#happy birthday saint-just :D

[helvidius]

happy day, dj i mean sj

[yakny]

nearly broke down when I remembered I had these wips and couldn't find them amongst my many other wips. thought i lost them when my hard drive wiped itself cleaned :'D

[bykshre]

We Found Love

charles leclerc x female reader (smau) 1/2

summary: you and charles were meant to be together even if the media, society and his girlfriend criticized you.

trope: childhood friends to lovers, ferrari driver x head strategist , mean gf (no hate to any of charles' gf's, ex or current.)

a/n: i know i know im the worst updater and writer ever (I'm sorry okay 😭 I'm busy and I lose motivation lol)but im back slowly but surely, and this is so new! My first F1 fic aahh :D This is very small, I just needed to get this out (monza took my heart away!) hope y'all like it hehe xx.

Months before MONZA

ursernames

life lately - enjoying the break before it's Monza ❤️‍🔥🌷🌺🌠🪽🥨🍽️🪡⌨️👠💎

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lewishamilton looks like someone had fun!

⤷ ursernames obviously mate 🧉!!

charles_leclerc wannabe artistic ass 😘😻🤡

⤷ ursernames shut up donkey 🐴🫏😊

kikagomez 💫💗

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@Ynniequeenn

I'm surprised Charles isn't spending the vacay with her. Sounds fishy but they still act close 😕. I don't know man.

⤷ @chrshls: people like you suck! get a life.

charles_leclerc

everything is good 🩵

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joristrouche amazing!

ursernames leooo awwww

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pierregasly simba and leo meetup soon? 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc soon!

alexandrasaintmleux amores <3

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ursernames

thank you for the wishes everyone, just took another lap around the earth 🌍 🌷🌺🩵

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formula_1 happy birthday to the best-ever strategist!

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scuderiaferrari buon compleanno stargirl!

⤷ ursernames grazie mille!

charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire ma meilleure fille

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mlnmarta joyeux anniversaire ma soeur

⤷ usernames 💞💞

oscarpiastri have a great day old lady 🥳

⤷ ursername when i catch you oscar when i bloody catch you! 😵😵

f1wags&insiders

BREAKING 🚨 Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mluex were fighting at a party! Apparently, it was the same birthday party held for Y/N's 27th birthday. What are your thoughts 💭?

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alexfp i just can't stand this anymore! It's clear that something's up with charles 😐

leclecice bro, alex is straight up toxic just admit it she is NOT a paddock queen neither the IT wag ughh 🥱🥱

lestappenfpp time for charles WDC lesgoo

ynstan will charles and yn ever date? they have that CHEMISTRY yk

malenalexx it's definitely something to do with charles

⤷ unknownchaaa smartest alex fan..

ynstrategyss literally how crazy can Alex even get until they fuck up yns birthday party?! seriously i lost my respect for her.

alexandrasaintmluex

🌺🌺 floral vibes 🌺🌺

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alexfp omg our queen 👑!!

foralexa hi alexx i hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹 you look gorgeous btw 🤩

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kikagomez 💫😵⭐

rebeccadonaldson literally so pretty 🌺🌺

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex says the prettiest!

charlesfanpage charles not in the likes? sus.

leclecicecreammm someone's tryna churn content asap b4 the breakup LOLL

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex you're hilarious. 🥱

ynstrategyss hope y'all okay...

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

2 weeks before Monza, at the Ferrari HQ

"Hey, can we talk, please?" Charles asked Yn as the meeting begun to wrap up.

"What do you want, Charles? Does making me look like a fool on my birthday not enough?!" You said very honestly.

"No,no, mon cher, listen to me."

"I'm sorry for whatever Alex caused during your birthday party. I wanted the party to be nice and surrounded by your close friend's and family. I'm regretful I chose to bring Alex as a tag along. She wanted to go and I can't say no anyways."

"What's your point, Charles? I'm tired of this drama. I am." You said,

"Yn, we've been friends since so young, we spent almost every day with eachother, basically inseparable. Maman practically consideres you her the daughter she never had and you're really close to my family and brothers. Even with my exes you had a close bond with them."

"Mhm, that's right I loved your exes." You said slightly smiling,

"Ever since I dated Alex, she.... she liked fame and attention. Even if she didn't show it much. And when she saw us being close and basically just friends, she got mad and jealous. I didn't realise much until you told me when she confronted you."

"She reads a lot of the news, tweets and those tiktok edits of us that is all over social media. She is influenced by them. And I honestly don't get how they consider our bond romantic but not platonic."

"Alex has been fighting a lot with me past few months. We are not close, anymore. Not liked we used to be. She's constantly screaming and I can't stand her anymore."

"Mon ange, whatever happens with you and her, please... just tell me. I saw the texts she sent you and it wasn't pleasant. Why have you been keeping this a secret. Please ange, don't do it anymore."

"I don't know how longer I can sustain this relationship if it continues to be as toxic as this." Charles said earning a pout from you.

" Charlie, I wanted to see you happy with Alex. I'm sorry about what's been happening at home. I'm sorry too.." you said,

" Are we good?"

"Yeah we are, Charlie" you said, earning a tight hug from you best friend.

It's undeniable that you've always liked Charles. He was handsome, he was everything a women could've dreamt of. And obviously you're one of them. You'd never had the chance to confess and you think you'd never will. It's better to blossom a good, sustainable friendship rather than risking it all for a relationship. Your a simple person, you're critical and realistic.

When Alex confronted you about your relationship with Charles, it hit you till the pit of your heart. You begun thinking if you were too clingy or romantic with Charles. You begun distancing yourself from him thinking you were at fault. You did not want to be a homewrecker,ever.

Although Charles confrontation settled a little of your thoughts, you cannot deny the growing feelings for Charles in that heart of yours.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

charles_leclerc

P4. Deluso ma abbiamo dato tutto. Grazie a tutti voi per esserci sempre. E domani, andiamoooooo 😍

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ursername let's get it ✨✨

speedingcharles we counting on u buddy

anthoinetrouchet let's get it ittttttttt aaa

alexandrasaintmluex 💕

ursername

story, 1hr ago

feels great to back in monza! hoping to make tifosi's proud this weekend 🇮🇹 Let's see what we can do with a P4 and P5.

RACE DAY IN MONZA.

⭐⭐⭐

@F1LiveUpdates:

"Lights out at Monza! Charles Leclerc is in the fight for P1, but all eyes are on Ferrari’s strategy today. Y/N calling the shots 👀 #Monza #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari"

@LeclercFans:

"Y/N on the pit wall, looking like a boss. Monza is hers to win 🔥 #YN #FerrariFam"

Your heart raced as you watched the battle unfold in front of your eyes. Charles was in second, fighting tooth and nail to close the gap on the leader. Your freshly manicured nails hovered over the radio button, ready to call the next move.

The crowd roared in the background, but your focus was razor-sharp. Charles trusted your instincts, and you wasn’t about to let him down.

Y/N (over radio):

"Box, box. Let’s go for the undercut."

Charles

"Copy. Trusting you on this."

The team jumped into action as Charles pitted. Y/N watched with bated breath, hoping the strategy would pay off.

As Charles emerged from the pits, your hands clenched into a fist. The timing was perfect. They had nailed it. It will take time to pass through lando but it'll be worth it. And you knew it.

Y/N (over radio):

"P1. 35 laps ahead. Now hold it. You’ve got this."

The crowd was deafening as the final lap approached. You stood with her arms crossed, staring at the screens, barely blinking. Charles had a three-second lead, but the pressure was immense. Your heart pounded in time with the roar of the engines.

Y/N (over radio):

"Last lap, Charles. Bring it home."

You held her breath as the checkered flag waved and the roar from the grandstands signaled what you'd hoped for.

Charles (over radio):

"We did it! P1! We won, Y/N!"

Bryan (over radio)

"AND P1!"

@F1Live:

"Leclerc takes P1 at Monza! What a race! Ferrari fans are going wild! #CharlesLeclerc #Monza"

@FerrariFans:

"Y/N’s strategy today was perfection. Absolute genius. 🔥 #TeamYN #Ferrari"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N hugging Charles after that win? Yeah, there’s something there. No one can convince me otherwise. #CharlesAndYN"

charles_leclerc

Siete i numeri 1, Forza Ferrari ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ursername congrats charliee <3

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⤷ charles_leclerc couldn't done it without you, yn 😘

formula_1 tifosi's pride and joy

lewishamilton enjoy the win mate! great job

oscarpiastri congrats charles!

pascale_leclerc my boy

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⤷charles_leclerc i didnt leave you at the gransdstands this time 😂

ursername

story, 2h ago

FEVER DREAM!! GRAZIE GRAZIE TUTTI MILLE!

@LeclercNation:

"Alexandra needs to chill. Y/N is just doing her job. She’s a strategist, not a homewrecker! #TeamYN"

formula_1

leo meets his papa who just won the italian grand prix! lovely family at sight 🐕🐶🐾

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alexfp ahh the cutiess, though she wasn't here but mah queen is always here to shine

alexandrasaintmluex 😍

lecleccreamss since when did F1 turn into a wag thing. Seriously F1? This content is unnecessary!

alexandramyqueen omg our couple is back yayyy

mimosahater @F1Dramaa post. look at this post.

@F1Drama:

"Rumors are flying that Y/N and Alexandra had a heated argument in the Ferrari garage. How much longer can this triangle last? #CharlesLeclerc #YN"

@FerrariInsider:

"It’s getting messy. Y/N is too professional to get involved, but Alexandra seems to be on edge. #F1Gossip #FerrariDrama"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N is just trying to do her job, but Alex is clearly feeling threatened. Charles needs to step up. #TeamYN"

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You were packing up in the garage, getting reading to back to the hotel, when Alexandra appeared at the doorway. She looked calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.

"We need to talk." Alex said

You set down your notes, bracing yourself. You replied, "About what?"

"About Charles. About you."

"I’m just doing my job, Alexandra. If you think I’m trying to come between you two, you’re wrong."

Alexandra crossed her arms, stepping closer. "I don’t know if I believe that. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. I’m not stupid!"

Your jaw clenched. "You’re right. You’re not stupid. But you’re also insecure. And that’s not my problem. I’m here because I’m good at what I do, and Charles knows that."

"Insecure?" Alexandra’s voice was laced with venom. "Do you have any idea what it’s like watching him put you before me over and over again?"

"He doesn’t put me before you, Alexandra. He’s just focused on his career. If you can’t handle that, maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe it’s your relationship."

Alexandra stared at you, her expression hardening. "You think you’re so untouchable, don’t you? That because you’re the team strategist, you’re safe. But I see the way you want him."

You took a deep breath, stepping forward. "If you’re so sure about that, then maybe you should talk to Charles instead of blaming me."

"Look here, Charles just won the Italian grandprix. It's a big celebration for team. Let's be happy for the win, instead of bringing this up, now."

"Have a great day, Alexandra" you said and left the paddock without any hesitation.

ursername

thank you bryan, charles, carlos, fred and the team for making this strategy happen! to our biggest supporters, the tifosi ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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lewishamilton absolutely fantastic strategy yn, you made it happen 👑👑

⤷ ursername i absolutely cannot wait for you to get on this team any longer!! tysm lewis, really appreciate it 💕💕💫

charles_leclerc tu as réalisé mon plus grand rêve, merci ma belle stratège, ma meilleure amie bien-aimée 🥇🥇🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️

⤷ ursername you were behind the wheel, you make us all dream mon rêveur, mon soleil 🩷🩷

mlnmarta such a shame i wasn't able to witness this but again, ma petite sœur, tu nous fais tous rêver 🥹

⤷ ursername tu aimes me faire pleurer 🥹❤️

After the Azerbaijan Grand Prix

charles_leclerc

story, 2m ago

Part 2 when?

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

sconc middle names but me and cori are stupidt

last night me and cori got slap-happy and made a list of characters’ middle names so happy birthday sonic enjoy. tw catholicism jokes bc when we get slap happy we end up on that train

Sonic: His middle name is actually not Maurice. He won’t tell anyone what it is but it isn’t Maurice. Not in the “noooo it’s totally not ;)” way he legit doesnt know where anyone got that misconception from

Metal Sonic: His middle name IS Maurice. That’s where people got that misconception from

Tails: When he and sonic were filling out paperwork to make sure he legally existed Tails realized he didn’t know his middle name and could reasonably put “Tails.” Instead he put “Terminator”

rouge, losing it: oh my god are you serious tails: i was like five and thought it was cool sonic: you were right 

Knuckles: He literally doesn’t care so once again when filling out paperwork he’s like.

knuckles: so i guess my last name would be my tribe shadow: the knuckles tribe? knuckles: yeah shadow: so you’re putting down knuckles knuckles knuckles: yeah probably shadow: so what’s your middle name? knuckles: well take a fucking guess buddy

Amy: Also picked her own name. Debated between “Amy” and “Rosy” for a while before sticking with “Amy Rose”– rose for the pretty flower she loves and its symbolism, “Amy” because it means “much loved” and she’s desperate for affection. and then she well. picked a middle name that sounded cool

shadow: oh my god tell me your middle name isn’t “terminator” too amy: oh my gosh no amy: amy: it’s velociraptor shadow: oh my god amy: JURASSIC PARK JUST CAME OUT I WAS HYPED

Shadow: We had two (2) options: #1.) It’s something extremely Catholic like Clementinus. It doesn’t fit his brand so he just doesn’t tell anyone. also he can’t pronounce it. #2.) It’s like a deep, guttural screech/roar. Everyone assumes it was Black Doom’s name for him but no that was Gerald’s idea actually

Rouge: Francisca. Shadow was like “oh something really catholic as well” “actually my family were very much not catholic that’s just a funny coincidence.”

Omega: Terminator. Stole the idea from Tails

Cream:

Blaze: She has like 48 middle names cause she’s royalty and they’re like that

Silver: “In the future we don’t have middle names. We ate them for sustenance.”

Vector: ALSO something extremely Catholic like Benedict or someshit

Espio: “A ninja’s secret name is to stay absolutely secret. It is the key to their identity. Their soul. None shall know of it.” He picked his own middle name and it was SasuNaru and he’s embarrassed about it.

Charmy: Vector named him so it is also EXTREMELY Catholic. Charmy cannot remember it. “It’s VALENTINE, Charmy!! It’s literally one of the easiest Saints to remember!! Saint VALENTINE!!” “look i made a necklace out of gummy worms :D”

Mighty: it’s something like super normal like Evan or Thomas

Ray: Sunshine :D

Fang: It’s actually Nack. whudda think

Bean: And similar to Fang, it’s ACTUALLY “Dynamite.” Did he name himself? You’ll never know.

Bark: Something super Russian like Vladimir

Big: Big has no middle name he has no last name he is too powerful for all of us

Tikal:

Tikal: yeah we didn’t have middle or surnames in my time. Closest was just “oh that’s Pachacamac’s kid.” Tails: Okay but you need a middle name for paperwork so pick something Tikal: Termi-- Knuckles: No. Tikal: Okay. Lesbian

Jet: Tony. you know why

Marine: It’s just literally “Australian”

Sticks: “Classified.” Everyone is like “oh geez Sticks ok” and don’t realize her middle name is literally Classified

Surge: When she got to pick hers she picked Azula for obvious reasons

Kit: He picked “Surge.”

Belle: Periwinkle

Sage: Ann Ima. believe it or not, that is also. Catholic™

Tekno: Terminator

[mncxbe]

Just an Ango thingy I decided to write because I miss Paris !! season 2 spoilers

5:40♧

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: slight angst/ happy ending

The rattle of the rails reverberated through the entire tunnel, announcing the arrival of the midnight subway. It was a chilly autumn night and you were heading home from work. Just like every night, you were going to take line 14 from Châtelet to Saint-Lazare, then switch to line 13 to get to Saint-Denis, a total of 12 stops. This half hour trip to your crappy apartment was usually spent listening to music or reading the awfully long book you started the day you arrived in Paris two months ago; but not today.

As soon as the automatic doors of the subway closed behind you, your eyes landed on the poster glued to the tube's metal wall. It was a picture of the Ookagawa river in Yokohama, its banks lined with blossomed cherry trees. A sudden wave of nostalgia took over you and the memories came flooding in, echoes of the life you left behind.

You usually avoided thinking about your hometown and the people there; the memories were so fresh, the pain so vivid.

Only four months prior you were sitting on one of the high, rotating chairs at Lupin, celebrating Dazai's birthday with Oda and Ango, the people you considered your closest friends; your family. The drinks came one after another and except for Ango, who had his usual tomato juice, you were all tipsy.

"Ey Dazai. You've got enough to cover the bill, right?" you half laughed as you heard Dazai whine.

"But it's my birthday. Why should I be the one to pay?"

"Don't worry, birthday boy. I got you." said Oda in his usual calm voice.

You gently nudged Ango's arm, causing him to tense "You sure you don't want anything to drink?"

"No. Someone has to drive you home anyway." he replied without taking his eyes off of the glass in front of him.

Ango was the newest addition to your group; quite a reserved and stoic guy but you still liked him. He would often give you a lift after you had a few glasses at the bar.

"Alright. Suit yourself then."

That evening you parted ways, promising eachother to meet more often. Dazai left with Oda and you with Ango; the latter opening the passenger door for you.

"Angoo" you whined as you dropped onto the cushioned seat "My head hurts"

"Of course it hurts. You've had a lot to drink" he said in a slightly amused voice.

You noticed a few weeks prior that Ango would often let his guard down when it was only the two of you. It was a subtle change but you still noticed it: his shoulders were less tense, the line between his eyebrows would almost completely fade and he'd laugh more often.

During the ride home you looked at his profile. You were mesmerized by the way the city lights reflected in his glasses.

Without thinking, you reached for his glasses and snatched them, causing the man to almost crash into a nearby car. He managed to pull over in an empty parking space.

"Jesus, Y/N. I almost hit someone what are you doing?" he questioned in a harsh voice; but all his anger dissipated when he saw you propped against the door, adjusting his glasses on your face.

"Looook Ango. I'm pretty just like you now" you blurted out while smiling from ear to ear. A slight blush tinted his cheeks as he seized his glasses, earning another whine from you.

You were both quiet for the rest of the ride and by the time he pulled into the parking lot of your building you were almost asleep.

"Wake up, we're here" he spoke, gently shaking your shoulder but you only shurgged.

"Don't wanna go"

Ango looked at you for a few minutes, debating his next actions. He could let you sleep in his car, but that meant he'd have to spend the night in the parking lot. Or he could carry you to your apartment, which is exactly what he ended up doing.

Luckily the building had a functional elevator so he needn't walk you up the stairs to the 16th floor. He unlocked your door and walked inside your flat, placing you on the bed. Even in this drunked state you were pretty; laying on your side, your flushed cheeks like ripe apricots.

Just as he was about to leave you opened your eyes, calling out his name.

"Stay Ango please. Need to tell you s'mthing" you uttered while patting the bed. He cautiously took a seat and you pulled him down next to you, your arms wrapping around his torso.

He tried to protest but to no avail; you wouldn't let him go. Instead, you shifted closer to him, your face finding its way to the crook of his neck as you whispered a soft "I like you Ango" before drifting to sleep.

From then on you started seeing the man more and more often, the relationship between you growing by the day. It was still complicated; Ango was secretive and distant but you compensated with patience and trust. He eventually gave in and in three weeks time you started dating. It was one of the happiest months of your life; the usual missions were followed not by lonely nights, but by wonderful evenings spent in the comforting embrace of your boyfriend. "You did great today", "I'm really proud of you" he'd praise you, his fingers tracing random shapes along your thigh.

You'd often go on small dates: walks in the rain, late night talks under the starry sky on the top of his apartment building, a glass of wine in your hand, quick runs to the bookstore and occasional visits to different art museums; other times you'd simply join Dazai and Oda for drinks at Lupin.

But regardless of what you did in your free time, you did it together, your lives and routines slowly bleeding into eachother.

Your relationship ended abruptly on the day Oda died. When you found out about his involvement in your friend's death you fell to pieces. Although Ango begged you to stay, claiming that he never knew what would happen, that he didn't mean to hurt anyone, you couldn't be with him any longer. At least not now. No, you didn't blame him for Oda's death but he still lied to you and you felt betrayed.

The decisive factor in your resolve to flee the country was Dazai's disappearance. When you received his note saying that he'd left the Mafia and was going under the radar for a while, you booked a one-way flight to Paris, packed your few belongings and left.

Your recollection was interrupted by a loud chime that echoed through the subway, followed by the familiar mechanic voice that announced your arrival at the last station.

You quickly stepped out of the tube and navigated through the maze of tunnels until you reached the surface. A light drizzle had started while you were underground so you hurried home, eager to be confined in the comfort of your apartment.

When you opened the front door, the unopened envelope that lay on the ground caught your eyes. You picked it up and immediately recognized the handwriting. Without wasting a minute you tore the cover and procured the letter inside, your eyes scanning the paper.

Dear Y/N

I thought about whether I should reach out to you or not but I think it's time I did. Since you haven't been returning my calls I decided to write you a letter. It's been two months since Oda died and things are rough here; I just want to know if you're okay and safe. Please come home soon, I miss you.

Ango

You stared at the written piece of papern, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, clouding your vision. A few minutes later you neatly folded the letter, placing it on the countertop.

Maybe you were going to answer him, maybe you were going to go back to Yokohama, to him, but maybe you should think about these things tomorrow. But...

By the time you fell asleep, the night sky was already giving way to the rosy colours of the sunrise. The warm rays that entered the room through your large window fell onto your sleeping figure, illuminating the screen of your phone.

Suddenly, its display lit up and a blip announced that you had a new message:

I see my letter got to you, thanks for texting me. I'm really glad you're doing okay. Whenever you decide to come back I'll be here for you. ~Ango

[ur-local-kiwi]

; hello, im kiwi ^^ ;

not me forgetting to make a post about myself after first making this account,,,

but hello !! my name is kiwi / ghost :D as it says on my profile thingy (?) i am a digital artist (mainly self-taught), and i use they/them pronouns,,, i have decided to make a tumblr account after months of consideration to get my art out elsewhere and hopefully get to know more great people and learn more about drawing ! i do not know much about using tumblr but i hope to learn more !

im on pixilart (kiwitime) discord (urlocalzingai) and toyhouse (urlocalkiwi) where i post some of my art semi-frequently !

though it is not required, it is somewhat preferred for you to use tone tags/tone indicators when speaking to me ^^

im more than happy to chat at any time, so please dont hesitate to talk to me !

other little things about me,, you dont need to read any of this, its just extra things :"D

my birthday is august 24th, making me a virgo, and my mtbi is infp i think,,,

my current favorite shows/manga (subject to change) are kara no kioku (clearly), land of the lustrous, odd taxi, kaiju no. 8, all saints street, chainsaw man, jujutsu kaisen, and probably more (i mightve forgotten some ;v;)

my current favorite games include omori, splatoon, oneshot, cult of the lamb, one step from eden, and more ^o^

i also like vtubers, snails house, sanrio and, of course, eve <3

ill probably be updating this later to change some stuff around

thank you if you managed to read all of this,,, ;v; sorry for all of the writing,,, sorry im not the best at intros,,, ;v;

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday!

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The script for "Back to the Future" was rejected over 40 times by every major studio and by some more than once.

One day, you’ll just be a memory to some people. Do your best to be a good one.

At any given time, 0.7% of the world population is drunk. Meaning at least 50 million people are drunk right now.

Research suggests women make more jokes when they’re not being interrupted by men.

While you're busy looking for the perfect person, you'll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy.

Lava lamps were invented by an accountant whose hobby was making underwater nudist films.

William Morton, the father of anaesthesia, first experimented on himself but kept falling asleep before he could describe the results.

Sometimes you never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory that you wish you could experience again.

During World War I, French soldiers were issued a daily ration of Camembert and red wine.

In gay slang, a "friend of Dorothy" is a gay man. During the 1980s, the US military conducted a massive investigation to find out who Dorothy was.

Due to a computer error in 1989, 41,000 Parisians received letters charging them with murder, extortion and prostitution instead of traffic offences.

In 2016, Yukon Territory, Canada rolled out a campaign to remind residents that they should make sure to get enough vitamin D. The campaign's tagline was, "We all need the D".

For four years, the US state of Nebraska was last on a list of states that tourists are interested in visiting. The Nebraska Tourism Commission then adopted the slogan “Nebraska: honestly, it’s not for everyone.”

An old English alternative to divorcing was to auction off your wife, or husband in one case, in the town square. While there was never a legal basis for this, it continued for centuries and was reported as recently as 1901.

Examples of graffiti from Pompeii include, “Aufidius was here”, “Apollinaris, the doctor of the emperor Titus, defecated well here”, and “Apelles the chamberlain with Dexter, a slave of Caesar, ate here most agreeably and had a screw at the same time.”

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

[rose-and-lemongrass]

Ok I’m on the verge of falling into Despair so As Per Tradition here’s a list of horror movies I’ve watched for the first time this year that I’ve really liked

-The Wicker Man 1972

So here’s a good example of why spoilers don’t really bother me. I knew the ending going in (bc of the Nic Cage remake) and it still FUCKED ME UP SEVERELY. Like I was in TEARS. I didn’t even like the main character but GEEZE. It was 90% the sound of the ending scene I think.ikr the singing and the hymn and the cows screaming all layered on top of each other. It’s awful (high compliment). On a lighter note it’s also a secret musical and all the songs are bops :D

-Sinister

Speaking of knowing the ending and also horrifying sound design. This got spoiled for me by a classmate like 13 years ago. Was still sitting there watching it like 😨 Like god I get why this is considered THE scariest movie. Like hell damn this is one scary movie. Mostly bc of the music like holy god I felt like eas having a fever dream. This movie genuinely reminds me of the time I was sick on the couch slipping in and out of consciousness and my mom put on American Horror Story. I’m mad it was a Blumhouse film i genuinely believe it would be a masterpiece if Blumhouse wasn’t forcing jumpscares in there.

-X/Pearl

Lumping these two together cause idk they’re both in the same series and I love them. Pearls fucking great I love it dearly. And X reminded me I’m scared of Alligators uhhh rip Bobbi Lynn

-Longlegs

Lee Harker ❤️❤️❤️ I vibe with this one I don’t care. I understand it deep in my soul. It’s also one of those things of whenever I watch it or watch a reaction to it I notice something new and I love that shit!! What a cool fuckin movie

-In A Violent Nature

Oh I vibed heavily with this one. A jaunty nature walk with my best friend Johnny. Turning a girl into a human pretzel. Awesome. Was emotionally impacted by the ending and was apparently the only one who was!! Spent the weekend afterwards wondering why my interpretation of the ending was the complete opposite of everyone else’s and now I might make a video about that because. What the fuck

-Saint Maud

This movie deeply wounded me. I also watched it on my birthday. What an awful decision that was I was just sitting there in shock afterwards like. Oh no. Oh god. Anyways awesome movie I never want to see it again

-Speak No Evil 2022

Speaking of movies that fucked me up I never want to see again. I was literally pausing the movie every 5 minutes to scream at the characters. And then the end made me sick. I respect the hell out of it though. And I deeply resonated with it bc IM a spineless coward who gets roped into awful social situations all the time!! The characters are me!! Someday a freaks gonna invite me over to their house and I’m gonna be too polite to leave and then they’ll kill me and I’ll just be like. Damn Speak No Evil 2022 was right. Also fuck the American remake

-Happy Death Day

…Ok this has no business being as good as it is wtf. Amazing lead too like wow Tree is such a great character I love her. This is a good one if you want to get into horror but are nervous about it btw bc there’s basically no gore and it’s really really fun

-Suitable Flesh

I’m gonna be honest idk if I LIKE this movie. Or if I’m just shell shocked. That there’s a possession movie where a demon possesses a woman for the first time and then experiences a female orgasm and is like WOW THIS IS GREAT IM ONLY POSSESSING WOMEN FROM NOW ON!!! Like excuse me???????

-Strange Darling

Yesssss this movie is soooooo good!! Idk even what to say about it I’m starting to lose steam it’s just really really good :D

-Stream

This movie is not good. But that kill. With the tick tack toe. Was the most fun I had in the theater all year I was scream laughing and rolling around in my seat. Ah god bless I hope they make more i need more crazy shit like that in my life

-Blink Twice

Honestly really good thriller. There’s a bunch of twists but they’re GOOD twists they were set up properly. And some solid female solidarity in that movie, always nice to see. The last five minutes were…. Umm…. Less good? Idk how I feel about that yet. But I love the rest of it!!

-Oddity

I just thought it was neat :) EXTREMELY tense opening too oh my goddddd

-When Evil Lurks

That kill. You know the one. It made me cry ☹️

-Abigail

Soooooo the last 20 minutes were complete nonsense and drag the movie down for me but the rest is so much fun I’m including it here. Like genuinely just a really good time. That one dance scene was so cool

-Hatchet

Oh I didn’t know this existed till like a week ago. Genuinely really enjoyed it though. Reminded me a lot of Terrifier!!! And it’s really funny. I also kinda like how the first three movies function like one narrative and despite losing the lead actress it’s shockingly seamless you could stitch them together and it would flow perfectly

-Wolf Creek

Yo what the fuck Australia. That head on a stick thing was. Actually the most upsetting thing I’d seen in a while. Haven’t worked up the courage to watch the sequel yet ahahaha

-Evil Dead 2

I just think it’s neat!!! I’ve watched it twice now. It’s like my exact sense of humor it’s so good!!

-House of 1000 Corpses

Fish Boy!! And Captain Spaulding. The rest is ummmmmm. Ummmmmmmm. I mean it’s artistically really cool and I think it’s fun so you know what it’s going here’s

-All the Chucky movies

Haha. Yea. Y’all were right these are great

[ellescastleglow]

Alphabet Reading Challenge, Age 23

Happy Virgo season! I've been getting back into reading lately, so I'm doing a reading challenge for the next year. I've chosen themes that match each letter of the alphabet, and I have until my 24th birthday to read one book that fits each theme. I've run the calculations, and it's an average of 20 pages a day, so totally manageable.

The Rules

1: Not all of these are new to me, some are rereads.

2: I can read them in any order, whenever I want. I can read all of Smile within a day, but it will definitely take me longer to read some of these other ones.

3: I can get a head start on the longer ones, I just have to finish them while I'm 23. I'm already halfway through Emma, for example.

4: Ulysses and Living Judaism are way too long for me to read within the allotted time, so I've put a goal of 250 pages in for those ones. If I'm finished with all the other ones by the time I turn 24 and I have time, I'll continue with these and see how far I can get.

5: A couple of these are a stretch, for example Madame Bovary is French and therefore not Victorian.

Autobiography - The Woman in Me, Britney Spears

Banned Book - A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess

Classic - Emma, Jane Austen

Dystopian - The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

Epistolary - Dracula, Bram Stoker

Family - Little Women, Louisa May Alcott

Graphic Novel - Smile, Raina Telgemeier

Horror - Carrie, Stephen King

Irish (setting or author) - Ulysses, James Joyce (goal: 250 pages)

Judaism - Living Judaism, R. Wayne D. Dosick (goal: 250 pages)

Kids' Book - The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Languages (translated) - The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka

Mystery - A Good Girl's Guide to Murder, Holly Jackson

Non Fiction - The Trifecta Passport, Amber Walker

Over a Year on my TBR - One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez

Personal Development - Buy Yourself the Damn Flowers, Tam Kaur

Quiet (no audiobooks allowed) - The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Remembrance - Night, Elie Wiesel

Sci-fi - Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

Twentieth Century Classic - The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Under 175 Pages - Convenience Store Woman, Sayaka Murata

Victorian - Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert

Whodunnit - Murder on the Orient Express, Agatha Christie

X (free space) - The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

Young Adult - Blood Water Paint, Joy McCullough

Zeitgeist (defined an era) - The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

[tarnishedhalo]

S'a good year, this

Ron hadn’t told a soul he’d been sniffing round the online auction scene. Back in London he’d loved going to ‘em in person now and then. They’d been a change of routine, a chance - because these weren’t your general service sort of auctions - to live within the means he’d earned, not the ones he’d had as a little lad living in Hoxton twenty-and-some years ago now. Granted moving overseas had put paid to swanning round Sotheby’s, London, in his best togs, but he couldn’t complain really. The US had its own rich-bids get togethers he could get a hand in on, and the Net – that made things even easier.

And that was how he’d come upon a very specific gem.

Flush with the the takings of a fucking good few months on New York’s entertainment scene he’d signed on to his most trusted theatre for bidding wars and almost fallen out his chair at the sight of lot number #10174. He was decided in that very moment, if he got nothing else out of his bidding ventures, This Lot had to be his. That it’d come up this year, with the perfect number, the perfect vintage on the bottle’s delicate curves – it was fate. It had to be. So he bid, and bid, and the war was fierce between him and a good fifty-seven Very Interested Persons but in the end–

Victory.

He’d practically rocketed out his chair, had Ron, when the lot was called for him. He’d danced round his apartment, scooping up Duchess the pup and waltzing with her as funds were exchanged, delivery was finalised, and the wait for his prized acquisition began. Bless the auction house, it only took two weeks to make it across the pond to his door; just in time for it to wrapped, presentation box and all, and hand delivered. A middle-evening trip up to Casa Riley - sans elevator trouble, he noted curiously - saw effusive happy returns wished when he was met at the door, a card and the wrapped spoils of bidding wars acquisition presented with a muted flourish. And when they were unveiled - his attempt at wrapping neat enough to imply some serious help from May - well…

“S'a good numbah, this'n…” Ron smiled. “-‘Appy birfday, Trouble.”

“Oh.”

A pause between smoke and steel. “My.” Yeah, here it comes. One of the favourite children of Saints long dead and immortalized in prayer, about to drop the blaspheme of a lifetime. However, what ends that tirade isn’t English or Latin but the melodic depths of the language of his ancestors. “naofa... focáil.”

Maybe not intentional. Ron’d come to wish him a happy birthday even though Riley tends to be notoriously if not secretive about it, certainly not the type to advertise, especially the older he gets. Tonight he’d been indulging in playing a selection of his older guitars along with a couple Thelonious Monk albums after dropping his sister off at work.

The coffee freshly brewed scents the apartment’s air along with his sister’s plants, the smoke from the cigarette he’s fidgeting with, a spectral hint of his cologne, all clean and woodsy notes that are never particularly strong. His jaw works a moment or two all the while emphasizing the stubble giving it a heavy shadow.   “I.”  Another pause.  “I ain’t even got the words, Rawnie.”

Even when and where it might behoove him, fear and the expression of on his face is something that Riley hasn’t got in him, but for a split second it seems as though he’s terrified to so much as lift the bottle; fear of breaking it, fear that he might be dozing off in his chair and having a vivid dream, something intangible. Though if he’s being honest, his heart beats like the bass and drum line for War Pigs. His head shifts, eyes dark ~though they’ve always been deeper than his sisters, the green sharper than the brown~ and pensive as he stares at his friend across the coffee table. “Not for nuthin’ but like...I don’t know if I wanna drink it with you, or put it in a vault.”

This of course is a rhetorical sort of philosophy, an explanation of how deeply he’s touched and likewise how he tends to shroud those kinds of emotion deep under his armor of glibness and charm. Then just like that it sort of evaporates as Riley lifts a hand and takes one deep drag of his Marlboro before putting it out in the large heavy crystal ashtray that may or may not be able to shatter someone’s skull a time or two before entertaining the idea of cracking.

He looms large at Ron’s side as he makes a stop beside him. The open neck of his shirt becomes a deep V as he leans down and hugs Ron with a surprising lightness, slowness, every move telegraphed from the careful bend at his waist. A moment later that pressure of him is gone and his jacket is getting left behind on the chair he’d vacated.

“But thanks for goin’ through the trouble, and for thinking of me, a chara.” He makes his way across the sumptuous space that occupies a large portion of the apartment, a combination great room, kitchen, dining area, and to a small glass enclosure near the built-in wet bar. He takes out two crystal tumblers, and a few seconds later, puts three polished stone cubes into one, taken from the same small refrigerator as the glasses themselves. “Onna rocks, right?”

[brookston]

Holidays 6.11

Holidays

American Evacuation Day (Libya)

Cousteau Day

Davis Day (Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada)

Dirty Book Day

Escape from Alcatraz Day

Evacuation Day (Libya)

Fandens Fodselsdag (Devil’s Birthday; Denmark)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off Day

Folding Chair Day

Honeysuckle Day (French Republic)

International Balloon Artist Day

International Day of Solidarity with Long Term Anarchist Prisoners

International KBG Syndrome Awareness Day

International Lynx Day

Jurassic Park Day

Just One Day

Kamehameha Day (Hawaii) [Unless a Weekend, then Friday before]

National Cancer Thriver Day

National Feed the Ducks Day

National Hot Rod Day

National Hug Holiday

National Impressionists Day

National Making Life Beautiful Day

National Olivia Day

Navy Day (Brazil)

Peace of Chaco Day (Bolivia, Paraguay)

Polyamory Pride Day

Queen Fabiola Day (Belgium)

Say Hi Day

Student Day (Honduras)

Umbrella Day (Japan)

William Davis Miners' Memorial Day (Nova Scotia, Canada)

Women Generals Day

World Agriculture Day

World Jaguar Day

World Prostate Cancer Day

Yarn Bombing Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Corn on the Cob Day

Cotton Candy Day

German Chocolate Cake Day

Pizza Margherita Day

Royal Hot Dog Day

2nd Sunday in June

Abused Women and Children’s Awareness Day [2nd Sunday]

Bunker Hill Day observed (Massachusetts) [Sunday before 17th]

Canadian Rivers Day (Canada) [2nd Sunday]

Father’s Day (Austria, Belgium) [2nd Sunday]

LEAF Open Farm Sunday (UK) [2nd Sunday]

Multicultural American Child Day [2nd Sunday]

National Career Nursing Assistants’ Day [2nd Sunday]

National Children's Day [2nd Sunday]

National Garden Day (Germany) [2nd Sunday]

National Puerto Rican Day [2nd Sunday]

Race Unity Day (a.k.a. Race Amity Day; Baha’i) [2nd Sunday]

Ride the Wind Day [2nd Sunday]

World Pet Memorial Day [2nd Sunday; also 2nd Tuesday]

World Swallowtail Day [2nd Sunday]

Write To Your Father Day [2nd Sunday]

Feast Days

Arrephoria (Ancient Greece)

Barnabas the Apostle (Christian; Saint) [Harvests]

Bartholomew the Apostle (Eastern Christianity)

Day of the One Hit Wonders (Church of the SubGenius)

Festival of Goibnui (Provider of the Ale of Immortality; Celtic)

Festival of Mater Matuta (Goddess of the Dawn; Ancient Rome)

Fish Day (Pastafarian)

Fortuna Virgo (Ancient Rome)

St. Francis Xavier (Positivist; Saint)

Gimley’s Boss (Muppetism)

Holiday of the Happy Gnomes (Pagan)

Ignatius Maloyan, Blessed (Armenian Catholic Church)

John Constable (Artology)

Loki’s Day (Pagan)

Matralia (Old Roman festival to goddess Mater Matuta)

Paula Frassinetti (Christian; Saint)

Riagail of Bangor (Christian; Saint)

Rites of Matralia (Honoring Mater Matua, Goddess of Dawn & Childbirth; Ancient Rome)

Solemnity of the Body and Blood of Christ (Christian) [Sunday after Trinity Sunday]

Tochumra of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [22 of 53]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (Film; 1999)

The Caine Mutiny, by Herman Wouk (Novel; 1952)

E.T. the Extraterrestrial (Film; 1982)

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (Film; 1986)

Garfield (Film; 2004)

In the Heights (Film; 2021)

Jumpin’ Jive, by Joe Jackson (Album; 1981)

Jurassic Park (Film; 1993)

Karate Kid (Film; 2010)

Katnip Kollege (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

Moonlight for Two (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Napoleon Dynamite (Film; 2004)

Nashville (Film; 1975)

The Negotiator, by Frederick Forsyth (Novel; 1989)

Papa Don’t Preach, by Madonna (Song; 1986)

A Passion For Excellence, by Tom Peters and Nancy Austin (Book; 1985)

Play That Funky Music, by Wild Cherry (Song; 1976)

Poor Papa (Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Primary Colors, by Anonymous (Novel; 1996)

Rabbit Rampage (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Teddy Bear, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1957)

True Grit (Film; 1969)

Winter’s Bone (Film; 2010)

Today’s Name Days

Alice, Barnabas, Paula (Austria)

Barnaba, Bogumil, Borna, Roza (Croatia)

Bruno (Czech Republic)

Barnabas (Denmark)

Imbi, Imme (Estonia)

Immi, Impi (Finland)

Barnabé (France)

Alice, Barnabas, Paula, Udo (Germany)

Varnavas, Vartholomaios (Greece)

Barnabás (Hungary)

Barnaba (Italy)

Ingus, Mairis, Sigrida, Svens, Vidvuds (Latvia)

Aluona, Barnarbas, Flora, Tvirmantas (Lithuania)

Bjørg, Bjørge, Borgar (Norway)

Anastazy, Barnaba, Feliks, Radomił, Teodozja (Poland)

Luca, Pavel, Petru, Vartolomeu (România)

Dobroslava (Slovakia)

Bernabé (Spain)

Berthold, Bertil (Sweden)

Bartholomew (Ukraine)

Barnabas, Barnaby, Barnett, Barney, Barret (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 162 of 2024; 203 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 23 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 24 (Geng-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 22 Sivan 5783

Islamic: 22 Dhu al-Qada 1444

J Cal: 12 Sol; Fiveday [12 of 30]

Julian: 29 May 2023

Moon: 40%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 22 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Francis Xavier]

Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 2 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 83 of 92)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 21 of 32)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 6.11

Holidays

American Evacuation Day (Libya)

Cousteau Day

Davis Day (Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada)

Dirty Book Day

Escape from Alcatraz Day

Evacuation Day (Libya)

Fandens Fodselsdag (Devil’s Birthday; Denmark)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off Day

Folding Chair Day

Honeysuckle Day (French Republic)

International Balloon Artist Day

International Day of Solidarity with Long Term Anarchist Prisoners

International KBG Syndrome Awareness Day

International Lynx Day

Jurassic Park Day

Just One Day

Kamehameha Day (Hawaii) [Unless a Weekend, then Friday before]

National Cancer Thriver Day

National Feed the Ducks Day

National Hot Rod Day

National Hug Holiday

National Impressionists Day

National Making Life Beautiful Day

National Olivia Day

Navy Day (Brazil)

Peace of Chaco Day (Bolivia, Paraguay)

Polyamory Pride Day

Queen Fabiola Day (Belgium)

Say Hi Day

Student Day (Honduras)

Umbrella Day (Japan)

William Davis Miners' Memorial Day (Nova Scotia, Canada)

Women Generals Day

World Agriculture Day

World Jaguar Day

World Prostate Cancer Day

Yarn Bombing Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Corn on the Cob Day

Cotton Candy Day

German Chocolate Cake Day

Pizza Margherita Day

Royal Hot Dog Day

2nd Sunday in June

Abused Women and Children’s Awareness Day [2nd Sunday]

Bunker Hill Day observed (Massachusetts) [Sunday before 17th]

Canadian Rivers Day (Canada) [2nd Sunday]

Father’s Day (Austria, Belgium) [2nd Sunday]

LEAF Open Farm Sunday (UK) [2nd Sunday]

Multicultural American Child Day [2nd Sunday]

National Career Nursing Assistants’ Day [2nd Sunday]

National Children's Day [2nd Sunday]

National Garden Day (Germany) [2nd Sunday]

National Puerto Rican Day [2nd Sunday]

Race Unity Day (a.k.a. Race Amity Day; Baha’i) [2nd Sunday]

Ride the Wind Day [2nd Sunday]

World Pet Memorial Day [2nd Sunday; also 2nd Tuesday]

World Swallowtail Day [2nd Sunday]

Write To Your Father Day [2nd Sunday]

Feast Days

Arrephoria (Ancient Greece)

Barnabas the Apostle (Christian; Saint) [Harvests]

Bartholomew the Apostle (Eastern Christianity)

Day of the One Hit Wonders (Church of the SubGenius)

Festival of Goibnui (Provider of the Ale of Immortality; Celtic)

Festival of Mater Matuta (Goddess of the Dawn; Ancient Rome)

Fish Day (Pastafarian)

Fortuna Virgo (Ancient Rome)

St. Francis Xavier (Positivist; Saint)

Gimley’s Boss (Muppetism)

Holiday of the Happy Gnomes (Pagan)

Ignatius Maloyan, Blessed (Armenian Catholic Church)

John Constable (Artology)

Loki’s Day (Pagan)

Matralia (Old Roman festival to goddess Mater Matuta)

Paula Frassinetti (Christian; Saint)

Riagail of Bangor (Christian; Saint)

Rites of Matralia (Honoring Mater Matua, Goddess of Dawn & Childbirth; Ancient Rome)

Solemnity of the Body and Blood of Christ (Christian) [Sunday after Trinity Sunday]

Tochumra of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [22 of 53]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (Film; 1999)

The Caine Mutiny, by Herman Wouk (Novel; 1952)

E.T. the Extraterrestrial (Film; 1982)

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (Film; 1986)

Garfield (Film; 2004)

In the Heights (Film; 2021)

Jumpin’ Jive, by Joe Jackson (Album; 1981)

Jurassic Park (Film; 1993)

Karate Kid (Film; 2010)

Katnip Kollege (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

Moonlight for Two (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Napoleon Dynamite (Film; 2004)

Nashville (Film; 1975)

The Negotiator, by Frederick Forsyth (Novel; 1989)

Papa Don’t Preach, by Madonna (Song; 1986)

A Passion For Excellence, by Tom Peters and Nancy Austin (Book; 1985)

Play That Funky Music, by Wild Cherry (Song; 1976)

Poor Papa (Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Primary Colors, by Anonymous (Novel; 1996)

Rabbit Rampage (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Teddy Bear, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1957)

True Grit (Film; 1969)

Winter’s Bone (Film; 2010)

Today’s Name Days

Alice, Barnabas, Paula (Austria)

Barnaba, Bogumil, Borna, Roza (Croatia)

Bruno (Czech Republic)

Barnabas (Denmark)

Imbi, Imme (Estonia)

Immi, Impi (Finland)

Barnabé (France)

Alice, Barnabas, Paula, Udo (Germany)

Varnavas, Vartholomaios (Greece)

Barnabás (Hungary)

Barnaba (Italy)

Ingus, Mairis, Sigrida, Svens, Vidvuds (Latvia)

Aluona, Barnarbas, Flora, Tvirmantas (Lithuania)

Bjørg, Bjørge, Borgar (Norway)

Anastazy, Barnaba, Feliks, Radomił, Teodozja (Poland)

Luca, Pavel, Petru, Vartolomeu (România)

Dobroslava (Slovakia)

Bernabé (Spain)

Berthold, Bertil (Sweden)

Bartholomew (Ukraine)

Barnabas, Barnaby, Barnett, Barney, Barret (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 162 of 2024; 203 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 23 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 24 (Geng-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 22 Sivan 5783

Islamic: 22 Dhu al-Qada 1444

J Cal: 12 Sol; Fiveday [12 of 30]

Julian: 29 May 2023

Moon: 40%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 22 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Francis Xavier]

Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 2 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 83 of 92)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 21 of 32)

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Kylian Mbappe sees his ex-girlfriend at Bruna Cindy’s birthday party and wants her back. Prior their break-up they had been dating since they were 14 years old but to both achieve their dreams it led them to break-up. Since then Y/N archived an amazing career as a actress and singer. She just won a Grammy as well. Kylian is so proud of her and jealous at the same time that she has all of these famous men after her. PS. I love your stories and keep going with the great work!❤️

Normal People - Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Hey, Thanks for the request. I changed it a little, hope you don't mind.

Masterlist

summary: In which Kylian and the reader both went after their dreams only to end up in the same place again.

„Did you see who’s here?“ you friend asked you as you stared into the blank black sky.

Taking a drag of your cigarette, snuggling up in your coat as you stood on the balcony in the cold crisp air.Fireworks decorating the sky from time to time as the clock got closer to midnight. New Years eve, 2021.

In a way you hadn’t imagined yourself ending your year at some random party but then again somehow you always ended up there. Paris was truly a lonely place for you. Even though you were surrounded by these crowds of people.

„Kyky you mean?“ you chuckled, looking at Cindy, who was studying you from the side. She took a sip of her champagne nodding „Yes, Mbappé.“

It was weird hearing people call him by his last name. To you he was just Kyky. You still remember the ay you came up with the nickname. How much he hated it.

„Yes I saw him.“ you smiled weakly, thinking of the guy. You had spotted him when you first walked in. He just stood there talking to a bunch of people. You didn’t wanna go up to him and bother him as he looked rather busy.

It wasn’t like the two of you had ended on bad terms. Actually you just kind of grew apart. You had known Kylian since you both were just kids. After you moved to France with your father for his work.

Attending the same school Kylian did, you got picked on horribly. They saw you as the odd rich girl from England that didn’t speak any french and just didn’t fit in. So your first two years there you had a terrible experience. That was until you were put in a class with a certain unruly boy.

Kylian, who was never seen without a football, immediately took an interest in you. It started by innocently sitting together in class and soon turned into hanging out after school, doing homework or more like pretending to do so, getting ice cream at Kylians favorite place and accompanying him to football games.

His family basically took you up as your dad was always working and you had no one else. You even spent christmas with them multiple times and their home soon became your second one.

It didn’t take long for him to develope a crush on you. Whenever he watched you sing and play the piano you could see it in his eyes. At first you didn’t act on it. Not wanting to jeopardize the friendship. But soon enough you found yourself falling head over heels for the french boy.

And then when you were just 14 years old, you went on your first ever date. Kylian and you had many firsts to come including your first real heartbreak at 19.

„I’m transferring to Paris Saint Germaine.“ he spoke int the phone as you sat in the front seat of your car. In front of you a contract of an English record label that had just offered to sign you.

„That’s…“ you whispered, trying to find the right words to say „That’s great Kyky.“

There was a moment of silence before he cleared his throat „Why does it sound like you don’t really mean that.“

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked out into the dark streets of London. „No I’m happy for you Kylian. I really am….“

„But you can’t come with me… Right?“ he asked and you could tell he sounded afraid of what was about to come.

„You deserve someone who can Kylian.“ you now started crying, resting your head onto the window.

„No, don’t say that.“ Kylian chocked and you could hear him start to sob into his hand as tears slipped down onto your phone.

„But it’s the truth Kylian. We both do.“ your voice was shaky as you tried to get your sentences out „We both need to do this. We both need to live our lives and reach our goals. This is your dream Kylian. So go live it.“

And that was the way it had ended. Afterwards you hadn’t ever spoken to him again. He had texted you from time to time, congratulating you or checking in on how you were doing. So did you but about two years ago that also stopped.

Living in England and having accomplished quite a career as a musician it wasn’t like you were gonna run into him. So you lived your life, toured the world, won tons of awards including a grammy at the beginning of this year.

Relationship-wise not a lot of serious stuff had happened. Of course, you had flings here and there but nothing was ever long-lasting.

That was the price of fame. It was quite hard to find something sincere. And it wasn’t like you had a lot of friends from your past life, that was how you liked to call it. All your friends were Kylians friends and with you being the one to move away; of course they stayed in contact with him rather than you.

So you were stuck with meaningless friendships and realitionships.

Then this christmas, when you came to visit your dad and his new partner and child. There was a huge fall out between you and his girlfriend. It was something about you not being a part of the family and never showing up.

So you ended up in a hotel where Cindy was staying. You knew the model from some kind of event and the two of you ended up having dinner, where she invited you to her New Years eve bash.

She had told you it was a small gathering of her closest friends due to Covid restrictions. But to you it was still more than enough people.

„I didn’t know he’d come.“ Cindy sighed, caressing your back „He told me he wouldn’t make it. If I had known, I’d warned you…“

„It’s okay Cindy.“ you chuckled, putting out your cigarette as you stared at the beautiful view of the Eiffel tower „Him and I ended on good terms. So it’s no big deal.“

„I know, I know…“ she sighed, shaking her head „I mean Kylian always speaks so highly of you.“

„He does?“ you asked with furrowed eyebrows, looking at the model.

„Yes… He is so proud of you and everything you have accomplished.“

The music was blaring through the speakers as you stood at the buffet, staring at all the different cakes and desserts. Trying to figure out which one to pick.

„Anything with chocolate seems like a good idea if you ask me.“ a voice appeared next to you. You felt your heart jump at the familiar sound.

Looking up, straight into his eyes, you slowly put down your paper plate.

„Hey.“ you softly whispered, not really believing he was actually right in front of you.

„Hey.“ he chuckled, before wrapping his arms around you. The familiar scent hitting you as he embraced you in a hug. You wanted it to last forever as you tried to take in each moment. Overwehelmed with emotions and memories. All of them flodding back to you with every second he was holding you.

„I can’t believe you're in Paris.“ he chuckled pulling away, leaving you totally stunned as you tried to come up with an answer.

„Yeah…“

Yeah? Really Y/n? There was a moment of silence and you could tell Kylian was searching for the right words to say. You tried to so hard to open your mouth and say anything. But nothing happened, you just stood there staring at your ex boyfriend.

Kylian felt a huge wave of dissapointment wash over him. Did you not wanna see him?

He regretted even coming up to you but when he spotted you at the buffet he felt like time had stopped. You looked so stunning in your silver dress. You were all grown up and even more beautiful than he remembered. He just had to talk to you. It had been so long since he had last heard your voice.

It was then when a tall dark haired guy appeared next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Kylian felt like someone had stabbed a knife into his chest. He immediately recognized the guy.

„Where’s my dessert?“ Timothée chuckled and you looked up at the actor.

„Timmy.“ you stated, looking back and forth between him and Kylian „What are you doing here?“

„Ahh… Cindy’s an old friend.“ he said, awkwardly scratching his head.

Timothée and you had stared in a movie together. It had been your first ever film and let’s just say you had gotten caught in the heat of the moment. The two of you had a little thing, which sadly ended up on every tabloid cover. It wasn’t really a big deal but because he was Timothee Chalamet and you were you they made it a big old story.

Kylian cleared his throat, feeling absolutely uncomfortable as he watched you stare at the actor. He hated this. No, he absolutely despised it. He always avoided reading about you but it was hard as you were everywhere.

He of course, had heard all the rumors about you and other famous actors and singers. One time you had even been linked to a famous English footballer and god was Kylians blood boiling then.

He knew he had no right to be jealous. You both weren’t together after all. But when you break up with someone while still loving them; you never really stop.

„Ehm... this is Timothée.“ you tried to break the awkward tension as you introduced them „And Timotheé… This is Kylian.“

„Nice to meet you.“ Timothée held out his hand and Kylian hesitated for a second but then shook it „You play football right?“

„Yes…“ Kylian nodded, faking a smile „And you?“

You swallowed, feeling absoluetly humiliated. Why was he pretending to not know who Timmy was?

„I’m an actor.“ Timothée chuckled, before pointing at you „We were in a movie together.“

„Ah, okay.“ Kylian nodded, crossing his arms while he watched the actor grab some chocolate cake.

„Kyky!“ a voice then yelled and a second later a drunk blonde girl stumbled towards the buffet. She wrapped her arm aound Kylians neck in order not to fall.

It was then when Kylian tried to talk to the wasted girl when you realized something. You watched him hold her up, worriedly talking to her. As she threw herself onto him. He clearly knew her very well.

„She seems fun.“ Timmy obliviously giggled next to you, biting into his cake.

„She called him Kyky.“ you felt your eyes tear up and the actor just look at you confused. He didn’t understand it. Of course not.

„What?“ he stated with furrowed brows and a second later Cindy yelled „Five minutes till midnight. Grab your glasses.“

„I… I have…“ you stuttered, looking up at Timmy through blurry eyes „I have to go.“ With that you turned around, making your way through people as you felt your heart being shattered into a million pieces. You could hear Timmy yell after you and Cindy try to stop you on your way out but soon enough the door was closed behind you. Running down the hallway of the apartment complex, holding only your clutch in your hand, you had to get out of here.

Finally outside, feeling the cold air against your face as you tried to catch your breath. Leaning against the building, tears just slipping down your cheek non stop.

„Y/n!“ a breathless Kylian stumbled out the building, looking left and right. Then when he spotted you he immediately hurried over to you.

„Y/n!“ he ran up to you and then standing infront of you, not knowing what to do or say „Are you okay?“

You wiped your tears, looking at his face behind him the sky already being lit up with fireworks.

„No.“ you smiled, shaking your head „I’m not... My dad he hates me. I spent Christmas at a hotel this year all alone. I have no friends and no family. And I’m just… I have accomplished everything anyone could ever dream off and I’m absoluetly miserable.“

Kylian looked at you stunned. he had been under the impression that you were happy. It broke his heart seeing you like this.

„I actually understand.“ he sighed, nodding his hand „Believe me I really understand. I mean I’ve won trophy after trophy and I’m still searching for it… Happiness.“

„It’s funny.“ you chuckled, shaking your head and wiping your cheeks „Back before any of this. When we had nothing. I just had a piano and you only your football. But I think we were happy then.“

„Yes.“ Kylian nodded, before taking a deep breath. His eyes now also filling with tears „But we had to go after our dream, right? I don’t think we did that bad.“

„No…“ you chuckled, biting your lip „I think we did pretty good.“

The clock striked midnight as the city got louder than ever. Just you and Kylian were standing in what seemed like a quiet corner, watching all the fireworks appear behind the Eiffel tower.

Both not saying a word. But each of you realizing that the perception you had of each other was wrong. Yes, you both had lived these extraordinary lives and had met all these incredible famous people but both of you still just were; normal people.

And maybe one day, you could try again. To be normal together in your crazy worlds.

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[lostysworld]

A healing touch – Kaz Brekker x reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (final)

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warning: OOC (so much for Kaz),fluff!!!!!!

Summary: Kaz is ready to give a second chance. It leads to finding his true place around you.

A/N: I've done this, guys!! I've done fluff!!! Hope you'll like it :D

Masterlist

For the whole next week you are helping your parents, who are trying to plan you soon-to-be birthday. No need to mention, you don't want to celebrate, when your head is busy with what happened between you and Kaz.

You love him, really love. And you aren't even angry at him, because everyone makes mistakes. But sitting like this, doing nothing and waiting for Saints know what is slowly killing you.

You met with Inej and Nina for several times to discuss it, but they couldn't advise nothing, but to wait.

Your mother, in her turn, decides to invite all your friends. Means, all the Crows will be at one place at the same time, and it's definitely going to be fun. Maybe you just need a little bit of distraction.

Your birthday is your father's day off, so your house is soaked with pastry smell from base to the roof from the very morning.

Since your dad is preparing everything at home, it is your turn to help your mother at her work. It is where Kaz's messenger finds you.

A small note shakes in your hands slightly, as you can't stop it.

"If you didn't change your mind, come"

You chuckle. In the end of the note you see a small ink scratch of a crow foot. Kaz always signs notes for you that way.

– Are you planning on standing like that and keeping him waiting?

Your mother's voice rings from your back.

– How do you-

– You have this face again, - she smiles shortly at you and nods towards the door. – Go, girl. I can manage this place by myself.

The wooden door squeaks and you come inside the office. Kaz is sitting behind his table as usual, but he instantly stands up, when you appear at his doorway.

– Hey, - your awkward smile lightens up his worried face a bit. – Something important for me?

You don't know why he called you here, but don't want to have a false hope.

– Yes...it is important, - the man comes up to a drawer and takes out a silver bracelet, the one that matches your pendant. – Happy birthday, Y/N.

He extends his arm to you for taking it, but you only come up to him and cover his gloved hand with yours.

– I will never change my mind, Kaz. Not for you.

Brekker sighs heavily and raises his glance on you, making you shiver. You have never had a thought of how it could be hard not to see him for a week.

– You will be in danger every single minute of your life, - his firm tone makes you nod. – And we will both live under constant pressure.

– Fine.

– Not to mention, that I can never give you a full life, and-, - you make him stop with your hand on his, giving the man a slight squeeze.

– What do you think full life is, Brekker?

He shakes his head, aware of the fact, that you will never agree with him on this point. A faint smile of yours reassures him a bit, and when you start speaking, he relaxes.

– Having you by my side, Kaz, is pretty enough for me. Frankly, - you slowly take off his gloves, one by one, laying them on the table. – It is the only thing I can dream of.

You are so close now, and want to kiss him so badly. Brekker's gaze drops to your lips and you understand his intention quite clearly.

With a shaking breath he moves to you, and you can only imagine how hard it is for the man. Yes, he advanced greatly with this, you can now even allow yourself an accidental brush across his hand, but a kiss is another thing.

– You don't have, if you don't want to, Kaz. I can wait.

He shakes his head reluctantly, and lays his bare hand on your shoulder.

– The problem is that I don't want you to wait, Y/N.

With that he slowly shortens the gap and brushes his lips across yours. It is merely a kiss, but it feels like heavens for you, as it is literally your biggest dream, that, you think, was impossible.

The grip on you shoulder tightens, and you can barely hold back a smile. It is a big move for Kaz and you as well, so you can't be nothing but proud of him. Even if he is a bit nervous.

Then he breaks the kiss after a dozen of seconds and touches your forehead with his, staying like this for some time.

– It is not stolen.

– What? - you leans back to meet his gaze. The man nods towards the bracelet on the table he gave you.

– The bracelet is not stolen. I bought him in-

You shut him up with another careful kiss, this time more passionate, not afraid for his reaction. You can swear, Brekker grins tensely in the kiss, as you can feel it with your skin.

Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, bought a birthday present for you, matching with his previous gift. What else could you dream about, really?

– I turned out, - Kaz tries to calm his breath. – Liking you a lot more that I originally planned.

– Is it anything, that you don't plan?

– You, kissing me for the second time. It wasn't planned.

You chuckle and instantly find his other hand to hold, but he halts. Seems, it's too much for him in one moment. Brekker gives you an apologetic smirk.

– You are doing great, - you smile to him, trying to reassure.

– I still need time to work it through.

– You are not alone, Kaz, - he keeps staring at you in a kind of awe. – We will work it through. I will help you.

Brekker grins at you and reaches for the bracelet on the table to lock on your wrist.

– Will you come to the dinner?

You suddenly remember about today's birthday party. Now, when everything is settled down between you two, you can think about planning again.

– I'm not sure-

– Everyone will be there, Kaz. And you know my mother will be happy to see you.

Brekker hesitates. Though you don't want to force him and rush the moment. But it would be lovely to see him along with your friends and family.

– You know, I don't suit family dinners, Y/N.

His half broken voice makes your heart ache for him. Why he can't understand this? He is worth everything. You know his fear of not being able to give you full live pretty well. Because partly it is your fear too. That your efforts will be not enough for both of you.

Not to worry Kaz even more, you lay your hand on his elbow.

– I will be waiting for you today's evening, love. But it all is up to you.

You turn to leave, not noticing him freeze from the nickname you give him. He surely doesn't let it just pass by. And when the door closes, he still stands in the middle of his office, trying to collect himself after your visit.

The noise in your house is pleasant with everyone chatting and telling stories. You look them over and smile. Every Crow finds its place here.

Nina is busy with your mother at the kitchen, dragging Matthias with her. Jasper is telling your father about shooting and Inej only smiles shyly, when your mum tells her to make herself comfortable.

Everyone is on the place. Everyone except Kaz. He still doesn't show up, and your hope is slowly getting lost in a cword laughing.

You know it is not his intention to upset you, Brekker just doesn't like big companies and can't find a proper place for himself.

And when the sudden knock on the door rings, you instantly rush to open it. The wide smile appears on your lips as you see Kaz, who's grinning shyly at you.

– You came! - you want to hug him, but refuse just in time.

– Happy birthday again.

You smirk and nod towards the room.

– Won't you come in? - that hope in your glance is so visible, that you don't even need to beg the man. – The party isn't complete without you, Kaz.

He chuckles, coming closer to you, but shakes his head reluctantly.

– It's too crowded for me.

– It's not a crowd, Brekker. They are your friends too, - seeing that you almost win, you continue to force him. – Come on, Kaz, join us. My mother adores you.

– Yes, that's exactly what I'm afraid of, - he surely notices another woman's steps towards the door, and steps back to hide in the shadows, but your mum is not that naive.

– No, no, Mr. Brekker. You will not fool me like this, - you put your lips in a thin line to hold back a laughter. This woman knows how to get under someone's skin. – We saved a seat for you. So, hurry up.

With that she comes back to the kitchen.

– You heard her, Kaz. You have no choice now.

The man walks out of the darkness with that one-sided grin, the one you love the most. He comes in to let you close the door.

Everything goes well, you mother is hovering around Kaz like a mother hen, that makes you smile even more than before. It isn't really a birthday party, but a family dinner just with more members.

– So, you, Mr. Brekker, are up to illegal things here in Ketterdam, am I right?

The sudden question from your father makes everyone shut up, even Jasper. Little do they know, he isn't a strict man. He asks it just out of interest, and they shouldn't be nervous like this.

Kaz tenses and you don't get to somehow show him, that it's alright, when your mother comes back from the kitchen with her famous apple pie.

– Do not scare our guests, Y/F/N. Let them enjoy the dinner.

You suppress a smile to your mum, who stands next to Brekker, knowing this question is for him. Seems, she likes him most of all and even ready to protect from your father's curiosity.

Your father starts cutting the pie.

– I don't care what he is doing, until he's a gentleman. Manners make the man.

Kaz casts a glance to you across the table, and you just nod to show, everything is okay. He's a perfect gentleman, it's for you to know for sure.

When the dinner is over and the Crows go to the Slat, Kaz stays for a little, letting them to leave you two alone.

It's long past midnight, when you walk him to the entrance door.

– Thank you, Kaz, - he comes out and turns to you. – Your presence means a lot to me. And your gift too. Thank you.

He nods, but isn't going to leave. You close the door behind you and take his gloved hand to lead him to the nearest bench. The day was amazing, and you are not ready to let him go yet.

The skies are glowing with millions of stars tonight, and your glance is stick to it. You don't notice how Kaz is looking at you.

– Thank you for the invitation then. I have never had a family like yours to be around.

Your eyes meet his and these sad sparkles in his voice makes you thinking of something.

– Well, you have now. A very big one, actually.

Kaz glances at you, making goosebumps run down your forearms. How can a single glance give you such reaction?

You know, that he's hard to persuade, but you really want him to know, that he has a safe place to go to.

Brekker doesn't respond and when he switches his gaze above his head to look at the starts, you notice his eyes are a bit watered.

You think about how much he suffered, and how you can help him to make peace with his past from now. You, your friends and your family will be always here for the man.

The sudden thought of his last improvement comes to your mind.

– Kaz, - you call his name, but he doesn't move. – Your brother would be so proud of you.

He immediately turns to your, eyes are searching for something on your face. But you are serious as never before. Brekker's trauma is a constant reminder of Jordie, but he can't remember his family like that. There should be something good in it.

His glance slips to your lips, and for a couple of moments he can't take his eyes off. He takes one shaking breath, overwhelmed by unspoken words and emotions.

– May I.

You know that this day is the hardest for the man, and you're pretty aware of his boundaries, but just can't let yourself stop him.

You nod and he takes one of his gloves off, slowly caressing your cheek. When he is about to lean forward, you stop him in an inch from his lips with a whisper.

– You are the strongest person I know, Kaz Brekker.

Your heart sinks down, when his lips finally touch yours in a slow tender kiss.

You want to embrace the man, but try to keep your hands out with all your strength. With every second passing, you feel Kaz relaxes, and it brings smile to your lips.

He brakes the kiss and furrows.

– What? - Brekker's face almost makes you grin more. You shake your head.

– Nothing. Just love you.

Actually you can do it all night long, telling him the truth and watching him falling in a sort of shock. And his reaction only encourage you to go on every time.

The man shakes his head in disbelief and gives up a smile, the kind you didn't see before.

– It's...I'm a fool, when it comes to revealing feelings, Y/N, - you shake his world completely, but Kaz starts getting used to it. – But I want to tell so much.

– I will not force you into anything against your will.

He shakes his head and moves closer. You are so warm and radiant, he just can't stay cold and collected with you around, doesn't want to anymore. Of course, for everyone else he is still the same Kaz Brekker, but not for you.

– I just want you to be patient at this point, Y/N.

– I've been knowing you, Kaz, for two years, - your light chuckle touches his heart. – Patience and I are long friends.

– So? - he raises his brow to you.

– So, I can live with that, Kaz Brekker. For as long as you will have me.

This smile of his can melt you to the ground and you smile to him back, turning your gaze to the skies again.

After a second you feel his gloved hand covers your fingers, and grin.

This day is your pure bliss, and you two will endure everything else together.

So, this is the end of it! Thank all of you for likes and comments, I hope you really enjoy it ❤

Actually, I have an idea of writing The darkling x reader imagine. Maybe, you'll be interested :D

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Hi!! Do you think you could find some fics where Azira and Crowley raise the antichrist together? Or any child for that matter, just them raising a kid. Please and Thank you!!

Hello! We have some Crowley and Aziraphale raise the Antichrist fics here. And today I have some more mixed bag Crowley and Aziraphale raise a child fics...

Ground Control by nieded (T)

In which Crowley kidnaps the Antichrist as a baby--or so he thinks--and ends up with Warlock instead. Basically, I wanted a story where Warlock got a happy ending. Here it is.

Or: Aziraphale closes the shop earlier and earlier until they’re spending all day together, every moment. They take Warlock to the art museum and have a Star Trek marathon. Warlock loves The Next Generation but still reserves a special place in his heart for Spock from the original. He hangs a poster of the Vulcan next to David Bowie, his stern face in direct opposite to the cocked hip and flair of the rockstar. They go good together, though, the spacemen. If they lived a different life, Crowley thinks, he’d swoop Warlock up and take him to the stars. He’d show him Alpha Centauri, a system comprised of two large suns in orbit around each other, and a third circling them both.

That’s you, he’d say to Warlock, and the other is Aziraphale. He’d point to the two stars in the centre drawn to each other. And that’s me going around you both.

Crazy Ineffable Thing (Called Love) by TawnyOwl95 (E)

“You’ve lost the children!” “We’ve lost the children.” “The children have been lost.”

Pepper Galadriel Moonchild-Fell does not want to be sent to live with her distant, career driven mother. Adam Crowley does not want to be shipped off to military school by his slightly satanic grandmother.

They both think that their fathers should stop being idiots and fall in love already.

No one is going to listen to a pair of eleven year olds though. A plan is required.

A plan that will throw their fathers together on a high-stakes rescue mission where they will be forced into dangerous, intimate proximity. They must rise to occasions, overcome bullshit and, oh my god, there will only be one bed to do it in!

soldier, poet, king by RJam9 (T)

Eleven years ago, the Antichrist was born, set to bring upon the end of the world in due time. He was suppose to be delivered to the Order of the Chattering Nuns the night of his birth by the demon Crowley.

And that’s what happened. Well, what everyone thinks that happened.

In reality, Crowley snuck the baby home to a lovely little bookshop in Soho, where him and an angel by the name of Aziriphale lived. The couple decided that instead of letting the boy be raised by humans who didn’t understand his destiny, they would take over custody of him themselves.

That was eleven years ago. Now, the day of Adam C. Fells eleventh birthday is coming to, and with his parents and friends by his side, Adam hoped he could face his destiny and not let the world die, since he quite likes the Earth and doesn’t want it to end.

Well, expect for the fact there’s a lot of other players in this game running about, and thing don’t go exactly as planned. That’s alright, I guess. You’ve got to work with what you got.

(aka, another Aziraphale and Crowley raise Adam AU)

Bittersweet Genesis (or How to raise Antichrists, By A.Z. Fell and Anthony J. Crowley) by WeAreStarStuff (T)

Another Crowley and Aziraphale try to raise the Antichrist fic. Crowley has a change of heart and decided to take the Antichrist with him to see Aziraphale. Only problem? When he gets back to the hospital there’s another baby in the room. Oh well. Plan works just as well with two.

Second chances by ylc (T)

Crowley finds an abandoned newborn baby. Under other circumstances, he would have come to Aziraphale for help, but after a careless comment from the angel, their relationship isn’t at its best. The solution then, is quite clear: Look after the baby himself.

It takes heaven and hell to raise the Antichrist by dont_stop_imagine_mccartneys_celery (G)

If Good Omens was a Rom Com Sitcom!

In which Crowley stays just a little longer at the hospital of the Chattering Order of Saint Beryl and witnesses how the nuns misplace the Antichrist. He decides that he will take matters into his own hands and runs off again with the Antichrist, that is believed to be the exchanged baby of the American Cultural Attaché's wife. In lack of a better idea he brings the baby to his archenemy and dear friend Aziraphale and they agree they have no other choice than to raise the son of Satan themselves. That way they have the chance to let him grow up well-balanced between heaven and hell. Surprisingly, (for them, but really not the readers) the little extension of their family lets them only grow closer.

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