#he needs to give Phil some

[hydriadd]

You know. Purgatory put on a strain on other couples or tested each other bonds. Tested if they actually loved each other or they would get infected by the wrath that slowly infects everyone as the overseer forces everyone to play their game.

But canonically purgatory actually strengthened Missa and Phil relationship? Like each of them refused to hurt or attack the other. Made Missa realize he not only loves Phil. But that he needed him. Despite actual months of him feeling he doesn’t deserve him or their son. Purgatory showed him that he doesn’t want anyone else to have his husband.

Meanwhile Phil like most things is subtle. He post purgatory has been missing missa more openly. He just wants Missa to come back. He hated being separated and expected to fight. He did admit he wouldn’t hurt Missa or anyone else if he could help it.

I just find it interesting that purgatory strengthened their relationship.

[trashcanfromgallifrey]

Phil answering my very important question at the preshow🫶✨

[found-wings]

Ajjajaja having brainrot over the idea of all the Islanders ( including Eggs, but also works without ) being send on a mission together to 'retrieve an important item' or something along these lines - which results in needing to use the train or a plane or smth due to how far away the location is, immediately causing distrust within everyone.

They arrive in what seems to be an endless snowy wasteland, stretching on and on. The group travels a while by walking, until they come across a little village - majority of the group is relieved to have a source of warmth and somewhat safety, but two specific people entirely freeze up at first and immediately glance at each other.

The banners within the village are an all too familiar one of the Antarctic Empire, and suddenly it makes entirely sense on why Phil felt a comfortable, familiar sensation here.

Phil and Fit both stay on the outside of the village to attempt at staying hidden from the guards - the other islanders are confused on these twos odd behaviour but brush it mostly off.

This little stay however quickly ends up in Phil & Fit being recognised anyway, and all I can imagine is just the rest of the islanders staring, some bewildered and others excited when a guard bows down in front of Phil, not commenting on the wince from Phil when they refer to him as an Emperor.

Imagine the way the guards immediately take the group in to travel to the main area of the empire, all the questions Phil receives on this.

And Phil hates every moment of it.

Being questioned about all of this, but Phil can barely offer any answers as he sinks into this.. feeling of needing an out - and Fit is right there by his side as comfort and support, knowing that Phil had just as much been trying to bury his past as the Emperor, only to have it shoved right back at him. Did the Federation know this? Did they purposely set him up like this?

Upon arrival at the Empire, a tall build figure is already waiting at the gates for the group.

And Phil expects the worst of reactions - to be given the cold shoulder, to be yelled at how could he have ever abandoned the Empire they build together, how he dared to just up and leave ( even when it wasn‘t his choice in the first place, or he thinks at least ).

But instead, Phil is greeted with a tight hug from Techno, pulling him close and just for now, refusing to let go at least for now.

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

your mum is spooky /pos

– tubbo.

Yeah :D isn’t she the best 🥰🥰

Match made in the deepest pit of purgatory 🤗 Eldritch abomination-cryptid-thing that NO merciful gods ever could’ve had any hand in making 🤗 and Mum 🤗 Then they had me and the twins and lived happily ever after ☝️😌

(Ooc: author’s personal headcanons about sbi parents in the tags. I don’t usually say ‘oh check tags for extra rambles!!’ But ummm. it was fun typing those ones out 🤗 don’t read if you’re not into it I just think it’s a bit silly goofy fun)

[lunajay33]

Waiting🖤

Summary: After decades of being alone without a love of his own he finally finds her in a gloomy town of forks, his brother Edward isn’t the only lucky one

Pairing: Emmett Cullen x f! Swan reader

Warning: angsty, fluffy sunshine Emmett

•Masterlist•

I never thought much about the future until suddenly the friends I adored most started relationships and left me in the past as if our friendship never even mattered, like their boyfriend was the most important thing

My sister and I use to be close as kids but when she moved away with our mom and rarely visited me and dad, who she regularly called Charlie, we grew apart leaving me feeling like I lost all my friends and my sister, after a while I grew depressed and I never wanted to leave the house, dad grew concerned and after many absent calls from school he allowed me to start home schooling myself and my grades have never been better

Most nights it was just me and Charlie some days I’d get the courage to go down to the reserve hang out on the beach with Leah, Seth and Jake, sometimes I’d go for hikes in the forest behind the house just to clear my head, but other than that I’d stay in my room listening to music, reading the books dad would bring home for me, and doing school work

That’s how life was for so many years, it was routine and it never bothered me and dad loved having me around, after Bella and mom left he was so broken and with my help, even as a little girl, I pulled him out of that deep dark hole and he became that Charlie that joked around and made me smile

But then dad got the call that Bella was moving back for the rest of highschool since mom would be traveling with Phil for baseball, hopeful that I could reconnect with my sister again

Dad and I picked out a new bed spread for her hoping she’d love it, and he even let me pick out a new book as a thank you for helping him out with getting everything ready for her arrival, after a few days it was time for dad to go pick Bella up from the airport in port angeles, I was a nervous wreck which was crazy I mean she’s my sister why should I be nervous

Finally the familiar sheriff cruiser pulled up in the drive way, I walked out the door with an umbrella quickly shuffling over to Bella to cover her from the rain knowing how she favoured the warm dry weather, complete opposite of me

“Welcome home Bella!” I smiled as we walked back inside as dad got her bags following closely behind

She shook off her coat and placed her little cactus down on the counter

“You’ve grown so much you’re a year younger but you’re already taller than me” she said as she hugged me

“Come on bells we’ll show you your room!” Dad said as he walked up the stairs with her bags

She settled in for the rest of the day until it was supper time, I set out the table and dished up our meal, dads game playing in the background as we ate

“So are you excited for school on Monday?” I asked

“Not really but atleast I’ll have you there”

“What? No im homeschooled remember”

“Well…..” dad drawled out

“Dad what did you do?” My heart was racing now at the implication

“I thought since Bella’s back now it would be good for you to get out there again, you need some experiences honey”

“But you know I have no one there, no one wants to be friends with me we’ve been over this”

“You might make new friends honey, give give it a chance for your old man” I sighed slumping back in my chair trying to wrap my head around having to socialize again

“Atleast you’ll be with me, dad said since your grades are so good you got bumped up a grade and can have some certain classes together, depending on our courses” that settled my anxiety a little

Bella and dad cleaned up from dinner as I sat out on the porch, in desperate need for fresh air to do its magic, only 2 more days and I’ll be back in a school again, who knows maybe some new kids have arrived and aren’t too set in their groups yet

Monday came quickly and I was a ball of nerves, I glanced in the mirror as made sure my hair was just the way I wanted, wearing a casual outfit, simple flared black leggings, a dark rich blue longsleeve with my old worn out dark brown carhartt jacket, quickly spraying my vanilla perfume

I walked down stairs to meet Bella in the kitchen, she grabbed an apple as she picked up her backpack from the table

“Are you ready to go?” She asked

“Almost can I make a tea quickly?” She nodded and I quickly wiped together a chai tea latte, grabbing my lunch from the fridge and meeting her in the truck dad had gotten for us but since I didn’t have my license, seeing as I never needed one before now, she would be driving us

The drive to school was calming, hearing the steady rain fall against the windshield, pulling into the parking lot everyone stared until we got out, I kept my eyes down as Bella led me to the schools main office

“Okay here’s your schedule, we have math together at the end of the day, the bells about to ring so I gotta head to world history are you good to find your way to chemistry?”

“Oh ummm yeah I’ll be fine”

“Okay see you at lunch” she smiled gently before she left down the hall

Looking at my schedule I memorized the room number hoping it wouldn’t be too hard to find, turning the corner I rammed into what felt like a brick wall, dropping my books I look infront of me to see the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen, his eyes a golden amber, hair as dark as night and his skin as pale as snow

“Sorry about that, I haven’t seen you around before” he said soothingly as he handed me the books that had momentarily scattered the floor, not even realizing he had picked them up, too busy oogling him I suppose

“Oh yeah I’m just re-enrolling here again, just trying to find my class” he looked down at my schedule a striking smile adorning his face

“Come this way gorgeous, got the same class” walking along the mostly bare hallways I noticed his gentle glide, I’ve never seen such a…..well such a perfect human, obviously I was way out of my league if I could think he’d ever be interested in me, I mean I’m plain and simple what would he ever see in me, best I stay in my lane, but dad did want me to make friends so that couldn’t hurt….right?

We got to the classroom and the teacher assigned us to sit together, the class went by pretty boring, every now and then I’d take glances at Emmett and I swear he did the same but he was probably just looking at someone else, moments like this made me wish I was a beautiful as my sister, she never had a problem with guys wanting her, they basically drooled over her, even if she never acted on any offers she was still wanted

It felt like I was a living ghost most days, no one noticed me anywhere I’d go, a big reason I wanted to be homeschooled, now I’m thrown back into this miserable place, I’ll bet by lunch time Bella with have a table full of new friends while I sit alone, not even a second glance from anyone

Lunch time rolled around and as I entered the cafeteria I searched for Bella and just as I guessed she was surrounded with bright smiles, excited to get to know her, she glanced my way and I waved hoping she’d wave me over to sit but she just gave a half assed smile and got back to talking with her new friends, I felt my heart rip at that, thinking things would be different this time with her here but I guess I was wrong

I found an empty table near the windows and made myself comfortable for another lonely lunch, I pulled out my bag from my backpack but my appetite was lost and I had no desire to eat so I just pushed my lunch to the side and looked out the window just wanting to go home

{Emmett’s POV}

I couldn’t get her out of my head, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and her blood sings to me, when she bumped into me in the hallway I felt my whole world shift, she didn’t talk much but just being near her felt right

Lunch came, my least favourite part of the day, having to pretend for an hour, I glanced around the cafeteria hoping to catch a glimpse of my mate again, my eyes landed on her sat alone looking glum a few tables down, the others followed my gaze and smiled knowingly

“Who’s she?” Rosalie asked

“I think she’s my mate”

“Her thoughts are overwhelming loud” Edward stated

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously

“She’s not the happiest girl, I can hear how depressed she is, how unwanted she feels”

“I can feel how broken her heart is” Jasper added

This has to be the worst feeling knowing the one I’m suppose to love unconditionally and she is quite perfect in my eyes, has been broken and feels unloved

I got up from the table and made my way to her sliding in the seat across from her, her eyes were so glazed over with sadness she didn’t even realize I sat down

{Normal pov}

“So how’s your first day?” I jumped snapping out of my thoughts noticing Emmett is sat across from me

“Oh sorry I didn’t see you, ummm today has been fine I guess, thanks again for helping me earlier”

“It’s not problem, umm I was wondering maybe if you’re not too busy this weekend if you’d wanna hang out?” My heart raced at this

“Really? You wanna hang out with me?”

“Yeah of course, who would wanna spend time with the most beautiful girl in the school” his smile warmed my heart but quickly faded at a realization

“Is this a prank, because if it is it’s cruel” I said as my bottom lip wobbled

“No what? I would never do something like that I really wanna get to know you, so how about after school on Friday I’ll meet you in the parking lot and we can go do something?”

“Okay……sure id really like that” his face beamed with excitement

“Perfect it’s a date then gorgeous”

This felt surreal there’s no way there wasn’t a catch here, how could someone wanna spend their free time with me, but like Charlie said it doesn’t hurt to try, I just hope this doesn’t break my heart more

Part 2

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][tim's 19-20][oral (m! receiving)][handjob][servicedom!reader][cowgirl][reverse cowgirl][doggy style][msub][loss of virginity][strangers to lovers][ball sucking][nipple sucking][raw][drool][ass play]

Tim knows it's pretty pathetic to lose his virginity on a dating app but he also knows that tonight's the only night he'll have free time for a good long while.

Which is why he left the cave, barely with a thought in his mind other than to get laid. So much so that he forgets about the communication device stuffed into his ear, since he was, still technically, on duty.

But pussy first.

And besides, he needs to lose it before 20 otherwise he needs to legally change his name to Phil McCrack. The bet being courtesy of Jason, and Tim lets out a huff of a breath, readjusting his hoodie for what could only be the 8th time before he stares up at the door of your apartment.

Homemade dinner, a movie and sex.

That's all that's on the itinerary for tonight.

A jittery hand lifts and Tim pensively knocks on the pinewood. Anxious, excited, all the same but the preparedness seems to melt away when you pull open the door, hair pulled back and eyes staring up at him, and Tim swallows. Loud.

He's not prepared.

He isn't prepared at all.

You don't look like your picture.

You catfished him.

Your eyes are brighter in real life, he gets to watch the sweet smile take place on your lovely face, instead of just being limited to it being captured in pixels and he gets to see the way your head tilts at him, carefully giving him a once over before you step out of the way, letting him into the cozy apartment.

He's more nervous than he'd like to let on.

Tim wipes his palms on his sweatpants, shifting awkwardly on his feet before following you into the kitchen, watching intently as you slip on oven mitts, pulling out the cast iron tray from the oven and Tim stares at the large, homemade pizza.

Overflowing cheese, sweet red sauce peeking out along the crusts and pepperoni scattered so generously. And he lets out a shaky breath.

"It looks really good." Tim compliments softly, looking down at you with those pretty eyes as you give him a sweet smile, slicing the pizza into 8, setting 4 slices on his plate and 4 on yours.

"4 slices?" Tim questions softly and you simply nod your head.

"I can't take your virginity and send you home hungry. That's just a dick move."

Tim plants himself on the cushion next to you, sneakers discarded at the door, sock-covered feet tucked beneath him as he eats, occasionally glancing towards you but ultimately keeping his gaze on the TV.

He doesn't wanna ask about the ad about the lady in the corner of the screen, a Matilda that feels lonely.

"You're a lot more quiet than I'd think." You hum softly, your voice breaking the peaceful yet awkward silence, and you glance at Tim from the corner of your eye. He likes the way you watch him.

Like a bug under a microscope and he shifts in his seat, the fabric of his sweatpants pulling tight against some parts of his lean muscles as he makes himself more comfortable.

"I'm... Not really sure how this works. In all the things I've seen... It's usually just like, a meet and... Well, you know." Tim awkwardly shifts again, taking another bite of his pizza and his lashes flutter at the peppery cheese that fills his mouth and absentmindedly, you reach forward, wiping a smudge of cheese away from the corner of his mouth.

And Tim's heart rate skyrockets.

"Well, if you don't feel comfortable at the end of the night, we don't have to do anything. I'm not gonna force you." You reassure him sweetly, licking the cheese from your thumb before you continue eating, your attention on the cartoon in front of you. And Tim nods his head, muttering a soft 'okay' before he continues eating.

Tugging the edge of his hoodie down to hide his downright throbbing cock, and he tries to continue eating, chewing with the occasional glance at your expression.

Lips glistening with the sheen of fatty food, your cheeks puffed with the way you eat and tresses framing your face in the prettiest way. You've got such... Distinct features, perfect lips and the slope of your nose makes him groan inwardly at the thought of your nose tucked in the fleshy spot between the base of his cock and his full, almost swollen balls. The way you'd inhale his musk, dragging your tongue along the sensitive flesh.

And Tim coughs.

Desperate to clear away those thoughts and he looks back at his plate. He's only managed to put away 2 and a half slices, whereas your plate's empty.

And something about that, just makes his cock twitch, a thick bead of precum rolling down his base and he feels the way it forms a wet spot on his boxers.

"So, you said you're in college?" Tim hums, elbows braced on the countertop, his attention locked on yours as you indulge in his caffeine addiction as though you've done it a million times before. Practiced motions, a lowered gaze as you move around your kitchen with the comfort he's only ever seen Alfred hold in a kitchen but his gaze remains locked on your hands.

Dainty and manicured nails grasping a froggy mug, your nails tapping against the glazed ceramic as you stir, the muscles in your forearm flexing ever so slightly and Tim's surprised when he doesn't paint the inside of his boxers at the sight of your tongue running across your teeth when you place the mug in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm in college. I'm doing a literature degree." You state with a sweet hum, opening a cabinet and pulling out a bag of cookies, opening it up and placing it between the two of you.

Your kitchen isn't lit too brightly, downlights that have a dimmer switch that sets the room in a lovely, low light. Intimate and sweet, as you take a bite of a cookie, crumbs dotting your lips before you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip.

And the action is downright sinful.

Devious.

Malicious.

Nefarious.

The list goes on and on.

"You said you intern at Wayne Enterprises?" You hum softly, and Tim nods his head, taking a sip of his coffee and God, his cock's twitching as the taste burns his tongue in the best way possible.

Rich, earthy with the strongest aroma.

Tim's barely paying attention as you speak, his eyes locked on your pouty and perfect lips as you speak before he interjects.

"I'm ready for sex, please."

The desperate quiver in his voice, alongside the abruptness, makes you let out a snort of laughter. "Are you ready... Like... Biologically?" You question, your head tilting in that way that makes his mind melt and he nods sheepishly.

"Yeah. I've been ready for almost 2 hours."

"Shit, shit, shit." Tim's chest heaves, his long, inky lashes fluttering as he feels the way you stroke him so sweetly, your hand wrapped around his flared base, lips pressing sloppy kisses all along his glistening cock. Beads of precum drip down, pooling at his heavy sack and Tim's elegant digits card through your hair, undoing your hairtie and sliding the vibrant red elastic on his wrist, opting for playing with your hair instead.

And Tim's sure he's fucking dying when you're wrapping those soft, plush lips around his flushed tip, beads of translucent fluid filling your tongue and your hand continues to squeeze his base, his hips jerking and twitching. And Tim lets out a breath, moans slipping past his lips as his back arches.

"Fuck, that's so good..." Tim stutters, his plump, pink bottom lip between his teeth to stop the sounds.

And Tim's eyes widen, his head tossing back and he lets out that deep, loooong groan as his fingers fist your hair.

Your mouth leaves his cock, slobbers of saliva coating his tip before you fist it, your soft palms rolling over the sensitive flesh as you gently stroke his cock, the ball of your nose pressed against his cock as your tongue curls against the swell of his balls.

And Tim pushes your face deeper, forcing you to inhale that musky, smoky scent that makes you so dizzy, your cunt throbbing between your pressed together thighs. And he whimpers sheepishly.

"God, keep— keep doing that, please..."

Tim begs so sweetly, feeling the way you thumb at his slit, forcing out gooey beads of clear as you tilt your head, tongue curling around his sack and Tim feels his cock twitch. Before he whines, swatting at your hand before he urges you to pull away.

"I— I'm gonna come too quickly if—... If you keep doing that..." Tim's ears burn with embarassment, cock twitching and leaking copious amounts of precum and you let out a soft snort of laughter.

"I don't mind." You reassure softly, leaning upwards to press a sweet kiss against the curve of his jaw.

"It's your first time. You don't have to impress me."

Tim doesn't know how to answer that, simply shifting and scooting back, while you find purchase straddling one of his thighs, clothed cunt grinding against the thick muscle, hard and rigid beneath you as you gently stroke his cock.

Tim leans back on his palms, his head tipping back as you press soft, lingering kisses against the soft, milky skin of his neck. Your kisses are wet, sticky with his precum and your saliva, your hand moving to card through his obsidian strands, while the other traces along the bulging veins of his cock.

It's too much.

Too much.

Too much.

And Tim whines, nails digging into the sheets and creasing the pale green comforters beneath his palms as his hips jerk, jets of pearly cum making a mess of your hand and you smear the creaminess all around his cock.

Tim doesn't know what to do.

If he's supposed to pull your hand away, if he's supposed to cry, if sex is supposed to be the next step but tears are forming on his lash line, his face flushing and sweat forcing strands of his bangs to cling to his forehead.

And he whimpers so sweetly when you pull your hand away from him, pressing the sweetest kiss against his temple before pushing his hair out of his face.

"Where do you want me?" You ask him softly, tongue trailing along the shell of Tim's ear and he shivers, biting his bottom lip to stifle that shaky breath.

"On top... Please."

Tim's basically a pillow princess.

Hands bracketing your hips, fingers digging into the fat and his eyes remain locked on where your perfect pussy swallows his length, slick and squelchy sounds ringing out alongside the ambience of the Gotham city rain.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

Tim groans softly, brows knitting into a pinched frown and his eyes lift, brilliant and teary diamond blue eyes stare, gaze locked on the sight of your chest, bouncing in tandem with the your hips bounce. The fleshy globes of your ass repeatedly smack against his thighs, the warmth of your cunt fits him snugly and he whines underneath you.

You're warm. You're tight. You're so wet, and your slick drips down his veins with each grind of your hips.

"You're so fucking deep..." You breathe out with a moan, breathy voice and hazy eyes because you didn't expect him to stretch you out this good.

And Tim doesn't know what sort of sick, twisted mist blankets his brain, but the drool that trickles down his lips do nothing to cool him from the lusty heat that urges him to lean forward, his tongue dragging along one of your pert buds and the action pulls tingles from your brain. You lean forward, one hand moving to grab the headboard, nails leaving scratches along the painted wood as your hips grind and roll.

Tim's hips are weak as they thrust up into you, uncoordinated and sloppy, so weak as his entire mind is consumed with the action of his tongue swirling and teasing your nipples. He's drooling, slobbering all across your chest but the sloppiness of his motions just makes him more endearing.

"Ohhh, you're so fucking pretty." You croon to him gently, fingers scratching at his hair and tugging him closer to your chest.

The air between the two of you are charged with the sense of sexual tension being explored, alongside sticky and messy sex, and the smell of coffee on your mingled breaths. And Tim doesn't waste time pulling away from your oversensitive and abused nipples, before leaning forward, his tongue meeting yours in a heated kiss that would leave pornstars envious of the amateurish moments.

Hands paw at the fat of your ass and fingertips dig into whatever flesh they can find, and Tim's eyes roll back in his head when your hips roll, the tip of his cock buried in your gummy walls while his shaft is exposed to steamy air of your bedroom.

Tim feels the way his cock throbs, slick and precum mixing into a debauched cocktail that leaves his pelvis glistening in a sheen that matches your pretty cunt, pillowy pussy lips glossy with the mess.

"Fuck me harder— shit, fuck me harder." Tim whimpers and whines, his attention lowering to the way your hips slam down on his, and he feels like the air's being pulled out of his lungs. Especially with the way gummy walls pull him in, all the way to the depths of your cunny.

Tim can barely form a coherent thought when you turn around, your back facing him and he gets to watch that devious arch from up close and he gets to watch the fat of your ass bounce off his hips. And it's... Hypnotic.

It leaves him wondering if your ass is sentient and Tim's hands move to grip the plump cheeks, spreading them apart to watch the way you take him all the way. And his eyes lift just a bit, and he's staring that pretty, neat and puckered hole down. Before he bites his bottom lip, turning his attention towards you for the briefest moment but you're too cockdrunk to have a coherent thought in your head.

And he licks his thumb, covering the pudgy digit in saliva before he begins to circle the furled rim and he nearly screams at the way you clamp down on him.

And you're coming before you even fucking know it, bucking like a wild, desperate horse, your hips rolling like you're on a mechanical bull and Tim's finger slips past the threshold.

And he's fucking you.

He's found himself on his knees, your face pushed into the mattress and your back arched so sluttily as you let him rut into you mindlessly, one hand pressing down at the middle of your back, forcing your arch to deepen.

Your hair's a mess, tangled and lips are parted and letting out the sluttiest whines and praises.

And Tim's finally found something better than his top three wants in life:

Cracking a case.

Coffee.

Bruce's approval.

And he's finding that better thing in the most unorthodox of ways: rearranging the insides of a college girl two years older than him. Bullying his fat cock into your sloppy cunt as praises pour from your lips, your words so honeyed and your pussy so syrupy.

"Good boy."

"Fuck me harder."

"Just like that."

All push him towards the edge and Tim's hips become frantic, blunt nails digging into your hips as he nears his orgasm at a rate that makes his body shiver and shudder, skin prickling with goosebumps and droplets of sweat running down his muscles.

"Where do I—"

"Anywhere you want."

And Tim's hips stutter, cum filling your cunt to the brim and his hips twitch, using you to milk him empty before pulling out and he falls back against the headboard, hazy eyes watching the way pearly cum trickles down your folds, pooling between your knees.

"You know...." You pant softly. "I didn't know you had a hearing aid..."

You shift, moving to sit on your haunches before turning to face Tim, plopping down and your naked form melts against his, and his arms fold over you on instinct.

"What— what... do you mean?" He murmurs lazily and you reach up, tapping the device in his ear.

Shit.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

"Good job, Red Robin."

"Yeah, Tim." Jason snickers. "Keep doing a good job. Just. Like. That."

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[viewerspookyhappenings]

okay buckle up chuckle fucks here is everything i remember from tonight (absolutely missing some stuff)

- before dan comes on he introduces himself over the speaker stating that he asked phil to do it and phil said no because he didn’t want to be sat behind a curtain for an hour

- dan comes on stage and stands in the big church plinth thing (iconic)

- he tells a story about how he went to a&e the day before yesterday because he had sore eyes. says phil was trying to get him to put eye drops in but he was being very dramatic so whilst on the phone to 111 phil knelt over him lying on the bathroom floor holding his eyes open to put drops in. dan then went to hospital to check it and everything’s fine (lol) he just needed some special eyedrops. phil did not accompany him and dan had to cross a dual carriageway on his own whilst not being able to see well (i doubt he will ever let it go)

- here is a diagram i drew on the way home to depict said event

- it is also giving this

- spoke about the butt chair. union chapel said they did not have any furniture for him to borrow so he had to bring his own - he bought the butt chair from his bedroom and a lil plant to decorate. said phil carried the plant to the car but made dan get the chair in the uber and then said “okay have fun at work sweetie” (this was said jokey but we died nonetheless)

- he then talks about pissyourselffordan trending and how he had to explain to harper collins what the actual fuck was happening on stan twt. apparently they were glad the fans were supportive and he has an engaged audience but they were not going to use the hashtag in the promo. called the whole scenario pissgate and the crowd chanted piss at him

- he was told there was wine and advertised wine before realising alcohol was not allowed in the church. he then got given a sprite and everyone screamed that it was piss

- talked about the book and the previous release, how weird covid was, talked about the photoshoot for the book cover and the graphic design. said he didn’t love the pics because they were super dramatic. someone shouted “it’s cunty” he replies: “oh it’s cunty is it?” then realises he said cunty in a church which was a big lol

- he then read the new chapters, several mentions of phil not being supportive and abandoning him at the hospital (he talked about phil a lot it was very sweet)

- then brought out dan’s slit (box used to put questions in before the show)

- the questions i can remember include but are not limited to:

- what was the weirdest position you wrote the book in: “cheeks out in an armchair curled up over my laptop, you might think your scrolling posture is okay now but when you hit thirty you will all be broken”

- fave comfort show: “the office - is the office a bit millennial? it isn’t as millennial as friends. ross being offended by a manny? that’s where my internalised homophobia is from”

- how has the gaming channel affected your mental health? A: he is finding it a lot more sustainable than before because of help with editing, but will see where it goes

- will he ever judge drag race: he didn’t want to when he was asked because he didn’t want to be exposed to more speculation about his sexuality at the time, same with strictly come dancing

- how do you cope with feeling lonely whilst surrounded by people: talked about how online friends are truly real friends and distance doesn’t have to determine friendship levels. says it is important to notice the friendships even that aren’t close

- i can’t remember the question but he said that phil has to remind him of some of the stuff that is in ywgttn when he struggles “i literally learnt the word catastrophising from your book dan come on”

- another tour? “do you guys want that” *screaming* “what would it be?” *dan and phil games screams* “well 👀👀”

- are we going to get more sister daniel: *everyone loses their minds* “maybe i should have done it for the church but it is far too exposing under the spotlight”

- did you work in the asda in Lower Earley: “what in the baby reindeer? yes i did”

- then went to the insta questions that were too inappropriate for the audiobook including

- piss

- will you wear wigs

- when will you wear wigs

- how long is your big toe “six centimetres - i don’t have a big toe im just a long person”

- pee pee poo poo time

- what were the other names for the book: “you will get through this was a bit cliche, you will get through this night? she is sexy and mysterious. at first we wanted to call it “you are messed up read this to fix your issues” but then realised the book was more serious in tone after it was finished so went with ywgttn instead”

- i genuinely can’t remember most of these i think i dissociated a lil at this point if anyone remembers please add

- then read the author’s note at the end of the paper back, talking about how lockdown impacted him and was a big scary thing and also how incredible it is to see people recommend it, find it useful, have therapists recommend it etc. “it is an honour to have created this”

- took a selfie with everyone

- someone gave him a bouquet of flowers and he said “aww you guys are so gay”

- then said “if you enjoyed seeing me in person… i’ll see you again very soon”

this is everything i remember off the top of my head so people please feel free to add what i have forgotten!!

and here are all the pics i got!!

[firesnap]

This is the only post I will be writing in regards to Wilbur Soot's statement.

It was a shit apology. I'm not going over that. We can analyze it to death but it absolutely reads like the apology of someone who is now represented by some label's legal team. The only thing I'm thankful for is that he did not release text messages between him and Shelby in some attempt to distract people. She doesn't deserve that embarrassment.

But, I really hope you read this, I need you to stop treating this like a party. I need you to stop giving every CC that speaks up about this a hit post or hit tweet by liking it.

Almost none of these people liked a single post of Shelby's or uttered the words "I'm so sorry for what Shelby went through" They waited until it was safe to say something. They waited until they could write a "coming in with a steel chair reply." They waited until they knew it would look good.

They revealed that Wilbur has always been manipulative, a narcissist a bully and mean to his friends. They revealed they've always thought he was a bad person. They've revealed that they don't think he's taking accountability while they stayed silent.

And not just silent for a few days. Some of these people are saying they knew for better for weeks, months, years that he was a horrible person. And they said nothing. They let people spend time and money and energy on a community of a person they knew was dangerous and cruel and they said nothing.

They didn't need Shelby Shubble to come forward and say how bad of a person Wilbur Soot was. They didn't need Shelby's story, if they thought he was a bad person, to not appear in videos with him or be in a group channel with him or mention him on stream or tease content with him or be on Anvil Cards or follow him on all social media platforms.

But they did anyway because, to these content creators, it's better to be silent and let a bad person flourish than cause "drama" online.

These people do not give fuck. I need you all to please take this advice that none of these online creators are worth the time and energy you put into them. You don't know what else they're sitting on. You don't know what they've done. You are lying to yourself, right now, if you think Phil or Tommy or Tubbo or Jack or whoever your current fave is wouldn't have been fine saying nothing if Shelby hadn't spoke first. You're lying to yourself if you think whatever new smp or content creator group you're currently into doesn't have horrible shit that they're all choosing to ignore.

The amount of manipulation required by these content creators to maintain the devotion and investment of their communities is horrific.

Do not trust your mental well being, your comfort, your whatever to these people. Any of them.

[momhowell]

I love dan asking phil "did you just need some attention" because he's making fun of him but simultaneously its his way of giving phil that attention -- the full body turn, the direct eye-contact, all of the body language saying "you are my sole focus right now"

[gracefireheart]

Just a quick drawing of them :] (With some extra tidbits past the keep reading line)

The scars on q!Phil is ofc on the same place the purple stuff was, but the scars on his shoulders (and back) are deeper than the ones under his eyes considering the former was there for longer.

Chay's taking pics of the wings so they know how it looks atm in case it changes at some point. And also in case q!Bagi (or q!Cellbit) wants a pic of it for investigating or something.

Decided to just give Tallulah the hat I draw on her dragon form <3 (BUT I FORGOT THE FLOWERS IN HER HAIR GOD DAMN IT I'm too tired to go back and edit it now orz)

The musical notes are the same colors I used on my 4/4 Death Family drawing. Green for q!Phil, purple for Tallulah, yellow for Chayanne and blue for q!Missa :]

I really love the HC of q!Phil needing a cane now to walk around- 'cause of how absolutely destroyed his wings' muscles are- so I gave him a cane that you can see a lil' bit of between Tallulah and q!Phil. Btw, I know the cane HC has been a thing for waayyy longer than that, but I can imagine q!Phil being a stubborn shithead that thinks he doesn't need a cane, but now with all of this happening, he realizes that "Ok, maybe I do need a cane."

[dysthoepiadaily]

I saw this take the other day on twitter, and it made me kind of annoyed bc... way to miss the point, and to show that Dan was right and that it was too niche for you, LOL.

People do like Dan because of his authenticity and wit, but also... it's not that simple. Dystopia Daily, in many ways, was extremely authentic in the emotion it was trying to convey.

I think dystopia daily was more of a commentary on just youtuber culture in general, the desperate need for youtubers to remain popular at around a time when they were losing relevance. This led to a lot of them desperately collabing with one another, "exposing" more and more of their private lives in hopes that the more they give to the camera, to the audience, the audience won't abandon them (Dan and Phil finally tell the truth, Dan's grandma explains the internet).

There's a sort of "giving the people what they want" aspect to it, as well... "This kitten cured my depression", an obviously hyperbolic title, but something the audience wants from him... People want a STORY with youtubers, a sort of triumphant arc, but youtubers aren't actually able to deliver that triumphant arc in the way that the audience wants, because youtubers aren't fictional characters, they're real people.

There's just a brutality in the performer/audience relationship. If the audience doesn't get what they want, they'll just abandon the performer, and the industry is COMPETITIVE, and really unfair. Some of the shittest and laziest content will get a lot of views, while others don't get views when their content is actually interesting and creative! The "literally just reading reddit and monetizing it" and "if I laugh I instantly die" videos have a higher view count than like... "Dan and Dodie do a duet". This is literally modern art, and that's sooo good!!!

The overproduction of it all is by design... It's the point, in many ways, that this guy is being extremely overpaid for content that is objectively bad, but people fall for that kind of thing every time, LOL. It is inauthentic, but it's inauthentic because the personality of Daniel Howell, the host of Dystopia Daily is terrible for youtube views. He's just not the guy he used to be.

Was it the best execution of this concept? I don't know, and I don't really think so (but I am of the belief that art should be easy to understand and this is a VERY debatable point). But, I do think the concept is unique and interesting enough to warrant praise, plus, I think Dan is an ideal person to tell this story... I also think it's hilarious that people were confused about what the fuck it was.

[zahri-melitor]

DC Therapists: Psychiatrists, Psychologists and Counsellors

Say you want to write about a DC superhero seeking psychological treatment or seeing a counsellor. I know, it often feels overwhelming trying to pick someone to use; it can feel like every psychologist or psychiatrist is either seen treating villains in Arkham Asylum and getting promptly killed on page, or is an outright villain. But not all of them fit into those two categories! There are more than a few characters across DC who have provided psychological treatment for various superheroes and can be trusted to keep secret identities; both those who know about various identities and those who would keep them as privileged information if approached by someone who wanted treatment. 

This is the please stop using Dinah Lance as a psychologist in stories about comics canon, she is a florist, martial artist and secret agent folks post.

Heroes who also have psychological qualifications:

Lilith Clay [Omen] and Kara Zor-L [Power Girl] (Action Comics #1051, Power Girl 2023): psychiatrist and telepathic therapist

Kent V. Nelson [Doctor Fate] (Countdown to Mystery 2007): psychiatrist

Khalid Nassour [Doctor Fate] (Superman 2018 #23-25): EMT and counsellor

Guy Gardner [Green Lantern] (Guy Gardner #14 1992): counsellor and school teacher

People who have specifically treated superheroes or know superhero identities:

Dr Claire Foster (Superman 2002, Titans 2008): either psychiatrist or psychologist

Dr Owen Slade (Flash 1987 #9-11): psychiatrist

Dr Bridget Clancy (Nightwing 1999): doctor, occasional psychiatrist

Dr Parker (The New Titans #57 1988): therapist

Dr Marion Winston (Amethyst Princess of Gemworld 1983 and 1985): child psychologist

Dr Leslie Thompkins (Batman, generally): general practitioner/primary care physician, occasional social worker

Dr Alan Huss (Batwoman 2011): therapist

Dr Simon LaGrieve (Suicide Squad 1987): psychiatrist

Dr Marnie Herrs (Suicide Squad 1987): psychotherapist

Dr Mac McCoy (Suicide Squad 1987): psychiatrist or psychologist - refers to himself as a head-shrinker

Dr Edmond Cathcart (Brave and the Bold 1955): psychiatrist

Dr Brian Bryan (Azrael 1995): psychiatrist

Dr Evelyn Rosen (Huntress 1989): therapist

People slightly outside the scope of the project who are still worth mentioning:

Dr Ryk’rr (Legionnaires 1993 & Legion of Super-Heroes 1989): a psychologist for the Legion of Super-Heroes. Slightly beyond the scope of this project, given she’s based in the 31st century, but if you’re writing stories set in the 31st century and want a therapist, she’s available!

Dr Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn, Batman generally): psychiatrist. I don’t think Harley reasonably fits into the categories I want, as she’s definitely disbarred as a psychiatrist and all over the shop depending on period, but Harley also does love to give unsolicited counselling advice.

If you want to add more names in I am delighted to add them.

Currently in the “this is going to take more research” pile are the following:-

Rene Carpenter (Vigilante 2005): I need to track down a version of this miniseries, and see whether she’s a beneficial character or not. Given this is Vigilante, that’s not a given.

Dr Derwood Denton (Ambush Bug): He treated Ambush Bug and then became a TV doctor and from summaries seems to occupy a similar niche to Dr Phil at best, so I suspect he falls outside the scope of what I want.

 Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud (Kid Eternity 1993): this is some Vertigo level nonsense involving dead spirits of real psychiatrists and I am going to need to read around it for more context.

[cod-dump]

Sickness

PriceGraves, NikPriceGraves

___

Graves doesn't get sick easy. He has a very strong immune system. Yet when he does get sick...

"Remember hot summer days with a flat beer? Steaks on the grill, cicadas screaming. I miss those days... Will I ever see them again?"

"For fuck's sake, Phil, you're not dying."

Price has never met a man, a soldier, so dramatic while having the flu. You would believe he was dying, with a red nose while spread out in bed like he was trying not to smother. It was pathetic. Nik was whiny but at least he didn't try his damnedest to convince his partners he was dying.

"I could use affection," Graves whined, making a weak attempt at trying to grab Price.

"You could use medicine, soup, and sleep."

He stepped away and Graves fucking sobbed. Price had to remind himself he loved this man, no matter how annoying he could be. Price turned back around and leaned over, pressing a kiss to Graves' forehead. Damn he was burning up.

"You definitely need medicine."

Graves grunted as Price left to get some. He already had soup simmering on the stove, clean sheets in the dryer, a load with pajamas in the washer. He had to check on Graves at least every twenty minutes or he would start whining about being 'abandoned'. He was starting to compete with Nik on clinginess.

Price checked the soup, it smelled bland yet good. He didn't want to upset Graves' stomach after he noticed him dry heaving earlier that morning. The sheets were done drying and Price took them out and folded them. They would replace the current bed sheets after Graves takes a bath and changes his clothes.

"Joooohn," came the whine and Price sighed. He quickly shoved the wet pajamas in the dryer before returning to den of the dying man.

"I'm hungry," he didn't even cross the threshold when Graves cried.

"Soup is almost done. How about a bath first?"

It was like he had a toddler. Graves grumbled a 'no' and turned away from him. Price sighed, Nik was never this bad.

"Bath, then you can put clean clothes on, eat, and get in a nice clean bed."

Graves grumbled again, not making an effort to move. Price decided he was going to have to move him himself. He's been wanting manhandle him since he started the 'I'm dying' shit. Price left to run the bath, warm with soap, before he braces himself and returned to grab the man it was made for.

"Phillip," the sweet approach first, typically he hadn't need to go past it, "A bath will help make you feel better."

Graves seemed to melt with his tone, it might just work. So Price gently took his shoulders and coaxed him into sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.

"Come on, love."

Graves was easy after that, he went to the bathroom without issue, only some hesitance to take his clothes off and get in the bath. Once he was settle Price gathered the sweaty night shirt and pants and threw them in the hamper.

"I never had such an issue of getting you out of your clothes."

Graves snorts, settled in the water and visibly relaxing. Price assumed it would be safe to leave him there while he finished the laundry and got the soup off the stove and into a bowl.

"I'll be right back, don't forget to clean your hair."

Price chose to not acknowledge the glare coming from Graves as he left the bedroom. Pajamas were clean and folded, he set a set aside to give to Graves to change into. A portion of soup ladled out for Graves, it would be cooled enough for him to eat by the time he was out of the bath.

Conveniently, he had a moment to breathe. No whining Graves, laundry done, no soup cooking. A true moment of silence. Then his phone rang. Price admits he groaned in frustration.

He grabbed his phone from the table and answered without looking, "Price speaking."

"My love!"

Price couldn't help the smile twitch onto his lips, "Yes, Nikolai?"

"You don't sound very happy to hear from me," god he could practically hear the pout.

"Sorry, dear, but I've been a bit preoccupied with a very needy Phil."

Nik laughs gleefully. Graves had gotten sick only once before since he got with them, Nik had the pleasure of caring for him while Price was on duty. Price mocked him when he told him about Graves' over the top dramatics while stuck with a cold. Now he was realizing his husband was, in fact, not exaggerating.

"Give him kisses for me. I'm still in Moscow. Not sure when I'll be home."

"You can give him your own kisses, he's been living off mine just fine."

Nik laughs, Price smiling at the sound. He saw Graves walk out of the hall, naked, in a half-asleep state. Price tried to suppress his sigh.

"Love, pants."

"WHAT!?"

Graves was dazed, looking at Price with a pitiful look, "Where's the PJ's?"

Price motions to the set he left aside for him before returning to his call with his husband.

"I have to go, have to make sure this gremlin eats."

"Fuck you," Graves muttered half-heartedly as he weakly grabbed the pajamas next to Price, dressing himself slowly.

"Fine fine, I will leave you be."

Price snickers, "Phil, Nik's on the phone."

Graves waddles over and leans against Price, reaching for the phone. Price let him take it, holding him by the waist. Graves practically melted against him as he mumbled into the phone.

"You should be here."

Price could faintly hear Nik reply sweetly, "I will be soon! I will come with plenty of kisses!"

"Promise?"

"Of course, любимый."

Graves hums, satisfied. He gives the phone back without another word and slips out of Price's hold, heading straight to the kitchen.

"I think he's done for now. Love you, travel safe."

"I'm flying, I'll be fine."

Price laughs before the call ended. He watches Graves take the bowl set aside for him and slumps over it, face stuck in the bowl, spoon laying forgotten by the bowl. Price groans, he's drinking it like a dog.

"Phillip-"

This was going to be a long week if he doesn't get better immediately tomorrow.

[russellsppttemplates]

I'm right here! (Oscar Piastri)

People seem to forget you're dating Oscar

Note: english is not my first language. Another Oscar piece 🫶

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Do you think this will translate as well on the track though?", Phil, the head of the engineering department, asked as you showed him the latest set of data.

"Even with the interval we've set for changes, these numbers show it could improve performance, especially in race pace", you pointed to the calculations on the side.

"We would only have it for Miami, though", he reasoned, "we don't have enough time to get this done for Shanghai and I don't think it would be wise to test this in a track we haven't raced in five years", Amelia argued as you nodded in agreement, "but it looks promising - good job, Y/N", she patted your back.

"Would you feel comfortable talking about it in the meeting with Zak, Andrea and the mechanics? You have been the one working the most with this, makes sense for you to be the one taking point. Lando and Oscar should join you as well - I think they're doing something on the Sim", William mused.

"Absolutely! Yes, Oscar said he was driving a new set up and strategy Tom also wants to discuss in the meeting", you offered with a smile.

"Having insider information makes this easier - I don't have to check every single e-mail and wonder about things, especially Oscar's schedule", Amelia chuckled, rubbing your shoulder before she got up.

As everyone gathered in the meeting room, you set your laptop up so the latest data would be seen by everyone as you spoke about the changes, "we don't think nor expect this will be ready for China, but we're hoping to have the new package in Miami already - gives us enough time to work on it and the track there is ideal for us to have an idea of how this could play out for the rest of the season", you concluded.

"I agree - I think China will be damage control racing and we're accepting it as it goes", Andrea stated.

"We just need to get going with these then and also get the guys to try it out on the- Oh! Speaking of the devil", Zak chuckled as Oscar and Lando stepped inside the meeting room.

"So that's that, I think - thank you for all your work and let's hope we can bring some points next weekend", the British driver said before everyone scattered out.

Closing your laptop and getting your tablet, you held them against your torso so you could go and set them back to your station before lunch. You didn't make it very far as Oscar stood just outside the room, his hand snaking up your back carefully as he didn't want to startle you.

"Good morning, love", he smiled, kissing your cheek and walking with you.

"Morning, Osc", you kissed his cheek back, "how was training?", you wondered.

"Same old - went for a run this time, though, it was nice enough outside", your boyfriend offered as you reached your desk, tidying it a little bit before leaving to get some lunch, walking hand in hand.

You didn't expect to fall for a driver, especially after the relationship you had with Lando. You behaved like siblings, often pranking eachother, and it had helped you grow more confident around him and the senior staff when you felt you were all but a small intern. Over the years, you grew more comfortable as your ideas and pitches would get considered and tested, finally feeling like your place was well earned and that at the right time, the development would come to bring McLaren to the top where it belonged.

When Oscar joined the team, however, you didn't expect to feel the way you felt about the Australian driver. He was handsome, very shy and very kind and thoughtful as he sat all through the meetings as you explained the changes. Jeopardising your career was something you didn't want to do, but after some not so careful touches and glances, the team assured you it wouldn't be an issue in case you and Oscar were to pursue a relationship together.

"Here's my favourite team-mate! And she brought Oscar with her!", Lando joked as you sat at the same table as him.

Swatting his neck playfully, you sat down next to him so you could face Oscar as he put his tray down, "I will revoke new updates package from you and you'll be stuck in the midfield", you taunted before you started eating.

"Do you want to spend the night at my place? I need to sort a few things out still this afternoon, but I'm hoping I can leave on time today", you squinted your eyes.

"What do you mean on time?", Lando quirked an eyebrow.

"Yesterday, she got so caught up in the calculations, I barely got a text out of her when I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me", Oscar chuckled as you held hands on top of the table, playing with his fingers, "what was it you texted me? 'I'm having a breakthrough' I think it was", your boyfriend offered.

"I did, though! Amelia checked it over and we might be onto something - I have to go to Race Base this afternoon so they can check them out", you shrugged your shoulders."We're spending the whole afternoon in the sim", Oscar checked with you, "when you get off, then we can leave together - how does that sound?".

Coming back to your place after you stopped by the supermarket, you set the bag on the counter and pulled out all of the ingredients you bought to make sure the dinner would be suitable and appropriate to Oscar's plan.

"I haven't had a proper cuddle today", Oscar pulled you to him, beggining to litter kisses on your forehead all the way to your cheeks and jaw, "I can't ever do this at the center", he mumbled against your neck, tickling you.

"We could, just where there are no other team members", you giggled before cupping his cheeks, "which happens to be nowhere most of the time", before you kissed his lips.

"I'm going to start working on the chicken", Oscar said after you stole a few kisses, "are you going to be in the Center for the race?".

"No, I'm travelling with the team", you smiled as you took the fresh pasta out of the bag, "which means we can spend more time together - and people will actually see us together", you mumbled the last part.

"People know we're together, love", he smiled, cutting up the last bit of garlic and tossing it in the pan.

"Sometimes it doesn't seem like it - they didn't see me in Jeddah and the rumours flew out of control", you wiped your hands on the kitchen towell before hugging Oscar's back, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades.

"You know how the media works - they see the smallest hint to something they want to see and then they're there", he offered, taking one of his hands to squeeze your hip, "you're the one here, aren't you?", he tsked.

.

"Where are you going?", Oscar asked as he saw you grab a tablet and push the chair back under the table, "I thought we could have some time together now".

"The stewards picked out eight cars at random to get checked over a few components - Mike and Barry are waiting for me", you offered, pecking his lips quickly, "hopefully they're just not messing around with our schedule because everything is supposed to be how it is!", you smiled before you started to walk out.

"I'll go with you, then", your boyfriend assured, "can't have you go to the wolves on your own when you can have company, beautiful".

Oscar walked up to the building with you, kissing your temple before you stepped inside, "I left some data from the sprint for you to look at, and tell Lando I also left a file for him with his tire deg - I told Will to do it, but he might forget!", you alerted before letting him go.

Knowing how long it would take, he went back to the McLaren garage, stopping whenever fans snapped a couple of pictures or autographs.

By the time you were back in the hotel room after the sprint and qualifying, Oscar went to the bathroom so he could have a shower, leaving you to lay on the bed and scroll through social media.

You looked at the photos the media team had posted, along with the stories where you could spot yourself in the background and spotted a few comments as you flicked through the carrousel of pictures, the comments under it weren't something you hadn't seen before.

Hear me out, Oscar and Elaine are the perfect match

I know, right? 😭 honestly, they need to get together! They would be so cute together

She's so polite and put together, but I get rhe vibe that she's really shy too, they would be perfect for eachother

Are we forgetting Y/N? aka Oscar's girlfriend

I still can't believe the people at the top have let their engineer date a driver

Y/N's way too out there, I call PR relationship

She couldn't even build a great car, I'm not sure why you would defend her

She was literally the reason the car and the turnaround last year and we started getting podiums?

These have been the best 12 months in terms of development, what are you on about? Just because she's with Oscar, you can't dig at her like that

The last few comments don't come up too often, but you had to admit it was nice when they did even if they did nothing to the way you felt.

The green eyed monster took over more times that you'd like. You work with numbers, probabilities and direct correlations, so it was hard to miss the reason behind how you were feeling.

"Why are you looking at your phone like that? You promised you wouldn't work once we got back to the room", Oscar warned, using the towell to dry his hair before he looked at you again.

"I'm not working", you mumbled, locking the phone and setting it on your stomach, pondering whether or not you should talk to Oscar about this.

"That long silence tells me that there is something bothering you", Oscar began, "I'm not saying you have to talk about it right now - I won't force you to -, but I'm here for you when you want to do it", he offered earnestly.

"I'm jealous of you and Elaine", you stated, earning a quirked eyebrow from your boyfriend.

"Me and Elaine? The communications' intern?", he looked for some clarification.

"Yes!", you answered loudly.

"We don't - I don't even spend that much time with her, what do you mean?", Oscar asked.

"I know you don't, but people online seem to think you should! First, it was that actress that McLaren invited for Abu Dhabi - the weekend where Natalie and Naomi kept approaching us because they wanted to chat and there was actual visual proof we were together after all the rumours -, now they're saying how you should go out with Elaine!", you admitted, "they're all saying you really should have someone and that she should be the one to go, that she has all the qualities you should look for and I-", you took a big breath in, "I'm literally over there, every single day of the races - in the garage, sometimes in the pitwall!", you stated, "I barely do any races from the Center anymore, so it's not like people forgot that I exist!".

"Love, I'd never do that to you - you're the only person I care about like that", Oscar replied instantly.

"I know you don't, but it hurts to see", you admitted, "comments people make about my boyfriend and how he really should start dating someone when our relationship is public - I'm there, I see them, they see me!", you let a tear fall down your cheek, "there's only so much I can do to make it obvious, Osc!".

Oscar sat down next to you on the bed, throwing the towell on the floor for the moment so he could pull you to face him.

"Y/N, I didn't know it was bothering you so much, I don't even notice all of that", your boyfriend craddled your face in his hands, thumbs wiping the tears that continued to fall and looking into your eyes.

"I never told you and I know you don't read all of the comments", you reasoned, "I just thought it would stop at some point! Everyone keeps saying that you should have someone and I want them to think I'm that someone - because I am!", you said bitterly.

"Is there something you'd like me to do? That would make you feel better about it?", Oscar combed your bangs away and behind your ears.

"What can we do anyway? Have you walk around with a t-shirt that says "I have a girlfriend - Y/N, the engineer"?", you scoffed.

"I will do that if you think it will help - throw in a headband with "Y/N's boyfriend" too if it helps!", he tried to pry a smile out of you.

"Don't be silly", you playfully shoved his chest before holding his hands in yours, "I honestly have no idea what to do, but I know I want it to stop without putting our jobs on the line", you pouted.

"Maybe an Instagram post from us then? Something chilled but serious enough so anyone can get the hint - and I wouldn't mind arriving into the paddock with you in the morning", your boyfriend suggested.

"Oscar, I have to be there way earlier than you need to", you argued.

"Then I'll be there earlier, I'll have breakfast there with you and we'll spend more time together in front of everyone - as much as you feel comfortable with", Oscar offered you an assuring smile, "I don't want anyone else the way I want you, I don't love anyone the way I love you, Y/N".

Smiling at the honesty and safety he was transmitting you, you kissed his lips, starting with small pecks before one last long kiss, letting your foreheads touch as you pulled away, "thank you, Osc, I love you".

The next morning, reporters were surprised when they saw the McLaren driver show up in the paddock so early, his hand laced in yours as they asked a couple of questions.

"My girlfriend had to come in earlier, so I thought I'd join her and see a little bit of the preparations", Oscar replied before you continued to walk to the McLaren hospitality.

"Is it bring your boyfriend to work day?", Anna asked after her usual morning greeting.

"He's always with me at work though", you squinted before giggling, "but I really need people to know he's mine and that I'm here!", you half joked.

[fryday]

Can i be sappy here?  It’s really cute and endearing when they show us how Dan accommodates bossy Phil and how Phil spoils needy Dan. However, this year's wdapteo is less gay, but it's so much more domestic and intimate. Most of their texts feels like the glass on head heart eyes Howell pic that they shared with us during Dan's birthday livestream all over again. I know we all got hung up on the "do you want some comfies" as it is heart-archingly sweet along with all the checking up on Phil's text... but the whole part where Phil was asking Dan how he feels about the dullet at the hair salon was SO much more devastating. We always see how Dan takes care and spoils Phil, but we don’t usually get to see how Phil expresses his love and care as openly. However, this video just shows us exactly how Phil loves Dan. He is always making sure Dan’s voice is being heard and his needs are being met. And Dan who doesn’t always convey his feeling well always feel comfortable to share his feelings to Phil. He really is his comfort person who he can always rely on. 

can you be sappy here? what a question to ask! (always)

this is all really true, anon, and really beautiful. very good comparison made between the vibes of these exchanges and the glass on the head picture - so much love conveyed through what was supposed to be a silly thing.

it's such a beautiful thing, now that you've pointed it out, how dan's love is so clear in how he dotes on and gives in to phil's every want and need, but phil's love is in *getting* dan to express his own wants and needs, to reinforce the fact that his wants and needs *matter*. similarly when dan does express something and it goes unheard, phil draws others' attention to it - *your thoughts matter*.

that's something phil does so beautifully - listen to dan when he talks. it's especially clear in videos when dan is going on a genuine monologue about his thoughts on smth and he's not trying to be funny. the way phil *looks* at dan in those moments. dan has his undivided attention.

anyway that was a lot of I suppose rehashing what you already said anon but you're so right and I'm just really thoughtful about this now. thank you for bringing it up <3

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Thinking about Techno who works in a mermaid research/rehab facility and the three mermaids who are super attached to him.

Techno is not a marine biologist. He's a college student who picked up a janitor job at the place for some extra cash. He's only supposed to clean the walkways and maybe feed the mers by throwing fish in the tank occasionally. But somehow, he ends up with three mers who have taken a liking to him and the scientists don't bother discouraging the bonding since it makes them easier to handle.

Phil is an adult arctic mer. He is friendly enough, but very solitary and reserved - like most arctic mers are. They're prone to hiding. Techno is the only one who can reliably lure Phil out. Phil refuses to show himself when Techno isn't around. Catching him against his will would be stressful and could potentially harm him or the humans involved in the project, so the scientists see only upsides to encouraging Phil's apparent bonding with Techno. Even if Techno is around, Phil will not let any human except Techno touch him, so the scientists sometimes have to guide Techno through what he has to do when they need to do checkups and such.

Wilbur is extremely hostile, and will often attack anybody who comes close to him, his pod, or even his perceived territory. He's of indeterminate species, looks like a deep sea mer but seems to not need to live on the bottom of the ocean, so rather peculiar and his health is very weird. He's very dangerous though, and same as Phil he will not let himself be touched or lured by anybody except Techno for some reason.

Lastly, there's Tommy, a tropic mer. He's actually extremely friendly with humans! Maybe a little too friendly. He has injured and (almost) drowned several people working at the facility because he plays very roughly and is always so eager. He's younger than the other two, not having reached adulthood by mer standards. He's like a happy little puppy except a puppy that is very prone to mischief and doesn't know his own strength. Techno is - again, for some reason - the only human he seems to listen to. Tommy does not care when any other human says "stop" or gives an indication he's hurting them. He doesn't always listen to Techno when he says "stop" but does seem to care when he's hurting Techno. So there's that.

The trio forms a pod - traditionally, species is determined by where a mer is hatched, but they can live anywhere after. Most mer form a pod with other mers of the same species and don't leave the area they're born, but Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy all individually happen to get kicked out or lose their birth pods for whatever reason, ending up together in a strange three-person pod. It's a scientific oddity, which makes them so interesting to study.

They're not going to be happy being locked up forever though. Eventually, they'll get sick of the tank.

And who knows, maybe they'll take their favorite human with them when they leave :3c