and wrapping her up like he's hugging a stuffed animal-- and adrien sometimes just loses when luka looks at him with just so much disappointment. it's fine. sleeping without a pillow is in style, anyway.

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Leech Lord - Beginnings and regrets

The single least Seifa thing Seifa has ever done, is probably also the most actual Seifa thing she's ever done, and that's extremely Seifa of her.

It was going against every lesson survival had beaten into her so far in her life, and helping Tyreen instead of walking away all those years ago.

(Pre CoV)

Pandora is a terrible place.

The whole Galaxy is, Pandora just has a reputation that's honest about it.

The Edens, Athenas, Promethea, Tantalus, every city on every settled planet is built on a foundation of bones, nowhere's really safe or actually wants the humans that settled uninvited and ruined the neighborhood. Can't really expect an ecosystem to welcome you with open arms when you immediately start destroying it for profit, and life ain't easy anywhere. Nowhere is good. Nowhere is nice.

You can't live for long without finding out how dangerous "caring" is.

Small family units survive, yeah, clans scrabble out a living on rock plains and migrant space-rigs, but if you hold out a hand to a stranger in need you need to know the risks, need to really understand how likely it is that there's a knife behind their back and a couple of crosshairs already trained on you.

You have to be harsh, you have to be cruel. Everyone who makes it on the border planets knows the unwritten rules.

Unless you've the backing of a town militia or a hell of a lot of weaponry, you can't afford to risk your own safety for others - and Sei has walked past more people who gasped out a desperate plea for help with one of the few breaths they had left then she could ever, ever let herself acknowledge. Fuck man, everyone has. It's one of the sad truths of living at the knifepoint everyone balances on out here at the fringe.

...It's no different really on the corporate ones, the blades waiting to land in your back are just better dressed there.

So, when Seifa went to walk away from that filthy kid in the junkyard with the busted SMG and found herself stopping as the girl pleaded for medicine, that was beyond out of character.

That was weird. That was impossible to justify, and she lost plenty of nights to trying to do so after - long ones, with tears and far too much whiskey.

It's hard to think back on, how unsettling and stomach turning that first month had been. The whole thing feels like a blur, some grease smeared memory that's mostly lost to the desperately anxious conflict that was going on in her head the entire time. She can remember specific points, but they're half images half feeling, nerves and worry all tangled together into something she hates dwelling on.

She remembers the heat mirages swirling above the desert sands as Elpis set on the horizon, driving the girl out across the salt flats as Ty panicked and urged Sei to go faster, all while she was trying to explain to herself WHY she hadn't slapped this stranger out of her buggy and throttled in the opposite direction. What had gotten into her?

She doesn't remember anything that the kid had said as she was lead by her into that dark shack, still battling with why she wasn't turning around, why she was gingerly picking through debris to reach what looked like a hastily set up camp surrounded by rusting sheet metal and pieces that used to be the hovel - but she remembers the stink of fever sweat that wrinkled her nose and that sad mound of sharp angles heaped at the center by a burnt out fire pit, and the shock of realising it was a man when Tyreen had dropped to her knees and begged through sobs for him to keep breathing.

That she had "Found someone to help."

Recalls fighting back the equal disgust she felt with herself for helping carry the nothing he weighed out of that shithole, and for the fact he was still alive in this state. Covered in filth, blood, chunks of.. something, and reeking of puke and god knows what else. How she chewed at her lip till she tasted copper as the buggy engine rattled in complaint under them, flooring it when she knew the shoddy weld job on the left axle wasn't going to take this strain and would need another couple of hundred dollars she didn't have in repairs by the time she got these pathetic kids back to her ship - and she remembers wincing hours later at her empty medical cabinet after gutting it to keep the boy alive.

Saline stock sucked dry, bactum wasted, and she was saving those health kits for when she might need them...

It was a bad decision. It was a stupid decision, and she'd spent that first night when the girl had cried herself to sleep and he'd finally stabilised, sitting on the cold floor of her quarters with her back pressed against the repurposed mag-lock door, cradling her pistol in her lap as she gnawed at her nails.

They were Sirens.

Sirens.

Moron. Stupid fucking twat, If Boss found out, he'd kill her before these two could get the chance.

Helping them had been idiot move enough, had gone against every fiber of who she'd built herself into, but she couldn't have known. Tyreen had been covered in rags, and Troy's markings too dim and caked in muck to even see before they'd gotten him cleaned up and stable.

She hadn't known. She didn't know, nothing about Sirens anyway, just that you didn't fuck with 'em in the first place. Sirens were bad news, Sirens were the bane of Pandora in the last few years and everyone knew the stories. They were monsters who could turn you inside out or roast you alive without needing to point a gun first, and now she had two in her home with no defenses bar a shitty Jacobs she knew damn well she could barely aim, and hopefully enough faux confidence to seem in control of the situation.

That first night had been the worst.

The twins slept fine, Troy out cold and Ty having cried herself unconscious shortly after his heart beat had become something possible to confuse with normal if you squinted at the scan display from the right angle, but Sei didn't close her eyes once.

Sat awake all night in the clunking, humming, rattling silence of her home as she thumbed the revolver's cylinder slowly, considering how each click marked another second she'd left them both alive instead of doing the right thing and emptying a round into each of their skulls. Pandora would take care of the bodies and she'd fix a serious mistake she was walking straight into... but the suns rose in the end, and the twins were none the wiser about how close the decision had actually been.

It didn't really get better. The fear did, that passed over the next couple of days, but not the worry, not the regret. Two more mouths to feed when she only had the funds for herself? The girl was going to have to learn how to work. The cash she'd put aside was for her junker colony, not strangers, and the boy still couldn't even stand... and how were things going to pan out even if they so far didn't seem to be quite as monstrous as she'd been told so many times in no name dive bars in settler towns?

What if she took Tyreen out on a barter run and her markings got noticed? That mad corporate fuckwad Sexy George or fuckin whatever had just been running some reward scheme for Sirens, right? Would the lowbrows she dealt with on a daily basis here comprehend that wasn't a thing anymore, or would Sei be shanked and Ty abducted within hours of setting foot in a trade dock?

And him...

What the fuck was she going to do with him.

He wouldn't talk, wouldn’t even look at her, just some massive, gangly, awkward, nervous child that ghosted around the edge of her vision and scurried out of the room like a panicked Skag pup if she made the mistake of looking directly at him.

Sick still, even if he was trying to stay in his crew cubby for less every day, the one she'd told him was his and still had not a word of thanks for yet. Shaky, delicate, and in no physical condition to be able to help around the ship yet alone have a chance of bringing in some extra dollars, even if he hadn't been missing such a huge chunk of himself. Pity wasn't going to keep him fed, and she was pissed with herself for feeling it for him in the first place.

She figured that's what had done it really... them being siblings.

That raw desperation in Tyreen's voice as she'd begged Seifa to help when she'd turned to walk away. That her brother was so sick and she didn't know what to do. Siblings gut punched her in ways she knew were a weakness out here. The twin thing? That had just cemented it really. Helping wasn't in Seifa's nature, but leaving kids to die wasn't in her bones.

Still, she'd make it work, she always did. They'd survive, and she'd come out of this in profit one way or another, that was as sure as an Athenian monk lowballing an offer.

She'd train the girl up and run some deals with her, cover the costs of helping them out with a tidy margin for herself - then she'd leave 'em with the tools to survive, a couple of hundred bucks to get started and never have to see them again.

She'd be fine. She was always fine.

That's very Seifa of her.

Asks are Open!

[mindthebulletso]

What?! No I'm not !! the only side I am in is that of my way of seeing the world, my conscience, my cynical character and experience. Because I am very selective and I have chosen people to follow. I don’t follow you because you are a Louie but because I consider you a smart girl, so seeing how easily many have fallen into this, imo, manipulation hurts me. For Louis above all else. Because I remember being one of the first in 2018 to speak openly about Sony Sabotage in HS2 favor and I perfectly remember what and how it was answered to me!!

Because I remember Why I looked for the Rads ....and how the world has turned upside down 🤣 Having moved away from Styles for other reasons, having taken a different approach before this perhaps affects my thoughts and reasonings but how can you not understand that you are doing exactly what Sony wants (regardless which Label we will discover has louis now) years of Larries VS Anties hasn't really opened your eyes? How is it possible? Have you ever noticed how many Louies (not larries) always write "team" and never "Sony" Have you ever noticed how full their accounts are with everything Harry does / doesn't do in real time? Twenty-five years of Kardashian (Hello Uncle Irving) did not help to understand StarSistem is based on chatter and not only on good things? They often update before Larries! if you want to know what happens in Harry Styles life follow a Louie. nice no? If you watch MV to "see how shabby it is" and then talk about it on social, however, you contribute to creating curiosity, chatter, comments, quarrels. If you always complain using Harry as a yardstick, you keep Louis in this funnel that L is crushed in one way or another. If you look back and you don't see how much 2015!Louis was tired and only blame Xander for that , thinking that he was happy for singing a bit more because Zayn was gone or for the water fights with Liam it is you who considers him half of a ship!! If you confuse his nostalgia and humility for lack of ambition or trust , you consider him half of a ship. If you love Louis and have decided that Harry is an active part of his sabotage why don't you get to completely ignore him, always, in the most absolute way after having clarified your position? And if you have decided this, how can you accept Niall and Liam, whom you consider his brothers do not take sides with him but rather, as soon as they can, they raise Star!Styles? Have you ever thought about how he can feel seeing that his fandom, while insulting Styles' new life, spends days asking for OneDirection!Louis? And the braces, and the hair, and the beanie, the headband, and the tank top .. he had to admit this is frustrating but nevertheless Louies continue and if you point it out the answer is "Old!Louis receives more likes " 😒

anyway let's go.. “Because I loved Styles anyway and I have a past with him” Ok. Let's start from here then. Azoff and Sony in 2013 begin to seriously plan H solo career. Azoff has a story, a very clear story, but you voluntarily ignored it at that time, only to blame Styles for choosing them (being chosen) now!! Like three silly kids Louis Niall and Liam until 2016 believe in an 18-month hiatus 😂 . Do you really think they are so naive? Seriously? Louis William Tomlinson who at 20 sees a hole in the writing process of the band and turns everything upside down does not understand what is the destiny designated? Among other things, the same for all boyband before 1D and info easily accessible on google But “he was in love "ok. But then you have to admit you start from the starting point that you now strongly reproach Larries. You have to admit you are living in Young & Beautiful Spin Off because instead I see a strong, smart, brilliant man, who for 10 years has been fighting tirelessly for his individuality. I think this passive Louis is the result of the FF you read because you are the first who make everything go around Styles, even before Sony. Someone stuffing your head saying Harry doesn't need Larries anymore. Are you Sure? Because business is brutal and Labels don't exist for your enjoy. They don't invest in you leaving you power. It is quite the opposite. The more you make money, the more you are a puppet. Just check the difference in numbers between H and Justin, Ariana, Selena, Ed, DuaLipa to understand what I mean!

the Direction taken is the right one, it is having a good success - well deserved - but, believe me, not enough to justify the investment made. And do you really think Azoff, manager since the barter still existed, evaluates the point of view of a 25-year-old who even made almost deny the first album? Who no longer took his mommy on holiday when Harries started complaining about her presence? Do you really think these guys signed contracts to their advantage (I'm not talking about money of course)? Do you really think Styles can say in Sony -I don't do this-? Based on what? Do you blame Harry for his ambition but do you really think he has alternatives? Especially in Sony that has no other icons of this generation? Someone make you believe Harry is loved by everyone but have you ever come out of the fandom bubble to read what so many locals write about him? don't you read how much hate he receives? Azoff arrives in 2013, from that moment on did you see his life change for the better? Less work, more attention to his health or did you see him arrive at the end of 2015 without voice? or do you think "better life" is going out with Taylor Swift and Kaya Gerber Because in that case you love the life Louis says he hates 😟 And considering the type of music he produced, do you think his 2021worldtour is to safeguard his voice and health? Really!? And how is it possible if Azoff loves Harry person and not Harry MoneyMachine? Do you really think Harry is so naive that he doesn't know this? Do you often notice how bad it is aging, How dull are his eyes.. Isn't this already an answer? And if you want to say "that's what he deserves" wow do you remember that you don't really know them and that they are only singers / strangers you love? They are not really your son? that you've never been to their room and their songs aren't a gossip magazine?

Same talk about Louis Fam. Louis Tomlinson openly lashes out against Euphoria chatting with his HetStalkerNumberOne creating more promo or against Zayn when he drops GY but is unable to tell his stepfather / sisters to stop using his life like that? Really? Or do you think he did this but Mark ignored that ? Everyone uses him but he, passively again, cannot do anything. Do you really think Louis is this? Why? Look Louies focused on commenting What Harry is doing in istagram? Look how much power they are giving this stupid thing? They put Harry at the center of Louis' life, they considered him Mrs L. Styles weak and closed in the suitcase with the only ambition to jump on his cock. why this daily need to highlight how disappointed you are with the person who has become? Are you more concerned that Harry cheated on Louis or that Harry cheated on you? Because if you think Louis has a new life why you don't go on too? The position is clear, why keep playing the Sony game? How do you think Louis feels when he sees his fandom has absorbed that his pubblic life has been closely linked to his girlfriend for years now? When you read that H's lunch with stringer was cruel and nobody mentions anymore three days later he was paps with El and the dogs? Just because The Sun canceled? What does it matter he had to undergo this, he had to get out of bed, go out and go to the pap (in 2020 only if you are 12 you can think that the paps are not scheduled) You can also think that there is a friendly relationship with E but why you accept that she is also present when a month later they go to GoKart? Why can't only Louis spend The first Christmas without Fizzy and Jay with his sisters? Why can't Louis alone participate in the B.L.M. march? We told ourselves that the cause was more important than the company and it is true. But important for whom? For us or for him that of B.L.M. did speak before everyone when it wasn't “trendy” ? Why doesn't even his fandom fight for his freedom? from everyone?! Why Do you think this imposition is healthy for him? Or do you think he chose this, because if you think this then all JLYMV was a joke for you and it's okay but I ask you, do you really believe that it is no longer hard for him suffer the presence of Eleanor than a Harry Styles SmileyNails ? Are we talking about what's harder for him or for you? Does Louis individual really care about anyone? Because my heart breaks to see how, even if it were reality, his pubblic life is linked to this girl as if she were the star! Everyone has a girlfriend but not even Kilye Jenner was so present in Travis Scott's career, private life. Why don't you rebel against this? Why "thank you Eleonor" ? Why is your selfishness more important than he has to live this actively? Why do you think it is easy for him after 10 years? Whatever your opinion about , Louis has not interacted publicly with Freddy since 2018. Why don't you get angry with Louies who do not care about this and clog social with his pics not respecting Louis' will? Why do you only get angry with a certain part of fandom and not with those who help a small group of people to spread this child's face wildly despite Louis not doing it? Why don't you ask yourself "louis does not do this, it is the case that I do it"? Who is your Louis landmark or the baby's family? Why is Louis never enough? Why don't you see Louis' individual freedom is not seized by Harry Styles but by Sony which is who should protect him from Azoff / Styles? If your answer is "Sony does not believe in him enough" I'm sorry I have news for you, you believe Louis tomlinson is not worth enough .. and while you continue this useless fight between Louies Larries Labels will continue to use Harry, Louis for their bank accounts and only for that laughing at us whatever the real personal situation between the two of which I honestly care zero but, as you can see, in one way or another it is still at the center of our attention and if Larries have the justification "I believe in them" what excuse do you have?