#gonna fucking implode before i finish this

[nerosdayinanime]

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[tojirights]

I absolutely love your Alastor smut! Is there anyway you can make one where your Vox’s ex and Alastor decided to somehow show off to Vox how much reader loves his c*ck more?? A special broadcast maybe?? Please keep up the great work!

a/n: i love vox but if there's one thing i love more, its making him feel inferior to alastor 😍 this is soo good. REQUESTS OPEN! 🩷

tags: 18+ smut nsfw!

vox thought alastor couldn't get any worse, there was nothing that shit-for-brains demon could do to enrage him more. that was until valentino told him that alastor had a new pretty little thing hanging on his arm. "he WHAT?!" vox's voice cracks from the sheer force he puts behind those words. valentino snickers, watching vox run to his security room.

and there you were, locked arms with that fucking deer demon, walking down the street. you looked absolutely enthralled with that fucker! "you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he growls, static filling his vision. as if alastor can sense that they're being watched, he winks at the camera and pulls you down a more secluded path. vox puts his fist straight through the screen before pacing around the room. it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before his ears pick up that voice, that shitty radio voice.

"good evening viewers!" alastor begins, making vox's head spin around. the tvs were blank, just audio playing through them. he's about to smash the rest of them when something catches his attention. he swears he hears a familiar noise, your noises specifically. then he hears you panting, and blood rushes to his groin first and then his face. "thank you for tuning into a very special late night broadcast." alastor's voice sounds... breathier.

"what the fuck is-" vox mutters to himself before his eyes go wide. "o-oh god." you moan, sounding far too sexy. and enjoying yourself far too much. "yes alastor, fuck. that's so good." your whines play out, filling the room and vox is just about to lose it. "is alastor fucking your ex?" valentino leans against the doorframe, a smug look on his face. "you’re so tight, my dear. your cunt was made for my cock just as i was made for radio." he laughs to himself, his hands finding your hips as he fucks you over his desk.

this little plan of his was working just as intended. he asked, of course, if you'd be interested in ruffling your exes feathers a little bit and you agreed. this special broadcast was only being shown directly to vox through his security. not a single other soul would be able to hear you but vox. it sent a certain chill up your spine, knowing that he was definitely listening. every thrust of alastor's cock presses you harder into the desk, bruises sure to form later in the evening.

"that's kinda hot, yknow-" "SHUT UP VAL." vox feels as though he's about to implode, anger coursing through him in a way he's sure he's never felt. "i am going to finish him. both of them. they won't live this down."

valentino covers his mouth to stop from laughing. "it sounds like they're about to finish each other." and he was right. your breathy little moans are a dead giveaway. "please, please your cock feels so good. g-gonna cum." vox paces the room, plotting your downfall but his cock is hard as a fucking rock in his pants.

"such a good girl, you are. you sing so pretty my dear." alastor grunts, pressing the head of his cock up against your cervix before he feels you clamp down around him. with every pulse of youe orgasm, alastor follows. "cum alastor, p-please fill my pussy." you gasp, riding out wave after wave of deep pleasure. vox should turn this off, he should walk away but he can't make his feet move.

and after alastor finishes deep inside of you, filling you to the point of it leaking down his cock, he lets out an almost sinister chuckle. "thank you my loyal viewers for tuning in for this one of a kind show! we hope you thoroughly enjoyed."

the room is silent after the broadcast ends. that is, until velvette clears her throat. "was that alastor fucking your bitch?" she raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading over her lips when she sees vox's face.

"no one talk to me. i have business to attend to." and with that, vox disappears, leaving valentino and velvette to themselves.

"bold move, i gotta hand it to him."

[sinsandsuccubus]

Fire & Ice - Urban Wyatt

Context: Like a moth to a flame.

Genre: smut

Word Count: > 1k

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x Fem!Gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity, cunniligus.

a/n: I got high, took one look at this photo, and got horny. This was the end result.

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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Masterlist ☽☾

“Oh my fuck, Urban…” You moaned, tilting your head further up towards the ceiling. You could feel your legs begin to shake, body convulsing with pleasure.

“Mhmmm.” Urban called out into your pussy, sending vibrations up the flesh.

You groaned, whining slightly as he replaced his mouth with his fingertips, rubbing on the sensitive bud.

You hated the fact that he put this blindfold over your eyes, limiting one of your senses. And so, you couldn’t notice the ice cub tucked in his lips, sucking on the frozen cube as he began to lap at your clit.

Your body jolted from the bed, Urban using his hands to pin you down to the bed.

“Fuck Urban, please. You’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna make me cu-.” You couldn’t finish your sentence as your body jolted once more, a swift change from his cold lips to the warmth of his tongue, body growing hot like a flame.

“Mmm.” He moaned once more into your swollen cunt, pulling back as soon as he felt you beginning to pulse around his tongue.

“Urb-“

“Not yet baby, not done playing with you yet."

This continued to go on and on, Urban pushing you closer and closer to the edge, before pulling you right back down.

You swore you were going to implode if he continued this any long. However, that was before he let out a final moan, fingers filling your swollen pussy before the cool sensation on your clit.

He had taken the final ice cube and tucked it between his plump lips, rubbing it over your clit. You yelped, clenching the sheets around you. The contrast between the heat of his tongue and the cold of his lips brought you closer and closer to the edge, faster than you thought.

“Urban, baby I’m gonna-“ He pulled the ice cube back in mouth before mumbling “cum”, immediately pushing you over the edge. You let out a silent scream, feeling your body spazz before letting out a broken moan.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” He spoke, tongue still lapping at your folds.

You didn’t think you could cum as hard again until he pushed the ice cube into your pussy, body immediately begging to shake. Between the cold of the ice cube, and the warmth of his tongue on your clit, you were completely shoved over the edge, another orgasm shaking your core.

And as you came, the ice cube shot out of you, alongside the rapid fluids of your orgasm. You had squirted all over his mouth and neck, body jolting hard.

“Fuck.” Urban muttered, pulling away from your body and loosely rubbing at your clit with his hand, shaking a harder pulse out of you. Your legs fell hard against the mattress as you descended from your high, tugging at your boobs.

Urban kissed your cheeks and forehead, the space between you accompanied by sighs.

“Urban, that was- Holy fuck.”

“I didn’t know you could squirt baby.”

“Neither did I.” The two of you laughed, you leaning up to kiss his lips.

“I love you Y/N…… Y/N…. Y/N…?”

You came out of the trance hard, Urban pulling you back from your daydream with his voice.

“Y/N?” He snapped his fingers in your face, pulling you further to attention. You smacked his fingers out your face, him making a face in return.

“What?”

“I lost you for a second.” He spoke, placing a hand over his chest.

“Are you okay?” He spoke, and you immediately nodded your head.

“Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Last night.” You deadpanned, Urban’s eyes going wide briefly before a smirk appeared on his face.

“Is it my outfit?” You nodded your head, taking your tongue between your lips. He let out a small chuckle before he responded.

“Baby, I don’t even look that good. This outfit is basic as fuck.”

“You're hot Urban. In anything you fucking wear, you look hot. Hell, you could be in nothing but a pair of sneakers and boxers and I’d think you’d look good in it.” His cheeks began to glow pink, flustered before he spoke.

“Want to do it again tonight?” He deadpanned, eyeing you up and down.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

[daisyswift3]

Sorry for disappearing again. I’m popping back on here to give a little update on my life for anyone who cares. August was a really really reallyyy awful month for me. First I was spiraling abt my ex situationship and then the first wk of the semester I started dealing w a lot of harassment from classmates and I realized it was my own “friends” that started it and spread a bunch of awful untrue rumors abt me as well as my private text conversations w them 😃 And the stress from all of that literally caused me to have a psychotic episode and spiral even more so that was fun. I actually came close to ending my life bc it was so bad. I think that was the first time I’ve ever had a full blown psychotic episode and it was absolute hell, like I’ve never been so fucking terrified in my life. I didn’t even know it was possible to have thoughts as dark as the ones I was having. This caused me to fall really behind in my classes so now I’m having to catch up while also being very scatterbrained. And this WAS going to be my last semester but now I’m gonna have to graduate later bc of all of this 🥰 It literally feels like they sabotaged me right before the finish line like I’ve never been so pissed off in my life. But one good thing that came out of it is I’ve now figured out I probably have schizotypal personality disorder or sth similar which would explain why I have such a hard time making friends and maintaining relationships. I think I come off a lot colder than I mean to and so I give ppl mixed signals on accident. It’s kind of awful knowing I’M actually the one that’s caused some of my relationships to implode without meaning to. Like I try soooo hard to be as nice as possible and to listen and be patient w ppl but it’s still somehow never enough bc I’m kinda stoic and am not good at expressing my love for ppl. Like I feel so many things internally but it’s hard for me to show them externally. And I also figured out that I experience apophenia (which can be related to psychosis and schizophrenia) and so I sometimes read way too much into things and see signs and patterns that aren’t there. On one hand it’s great bc it allows me to learn difficult concepts really fast and spot patterns and connections other ppl might not see, but on the other hand it can also cause me to experience psychosis. I’m trying to be more careful now w how delusional I let myself be but I’m not gonna stop analyzing music and I’ll let myself be delulu sometimes as a treat bc life is more fun that way :)) I’ve made several playlists that kind of serve as journal entries since I don’t really journal and that’s the closest thing I have to journaling. These songs are like the soundtrack of my life at the moment

[hhighkey]

Decode // Chapter Five, Close Quarters

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

Story Contains: live action characters, related and non-related one piece plots, unspecified religion, OC is a nun on sabbatical, trauma, violence, age gap (40 v 23), insecurities and self doubts, possessive / protective behavior, kidnapping, true loves, eventual smut

Note: i got noooo idea if demons exist in one piece and didn’t appear so off some searches so gonna chalk it up to powers from a devil fruit. also think I really like this chapter??

Masterlist

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Ocean waves lulled onto the beach as the sun reached its peak, whilst two ships tied and anchored at a makeshift dock. Lounging near the entrance of the sea cave was a company of pirates, ones that belonged to the Red Force. On proud display was that of Luffy’s wanted poster, with alcohol passed around. 

Mihawk eyed his red-haired ‘friend’ warily, finding himself without the want to finish off whatever ale was tossed to him. 

The joy- pride- whatever it was he didn’t quite care, was evident on the crew. Though he’d imagined if the Luffy he met was anything like that as a child, sure the boy would have made a lasting impression. But his mind was elsewhere.

It was coming up to a month since he’d first lay eyes on the woman his heart now belonged to. Perhaps distance truly did make the heart fonder in this case. His memory raced to remind himself of every inch he’d taken in, from her delicate fingers, to supple skin and breathtaking beauty. He wanted to own every part of her, to know every intimate detail of her past, and to understand the inner workings of her mind. Anything to do with her up to the air she breathed he wanted part in. 

It was a sickening line of thought, truly it twisted and burned his chest inside that he’d thought he’d implode at times. But Sabine pulled him into her orbit, dug her innocent little claws in, and he’d be a fool to resist. 

His mind constantly drifted to her from time sailing on the sea, amidst a job, and even before he fell asleep. He wondered what she was up to and where, if she were safe, if she thought about him. He let himself obsessively obsess over someone he met twice, truly knew nothing about and now had to wait for them to make a life changing decision in months time. Setting himself up for failure surely, but high risk brings high reward, he understood that well enough. 

"You usually got your panties in a bunch Hawkeyes- but this is extra.” Shanks stared at Mihawk knowingly as he knocked back his drink. 

"What are you talking about?” Mihawk quipped back, tone biting with a hint of exasperation. 

"Haven't touched your drink."

Mihawk glanced down at the open bottle, liquid slowly warming in his grasp from nursing it, "Please elaborate on your nonsensical ramblings."

Shanks grinned as he took a swig of mead, "I know that face. Only one thing causes men of our stature to look so grim."

"Don't compare us-"

"A girl."

"Fucks sake." Mihawk decided he was done, he’d take no further questions from the red haired imbecile of a pirate. He sat his drink down in the sand uncaring as it tipped, spilling out the amber liquid. He only got a few feet away. 

 "Where's your ring?" Shanks smirked, only having to ask one simple question and Mihawk would know he was beat, knowing how to prod all the right areas to tick Mihawk off.

Mihawk stopped and turned with a fire in his eyes, “Don’t pry in places you have no business.”

“Oh come on,” He laughed drunkenly, “You don’t just give that out!”

It did not matter- the intricacies of what the ring symbolized to Mihawk. Or it shouldn’t have mattered to Shanks who found far too much enjoyment out of his discomfort.

“Don’t use that night, what- a decade ago when I drunkenly told you about what it meant- against me.”

“Yeah yeah.” Shanks waved a hand dismissively, his smirk growing larger by the second. A few of his crew were beginning to listen in, “Come on, a man as distrusting as you wouldn’t give something so precious to a stranger! Or maybe… you did?” 

“Like you know anything about it.” 

Not needing to push anymore, the red haired man shrugged, “Tell me about her.”

“No.”

“I’ll never bother you again!” 

“Liar.”

“Just one thing then you can go. She a pirate? Marine? A sweet girl you saved from an evil pirate?”

Mihawk sighed, ran a handle along the fabric of his jacket then stared right into the depths of Shanks’s soul. 

“She’s a nun.”

The beach went utterly silent. It sounded like even the entirety of the ocean and its inhabitants, and even the air went silent too. Then a booming chorus of loud shouts and laughter drowned the silence out. 

“She’s traveling with Luffy.”

At the mention of Luffy the crew died down again, ears strained to listen.

“What’s he doing with a nun?” Yasopp called over. 

Mihawk would indulge him one more time and wanted to set a record straight before Shanks could say anything about him being a cradle robber, “She’s much older than him by the way, but she’s on sabbatical and he wants to show her the damned world before she goes back. With that strange boy she’s sure to get a show.”

Shanks laughed, “Sounds about Luffy. Pfft well, guess ole’ Mihawk here is gonna have to become a priest! Or celibate the rest of his life, good luck man, you’ll be in my prayers.” And he raised his beer up emphasizing the last word, toasting to Mihawk's ‘doom.’

It was the sudden noise of the little transponder snail he kept safely tucked away that finally gave Mihawk a reason to leave.

Annoyance riddled every bone in his body until the Marine on the other end said a nun wanted to talk to him. It felt like he’d been doused in cold water, fear striking through him at what that could mean. But when he heard her voice, it calmed something inside him. Without a doubt in his mind he’d head to Angelica Island to see her, to aid her in whatever venture she needed him for. It didn’t matter. It could be as simple as needing him to reach an item off a high shelf. Because getting to lay eyes, possibly a hand on her after a month would make it worth it. The two days to get there though would test his patience. 

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Sabine stilled, suddenly deathly aware of the new presence in her room as she opened the door wishing she hadn’t gone out from the way sweat dripped down her nape. Dread pooled in her stomach like molten lava, her pulse hiked the second she stepped onto the premises. Hairs on the back of her neck stood straight, her instincts screaming at her to turn around. But as her gaze caught the figure lounging beside the window with its sheer curtains blowing about in the wind- a surreal calmness washed over her. Her knees buckled but she caught herself on the door frame as her cheeks burned red.

“Mihawk.”

There he sat in all his glory. He wore a simple cream shirt half unbuttoned, his coat and hat lay haphazardly on the bed. And the giant sword leaned resting against a far wall. The sight of him made her stomach churn, made her chest flitter so painfully she desperately wanted to be closer to him. 

“Sabine, dear.”

“You came.” She regained her senses as she shut the door behind her, her back pressed against the wood as she watched him. Watched him in awe as he sat across the room. Awed at the fact he hadn’t lied about his intentions to help her.

“Of course. You called.” 

He said those words so casually, but it makes her burn inside. Like it was the most obvious thing on the planet to him, while she’d been stressing. Sabine called, so of course Mihawk came to her as if she were his light in the depths of the darkest ocean calling to him.

Her head spun from the noxious fumes of the jasmine candle she’d left lit since the morning as she slowly inched forward. And how it swirled with the scents coming in from the window- every sense of hers blazing in sharp awareness. Everything zoomed in on Mihawk who straightened in the loveseat, his pupils dilating as he watched her movements and every breath like it’d be the last.

Sabine took a shuddering breath in as she stood an arms length away from him now, her heart lurching as he stood. Towering over her, enormous and all powerful. Consuming her as she rocked on her feet in a trance as it took every ounce of her not to reach out and touch him. The intrusive need to graze her fingers up the front of his shirt, feel the chiseled muscle that lies underneath and his radiating warmth. 

Biting her lip, she looked away wishing she could hurl into a ball and hide.

“Hi.” She squeaked out, “I didn’t know you were here. See, I’d gone for a walk, was too anxious waiting around cooped up in here.”

“I would have been earlier, but I ran into some difficulties.”

“Oh! Is everything okay?” 

“Yes.”

Unsure what to say she simply nodded, his level tone told her not to push further. Her room felt like a flurry of nerves consumed it raking along her skin, soft whispers scraping at the back of mind as she tried to calm herself. Nervous about how to behave around him. Nervous on what to even say. Nervous about if she looked presentable! All her practiced words she’d recited over and over since the sun went up, were flown right out the open window beside her. Mind filled with mush. 

A soft chuckle emanated past his lips as he delicately touched the side of her arm, careful to not scare her, to test the waters. 

“Little dove, why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Start from the beginning.” 

She nodded appreciating the directness as it gave her something to do, “Y-Yeah, one second.”

A thick notebook laid at her bedside, one she’d scribbled in all night trying to clearly navigate her thoughts. The story was long, possibly confusing, and frankly she didn’t know where to begin when she finally sat down to write. To write the thoughts she kept locked away inside felt like a personal betrayal of some sorts, that telling paper before an actual person was wrong. 

“I wasn’t sure how much you needed to know, it was almost therapeutic writing it all down, I don’t know if I’ve told anyone it all before.” She leafed through the pages, embarrassment leaking through. Intimate thoughts, intimate details written that she’d let him see because at this point she was desperate. Or she wanted him to. That if he was claiming to want her, then he needed to know her before following through.

Remembering his words of sweet possession, revering attention made her stomach lurch and flutter. A beast roaring inside her she’d never felt until Mihawk. How it blazed and consumed her thoughts with him, with daydreams and a childish obsession a girl holds when she’s young. Because she didn’t know him!

Shaking her head to force herself out of a heedless spiral, she went and handed him the notebook. 

“I’d rather not have to speak any of it.” 

Sabine sat on the edge of the bed, watching him. She chewed on her bottom lip, feeling sick and unable to tear her eyes off him as he began reading. The only reason she told Luffy and the crew a few days ago about the gist of her past, was the heat of the moment. Sabine would have needed a whole bottle of wine to even consider talking about the whole story. 

To a pirate of his status, power, it probably meant nothing, Mihawk may think she was weak or overdramatic. But this was her life, she knew nothing else than her confined and confusing existence. 

Mihawk’s golden eyes read every word she’d written, even the ones she crossed out, with an acute concentration. 

‘I was 15 when father made me leave home. I don’t know if it was bad luck, but I believe it was him who brought the pirate to our doorstep. I believe he paid him to take me to the Monastery, then to kill mother. I still remember how the pirate laughed, calling father weak for not taking mother’s place but I think it was all part of his plot. What pirate takes a girl and drops her off at a Monastery? Few months before, father had become a fanatic over religion, believing we’d all been living in sin and needed to be a better family. I think he went crazy. Who knows- I surely don’t, but I wish mother took his place and I was never sent away.

Out of the 8 years I spent at the Monastery, which I could write a whole novel on the things that took place but wouldn’t know where to begin, I only left the isle once. Last year I came to Angelica Island, this one, with a Bishop because the matriarchs believed I needed a break. I found myself in a precarious position three years ago, a deacon had pried his way into my life in an inappropriate manner (I will not further explain as he’d inconsequential now). I’d always forced myself to believe I was doing a service through my work of prayer and confession, all the strict schedules and confining education- all for this wretched island to flush it all away. I genuinely believed there was a demon here causing people to take their lives violently, drawing them to insanity, that it needed to be sent back to hell. I believed it, I mean I saw the lady with the black eyes, I saw all the dark swirls, saw the blood she left, and felt her claw like nails on me. How was it not real? Even the marines had no leads. But the man she supposedly possessed who was showing strange behavior, I had to be the one to finish the exorcism as it killed the Bishop. All the terror stopped. I thought it was done!

I went back to the Monastery and for months I woke in fits of screams and horrible nightmares. I’d feel her choking grasp, couldn’t be in the dark, I was jumpy, changed. I always thought I was a fairly level headed person, liking to follow directions even if I hated it. Thought I could be a role model, a good nun, but over the last 8 years I could never take my permanent vows while most have over the years. So now I find myself here once again after feeling the most free and light since the start of my sabbatical. I don’t want to be here but clearly it drew me back for a reason, out of all the possibilities of islands to stop, why this one? I couldn’t leave with the crew when they planned to after a few days, I had to stay. I went to the archive in the religious sector of the town, met with the cardinal I trust who had helped last year. After meeting Luffy and finding out about devil fruits, these wild magical powers, I felt something gnaw at me. In long forgotten books are articles, journal entries, timelines of correlation in demonic activity and someone who’s eaten a devil fruit. I mean- I couldn’t imagine the matriarch seeing Luffy stretch out and not think he was possessed! And someone who could have those powers to possess or use ghosts, turn into that thing- wouldn’t that be more plausible? 

I’m ranting, I know, but it’s making me doubt even more. I feel guilty. I don’t think there’d ever been a demon. Just powers and violent happenings from someone with abilities that we don’t understand. The church is good at fear mongering I’ve noticed and all it takes is someone who has a strong opinion and is loud, people do crazy things out of fear. I think there is an actual person behind all this- Mihawk if you are reading, that is why I called you.’

Mihawk closed the notebook, humming to himself before he looked at Sabine. His eyes provided her with an unspoken understanding or support, she at least liked to think so. While normally able to tell when judgment existed within someone from the different sorts of people she had to spend time with due to the state of her occupation- with Mihawk that was different. She cared what he thought of her, far too much than she wanted to admit for only having been around him twice. Now three times. 

“I see. I think there is a plausible possibility of your hunch being correct. Much about devil fruits we don’t understand, or the type of powers they can give or even how they are activated. But you are not talking to a man of faith, I would rather believe in a realistic answer.”

“I’m glad you don’t think this is all foolish.” She straightened, heart thumping.

“I will look into it myself, from a less religious aspect however. A person behind this would be more logical, but I want to see reports from last year and logs from your time.” 

“That makes sense, we could get that information from Cardinal Joseph tomorrow, he’s very good in secretarial duties.”

“Have you asked the marines if there are suspicious reports of deaths lately? Or sightings?”

“No…” 

“The cardinal you mentioned, has he noticed anything strange within the community?”

“Yes and no.” Sabine flushed, ears red in embarrassment as she shifted, “We’ve been meeting, pouring through books but most aren’t helpful. I have notes further in my notebook. While nothing has happened like a year ago, he says he has felt unnerved. Said he’d been considering writing to me to see if I was doing okay, or felt the same, that maybe we were wrong.” 

He was thinking and she was waiting for him to plunge the knife in that she was ridiculous, and a fool to call him for this. It did not come. 

“You said you’ve felt light on your sabbatical, freer since you’d joined the church, whether you only meant to imply it innocently. I want you to feel that way once again.”

“So you’ll help?” She asks more excitedly than intended. Her body language changed and he enjoyed watching how her pupils expanded, shoulders relaxed, and a smile pulled at her lips.

“Yes.” Only for her. 

A weight released off her, one she hadn’t realized was there until that moment. The look she gave him was genuine, filled with thanks as she took a breath able to suck in air more than the airy gasps she’d been surviving off. 

It was late afternoon, almost evening but Sabine could have slept until morning. A small crash in adrenaline, she fell back onto the bed, her legs hanging off where her knees hinged. 

“Such a relief you’re here.” She rubbed her eyes as she stared at the ceiling.

The floorboards creaked under his heavy steps, she couldn’t see them but his eyes dominated along her form. He stopped at the sight of a necklace chain that hadn’t been there before. It sat below her garments. 

“Sit up,” His smooth voice tickled the back of her mind and she immediately obeyed. She pushed herself up on her forearms and gazed up at him with half lidded eyes. 

Closer. His legs just brushed against her knees. She held her breath, the sound of pumping blood decimated within her head as all other noise went silent. 

Mihawk had to lean down to reach her neck, where he looped a finger under the chain to pull it out from under her garbs. 

“I see you’ve been wearing my ring.”

“Yes.” She blushed furiously, her tongue darting across her lower lip, “It doesn’t fit any of my fingers though.”

“I do not doubt that.” It pleased him greatly to see her not only with it, treasuring it, but wearing it. It stroked the possessive tendencies that suddenly surged through him, the sudden emotions it wracked through his nerves and climbed under his skin, “How often does it get to grace this chain around your neck?”

Sabine stilled, breath caught before she admitted under her breath, “Everyday.”

His lips quirked and an impulsive thought popped into his mind. He quickly said, “I should go,” as he dropped the ring so it fell back to her chest, needing to move. He barely got a few strides away. 

“No- Stay in here. Or maybe they could move us to a room with double beds? I can’t be here alone at night anymore, I wake up crying like there’s a presence over me.” Sabine’s bottom lip jutted out, a plea falling from her lips as panic surged through her, “If you’re here I’ll feel safer. I only ask for genuine reasons, nothing nefarious I swear.”

“I know, don’t fret.” He reassured, but mainly reassuring himself that staying in the same room as her was a good idea. 

No matter how patient and strict of a man he was in training or in battle- in life, she suddenly changed that. Sabine was honest, that was clear of her character even when he first met her at Baratie. Mother-like in a sense, clearly conscious of others and her surroundings. Precious. Easy to break- something he’d never allow to happen. 

“Alright. I’ll go ask for a cot, how about that?” That pleased her greatly that she didn’t come off like a desperate woman doing this to bed him. Though she couldn’t blame anyone for trying, even her own thoughts betrayed her as she’d graze along his pale skin and corded muscle, a chest and abdomen so thick and defined it didn’t matter it was covered by a shirt. And without his long coat on she could see his powerful thighs straining against the material, making her wonder just how much of his life was dedicated to the art of his sword. 

“You will take the bed, I will take the cot.” Mihawk added sternly, though she saw through that as nothing more than banter. She smiled, nodding before skipping out the room. He was moments away from telling her not to leave his sight, but he shut his mouth and let her run her little errand. 

As nightfall fell over the city on Angelica Island, Sabine methodically locked every window making sure to stuff spare linens so no draft could sneak its way in. A habit she’d had for years. A distrust for people perhaps, or surroundings, or that she’d spent years shivering in her bed as a girl. And the Monastery was nothing if not a wretched old place with a frigid draft that had Sabine always on the lookout for extra blankets. 

Mihawk watched her with fond curiosity, teasing words dancing on his tongue that he wouldn’t yet speak. Her movements were frantic, though it was clear she didn’t see the behavior as worrisome. She kept checking the locks and he itched to tell her to sit, to relax. But this moment gave him the perfect chance to learn more about her, to study her and put it to memory. 

“You’re not cold are you?” She asked him, huffing from the amount of times she’d paced the room. 

“I’m not.” He thought carefully, “It’s late, you should rest.”

She nodded, “Mhmm, yeah. I haven’t been sleeping much lately.”

“I can tell.”

“You see, besides my weeklong job here last year, I hadn’t slept in a room by myself in years. I’ve always had roommates at the Monastery and on the ship I room with Nami. With others in the room I have to force my brain to sleep so as to not bug the other person. Alone, it’s unsettling, I don’t like it.” She said quickly, tripping over her words as she tried to explain. 

Mihawk stood from the lounge chair, “You- sit on the bed. You’re making me anxious watching you flit around.”

Sabine shivered under his commanding gaze as he sat on her bed, patting the spot beside him. She pushed her messy hair back behind her ears and as she sat she smoothed down her nightgown, suddenly very aware how thin the material was. Suddenly filled with shame to be wearing such a thing around him as an unmarried woman, self consciousness making her stomach twist tight. 

His large fingers comb thoughtfully through her hair, carefully feeling the way each strange felt between his fingers. The softness of her brown locks, a faint smell of soapy lilac wafting from it. 

Dutifully he began to part her long hair into three sections, basking in the way her skin would erupt in goosebumps as he ghosted along it as he worked. 

Taken aback she quickly asked, “You can braid hair?” 

“It’s not difficult. And now you won’t have a bird's nest come morning.” 

“Should I be offended by that?” She teased, loving the way his fingers felt as they stroked along her nape and braided the strands. 

“No. Now tell me why you obsessively check locks, shove cloth into cracks, then check again and again.” 

“Why?” Heart amiss as it pounded in her chest, she felt dumb asking why but her mind was slowly turning to much as his fingers worked. She’d never thought a man would braid her hair, nonetheless a warlord of the sea. 

“I want to know everything about you. What makes you tick. Anything or anyone who’s caused you damage whether emotional or physical. What colors do you prefer? Do you prefer sweet or salty food?”

“Will you tell me all the things there is to know about you too?”

“Yes. Anything I ask I would be willing to answer in return. Do you have a hair tie?”

“Nightstand. And you don’t seem very open... In general.”

“I am not.” He leaned to grasp the black band, carefully looping it around the end of the braid leaving about two inches.

“Why did you become a pirate?” She shifted upon his completion, instinctively feeling her head and hair. Facing him now she was as pink as the evening sky while he was an impenetrable wall as he watched her. 

“What do you consider a pirate to be? In your own words.”

“I dunno, someone who travels by ship that is against the world government, steals and murders I guess? A pirate seems to be someone who wants the One Piece at this point, Gold Roger really changed everything.”

Mihawk hummed, thinking over her words, “I don’t particularly care for the antics of it all, I especially do not care to terrorize islands of people to rule over like some. I care about my pride of being the world’s greatest swordsman, besting foes as I please, and one day hopefully meet the one who will surpass me. My occupation as a warlord helps keep the marines out of my way, they’re a nuisance at best.”

“You’re a lone wolf.” She tried to tease again but a sudden yawn came over her as sleep began to drag her down. 

“I don’t talk about my past or my reasoning for most decisions with anyone, but I wanted to return the favor as you allowed me to read your notebook.”

“I hope it wasn’t too intimate?”

“No, it allowed me insight into you, I hope I’ve done the same. Now have you finished your nighttime routine or is there more to do?”

“Yes, it’s done.” Her chest swelled even as her eyelids grew heavy. 

“Then lay down, I will stay up until you fall asleep.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me questions?” Sabine inquired as he helped her get underneath the covers. A tingling sense of safety washed over her from how delicately he treated her. Like a precious treasure the way he tucked her in, hand smoothing the wrinkles of the blanket over her form. 

“Not tonight. Sleep, tomorrow we’ll speak with the marines.”

“Alright, fun.”

Her words soon slurred together as she attempted to chat his ear off about unintelligible nonsense he simply hummed responses to. She was nervous, he could practically feel the way her pulse hitched as he got close, or how her pupils would dilate. The extra time between responses as she was overthinking her own words. 

He glanced around, only the dim light of the lamp beside him illuminating the room, she’d insisted he leave it on. There were no words to describe Sabine’s beauty in his eyes. In the month since he’d seen her he’d recount her face in his memory, but being able to see each detail, was like seeing her for the first time again. And she was still stealing his heart like she had the moment he eyed her from across the bar. 

Mihawk settled onto the cot that night, careful to be silent so as not to wake Sabine. He’d be damned if he were to ruin her first night of peaceful sleep now that she felt safe. Safe. She wanted his presence. She could have called back Luffy and co, but wanted him. The fact of it quenched the fire within him that wanted to claim her as his own, knowing that while he was still very much a stranger, he gave her solitude. 

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posted: july 18 2024

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[ihateapbiology]

It’s A Date

Part 2 to Well Well Well

You rubbed your eyes and stretched and turned to your right… no Julien. You can still see the indentation of her body on the futon. “Fuck, well if she went back up to her room this is gonna be hella awkward.” You start to collect the few things you have and fumble for your phone to call an Uber. You check the outlet forgetting if in your tired haze last night you plugged it in but instead you find Julien’s block of an iPhone 5. You laugh to yourself and then think “wait wouldn’t she have brought her phone up?” If on cue you hear from behind you “morning sunshine.” You turn to see her holding two plates of food and two cups- well trying to hold it. You walk over to help her carry it all. Food a la Julien has always been your favorite.

“Thank you so much Julien wow you didn’t have to do that” you grin.

“no no i love cooking it was my pleasure” she responds.

“You fell asleep so fast last night” you tease digging into the food.

“It’s easy to sleep when you feel safe and comfortable” she says with a smile but the shocked look on her face after she realized what she said makes you take mercy on her and not press it.

“I’m loving this new house Jules you’re an official grownup it feels like.”

She beams “thanks I bought it last year I mean the realtor showed it to me and it was immediate. The windows are just like the ones we talked about.”

You nod and remember back in your guys’s small little Nashville apartment spending nights surfing Zillow joking about buying one of the fancy houses.

Julien continues “so with your fancy new job you gonna buy an apartment in DC and Nashville or…?”

“Yeah I’ve thought a lot about it and it just makes the most sense I mean I could get a dingier place in DC cause I’ll be there less and then hopefully a nicer one in Nashville.”

“That job sounds like it’s gonna be gettin you some good money huh?”

You blush and nod “mhm”.

She grins “so we’re both basically official grownups then huh?”

You swallow and nod and think to yourself grownups should be able to talk about their feelings. “Julien?”

She gives a half smile “I can tell where this next sentence is going.”

You smile “do you think breaking up was necessary?”

She sighs “Do I think it was absolutely 100% the only feasible option? No. Do I think it was okay in the long run and it had some benefits? Sure. I think it allowed both of us to make significant bounds in our respective careers without the stress of a long distance relationship. I think it also allowed us to look back at eachother fondly and not have to watch our beautiful relationship slowly dissipate and have resentment grow.”

You nod “I agree with everything you said I just..there were so many times in the past 3 years when I would know that whatever moment I was celebrating would’ve been 100x better with you.”

She gives a sad smile “me too y/n me too but I mean what’s that phrase distance makes the heart grow fond? From what I can tell you’re still an amazing woman and you’ve really matured. I mean hell you’re talking about your feelings.”

You laugh and rebuttal “let’s focus on how YOU are talking about YOUR feelings…I miss you Jules.”

“I miss you too y/n very much.”

You two sit in silence before Julien speaks up.

“I don’t know how to phrase this cause I’ve never done it before but could I get to know you again? Could I take you out some time?”

I grin covers your entire face “yes I’d like that a lot.”

She grabs her phone “what’s your number? Is it still the same or?”

“It’s changed here…Jules can that phone take another contact without imploding” you tease, you secretly loved her phone.

“Hey hey hey don’t make fun of my girl” she grins and types in the number you give her.

You guys finish your breakfast and you put on your clothes from last night to go to leave.

She laughs “I am not sadistic I’m not gonna force you to Uber or walk while lookin like you are doing the walk of shame.”

You blush “oh thank you yeah I didn’t need that embarrassment at 10 am.”

She brings you a hoodie and some shorts.

“Thank you!”

“No problem but now it forces you to see me again” she smiles.

“trust me I wouldn’t need a reason” you grin as you open the door “you better text me Baker.”

She smiles “well how about you text me where you’re staying now and we go to dinner tonight if you’re free.”

You nod “it’s a date.”

[until-another-one-comes]

I usually don't like having a solid theory on a piece of media before it's finished because I don't want to get my hopes up too much, but at this point I can't ignore this.

More and more people are pointing out and realising that Miguel broke the dimension he was in because he purposely infiltrated a dimension he doesn't belong in and took the place of another version of him, thus fucking up the place and being the real anomaly. His presence there was what caused the dimension to implode.

The real lesson is: Don't fuck around in other people's dimension, NOT 'Don't mess up the 'canon' in your own dimension' but he doesn't realise this (whether purposely cus guilt or he truly doesn't realise it). You can't mess up your own dimension by going against canon. If that was the case, Miles' dimension would've imploded a long time ago if he 'wasn't supposed to be Spiderman' (and if he isn't supposed to be spiderman, then doesn't that mean he HAS no canon to even follow in the first place??). But it hasn't. Miles' dimension is perfectly fine before the Spot came in.

Obviously I have no idea how the next movie is gonna go, nor do they have to follow what a random person on the internet is saying, but this theory makes so much sense. I sincerely hope this will be revealed in Beyond The Spiderverse as the big plot realisation and I hope it will be mind blowing.

[thelanor-s-astame]

Hollow Knight Resurrected really helped me get out of a massive writing slump when it started releasing, and has since been a huge boost of inspiration for the past couple of years. This series has been nothing but a lot of fun to watch, and I've enjoyed it alongside your analyses as well (especially the Ori ones, those are a riot).

That being said, which episode would you say you're the most proud of script-wise? And how long did you initially plan HKR to be early on? Did anything deviate from your initial ideas?

Absolutely love hearing this! I'm real glad I could make something that could inspire someone else's writing! Like, it's shocking to me! And I'm sorry for the lack of updates. My entire life kinda imploded last year and I've been trying to put it back together. But I do intend to finish this thing (I've also been learning how to animate in blender which is a huuuuuge door opener that kind of allows me to do literally anything, including a few scenes that I just had no idea how I was gonna do.) So as far as script-wise, Absolutely gotta be the Grimm special. A lot of the episodes have Charlie just walking around and most of those bits are just jokes that came to my brain while either playing to get the footage, or while I'm looking at it on a timeline. Whereas most of the dialogue bits are the ones I write. The Grimm Special, is mostly dialogue. So that *entire thing* was script, which I hadn't done before, and on top of that it was enough script to fill almost 90 minutes! There's also just a lot going on, particularly w/regaurd to generational differences and how each of the Troupe deals with Grimms Plan and how it absolutely isn't going to pan out. And it changed pretty quickly from early on just because I didn't have a hellova lot of initial ideas. Like the first time charlie mentions getting to "The Bottom" is in like the 3rd episode. I didn't think to give the boy a goal until halfway through editing that one lmao. Most everything else has gone according to plan. Biggest surprise was actually the Grimm episode because until a month before I made it I had no fuckin' clue what to do with Grimm and His Boys until I remembered a throwaway line I gave to cloth about the "Iridescent Neo-streetfighting movement" (A play on the Italian Neo-realist movement. Because all of the fighting history is just simplified film history I put new words on top of And was like "You know, I could just take that and make that Grimms Circus act... But if that's the case... well so after that the big thing the Italian Film Industry got into was Spagetti Westerns, and then a little later Giallo so... Oh fuck Rodeos and Giallo is just The Weird Bloody Fighting Grimm Does for An Audience" And went from there. But aside from that there hasn't honestly been a tone of deviation from the original ideas I'd set in place since episode 3. Mostly I've just added bits and pieces here and there. Exept for maybe a lot of Hornet's stuff. This was meant to be a quick, few episode series as a prelude to the Silksong Videos i was Bound to have been finished with by now lmaaaaaaao Some stuff in particular was this idea that Hornets deal is that she can essentially See the internal song of someone, and that was going to be, like, a huge combat thing. Similar to how Charlie keeps changing his name, Hornet would keep trying to find a different song. Bringing back the My Body Is A Cage meme, and eventually having it switch to Swimmers by Zero 7 as she realizes she found her home and is ready to move on from Hallownest. I was going to make the Silksong videos the First Series Like This I did. But it's taking it's time and so am I so I s'pose I can't complain. Swear I'm the only human being on the planet who wipes a little sweat off my brow every time we *don't* get a release date. It's like "OH THERE'S STILL TIME FOR ME TO FINISH MY THING!"

[tiffanytoms]

20 Questions

Okay, sorry for how procrastinator-y I was (no seriously, it's shameful how far I had to scroll, ahah) but THANK YOU to @chiechie97 and @practicecourts for tagging me in this! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10 😄

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

*quickly learns how AO3 works* 914,127… wait. Really?? 🤯 Well shit, okay 💅

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Jily 🥰

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Enemy Within

What Are You Doing to Me?

Whatever You Say, Professor

Baby Bird

Right Reasons

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Fuck yeah! I love chatting! It still blows my mind that ppl want to talk about one of my hobbies with me 🤣

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooooo. I think Wickedly Twisted will take the cake, but that ending is still solely in my head for now. Wait, no, nvm, I literally wrote Jily DYING in WAYDTM. Sooo yeah. Probably that.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oo! Okay. Well I’m still gonna write an epilogue for WYSP that gonna be so sugary sweet it’ll spread diabetes, but otherwise it’s probably a 3-way tie between Chicks Dig Scars, Magic James, or Baby Bird bc they all end on the implication that Jily will then ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

*Blinks so slowly time stands still* Yeah, but only if they’re that good.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

*Grins so quickly the world implodes* Hell yeah! The dirty, filthy, wonderful kind! (Idk, it depends on the fic!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I guess so? Bc RR is based off of The Bachelor 🌹

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yuuuuup. Had one scene ripped off so blatantly (like, almost all the elements) that it honestly put me off reading too many other ppl’s Jily stories for a bit, bc I really never want to put another author thru that. Now I can 💯 percent guarantee that all my ideas and the scenarios are my own. Sucks though, bc obviously I’m here bc I love reading Jily. (I’ll definitely go back to reading when I’m not in the midst of writing 2 stories though.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had ppl ask, but I don’t know if they ever followed through!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope! I think my way of doing things would honestly drive someone else insane, soooo I’m fine with going it alone 😅

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Jily 😍

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Well that’s just rude. (I’d never not finish, I’m far too stubborn. Fuck you.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Obsession, psychology, and an insatiably horny zest for life!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Impatience. I think sometimes good things take time, and I’m over here too bored to write the boring bits 😆

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

That’s cool

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First one I published was SMALLVILLE, but I think I had a very angsty childhood day where I wrote a whole scene about how much Harry hated Vernon and honestly it was very disturbingly graphic and yeah. Glad I’m more into smut these days! 😁😇😁

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Aaaah! Hm. 🤔 Okay. That’s a toughie. For my heart and soul, I’d say WAYDTM, bc honestly, I really do feel like I poured all my feelings into that one. But from a purely writing standpoint, EW, bc it just all came together, and I know the storyline is legit, and I feel like I had ppl obsessed with it and it was really nice! 😅

[princessnijireiki]

money is such a funny thing, bc it's always simultaneously way less and way more than you would think, too.

like there's the easy joke of $5, $20, $100 is HUGE when you're a kid or young adult, but I also fairly recently was in a position where I had like $1K in the bank (in a sweet spot between a TON of major bills hitting) and it was like oh wow so $1K is a lot until it VERY SUDDENLY ISN'T bc it only STAYS a lot if your needs are already met. if your needs surpass your means, or frankly, you've been scraping by below or within your means but really shouldn't have been, that shit evaporates in an instant. car, teeth, emergency vet bills, food. poof!

or I saw a hypothetical, would you rather know every language on earth fluently, or get $3 million dollars? and I had to crunch the numbers, because if you work every year from 18 to 78 (as in well past retirement age/at the end of a lot of people's projected lifespan), you'd have to make $50K per year AFTER taxes, every year for 60 years, to earn an ACCUMULATED $3 million. at $30K/year, you'd have to work 100 years.

and then, the flipside of that is, unless you die at exactly those ages, peacefully and in perfect health, how many people still struggle to make ends meet at $30-50K even when they ARE young and healthy? what's that look like in a hurricane, or after a car wreck, a disability, having a pet, having a KID, a marriage, a divorce, a funeral? how many people make $30-50K and when that check engine light comes on, or their child needs braces, or grandma needs a home health aide, or they get injured or sick and need to take FMLA, they realize that one thing now has them financially fucked? how many people making $30-50K per year do you know who have 6 months' worth of expenses set aside in an emergency savings account?

meanwhile, for $3,000,000, that money as a lump you don't have to touch or live paycheck to paycheck on also means you can accumulate interest, invest money, and so on. the access to lifetimes of funds to provide ease to this one life is a huge privilege most of us will never, ever know, and then you find out some stupid as fuck movie or commercial campaign cost tens or hundreds of millions. those rich people who got squished in the idiot submarine... lifetimes of wealth between them and their imploding stupid boat.

and so you look at all that, and you look at what medical debt looks like, or recovery from a fire or something, and once you see enough of that, the lottery fantasy answers get a lot more boring. like, I'd still have to finish this degree, get and keep a job to carry insurance and max out my retirement— maybe a flexible enough job that you grind for a few years to replace your house's down payment in the lump sum, then pull mortgage, utilities, insurance, etc. out of that interest, and the job income is pure health insurance, 401K, and takeout/walking around money. you pay your debts, help take care of a handful of loved ones, retire them early or pay off a house (over time, so the interest can still accrue on a bigger amount of money than the new sum from X minus $house). splurge on a vacation every so often. set up a college fund for a few kids, or neices, or nephews, or cousins.

and then it's like... go fishing. eat well! learn to sleep without fear of poverty, I don't know. know that if the money can grow, it can help a LOT of people feel safe, and that succumbing to the emotional urge to take care of everybody before that egg can grow bigger is what keeps people in multigenerational poverty, and that it's gonna mean things don't get to be easy for you mentally, emotionally, or even in terms of labor unless you're cashing out your chips right now to take care of yourself (which is also valid!). pick a charity every year to make their day.

and it's bonkers that $3mil feels like such a real number compared to some of these lotteries or very wealthy people/their property in the world, that even though it's cartoonishly out of reach, among the stars, it feels like, "is it even that much?" and like... yes, it very much is lmao, even though if you're under 50 it's not guaranteed "never have to work again" money. but that also means it's not "buy a castle & become a beekeeper slash professional poet as my only sources of income" big dreams & fantasies money, either.

[vanilla-c0c0]

William Rex route - ch. 4 summary

All possible disclaimers are valid! I'm not a mother tongue speaker and I'm doing this for fun. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. These two are gonna drive me crazy btw. Also I linked another blog’s summary of William’s ch.0 towards the end, when he mentions the way she looked at him the first time they met. It gives a lot of insight of what’s going on in his head.

The morning after the social gathering, MC is greeted by Liam in the dining room as she joins him and Harrison for breakfast. Liam asks MC how her date with William went, and as soon as she hears those words, her memory is sent back to the night prior. When William proposed to commit one sin, he actually took the back of her hand and lightly kissed it; it was similar to the respectful greeting noblewomen receive, but MC's face became all red.

William: "Kissing without asking for permission is a fine sin. You can write about this in your report to her Majesty."

MC: "Ah....... Ehm........ Ah............... t-thank you"

Describing such a "sin" in the report is.... In the end, the report was not submitted. MC feels as if she has failed her duty, both because she couldn’t get any results and because Liam used the word "date". Liam's voice brings her back to the present, and in front of her dazed and embarrassed stuttering, Harrison scolds the other man saying that he doesn't need to ask her to see that it went well; ever since she stepped into the room, "yesterday was fun" is written all over her face. MC questions this, and Harrison explains that he doesn't have any reason to be making it up, after all, most of the people who go out with William are like this. MC figures that William must go out with a lot of people then, and proof of it is in the popularity he demonstrated the day before. He doesn't hesitate to support the people he likes, and perhaps she's just lucky to be considered one of them. Harrison reminds her to be careful: Will loves others easily, but his love is like rain to the plants, one can get addicted too easily. Does he mean that in a romantic sense? Surely, William is not the kind of madman MC first thought him to be, but falling in love is a completely different matter. He kills people and is destined to meet a tragic end... falling for him is too dangerous.

Alfons and Elbert arrive to the dining room, and Liam notes that it's rare to see the latter join them for breakfast. Alfons says that he would be troubled if Elbert passed away, so every once in a while he needs to make sure he gets something to eat. Harrison jokes that despite him having a lot of material desire, he never has any sort of appetite; what's wrong with that body of his? Alfons sits across MC, and Elbert next to her; the blond avoids the food and only drinks water with sliced lemons in it. MC wonders if he's sick, and while she's unintentionally staring at his face, the man stares back at her. "Did something good happen? You.... look more beautiful than yesterday." Being called beautiful by the man who's obsessed with the epitome of beauty makes MC implode with embarrassment. Alfons wonders if MC is also gonna end up as one of the many objects in the other’s room, and Elbert replies that yes, if she's what he's been looking for. MC: (if he likes me, will he stuff me and lock me up?) (note: the word is 剥製 which means stuffing/mounting???😭girl what). The others comment that her imagination is not too far off from what the reality of things would be, but they have never seen Elbert put a human being away in his room. MC says that she's probably not what he's been looking for! And Alfons (note: this fucking bastard) agrees, as "the most beautiful in the whole world" would be an overestimate. Anyway, MC still thinks that she hasn't changed much from yesterday, so she finishes up her breakfast and stands up to go and find William in order to observe him today, too. Without her saying anything, Liam guesses that she's planning to go look for him because she's smiling, thus shocking MC who simply denies it and exits the room.

She goes to his room but no one answers the door when she knocks. As she's standing there, thinking on where else to look for, she hears a beautiful piano melody drifting through the corridors. She follows it and ends up in the music hall, where William is sat at the grand piano playing the same song from yesterday's social gathering. MC doesn't really want to interrupt him, but he soon stops playing; William admits that he was playing to lure her out, so she has nothing to feel sorry for. The two of them greet each other, but MC's voice comes out a bit shaky, probably because the other's comments on how much she has changed are still at the front of her mind.

MC: "From tomorrow, please let me know of your schedule beforehand so that I know where I can find you."

William: "Ahah, will you look for me?"

MC: "Of course. It's our duty to act together."

William: "I see, so it's a duty."

[Player choice: I chose 何か問題がありますか？ = Is there anything wrong? -> +4 Romantic/blind love +2 dramatic/twisted love]

William: "No? No problem. For now."

MC admits to herself that whenever she talks to this guy, she always seem to get restless. She compliments his piano skills, and he invites her to come closer if she's interested. Again, she gets the feeling that accepting his invitation is dangerous, but she does so anyway, and before she knows it she's sitting next to him before the grandpiano. "Imitate me and play." MC has never played the piano, but he's sure she can manage. He starts off with a simple melody that MC repeats, in the meantime William plays a different one, and the sound is beautifully harmonised. Whenever she's next to him, she feels as if the world is entirely different; she's unknowingly dragged onto the stage, and maybe going back to being mere audience is impossible. Is it a good or bad thing for her?

William: "What is your number one wish right now?"

The girl's concentration starts waning just like the melody, and her answer is that she'd like to go back to her peaceful everyday life. "Really? When I saw you during you "calm daily life", you had a very wistful look on your face." She denies it; working a worthwhile job and going to the theater once in a while... that kind of thing made her happy. Sure, she sometimes thought that with a single step forwards, her life could change completely, but she has never felt that something was lacking so much to the point she was wistful. The weight of the notebook in her pocket suddenly increases, and she stops playing the piano.

MC: "Why do you think I'm so greedy? You don't know anything about me."

William: "Mh, I wonder why."

William's accompaniment also suddenly stops, and silence takes over. "It's exactly because I do not know that I want to know. That evening, you looked at me with such eyes... Why is it that you're obsessed with that "everyday life" of yours, to the point of concealing yourself? (note: he uses a very strong word that can also mean "to crush/stifle to death" ; he means that MC completely suffocates her true self and real emotions) Tell me what you want." MC's heart aches; he's staring at her with those red eyes of his, looking for something that not even she knows of. "Why do you want to know?"

William: "Because I'm interested in you. Any other reason would simply be an excuse."

Suddenly, she realises how close they are, the tip of their noses almost touching. His scent of roses invades her senses, making her heart thump loudly. Once more, she's assailed by that feeling. She wants to run away. She needs to run away. His voice, his eyes, they're trying to dig deep into her body and expose something. William smiles kindly, as if seeing through her impatience and brings his lips to her ear.

William: "...let's start with something a little more basic."

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[loser-female]

How do I get out of freeze mode ? I'm genuinely fucking paralyzed in bed i can't move I feel like I'm gonna implode

If you're referring to freeze mode as in the trauma response unfortunately this is over my pay grade - I'm a flee girl and I don't think I ever did anything in my therapy regarding it.

If you're talking about "I can't do anything because brain doesn't work" there are few tricks. They might work or not, some of these are useless to me but a lot of people find it useful.

1. The 5 seconds rule. So you tell yourself: I'm going to get up in 5 seconds and start counting from there. Apparently this should kind of give you the start. This only started to work for me once I got my ADHD meds and I started to tell myself "you do X. Now". I know it sounds stupid but 🤷

2. Is there something that puts you in the mood? Like I play chess, so I generally might want to watch some chess related content before I play. It kinda gives me motivation. I overuse this trick actually. It doesn't make me a better player, just one that actually starts playing. It makes me think "cool beans, should I do this too?"

3. If you're in bed because you have many many things you have to do and don't know where to start I have two things I use: public to do lists and goblin tools.

The first one means I make a sanitised st of the things I should be doing in places like the r/ADHD discord, any discord related to productivity or I even did on this blog. This gives me a start and a finish.

The second one is a website that's based on chat GPT. You enter the input of something you should be doing (you can select the level of details and depth) and it will return you an already compiled list. It suffers from "American bias" imho (like it assumes my house is designed like an American house). I use this for chores because it's where it pays more imho.

4. If there is something that spikes up my hyperactivity for absolutely no reason is classical music, so I just put up the most intense one and wait for it, then I will be obligated to walk around the house (🤷)

(sorry suddenly my knowledge of tricks to make myself or my team work left my brain because it is what it is lmao)

A lot of times I fail too, because tricks are....tricks. sometimes they work, sometimes they do not.

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 132/310

2014 Bahrain GP

Ok. Here’s two notes :

this is a long one, but it isn’t THE long one, THE long one comes later in the season

this is long because it is the best race I’ve watched in my life so far. Yep. It might not seem like it in written form but really you should watch it because it was unbelievable.

Also TW crash, I’ve made one gif, but everybody was completely fine, it’s just very impressive. I also put a TW in the review before the GIF just in case.

Mercedes is decidedly on top, but this time it's Rosberg who has the upper hand. 

Lewis says the car is a joy to ride and he's happy he could put it in the front row with Nico. He's pretty confident about the race. He says Sakhir is very technical especially with the wind and the temperature dropping throughout the race. 

Quali report. Hulkenberg topped Q1 but ended up 11th. Seb's turbo failed, he's 10th. He says he doesn't wanna blame it on that as he failed to extract more of the car. Daniel qualified in third position but as you may remember he carries a 10 place grid penalty from the last race's unsafe release, so he starts 13th on the grid. Bottas and Perez are ultimately 3rd and 4th. Lewis was fastest in all three FPs but his first Q3 lap was messy and Nico was ahead. Lewis then also messed up his second run with a massive lock up in the first corner. So Rosberg is on pole. 

Uhhh so… TW weight/weight loss talk for the next paragraph, I guess. (I will not write down any specific number but read at your own discretion.) 

There's loads of talk about the weight limit needing to be raised (not surprising) so Ted went ahead and made a segment about it because the teams are asking drivers to lose so much weight it's getting dangerous. JEV actually had to go to the hospital between the two first races because of dehydration and feeling weak from a weight loss program he underwent right before the start of the season to get his weight down closer to his teammate Kvyat’s. Ted explains the loss of speed depending on the weight compared to the teammate if he's lighter, the impact on the center of gravity, the use of ballast that can make one go quicker, etc. Then he went ahead and asked a number of drivers their weight vs their teammate's. I'm surprised that they answered. It's sensitive information. The lighter ones say it's possible to be lean and healthy (which, yeah, easy to say when you have the genetics on your side) and the heavier ones say it sucks to be heavier. The weight difference between Lewis and Nico comes down to grams, which isn't the case of most of the others. Lewis fully understands though what it means for those who are heavier than their teammates, it's a serious issue. Also I'm quite surprised to see that the drivers' weights are really variable. Some are much much heavier/lighter than others. Anyway. 

End of TW. 

There's an interview with Bernie that I'm not gonna watch. He's not happy about the new engines. Who fucking cares. 

There's also an interview with Niki Lauda. It's about the history of the sport but Natalie Pinkham still asks about Nico and Lewis' relationships. Currently they are pushing each other forward but doesn't he think they might implode (🥴)? Niki says it's funny she asks him today because they're both on the front row. He says that morning he read a German newspaper that said that they're both very egocentric and that Nico wouldn't invite Lewis to his wedding in August (it’s a rumor, I wonder if he was there in the end or not?). So he thought he should maybe worry a bit. But actually they get along very well, there's no hate like with Vettel and Webber, he says. "The basic is okay," he says, "but I was just at the briefing this morning and we told them basically watch the first corner and they both nodded and didn't even hear us so there is very good and big competition between the two. Which I like. Because we can let them race free, but in the end, they both have to finish." He says it's going to be a very interesting race this weekend. He says he was also egocentric and still is and it bothers the management but that's what makes it interesting. They know their worth. 

It's Jenson's 250th GP. 

Okay it is time. 

Formation lap… 

Oh no… Lewis took a long time leaving his box, should I worry? Then behind him Perez gets overtaken, he was able to leave the box with a delay as well… It makes me nervous for the start. 

And they're racing! 

Rosberg immediately goes defensive towards Lewis, but he takes the lead in the first corner! But Nico strikes back into turn 4 and they are wheel to wheel again. Behind them it's quite messy, loads of lock ups. JEV has a puncture. At the end of lap 1, then, it's Lewis, Rosberg, Massa (up 4 places), Perez, Bottas, Jenson, Alonso, Hulkenberg, Raikkonen (down 4 places) and Seb for the top 10. JEV apparently said of Maldonado on radio : “this guy tried to kill me”. At the front, Nico is not dropping back. He's less than half a second behind Lewis. Hulkenberg overtakes Alonso for P7. Lewis sets a couple of fastest laps that drop Rosberg out of his DRS zone. Nico's engineer says he is saving more fuel than his teammate, "but continue to save". Aka we will attack later. Ted says it's unexpected to see Lewis go flat out so early on because it's the opposite of what he'd want to do with his tyres. The FPs runs showed they need to be very light on these tyres at the start of their stint to extend their life expectancy. Interestingly as he says so, Bono tells Lewis to look after his front left as they seem to have a little more understeer than the others. Perez is closing on Massa and the podium. Rosberg is told he has to go longer on his tyres according to the strategy. Daniel runs wide attacking Magnussen for P11 and almost gets overtaken himself by Kvyat in the process. Ted says Lewis is complaining of the left front AND rear now. He thinks he has too much front grip which they can fix in his next pit stop. But Ted wonders if his engineers might be looking to change their strategy to match Rosberg's, who's on a two-stop strategy. As he says, when you split your strategies, the only thing you're sure of is that you're gonna get it wrong with one of your cars. That's 10 laps. 

Jenson overtakes Bottas, they're both under pressure from Hulkenberg. And he overtakes Bottas as well. Daniel attacks Magnussen again, for P10 this time. And this time he gets it right. Perez overtakes Massa for P3. Alonso pits. Sutil is in the grass. Very slow. He has a puncture but he still tries to get away actually. It happened in contact with Bianchi. Raikkonen pits. Seb says his DRS does not work. Then it does. Massa has pitted as well at some point. Daniel is half a second behind Seb. On the radio, he says they're losing time. "We need to decide what to do." Drama. Seb is told to please let him go through, as he is quicker than him. And he does. Hulkenberg pits. Rosberg is less than a second away from Lewis again. Seb pits. Perez pits. AND ROSBERG OVERTAKES LEWIS FOR THE LEAD! BUT LEWIS IMMEDIATELY FIGHTS BACK AND HE HAS TO YIELD. Oh it's tense. Nico yells something over the radio but I can't understand what. Let's see the replay. Rosberg gets the inside line… ahhh it's Lewis' genius. I'll gif that so you can see.

Rosberg is on the inside so Lewis goes wider on the outside so he can turn in quicker and get back in front. We also see what Nico was mad about. In doing so, they got real close, or might even have made slight contact.

But that's racing, I mean. Here they go again! Same thing! Lewis first moves towards the inside. Rosberg follows him. Then Lewis goes back towards the outside… they both lock up! Lewis is back on the inside while Rosberg is on the outside, but he's slightly ahead this time… he's ahead, he's ahead, he keeps the inside line. But now Lewis gets the slipstream, he tries to go round the outside but it's too much. He moves back towards the inside at the exit of the corner. They're wheel to wheel in the straight! Ohhh it's uncomfortably close, careful! LEWIS HAS THE INSIDE LINE! HE'S BACK AHEAD! Holy shit, that's good! And Lewis gets to pit first. Phew. That makes it 20 laps. 

Rosberg is told to use the DRS to push hard for two laps. Lewis is out in P2. In the meantime, Hulkenberg and Perez overtook Alonso, who is now P7. The journalists are still debating what strategy the two Mercs might choose. Jenson overtakes Raikkonen for P8. Rosberg gets called in… he's out behind Lewis, and they're on split strategies indeed, Nico being on mediums and Lewis being on softs. Bottas overtakes Massa for P3, and Hulkenberg is not far behind. Valtteri says he'd like to box now. He goes in. It's a very close battle for Massa against both Force Indias now. Perez overtakes Hulkenberg for P4! Hulkenberg complains that he was pushed off. In the front, Lewis is pulling the gap to Rosberg, but is he doing it quickly enough? Jenson says his DRS isn't working. The fight for P3 is still on. Daniel attacks Raikkonen but he locks up. Massa and Perez are wheel to wheel! Perez is ahead! Now it's Hulkenberg coming up to Massa… and he's ahead as well! But he makes a mistake and Massa comes back at him in the straight… but he can't make it. Man, that's a lot of good racing. 

It's lap 30, Daniel is attacking Raikkonen again. Nico is told the pace of the primes vs options is closer than expected. Now Bottas is coming behind Daniel and Raikkonen. He overtakes Daniel and right as they get to the corner, he's close to Raikkonen but it's like he can't brake and instead of turning he moves aside and goes wide. He would have collided with the Ferrari! Did Raikkonen brake early? He loses a place to Daniel. On the radio, he says "what is he doing?" but on the replay it just looks like he went too deep. His engineer answers "I don't know, did he push you off the track? Let me know what he did we'll get straight to Charlie." Lewis is still stretching that gap, little by little, parsimoniously. Daniel overtakes Raikkonen for P7, and Bottas is again right behind them, they're wheel to wheel into the next corner. Raikkonen has the inside line but they both lock up! They both have the DRS in the straight… but Bottas is on the inside and quicker. He's ahead. And then a few minutes later, he also overtakes Ricciardo, while Raikkonen is in the pits. Bono : "okay Lewis, we're safe on fuel, so no more lift and coast, no more lift and coast." But Lewis answers : "I heard you man, I'm looking after my tyres!" He's 9 seconds clear of Rosberg. Massa overtakes Ricciardo. Perez and Seb are in the pits. Seb's stop wasn't good. Perez overtakes Alonso for P8. And a Caterham has stopped off the track. Hulkenberg pits. Jenson pits. Daniel pits. Seb gets ahead of Magnussen in P10. Seb overtakes Maldonado for P9. Ted says Bono answered to Lewis something like okay Lewis, as long as you have it under control. Raikkonen overtakes Ricciardo but Ricciardo fights back. It's for P12, at the moment. He also overtakes Magnussen. Massa pits. 

It's lap 40. We're getting close to the conclusion now. Let's take a second to review the situation. Lewis is in the lead ahead of Rosberg. Then it's Bottas, Perez, Hulkenberg, Alonso, Jenson, Seb, Ricciardo, and Massa. The Mercs are the only ones in the top 10 to have only pitted once so far. And there's a crash!!! It's Gutierrez taken down by Maldonado. Man what happened, none of his wheels seem to be standing at the correct angle. Bottas pits, there might very well be a safety car, there's debris in the track. Let's see. HOLY SHIT. OH HOLY SHIT. How do I even describe this to you. 

Maldonado gets out of the pits, and finds himself wheel to wheel with Gutierrez in the next corner. They touch as they turn and Gutierrez is launched up into the air. I don't even know. Like. I pressed pause trying to explain it to you moment by moment and right then, Maldonado is exiting the corner and Gutierrez' car is facing the wrong way UPSIDE DOWN IN THE AIR. Can you picture that? I might gif this honestly it's so shocking, but also I saw Gutierrez exiting his car and he's perfectly fine. The car comes crashing back down, Gutierrez still upside down, then bounces the right way back up, facing the right way again. No wonder the wheels are destroyed. On the radio, Gutierrez just says " woahwhat was that?" But like. In a way calmer more surprised tone than I would have used. Ah holy fuck we even get Gutierrez’ on-board. Unbelievable sight. And mind you they STILL don't have halos then. 

TW crash gif

End of TW

In the meantime both Mercs pitted. The Safety Car comes out. Now Rosberg is right behind Lewis on softer tyres. I hate that shit. And Magnussen pulls over. That's a terrible situation for Lewis. Before the safety car comes in we hear "Lewis it's Paddy, there's 10 laps left to race, can we just make sure we bring both cars home?" then he says the exact same thing, word for word, to Rosberg. Rosberg says OK. We didn't hear Lewis' answer. Brundle and Crofty think it means "don't run into each other on the way". Ted thinks it means finish in the position you're in (don’t race each other essentially). The Safety Car is about to come in and we're about to find out. Here we go. 

Hulkenberg attacks Perez, they almost took each other out. And Rosberg attacks Lewis indeed. They're wheel to wheel into turn 4… Lewis keeps the lead, for now. Maldonado is handed a 10 seconds stop and go penalty. Seb overtakes Jenson for P6. Daniel overtakes Jenson for P7. 10 laps to go! That's gonna be a tense ending. Rosberg is still all over Lewis' rear. Lewis says he's got no power!!! Bottas overtakes Jenson for P8. 

It's Lewis, Rosberg, Perez, Hulkenberg, Seb, Daniel, Massa, Bottas, Jenson, and Alonso in the top 10.

9 laps to go, Lewis sets the fastest lap of the race! But careful, the DRS is now enabled and Rosberg is still less than a second behind. They're both already 6 seconds clear of the others! Damn this Mercedes was a work of art. 8 laps to go. Now it's Nico who sets the fastest lap! The gap is 0.894. RICCIARDO OVERTAKES SEB! SEB COMES BACK AT HIM! Neither of them will give up! Nico is only half a second behind Lewis now! On the radio, Seb says he's really slow in the straight, he's not happy. Alonso overtakes Jenson for P9. 7 laps to go. It's a three way fight between Hulkenberg and the two Redbulls for P4, they are only 0.3 seconds apart. There's debris on the track, in a really bad spot! Seb is now chasing Daniel very closely. 6 laps to go. NICO ATTACKS LEWIS AND HE'S AHEAD NO HE'S NOT LEWIS HOLDS THE INSIDE LINE IN THE NEXT CORNER, AND AGAIN ROSBERG ROUND THE INSIDE, THIS TIME HE'S FASTER AND GETS AHEAD IN THE STRAIGHT BUT LEWIS CLOSES THE DOOR LEWIS IS STILL IN THE LEAD and Rosberg has to fall back behind him, phewww… Remember that Rosberg is on the softs and Lewis on the mediums, what a crazy defense. But here we go again because Nico has the DRS. 5 laps to go. NICO MOVES TO THE INSIDE JESUS THAT WAS CLOSE BUT LEWIS MOVES BACK TO THE INSIDE IN THE CORNER LIKE HE DID EARLIER AND HE'S BACK AHEAD I don't have words for that, it's so impressive, what a driver he is. The Mercedes pit wall is STRESSED. So am I. In the meantime, Ricciardo got ahead of Hulkenberg for P4. Bono tells Lewis he can use overtake on the exit of corners now where he needs it. That's gonna be a very needed little extra then. He might still win. Seb locks up and almost collides with Hulkenberg. Lewis is managing to put some slight distance between him and Rosberg. Thank god. 3 laps to go. There's a 4 way battle for P5 now between Hulkenberg, Seb, Massa and Bottas. 2 laps to go. Jenson slows down, but he's still going. He's heading for the pits to retire. MASSA SUDDENLY ATTACKS SEB FOR P6 HE GETS AHEAD DOWN THE INSIDE BUT SEB JUST SWIPES PAST HIM AGAIN IN THE NEXT CORNER. It's the final lap! Lewis is a second clear of Rosberg. Ricciardo is closing on Perez for the podium. Bottas is closing on Massa. 

But it's the end of the race! 

LEWIS WINS, it's a Mercedes 1-2 again! Perez just about keeps his place on the podium in front of Ricciardo.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah

Damn what a race, what a race. Bono : "Nice work there, Lewis! Nice work there, mate. That was… it was all going there for a minute mate." Lewis thanks them for the work that weekend. "We didn't really have the pace on this side of the garage but… still held on to it. Nice work on that, thanks."

I mean. Sure Rosberg was quicker but they both clearly had the pace on everybody else though lol. Amazing. 

Damn that's really one of the best races I've ever seen. 

Ted asks Lauda how his nerves are and if he enjoyed that. He answers that was close racing. "If anyone complains that this is boring, they're idiots," he says. Ted asks what Paddy meant when he told them to bring it home then. Niki says it meant bring it home, but they didn't listen to him anyway (lol). He reiterates that letting them race is the most important decision from his point of view. Out of their cars, Nico and Lewis pretend-fight.

Delicious.

(pats pats pats)

In the cool down room, Lewis jokes around with Perez about fighting Nico. Nico gets there and hugs him from behind.

Lewis laughs : "That was freaking close!" The Mercedes representative jokes that he got gray hair from it (it's Aldo Costa, I see later). They hug again. They're so exhilarated.

Lewis tells him he thought it'd be like their race back in Italy where he got him right at the end. He thought he would do that to him today.

I can't describe the electricity in the air, the excitement, they are on the edge, but so full of joy. Makes you wanna write fanfics, I get it. The mix of happiness and tension. 

The adrenaline. The way they keep patting each other and hugging each other at a loss for words. Phew.

(sorry for the very weird blue light on these)

Of course it's rose water here so it doesn't spray on the podium. They don't play for too long. Perez is the first driver standing on the podium for Force India since Fisichella in 2009.

It's the 900th GP in history. Lewis thanks the team for getting them on the podium. He agrees it was an exciting race and Nico did a great job and he was very fair. He was relieved to cross the line. Nico says he strongly dislikes being second to Lewis lol. But it was a great race. They put on a massive show. But he'll take the win next race. 

Paddy Lowe says he didn't feel all that great during the last half hour of the race but they agreed at the beginning of the season that they wanted them to be able to race. They showed everybody that the new cars work, and they're not boring. He clarified that indeed his message wasn't coded team orders but just "don't forget, you’re professionals, we just want both cars home”, it didn't mean don't race. (I find Paddy Lowe very funny because he always seems like he's somewhat drunk lol, it's just the way he moves and talks, it's funny to me.) Simon talks about the pace. Once they didn't have to worry about fuel anymore, he says they were gaining 3 seconds a lap over the others. Paddy says he didn't notice that "to be perfectly honest". He smiles. "I was looking at something else." 

They find Niki. "Enjoyed that or was your heart in your mouth?". He answers very decidedly : "No! I enjoyed it! Because it is the best race I think so far and really I have to say all this bullshit that was talked about racing in general, the complaints about noise, the complaints about fuel, it's all rubbish! Look at this race, one of the best races I have seen in all my life!" He says it wasn't just Mercedes either. "The overtaking in the back, everything was perfect." He says Lewis was faster, even with the harder tyres, and he truly has to congratulate him. "I will hug him as soon as he turns up!" 

They talk with Anthony (not Hamilton) who apparently also works as a sim driver for Mercedes. He says he doesn't take any credit for it lol but also he talked to some of the guys on Rosberg's side of the garage and they're a bit gutted they didn't win. There's a lot of competitiveness going on. He also says he agrees with Niki that Lewis did a supreme job on his tyres because we saw Jenson, who was also on the mediums, dropping back dramatically because he couldn't bring them up to temperature after the Safety Car went in. That's a very good point. 

Simon asks Toto if he remembers ever seeing a race like that. Toto says "it's not taxi driving eh?" He says it could have gone wrong but they showed class, and fairness, and raced hard. Simon says "yes it proves a couple of points, doesn't it?" Toto thinks it's funny you get such a race when F1 is being the most criticized, talked down, lots of politics going on. They are all very excited lol it's funny to watch. They talk of course about the decision to let them race. He says the best possible moment to remind them that their rule is to race fair and square is during the safety car. "Did they need the reminder?" – "... Maybe yes!" Anthony asks if in all honesty there was a moment when he thought they were gonna touch. He says yes, turn 3 or 4 at the start, and he thought "please not the whole race like this". Then the race panned out and he got quieter. Anthony asks if they consciously put them on different tyres to try and defuse the situation. Toto says no, they had calculated that both strategies ended up a couple of tenths apart at the end of the race, so it wasn't clear which one was the best. Simon asks what went on when he joined the pit wall during the race, what was he saying to Paddy Lowe. Toto says he just couldn't survive inside the garage. They show him a couple of laps of the end of the race, ask him what he thinks. He says of course Lewis did a great job defending but also you have to remember (and it's an excellent point) that Nico is the championship leader. It's all about bringing the car home, he has more to lose. They say what was nice to see was the hug they shared after all that. Toto says he didn't see it and they joke that they were surely doing it just for him and he didn't even see. He says the battle wasn't only the drivers but also the engineers. There was a lot going on on the radio. He's happy because that's how it should be. 

It's Lewis' 24th win. He's tied with Fangio. He chuckles.

He can't believe it, Fangio is one of the greatest racers of all. He's at a loss for words.

It's been an incredible day, a really tough day. Of racing against Nico, he says "it was killer", to the max, defending on these tyres.

When he was on the options and Rosberg on the mediums he didn't have great pace. He says he's struggled this weekend especially in quali with his braking system that had to be changed, but even then he really struggled during the race.

Before the safety car he had a good lead and hoped it was enough but Rosberg was so quick at the end. He says trying to stay ahead of him in the DRS zone was so hard. He chuckles. "When I came across the line my heart was so relieved!"

She tells him his bosses are saying it was one of the greatest races they'd ever seen and asks if he agrees. He says he'd have to watch it but it felt like it from inside the car. He says when you get overtaken, you have to calculate how you're going to get back and he did it perfectly every time. (Yes he did, damn.) But, he says, as he was on the softer tyres he was expecting him to get by at some point.

He thanks again the team for the info they gave him, and the hard work at the factory. A 1-2 is a great result for everybody and let's hope there's much more success in the future (foreshadowing…). Jenson goes by behind him and congratulates him for the win.

She asks how it ranks as far as his wins. He says "I don't know, I mean… 24 race wins I…" he chuckles. "I can't believe I've had 24!" (My sweet boy if you knew what the universe had in store for you…)

He says each one is different and special. It feels different every time he wakes up and gets in the car and starts the race and finishes. He also says he can't get too excited, there's a long way to go. It seems like Nico was a bit quicker this weekend so he needs to figure out why. She asks how liberating it feels that they can race each other. He hums. (He didn't expect that question.) He says it was very close, it felt very close. The team will decide how close it was. But Nico raced very well, and hopefully he himself raced well enough to stay apart but hopefully they'll have many more races like that in the future (I’m yelling). She says it's good for him and good for the team but mostly good for the fans. He says yeah, that's what motor racing is all about. And sure you need different tyres to make it happen, and the safety car was "a real… pain" (he focuses not to swear, clearly, lol) "but I hope whatever caused it (and he seems to realise) I saw someone flopped, was it Gutierrez?" he asks, more seriously all of a sudden. "Yeah, was he okay?" The Mercedes PR says he was fine. He says things happen for a reason as far as safety cars coming out. He guesses that's what formula 1 needed : "a big serious race like that with some overtaking for once." He's just so relieved he was able to stay in the front. 

Nico is really not as happy as it first seemed. He says he's very disappointed because he was quicker today. But very exciting race and he hopes everybody in front of their TV enjoyed it. The fight was intense, really aggressive, so close. He did well. They have good momentum with the team, it's great to have the opportunity to win every race. And he mustn't forget even at a hard time like this (bro you're being so dramatic, you're P2 and still leading the WDC) that he's still leading the championship (precisely). She asks about their playful fight in Parc fermé, did he not fancy getting him in the ribs, quick jab? He says, kind of between his teeth, that he swore big time at him in his helmet. "Thankfully you didn't hear that." He sounds like he's joking but he has the straightest of faces. I don't know yet if he's just deadpan or if he's really pissed. 

After their photo, the mechanics pop more champagne (I mean supposedly it's rose water right? But this time it does spray so… maybe not). At first Lewis tries to keep them from drenching him but then he gives up and just smiles as they pour it over his cap.

Ted says in the press conference Lewis, "absolutely buzzing", said it had been very long since he had had a real race. He said for the first time in years he'd been able to use his karting skills and get back to real basics. Ted says it was refreshing to hear given what people seem to think modern F1 is about. He says Lewis wouldn't say whether it was one of the best races he's driven but he did say it was certainly one of the greatest feelings he'd had. Ted explains Rosberg got that pace because he looked at Lewis’ data from Malaysia to understand how he won. And Lewis basically said now he's gonna have to do the same. Rosberg said he knew everybody would think Paddy's message was team orders but it was in fact not necessary at all because they already know they can race each other and not collide (famous last words 🙃). They said there was always a margin and they knew what they were doing. 

Lewis said he thought he'd “been got” about 9 times and Nico said he thought he'd got him about 9 times.

Phew. That was a nice one!

[rhodeybugg]

//rant

God the second I start posting art and character stuff my brain gets mad because im not doing my writing and im trying to get stuff done because i have this internal time limit and i dont know why.

My brain is out here going "YOU HAVE TO GET ALL FIVE OF THE SOLVER-BOUND STORIES FINISHED NOW AND SOON OR THEY'RE NEVER GONNA GET DONE AND THE UNIVERSE IS GONNA FUCKING IMPLODE BEFORE YOU GET THEM DONE.

[molloytheboy]

I never do this but I haven't written anything in weeks and today after work I was able to start this Daniel fic and I need to share SOMETHING with y'all or I will implode. First 500ish words after the cut, no content warnings, enjoy. Feel free to theorize about where this is going in the comments/tags

The Drifters were crooning out of the old transistor radio when I came into the garage. He had it up on the roof of the Cadillac convertible he was working on. Lemon yellow with red leather interior. 1952. Older than me by a few years. His baby.

“Hey, dad,” I said as I came up to the other side of the open hood. “You got a minute?”

He didn’t come up for air. Still all grease-stained elbows and bald patch.

“Dad!” said it a little louder, that time.

“What?” He lifted one arm, craned his neck to peek under it without letting go of whatever he was fiddling with. “Oh, Daniel. Thought you were taking Vicky to a movie today.”

“It’s not until one.” I shoved my hands deeper into my coat pockets. It was January, just after winter break. “It’s freezing out here, dad. Why don’t you turn on that space heater mom got you for Christmas?”

“Nah, don’t need it. I told her she might as well return the thing. I could work up a sweat in the middle-”

“-middle of a blizzard, I know,” I finished with him. “Look, couldn’t you at least try it out? She really thought you were gonna love it.”

He lost his grip on something and it clinked and clattered on its way to the concrete. He muttered an indistinct curse and fished his penlight out of his shirt pocket.

“Now’s not the best time, Dan. Let’s take a rain check, ok?”

“Is that it over there?” I walked over to the corner where he’d put it next to the trash can. “C’mon, dad, you didn’t even take it out of the box.” I pulled out my pocket knife and set to it myself.

Must’ve been a couple minutes or so of companionable silence. He found the wrench he’d dropped and withdrew fully out from under the hood for the first time. Stood up straight and popped his back with a groan.

“Never get old, Dan. It’s not half what it’s cracked up to be.” He watched me lift the heater out of the box, remove the styrofoam padding, unwind the power cord. “You’re a good kid, you know that?”

I felt the tension start to build up in my neck and shoulders. He really had a knack for saying that right before I fucked things up again.

“Not the best, though, right?” I said without looking up.

He moved in my peripheral vision and I was so familiar with the gesture I might as well have been staring right at him; a brusque wave of his hand, a shake of his head, eyes closed in a reflexive grimace.

“Anybody says their kid’s perfect is either lying or delusional.”

He turned back to work on his first born and it took me a second to work up the nerve to keep going.

“We gotta talk about it, dad.”

[korithefox]

Im less than halfway through chapter 7 notes (psychology) and have to finish today because there's a test tomorrow

I also have a prob and stats test tomorrow and don't remember any of the formulas we've used this chapter (knowing him, im also not sure if theyre even gonna be on the test)

Back to psychology: i have to take notes for chapters 8-11 and do chapter 11's assignments before Thursday

I also have a journal assignment for sociology but it might take like 20 minutes at most so it's fine lols

Psychology and sociology are optional college classes, so if i miss a set number of days for any reason (appointments, vacation, "just because") i immediately fail with no redemption

Plus whatever other random assignments the math teacher decides to drop throughout the week; im gonna have to ask someone if we'd gotten new ones Thursday and Friday

My amazing best friend who i love and appreciate very very very much has done multiple music assignments for me so i can catch up more easily; i only need to do the next 2 units by Thursday so i'll be on pace Monday

The shirts for the club im in are coming Thursday and they're hosting a meet-and-greet Friday; i have to tell the teacher that im gonna miss both because i'll be on vacation and hope i don't get kicked out

Im physically and mentally exhausted, my head is killing me, my insides are imploding, i've genuinely considered ending it several times in the past week, and frankly i'd rather get it over with than miss school, have to work ahead, still need to catch up later, and risk permanently sacrificing my education just to go on random trips for no fucking reason

But hey, ✨family bonding✨