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Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour Grand Total: A Record $2 Billion

By Ben Sisario

For the last 21 months, Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour has been the biggest thing in music — a phenomenon that has engulfed pop culture, dominated news coverage and boosted local economies around the world.

Now we know exactly how big.

Through its 149th and final show, which took place in Vancouver, British Columbia, on Sunday, Swift’s tour sold a total of $2,077,618,725 in tickets. That’s two billion and change — double the gross ticket sales of any other concert tour in history and an extraordinary new benchmark for a white-hot international concert business.

Those figures were confirmed to The New York Times for the first time by Taylor Swift Touring, the singer’s production company. While the financial details of the Eras Tour have been a subject of constant industry speculation since tickets were first offered more than two years ago — through a presale so in-demand it crashed Ticketmaster’s system — Swift has never authorized disclosure of the tour’s numbers until now.

The official results are not far from the estimates that trade journalists and industry analysts have been crunching for months. But they solidify the enormous scale of Swift’s accomplishment. Just a few months ago, Billboard magazine reported that Coldplay had set an industry record with $1 billion in ticket sales for its 156-date Music of the Spheres World Tour — a figure that is just half of Swift’s total for a similar stretch of shows in stadiums and arenas.

Every date on the Eras Tour was sold out, and spare tickets were scalped at eye-popping prices — or traded within the protective Swiftie fan community, often at face value.

According to Swift’s touring company, a total of 10,168,008 people attended the concerts, which means that, on average, each seat went for about $204. That is well above the industry average of $131 for the top 100 tours around the world in 2023, according to Pollstar, a trade publication.

The biggest single night’s attendance was in Melbourne, Australia, on Feb. 16, 2024, with 96,006. And Swift’s eight nights at Wembley Stadium in London, which she played more than any other venue, drew 753,112 people — about as many as live in Seattle.

As gigantic as they are, the figures revealed by Swift’s company are only part of the overall business that has surrounded the tour. They exclude her extraordinary merchandise sales, for example, a product line so in demand that Swift opened stadium sales booths a day early in some markets to sell T-shirts, hoodies and Christmas ornaments to fans, ticketed or not.

And they do not count the secondary market of online ticket resellers. According to StubHub, the Eras Tour was the biggest-selling tour in the platform’s two-decade history, and last year it outsold Beyoncé’s shows by a factor of five. Another ticketing company, Victory Live, said the average price for resold tickets to the Eras Tour’s three Vancouver dates was $2,952. (Swift earned nothing from resold tickets.)

Beyond its numbers, the Eras Tour has been a mega-event that elevated the already-super-famous Swift to a new level, making her an epochal symbol of cultural saturation on the level of the Beatles in the 1960s or Michael Jackson in his ’80s prime. Swift’s every onstage utterance, outfit swap or offstage sighting was thoroughly documented, on social media and in the mainstream press, with news outlets big and small rushing to capture Swifties’ clicks. Online, fans tracked every tweak to the three-hour-plus set lists.

As the story of Swift’s tour took shape, it seemed to contain its own eras within it. First, in November 2022, came the ticket fiasco, when Ticketmaster was overwhelmed by what it said were 3.5 billion online requests for tickets, many from scalpers’ bots. The furor over those problems led to a Senate Judiciary hearing in January 2023, at which lawmakers from both parties openly called Ticketmaster’s corporate parent, Live Nation, a monopoly. (This year, the Justice Department filed an antitrust suit against Live Nation, calling for a breakup of the company.)

Then came the tour and the folkways that developed around it, like fans trading hand-assembled friendship bracelets. After the tour’s stop in Kansas City, Mo., a public flirtation between Swift and Travis Kelce, the star tight end of the Kansas City Chiefs, developed into a full-on romance, with the pop star and the football hunk sharing a field-level smooch after the Chiefs defeated the San Francisco 49ers at Super Bowl LVIII in February. The photographers definitely did not miss it.

In October 2023, she released “Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour,” a nearly three-hour concert film, released through a direct distribution deal with AMC Entertainment, the world’s largest theater operator. It sold about $93 million in tickets during its opening weekend, and ended up with $261 million in worldwide grosses, according to Box Office Mojo. The next step was a streaming deal with Disney+. A 256-page hardcover tour book, released last month through Target stores, sold 814,000 print copies in its first two days on sale.

As the tour moved to Europe in 2024, it narrowly avoided what could have been a major catastrophe when a terrorist bomb plot was uncovered before three planned shows in Vienna. Those events were canceled and never rescheduled.

Although Swift has largely avoided the news media during the tour, over time she has pulled back the curtain a bit to reveal some of how it came together. To prepare herself for the physical demands of the show, she trained for six months, with a cardio regimen that included singing the entire set list while running on a treadmill, she told Time magazine.

“I knew this tour was harder than anything I’d ever done before by a long shot,” the magazine quoted her as saying. “I finally, for the very first time, physically prepared correctly.”

The music video for “I Can Do It With a Broken Heart,” from her latest album, “The Tortured Poets Department” — her third release over the course of the tour, including two rerecorded versions of older albums — has behind-the-scenes clips confirming some of the stagecraft mechanics that fans have carefully cataloged on social media, like how she “dives” each night through a “hole” in the stage (onto a soft cushion held by crew members) and how she is ferried backstage in a dummy janitor’s cart.

The tour concludes just as Swift celebrates yet another win: “Tortured Poets” has returned to No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart for a 16th week, with help from vinyl and CD sales of the 35-track “Anthology” edition of the album, which Swift released on Black Friday, also through Target. “Tortured Poets” is by far the biggest-selling album of the year so far.

Swift is up for six awards at the Grammys in February, including album of the year for “Tortured Poets” and both record and song of the year for one of its singles, “Fortnight.”

At a recent tour stop in Toronto, as the tour neared its end, Swift teared up as she delivered valedictory remarks to fans.

“My band, my crew, all my fellow performers,” she said, “we have put so much of our lives into this, and you put so much of your lives into being with us tonight and to giving us that moment that we will never forget.”

[shadowmaat]

Most relevant bit:

The puppy was part of a litter of 12 at a July 20 event hosted by the Moms and Mutts Colorado Rescue for Pregnant and Nursing Dogs, also known as MAMCO. The event took place at the rescue's shelter at 2721 W. Oxford Ave. in Sheriden. The address is also sometimes listed in Englewood. The puppy, along with its littermates, came from Texas and was unvaccinated for rabies at the time of exposure. At the event, the puppy's litter was known as the "July Shepherd Mix" litter and may also have been referred to as the "Celebrity Kids" litter.

Rabies is bad, kids. Like, 100% fatal, bad. The pup had to be euthanized for testing and it's likely all its littermates will be, too. The article said they're trying to track down 17 people known to be in close contact with the infected pup, but anyone who was at the event needs to be wary. Rabies can be passed via saliva, so if the puppy licked you or your dog, there's a danger.

People who attended the event should call the Colorado Department of Public Health & Environment for screening.

They can call the agency's hotline at 303-692-2700 during business hours or 303-692-9395 after hours or on weekends or holidays. Or they can email cdphe_zoonoses@state.co.us CDPHE staff will determine whether attendees need post-exposure treatment.

It's also worth noting that post-exposure treatment only works before symptoms show up. Once you or your pet start displaying symptoms, it's too late. Again: rabies is 100% fatal.

The article doesn't mention how the pup contracted rabies in the first place and it doesn't mention how old the pup was, but a bit of quick research shows that the vax schedule for rabies isn't until 14 weeks, so if the puppy was younger than that (and this was a "nursing dogs" event) it's possible it was just too young to have been vaxxed. There may be more nuance to it than that and there's a lot of details that aren't mentioned, but I don't think this is a case of "ugh, Texas" or anything like that. Shelters, at least, take health & safety seriously. Any employee spouting off about animals not needing vaccines is going to get kicked to the curb.

I really hope that the CDPHE has a system in place to cover the cost of the post-exposure treatment since it can cost anywhere from $1200 to $6500 without insurance and that's going to be impossible for a lot of people, even if the alternative is a slow and painful death.

What a mess. I hope everyone (and their animals) comes through this safe and healthy.

[seeingivy]

ivy

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru gojo as taylor swift songs series

--

“i’m not particularly fond of attending these meetings, kento.” you state. 

in the grand scheme of things, the deal that you make with nanami kento is the best case scenario. and if you were looking at this retroactively, with every option exhausted, you’d keep your complaints to yourself. that deep down, you’d know that you virtually have nothing to complain about. that things could be drastically more dangerous than they were. 

but you don’t look at everything in the grand scheme of things. or retroactively. especially when you’re trying to get nanami kento to be nice to you. you turn to your side to give him a particularly pained look, one that he sees through almost immediately, and stops in his tracks with an immediate flick to your forehead with his fingers. 

you rub the sore spot on your forehead while you shoot him a glare, one that makes him smile at you rather fondly. 

“such a shame. they’ve requested your presence, dearest.” he responds, tone dry. 

you lean your head against the back of the carriage, letting out your best attempts of a dramatic groan, which earns you a laugh from nanami. he mimics your motions, before very politely gesturing for you to take your hand in his. his hand is warm, as you feel along the jagged length of the scar on his palm. he flips your hand over in his, before mimicking the exact motion and pressing against your almost identical scar as well. 

if you looked at that one retrospectively, it was very foolish of you and nanami to slit slashes into your palms as a symbol of the promise to keep one another’s deepest secrets. granted, you attest most of the theatrics to the fact that you were twelve, that you were twelve and read far too many fantasy books, and that sometimes your head was stuck in wonderland. and while the premise of the action – of the two of you divulging each other's secrets to someone else was basically unthinkable now – the mark served as almost a soft spot. 

the promise of your friendship. that like the scar that was indented into your skin, it was always going to be there no matter what. 

“i really do apologize. i tried my best to get you out of it.” nanami adds. 

you nod, absentmindedly leaning across the length of the chair to rest your head on his shoulder. he welcomes the touch, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into the lacy fabric covering your arms, as you mentally prepare yourself for the encounters that’s about to occur at this dinner. at the fact that most of them were going to be unpleasant, that you’d have to swallow down fake niceties for an hour, just to keep up appearances. 

as the newly minted lord of his household, following the passing of his beloved father, nanami’s expectations and responsibilities went up tenfold. training new guards, making sure that all the soldiers are up to his standard, attending meetings with other prominent families in the area – the mix of all the events meant that you didn’t see him very often. definitely not as much as you did when you were growing up, significantly less than the first year that the two of you were married. 

and when you became the respective lady of the house, if you could really even call yourself that, some of his responsibilities seemed to bleed into yours. there were dinners that you had to attend in lieu, pleasantries that you had to exchange on his behalf, and staffing protocols that you had to run. 

the job was stressful. particularly stressful, because it required the two of you to keep up a very elaborate system of lies and ruses to keep people at bay. to make sure that you rehearsed your story over and over again, to make sure that you didn’t even give anyone a reason to question your relationship, to keep things as safe and secure as they were. 

the truth was that you weren’t really the lady of the house, at least not in the traditional way. there was nothing standard about your marriage to nanami kento, because calling it that would be a disservice to the relationship that the two of you actually had. 

you postulate that the more appropriate term would be partners. that in the twenty years that nanami kento lived across the courtyard, the two of you had forged your own version of what was important to a relationship. found your own way to protect your vested interests, which involved one another. 

nanami had a very simple vested interest, which was to keep you safe. the shouting that he heard across the street didn’t fall deaf on his ears, and unlike others, wasn’t something that he could stomach to ignore. he was perceptive, a part of you was almost inclined to call it cunning, his solemn offer to protect you. 

you had a very simple vested interest, which was to safeguard nanami’s happiness. and if that meant that you had to marry nanami kento for appearances, so that he could secretly convene with who he really loved behind closed doors, you’d do it over and over again. only because he’s deserving of love. and because his lover is awfully kind. 

“i’ve switched guards. haibara is going to accompany you for the night.” nanami states. 

“thank you. i appreciate that.” 

nanami squeezes your hand once, as the carriage comes to a rocking stop. 

“nonsense. there’s no one else i’d trust to keep you safe.

-

out of all the events that you were required to attend, you were least fond of the dinner parties. there was something suffocating about the ambiance – of the pink flush everyone had from the wine, the sweltering in the air from the high concentration of people, the food that made your stomach tense with pressure. 

it’s why you duck out of there when they switch the plates for dessert which you know from experience is one of the only chances that you get. people were too busy – fawning over the chefs, complimenting the hosts – to notice that you had momentarily made your escape, which at this point, you desperately needed. 

you make your way out of the main ballroom to the foyer, your quick feet leading you to the open balcony. there’s a quiet wind in the air tonight, sending a small coat of goosebumps across your arms, as you lean against the railing and eye the courtyard below. there’s old cobblestones, blanketed in the snow that fell two nights prior, and you wish you could run out there instead of having to retreat back in. 

“are you not going to eat dessert?” 

you basically flinch at the sound of the voice, deep and full at your side, as you put distance between yourself and the stranger who has materialized at your left. you take the quiet second to ogle him in full – snow white hair, bright blue eyes – before you clear your throat. he reminds you of the snow – the way his eyes glimmer in the crescent moon. 

“i apologize. i was looking for the bathroom.” 

he narrows his eyes at you. 

“on the balcony?” 

you swallow hard. 

“i took the second to admire at the view. that’s all.” 

he gives you a thoughtful nod, mimicking the position you were in earlier, by crossing his arms over the railing and looking down at the courtyard.

“clover blooms in the fields during spring.” he states. 

“sorry?” 

“you should return in the spring to see the clover blooms. do you like to look at views such as these?” he asks. 

you give him a polite nod, before making a quick show of the sparkling ring on your finger. you were far too accustomed to the conversation – to the setting and parties like these – to know that there was an ulterior motive. that there was no way that he could have been asking simply to know. you can tell that he gets the hint, that he knows you’re trying to make it obvious from the way his eye falls to your hand, before he offers you a nod in recognition. 

“i’m married.” you murmur. 

“is that right?” he asks. 

you take another step away, the backs of your knees hitting the railing, as you cross your hands over your chest and stick your freezing hands back into the warmth underneath your arms. there was something unsavory left in the air, mainly in the fact that you felt horrible when you had to reject people as such, as you attempt to terminate the conversation in any way that you can. 

“yes.” 

“does being married to nanami kento truly count?” he asks. 

you feel your throat dry. 

“sorry, what?” 

he gives you a smile. there’s something glimmering in his eyes, a sensation, a feeling that you’re not able to place. 

“does being married to nanami kento truly count when he’s very clearly got eyes for his beloved guard?” he asks. 

you can feel your heart drop to the bottom of your chest. and from the look on his face, from the fact that he notes the immediate frown that graces your face, tells you that any attempt you would make to cover up would fall on deaf ears. 

“that’s not true.” you whisper. 

he leans forward, inching a few feet away from your face, before whispering. there’s a musky smell to him, resembling fresh pine, as he whispers back in response. 

“how much do you want to bet, lady nanami?” 

--

“is something bothering you?” 

nanami kento is exceedingly polite. it’s very rare for him to push boundaries, for him to question or attempt to parse something out of you. it was one of the first things that you were able to appreciate about him – that he was curious, attentive enough to figure out things without you ever having to do the work of spilling it out. 

the look in his eyes so unassuming – so calm – that there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to divulge what occurred. only because you can imagine the expression that’s going to follow, that you might not ever see the calm look ever again, and the safe bubble that the two of you had made such hard attempts to protect was going to pop. 

“you were quiet the entire way over.” he adds. 

the guards leave the room, all except one, as the doors to the main dining room are pulled shut. you note that haibara relaxes at his post against the wall, walking up to join you at nanami’s side, offering you a reassuring smile. 

“someone knows.” you whisper. 

nanami tilts his head to the side in confusion. 

“what?” 

“someone knows. about haibara.” you whimper. 

the silence in the room is haunting. you look up to see that the two of them refuse to look at one another – that the gears in nanami’s head are turning, that the fear is settling in haibara’s chest – as you swallow hard. 

you can’t help but frown at them. the calm look is gone. and replaced with something that you fear you’ll never get used to. 

“who?” nanami asks. 

“what happened?” haibara adds. 

you shrug. 

“i went to get air when they switched for desserts. this guy, he came and talked to me on the balcony. he…he asked me if being married to you counts when you’ve very clearly got eyes for your guard?” 

you can tell that whatever flicker of hope that nanami was holding out for has diminished in quick seconds. that the hopes to make it out to be a misunderstanding, to ignore it all together were impossible, because someone had figured you all out. down to knowing that it was haibara that was behind the shut door at the end of the hall in nanami’s room. 

there’s a sharp knock on the door. 

“who’s that?” 

“i invited someone from the party over. he’s an old friend of mine, i’ll…i’ll go retrieve him. we’ll discuss this later.” 

you give him a nod, turning back to watch nanami swiftly march down the length of the hallway, before he disappears behind the corridor. you absentmindedly reach for haibara’s hand at your side, noting that he almost immediately interlocks his fingers with yours, as you feel the warmth burning in your eyes. 

there was a difference in the way that nanami and haibara loved one another. something that was almost institutional, something entirely unavoidable. 

it was the one thing that you and haibara had in common; that the two of you were willing to risk anything for kento. in the disastrous case that the two of them were found out, it was probable that haibara would be exiled. that he’d have to flee for having desecrated lady nanami in his illicit affair. 

if nanami’s…predilections…were discovered, you knew for a fact that you’d no longer be allowed to keep your residence here. that no matter what defense you made, you wouldn’t make a slim escape that you did the previous time, that your parents would drag you back to that forsaken house by your hair if they had to. 

and nanami kento would be alone. he’d be disgraced, surely people’s opinions of him would sway. but in the grand scheme of things, his solution was simple; to say that he was enticed, to move on as he was, to pretend like he had not forsaken the two people that he cared about the most.

on the heels of your worst nightmare coming true, nanami kento’s left in the dark, only because he can’t possibly understand what the two of you are going to be left to deal with in the aftermath. 

“what are you going to do?” you whisper. 

“run away.” 

“what?” 

haibara shakes his head. 

“you could come with me. i would protect you.” 

you shake your head. 

“nanami can protect you.” 

“but he shouldn’t.” he whispers. 

you nod. 

“he’d lose all credibility if…if he were to defend me.” 

“he can come with us.” 

you can hear nanami’s footsteps echoing down the hallway, animated chatter echoing against the walls as you let go of haibara’s hand, giving him one last look, before watching him retreat to his spot against the wall. you swear there’s a sheen glimmering in his eyes. 

you run your hair through the loose waves left by the braid, massaging the tense points where the pins were digging into your scalp before standing up and preparing yourself to exchange niceties with the man walking down the hall. 

only to find that nanami’s walking into the room with him. 

the exact stranger that had cornered you on the balcony. you can feel your throat dry again, that he’s going to corner haibara while he’s actually in the room, that he’s going to rub your wrongdoings in your face, and you can’t help but reach for the stray knife that’s strewn across the table. 

“we’re not exactly sure what we’re going to do.” nanami states, shooting you a halfhearted smile of acknowledgement as he walks into the room. 

the stranger gives you a smile. and it sends a course of anger running through you, enough for you to clench the knife in your fist. 

“this is your wife?” satoru asks. 

nanami nods. 

“she truly does care for you. evidently enough to get homicidal on your behalf.” he states. 

“what?” nanami asks. 

you watch as the stranger sticks his arm around nanami – that he’s so friendly with him that nanami allows it, that nanami’s must have made a grave mistake and that’s how you were found out – as he points towards your hand. 

“she’s got a butter knife in her hand. and the look on her face isn’t exactly savory.” 

“y/n. put the knife down.” nanami murmurs. 

you widen your eyes at him. 

“kento. that’s the guy.” you whisper. 

nanami pauses. 

“what guy?” 

“the guy who asked me the question. the one that knows about…you know.” 

nanami’s eyes widen – and you swear that you hear haibara release a breath of relief behind you – before turning back to the guy. this time you’re unable to place the look that’s simmering in nanami’s eyes, something that you’re assuming is a mix between searing anger and painstaking relief. 

“did i do something?” he asks. 

nanami gives him a peachy smile, before reaching forward and punching the stranger straight across the nose. there’s a bright crimson color that leaks out almost immediately, coupled with an obscene whining nose that comes out of his mouth. 

you note that nanami takes the second to exchange a look with haibara, that you were right – that there was sense of unrelenting relief that they share, before you turn back to the two of them. 

“what the hell was that for?” the stranger whines. 

nanami wipes the red blood on his knuckles away with a napkin, before reaching forward and squeezing your shoulder once. in reassurance. that everything was going to be fine. 

“you unnecessarily stressed my wife out. i’m almost inclined to let her stab you as she was intending.” he states. 

“she was going to stab me?” he asks. 

“you walked up to her and divulged our greatest secret. and left out that the reason that you knew was because i told you.” 

“i figured that she knew. surely, she knows who i am.” he defends. 

“as always, you give yourself too much importance, satoru. and knowing you, the fact that you purposely chose not to introduce yourself had to have been deliberate.” 

you watch as haibara offers satoru a hand, extending him a napkin for the blood that’s dribbling out of his nose. satoru welcomes it, not without giving haibara an embrace on his own, before turning to give nanami a guilty smile. he only rolls eyes 

“i’m satoru gojo. it’s a pleasure to meet you, lady nanami.” 

you sigh. 

“right. you’re his friend from…” 

“vienna. correct.” he finishes. 

you wipe your sweaty palms against the pleats of your dress before sticking your hand out and shaking his, the searing cold in his touch taking you off guard. he shoots you an apologetic smile, before placing one of his hands over his chest. 

“my apologies for causing you distress, my lady. that was never my intention.” 

you smile. 

“from what i’ve heard about you, i’m inclined to believe that’s a blatant lie.” you states. 

satoru smiles – at what you assume is mainly the fact that he was important enough to have been mentioned to you by nanami – before giving you a mock bow. 

“guilty as charged.” 

“i’d keep your jokes to a minimum while you’re here.” nanami states. 

satoru ignores his comment all together. 

“i didn’t get your name.” 

“y/n.” 

“he’s going to be staying in the room across from yours.” nanami adds. 

you turn towards him. 

“he’s going to live here?” you ask. 

nanami gives you a sly grin. 

“i’m sure he won’t be offended by your late night singing. god knows that he’ll join in if you start belting again.” 

you can feel your cheeks burn. only at the fact that nanami’s divulging your late night habits to this stranger, this stranger who seems intrigued by what he’s just mentioned, and you shake your head dismissively. 

“it’s not that. he’s more than welcome to stay, obviously, i would just…like a warning next time.” 

--

“you know. you never did answer my question.” 

you nearly flinch at the sound of satoru gojo’s voice, as you turn to find him seated on the bench in the middle of the garden. he’s less…less formal than the last time you saw him – his hair unstyled, his shirt plain – and with his legs crossed. 

you divert your gaze back to the ivy that’s growing against the length of the pathway, make a mental note that you should probably trim it tomorrow, before eyeing the flower bed to your left. 

“sorry. what was that?” you ask. 

satoru pats the seat on the bench next to him, patiently waiting for you to join him at his side, before he even makes any attempt to divulge. you can tell that he’s not going to take no for an answer, that he’s very keen on interrupting whatever it is you’re doing here, and that he enjoys pestering you – for whatever reason. 

 you’re careful to keep a sizable distance between the two of you, as you take your place next to him. 

“you never answered my question. do you enjoy looking at views like this one?” he asks. 

“oh. right, from the other day. yes, i do.” 

satoru nods. 

“did you know that my room gives me a perfect view of this very garden?” he asks. 

“i wasn’t aware, no. i’ve never been inside your room.” 

satoru grins. 

“do you need a formal invite?” 

“what?” 

satoru scoots closer to you on the bench, giving you an almost devious smile, before leaning closer and whispering. 

“you have to know that you’re always welcome where i am.” 

you roll your eyes, scooting to the edge of the bench, in attempts to put a distance between the two of you again. he takes the hint, learning back towards his side, before twisting the flower he’s very clearly plucked from the nearby tree in his fingers. 

“i’ve seen you come down here every single day. once in the morning, once in the evening. you tend to the flowers on the left, sometimes you sit near the pond on the right. sometimes you trim the ivy.” 

you make your best attempts not to make a face. 

“are you cataloging every movement i make?” 

“i make my best efforts not to. i can’t help that i’m so intrigued by you.” 

“what’s so intriguing about me?” you ask. 

satoru leans his head against the back of the bench, shiftling slightly closer to you, in order to bask in the slightest streams of light that were peering in between the leaves. 

“wouldn’t it be easier for you to just trim the ivy from the garden for good?” he asks. 

you shake your head.

“i love the ivy. and yes, sometimes it takes up space where it shouldn’t, but that’s just how ivy is. it grows wherever there’s room for it.” 

satoru pauses, almost like he’s mulling the thought over, before he reaches for your wrist. his fingers are ice cold as he wraps them around your skin and maneuvers your hand so it’s facing palm up. you note that his eyes slightly waver at the jagged skin, before he places the flower in his fingers in your palm. 

“kento has a very similar scar.” he notes. 

you nod. 

“my fault. i told him a secret. he told me one too. and we decided that a bloody shake on it was what he had to do to solidify the fact that we would keep one another’s secrets.” 

satoru gives you a look. almost like he’s impressed. 

“that’s some dedication.” 

“kento is very special to me. in ways that i understand might be difficult to comprehend.” 

satoru shrugs, as he wraps his fingers around yours, closing the flower he gifted you into your hold. 

“nanami kento, who albeit i will admit is very attractive, made his very first moves on me when i came to vienna. and while i could empathize with his affection for me, hell i was even flattered, it was something that i couldn’t reciprocate. and by proxy, i tried to find solutions for him. like setting him up with friends of mine, guards that i had met on my travels.” 

like haibara. 

“granted, it seems that he didn’t even need my help. he’s found an almost perfect solution on his own. even your chefs and lady’s maids are sworn to your deep promises of loyalty. i will admit that i tried the same ruse that i played on you with them and not one of them gave in.” 

you smile. 

“i hand pick our staff myself.” you respond. 

you pause. 

“and our ruse is perfect.” 

satoru shakes his head. 

“while i’m inclined to believe that, coupled with the determination in your voice, my gut tells me that it’s not exactly true. it’s what peaks my curiosity the most, the fact that you so willingly participate, when you’re the one receiving the short end of the stick” he states. 

you can’t help but be defensive. 

“i get to live here. tend to the garden. my lady’s maids are very kind to me. nanami and haibara treat me with the respect, which is the bare minimum, but they’re also my closest confidantes. i’d even wager to say that…that in some strange way they’re my closest friends. that and the fact that i’m the one holding our sweet favor together means that things usually go my way, which definitely helps.” 

satoru scoots even closer. 

“that can’t be enough.” he whispers. 

“enough for what?” 

“you. their friendship, this garden – that can’t be enough for you to forsake the idea of love. of having your own partnership.” 

there’s a sharp prickling in your chest, as you shake your head. 

“i’m more than grateful for what i have. kento is kind, very kind, and he always has been. while he may not be my husband in the traditional sense, i…i do view him as my partner. he takes care of me. i try my best to do the same. most people would kill to be so lucky.” 

satoru smiles. 

“that’s not what i said.” 

“what?’ 

“i didn’t ask you what you were grateful for. i suggested that there was no way that you could watch the two of them without yearning for what they have. that there wasn’t a part of you that craved for…to be that intimate too.” 

“i am not fond of kento in that way.” 

“not with kento. it’s evident that it’s strictly platonic; that and his predilections don’t necessarily work well in your favor to begin with. but someone. anyone. even just the idea of it, being someone’s closest confidante, in every respect.” 

you slightly slump down in the chair. 

“it’s a magnificent curse that you’ve given yourself. the exact thing that you long for is the one thing that you’ve set yourself up to not have. surely, nanami kento was not worth all of that?” 

you shake your head. and he gets the message – that for you, it is. 

“a fatal flaw.” satoru murmurs. 

“what do you mean?” 

satoru reaches forward, for the stray strands of the braid that fall loosely around your face, and tucks them behind your hear. 

“exceedingly kind. with everyone but yourself it seems. so agreeable, it seems that you forget you’re part of the equation too.” 

you pinch your lips in a line. 

“i’m a phenomenal friend.” you joke. 

“never been that good at the whole friendship thing.” 

you scoff. 

“i wonder why.” 

he rolls his eyes in response, before extending his hand out to you. it makes you nervous, sliding your hand into his hold – accompanied by the course of energy that runs down your spine when you do – as he runs his thumb over the jagged scar on your palm. 

“could i be so lucky as to be your friend?” he asks. 

you feel your throat dry. 

“what?” 

he smiles again. 

“are all friendships this demanding? surely, you won’t make me humble myself to make me ask again.” 

you laugh. 

“i can’t help but fear that you have an ulterior motive.” you murmur. 

“well, that’s natural of course. but i can’t be so blatantly forward. i know i’m teetering in dangerous waters by flirting with a married woman. trying to romance her by drinking her husband’s wine.” 

his blatant admission makes your cheeks burn, even in the dead of the night, when you rethink the conversation before going to bed. and in retrospect, that’s when you pinpoint it to. 

the exact moment where satoru gojo plants his roots in your dreamland. 

--

in the dead of night, you knock on nanami’s door. if you had your wits about you – which you almost never did – you would have avoided this all together. thinking through your decisions would have prevented you from interrupting what you did and the smallest part of you feels guilty. 

“did you want something, y/n?” 

nanami looks flushed. bright pink cheeks, the faintest beads of sweat on his forehead, and panting. 

“why are you out of breath?” you ask. 

nanami narrows his eyes at you. and it takes you three seconds to realize that you’ve interrupted him after the sun dipped past the horizon, the exact time that he’s asked you to give him his privacy, as you widen your eyes. 

“oh god. kento, i’m…” 

“no, no. it’s alright. i know you wouldn’t bother if it wasn’t something important. I’ll ask haibara to leave.” 

you reach forward, grabbing onto the door, as you give nanami a pleading look. 

“can he stay actually? maybe both of your input will be helpful?” you murmur. 

nanami gives you a confused look, before giving you a kurt nod. he shuts the door – the quiet sound of muffled voices and scattering behind the door – before he returns, fully dressed this time with haibara at his side. the latter gives you a smile, gesturing for you to enter, as you take a seat at the vanity. 

you would be offended on satoru gojo’s stance – that you were the one left with the worst cut of your deal – if it wasn’t something that haibara had said to you first. it was an impassioned defense that you heard from him moments before you married kento – that you were deserving of love, that he couldn’t let you sign your life away from him – and you can tell it weighs on him often. 

you figure it’s why he’s so kind. why he’s so sweet. because he feels guilty for the potential he’s taken away. 

“sorry. i didn’t mean to interrupt, i just…wanted some advice.” you mumble. 

“we’re always here to help you. whatever you need.” haibara responds. 

“what’s going on?” kento asks. 

once you start talking, you can’t help but stop. you can’t help but go on and on – about satoru gojo, about how his piercing blue eyes send a shiver down your spine, that his earnest curiosity about you is something that you find endearing, a feeling you’ve you’ve never been privy to – to be the object of someone’s affections and it’s driving you insane. 

“it’s ridiculous, kento. he…he asks me questions. all the time. about what i hated about grade school, why i dislike my mother, why i would suggest that you and i slit our palms to seal our promise. and the crazy part is that he seems intrigued by it – he actually wants to know about me.” 

kento offers you a kind smile. 

“is it so shocking to believe that someone would be interested in you? surely you don’t think so little of yourself.” 

“it’s getting hopeless. every morning i go down to the garden early, i’m…i’m fidgeting with my hair for these moments that we steal in his free time. and it’s ridiculous…it’s ridiculous because i know it’s just begged and borrowed time, but god. god is this how the two of you feel when you spend time together? i’m…i’m itching for more and i’m insatiable.” 

“well, i think that-” haibara starts. 

“it’s like a goddamn fire. he makes these ridiculous jokes, he makes me laugh, and now i can feel him there in the pit of my stomach, and…and i can’t get rid of him. i’m scared that it’s never going to go away, that he’s just always going to have these roots in me because i’m so desperately fond of him, i love being around him so much, and it just…just makes me despair that he’s going to leave soon.” 

you’re panting at the end of the rant, two wide eyed stares being offered to you, before they exchange a look. 

“sorry, y/n. what was the question?” haibara asks. 

you give him a breathy laugh before sinking back down to your chair and placing your head in your hands. 

“this is…this is how the two of you feel, correct? I…i’ve never felt this way for someone before, i’d half convinced myself that i’d never know what it feels like to have someone care for me this way or want that for myself, but i just…that’s what it is right?” 

kento gives you a smile. 

“yes.” 

you groan. 

“you know, i’m starting to understand why you almost ran away, kento. not being able to exact these feelings is excruciating.” you murmur. 

haibara gives you a confused look. 

“why can’t you see it through?” 

you look up at him. 

“surely, i can’t.” 

kento smiles at you again. 

“why not? we’re certainly not morally opposed to it.” he states. 

you feel your throat dry. 

“you’re not?” you whisper. 

kento closes the distance between the two of you. he holds his hand out to you, jagged scar facing up, as you place your hand in his. 

“i mean. i find myself dreading every interaction that i have with him and unable to understand what you’re seeing. but surely you must know that i would have no problem with you pursuing…whatever it is.” 

you sigh. 

“really?” you whisper. 

“of course.” 

“well, i figured that you would. but…do you think that he likes me?” 

haibara places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. 

“what’s not to like?” 

you give the two of them a grin. 

“the fact that i’m already married.” 

the two of them laugh, enough for it to ease the anxiety that’s wavering in your stomach, as you sigh. 

“i’m sure he can get over it.” 

there’s a rapid knock at the door, the three of you sitting up as one of your lady’s maid shoots you a meek smile from the doorway, her quiet voice breaking the silence. 

“lord nanami.” 

“yes, what is it?” he asks. 

“the nurses in the east wing told me to alert you that your guest has returned. he appears to be severely injured.” 

--

nanami gets there first. haibara half drags you there. only because it makes your stomach wrench – knowing that satoru’s hurt, that he’s down the hallway writhing in pain, that he left on a dangerous mission without divulging where he was going. 

“what was he there to do?” you whisper. 

haibara frowns. 

“he’s been negotiating to find a place in the area. and granted, his family’s powerful, and…and sometimes people make power plays with heirs and such and it’s…it’s really just semantics, i wouldn’t worry.” he murmurs. 

you give haibara a nod, letting him push open the door to the dimly lit room in the wing, where one of nanami’s nurses is very carefully attending to a gash on satoru’s forehead. you can tell that most of the damage has been cleaned up – evidence by the loads of bloodied washcloths in the bin closest to you – as well as the acidic smell of the antiseptic lingering in the air. 

satoru cranes his head to the door, earning him a scold from the nurse working on his forehead, as he splits a smile. you can’t help but feel the tears bubble up in your eyes as you close the distance, reaching forward to cup the side of his face and watching the dried red come back on your hand. 

“why are you making that face?” you whisper. 

he can’t help but smile – that the line he’s repeated to you multiple times is one that you’re parroting now.

“just thinking.” he whispers back. 

“penny for your thoughts?” you ask. 

you can feel the dryness in your throat as you dip your hand to where his is, the ice cold feeling sending a shiver up your spine. he mimics your motions, his hand finding its way to yours, as you look down at the intertwined fingers. 

“nanami kento has just told me that you’re very fond of me. enough to be so worked up over it that you interrupted his…evening plans.” 

you shoot nanami a glare over your shoulder, one that he merely shakes his head to dismiss, before you turn back and run your hand through the messy tresses of satoru’s hair. 

“i’m not fond of you.” you murmur. 

“don’t break my heart now. i’m already injured.” he complains. 

you smile, at the attitude, before reaching for his hand that’s firm on your cheek and pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. 

“well, don't act so daft and i won't say things like that.” 

satoru scoffs. 

“i did this for you. i can’t exactly live close by if i don’t make deals with people around here. and how was i supposed to know that they were out to get me?” 

you laugh. 

“just be careful. all of my pain fits in the palm of your hand.” you whisper. 

satoru furrows his eyebrows at you. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

you swallow hard. 

“my heart’s yours. you can break it, especially if you’re being careless like this, so just….tread lightly, please.” 

satoru looks over at you, eyebrows raised to mark his intrigue, as he reaches for the scar on your hand. it’s something that he touches often – soft fingers running down the length, his curious voice asking you to repeat the story over and over again. 

“in the palm of my hand?” he asks. 

you shakily nod. 

“do i really hold so much power?” he repeats.

“well. you’re relentless. you’ve always been relentless and i just couldn't help it. it's all your fault" you groan.

satoru gives you an ear splitting smile, before shaking head.

"i disagree. ivy grows where there's room for it."

you reach forward and run your thumb over his lips. and he welcomes the touch, pressing a kiss to the scar on your palm, marking a new promise - one that he's privy to this time.

"you let it happen. just as hard as i was trying to pursue it."

--

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[iww-gnv]

Genuine question. Why should someone who is freelance, self employed or unemployed join the IWW as the ad suggests? Wouldn’t a collective benefit or pension plan suite them better?

There are a lot of reasons someone might join the IWW despite not having typical employment. For one, the only way the working class can enact change is to work together against the capitalist system. Whether you have regular employment or you're totally unemployed, you're still working class if you don't own capital, and your class interests align with those of employed workers in your community. It benefits the entire community when wages are high, worker safety is enforced, and bosses are kept in line.

Joining, paying dues to, and attending meetings with your local branch gives that branch more worker power and more funding. Having more worker power and more funding helps the union fight for bigger and better changes and reach more workers.

For freelancers, joining the IWW can give you a community where you can get advice, compare rates to make sure you're getting a fair deal, recommend gigs or publications to each other, warn each other about predatory ones, and otherwise build solidarity. As an example, I (the social media volunteer typing this) have personally used IWW freelancer connections to help figure out what rates I should charge for commissions.

On a practical, day-to-day level, the union also always needs volunteers to do things like manage social media, maintain websites, facilitate meetings, organize events, keep track of bank accounts, and any number of other logistical and clerical tasks. If you want to help support unionized workers and workers trying to unionize, joining the IWW and helping with those tasks can be an incredible way to build community, organize workplaces, and support actions like strikes.

[reiderwriter]

do you think you could write where reader is a part of the BAU and gets kidnapped/ hurt by an unsub and spencer saves her? much love and i love your fics!

Hi! Thanks so much for your request. I'll admit this took a bit more brain power than usual 💀 may have gotten slightly carried away creating an unsub lmao

Summary: You go undercover for a case and Reid keeps you company through online messages, only to feel absolutely worthless when you go missing.

Warnings: Typical case descriptions, kidnapping and abuse of Y/N, Reid self-deprecating again but it has a happy fluffy ending so a win.

My Requests are Open! Send me an ask if you want me to write something~ 💕 And check out My Masterlist!

“Y/N, what do you think? I’m not going to send you in if you’re not confident you can complete the mission.'' Your Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner, was briefing you on the plan. Luckily for the team, or rather, unluckily for you, you fit the victim profile of your latest case, and with an absence of leads, your last chance to get him before he took another victim was an undercover mission. 

“I can do it, but can we establish a background in enough time? He’s devolving and he’s going to need to pick up another victim pretty soon.” 

You’d been called in to consult on the case two weeks prior. Local women who lived alone in the metropolitan area had been going missing on a weekly basis for the last three months, and the BAU team had been called in when they’d finally found the dump site of the first three victims. 

You’d so far managed to figure out how he was finding his victims from their home computers - a site for young women to look for sugar daddies. You’d previously profiled him as a man in his mid-40s who was going through a personal loss and was lashing out at women who represented someone specific to him, and after searching through the dating profiles, you were pretty sure his stressor was a recent or impending divorce. 

But try as Garcia might, these dating websites had a whole lot more encoded data than was expected, and after the Ashley Madison scandal of the previous decade, they’d taken to deleting the majority of their user data regularly so that certain accounts couldn’t be found. Which meant that you were left with a geographical profile you couldn’t pin down, a profile that could match half the men in the city, and a killer that was almost ready to strike again. 

“Garcia can get something ready for you in the next 8 hours, and we have some access to some FBI safehouses in the area that we can ready in at the same time. Go get yourself prepared for cover.”

And that’s how you found yourself living in a dingy studio apartment on the south side of the city for two days, waiting to report back about whatever men approached you. There wasn’t much for you to complain about, but you were getting pretty lonely. 

You’d greeted your new neighbors and made a show of attending some ‘new to the neighborhood’ events, making sure to get out and about to let the team assess if the unsub was stalking you. Other than that you’d spent the rest of your time in your apartment a constant tab open at the sugar baby website. A few men had been interested, and your computer was cloned and running simultaneously on Garcia’s system so the team could do their best to track suspicious accounts. 

The rest of your spare time was, surprisingly enough, spent messaging Spencer Reid. You’d been on the team now for three months, joining the team as a transfer from the blue collar division you’d worked in straight out of the academy. You had spent the same amount of time doing your best to gain confidence to work in the field. Sure, you’d trained for this, but theory and practice were so different and you really didn’t want to fuck up so early into your job.  

Which is why, you supposed, that Doctor Spencer Reid was so intimidating to you. Though he admittedly wasn’t the best at field work, noting the amount of exceptions the FBI had to make to allow him outside of the office at all on your first meeting, he was just so damned competent. With three PhD’s, three BA’s and a pending fourth on the way, he was the golden child of the BAU, and you found yourself desperate for his approval. It surely didn’t help that he was also your exact type to boot, and sometimes you found yourself conflicted if you wanted his approval because he was so good at his job or because he was go goddamn good-looking. 

With no way to know how the unsub was tracking his victims before he kidnapped them, your team theorized it was unsafe to have physical check-ins, opting instead to set up another account on the sugar baby website, that would be manned around the clock. And tech-averse Reid had volunteered to do the bulk of the manning, leaving you with all the time in the world to talk to him in your private chat room. 

sug4rbbY/N: Good evening, Doctor, got any interesting facts for me today? ;)

D0ct0rD0ct0r: Did you know that it is illegal to flirt in Haddon Township, New Jersey? Under the section “Peace and Good Order,” a person may be punished for approaching ��any person of the opposite sex unknown to such person and by word, sign or gesture attempts to speak to or to become acquainted with such person against his will.”

sug4rbbY/N: Well, aren’t I glad that we do not live in New Jersey then. 

D0ct0rD0ct0r: There’s more where that came from if you’re ever interested. 

sug4rbbY/N: I’ll certainly keep that in mind. 

sug4rbbY/N: Any plans for the evening, doc? 

D0ct0rD0ct0r: Just sitting here talking to you :) 

sug4rbbY/N: All by yourself? ;)

D0ct0rD0ct0r: Never feel like I’m alone when you’re online. 

sug4rbbY/N: Haha that’s sweet.

sug4rbbY/N: BRB, Doc, my doorbell’s ringing.  

You stood up from your desk, a glance at the mirror betraying your feelings, as your flush was prominent. You weren’t sure if it was the intimate nature of the messaging system, or just for the sake of your cover, but the flirty tone of your messages had certainly been leaving you wondering if there could be more to your relationship with your coworker in the future. 

You quickly walked over to the door, opening it wide and came face to face with a bouquet of flowers. 

“Miss Y/N Harper?” the man behind the bouquet used your cover name to address you, and you hesitated a little before nodding in the affirmative. “Can you sign here please? It’s standard procedure for deliveries like this.” 

“But I didn’t order any flowers…” you took the bouquet from the man and grabbed the pen in his hand ready to sign. 

“Oh yeah, our shop specialises in anonymous flowergrams. That bunch you’ve got in your hand has some aconite, some white lilies and jasmine flowers.” The delivery man explained, and something in your gut twisted as you listened to his words. 

“But aren’t lilies usually meant for funera-” you didn’t get to finish because he had pushed a wet rag to your face, and you had just enough time to shake some small petals off and push them far enough underneath a nearby shoe storage unit before you faded into unconsciousness, your last thought a prayer that your team would uncover your clue. 

–x– 

Needless to say, when you didn’t check back in a few minutes later, Spencer had alerted every cop in the vicinity of your new apartment that you were gone, and they discovered your apartment empty within ten minutes. 

“She was right there,” Spencer ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “She was talking to me and then she just got up and he took her.” 

“Reid, calm down, she can’t have been gone long, and we have security cameras all over the building. We’ll find her.” Morgan reassured the younger male while searching the entrance of your cover apartment for clues. 

“That’s easy for you to say, it isn’t your fault that she’d gone.”

“And it isn’t yours either, Reid. You did your job, but he wasn’t going to stop until he had her.” 

“I should’ve notified the standby officers as soon as she sent through that last message and what was I doing instead? Trying to figure out if she was flirting with me for real or not. I’m pathetic.”

“Reid, get your head back in the game. She’s gone and theres nothing you can do to change that now, but we need your head here or we’re not going to find her. Y/N’s an agent too, remember, she can hold her own. Now look and think.” 

“SSA Morgan, Doctor Reid, we may have something over here,” one of the local detectives called the two men over. They’d found the remnants of the petals you’d done your best to scatter, and even though the unsub had taken the bouquet with him, he hadn’t been as thorough as he should have been. 

“We didn’t set her up with any flowers when she started her cover, so these must have been bought in by the unsub. I’ll call Garcia, tell her to look for any flower shops within his comfort zone.” Morgan hit the number on his speedial, but before he could start, Reid cut him off.

“Wait, I think we can narrow the search a bit further. Those are Aconite petals, they’re not often stocked by local florists because they have a pretty sinister meaning. They’re usually used to express hatred for the receiver, and because of their poisonous properties most florists don't stock them for fear of doing harm and causing lawsuits. He must be specifically ordering them in to give to his victims. Garcia, can you crossreference the list of florists in the area and check to see how many of them have purchased this plant recently?” 

“Just the one. Sending you the address now. Go find our girl Doc.” 

–X– 

When you came to, in what you assumed to be a backroom of some kind of flower shop, you were bound at the ankles and wrists and there was a gag in your mouth. You struggled a bit against your bindings but it was no good, and you had to reassure yourself that you were going to be okay, doing your best to push down the tears and clear your head. 

You decided your best bet was to get to know your surroundings, check to see what was around you and what you could use to your advantage. There was a clock on the wall, and you realised that you’d only been gone half an hour. Reminding yourself that the unsub kept his victims for a minimum of two days did a lot to get your heartbeat back to a normal pace, but it spiked again as soon as you heard the door slam open and your captor walk in. 

“Stupid little bitch,” he slurred his words slightly and you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he moved closer to your space in the corner. You tried your best to scamper as far away from him as possible, but he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you up to his face. 

You winced at the pain and tried to squirm out of his hold. “Look at you all pathetic now, begging me to let you out. It’s not going to fucking happen, y'know. I’m going to be the last person you see, last person you hear,” he throws you against the wall, pinning you up with his hand on your arms as he sends a leering glance down your shirt and then gives you a disgusting grin. “Last person you touch.” 

Your bindings mean your movement is limited, but you still manage to bring both your legs up to knee him in the groin, effectively pushing him off you but landing hard on the ground yourself after you manage to do so. 

“Fucking whore,” he shouts at you standing up and dealing a sharp kick to your head that has your vision going white for a minute. “I’ll teach you to fucking mess with me again, you little bitch.” He makes to grab you again, but before he can you hear the blissful sounds of a door being kicked down and the shouts of the FBI to stand down. 

Two agents are on him in minutes and you finally allow yourself to let out a deep sob in relief, as a third, very recognisable agent, makes his way to your side. 

“Y/N, shhh baby, it’s okay. You’re okay now, I’ve got you,” Reid whispers in your ear as he unties you as gently and carefully as he can. The moment your arms are free you leap into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your face deeply against his chest. He pulls away just enough to untie your legs, and then lets you burrow into him again. 

“I knew you’d find me. Knew you’d understand something from those fucking flowers.” You sob into his chest now, as he strokes your hair, just holding you like that on the floor until you’re ready to move. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should’ve sent someone to check sooner, and I should’ve never let you accept that stupid cover mission,this is my fault and I'm going to make it up to you. I'm never going to let anyone hurt you ever ag-” he begins rambling but you shut him up again, this time by firmly pressing your lips into his. 

“Before you say anything else, this is not transference and I’m not doing this because you saved me, we both know I would’ve done that eventually anyway,” you rest your forehead against his, and after he has time to process what has just happened, he’s wiping the tears away from your face, and gently holding it with both of his hands, leaning in to do it again, gently pressing his mouth against yours as if he’s afraid you might bolt at any second. 

“Thank you, again. For finding me,” you whisper to him, the space between you so miniscule now that you barely had to move your lips to know that he understood you. 

“Thank you, for letting me find you.” He grinned at you and held you again, determined to never let you out of his arms ever again. 

[dearyuls]

#. — chae yul x reader (she/her pronouns used.)

#. content warnings! — extreme yandere behaviour, failed recovery, obsession, stalking, kidnapping, murder, violence, blood and injuries, gore.

#. word count! — (so far) 13,500.

#. < full fanfiction, slowburn, no update schedule just whenever I feel like writing. only three chapter have been written so far, slow updates. also being crossposted on ao3 and wattpad as “ hand in unlovable hand”

#. > 0 | 1| 2 | <

PROLOGUE.

He swore to himself that this would be a new chance, he wouldn't waste the second chance at life that Eun Sian had graciously gifted him, in not ruining his life, that was all he could do in thanks to his dear person...well. Ex-dear person.

It was only one picture, he wouldn't let it get out of hand again, he probably wouldn't see you ever again, fate was cruel like that, and more than anyone, he knew he couldn't bend it to his will, even if he were to break all of his fingers doing so.

He had been moved far away from Sian, all on his own. A fresh slate. And, now he had no school to preoccupy himself with, he figured that finding a job would be the best thing for him to do in order to try and get his life back on track from the disastrous place he had steered it to, he blamed himself for it all, so, he decided he must be the one to fix it.

His father had given him the money to move in, and apart from that, he had no contact with his family in the slightest, he had no family left that wanted anything to do with him, he had no support system, and with this came more reason to job hunt, with no money he wouldn't be able to feed himself, or pay the bills he had.

Since he was already skilled in photography, that was the easiest first step in his mind, he'd build up a portfolio and become a photographer for events ,such as weddings, and put his prior experience to use.

It was a somewhat warm day in spring, Yul stood outside, camera in hand, snapping pictures of the scenery around him, he was just wandering around, finding whatever he saw pretty he wore a plain outfit, all black, with a hat on so that less of his face was visible, he was aware nobody that knew him could be here, they had actual lives to attend to, but, the thought of it happening but him on edge, he was lucky to be holding his camera or he would've bitten his fingernails half to death.

" At least it's a nice day out.." he mumbled to himself, as he moved to snap a photo of a water fountain that he had found in the middle of one of the nearby parks, surrounded by the greenery it made for an aesthetic picture, just what he was looking for.

CLICK!

The shutter went off and Yul waited to check the photo on the screen...

Fuck, He'd have to retake it, he couldn't have that person standing in the frame.

He looked up, he had to see if whoever you were had moved, and, it was as if the first domino had been pushed over, you were looking away, it appeared an orange butterfly had caught your attention, so you didn't make eye contact, but Yul felt his heart speed up. The rays of sunlight painted your face, the gentle breeze made your hair flow ever so slightly..and you were just wearing the cutest outfit..he wondered what Sian would look like if she wore it.

He slapped himself in the face. He hated the way he thought, he needed to stop thinking about her, it wouldn't get him anywhere. He wanted to change, it was what she wanted. He knew Sian would never wear a skirt like that, what a dumb thought.

By the time he'd finished his self argument, she had already gotten out of the frame, and Yul hesitated before taking another picture, he wouldn't delete the first photo, something compelled him not to.

He bit his lip, harsh, almost like trying to draw blood as he went back to the first photo, infact, your presence there seemed to elevate the scene, maybe it was better with you in it... the more he looked at the photo the more he seemed to agree.

He shook that feeling off and kept walking, he had to learn to do something by himself without the thoughts of her creeping in.

By the time the sun started setting Yul had already gone home, he felt strange, unable to take anymore pictures. His mood had turned completely dejected. It hasn't been all that great after getting out of hospital, he had been miserable despite trying, and today he just started to feel worse.

He was on his computer, which sat on a little desk in the left corner of his room. And was clicking through the photos which he had taken, figuring out which one would be the best to show to professional companies, he had only found two of actual quality for that day, and he clicked right, going to the next one, the one with that girl in it.

He zoomed in, and in and in.

He just sat in his dimly light room, illuminated by a single lamp, with his eyes pressed to the computer screen. Staring at you, Unblinking.

He stared, and stared, and stared.

It didn't take him long to realise he was being creepy, this behaviour wasn't right. He needed to stop.  In the short time he was at therapy, he had been taught a few ways t stop himself when he got all worked up like this, but, it was a shame he couldn't remember a single one of them.

It had been some time since he showed proper interest in anyone, and, you were just some random girl, he wouldn't let it get any worse again, he didn't even know your name or anything, plus he didn't even know anything about you.

Despite the kind look on your face and your general demeanour, you could still be a serpent lying beneath.

Why was he even questioning any of that? He didn't even know you, why was he trying to figure out what kind of person you were? He shook his head, minimising his gallery before closing his computer completely, maybe he was just feeling vulnerable and this is why his strange feelings started to act up again..

Yul had no other explanation outside of it being that, so, he decided to try and sleep it off. He got up from his desk and draped himself over his bed, staring up at his empty walls. With no pictures spread over them, it didn't look right, he could just imagine her face staring back at him...but she wasn't there. She had abandoned him she was horrible she was

Something he no longer needed to worry about, he reminded himself. He had no right to be angry.

He just needed to search and find something to overwhelm the still lingering feelings he has,  or he needs to actually get better, one of the two, he'd settle for.

[look-at-the-soul]

That’s the way it is

Cillian Murphy x reader

Word count: 2,615

A/N’s: ah this has been in my drafts for a while so I thought of finishing it to post it and clear my WIPS 🥰✨ I hope you like it!

And last but not least, I want to share a quote I came across the other day, in the middle of rush hour, in the middle of a hurry… and it made me stop on my tracks and stare at those words for what seemed like an eternity. “If it makes you happy, it doesn’t have to make sense to other people.”

You sighed as the document showed you the saved message.

“Y/N! Are you available?” Your boss texted you just as you had finished your work.

“Yes, everything alright Kian?” You asked right away. But before you had the chance to lock your phone, she called you.

“I know you asked to take the day off tomorrow, just wanted to check if you’d be able to save us for an interview?”

“Well I took the day off to arrange everything for my moving.”

“Let’s do this, you get the day off any other day you want and you don’t even have to register it in the system, if you say yes, you’ll keep your full holiday.”

You bit your lower lip debating how to organize everything.

“I had Craig for this interview but he had something personal coming up and isn’t available.”

“Alright, I’ll do it.” You agreed

“I know you’ll do a fabulous work darling, just like you always do.”

“Stop the flattering.” You joked. “So, what time should I see you at the office?”

“Oh no, you’re going to Dun Laoghaire.”

*****

Your heart had been beating so fast since last night when you heard you’d be interviewing Cillian Murphy, an Irish native, the man of the moment as some media called him. If anyone asked in Ireland, he was considered as a national treasure.

And he was for so many reasons.

Googling his recent work last night, you realized some of the comments of how he didn’t do photos, or how a lot of people mispronounced his name, he wasn’t a follower of trends either and answering the same questions over and over again made him uncomfortable.

You thought you had prepared enough material for this project. That’s why you arrived at the place your boss instructed you earlier to set up everything. But nothing prepared you for that ocean stare when he arrived holding his dog’s leash.

“Hello I’m Cillian.” He introduced himself and greeted you with a kiss. As an assistant informed him he’d attach a microphone to his jacket, he couldn’t help but joke. “You look a bit different, Craig.”

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” Y/N smiled and then bent down. “And who’s this.”

He nodded and whistled at his dog. “This is Scout.”

Greeting his dog with your hand you chuckled and explained Craig had some personal matters to attend. “Heard you couldn’t reschedule.”

“Yeah, there’s loads of events coming up.”

“You don’t sound excited.” The wind blew his hair.

You were surprised how he didn’t ask for an stylist or someone to assist him.

He looked down. “Don’t get me wrong, I am… but I’m not at the same time, it probably doesn’t makes sense.”

“I’ve never attended any, so…”

His hands were suddenly hiding in the pockets of his jacket. “You aren’t missing a big deal.” Then he laughed nervously. “What you must be thinking, what’s he complaining about? It’s just it’s a lot to take in, someone is always telling you where to stand, where to look, what to do…”

“We’re ready.” The camera guy approached you.

“Give me a minute.” You asked, looking at him, then you turned to Cillian. “Don’t worry, it’s not my job to judge anyone. I’m just here to have a chat.” You smiled at him.

That seemed to make him feel at ease with you as he started talking about the multi awarded film. He was sharing lots of personal insights of his preparation for this role in a way that made you feel as if you were having a conversation with a friend you haven’t seen in a while. He made you forget about all the questions you had prepared.

“Would you say there’s a Cillian before and after this movie?” You asked stopping to pet his dog.

“I’d be a liar if I tell you no. Because in a way, there’s a before and after.” He paused for a second to stare at the ocean, it was a beautiful and breathtaking sunset. “But then, I feel like I’m the same you know?”

You contemplated the way the golden hour highlighted his features, his voice made you feel like you were floating.

“I don’t want this to change me, to get it in my head.”

“I don’t think this will, but you definitely are getting more attention lately. Has it been hard to deal with that part of the fame?”

He smiled and pointed towards some rocks and you followed him. “For a moment it was, I mean I had a very publicly divorce in the middle of filming.” He chuckled and you gasped, the only rule your boss requested was no personal questions.

Cillian must’ve sensed your nervousness because he touched your arm. “It’s alright, everybody knows about that.”

“We can edit and cut it from the final version.”

But he shook his head. “It’s all part of what you saw on the big screen, Oppenheimer wasn’t a saint, he had struggles, his own battles. Just like myself.” He added showing you a side that he had never shared before.

“How do you keep this out of your characters? How do you draw a line between set and real life.”

Cillian raised his eyebrows. “That’s a good question… I don’t know to be honest.” He looked down at your parted lips and lost track of his thoughts for a second. “When I hear the word action, something deep inside me steps back and the character emerges. But then when I go back home Mum just sends me over to take the trash can.” He chuckled and a few lines appeared around the corner of his eyes. “It’s hard to explain, you must think this is crazy.”

Crunching down to pick up a rock, you shook your head. “It makes more sense than you can imagine.” He gave you a surprised look. “To me, I feel that way when I’m writing an article.”

Apart from this, you had a weekly column in a well known newspaper both, printed and online that was quite popular. Lots of people reached out assuring you the column described perfectly how they felt.

“I read your article about finding different kinds of soulmates. It was so interesting.”

You blushed at the thought of him reading your article. “It sparkled a debate. I got a bunch of replies and letters with opinions divided, some people agreed and the rest accused me of confusing them.”

Your phone ringing interrupted the conversation, but taking a look at the screen, you knew you had to take it. “I’m really sorry, it’s my grandma.”

As you moved a few steps away to answer the call, Cillian stared at you in silence. For the past hour you hadn’t been bombarding him with hundreds of questions, you had been making him talk freely about what he loved the most, about something much more than just his job.

“Oh no don’t worry granny.” He heard you say softly. “Yes, it’s the interview I told you about.”

There was a huge smile on your lips and the sudden wind blew the scarf you were wearing.

“Absolutely, I’m sure the weather fairies listened to your prayers that’s why isn’t raining.” You threw a subtle glance in his direction, he was staring at you. “Oh, Cillian says hi.”

He winked, pleased with the positive answer you gave him on your grandma’s behalf.

“I gotta go soon, but I’ll see you on Sunday. Love you.”

“Weather fairies? That’s new.” He pointed out before whistling at his dog.

“She swears there’s a fairy in her house hiding her something, so she might put her to good use asking for a good weather today.”

“Which seems to be working so far.” Cillian stared at the clear sky, it was a surprise there hasn’t been any raining.

“I guess she’s right, I wouldn’t want to piss off a fairy tho.” You stated jokingly resuming the walk. “What are you looking forward now?”

“Some time off.” Cillian answered right away. “All of this attention is mortifying.” He laughed out loud, feeling at ease with you.

“Completely away?”

“Loads of reading, cooking, some walks here and there. Ya know?”

You opened your mouth, but decided to not say anything.

“What?” He asked fixing his eyes on you. “Boring right?”

“No, I was going to say it’s a bit shocking… you’re the total opposite of a big movie star mold.”

“In other words… boring, I know.” He repeated.

And now you felt mortified by insulting him. “No, no I mean…”

“Hey I’m just messing with ya.” His palm came to rest on your shoulder. “To be honest I’m also looking forward to spend some time with my people, being away during filming it’s a bit hard sometimes, I’m not always around for birthdays or important moments.”

“What is it a couple of things that can’t miss during your breaks?”

“Music and food. I love having people over all the time… I’m not the introvert everyone thinks.”

“You’re an extrovert with the right people.” You stated lifting your face towards the sun. Take it in.

Cillian’s eyes followed you. There was something magical on your face.

“Exactly.” He let out in a whisper.

“How is it to work with Christopher Nolan? Everyone says he’s hard to please.”

Cillian frowned. “He always has a very clear idea of what he wants, he’s brilliant.” He’d work with Chris every time if he could. “He just expects the same high level and commitment he provides in return.”

That made you think how unfair people made him look, it’s easier to say he’s very picky when in reality he’s just steps ahead of everyone and lazy people prefer to say he’s difficult. Your understanding seemed to calm Cillian.

“He’s just like his mind is always ten steps ahead,” he explained with a smile. “Would you like to see something unique?”

“What, are you going to FaceTime him?” Your eyes opened wide at the thought.

“No, he doesn’t have a phone.” Cillian admitted. “Come on, I want to show yo something.” He motioned the crew and you to follow him.

As you were walking, he explained why he chose that place, he wanted to settle down by the beach, it reminded him of the holiday home he used to visit as a child and not only that, he shared a lot of his personal favorites of the neighborhood, it was as if he took over the tour guide role, sharing the best places to grab some food and the local antiques store after learning it was one of favorites things to do.

“So… what are you doing for the holidays?” Cillian asked hooking the lash on Scout’s collar.

“Driving to Enniskerry to be with my family. What about you?”

“Ah that’s beautiful.” He would be almost three hours away from there. “I’ll be down to Cork. Also for the family gathering.”

“That’s amazing, I hope you get to have some good time.”

“After you.” He held the door open and gave you a welcoming smile.

This wasn’t scripted, never in your wildest dreams you’d have imagined Cillian would invite you over to his house. This was his safe place, so intimate, and being honest with yourself you don’t just invite someone you just met.

He was incredibly kind and offered everyone something to drink, he was constantly moving his hands and explaining how he got that painting or the vintage piano sitting in a corner… he seemed so down to earth, your mind was just so full of everything that was happening, trying to register every little thing.

“Here it is.” Cillian announced after excusing himself for a couple of minutes downstairs. In his hands he was carrying the Oppenheimer script. “Go ahead, you can hold it.”

Your fingers trembled at the contact.

Time froze for an instant as you took in the handwritten note from Chris to Cillian.

“You left her speechless.” The camera man pointed out with a chuckle.

And you were definitely out of words as you went through the pages.

“Wow.”

“He printed it on red paper because if someone tries to copy it won’t be clear. It’s even hard to read as it is.” Cillian explained with excitement in his voice.

“I hope you get this framed.” You stated still in shock to be able to see something like that with your own eyes.

There were plenty of notes made by Cillian in literally every empty space.

“Oh that is actually a great idea.” He leaned back on the sofa staring at you for a little longer. “I’m glad you appreciate it as much as I do.”

“Are you kidding me? I mean… is there anything better than this?” You held the script on your lap as if it was some holy grail.

“Can we get a close up?” The camera man walked around the reading room but you gave Cillian a glance, to make sure he agreed.

He nodded, showing you some of the words he added, little notes like open eyes, walk slowly.

“How do you get over this? Seriously, you deserve every single award.”

Cillian seemed to blush after your statement. He really didn’t know how to get a compliment.

“Well…”

“No,” you quickly interrupted him, “that’s the way it is.”

“Thank you, I’m still not used to the attention.” He let out a nervous laugh, processing your words, letting the compliment linger in his mind.

“Would you change something?” Y/N asked taking Cillian by surprise.

“No,” he answered right away. “I’d do it all over again.”

Y/N nodded pleased with his answer. “That’s good, because if you did something differently, you’d get a different result. And everything happened just the way it should have.”

“Y/N.” The camera man tried to get your attention, pointing at his clock.

“Oh my! This got way longer than we expected.” You remembered he had a family affair to attend. “Thank you so much for having us, and for sharing this unique moment Cillian.”

Cillian studied the crew members, trying to buy himself some time. “Thanks y’all for the incredible work you did.” The camera man was gone and now only the microphone guy was around. “So how does it work now, do you’ve everything you needed?”

“We’ll send it to the editor and wait for a proposal, I usually change a few frames after they do the edition and I’ll send my final version to Kian and I’m sure Craig will want to take a look first.”

“Grand.”

You wrapped your scarf around your neck and bit the inside of your cheek. “I can send you the preview if you want.”

“Urm guys I need to catch the bus, see ya.” Paul the one in charge of the microphones waved goodbye.

“How about a pre-preview?” Cillian asked rubbing his arm. “Would you like to go for a drink?”

He saw a chance and decided to take the risk.

“Is this still part of the interview?” You had to ask, to see where you’d stand.

“No, it definitely has another intention on my part.” He flirted openly. “And maybe we could meet sometime between Christmas and New Year’s let’s say in… Kilkenny? Right in the middle.”

“Uh direct aren’t you?”

“That’s the way it is.” Cillian admitted.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you got to enjoy this little silly idea ✨ please remember your feedback is the best gift you could leave, it keeps the inspiration rolling 🥰♥️

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[multiplicity-positivity]

Internal Meetings

This post also started out as an ask response, but it kept getting longer so we’re making it a post on it’s own! Our own system has internal meetings once every month or so. We’ll share a bit about what that entails along with answering some specific questions which were sent by the anon asker. In a Q&A format so we can be sure to answer everything!

What is an internal meeting?

An internal or in-system meeting is a gathering, conference, or conversation held by multiple members within a system. An internal meeting can have as few as two members or as many as countless, depending on the system and their own capabilities. In our collective of around 20 members, usually 8-12 show up to our meetings. It can get to be a bit crowded!

During our system meetings, we update others on how our life is going internally and externally. We ask each other how they are doing, and have others provide status reports for members who are unable or unwilling to attend. We create an updated roll call for our parts to keep track of our members. We keep each other in the loop about important events happening in and outside the system. And we try to in general just socialize with each other a little bit to help us stay connected and in tune with one another.

How can we go about establishing internal meetings?

Our meetings started off with just three members, and they grew gradually over time and as our communication skills improved. It’s okay for your system meetings to start out small! To start up a meeting, first establish when and where the meeting will be held. Pick a time that works for your system when you don’t have prior obligations and can be fairly uninterrupted. Our own system holds our meetings in the living room of our headspace, with our body physically in our bedroom in the evening when we are calm, safe, and available.

Whoever wants to hold the meeting should tell every headmate they have access to, and those headmates can in turn tell others. If you’ve established a time and place, you can do things like set a reminder on your phone, save the date on your calendar, or leave a note somewhere that’s visible which other headmates can access.

How do we get into a routine of holding internal meetings?

Our system started off haphazardly trying to hold a meeting whenever we felt we needed one… but it got hard to keep up with. We are autistic and incredibly routine-oriented, so incorporating internal meetings into our routine helped a great deal to ensure we could actually have a meeting successfully.

Our meetings now take place on the second Wednesday of every month (or every other month if we feel like we don’t need/aren’t ready to meet) at 7:00 PM. This is a time where we are usually not busy, and are able to set aside an hour or so where we will not be rushed, bothered, or distracted. We have the meeting time set in our calendar, and there are a couple members in our system who have taken the job of keeping us reminded about our meeting and gathering those who want to join when it’s time for the conference to take place.

To those hoping to start up a routine, our best advice is to pick a time that works best for everyone and start making attempts regularly. Whether it’s once a year, bimonthly, once a month, once a week, or once a day, make a habit of attempting to meet whenever your established meeting time comes around. The more often you make genuine attempts to meet, the easier it will be to hold a successful meeting in the future!

What if some headmates can’t/don’t show up?

This is likely bound to happen, especially if your system is large or has high dissociative barriers. And that’s okay! Our own system has a designated minutes taker (or record keeper) who takes notes during the meeting in our physical journal. That way, any part who was unable to attend can check out a record of what happened during the meeting as they are able.

We also have some parts who don’t front often, some of whom also struggle with things like reading and staying grounded. For these parts, our caretaker pays attention in the meeting in order to share what we’ve discussed with them at a later time. If your system has headmates who don’t front often or who may struggle to understand a notes recap, having a designated headmate who can effectively relay the meeting’s events to these system members may be incredibly helpful!

What if some headmates refuse to show up?

It is a very real possibility that some headmates may refuse to attend your system’s internal meeting. They may have certain issues which prevent them from comfortably attending. They may not get along with the rest of your system. They may be sullen or traumatized or obstinate. And while it is important to try and include these headmates in system life as much as possible, we don’t recommend forcing them to show up or scolding, punishing, or shunning them for not attending.

Rather, we’d recommend treating them as you’d treat those who genuinely can’t make it to the meeting. Keep the meeting’s minutes in a central, visible place where they can see when they next front. If someone who has been to the meeting interacts with them in the future, maybe they can share some key points or takeaways. If they are unwilling to listen, be frank with them and insist on telling them only the things which are necessary for the system to know for their own safety. In all this, remind them that they are welcome to attend any future meetings, but will never be shamed for not showing up.

How can we keep internal meetings diplomatic?

Our system has a part whose role is mediator. They act as a calming presence and help to keep the peace when things get heated. If your system has a member who has or is willing to take on this role, maybe let them try to act as a diplomat for a meeting and see how it goes.

Some things to keep in mind for the whole system during meetings:

Things may get intense. There is a difference between heated discussion and useless, spiteful arguing. The former should be welcome in system meetings while the latter should be banned.

Internal meetings are for everyone. If one headmate is facilitating the meeting, that’s fine. But if one member is monopolizing the meeting and taking up all of the time talking about what they want while ignoring the wants and needs of their headmates, that is not fine.

Fights may happen. When they do, ask the members involved to breathe and calm down before expressing themselves. Words exchanged in the heat of an angry moment often sting more than those said after a chance to reflect. Maybe invite overwhelmed or emotional headmates to use REST (<- hyperlink to our post) before speaking in order to engage more effectively.

Do not shame, judge, or make fun of any headmate for concerns or ideas that they bring to the meeting. Do your best to treat each other as dignified equals, even if what someone else says sounds goofy or ridiculous. Take each other’s thoughts seriously and treat each other with as much patience and kindness as you can.

How can we ensure every voice is heard equally?

Our system usually has a roster of members pulled up (like Simply Plural or our own list) during meetings. We take note of who is there, then try to make sure that we’ve heard from everyone who has something to say. Sometimes headmates may want to just observe, and that’s fine! No one should be forced to share if they don’t want to.

Having a designated facilitator can immensely help with making sure every headmate’s voice can be heard equally. The facilitator can chime in with “Greg, we haven’t heard from you in a while, is there anything you’d like to add?” or “Daisy, you’ve been talking the most today, why don’t we let someone else share their ideas?” It’s possible to facilitate in a calm and non-confrontational way that allows all members to be heard while simultaneously not forcing other members to feel like they’re leaving the meeting without fully expressing themselves.

Conclusion

Another long post from us… our apologies! We do hope that this post may have some useful tips for anyone out there who is hoping to start internal meetings in their own system. Please keep in mind that resulte may vary, and it may take a few tries before you’re actually able to hold a successful meeting. That’s okay though - don’t give up and keep trying regularly!

We’d love to hear from y’all! How do internal meetings work in your system? Do you employ any strategies that we haven’t listed here? If you’ve made it this far, thanks so much for reading! Have a great day, everyone!

[louisupdates]

WORLDMUSICAWARD: Happy 33rd birthday to the gorgeous, hugely talented Singer, Songwriter, Producer & Global Icon, #LouisTomlinson, who rose to fame as a member of #OneDirection, one of the best-selling Boy Bands of all time, and became a chart-topping, history-making, award-winning Superstar in his own right! 👏🎂🎉🌟🐐👑❤️

Louis has contributed more in songwriting to One Direction than any other band member, with credits on most of the tracks of 'Midnight Memories', 'Four', and 'Made in the A.M.' and on 38 songs across the band's discography, and was the main guy in shifting 1D's music towards a more mature sound...

Louis is an amazing Solo Artist and has so far released 2 studio albums, 1 live album, 11 singles, 1 promotional single and 11 MVs! Louis debuted at #1 in the UK with his 2nd studio album 'Faith In The Future' in 2022 which also reached #5 on the Billboard 200, and spawned the hit singles singles "Bigger Than Me", "Out of My System" and "Silver Tongues"! His debut studio album 'Walls' (2020) debuted at #4 in the UK & #9 on the Billboard 200, becoming the 1st new album for Arista Records in almost 9 years to hit the US top 10! Louis' debut single "Just Hold On" with #SteveAoki reached #2 in the UK, and was certified platinum! In 2017 Louis released "Just Like You", "Miss You" & "Back to You" with #BebeRexha, which was certified platinum in the US and UK! In 2019, he released "Two of Us", a Tribute to his mother, followed by the hits "Kill My Mind", "We Made It", "Don't Let It Break Your Heart" and "Walls" in January 2020!

Louis has embarked on 2 world tours! His 'Faith in the Future World tour' began in North America in May 2023. In the context of the tour, Louis performed in North America and Europe in 2023 and Asia, Australia and Latin America in 2024. In November 2023, after a sold-out concert at the O2 Arena, Louis was nominated for the Live Act Award at the Rolling Stone UK Awards. During the Latin America leg of his 2nd World tour, Louis made history, becoming the 1st male Solo Artist to headline Mexico City's Autódromo Hermanos Rodríguez! He held a charity livestream of the event titled 'For Every Question Why', donating the proceeds to War Child UK. This year, Louis toured a summer 2024 festival circuit, including the Main Square Festival, Pinkpop, Ruisrock, Santander Music, Untold Festival, Sziget Festival, Frequency Festival, Victorious Festival, and Lollapalooza Berlin!

Louis has received numerous accolades including an MTV Europe Award for Best UK Act (2017), an iHeartRadio Music Award for Best Solo Breakout (2028), 3 Teen choice Awards for Choice Music Collaboration for "Just Hold On" (2017), Choice Male Artist (2018) & Choice single Male Artist (2020), a TDY award for Album of the Year (2020) for 'Walls' and most recently a Northern Music Award (2024) for Artist of the Year!

Louis is also a successful Producer and in 2015, he created his own record label, Triple Strings Ltd. In 2021, Louis founded and curated the indie music festival 'Away From Home' and in 2023, he officially launched his 28 streetwear-inspired unisex clothing line!

Louis is an active philanthropist and personally donated £2 million to Believe in Magic, which supports terminally ill children! He's also a Patron of the Bluebell Wood Children's Hospice. In April 2016, he joined the Soccer Aid 2016 star line-up, a biennial fundraiser for UNICEF. Louis actively supported the Black Lives Matter movement in May and June 2020, and attended the George Floyd protests in London.

[annaandmiah]

MY PLAN

so this year ive been binging SO MUCH and have gained so much weight and im so fat now. I litterly went from 45kg -> 65kg im such a pig.

🕯️i will get back on track🕯️

to do this I am creating a point system. i have a few big events coming up and if i want to go to these i must have a certain amount of points. for every rule i break i lose points, the worse the rule break, the more points i lose. if the event comes and i don't have enough points then i cant go.

next to each rule i will write how many points are deducted if the rule is broken in red

HERE ARE THE RULES:

1. no more than 1200 cals per day (-20)

2. 5000+ steps everyday (-15)

3. 70grams of protein everyday (-10)

4. none of these foods: (-10)

chocolate

non-diet ice cream

biscuits (tv snacks, tini teddies etc)

chips

fatty foods (butter, oil)

any spreads (apart from low-cal ones)

no liquid calories

5. at least 2L of water (-10)

6. NO BINGING (-50)

get more points by doing these things:

under 1000 cals (+10)

10,000 steps (+10)

100 grams of protein (+10)

water fast (+30)

under 800 cals (+15)

under 500 cals (+20)

lose 1kg (+15)

I will start with 100 points. If i break rules, the points go down and if I do good things I can gain more points. If my points go above 100, I can get rewards

events and how many points I need to attend:

Olivia rodrigo concert 200 points

Laufey concert 150 points

billie eilish concert 300 points

rewards:

150 points: get eyelashes done

200 points: go and buy something i want for $100

if anyone has ideas for rewards please tell me cause im stuck 😭

CURRENT AMOUNT OF POINTS : 65

-15 (not enough protien 26/7)

+10 (10,000 steps 28/7)

+10 (100+ grams protein 29/7)

-50 (binge 29/7)

+15 (under 800 cals 30/7)

+15 (lose 1kg 30/7)

-20 (over 1200 1/8)

[fielddrive]

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[cazzyf1]

Some James Hunt lore ✨️

Because man needs to be appreciated

Warning, potential nsfw and other triggering topics under the cut

James Hunt brought a v*brator to a Mclaren mechanic asking if he could fix it.

James Hunt supporting black-led groups in South Africa when trying to gain their independence. He didn't want to commentate the South African GP because of what was happening but the BBC forced him to. So he purposely revealed during the race that him and Murry Walker were not actually in South Africa commentating (which was not known to the public at the time). He also donated all the money he got from commentating the South African GP to charities to support the apartheid's even though at the time he was struggling for money

James Hunt learnt to play the trumpet at school and was rather good at it. He got to play at the Royal Albert Hall and everyone was suprised when he played well and got invited back to perform at another show.

At school he made his younger brother a pair of pj trousers and his brother proudly wore them around. James loved his younger siblings dearly.

James studied the female anatomy to understand and help his girlfriend at the time who kept having miscarriages.

Niki had to convince German guards not to arrest James when he tried breaking back into the track after a night out.

James having to convince airport customs to let him bring a playboy magazine through because it had an interview piece with him in.

James would throw up before races and Niki sometimes would piss beside him.

After retiring from F1 James brought a farm however he couldn't kill any of the animals so it fell through. His son, Freddie, now owns a sustainable farm in Scotland.

James loved the game backgammon and made everyone play it with him.

James sent Niki a telegram after his crash trying to motivate him to get better. Niki called James up on his birthday from hospital and they chatted for hours.

James owned a nightclub called 'Oscars' named after his dog.

James Hunt slept with a journalist then got upset when she rated him in a newspaper article.

James seized the PA system from a flight attendant and gave his own version of the welcoming address as they landed. Later on he appeared sitting on luggage riding the carousel.

One day during practise James felt tired and halfway through he pulled the car over and fell asleep. Niki who was sitting out watching James practise panicked when James didn't return and jumped on an ambulance that rushed around to find James, only to find him asleep in his car.

James went to therapy and concluded that he struggled with emotional intimacy with women likely down to the lack of emotional availability in his childhood.

Once, while being interviewed, James pointed to his hotel room and him and the interviewer watched as a woman broke into his hotel room.

James was happy when Suzy left him for Richard Burton as he felt responsible for her even though their relationship had fallen apart.

James was given a toy monkey after winning the championship and carried it everywhere.

He would refuse to wear suits to formal events, preferring to wear jeans and no shoes.

In his early days he tried to enter a mini car he had made with missing doors and a garden chair in the passenger seat.

Once James was stuck in the back of a car in traffic and he needed to go to the toilet. His then girlfriend suggested he piss out the window as the car tried to rush past all the traffic but as it was so cold his c*ck wouldn't work so he was just accidentally flashing everyone as the car rushed by.

After winning the world championship, Britian hosted a 'James Hunt' day. Niki went along to wave a flag for one of the races.

One of the first times James Hunt and Murry Walker worked together, James leg was in a cast, and he sat down and put his leg on Murray's lap which really annoyed Murray. He also drank two bottles of rose wine during that commentary session.

James was utterly dedicated to his dog Oscar to the point that they were inseparable.

James said that what brought him pleasure in the bedroom is the woman feeling pleasure and that he liked a woman who knew what she wanted and told him

He became very depressed and would call the bad days his 'dippers'

He struggled with a lot of addictions but got sober for his sons

[milkywayes]

As someone who greatly enjoys your turian HCs and given your recent art, I must ask: How do you think Garrus feels about dressing up? Does Shep enjoy seeing him all gussied up? Was he that teen with the turian equivalent of logo tees and beanies? Did his parents dress up for Hierarchy events given Castis’ tier?

ooooh hell yeah thanks for the questions, i love this. gonna be a long one

my thoughts/HCs are as thus:

generally speaking, at least for heterosexual relationships turian women are the ones to approach a potential partner and the males will attempt attracting them by looking good / having a good reputation and accomplishments. long fringes are supposed to impress, hence why only the men evolved them, but it would make sense to me that they’d try to dress up even more to better their chances. picture men in a turian bar posing and wearing their finest outfits to stand out. hell, even turian armor is kind of fancy compared to what other species don. their civvies are very elaborate. it tracks.

but then there’s garrus, who… is just not very interested in all that. i like imagining that the ‘bad turian’ thing goes beyond not being an obedient soldier. so he does not enjoy dressing up. he’s never actively tried attracting a partner like that, and he got shepard without trying, even if he’s still not sure how he pulled that off. to say he’s out of his depth and feeling awkward is an understatement. he got the high rank in the hierarchy in the least straight-forward way imaginable, probably without precedent. he stumbled his way sideways into this gig by uhhh being himself, which is an uncompromising maverick idealist, and by trying to do right by shepard and their mission. not by acting how other turians expected him to.

shepard enjoys it, which is probably the only redeeming factor to garrus. a good chunk of that enjoyment is mirth because she loves when garrus is feeling awkward. it’s a big contrast to his usual confidence and swagger, which she also loves, but rarity’s a factor and she’s gonna take any entertainment she can get from attending these shit functions. (she’s going in utilitarian dress blues, suit and pants combo herself. no jewelry. you can’t make her. lmfao.) that said, he also looks hot in that getup. no complaints from her. or anyone else in attendance. she could point this out to garrus but he wouldn’t believe her. he can be an arrogant bastard, even after getting the scars, but he’s already feeling insecure about his place in the hierarchy and at the event, so there’s none of that right now. at least not for the first half hour. he catches her ogling him a couple times and that does end up boosting his confidence.

as a teen i think he just wore uniforms. i can’t imagine that turian schools don’t have uniforms. i don’t think he’d have had the interest to modify them, he’d have put that energy elsewhere (weapons mods. lol), so you wouldn’t have been able to tell just from looking at him that he’s a bit of a weirdo. but you’d notice fast enough upon meeting him. maladjusted child/teen garrus is important to me. he was lucky he was cute and got good grades.

as for his parents… castis wouldn’t be on palaven often enough to attend lots of hierarchy functions, and while i think mama vakarian had a very respectable tier for her age, only the real high ups who had to impress and be seen by the public really attend galas and such. the couple they did go to, they’d have dressed up, but maybe not as much as i dressed garrus up in that drawing - castis was no advisor to the primarch, and my headcanon for him says he prefers things to be utilitarian. a ‘let my work speak for itself’ kind of guy. he’ll do all that is required, and he’ll be meticulous about it, but he has no love for extravagance.

the funny thing is, castis and garrus are very alike in some ways but then their respective belief systems diverge so heavily that the things they have in common end up working against each other / their relationship lol. they both live for their ideals, they’re stubborn as all get out, they don’t do things just to appease other people.

garrus has more of a swagger though. and he’ll be extravagant - but mostly when showing off his sniping skills. put dangly, sparkly chains on him and he’ll act like a hapless cat that just had something put on their body against their will.

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Darci

In the past, the Darci Doll was a hugely popular toy. Future fashion designer Lana Lang was an enormous fan of the Darci Doll, collecting all of the doll’s various couture outfits and accessories.  The great fun Lana had with this doll contributed to her future career as a fashion designer.  

Years later, the villainous Toyman wanted a companion and created a sophisticated android in the exact image of the Darci Doll. Entirely life-like, the android was endowed with an artificial intelligence that ultimately gained sentience.  This Darci became bored with the Toyman and she fled.  Now calling herself Darcy Madison, she went on to become a fashion model where her perfect features made her a huge star.  Now a celebrated designer, Lana Lang was struck by Darcy and how she so reminded her of her beloved doll.  Lana asked Darcy to work with her; the model accepted and was soon the face of Lang’s hotly anticipated Fall line.

Feeling betrayed, the Toyman sent his mechanical minions to abduct Darci and bring her back to him.  His toy robots attacked during a fashion show, an event Clark Kent was attending so to support his friend, Lana.  Quickly changing into Superman, the hero fended off the toys and saved Darci.  

Tired of having to hide from Toyman, Darci decided to seek out her creator and kill him so she could be free.  Yet Toyman had built a contingency failsafe into Darci making it so her systems would shut down were she to try to harm him.  Captured, Darci was placed in a life-sized ‘Darci Doll’ box and displayed among the rest of Toyman’s collection.  

Superman, meanwhile, tracked down the Toyman’s layer.  In the following battle, both Toyman and Darci appeared to perish.  

Having survived, Darci fled to Dakota City where she tried to make a new life for herself as a teacher at the prestigious Vanmoor Institute.  There Darci took on the alias of Ms. Moore and became close with her prized pupil, young Daisy Watkins.  

Once again The Toyman managed to track Darci down.  What Darci truly wanted to be more human and to have a new life free from her past.  Toyman agreed to help her; he abducted Daisy Watkins and created a synthetic version of her that Darci’s consciousness could be transformed into.  Of course the real Daisy would have to be killed so Darci could completely take her place and Darci coldly agreed to this condition.  

Fortunately, Superman had been tracking the Toyman.  He and Static teamed up to bring down the villain and save Daisy Watkins.  During the ensuing battle, Darci tried to kill Toyman.  It triggered her failsafe and she self-destructed.  A heart broken Toyman gave up, his precious toy now gone forever.  

Actresses Nancy Travis and Nicollette Sheridan each provided the voice for Darci with the tragic android first appearing in the fourth episode of the third season of Superman: The Animated Series, ‘Obsession.’ 

[bekolxeram]

The accidental genius of the S8 plane disaster design

Over all, I'm really happy with how 9-1-1 took inspiration from Airport 1975, but instead of closely recreating the original, extremely dated plot, they modernized and improved it. I understand why those of you who watch the show for the main characters might feel let down by their lack of screen time, but just looking at the story itself, I really love how they turned a campy 70s disaster movie about eccentric passengers, damsels in distress and brave capable man swooping in to save the day (so cool that his ex girlfriend undumped him), into a heartwarming tale about strangers putting their differences aside to help each other avoid certain death.

Sure, the writers have taken some artistic license for the sake of storytelling, but in terms of accuracy, it's actually miles better than a lot of Hollywood blockbusters. I've noticed a few details that accidentally made the plot more believable.

The rudder

I referenced the American Airlines Flight 587 crash when I saw half of the rudder got knocked off. AA587 crashed because the pilots overused and overstressed the rudder when the plane encountered wake turbulence, resulting in the whole vertical stabilizer being ripped clean off, rendering the aircraft uncontrollable.

What you may not know, is that if the rudder falls off, but the rest of the vertical stabilizer is more or less intact, you can absolutely still fly the plane. Air Transat Flight 961 did it. Yeah, it'll be harder to control, and the plane will be pretty unstable, but it'll stay airborne, no problem.

The radio

I've said before, learning to use the radio communication system was crucial for Nancy in the 70s, but now every has at least one smartphone. As long as you have wifi/cell service, you don't need radio.

I'm still not convinced the radio was totally busted, the panel and the nose of the plane seemed fine. It's possible that Athena just didn't know you have to press a button to talk to ATC through radio. It's not a problem though, they had phones.

That coincidentally explains why no one knew who landed the plane at the end of the episode. Major hubs like LAX have their radio frequency constantly monitored and live streamed by enthusiasts. That's why you can watch how particular aviation incidents unfolded on Youtube with satellite tracking, radar view and full ATC communication recording with in a day or two.

Since the communication happened over cell phones in this case, no one else has live access to the conversation, hence maintaining the suspense on the ground, keeping Athena and Jem incognito.

The evacuation

The biggest problem I have with 8x03 is the lack of "brace!" instruction and evacuation order by the cabin crew. To be fair, the chief flight attendant (Renée) had blood dripping down her forehead, she probably had a concussion, so I'll cut her some slack. In a real emergency though, all flight attendants are trained to yell "brace! brace! brace!" and "heads down! stay down!" throughout an emergency landing.

Once an evacuation order is given, either by the flight crew or by the cabin crew, the cabin has to be vacated within 90 seconds. Leave your belongings behind, the airline will pay you back, just head to the nearest exit and jump down the slide. Otherwise, you'll end up like this:

This counts as accidental PSA, I guees.

The cockpit door

I'm super impressed by this, but I don't think they did it intentionally.

Post 9/11 airliners all have bullet proof armored cockpit doors that stay locked mid-flight. The only occasion where a cockpit door would unlock by itself, is when there's a rapid decompression event in the cabin, behind the cockpit. Like in the Alaska Airlines door plug blowout incident, the cockpit door suddenly flew open and slammed into the bathroom door in order to balance out the difference in pressure between the cabin and the flight deck.

If the decompression originates from the cockpit, decompression panels on the cockpit door will be blown away instead, and the door remains locked.

In Athena's case, the Beechcraft did initially collided with the cockpit, making a small hole in the windshield and a bigger one on top that sucked Captain Dominguez out, but it was soon plugged up by a jump seat, so the cockpit pressure slowly seeped out instead of being blown out.

Since there was a bigger hole at the back of the plane, it made sense that the pressure was higher in the cockpit, so the cockpit door unlocked on its own and slammed open outward.

I was inspired to make this post by the recent Boeing 787 airworthiness directive. It's all about the pilot seats.

The Boeing 787 Dreamliner is a state of the art engineering marvel, designed to maximize fuel efficiency and comfort, for both passengers and flight crew. At least that was what Boeing told themselves. While the 787 is a fascinating airframe, it has been marred by countless issues ever since its introduction, including a fleet-wide grounding the second year it entered service, due to its lithium batteries catching fire out of nowhere.

A LATAM 787 suffered an inflight upset event (it dove suddenly, throwing many passengers into the celling) earlier this year, because the cover for a switch responsible for moving the pilot seat back and forth was damaged, and a flight attendant accidentally nudged the button, pushing the pilot's crossed legs into the control column, hence pushing the plane's nose downward.

But this time, the issue is with the reline mechanism of the pilot seat. Yes, modern airliners are so automated that at cruise, they only require one pilot to monitor the systems, the other one can take a nap, oops sorry, "controlled rest". Basically the pilots can take turns having some shut eye, 40 minutes at a time, to avoid sleep inertia, while the plane is flying on autopilot. The 787 has pilot seats that can recline just like the passenger seats, so that the flight crew can take full advantage of their rest.

The latest airworthiness directive suggests that the pilot seat in full recline position may put the head of the pilot in the trajectory of the decompression panel, in the case of rapid decompression. Namely, if the windshields are broken or there's some kind of damage to the cockpit, and one of the pilots is taking a controlled rest, the decompression panel might strike the pilot's head and cause life threatening injury.

Boeing thinks it's not a big deal, this scenario is too rare. But many airlines like Air France-KLM, have implemented measures to limit recline in pilot seats. And now they're complaining about the possible effect on pilot fatigue.

I know some of you think I'm a nitpicker, but I want to think I'm just thorough, at least in terms of aviation. As you can see, simply the way a pilot seat moves can deeply affect aviation safety.