#everyone had to convince both of them to come

[dreamingatnights]

Absolutely amazing analysis and i believe everything you said is absolutely right. The self hatred couldn't be more in your face here and yet you can see how desperate Bill tries to deny it.

A person's refusal for self growth can turn people into true villainy.

With that said I'd like to add as well it might be possible stanley could also represent all the others of bill's species who outcast him, rejected him, humiliated him and didn't see the third dimension like he did.

Stanley is the "less talented gifted" of the brothers, the more "dumb brute" who isn't exceptional like Bill himself or stanford are, hes the boring normal citizen who can't see beyond, the same who once rejected Bill in his original world. Now this is just from Bill's pov ofc, and i think it wouldn't be too far of a stretch for him to see everyone who aren't outcasts as unworthy (a way of coping against his own rejection and feelings of unworthiness and shame), and Stanley in particular, one of those who were not supposed to be of brilliant minds, was the one who managed to beat him. There cant be any bigger insult to Bill than seeing one like his old bullies (and by extent someone like stanley) beat him and not only that but succeed and be loved by everyone else. Im sure that would hit right in Bill's insecurities, where he had lied to himself in a desperate attempt to console his own rejection, where he had convinced himself bullies and idiots and normal people "like stanley", these same people who never understood him, who hurt him and rejected him, to be right. If his old bullies were right, this means "Bill cipher is forever doomed to remain alone" and is probably one of his deepest insecurities, even though he lies to himself about it. And throughout the show, we are constantly faced with this duality, between people who are different but gifted in unique ways, feeling left out, but completing themselves with someone else who accepts them for who they are and on the surface might seem like your everyday man but are actually just as unique. Bill never had that other person to complete him. Or if he did, he refused to self grow and introspect, like we see both Stanford and Dipper do when confronted against their siblings.

Stanley succeeding and beating Bill, is a direct stab to Bill's old rejection from his peers, basically forcing him to acknowledge that all his lies are well... Lies. And he cant acknowledge that.

I think as a result Bill copes by throwing all of his self hatred against Stanley. The fact that stanley always was a disappointment compared to his brother in his family might have made Bill mix his own feelings into projecting into Stanley as well. Its all very complex i think and pretty mixed up in his head lol. I believe the quote "even his lies are lies" comes from the fact that Bill constantly lies and manipulates others, but also lies to himself all the time, and thus the lies he tells others are built upon lies he tells himself.

Bill Cipher Vs. Self-Hatred

Howdy y'all! Today I just wanted to go over some thoughts I had over everybody's favorite triangle that may or may not have occurred to some of you already. Naturally this will contain Book of Bill Spoilers.

To start off our little essay I thought it would be important to first sum up my thoughts on one of Bill's more complicated relationships: Stanford

Now we've all seen his dynamic with Stanford plenty of times in the show but with recent information coming from both the Book of Bill and thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com more light has been shed on the subject from both Bill's perspective and Ford's.

There's more than meets the eye when it comes to dissecting Bill's interactions and thoughts on Stanford, with the ever enlightening "EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES" making theorists scratch their heads. Within the Book of Bill are these codes and their meanings: hbh grfwru ri d gliihuhqw nlqg/ zkr zdqw wr pdnh klv sdwlhqw eolqg

eye doctor of a different kind/ who wants to make his patient blind

Qeb alzqlo pxvp/ qeobb pfmp x axv/ tfii jxhb qeb sfpflkp/ dl xtxv

The doctor says/ three sips a day/ will make the visions/ go away

Ixvvb hdwhu/ edeb eloob/ zrxogq'w gulqn/ xqohvv lwv vloob

Fussy eater/ baby billy/ wouldn't drink/ unless its silly

As well as:

Finding out that both Stanford and Bill have a genetic mutation that made them Black Sheep suggests the possibility that Bill saw a kinship within Stanford. After all, he did make the offer for Stanford to join him. No doubt being able to sympathize with Stanford's situation yet misreading his motivations, causing the rift in their once savable relationship once Bill's lies were uncovered.

Now I'll admit it was others who came up with this theory in particular, especially when drawing comparisons of how Stanford was treated and how Bill allegedly was for having a strange eye. Stanford, in some form of other, might represent how Bill was before he saw the destruction of his world by his hands. A mere outcast looking for his place in the world. To be believed rather than ridiculed or "fixed".

Self-Hatred

And now we get to the Bill we all know today:

The chaos loving and nightmare inducing three-sided maniac, who may be hiding more insecurities than he ever let on in the show, thanks to the Theraprism.

Someone far more traumatized

Who's had to convince himself to fully be the bastard he is today

But if the theory that Bill had a type of kinship with Stanford thanks to their mutations was true, then wouldn't it be possible that his relationship with someone else might represent the inner struggle with himself?

For you see, the original title of this post was...

Bill Cipher Vs. Stanley Pines

As my own theory is that Stanley Pines is what Bill decided to project his self-hatred on. Nobody can doubt that the two have similar qualities, yet as I read the Book of Bill and thisisnotawebsitedotcom I couldn't help but notice the absolute malice that Bill has for Stanley whenever he's mentioned.

There have been many opponents before that have strived to take Bill down. Whether that was the Shaman, the Anti-Cipher Society, or Time Baby, none of his interactions with them have appeared as vitriol as compared to Stanley.

Not even Stanford has this same reaction, who, by really no contest, was the closest to ever defeating Cipher by himself. Both with the gun that he near successfully killed Bill with and the secret of the barrier of Gravity Falls he refused to give up. Bill didn't even have a real interaction with Stanley until the last episode.

Yet it isn't Stanford that causes Bill to break while he's in the Theraprism. It's Stanley.

"-A resume-inflating, cheap trick loving, past-denying overgrown child protected from failure only by a force field of DENIAL AND shamelessness!"

"Self-pitying"

"Stupid"

"Smug"

"Hack Jokes"

"UNWORTHY"

Now it could be just me, but those are a lot of specific insults to fling somebody's way that you've barely interacted with. Especially if Bill credits the Twin Swap to Stanford entirely as opposed to allowing Stanley the credit.

"STEP RIGHT UP, it's time to play my FAVORITE GAME!! BOOTLEG SIXER over HERE spent a LIFETIME trying to hide his humiliations, BUT I'VE BEEN INSIDE HIS MIND, so NOW they’re ALL YOURS for the low low price of BEING MY NEW PAL! ITS SHOWTIME FOLKS, AND THE ONLY WAY TO LOSE IS TO BE NAMED STANLEY PINES!"

“SHAME:TM - IT'S THE ONE FRIEND WHO NEVER LEAVES!”

This out-of-character hatred doesn't come from the fact that Bill thought Stanley wasn't worthy, it comes from the fact that Bill sees himself in Stan. Who by all means is a lying and conniving screw up. Somebody who let his family down.

This could possibly be proven by the poem Bill had wrote about Stanley:

The whole poem suits my point but I decided to highlight the sections that caught my eye specifically. That when you put into consideration Bill's clear trauma and regret about the Euclidian Massacre, his own words can clearly be flipped back on him.

That he sees himself as a curse and a mistake. A self-made monster. Someone who's left the past behind when the loss of his home is still on his mind.

And what truly gets under Bill's skin about Stanley Pines?

"He got his life and family back.

His big break, it finally came,

Redemption from a life of shame"

Stanley got back what Bill can't.

[lara-cairncross]

my personal sonadow headcanons in no particular order bc im procrastinating on writing a research paper right now and its either do this or throw myself off the roof:

Shadow is a few inches shorter than Sonic, but ONLY if he takes his shoes off. cue many years' worth of shenanigans with Shadow doing everything in his power to avoid going barefoot in Sonic's presence because he knows if Sonic finds out he'll never hear the end of it (hes right)

T4T SONADOW

Sonic was able to get top surgery, but Shadow's body healed itself too quickly for it to work on him. flash forward to when he gets his Black Doom abilities and one of his first orders of business is to fuck around with them until he's able to give HIMSELF top surgery

Sonic hates coffee beans (too bitter) and Shadow hates chili dogs (too heavy/savory). they've broken up over this enough times for Rouge to lose count

Sonic is so good at flirting with everyone EXCEPT SHADOW. HE GETS TOO FLUSTERED. HE TRIES SO HARD AND IT NEVER WORKS BUT SHADOW IS TOO DOWN BAD TO CARE

Shadow grew up on a space station, with no biological reason to eat, and no access to fresh food or a kitchen. Sonic literally raised both himself AND TAILS. Shadow is NOT the cook between the two of them please everyone keeps saying otherwise and i dont understand it you cant convince me shadow knows how to boil a pot of water PLEASE SOMEBODY AGREE WITH ME

Sonic ages. Shadow doesn't. 50 years down the line somebody asks Sonic if Shadow is his son. Shadow immediately gets payback for 50 years of short jokes.

they are both so smart and so capable and so dangerous by themselves but if you put them in the same room in any context outside of a life-or-death situation they become the two dumbest motherfuckers you've ever had the displeasure of engaging in polite conversation with

shadow bottoms what who said that

okay this one might be silly but I feel like they would both be good at chess??? like Sonic is surprisingly well-read and more observant than people give him credit for, and Shadow probably had a lot of strategy training from GUN + played games with Maria on the ARK. idk i just feel like it would be a fun way for them to challenge each other outside of just racing/combat yknow

they both wear jewelry with each others' colors :] i usually make it earrings but i think Sonic having bracelets to mirror Shadow's rings would be really cute too

autistic Shadow and ADHD Sonic yes please yes yes yes

Sonic is the most verbally affectionate and Shadow is the most physically affectionate IM RIGHT YOU CANT ARGUE WITH ME ON THIS ONE IM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN GOODBYE

they like to beat each other up a little toooooo much and its kinda toxic maybe but also theyre both having fun so like. maybe its just a love language 🫶🫶

Tails is so, SO disappointed with Sonic for his choice in men. like he actively considers holding an intervention when he finds out that Shadow and Sonic started dating

theyre both somewhere on the aromantic and asexual spectrums because uhhhhhh so am i and i can project if i want to

Sonic is a chronic yapper and Shadow is a listener BUT. HEAR ME OUT. IT STARTS TO SWAP AS THEY GET MORE COMFORTABLE WITH EACH OTHER. shadow comes out of his shell and feels more at ease talking, and sonic appreciates having someone who doesnt expect him to be at full energy/optimism 24/7 and lets him be silent when he needs to be

[frostgnawdraws]

failure and futility

for day 2 of campfire fest! prompt: third eye (and i guess could also count for explosion, or a lack thereof lol) @outerwilds-events

[nahoney22]

Liar Liar (Part 3/?)

🫧Part Three - Sniffed Out // <<< Part Two

🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox x Female Reader

🫧 word count: 2.4k

🫧 Chapter Summary: When the opportunity arises for you to see Whisky again, you take it with both hands. But as suspicion grows amongst the Corrie Guard, Hound wants to sniff out the truth.

🫧 Warnings: Safe for work, more lying, slight angst, sad and guilty Fox.

“I need you to take this to the hangar and give it to the officer in charge when you get the chance.”

You barely heard the rest of Thorn’s sentence before your brain jumped at the opportunity laid out before you like a gift from the Maker themselves.

“I’ll do it!” you blurted out, practically leaping to your feet.

Every trooper in the room turned to stare at you. Stone and Thorn exchanged a glance, while Hound raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. From his desk, Fox, who had been focused on his holoreports, was now staring directly at you, visor unmoving.

“…Aren’t you busy here?” Thorn asked after a beat, skepticism lacing his tone.

“She can do it,” Stone cut in, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ll hold down the fort.”

“No, you won’t,” Fox said flatly.

Stone, still lounging like he owned the place, rolled his eyes and mouthed the words back in an exaggerated imitation. You bit your cheek to keep from laughing.

Thorn hesitated before ultimately shrugging and handing you the file. “Alright, knock yourself out. Just don’t disappear on us.”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Commander.”

As you leave, rather eagerly and with a bounce in your step, it isn’t long after until Fox stands up and is ready to leave too.

“And where exactly are you going?” Thorn asked, arms crossing as Fox passed him.

“I’m heading to the Senate,” Fox replied smoothly.

Thorn tilted his helmet at him, unimpressed. “You haven’t received a transmission to go.”

Fox hesitated—just for a fraction of a second—before replying, “I was asked to attend yesterday by the Chancellor himself, if you must know.”

Thorn still didn’t look convinced. ��Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Be my guest.” With a dramatic flourish, he gestured toward the door. “Please. Don’t let me stop you.”

Fox grumbled something under his breath before striding out, the door hissing shut behind him.

The second he was gone, Thorn turned back to the group. “Okay, what the kriff was that?”

“Not a clue,” Stone said, propping his boots up on the nearest control panel. “Though, I did hear something interesting.”

Thorn raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Stone’s smirk deepened. “Apparently, Fox apologised to her last night.”

That got everyone’s attention.

“Fox? Apologised? ” Thire repeated, skeptical.

“That’s what I heard,” Stone said with a shrug. “One of the boys saw them talking— laughing , even.” He pointed at Thorn. “And when’s the last time you saw Fox laugh?”

Thorn hummed in thought, but before he could answer, Hound, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up.

“I think they’re seeing each other.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

Stone burst out laughing. “Oh yeah? Does she know that? ”

Thire snorted, shaking his head. “Come on, Hound, you really think Fox of all people is sneaking around with someone?”

Hound crossed his arms. “I’m just saying—she was acting giddy all morning, went out of her way to keep his caf warm, and now she’s jumping at the chance to head to the hangar the second an opportunity presents itself.”

“She’d do that for any of us,” Thorn pointed out. “She’s always been that way.”

“Alright, maybe,” Hound admitted. “But isn’t it weird how she leaves, and then he just happens to leave right after?”

“Maybe he actually was called to the Senate,” Thire offered.

Hound shook his head. “Fox never leaves without a direct transmission. And he sure as hell doesn’t look that flustered unless something’s up.”

Stone, still grinning, gave a lazy shrug. “Or maybe he’s just finally losing it. Wouldn’t be surprising.”

“Wouldn’t be surprising if you lost it,” Hound shot back, pointing at him. “Still waiting on Fox to apologise for blaming Grizzer when you were the one who stole from the ration box.”

Stone gasped, feigning offense. “I would never —”

Thorn sighed, rubbing his temples. “Alright, enough. Can we please get back to work?”

Hound stood, stretching out his arms before securing his helmet. “Not me. I’m taking Grizzer for a walk.”

Thorn barely had time to argue before Hound was already heading for the door, leaving only Stone and Thire behind.

Thorn looked between them, unimpressed. “Can I expect either of you to actually do something useful?”

Stone just grinned. “Define useful .”

⋅───⊱༺  🦊 ༻⊰───⋅

You dropped off the document for Thorn and lingered around, your eyes scanning the corridors and stations absentmindedly. You’d expected to run into Whisky by now—at least, that’s what you told yourself. But after a few minutes, you started to wonder if perhaps he was stationed somewhere else today.

Just as you turned toward to leave, a voice called out your name.

You whipped around, and there he was. Whisky.

He jogged toward you, a mechanic helmet perched on top of his head, adorned in a set of mechanic gear. His breathing was heavy, as if he had just sprinted across the entire base. You couldn’t help but smile as your heart fluttered in your chest.

He was a little out of breath as he came to a stop in front of you, still catching his breath.

"Hi," you say almost breathlessly, suddenly reminded of just how handsome he looks up close. You take a quick breath to steady yourself. "You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon."

Whisky chuckles, catching his breath. "Yeah, something like that. Just had to get away from some...work. Nothing major." He waves it off with a casual shrug.

"So, you alright?" He asks, his eyes flickering over you before quickly darting around, as though he’s checking for someone.

You notice his unease and a wave of guilt washes over you. "Sorry, I... I can leave if you're busy," you offer, feeling like you might have interrupted something or perhaps read the other night's conversation wrong.

Whisky’s eyes widen for a moment as he realises how his actions might've appeared. "What? No! Sorry, I just don’t want my boss to catch me slacking off." He looks around quickly, spotting an empty room nearby. "Come with me."

A jitter of excitement stirs in you as he takes your hand, the warmth of his fingers sending a shiver up your spine. He pulls you into the room, and the door hisses shut behind you both. Whisky relaxes visibly once inside, letting out a breath as he flashes you a wide grin. "There, that's better."

"I was running an errand for Commander Thorn," you begin, trying to sound casual. "Dropped off a file and figured I'd see if I could run into you—guess I got lucky." You leave out the part where you were hoping to see him, though your smile betrays you.

Whisky grins, his eyes softening as they settle on you. "Well, I’m glad you did," he says, his voice low. "Because, honestly... I was hoping to see you again."

You blink in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. "You were?"

"Yeah," he chuckles, stepping a little closer. "You left quite the impression on me."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. The moment feels charged, and you notice him reaching out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. The touch is soft, intimate. His fingers linger a little longer than necessary but you really didn’t mind.

"So, what's been going on with you?" he asks after a moment, his voice quieter now, almost as if he’s asking something more personal.

You pause, wondering how much to share, but decide to be honest. "Funny thing... Fox, uh, Commander Fox, actually apologised to me today." You chew on your bottom lip, the memory of the interaction still fresh. "He was acting so strange, though... you didn’t have anything to do with that, did you?"

Whisky smirks, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "What makes you think I did?"

“Just because I told you he was quite a hard arse on me and then the next day he was all apologetic.” You explain. “But I don’t know, just a coincidence, no?”

He looks away for a moment as if considering it. "Well, maybe he's just starting to realise how important you are."

You hum in contemplation, considering his words but not fully convinced. "I don’t know about that, but... it was nice of him, I guess."

Whisky steps a little closer, his voice turning more playful. "Well, maybe he's just waking up to the fact that he’s lucky to have someone like you around." He pauses, a teasing lilt to his voice. "But enough about Fox. We were talking about you and what we should do.”

Your heart flutters again at his words, and you can’t help but chuckle. "Oh, really? And what exactly were you planning to do with me?"

A mischievous gleam appears in his eyes. "How about a walk? I know this really nice spot, and I think you'd like it."

You raise an eyebrow, teasing him right back. "A nice spot? Is that so?"

"Yeah," Whisky says with a sly grin, "It’s quiet, beautiful... just the right place for a little... conversation."

The flirtation in the air is undeniable and you could feel yourself getting hotter by the second. "Well, that sounds interesting. When are you free?"

"Two days from now.”

“That’s convenient because I am too! Unless a certain Commander needs me to hold down the fort.” You roll your eyes but excitement builds in you. Was this a date?

Before you can respond, your comm link buzzes in your pocket. You sigh, pulling it out. "Looks like I’m needed back at my station."

"Guess I’ll let you go then." He steps back, giving you space as you turn to leave. "I’ll be looking forward to that walk."

You flash him one last smile as you make your way to the door. "Me too." The door hisses open, and you glance back one last time, catching him watching you with that same warm smile.

Fox lets out a sigh of relief as the door hisses shut behind you, the tension easing from his shoulders. But the relief is short-lived as a smile tugs at his lips, the memory of your laughter and the way your eyes lit up lingering in his mind. He’d just managed to secure more time alone with you, and the anticipation was already thrumming in his chest. Yet, a pang of guilt crept in, twisting his stomach.

Fox ran a hand down his face, groaning softly. “Kriff, what am I doing?” he muttered.

He should tell you the truth, come clean before this went any further. But the thought of you looking at him differently, of that brightness in your eyes dimming… He hesitated, leaning heavily against the desk behind him. “I’ll sort it out,” he promised himself. “I just need a little more time.”

As he turned to leave, the door slid open with a sharp hiss. For a brief moment, hope sparked in his chest thinking you had come back. But the hope shattered instantly when his eyes landed on Hound, who stood in the doorway, arms folded and a smug grin plastered on his face.

“Well, well… Nice new gear, Commander. Got a new job you didn’t tell us about?” Sarcasm dripped from every word, and Fox felt his blood run cold.

He opened his mouth to explain, but nothing came out. He must have looked like a cadet caught sneaking out after curfew because Hound’s grin only widened.

“I mean, I always thought you could use a break from all that work, but I didn’t think you’d go full-time mechanic,” Hound continued, his voice teasing but laced with curiosity. Then, his expression softened, and he clapped a hand on Fox’s shoulder. “Look, if you and her are seeing each other, your secret’s safe with me. Honestly, good for you, Fox.”

Fox’s shoulders sagged, but the relief didn’t come this time. He looked away, staring hard at the floor, his jaw clenched.

Hound’s smile faltered. “What’s up? I thought you’d be happier about this. I mean, she’s brilliant.”

Fox’s mouth felt dry, the words sticking to the back of his throat before he finally forced them out. “She doesn’t know it’s me.”

Hound blinked. “What?”

“She doesn’t know it’s me,” Fox repeated, his voice low, almost ashamed. He ran a hand through his hair, the weight of his own words settling heavily in his chest. “She thinks I’m just a mechanic.”

Hound’s mouth fell open, and he looked at Fox as if he’d just grown a second head. “How? She has eyes, doesn’t she?”

Fox let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. It all started at 79’s.”

He closed his eyes, the memory flooding back.

He remembered sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink after you had told him the boys wanted him to come out and let loose for one. And despite attending, he still found himself wanting to be alone and just trying to forget the chaos of that week. But then he’d heard your voice, laughing and teasing your friend. It was the first time he’d heard you laugh, really laugh, and it made his chest feel tight. He’d watched you from the corner of his eye, the way your face lit up, how animated you were as you spoke.

Then, you’d looked at him, just a passing glance, but it was enough to knock the wind out of him. He looked away quickly, feeling weird for staring. But he couldn’t help himself, stealing glances whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

“I thought she knew who I was,” Fox admitted, his voice rough. “But she didn’t. She didn’t recognise me. And… I just went along with it. I didn’t think it would go this far.”

Hound’s face softened, his arms unfolding as he leaned back against the doorframe. “Fox, what the hell did you get yourself into?”

Fox ran a hand down his face again, the weight of his lie pressing down on him. “I don’t know. I can’t get out of it. I just keep digging myself deeper. She’s… she’s got this way of looking at me, like I’m someone worth knowing.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with Fox’s confession. He looked up at Hound, his expression conflicted. “I really messed up, didn’t I?”

Hound let out a slow breath. “Yeah, you did.”

Part One - 79's

Part Two - Reflection

Part Three - Sniffed Out

Part Four - Dreams and Nightmares

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[diminuel]

A thought for the crybaby Croc idea because we need a version of the Rocks-Newgate family were WB does not loose both his spouse and child at once: an au in which Croc did get taken by WB after Rocks death and he definitely wasn't a crybaby during his childhood with both of his parents but that changes after WB starts collecting every stray he comes across because suddenly Croc is the youngest of the crew, which, he was also before but now he's also the baby of the crew. Consider, the strays WB collects also share his dream of a family and now they don't only have a Pops, they have a built in itty bitty baby sibling!! And suddenly nearly everyone is doting on Croc and the little guy is so confused because that's quite different from before but with time he turns into that littlest sibling that's somehow the favourite even if he's quite the brat and can get out of everything via big tears and shiny eyes.

In the future, WB despairs because he can see the gremlin smile as soon as the sibling that fell for Crocs tears turns they back and no one believes him when he tells them that Croc can handle himself!! And they're just like, for shame, Pops, how can you say that about your own child!! Somehow this turns into WB trying to convince his children to stop going along with Crocs schemes. It gets even worse when Croc and Marco bond, absolute gremlins, WB spends most of his meeting with Roger (after their obligated fight) just moaning and bitching about troublesome children. (That's a mistake, Roger is a gremlin himself, he would have had better luck with Rayleigh.)

(Here is the truth: everyone knows that Croc is a gremlin but he will always be the original baby and what better way for siblings to bond than to harass their pops?)

Maybe the crew also quickly learns that the way to get Pops to do things is to make the request via Crocodile. Because even though Whitebeard complains that the kid is just messing with them, he's not unaffected.

They want ice cream? Well, make Crocodile cry about it, then tell pops how Crocodile was crying about it until eventually Whitebeard has to find a way to get ice cream.

They want shore leave because they heard a particular festival was happening on one of the islands in Pops' territory? Pops, have a heart, Crocodile really wants to see the fireworks and you don't want him to go alone, right??

And after whatever falling out but eventual reconciliation they bring in Crocodile to at least try to tell Whitebeard to take it easy, to listen to the medical team, to stop drinking so much. They have their doubts that it will work because Crocodile's this big tough guy now, no longer the little kid or teen that had the prettiest crying face.

But Crocodile's still go it. And the combination of tears (they're not even necessarily fake, the war left its mark on all of them) and well-placed comments about the grandkids he'd leave behind heartbroken is very effective.

[papercorgiworld]

No date for the bully pt.2?? I lowk wanna see the boys make fool of themselves lmao😭 bonus points if like he's trynna convince the reader and his friend group catches him in the act😨🫶

Dear anon, thanks for requesting. Sorry for making you wait a decade, but I did go for the bonus points. I hope you like it!

Happy readings!

No date for the bully?

A fluffy part 2 for Enzo and Mattheo.

Read part 1 here: No date for the bully.

You feel eyes following you when you enter the great hall for dinner, but decide to ignore the feeling. However, when you sit down you can’t help but get chills, making your head turn with a frown on your face. “What’s wrong?” George asks as he follows your wandering eyes. You shake your head and turn back to the plate in front of  you. “I have this feeling that someone’s watching me but I must be imagining it.” Fred chuckles and meets George’s eyes, but neither of them speak up. You narrow your eyes at both of them. “What?” You snap at them after several seconds of silence. George grins widely but keeps his mouth shut. So you decide to give Fred a dark glare, making him laugh. “I think it’s your slytherin lover over there.” You follow Fred’s eyes to the slytherin table. “Rumor has it that he might have a little crush on you.” George adds as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Ugh.” You make your disgust very clear to the amusement of everyone at the gryffindor table. “There’s lots of girls here that would love to go out with the slytherin heartthrob.” George sings and you roll your eyes. “He’s a bully. I’m not gonna waste my time on him. And it doesn’t matter, knowing him he’s probably playing some twisted game.”

After dinner you hang out with your friends in the courtyard. When it gets late you decide to say your goodbyes. You really need to be fresh for potions class tomorrow. You jawn as quietly walk to Hogwarts castle when suddenly you hear someone yell at you. “Watch it, slow girl!” You recognise Theodore Nott’s voice as he flies just above your head. You duck and avoid Draco crashing into you. Quickly Blaise, Enzo and Mattheo follow flying all the way up to the astronomy tower. There was really no purpose for them to fly near you other than to startle you and laugh at the terrified look on your face. Draco’s laughter echoes. “Did you see her ugly face!”

You roll your eyes and sigh in annoyance. Shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to shake off the nasty feeling. As soon as you enter the castle you feel more at ease and take a deep breath, enjoying the castle’s warmth. 

“Hey, wait up.” You hear a familiar voice and turn around. To your surprise it’s…

Enzo Berkshire.

“I want to apologise… for just now…and probably all other things.” You roll your eyes and turn back around to continue walking to your dorm. “I just realised that we were laughing and you… you weren’t laughing. We probably scared you.” You raise your eyebrows and ignore him, walking away from his apologetic figure. “I’m really sorry.” You stop and notice the undeniable sincerity in Enzo’s voice. You turn in the middle of the staircase to see Enzo staring up at you from below. He offers you a weak half smile, but he doesn’t hide the guilt he feels. You’re curious so you take a few steps down. 

“Actions speak louder than words, Berkshire. Prove you are sorry. No more bullying.” You demand, you try to sound stern but it comes out softer than you expected. Maybe you had a soft spot for Enzo Berkshire after all. The sheepish slytherin nods and his signature happy smile returns his lips. You catch yourself staring at his soft lips and shake off the feelings inside you. It’s all just words. Slytherin trademark sweet talk. You give Enzo a sweet smile and say goodnight. He’s obviously shocked that you can walk away from him so easily. Even though his apology was sincere, part of him had hoped that it would break down the wall between you two and give him a chance to charm you. 

Feeling a bit defeated that you hadn’t fallen into his arms just yet, Enzo nods and turns away from your figure moving up the stairs. But after two steps he can’t resist trying to win you over a little more. “How about a picnic by the Black Lake on sunday?” You bite your lip at his offer, but put on a poker face before turning towards Enzo. “No mockery from you or your friends.” You state your demand. A smirk instantly tugs on Enzo’s lips and you already regret agreeing after seeing the hint of arrogance flicker in his eyes. “Meet me in the courtyard at 4.” You roll your eyes as he offers you a cheeky wink before leaving.

***

Enzo’s week had been rather exhausting keeping his friends away from you so they wouldn’t do anything to ruin his chance with you. He had considered just asking them to leave you alone, but he just knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Months ago he had stood up for you once, when his friends were trash talking about you. It was Draco’s signature snort that started a long evening of his friends making fun of him for liking… sweet silly you. 

Enzo had noticed you glancing over at him from time to time. It had only made him more nervous. He probably only had one chance to make a good impression on you. The picnic had to be perfect! Staring at himself in the mirror Enzo moved the comb through his hair again. When suddenly a feeling of anxiety rushed through him. Fuck. I like her… I really, really like her! That’s why I’ve been so nervous. 

Enzo runs a hand through his hair, before giving himself a little pep-talk: “You got this Berky. You’re gonna charm her. You're gonna be funny and cool. She’s gonna love you… You’re gonna get married.” With a confident smile he grabs his jacket, sliding into it and grabbing a box of sweets he had bought for you as well as the picnic basket. “Let’s charm the future lady Berkshire.” 

As soon as Enzo closes the door behind him and heads for the courtyard, Draco speaks up from inside the closet in their dorm. “By Salazar! Get your foot off mine, Theo, you giant!” Mattheo opens the closet door feeling slightly claustrophobic, making Blaise stumble outside as well. Quickly followed by Draco and Theo. “So Enz’s is going on some secret date?” Theo questions not really believing what he had just overheard Enzo say. Mattheo grins. “With his future lady.” Blaise shakes his head in disapproval of Mattheo’s wiggling eyebrows. “Who do you think this girl is?” Draco says stretching his legs, very much bothered by the fact that he doesn’t know everything going on in his friend group. “As much as I am against this, we could always follow him.” Blaise suggests, not able to resist the curiosity within himself. His suggestion is met with eager grins from his friends.

You watch Enzo struggle with the picnic blanket and quickly cast a spell to make it settle down on the grass neatly as you casually walk over to him. You were worried that it might look like you tried too hard with your elegant spring dress and perfectly matching vest and shoes, but Enzo’s obvious staring tells you that he probably isn’t thinking too much about it and he’s simply enjoying the view. “I got you this.” Enzo coughs and diverts his eyes, embarrassed about his staring. Play it cool, don’t drool! Enzo quickly offers you the box of sweets he got you. “Another apology for my behaviour.” He says as he gives you a sheepish smile. You curiously open the box, peeking inside as Enzo continues to set up the picnic. 

“Thank you, Enzo. I love these.” You say, making the slytherin smile like a happy child. You’re surprised by his softness. You had never seen him like this. “I wasn’t sure what you would like so I got a plate with a bit of everything, so we can snack as long as we want.” Enzo presents a plate of all things delicious, but you’re startled by who you see approaching. Noticing the delight disappear from your eyes and turn to worry, Enzo spins his head around to meet who you were looking at. “Oi, mate, is she really your future lady Berkshire?” Mattheo spits out with no shame to reveal Enzo’s secret. 

“You were at Hogsmeade for the day.” Enzo argues as he jumps up, panic fills his eyes. “You were studying.” Draco counters, crossing his arms and frowning at his friend for lying. “Well for all we know he was planning on studying… anatomy.” Theo smirks, his intense eyes scanning your figure beautifully accentuated by your dress. Enzo turns back to see your discomfort under Theo’s gaze. “Back off.” Enzo  suddenly growls at Theo giving him a light shove, causing Mattheo to immediately intervene, pushing Enzo back before Theo gets any ideas and things escalate. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you were meeting her?” Blaise asks, silencing everyone with the seriousness and calmness in his voice. Enzo looks back at you with worried eyes, it was clear you were curious for the answer as well. Enzo opens his mouth but only some awkward sounds come out so you step in. “Let me answer that for him.” You say as you get up from the picnic blanket. “He’s embarrassed.” Enzo turns to you and your eyes lock with him. “He's embarrassed he is on a date with the slow girl.” Draco laughs and raises his eyebrows with a grin. When Enzo doesn’t speak up your turn away from him. 

Enzo’s face looks pained and Mattheo and Blaise start to feel a little sorry for their friend. “Pretty fast walking away from you, Berkshire.” Draco jokes as he raises his eyebrows and before anyone can interfere Enzo answers with a flick of his wand. You turn when you hear a cry from Draco and see him lying on the ground whining. Then your eyes land on Enzo yelling with his wand in hand. Blaise jumps in front of Enzo trying to calm an apparently very angry Enzo. 

Your eyebrows knit together as you watch the ordeal. What was Enzo’s deal… Does he like me or not? 

Your question, however, was quickly answered when you heard Enzo yell. “You morons ruined this for me! I had one chance, one chance, with this girl and you ruined this… and NO before any of you come with your lame arguments that there are other or better girls, there aren’t any I care about like I care about (y/n)! You guys are shite friends!” Mattheo sighs at Enzo’s speech and helps Draco up. “Could’ve just told us you like her.” Enzo shakes his head in confusion but lowers his wand a little. “Yeah, she’s a little slow sometimes but you don’t need a girl to be bright to have the bed creaking all night.” Enzo isn’t pleased with Theo’s comment. “She’s not slow! She’s intelligent and, and perfect. She got an A+ on Snape’s last test when you only got an A, Theo, so just shut up.” 

“Impossible!” Theodore snaps, disgusted by the idea. “No, not really. Ask Snape.” You smugly counter with arms crossed as you walk back to the group of Slytherins. Enzo’s surprised you were still there and walking towards him. Standing a few steps away from him you offer your hand. “Come on Enz, I know a spot.” Enzo's eyes widened with confusion and shock. “Really?” You nod. “You stood up for me. You deserve a second chance.” His eyes go all shiny and you smile at how lovestruck the slytherin is.

Draco’s wrinkles his nose in disgust as the two of you walk hand in hand.. “Ugh, we’re gonna have to be nice to her, aren’t we?” 

Mattheo Riddle.

“What do you want, Riddle?” You ask, faking a toughness that didn’t really fit you. “Honestly? You.” You groan in disgust at the arrogance of the Slytherin and turn to continue walking up the stairs. Mattheo’s confident smile drops and he chases after you, something he hates. He’s not one to run after girls. They either fall to his feet or they aren’t of any importance. “Okay, I’m a first class douche, I know. I’m sorry, alright?” Your eyebrows knit together at his pathetic excuse for an apology and you don’t even bother to turn to him. However, Mattheo is persistent and casts a quick spell to make you turn and stumble into him. You immediately give him a shove to put some distance between you two. “I mean it.” He says with a serious voice, but you're not convinced since Slytherins were known for their lies. 

“Riddle, you’re a good looking guy and you know it. I’m just not interested so go bother someone else.” You sigh and try to turn around. “You’re not interested in me because you have this wrong image of me, a bully and worse the son of…” His eyes turn farther away from you as he continues. But you don’t buy his pity act. “I’m not interested because you’ve never said a nice thing to me in your life.” You stare at him accusingly, hoping he will see he has no business with you.

“That’s not true.” He counters instantly, making your heart race with how sure he is of himself. “Remember last year when we had the assignment in the forbidden forest and the group split from the professor. I kept an eye on you the whole time to make sure you were safe. Or when your potion exploded last week I cast a spell protecting you so none of the boiling liquid would burn you. I watch out for yo-” You groan in disbelief, before yelling at him loudly. “YOU! It’s you and your friends! You fools ruined my potion! You were the reason the professor lost half of the students!” You sigh and cross your arms, trying to regain your cool. This guy wasn’t worth the air in your lungs. “Just earlier you startled me for no reason and if any of you had miscalculated I could’ve gotten hurt and-” “I know, I know. That’s why I came to apologise.” There’s something pleading in Mattheo’s eyes that keeps you from walking off.

Mattheo takes your silence and the fact that you haven’t run off yet as a good sign and takes a step closer to you. “Look, I know I’m gonna have to put in a lot of effort to convince you that I’m not a total piece of shit, but you have to give me a chance.” As you listen to Mattheo’s plea you spot Draco and Theo peaking around the corner, no doubt listening in to what’s happening. You suppress a smile as an idea pops up into your head. “So I have to believe that the Mattheo Riddle doesn’t think I’m a slow girl and instead… likes… me?” You look at Mattheo with innocent questioning eyes. “(y/n), you’re smart, beautiful and I believe kind enough to find it in your heart to give me a chance. Let me take you out… somewhere fancy, my treat. I’ll spoil you and you’ll forget all the stupid things I’ve done.” You shake your head and turn away, knowing that he won’t let you get very far. “You’re playing me, Riddle.”

You bite your lip when you feel a gentle hand wrap around your wrist. “No I’m not… Honestly I wish I was, but you live in my head rent free and I need you to give me a chance.” 

Mattheo’s heart cracks when he hears a familiar snicker and turns to see Draco and Theo’s head pop up from around a corner. When he turns to you again he spots a mean smile. He made a fool out of himself being this honest and his eyes go dark as he curses himself. He lets go of your wrist immediately. “I guess this is what revenge looks like.” He says between gritted teeth. You huff. “Don’t wallow in your own self pity, it’s not a good look, Riddle.” 

“You live in my head rent free” Draco mocks now standing at the foot of the stairs with Theo and Enzo, who had just joined. It’s when you see Mattheo watch his laughing friends that you spot the honest hurt in his expression. “Whatever.” Mattheo breathes out and takes a lazy step down to his friends. His dead eyes, his slumped shoulders and the crack in his voice. There was no way he was that good of a liar. “Hey.” You say with a shaky voice just above a whisper. Terrified of what you were about to do: give Mattheo Riddle of all people a chance. “I like to study near the willow on Tuesday afternoons, you should join me sometime.” You whisper and give him a sympathetic smile.

Mattheo stops in his tracks and watches you walk away. He can barely believe that he got an invitation to spend time with you. “You look like a fool, Matt.” Theo grins as he walks up to stand next to Mattheo. “Shut up, Nott.” Mattheo growls but there’s a sweet smile that he just can’t hide. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.” Enzo sings with an amused grin. “You’re not seeing anything.” Mattheo counters immediately, turning around to walk back to the courtyard, keeping his head low to avoid his grinning friends’. With Mattheo a few steps ahead, Draco turns to Theo and Enzo with a frown on his face. “Does that mean we have to be nice to her from now on?” Even though there’s quite some distance between you and the Slytherins, you can still hear Mattheo answer with a firm tone. “Yes.” You bite your lip to hide your smile from the curious looks of the paintings around you. Who would have thought, Mattheo Riddle…

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[starcurtain]

hi, me again. so like. i have NO idea how to write omegaverse. like yeah, i definitely was the beta reader for a 165k word omegaverse fic in a fandom that shall not be named, but. i?? how does one even BEGIN

(sincerely, sweating nervously)

Cryinggggg--I wrote like a massive response to this and then my cat jumped on the keyboard and closed the tab. Sorry if this response is not as great as it could have been. RIP my 1500 words. 😭 But trying to rewrite the original response:

I wish I could tell you, but... This is probably a bad time to confess that every fic I've ever written barely rises above the level of gen fic... because I'm super ace. Like, I can think up romance plots, but can I actually write them? PROBABLY NOT. 😂

However, if this is about the omegaverse plot in the Phaidei fic posts, I can share some other thoughts I had about that prompt, and maybe some of this will help you?

I think my key idea for this fic was that it focuses most on Mydei's issues with his body, and how he struggles because the way he looks externally just does not match who he is internally. Like yes, he values the physical strength and dominating presence because they help him keep command of the Kremnoan army and garner his people's respect, but... the whole thing is based on a lie. He's not the overpowering alpha they think he is, and honestly, he doesn't even want to be. He can't abandon rulership and leave his people to fend for themselves, so he has to keep his true identity as an omega secret, but if he had a choice, he would never choose to be this "strange" half-and-half existence. Why can't he just have been born like everyone else? Hell, even though Kremnos treats their male omegas terribly, it still might have been better to have born actually looking like a delicate omega than to be just... stuck between the two.

The point of the fic, obviously, is Mydei coming to accept himself as he is and recognizing that he is worthy of love, even if he doesn't fit his own culture's definition of "acceptable." But the problem is that he's spent so long living the lie that he's internalized it: Mydei is convinced that no one will ever want someone as "incomplete" as him. He's never let himself even consider the dream of having a mate, because how could he ever find someone willing to both keep his secret and accept a mate who doesn't fit anyone's standard for "normal"?

Meanwhile, poor Phainon is down bad. He thinks Mydei is also an alpha like him, but even if alpha-alpha partnerships are frowned on in Okhema, he doesn't care in the slightest. He would want Mydei with any secondary gender, in any form. He just wants Mydei, no matter what. The only thing holding Phainon back is his own anxiety: Sure he doesn't care about being with another alpha, but would Mydei care? Would Mydei think he's strange and reject him outright? Would it make things terribly awkward between them and damage their mission with the Chrysos Heirs? Would Mydei refuse to even look at him if he knew Phainon's interests would persist no matter what their current society defines as right or wrong?

Mydei, on the other hand, is SUFFERING™. He's an unmated omega with a clingy, unclaimed alpha around him at all times, one who has no boundaries about personal space and scenting because he thinks Mydei is another alpha. It is driving Mydei insane. Mydei can barely spend time with Phainon in the weeks leading up to his heats because Phainon keeps bringing on the symptoms early. (Stupid Deliverer, this is all your fault...) It's the worst thing ever because that's him. That's the best damn alpha Mydei is ever going to meet, the only person he's ever encountered that he could actually imagine being mates with, and Mydei's body is just... useless. Unappealing to an actual alpha. Socially unacceptable. Mydei is in love and also miserable.

(Basically, the feelings are very mutual but social pressure is making them both hesitate and think there isn't any way they can be together. Phainon just doesn't know the truth or realize Mydei's feelings, but even if Mydei knows they'd technically match, Phainon is Okhema's golden boy "Deliverer." Choosing someone who looks like another alpha, and is even Kremnoan on top of that, would only ruin his reputation.)

Maybe if anyone in this universe was capable of communicating, they wouldn't have such a hard time. 😂

Some other smaller things I was thinking of too:

Mydei being super good with kids and imagining himself having his own, but thinking something like that is out of his reach. The angst is real.

Mydei also super soft on Tribbie. He knows they're not actual children, but tell that to his instincts, because the message is not getting through.

Phainon totally misunderstanding Mydei's flat-out refusal to be naked with him in the bath. Yikes, Mydei won't even bathe with another alpha? He definitely isn't interested in me. T_T

Castorice being able to somehow magically sense people's secondary genders (I don't know how, Thanatos bullshit go~!), so she actually knows Mydei is an omega but she has no idea what to do with that information because clearly he's keeping it a secret? She's trying so hard to be supportive and to give Phainon and Mydei the encouragement they need, but ugh, these boys are so stupid.

Aglaea is a girlbossing alpha in the background. She doesn't actually know Mydei isn't an alpha, but she's suspicious, because Phainon is always accidentally challenging her authority while Mydei, despite looking like the most powerful alpha in the room, is strangely content to let her lead.

Kremnoan female omegas are as tough or tougher than the alphas of other societies, so the "normal" relationship in Kremnos is an alpha of any gender with a female omega. On the other hand, male omegas from Kremnos are super rare and tend to look very delicate; because they're unsuited for war, they basically get no respect in Kremnoan society. If Mydei revealed that he was an omega, the Kremnoans would definitely strip him of his authority. He's worried that they'll make the wrong choices if he does that, so he has to keep his secret or risk harm to his people.

I think this would have to be a world where betas either don't exist or are so rare that they don't even figure into the equation, because if Mydei could just pass himself off as a beta, that would kind of defeat the plot. 😂

Phew, I think that kind of covers what I originally typed. T_T Obviously you wouldn't have to use any of this, but I hope maybe this might give you an idea or two to help start?

[destinysbounty]

Ramadan Fasting Headcanons because I said so:

You're probably expecting me to say Zane spends hours putting together a big, elaborate iftar spread. And you're right, he does, he's a one-man potluck and its fantastic. BUT. He is also a diehard believer in the importance of breakfast, so he puts in just as much effort - if not more - into making delectable suhoors for everyone. He'll wake up hours in advance to make a full meal with carefully measured out health proportions to make sure they all get enough protein, fiber, etc to sustain them through the day.

....unfortunately, half of the team doesn't even eat it.

Cole and Wu are probably the only people who fully appreciate and eat Zane's fancy suhoors. Wu because he usually wakes up that early anyways and sometimes helps Zane out with it, and Cole because he has a healthy respect for all things food.

Kai, however, rebukes the fancy suhoor that was specially crafted to maximize health and energy, because he insists he knows a Better Way. Is convinced all he needs is a protein shake to get him through the day. Inevitably burns out by Asr and has to sleep the rest of the day, but is unwilling to swallow his pride and admit that maybe his method isn't working.

Jay is constantly oversleeping and ends up missing suhoor. Like, almost every morning. Even when they wake him up, he still winds up falling back asleep a few minutes later. Yes, he's a big baby about it.

Nya also forgets suhoor a lot, but not because she slept through it. She's usually working on some project or other and accidentally skips it unless Pixal comes down and reminds her. You would never know she missed suhoor by how she acts though - or really that she's fasting at all.

To that matter, you would never know she had broken her fast for her period. She completely stealths it.

Lloyd sometimes hides in his room eating junk food and sugar (and an absurd amount of candy) for suhoor instead of anything healthy. Zane inevitably catches him about half the time and drags him down to the kitchen for something more substantial.

Lloyd forgets and accidentally slips up a lot. But he always feels really bad about it, so everyone just pretends they didn't see anything.

Wu also forgets a lot, usually by accidentally drinking tea out of habit, but they know better than to tease him about it.

Wu also goes easy on them during this month, letting up on training aside from some early-morning warmups to keep them in shape.

Cole is the King of Naps. He is constantly nagging everyone to take naps, slow down, go easy, and lay down for a while. Once he's down for his afternoon nap, you Will Not see any trace of him until Iftar - at which point he will mysteriously spawn in the kitchen the very second the adthan goes off.

They manage their crime-fighting schedule around who has the best energy at what time of day. Kai and Jay are always the first to crash so they take a shift earlier in the day. Cole and Zane both go in the afternoon, right before Cole's nap. And then Nya and Lloyd are on patrol right before iftar, because they feel like having food around the corner motivates them to give that extra little push.

Jay, meanwhile, was already in the kitchen half an hour ago, impatiently waiting for it to be time for iftar - and complaining to Zane every few minutes that it smells so good, why can't he just eat it nowwwww

Pixal often helps Zane with iftar, and will make all sorts of passive aggressive comments to Jay until he "offers" to set the table. These comments all go over Zane's head, of course, so he's just pleasantly surprised to see one of his friends taking extra initiative with meal prep.

Kai usually gets a second wind right before iftar, and will go on a nice little evening jog right before. Zane insists he pack dates and water with him in case he's not back in time to break his fast, but he almost always is.

The question of whether being a nindroid technically counts as a medical exemption is the source of frequent theological debate around the dinner table. They eventually concluded it is, since nindroids do not synthesize food into energy and therefore fasting doesn't really have any point to it - but Pixal took this as a challenge and has since been trying to find a way to re-engineer herself with the ability to eat.

[shigiaki]

Not My Girlfriend

Sasuke!xReader / Fakedating!cheating

Enjoy<3

You were dating Naruto, the popular kid known for his delinquent behavior and outgoing personality. Teachers either loved him or hated his guts. His family was influential and well-known, making him even more prominent in school.

Unlike him, you weren’t part of the rich kids' clique. Your best friend, Ino, quickly took a liking to your kind and funny nature. She loved having you around since her other close friends were both boys—having another girl in her life made her feel understood.

You and Naruto had been dating for over a year, and you got along effortlessly. Your friends and his quickly became acquainted, making it easier for everyone to connect.

You fell for him fast. He was an idiot but a lovable one—funny, kind, and gentle, even if he wasn’t exactly the smartest when it came to relationships. Things were great. Dating him and being part of the popular crowd had its perks. But little did you know, it wouldn’t last.

Naruto started acting strange and distant, and you had no idea why. You kept asking if something was wrong—maybe he and his best friend had fought again—but he only made dumb excuses. You brushed it off, hoping he’d come to his senses, but things only got worse.

He became secretive with his phone, quickly turning it off when you were around. He even added a passcode. That wouldn’t have been a big deal—most people had one—but he refused to tell you what it was, which felt odd. His replies to your messages became more and more delayed, and in big groups, he barely spoke to you anymore. He was always out, doing God knows what.

He also grew less affectionate. Whenever you tried to take the initiative, he’d brush you off, saying he wasn’t in the mood or was too tired.

Something was definitely wrong.

After almost two months of this, you couldn’t ignore Naruto’s behavior anymore. Your friends started noticing too, even asking if you two had broken up—which you denied.

Finally, you decided enough was enough. While Naruto was napping, you made up your mind to go through his phone. Carefully, you sneaked it from his side as he slept in your bed and slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible.

Luckily, he had fallen asleep while watching a show, so his phone was still unlocked. Your heart pounded as you scrolled through his messages—everything seemed normal at first. But then, you checked his camera roll and his saved snaps.

Your stomach dropped.

There were countless pictures of him with some girl. You couldn’t tell who she was, but the way they were together in those photos told you everything you needed to know.

For days, you felt lost, unsure of what to do. You considered breaking up with him, thinking it might end the pain and heartbreak. But alongside the sadness, there was anger—a deep sense of betrayal. You wanted him to feel the hurt he had caused you. It wasn’t just your emotions at stake, Sasuke’s feelings were tangled in this as well. In the end, you made up your mind—tomorrow, you would confess everything and tell him the truth.

You had slipped a letter into his locker, asking him to meet you on the rooftop after school, but you hadn’t signed your name. The entire day, you found yourself muttering under your breath, overthinking every possible scenario, and doing your best to avoid looking at him in class, pretending everything was normal.

But then, your eyes met Sasuke’s by accident. His gaze was sharp, almost as if he could see right through you. It was impossible not to feel intimidated.

Sai and Ino watched you with concern, convinced you had completely lost your mind.

As the final bell approached, students began packing up, eager to leave. You, on the other hand, took your time, slowly gathering your things, stalling for as long as you could.

"girl hurry up!" Ino rushed you as Sasuke passed them exiting the room, "I have to talk to the teachers about something," you lied, Ino looked confused but didn't pry, "alright see you tomorrow" she said sighing before leaving with Sai.

After a minute or two, you began making your way to the rooftop. They don’t tend to lock these doors until all the other students have left, as some have clubs or are on cleaning duty. You reached the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

There he stood, his face turned toward the view. He finally turned upon hearing footsteps behind him. He wasn’t surprised it was you—almost as if he already knew you were the one who wrote it. You, on the other hand, were surprised he even showed up.

He stared down at you, making you feel extremely nervous. You cleared your throat before speaking.

"I have something to tell you," you said in a serious tone. He frowned, annoyed. "What is it?" You take a deep breath before speaking again.

"Sakura is cheating on you." He frowns, clearly annoyed. "Yeah, right," he scoffs. My hands clench into fists. "With Naruto," I say, my expression darkening with frustration.

He steps closer to me, his expression shifting from annoyance to disbelief. "What?" he says, almost like a question, as if he didn’t fully process my words.

I take a shaky breath, my frustration boiling over. "Both of us are getting cheated on by our own partners—with each other," I say, louder this time, needing him to hear, to understand.

His jaw tightens, his hands clenching at his sides. For a moment, he just stares at me, searching my face for any sign that I might be lying. But I’m not.

The silence between us is thick, filled with tension and unspoken emotions. "You're serious?" he finally asks, his voice quieter now, but laced with something dangerous, anger, betrayal, maybe even pain.

I nod, my throat tight. "I wouldn’t lie about something like this."

His eyes darken, and I see the moment the realization settles in. He turns away, running a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "That bastard," he mutters under his breath.

I cross my arms, biting my lip. "That makes two of them." I sigh. "What are you going to do?"

Sasuke's body tenses even more at the question. He hesitates, his voice cold when he finally speaks."That's none of your business."His grip tightens around the edge of the rooftop, his knuckles turning white. He's barely restraining himself, his entire body coiled with the urge to storm off and confront Sakura right now.

"Don't act rashly," I begin, my voice firm yet uncertain.

"Too late. I'll kill them both." He mutters darkly. Unknowingly, he releases a wave of killing intent, the air around us growing heavy. Jealousy, rage, and betrayal swirl inside him, fueling the fire burning in his chest. His mind races, the same words echoing over and over.

"Then let’s cheat on them back."

The words leave my lips before I can stop them, bold and reckless. The air between us crackles with tension, and for a moment, he just stares, his expression unreadable.

He freezes. His dark eyes snap to my face. He must have misheard, right? He swallows hard, his jaw tightening. When he finally speaks, his voice is dangerously low, each word slow and deliberate—like a knife pressing against my skin.

"What did you just say?"I flinch instinctively, fear prickling down my spine—but I don’t back down. I meet his glare, my own emotions bubbling to the surface.

His body tenses, coiled like a snake ready to strike.

I step closer, ignoring the way my instincts scream at me to run. My heart pounds, but I force myself to meet his gaze, refusing to back down.

"Let's get together and cheat on them." My voice is steady, serious. The weight of my words lingers between us, thick and suffocating. The tension crackles like a storm ready to break.

Sasuke's eyes widen momentarily in shock before narrowing dangerously. He doesn't move, hardly seeming to breathe. When he speaks, his voice is eerily calm. "You can't be serious..." His gaze traces down your body contemptuously. "Think carefully about what you're suggesting."

I bite my lip, clenching my hands into tight fists. My nails dig into my palms, but I barely feel the pain. "I’ve thought about it," I say, my voice shaking with frustration. "I won’t let them get away with treating me like a fool! Treating us like complete fools!"

My anger spills over, my voice rising as I shout, the weight of betrayal pressing down on my chest. My breathing is uneven, my body trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer rage bubbling inside me.

I stare at Sasuke, waiting for his reaction, daring him to challenge me.

Sasuke's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else—perhaps a spark of understanding. He steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You want revenge." It's not a question.

I nod, looking up at his tall figure.

Sasuke's gaze holds yours for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he lets out a low, bitter laugh. "You know what? Fuck it." He steps even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If they want to play dirty, we can too."

I look into his eyes, searching for an answer, for anything that will tell me what he's thinking. "You'll help me?" My voice comes out quieter this time, but the desperation lingers beneath it. I need to know, I can't do this alone. My heart pounds as I wait for his response, the tension between us thick and suffocating.

"Yes. Let's make them regret ever touching someone else." He reaches up, gently catching your chin in his fingers. "But don't you dare think this means I want anything more than revenge."

"wouldn't dream of it" I muttered

"Good." He drops his hand. His mind races with plans. He looks at you, really looks at you for the first time. You're pretty - really pretty. He hardens his expression. "You know what we need to do?" He asks seriously. I nod, my expression unreadable. "Do what they did," I say nonchalantly, my voice void of hesitation.

"We have to cheat back," I continue, my tone unwavering. "Just like they did."

"Correct." He crosses his arms. "We need to act like a real couple. Hold hands, sit close, all that..." He pauses, his mind wandering to more intimate details. "We need to kiss." His face remains stoic, but his heart pounds unexpectedly in his chest. He pushes the thought away. "We'll start tonight." He looks at you.

I nod agreeing, "alright but where would we meet?"

"My room." He says bluntly. He turns and starts walking, expecting you to follow. As he walks, he sends a quick message to his 'girlfriend', telling her he's going to 'hang out with a friend' tonight. He smiles to himself, already enjoying this little game.

I stood there, momentarily shocked, before quickly following after him. "I’ll need your contact, I don’t have your address," I began, trying to explain.

"Right." He mutters, sending you his contact. He adds you on Snapchat too, because why not? He watches your display picture - a cute selfie. He hardens again. "Meet me at my place tonight. Eight sharp." He sends you his address. "And..."

I paused as I added him back, my fingers hovering over my phone. "And what…?" I look up at him, waiting for him to finish, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"...Wear something that'll piss them off." He says coldly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Something really low-cut. Really short." He glances down purposely, then back up at your incredulous face.

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... part 2?

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[edenscollardrawer]

Thirsty - transfem!Kylar/f!PC

18+, content warnings and tags: established relationship, jealousy, possessive behavior, angry sex, semi-public sex, breeding kink, creampie 1875 words ("we love jealous kylar!" everyone chants in unison)

Seagulls swooped down past your towel, pecking at the bugs hidden beneath the sand. Your girlfriend lay beside you, legs curled up to her chest as she drew the scene in her sketchbook. It’d taken some convincing to get her to come out to the beach; she was a creature of habit - didn’t take to new scenery too kindly. Leaning your head on her bony shoulder, you took in the intricate drawing. Kylar really was talented, every detail from the curve of its beak to the movement of its feathers - she captured the bird in stunning detail.

“So lovely…” You reached up to ruffle her hair, Kylar’s nose scrunching affectionately. 

“You’re lovely.” She set her sketchbook off to the side and turned to you, booping your nose with the tip of her finger before quickly blushing and looking back to the waves. Toes curled in the sand, your head lulled back - the sun rays warming your cheeks. Waves crashed upon each other, the soft white noise soothing your senses. The repetitive sounds of the water snapped your attention to the growing dryness in your throat. 

“I’m thirsty…” Pulling your sunglasses down over your eyes, you searched the beach bag next to you for a water bottle, but there wasn’t any. Your gaze darted around the beach, landing on Robin’s lemonade stand positioned further up the shore. Kylar followed your gaze, brows furrowing and upper lip curling with distaste before you even vocalized your idea.

“I didn’t bring any money.” She said, her tone laced with irritation. 

“That’s okay!” Pushing yourself up, you grabbed ahold of your girlfriend’s hand. “I did!” Kylar groaned, mustering a string of protests as she dragged her feet through the sand while you pulled her towards Robin’s stand. Your chipper attitude did very little to ease her growing agitation, a frown growing across her sunburnt cheeks with every step you took. Quickly approaching the stand, Robin greeted the two of you with a bright, cheerful smile. 

“Hey! It’s so nice to see you both,” She looked between the two of you, Kylar refusing to meet her gaze. “Do you guys want some lemonade?” Your girlfriend muttered something under her breath, prompting your elbow to dig into her side. Crossing her arms, she kicked idly at the sand as you conversed with Robin. 

“Definitely! It’s a scorcher today, isn’t it?” Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a £5 note and handed it over to your friend. “Two cups, please. Keep the change.” Kylar stood beside you, glaring daggers at Robin and gritting her teeth. 

“Thanks!” She beamed. “I don’t see you here often, Kylar. How are you liking the beach?” The auburn haired girl asked, grabbing two plastic cups from her stack. Your girlfriend pulled a face of complete disgust, like Robin had asked her something wildly invasive. Clearing your throat, a blush rose to your cheeks. Honestly, you’re not sure what you expected. An apologetic smile painted across your cheeks, Kylar mumbled an irritated response through her teeth. It was barely audible at all with the surrounding noises of the crowded beach. The moment Robin slid over the two cups, Kylar grabbed both of them and darted in the opposite direction. Your friend shot you a concerned glance as you apologized for your girlfriend and trailed after her, nearly tripping in the sand as you tried to keep up with her pace. 

Kylar stomped right past the towel you’d been residing on, repeatedly looking over her shoulder to ensure you were still following. Making a b-line straight to the changing rooms, she pushed open the curtain, nearly spilling one of the cups of lemonade as she held it open for you. Without another word, she looked you in the eyes and dumped both cups of liquid on the ground. 

“Hey!” You whined. There goes five pounds… Kylar lunged towards you, knocking you down onto the sandy ground of the changing stall. Landing with a loud ‘oof’, it took you several seconds to regain your composure, immediately pushing at her. “What’s gotten into you? Knock it off!” She growled in response, pulling at the string behind your neck that kept your bikini top tied on. The flimsy garment flopped down, exposing your breasts and forcing a yelp from your throat. Trying to cover yourself, Kylar grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head. 

“I don’t know what she has that I don’t,” She shook her head, eyes the size of Jupiter. Her voice was growing increasingly erratic. Oh Lord, here she goes. “You know I can love you so much more than she can!” You groaned, pushing against Kylar’s grip. For such a small girl, she really had a knack for keeping you restrained. 

“Kylar, we’ve been through this! You know Robin is my frie-”

“Your friend,” The word exited her mouth like it was venomous. “I-I know - you’ve said that… But y-you don’t need friends, my love! I-I’m your friend!” She nodded, smiling maniacally down at you, her hands tightening their bond around you. One hand kept its grip around your wrists, the other reaching down to remove the last piece of your bathing suit. You kicked your legs, growing increasingly annoyed at your unhinged girlfriend’s antics. This only made her shove a knee into your crotch, grinding it there while she stared directly into your soul. 

“Stop acting like this!” Your plea came out more like a whine, her knee hitting just the right spot between your legs. “K-Kylar!” A wide smile crossed her cheeks. 

“D-don’t fight it, you just n-need to be reminded of our love!” Free hand kneading at your breast, she used an eager intensity that bordered on being painful. A small whimper escaped your throat, and Kylar leaned down to pepper kisses all along your exposed skin. Kissing quickly transformed into biting, then sucking - as she left a trail of hickies in her wake. Your resolve was quickly weakening, because quite honestly, it always kind of turned you on when she got like this. Maybe part of you had known this would happen. Grinding down against her leg, Kylar hummed softly into your skin. 

“M-my love…” She cooed, finally releasing your wrists so she could cup your face in her hands. “R-Robin could never make you feel like this, y-you know that, d-don't you?” Kylar bucked against your thigh, and you could feel her erection growing underneath her swimsuit. A nod fell from your shoulders, making the crazed girl whimper in happiness - more sloppy kisses painted down the side of your neck. Kylar humped against your thigh like a dog in heat, whining possessive remarks of love in your ear. Reaching up, you tugged at the strap of her one piece - which she removed in record time. 

“Fucking… stupid…” Kylar whined under her breath, grabbing ahold of her cock to align it with your entrance. Despite getting increasingly more aroused, she wasn’t really calming down about the whole Robin ordeal. “Dumb whore. wants to steal our love…” You could hardly make out anything she was saying, but you also didn’t care - more focused on the tip of her cock suddenly sliding into you. Her lips trailed down your body, dark marks being littered over your collarbones, your chest, your jaw - anywhere she could reach. She had one goal only: making sure that fucking slut knew you were taken.

“Kylar!” You moaned as she thrusted all the way in, burying herself inside you until her hips were pressed flush against yours. Cupping her palm against your face, she stared into your eyes with the fire of a thousand suns, stilling her movements.  Hips bucking up into her, a whine escaped your chest - nails digging into her upper back as you silently begged for her to continue. 

“Gotta...” she whimpered softly between words, “G-gotta make sure she knows…” Her hand on your face squeezed slightly, a maniacal smile spreading across her cheeks. Your girlfriend always did have a hard time moving on. It didn’t matter that her cock was buried inside you, because you were probably going to go home tonight and hang out with that goddamn bitch, playing her stupid fucking video games and laughing over your stupid fucking inside jokes. The thought made her thrust into you forcefully, a gasp shooting from your throat. Brows knitting together, she adopted a brutal pace - her gaze boring straight through you as you whined and whimpered helplessly. 

“Y-you’re mine,” She whispered, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small changing tent. “You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine-” Her words blended together frantically, punctuated by small grunts and whimpers as her cock spasmed inside you. Your nails were almost certainly leaving deep scratches on the surface of her skin, each thrust causing you to dig in like a feral cat. Jesus, she’s fucking relentless. Reaching down between your sweaty bodies, she rubbed rough, quick circles over your clit as she continued pounding into your drenched cunt. Small pleas continued to pour from your throat, though you weren’t entirely sure you even meant it. This was one of the things you loved about your girlfriend. 

“M-make sure it stays in, gonna make sure you’re all full…” She whispered in that characteristically deranged tone as her movements stuttered, thin chest heaving while she grew closer to her peak. “Can't… c-can’t leave me once I get you pregnant…” Of course, you never planned on leaving her - but in Kylar’s mind, it was a certain fate. You would leave her for that brainless bitch, Robin, unless she got you good and knocked up. Fast. Hands moving up to grasp your hips, Kylar held you firmly in place as her seed spilled into you, the warmth filling your core. 

“W-want that… that piece of shit… to see my.. m-my cum dripping out of you…” She whispered, peppering more kisses up your neck as she stayed inside you, her softening cock keeping her jizz firmly locked inside. You didn’t bother defending your friend throughout any of this, it only would’ve spurred her on, anyways. After several minutes of smooches and whispered affections, Kylar finally pulled out of you. Two fingers reached down and smeared the leaking cum down your inner thighs, ensuring it would be visible to anyone who looked. 

“S-she’ll see. She’ll see, y-you’re all mine. Not hers, never hers, right?” She stuttered psychotically, slipping her swimsuit back over her lithe shoulders. Her stare would’ve made you uneasy if you didn’t find her delusional tendencies so endearing. 

“Yes, baby. All yours…” You sighed softly, tying your string bikini back onto your body. Though you couldn’t see it for yourself, you knew you were completely covered with the evidence of Kylar’s jealousy. Hickies covered every inch of your upper body, her seed marking your thighs, your hair disheveled and littered with sand. Kylar looked you up and down with a crazed grin, nodding in satisfaction. You’d become a canvas, her possession painted all over your body’s surface. What a beach day this had become…

“I’m thirsty. Let’s go get more lemonade now.” Kylar’s tone was chipper and confident, her green eyes raking over her handiwork. Next time you’d choose a more private date destination, ideally without any friendly run-ins.

[morningpages]

               maybe marcus was dreaming after all. granted, if anyone should know, it should be him. if he remembered correctly, dreams could feel tangible given the right stages and cycle. he'd be a miserable liar if he ever tried to posture that he hadn't dreamt of chandler an innumerable amount of times before— always an infuriatingly bittersweet sink of the heart once he inevitably woke up alone, realizing that his mind had tricked itself yet again. still, dreams had certain rules, and everyone in them seemed to share a collective understanding about their minutiae and absoluteness. in dreams, both marcus and chandler had seemingly been aware that reality was apart from real, the one waiting. they would always watch their words, miss their cues, skirt around the heart of it all. if they didn't, it could shatter the fragile landscape. to speak would end something between them. these rules weren't so far removed from the reality they had built for themselves, nearly too blurry for differentiation. but the more chandler speaks, the more shatteringly real this feels, like the impossible thread of tension between them had stretched so taut that it could snap with a single breath. marcus fights an impulse to not beg her to slow down now. he could keep up; that wasn't the problem. every word that fell out of chandler's mouth he committed to memory, a hungry, desperate archivist. marcus only wanted to elongate this moment, stretch it out gossamer thin, wrap himself in its ribbons, let it keep him warm when it was long over. he shakes his head in disagreement when chandler suggests that a version of him that could ever get tired of her, that could ever do without her, exists. her lips against his knuckles, eyes boring into his own, eventual touching of their thighs  ...  it's his life shaping out in front of him, something—someone he can't flinch away from. marcus knows the sum of his parts, the painstaking work that will take. it's true that the hardest thing to have is the thing you've always wanted. there was even a time he had been afraid to ever want this. but looking at her now, it seemed to be the only thing he really knew. heavy truths sit inside his closed mouth, pushing against his teeth. it's his instinct to relieve himself of the pressure, admit just how many times he had imagined kissing her — long before his move to the city, or their graduation, or even her sleep talking. but marcus holds his jaw tight, locking them away for the time being. if he had his way, they had time to get to that.  “ i wanted it to be you, ”  an acknowledgment of the last four years of his life. of julia. “ before … during … especially after. ” ducks his head, a throbbing guilt between his ribcage. “ i know how that makes me sound. i just… " trails off, envious of the way that the right words could find chandler so easily. all these years of listening so intently, and marcus still had not picked up the skill. “ ruining this would kill me. but, sometimes it feels like i've been waiting for you my whole life. ” he pulls her legs to lay across his lap, entirely too aware of the way they alchemize. his pulse was a frantic drum, loud enough that he was convinced she could hear it. he could sit and wax poetic on their past or the deadweight yoke of emotion he had poorly balanced on a carrying pole, but his mind felt too hazed by the sight in front of him. “ i have been keeping a metaphorical light on for you for years, chandler. since day one. " his gaze drug across the expanse of her face. something inside him loosens, a stitch come undone. marcus reaches for her, pads of his fingers trailing down her cheek. definitely not dreaming. " but this still doesn't start until you say so. ”

another ten years of this sounded miserable. the first ten weren’t great, with several years filled with mostly silences. well, more silence than chandler was used to, at least. in the years between college graduation and marcus’ move to the city, they talked far less. instead of once a day, it became once a week, which became once a month. it was awful and awkward, but they worked their way through it. their friendship was too important not to. no matter what happened between them, they always met for a week in the summer. some nights, it was the only thing that got chandler by — knowing that if she kept at it, vacation with marcus would be there soon enough. once marcus finally moved to the city, there was a shift between them. as though what she felt in college returned tenfold. chandler chalked it up to him being newly single, ready for a new world of possibilities. she had her best friend back. when the shift stayed the same over time, her feelings for him only grew. what was initially a crush that fluctuated day by day (depending on a million variables — from his recent movie opinions to the distance between them to the fact that he was in a healthy, committed relationship), turned into something much harder to ignore. some part of chandler’s optimistic, naive brain thought that a week together would make her feelings easier to ignore. but now — it was no use. they had to have it out, for better or for worse. there was no way to run from their feelings forever. not if they wanted to continue revolving around one another. “slow down —” chandler crouched down, eyes meeting his as she let out a long breath. “i’m not exactly running away, am i? where do you think i’m going?” with their hands still together, chandler leaned forward, lips gently brushing against his knuckles as she peered up at him. “let’s get one thing straight: you are stuck with me for life, marcus ambrose. until you’re sick and tired of me, until you know for a fact that you can live without me without ever thinking of me — we don’t have to worry about trivial things like never seeing each other again. not us.” she was quiet for a moment, choosing her next words with careful precision. she wanted to get this right. “regardless of who manipulated who — which we’ll agree to disagree on —” chandler started, unable to help the unmistakable tease in her voice. “if you opened your eyes, you wouldn’t have needed a class to figure it out.” she stayed still, knees knocking against marcus’ legs as she remained crouched at his eye level. “if i’m being totally honest, i don’t think i’ve ever not had a crush on you.” she laughed, pushing herself off the floor before moving next to marcus. she tucked a leg beneath her as she plopped down, thigh pressed against his. always touching, always orbiting each other’s space. why didn’t she see it sooner? “then we became friends, and you met julia and you seemed so happy.” she paused for a beat. her face felt hot, knew she was rambling on and on. now that she was opening up, it was hard to stop. “then you moved to the city and we started hanging out everyday again. things felt normal for the first time in years and i —” chandler stopped herself, eyes searching his face. “it’s become especially inconvenient the past few months. every time you do anything even remotely marcus-y, it makes me want to kiss you, which i obviously can’t just do.” she took a breath, clearing her throat as she looked down at her hands in her lap. “sorry. that was a lot. the short version is: it’s been a journey and i’ve been scared out of my fucking mind because you’re the only person that gets me. i was terrified to risk it. not when we have so much to lose.”

[snivel1]

Are people ready for old men titties and tummies?

A small warm-up to figure out how I wanna draw them! They're going to the aquapark!! Watch out everyone, two silver foxes coming through!!!🗣🗣

[trauma-bot]

sin eater

[chloecherrysip]

Mario watching his and Luigi's commercial in Punch-Out Pizzeria

[gogethelp123]

McLaren fucked it up today, there’s no doubt about that. To give the driver in p2 preferential stops and then act shocked that the undercut that almost always works, worked, is insane. And with such an insane strategy blunder, they put themselves in a lose lose situation.

Oscars say back whilst Lando gets the preferred strategy on multiple occasions and never pushed it or questioned it. Maybe he would’ve asked to swap places back had McLaren never mentioned it, but it would seem out of character.

Let Lando win the race and they’d have tons of people calling them out for blatant favouritism and saying they robbed Oscar of his first win. Let Oscar win and you’ve got the current situation.

Oscar has shown immense consistency and incredible performance for a driver who’s only in his second season, the fact he is that close to Lando and is capable of winning races is a testament to his skill and talent. Don’t let McLaren’s mistakes distract from the incredible driving we witnessed from both of them today. Both drivers are Grand Prix winners, both drivers are capable of maximising points and if they continue like this there’s a genuine shot at the constructors, but maximising points relies on both drivers trusting each other and trusting the team around them.

McLaren fucked up, don’t use that to take away from the drivers.

[tackrusso]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw