#i have to be a little delusional about this

[byers-bowlcut]

So after barely 2 hours, my perfectly respectful byler theory/analysis (didn't mention mileven badly even once) was taken down because it was apparently reported MULTIPLE TIMES on reddit.

Another byler helped me contest the report, so the post is back up for NOW..... But I seriously need people to help me fight this bs, because I'm sure it's at risk of being taken down again. Please upvote it if you can <3

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[afterglowsainz]

we can’t be friends | lando norris

pairing: singer!reader x lando norris, reader x ex!alex albon

summary: you cheated on your boyfriend with lando two years ago and you are still not able to feel happiness without him, but neither with him

fc: tate mcrae

warnings: cheating

a/n: first fic of the year let’s go!! a bit late but still so happy that lando won in abu dhabi 🫶🏽

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yourusername always obsessed with singing my little songs to you 🎤🩷

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username obsessed with your concerts omgggg

username the most gorgeous woman 😍

username your concert altered the chemistry of my brain actually

username no i went last week and I’m still at the restaurant

username lando in the likes is so funny to me 😭

username that man does not have the ability to move on i’m afraid

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scuderiaferrari so many stars tonight at vegas ⭐️🏎️

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username why does carlos look traumatized😭

username that’s his resting face

username the women being completely mesmerizing and the men are just there

yourusername so fun ❤️

scuderiaferrari we love having you! ❤️

username ferrari still inviting y/n to the races is so special to me

username her using a bayern munich jersey took me out

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landonorris vegas was good to me :) ☄️

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username yeah mate you literally WON

username such a good drive!

mclaren the winner of las vegas grand prix everybody🥹 (liked by landonorris)

username oh lando winning in vegas… i know the after party is about to go crazyyy

username casually dropping a thirst trap in the midst of it

username CONGRATULATIONS🧡🧡🧡

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yourusername we can’t be friends (wait for your love) is available right now! anddd the music video comes out tonight ❤️‍🩹

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username omg such a beautiful song 🤍

username i’m afraid this song WILL become my new personality

username am i delusional or is this song about lando?

username “you cling to your cameras and lens wait until you like me again” yeah it definitely is

username can’t they just be together already this is so painful 😭😭

username honestly if this song is about lando that’s just so horrible considering how they got together in the first place

username this‼️‼️ poor alex

username hey! so alex is actually in a relationship and has been for a while now, hope this helps!

username wait i just wasted the mv imma go cry in the corner of my room

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mclaren the celebs came for one last run at abu dhabi 🧡

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username Y/N AT THE GARAGE???

username never thought i’d see the day

username no because you know what this means 😭😭

username mind you this is the first thing I saw when I woke up today

mclaren 👀

username her ability to use jerseys about every sport possible but f1 in the paddock is unmatched

username and if i say it couple then what ???

username she followed lando back after this lets gooooo

username only took him two years but he got it 😅

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landonorris most amazing way to end the season🧡 luckily i had my good luck charm today

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username WOHOOOO🫶🏽

username so proud of you! 😭

carlossainz55 congrats landito 👊🏽

username his eyes in the first pic 😩 i can’t

username sooo deserving of that win and the constructors 🤍 congratulations!

mclaren the golden boy🏆

oscarpiastri cheers👍🏽

username the perfect weekend 🧡

yourusername congratulations!!🤍

landonorris 🥰

username he got the win AND the girl what else can you ask for

[hsnlv]

inescapable | l.hs

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: after a devastating betrayal, you thought you were free of heeseung’s grip. but when you meet again at a party, his manipulative charm and lingering touch pull you back into a dangerous game of love and control. walking away might not be the end.

warnings/others: manipulation?, a little suggestive.

wc: 1.2k

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated🖤 here’s my masterlist!

“you’re just making sure im never getting over you.”

heeseung swears he’s never fallen this hard for anyone. not like this. not for someone he once dared to call ordinary.

you.

sure, you might not have the same polished beauty as the other girls who turned heads so effortlessly, but you had something they didn’t.

the way you loved him—wholeheartedly, selflessly—made him feel like the center of your universe. like he was someone worthy of devotion, someone worth the kind of tenderness you gave so freely.

but even the most perfect paradise has its cracks. he slipped. he stumbled. and his mistakes were enough to cost him everything. now, you’re no longer his to hold.

yet there you are tonight, on the dance floor, glowing like a fucking vision. your dress clings to you like it was made to torment him, showing off every curve he once called his own. curves he marked with his lips, his teeth, his hands.

he doesn’t just see you; he feels you. the way your hips sway to the music, the sound of your laughter, even from across the room. it’s unbearable.

his grip tightens around his glass, the tension in his jaw spreading to every muscle in his body. jay, who’s been rambling about god-knows-what beside him, finally notices.

“dude,” jay mutters, glancing down at the glass in heeseung’s hand. “unless you wanna pay for damages, maybe loosen up a little?”

heeseung doesn’t respond. his eyes are fixed on you, watching the way you sway, the way your laughter echoes even over the music. it’s as if you’re mocking him without even trying.

the flashback hits him like a brick.

“are you fucking kidding me, lee heeseung? her? out of everyone you could’ve cheated on me with?” your voice was raw, trembling with rage and betrayal. it was loud enough to bounce off the walls, loud enough to haunt him even now.

“you’re so fucking pathetic for this,” you spat, tears glistening in your eyes.

but he didn’t say anything. didn’t even flinch. he just stood there, staring through you like you weren’t even real. like you were just air.

and fuck, if you could’ve cursed him out physically, you would’ve. but the love you had for him was a leash holding you back. it chained your anger, softened the edges of your words until all you could do was storm out, leaving him behind.

the memory fades, but the guilt lingers.

without thinking, he sets his drink down—hard—and cuts through the crowd. his long strides eat up the distance between you in seconds. before you can even register his presence, his hand wraps firmly around your wrist.

“what the hell, heeseung?” you snap, trying to pull your arm free.

“we need to talk.” his tone is low, firm, leaving no room for argument.

“like hell we do,” you bite back, your voice sharp as he drags you through the crowd and into a secluded corner of the house.

the music is muffled here, the only light coming from a nearby lamp. you yank your wrist out of his grasp, glaring at him with fire in your eyes. “what’s your problem? you don’t get to just manhandle me like that—”

“you know damn well what you’re doing right now,” he cuts you off, his voice steady but laced with frustration.

you blink, feigning innocence. “i’m attending a party. on behalf of my friend, who couldn’t make it. is that a crime now?”

he scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “don’t play dumb with me. you think i don’t notice? the way you’re flaunting yourself, dancing like that, knowing i’m watching?”

“are you serious?” you laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “you’re delusional. i’m not here for you, heeseung. the world doesn’t revolve around you, believe it or not.”

his jaw tightens. “you’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that?” he takes a step closer, his voice dropping an octave. “you—” he gestures at you, exasperated—“you make it impossible to think about anything else.”

you cross your arms, your glare unwavering. “weren’t you the one who decided i wasn’t worth your time anymore? or did you forget that part?”

“i made a mistake,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “i’ll admit that. but don’t act like you don’t want me.”

your heart skips a beat, but you refuse to let him see how his words affect you.

“don’t act like you’re not searching for me in every room you walk into,” he continues, his lips brushing against your ear. “don’t act like your eyes don’t light up every time i’m around.”

“you’re imagining things,” you whisper, but the tremor in your voice betrays you.

his hand comes up to rest on the wall beside your head, caging you in. “am i?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

“you don’t know shit about how i feel,” you snap, but your voice lacks conviction.

heeseung leans closer, his lips hovering just inches from your ears. “missed you, baby,” he whispers, his voice rough but soft enough to make your knees feel weak. “so fucking bad.”

your breath hitches, and he takes your silence as permission to continue.

“missed the way you felt in my arms,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “the way you’d look at me with those big, beautiful eyes like i was the only thing that mattered.”

you hate how his words send a pang through your chest, how they dig into old wounds you thought had healed.

“missed the way you’d say my name,” he continues, his lips curling into a small, almost nostalgic smile. “especially when you were underneath me, all breathless and needy. fuck, you don’t know how many nights i’ve thought about you. about us.”

“heeseung, stop,” you whisper, but it sounds more like a plea than a command.

“you’re killing me, baby,” he murmurs, leaning closer until his forehead almost touches yours. “i don’t think you even realize what you do to me. how much you still own me.”

your resolve is cracking, and he sees it.

“i shouldn’t want you this much,” he whispers, his voice breaking just slightly. “but i do. and i can’t stop.”

“you don’t get to say this to me,” you say, trying to sound firm, but your voice wavers. “not after what you did.”

“i know,” he says softly, his hand brushing against your arm. “i know i fucked up. but god, i’d do anything to take it back. anything to have you in my arms again.”

his words are honeyed poison, sweet and lethal, and you know you need to get out of this conversation before it’s too late.

“you’re disgusting,” you snap, trying to shove him back, but he doesn’t budge.

“and you’re still mine,” he says quietly, his lips ghosting over your neck now, pressing a soft kiss just below your jaw. “even if you don’t want to admit it.”

your chest tightens, and for a moment, you falter. “you’re insane,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

he smiles, his lips curling against your skin. “maybe. but you loved me for it once, didn’t you?”

you clench your fists at your sides, summoning every ounce of strength you have. “this conversation is over, heeseung. stay the hell away from me.”

but even as you walk away, you can feel his eyes on you, his presence lingering like a ghost. and deep down, you know he’s not done.

not with you. not with this.

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[insane-arcane]

Yandere Jayce X Reader X Viktor

You'd just made a breakthrough in your work and Sky had taken you out to celebrate. After a few drinks too many and a couple fun appetizers you made your way home. She offered to walk you but you could hold your liquor and weren't worried about getting back to your apartment which was relatively close. Walking her back to the Academy making sure not to stumble so she wouldn't worry she pauses at her dorm buildings door. Her eyes glance to the left then the right as her hand stays latched around your wrist. She asks if she should call a carriage or security to escort you to your apartment but slipping your hand away you wave her off with a confident smile.

The walk home was pleasant. It was a warm night with a gentle breeze blowing and as you walked you took everything in with a happy glow. The drinks somehow make the world a much brighter place. You wished you were this optimistic all the time. We're the gardens always this beautiful? We're they always missing so many blooms?

Entering your home with a slight giggle you hum confused staring at your furniture. Had they been moved? Figuring it was the alcohol you shrug it off but then you hear something. Eyes narrowing you regret not taking Sky's offer as a heavy feeling of dread settles in your stomach. Creeping to your kitchen careful not to step on any loose boards you look for a weapon.

Eyes scanning the tools you grab a meat cleaver off your kitchen stand before you pause. You still had time, if there was an intruder they had no idea you were here. You could leave and get security downstairs but what if you were wrong? What if you hadn't heard anything? They'd think you were Crazy or a Drunk. You might get in trouble for nothing and you couldn't afford the rumors it might cause.

Deciding to bite the bullet and hope for once you were wrong you kick your bedroom door open. Holding out the knife you pause.

Your favorite smell wafts through the air and you suddenly feel calmer, your shoulders dropping almost instantly. Your pounding headache begins to fade and you wonder where it's coming from and if you left a candle on. Blinking you close your eyes before you put a hand to your head. Taking a deep breath you're finally able to focus on the disarray of your room and who was inside.

"Viktor! Jayce! What the fuck?" You demand as you stand in your doorway Meat Cleaver ready to be used. Viktor was leaning against Jayces shoulder tired but hearing your voice he slightly stirred.

"Ahhhh (Y/N) your here!" Jayce states getting up off the bed and walking away from Viktor. He claps his hands before gesturing to the well decorated room. Viktor makes an annoyed sound at being disturbed but simply grabs his cane and slowly stands up when he sees it's you.

"Yes. I live here. What are you doing here?" You demand pointing your knife at them. Your brain buzzed and you were a little to tired for all of this. How did they get into your apartment? Why were they in your apartment? A million questions buzzed through your brain.

"See I told you it was a bit much? Ja?" Viktor says as he pinches his nose before he uses his free hand to wipe at his face trying to wake up. He looked at you with a sleepy grin and you roll your eyes in disbelief.

"No it was romantic." Jayce defends as he turns to look at Viktor making you groan. Jayce would think that wouldn't he, delusional as he was?

"I admit we may have gone overboard." Viktor states as he sees your displeased look. "But only with the best intentions love, nothing sinister see?" He questions and you hum noticing the melted candles and rose petals.

"How... How did you get into my house?" You question staring at the romantic setup with a confused and slightly worried look.

"Technicalities don't matter. Do you like it?" Staring at all the romantic pros you take a deep breath and press your hand to your forehead as you felt another much stronger headache coming on.

"I... Yes it's nice. Viktor did you break into my house?" You question slowly. You didn't want to insinuate anything since he was from the Undercity but your door being unlocked and them being in your apartment told you they'd somehow snuck or otherwise broke in. You were very specific about your lock routine not wanting any research or valuables to be stolen from you since you spent a majority of your time in the lab.

"Do you really want to know lovley?" Viktor teases and you close your eyes again. You were too tired and too drunk, honestly you didn't. You really didn't. You just wanted to collapse on your bed and sleep.

"Did you pick my lock?" You question softly. It's not an accusation, more of a hypothesis but you already know the answer before either answer. Viktor gives you a sheepish smile and shrugs as if to say who knows. But you made your own assumptions and you knew exactly how they got in. Golden eyed cheeky bastard.

"Were getting off track." Jayce interjects as he steps in front of you and grabs your shoulders before he turns you towards the bed.

"Okay I'll bite. What is all of this?" You question not letting go of the meat cleaver as he walks you closer to your bed.

"A romantic gesture." You stared at all the flowers, rose petals, candles, and chocolate covered fruits in trays.

"... Romantic is not the word I'd use. Unnecessary perhaps." You respond making a face as Jayce urges you to sit.

"(Y/N) you wound me so." Jayce states pouting. Humming in acknowledgment you stare at your room, at what they'd done for you. At the mess you'd have to clean later.

"I'd offer you a glass of wine but it seems you've had your fill." Viktor suddenly says looking concerned, perhaps annoyed. You weren't entirely sure what laid behind his eyes in that moment but something you weren't used to. Rolling your eyes in turn for what feels like the hundredth time you place the knife down.

"Oh I'm going to need a glass after all this." You state as you bring your hands up to your face.

“As long as you share.” Jayce responds nuzzling into your neck. Giggling scooting away from the affectionate gesture you whine as Jayces soft lips touch your neck, so different from his calloused hands that wrap around your waist. The inventors crafty hands slip under your shirt and graze across your ticklish stomach. As gooseflesh rises on your arms your eyes flutter and Jayce hums clearly enjoying himself.

Viktor chuckles watching you get flustered. “Where were you?” He questions as he sits on the other side of you tilting your face towards him. As you smile leaning into his warm hand he smirks slightly, enjoying the contact. “(Y/N)...?” He hums lips hovering over yours as he waits for an answer.

“Celebrating with Sky. I wanted you both to come but couldn't find you.” You respond and he nods satisfied before leaning in to close the gap. As Viktors lips touch yours Jayces hands begin to fiddle with your clothes.

“You found us.” Jayce teases and you shiver as Viktor deepens the kiss and Jayce continues to gently grope you. Their hands only getting more desperate as they squish you in-between them.

You did indeed. You found something you didn't even know you were looking for. A fact they seemed to be forgetting. As their lips crash against yours and their hands feel your body you whine. They shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be doing this. But the more they kissed you and the more you sunk into your sheets with their sweet words whispered in your ear the less you cared. Slightly hazy from the alcohol but enjoying the feeling none the less you wonder if life has always been this colorful. If it was the alcohol or the thrill of it all. And when you woke up would it still be this colorful entwined in their arms?

Or would the harsh truth of their breaking in ruin the morning mood? You're not sure and as they continue to kiss and hold you, only getting more desperate for you after waiting for so long, you realize that's a problem for tomorrow. For now it's colorful.

[stacygetsit]

🩷🩷🩷So somehow as I was exploring tumblr I ended up on a hater page which was discussing us Lukola shippers and how we are being delusional. We are looking into forks for who we can see. Also they said when Luke stated that the fans he met in person were nice and what he's really meant was an hidden insult to those of us that ship him with Nicola. Wild guys I know. So let's discuss the definition of delusional since they want to throw that damn word around sooo much. Delusional according to dictionary.com is having a false or unrealistic beliefs and opinions. My question is what is exactly is an unrealistic opinion that we have? Is it that Luke could've fell in love with Nicola is that sooo unrealistic that by us believing it makes us "delusional"? Or are they really Nicola or Luke haters that hide behind being a shipper. I'm offend on behalf of Nicola and Luke. It is totally possible that our theories are true. Nic and Luke have stated they love each other and have a special type of relationship like they have with no one else. That was their words not mine. So we should believe when they state something shouldn't we? Or does the others JD and the girl matter more then Luke or Nic do?

So they say we are the delusional ones!!! Yet you believe that Luke meant to insult us Lukola shippers when he made the comment when I meet the fans in person they are nice. Did any of you stop and think he might have been talking about the haters in his comments? Or hell even think maybe it was just a general statement seeing as he doesn't know the masses. How can he make a personal assessment of people online that he hasn't ever freaking met?

They said we are crazy to look into forks yet they have declared who Luke and Nicola are dating without having any type of confirmation. How can you confirm that they are dating anyone? What gives you that right? We do things in our small little pages that are honestly mostly on tumblr. Sure do we tag them in things yes some of us do but y'all do too. But I will say we aren't looking into their windows or sending DM goons after them. We aren't taking pictures off private pages. We aren't following them for blocks taking pictures when they said no. And let's speak on all the fan pages you have bullied off all different platforms yet we are the crazy ones. In the end we are not delusional. We don't know what's false or true why because Luke and Nic have not stated they are dating anyone. That's a fact!!! again we can only go based on what we know and last thing they have said was they are single so unless someone claims someone else's their "truth" they cling onto to so hard isn't reality it's just another assumption and theory.

[wcnderlnds]

saving the world | peter maximoff

・❥・summary: when the weirdo at the coffee shop turns out to be a superhero ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・word count: 1k ・❥・authors note: if you saw this posted earlier no you didnt (i messed it up) 😭 but first peter fic of the year lets go!!

The delicious smell of coffee invaded your senses the second you stepped foot into the small little coffee shop you worked at. The morning shift was your least favourite but at least your co-worker always seemed to arrive early enough to get the coffee brewing. It was another task you could tick off your schedule for the day. As you made your way to the back to grab your apron, you noticed the head of silver hair that you’d seen around lately. He was hunched over, flipping pages on some comic book. You guessed he just enjoyed the place — coffee shops always seemed to have the best kind of vibes.

However, as the day went on, he stayed put flipping through the comic book that never seemed to end until you noticed there was a stack of them on the table now. He hadn’t left so did he bring that many with him? Was he really spending his day sitting in a coffee shop? Whispering to your co-worker to take over the cash register, you headed over to the silver haired boy, pot of coffee in your hand.

“Want a drink or anything?” You asked, holding up the coffee in a gesture. “It is a coffee shop after all.”

“No, thanks,” he shook his head, offering you a small smile.

“Okaaaay.” You’d just turned around to go back to the counter when you heard him call out for you again. You span on your heels, turning back around to face him.

“Do you work here everyday?” He peered over the top of the current comic book he was reading, brown eyes meeting yours. “I mean, I’ve been here every day this week and I feel like you’re on every shift.”

You sighed. “Got to make money somehow, huh? What about you? Don’t you have a job? Or do you just like spending all your time at a coffee shop doing nothing?”

“I save the world and stuff, no biggie.”

“Yeah, okay.”

With a laugh, thinking this man was crazy, you headed back to the counter. It was always the cute guys that ended up being a little weird. Unfortunate, really, because he was cute. The silver hair, the deep brown eyes – he had a unique look, one that you were sure had most people swooning. That included you. Too bad he seemed like he was crazy. Saving the world? Maybe in his little delusional brain.

A couple of weeks passed and he was in every day. You’d found out through another brief conversation with him again that his name was Peter. He always seemed willing to talk, like he was surprised that someone actually wanted to talk to him. In fact, he often struck up conversation with you as you worked. It was nice, actually. Maybe he was a weirdo but he seemed sweet. The only problem was that now you were starting to think about him when you were at home. As you’d sit on the couch watching your favourite show, you’d think about whether Peter would like it or not, making a note to ask him. Or finding new songs to share with him. You’d found out he was a big music fan – he’d even brought you a mixtape one day full of all his favourite artists. It had become your favourite thing to listen to.

As you walked into work one day, your heart sank when you noticed Peter wasn’t sat in usual seat. The day progressed and he still hadn’t shown up. Anxiety gripped you, your brain automatically thinking the worst. Something must have happened to him. Why else wasn’t he here? Unless he’d found somewhere else to occupy his time. The thought alone made your heart ache. Damnit, you’d really started to fall for this weirdo who sat in your coffee shop all day.

The sound of the TV in the corner drew your attention, a news piece about the latest disaster in town. Something about how the X-Men had saved the day. You were about to turn away when you saw that familiar head of silver hair on the TV donned in one of the infamous X-Men suits. You blinked, confusion etched all over your features until it dawned on you, his words from weeks ago echoing in your mind. 

I save the world and stuff, no biggie.

He really hadn’t been lying. All this time you’d thought he was just pulling your leg but turns out he really was out saving the world. He was part of the friggin’ X-Men. How hadn't you put that together? He must be a new addition to the team or you hadn’t been paying enough attention lately.

A gust of wind blew the door open and before you could even process it, Peter was stood in front of you, his hair a windswept mess as his gloved hands pulled the goggles over his eyes onto his head. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Was busy….”

“....saving the world and stuff?” You cut him off, a smile tugging at your lips. He grinned, pointing his finger at you jokingly. 

“Didn’t believe me, did ya? I’d never tell a lie to a pretty thing like yourself.”

“Shutup.”

“Ha! Made you blush. So, hey, you think you could get me a coffee? I’m pretty spent.”

His request took you off guard for a moment. He never requested a drink so it took a moment for your brain to process it. “Uh, yeah…”

“While you’re at it, take your break and have a coffee with me. I was going to ask you on a date today but with all of that stuff happening, didn’t really go as planned so… why not just make it happen now, huh?” He folded his arms across his chest, his lips upturned in a cocky grin. He was so damn confident that you were going to join him and… he was right.

You called to your co-worker that you were taking your break, throwing your apron off and into the back. A first date at your work place wasn’t ideal but nothing about Peter seemed normal anyway. In fact, it seemed perfect.

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[raapija]

talking about strollonso, which one do you think made the first move and how? 👀

Hello 💋

I think it started with both of them having a crush on each other but Fernando being absolutely useless in trying to hide it (he thought he was being totally normal but everyone else could see it from a mile away). He would find Lance at any given opportunity and ask silly questions or just try to have him talk (he loves that Canadian drawl...) about something. He would always be super gentlemanly and helpful to him and make everyone else around look at each other knowingly because Lance would turn into actual cotton candy and clouds when treated nice like that. Little fleeting touches, compliments, smiles, laughs...

On the other hand, Lance thought he was just being delusional, because NO WAY Fernando would be interested in him. He's just a guy and he's Fernando Alonso. Way out of his league. He was just being nice. It was finally Esteban, who (begrudgingly) told him to go talk to the bastard man.

Lance asked Fernando out (nervous, ears burning, heart pounding), out being the terrace at the Aston motorhome and catering, and they talked and laughed and talked some more until a team member came to find them to get back to work.

After that, the constant flirting stopped and the whole place got a little less... tense, and everyone was whispering that maybe they had been imagining things and the two were actually NOT totally gay for each other. And so, Mikey (Aston Martin no. 1 mechanic, Nando's guy) was tasked to figure it out.

Mikey shimmying closer to Nando and leaning down to whisper: "So.......... You two together now or what?"

Fernando, choking on his coffee and immediately turning red: "-what???"

"You and Lance. You know..." Mikey touching the tips of his fingers together. "Like that."

"Uh...... I guess, sí."

"We knew it! Oh, uh, no, I mean... That's great!" Mikey's turn to blush.

"☕😐"

them with the whole team chanting "kiss, kiss, kiss"

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

lowk FUCKED up, butttttttttttttt would any of the comic book yanderes lobotomize their darling? we always talkin about willingness and shit saur... ya know!! just a lil off the top if ykwim

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒…

!!! GN reader, take a wild guess (lobotomies), neurological terms used, basic delusional behaviors, unethical uses of superpowers, unethical practices in general, mentions of brain dead/vegetative/mentally handicapped reader, Hal’s part briefly describes actual lobotomy procedures, Joker jumpscare in Harvey’s, gaslighting, a small history lesson here and there, themes of forced drug abuse, Tim Drake being a good candidate for the Saw franchise.

GRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHGHHHRRR. Anon, come over here so I can give you a lil forehead smooch. I’ve always wanted to write a yan lobotomy blurb, but… I didn’t really know what direction I wanted to go. Or who to write about. The idea is was legit, “hee hee, wouldn’t it be silly if there was a yandere lobotomy fic” and that’s about it. So I guess this is my chance to get some feelings out about that, yay!!

A few of these are a bit longer than usual cuz this type of shit is my jam. I also didn’t know if you wanted me to rank them on least to most likely, so shoot me a follow up ask if that’s what you wanted. Mwah!!

Bruce Wayne: Definitely not off the table. I’m willing to bet Thomas Wayne had at least one book on lobotomies; just an antique hardback that makes for an interesting read. I can see young Bruce sitting on his father’s lap in the study, tiny hands tracing over the book’s old diagrams as Thomas lovingly describes all of the morbid things they’d do to people (you know, classic father/son bonding activities). Who knew it would actually come in handy one day? Moral repercussions be damned, my man can pull off a sick lobotomy. There are of course factors he has no control over — such as your own brain plasticity and cognitive function — but that’s not exactly his fault, now is it? What your brain decides to do post-lobotomy has nothing to do with him (jokes aside, he’d be devastated if you were totally fucked up afterwards… though he’d easily adapt).

Bucky Barnes: I think he’s had enough mind-meddling of his own to give this a hard pass. It doesn’t matter how bad you are; he’s not doing anything to your brain. You’ll learn to behave on your own accord. And thank god, cuz bro would NOT make a good brain surgeon. He’d brick you so fast. Also, fun fact, the Soviets were actually the first to ban lobotomies (if memory serves correct; Google is backing me up, so… do with that what you will). I don’t know if this carries over to the KGB and their little secret evil organization side shenanigans, but yeah. Let it be known that the chances of lobotomized Bucky went down by… like… 3%.

Clark Kent: At first, I was about to say no, but then I remembered the Justice Lords from the JL cartoon, and… you know what? Maybe. It would be a very low chance, but if it’s gotten to the point where you’re a danger to yourself, Clark would have no other choice. What else can he do? Your safety always comes first and foremost. While the two dots singed into your forehead would raise a few brows, it’s not like he lets you out much anyway. He’d spend a long time trying to cope with the guilt. He did this to save you… he just had to save you from yourself. At least his heat vision is precise enough that he wouldn’t fuck it up. Now all that’s left to do is hope that you turn out okay. He’ll consider it a job well done if you can at least still smile at him.

Dick Grayson: He really isn’t that much different from Bruce, is he? Yeah, he’d do it. Maybe with a few more reservations, but he’d still do it. I think it’s in your best interest if you don’t let him spiral this far, because he’s not against the idea of you being in a completely vegetative state. Yeah, it would suck that you aren’t as active of a participant as he’d want you to be, but having complete control over your care is good enough for him. He’ll easily let his own delusions fill that void. Honestly, a part of him might even hope you turn out with a mental capacity of a toddler. It’s the best of both worlds; while you can still respond to your environment, you also rely heavily on his care. Perfectly pliable in his hands… a dream come true! Yay!

Hal Jordan: Nah. He’s good. Last he checked, he’s not the most qualified person in the world to quite literally poke around in someone’s brain. Hell, even the thought of it makes him sick. No drilling holes into skulls, no skewering needles through eye sockets, no thanks! He’ll leave that up to the people who can stomach the grosser shit. Now, is the thought of a quick operation that theoretically fixes your bratty behavior tempting? Sure. But Hal’s not an idiot; he knows the risks, and those risks just don’t seem worth it. There’s a reason lobotomies are unethical nowadays. Unless the topic comes up in some sort of show or movie, the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind.

Harvey Dent: Neither Harvey nor Two Face are all that keen on the idea. They might’ve done some fucked up shit to you (definitely Two Face more than Harvey), but a lobotomy? That’s just a new level of fucked up. A Joker level of fucked up, even (and the thought of being compared to that piece of shit makes both sides of Dent want to light up an entire room). Besides, there’s no one on the entire planet he’d trust to pull off a procedure like that on you. While he might know a guy or two who would totally do it in this day and age, he’d sooner put a bullet in their brain than let them fuck around with yours. That being said, don’t think you’re totally out of the woods. At the end of the day, it’s all up to the coin, remember?

Jaime Reyes: Would Jaime? No. Absolutely not. It’s unethical, it’s fucked, and it’s also just gross. Anything to do with surgery makes him feel extremely squeamish, and he might actually pass out if he thinks about it too hard. But would Khaji Da? Yeah. Probably. Though it would have to be an extreme scenario, where you’re just completely beyond controlling. Khaji Da knows the risks, and while he’ll execute the technical aspects flawlessly, the results are naturally unpredictable. It would be unfortunate if the scarab lost its host’s mate. Your poor little noggin is at the mercy of Jaime’s resolve. Is he in full control? Then don’t worry, his incoherent mutterings about severing connections in your prefrontal cortex are nothing but his weird intrusive thoughts. But… if he isn’t… uh-oh.

Peter Parker: Nope. No lobotomies here. He’s quite aware of the repercussions, both morally and practically. Honestly, he doesn’t even see most of your behaviors as something in need of correcting in the first place. Maybe if you were causing yourself any sort of harm, but other than that, he can put up with a lot of your bullshit. Talking back? Name calling? Hitting and kicking? Straight-up just being abusive? As long as you don’t leave him, he’ll work with it! Peter is the exact definition of a pushover yandere. You can get away with a lot, and that includes not getting lobotomy!

Reed Richards: I can see him pulling one off. Is it the most desirable outcome? Definitely not. But there’s only so much he can put up with before he finally puts his foot down. If you’re the insubordinate type, you’ve probably given him at least 17 heart attacks by now, and it’s only natural he’d come up with a way to curb those behaviors. See, me personally, if I were to get a lobotomy from any of these men, I’m calling up Reed. He’s no neurologist, but I’m sure he can whip up something to study your brain waves and accurately predict the outcome of a lobotomy. Plus, he’d probably have the safest environment and instruments for the operation. You won’t feel a thing, trust. Now let’s hope months of collecting data and trial runs on some less-than-willing test subjects pay off!

Remy LeBeau: Yeah, no… probably not. Thanks to Sinister, he knows first hand how invasive a lobotomy is. You’d have to be really unstable for him to even consider that idea. He definitely has the means to do it — all he has to do is put a finger up to your forehead and burn through your frontal lobe — but having the resolve to do it is a different story. While he might’ve turned out semi-okay post-lobotomy, there’s no telling what would happen after yours. Way too risky. Only something to consider as a totally nuclear option. So don’t make him do something he’d rather not, okay? It’d be better for you, better for him, better for everyone.

Scott Summers: Like Gambit, he’s a victim of Sinister’s fuckery but 10 times worse. I don’t think he’d be able to stomach the thought of doing anything surgical to you no matter how disobedient you are. But… maybe we can make this a little interesting. Scott’s attracted some hella weird attention over the years… who’s to say someone like Sinister wouldn’t get his hands on you and do a little fucking around? Maybe Goblin Queen? A particularly pissed off Phoenix? While Scott himself wouldn’t dare lobotomize you, I think there’s some people out there who would. Or, hear me out: mind controlled Cyclops almost crushing your skull with an optic blast. It would be more blunt force than an actual lobotomy, but I’m willing to bet it would fuck up your cognitive function all the same. Despite the immense horror and guilt he’d feel afterwards, a small part of him can see it as a blessing in disguise (depending on how you turn out, that is).

Steve Rogers: Honestly, Cap was frozen at the funniest point in history ever. The amount of lobotomies increased exponentially from the 40s to 50s (mind you, WWII ended in 1945), and then antipsychotics were introduced as a more ethical way to treat mental illness, which Steve wouldn’t know shit about. Unfortunately for all of my fellow sickos out there, lobotomies were probably never a thing Steve liked about the 40s, but allow me to offer an alternative. Steve thinks there’s clearly something wrong with your mental health; why else would you act like you hate him? Luckily for him, this is the 21st century, where people know much more about mental illnesses and disorders. He could easily pull some strings as Captain America and get you the help you so obviously need. So, I guess the question is, how many different prescriptions of antipsychotics can one take at once? Guess you’ll find out!

Tim Drake: So… uh… y’all better pray that he doesn’t get any intrusive thoughts about this shit. And if he does, PRAY that he snaps out of his weird fit before it’s too late. DO NOT LET BRO COOK. I don’t think he’d totally fuck it up or anything, but the chances of him spiraling and performing more than one are dangerously high. You might find the out hard way just how much poking and prodding a brain can take before it shuts down. Depending on how manic he is, he might actually lobotomize you while you’re conscious. No anesthesia, no painkillers, just him pouncing on you with a hammer and pick. You will be rawdogging this lobotomy like god intended. That’s when he’d fuck your shit up. Unless you want him to brick your brain, you better fight him off and wrestle those tools out of his hands. The post-manic episode clarity would be insane. “Uh… sorry I tried to give you a lobotomy.” Cool, man. Okay.

Wally West: Wally “if you need to give someone a lobotomy, that’s honestly a skill issue” West. Who needs that shit when you’re THE master manipulator? It would take some god-tier perception (or paranoia) to see through a fraction of his act, and even so, what good will any of that do when he’s got everyone else wrapped around his finger? Fighting against him is a dangerous game. If need be, he’ll play the loving caretaker while you’re the loony one. Poor Wally… he’s trying to help you through your issues, and this is the thanks he gets? Wow. Now, for the sake of a little exploration, I think it’s important to note that Wally could theoretically go through with it (by phasing his hand through your skull and solidifying at the right angle), but that sounds way too unstable to pull off. It would probably run the risk of turning your brain into a soup, and I’m pretty sure that kills people.

[me-saw-hoo-dini]

I KNEW FROM THE START IT WAS VANOSS DUH BUT AFTER “He makes the character bisexual. and there’s a consideration on his mind and he wants to ask the guy he met at 18” I RAN TO THE APLHA BETAS WIKI CUZ I NEVER WATCHED APLHA BETAS AND HOLY SHIT EDDIE/EVANS CHARACTER IS BISEXUAL? WHAT? SO I LOOK IT UP AND INSTEAD I RUN INTO

THIS MOTHERFUCKER REALLY DID BASE THE WHOLE DAMN CHARACTER AROUND HIMSELF. MY FUCKING GOD NOT ONLY THAT BRO IT REALLY IS JAW DROPPING CUZ THE ONLY TIME HE EVER IS EMBARRASSED AND UPSET (that we’ve seen) WHEN IT COMES TO FLIRTING WHETHER ITS WHEN HIS FLIRTING FAILS OR HIS FRIENDS START TEASING HIM IS WHEN ITS TOWARDS DELIRIOUS. HE’LL FLIRT AND CRACK JOKES WITH THE OTHER GUYS TOO YA BUT THEY JOKE BACK WITH HIM AND HE LAUGHS AND WHEN ITS DELIRIOUS THE VIDEO ALWAYS CUTS RIGHT AFTER DELIRIOUS IS DONE RESPONDING (unless they keep flirting/joking around and or until whatever eventful moment is done happening in the background) OR AFTER HIS FRIENDS ARE DONE MAKING FUN OF HIM!

FOR EXAMPLE SINCE ITS THE MOST RECENT HEAD SPIN THAT FUCKING CHRISTMAS VIDEO. DELIRIOUS MAKES THEIR CHARACTERS HUG AND THE ONLY THING EVAN RESPONDS WITH IS A EXASPERATED “Why?!” AND THEN HES QUIET FOR THE REST OF THE CLIP WHILE HIS FRIENDS AND DELIRIOUS CRACK JOKES AND THEN IT CUTS AFTER THEYRE DONE LIKE?? I mean there are a lot of times too where Vanoss will joke back like in Human Fall Flat when Vanoss and Delirious are trying to Mission Impossible Tom Cruz up the side of a mountain and Nogla tells them to stop having sex and asks if they made a baby and vanoss is laughing and cracks jokes back the whole time and say that him and Delirious had sex but man I remember Vanoss usually becoming more quiet, embarrassed, or whatever when his friends start teasing him than him joking back (besides just going “oh ya?”).

SO ANYWAYS I KEEP READING THE WIKI AND

MY GOD

AND THEN I COME BACK TO THIS POST TO THEN ALSO READ “the guy he clicked with, if he wanted to come along and act, maybe even play the character that his character was destined to be with. his friends get so pumped about it that they wrote a script about it, but it all came crashing down when the time came to ask and the guy tells hm no. But they can’t just throw away the script for the character so they slap in another character (a female, because anyone else would’ve been too much of a reminder of what he missed out on) but their dynamic is still eerily there.”

If that shit is true and Delirious was not only offered to be in alpha betas but specifically offered to have played as Eddie’s partner I’m gonna loose my MIND. WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? ARE YOU FR SERIOUS RN????? IS THIS A FICTIONAL SPIN OR ARE YOU TELLING ME A STRAIGHT FACT OH MY GOD

also a little ps because I’m not sure if you’re talking about the songs Evan’s made or songs Evan likes and put into a playlist or both things but I always liked to think/thought that a lot of the songs at the end of Vanoss’s videos are meant for/towards Delirious. It depends on the song but usually I think about it if Delirious was in or was mentioned in the video (and then I think about it for videos after or whenever I hear the song again). Can’t come up with any examples and 100% it’s just cuz I immediately start making music videos/fake scenarios in my head cuz music always does that to me but food for thought always something I’ve giggled and been delusional about

this might be a bad post but

theres something so funny about having the perfect story about a man who is struggling with internalized homophobia within himself due to growing up as a poc in a white neighborhood, being ostracized in communities and being white-washed in the public eye (like in school photos), and having to deal with hockey culture, the forced-masculinity that comes with it and the racism that used to (and sometimes still is) course through the sport, and finding a community that is still somehow even worse about the definition of masculinity but then that community has turned into a vital part of the guy’s career so he has to keep that part of himself locked away. he’s successful, then he meets a guy when he’s 18, just fresh into college, and he’s attached. he’s “clicked” with the guy, as described by his friends, and for the next 9 years, he hangs out with him non-stop, even going as far as to come up with the courage to *write a song* that might’ve been inspired by him, that would then transform into him making more songs, before he makes a public playlist about him under a company name. He does this time and time again. their friends make fun of how close they are and there are hundreds of invisible stories shared between them, moments where he’s debating if the leap is worth taking, then the guy gets into a relationship and then THAT gets written into his songs too and the heartbreak he experiences gets reflected into his behavior, his actions. he is devastated by this, and he writes and he writes and he mopes about it through his songs. maybe this is the push he needed to be able to make the next huge leap so he creates a project with four of his closest friends. He creates a near-perfect replica of himself, an embodiment of all of his elements, and then he makes the one thing he was the most scared about public, like he’s testing the waters. He makes the character bisexual. and there’s a consideration on his mind and he wants to ask the guy he met at 18, the guy he clicked with, if he wanted to come along and act, maybe even play the character that his character was destined to be with. his friends get so pumped about it that they wrote a script about it, but it all came crashing down when the time came to ask and the guy tells hm no. But they can’t just throw away the script for the character so they slap in another character (a female, because anyone else would’ve been too much of a reminder of what he missed out on) but their dynamic is still eerily there. It’s a mockery, a mimicry of what they had, what they COULDVE had. then more years pass and the playlist that he has keeps on growing and growing until it spans over 100+ songs. then the guy splits up with his relationship. the man would then go on to post pictures of himself hanging out with queer people, wearing the flashiest outfits, those that make him strike out, and he’ll have his friends vouch for him to be the BEST partner in the guy’s eyes, even going as far as to make up or stretch certain traits about him, and he’ll flaunt around with double-sided jokes, hints that he may be an option, that he is still open to him, if the guy is willing to come to him,

And this all would’ve been a BEAUTIFUL story if it wasn’t Evan fucking Fong.

[zshiftsrealties]

I THINK I SHIFTED??!

I don't care whatever you call it, mini shift or just me being delusional. But I've never experienced something like this ever before.

So I couldn't sleep all night, but at around 6 something in the morning, I was finally tired enough to sleep. Just as I was about to lay down, I said to myself,

"Listen, I'm going to go to sleep and I'm going to shift"

I say that, and lay down. I decide to use @sheeezu's "channeling someone from your dr" method.

Okay, so I do that, and before even reaching to the 'talking about the CR' during that method, I start feeling weird. Yes, I was tired, but I was wide awake during the method.

Then suddenly, I felt someone move infornt of me on the bed (I sleep on the edge side of it, facing the wall) and my hands also got all, not even tingly, but as if someone was moving their hand over it very slowly and at a little distance, but I didn't feel the hand, just the sensation, and my hand started moving on its on slowly, as if another hand was right underneath it. (yes, ik sometimes your hand starts moving when you put it over the edge and set it freely in the air, but this was SO MUCH different).

When this happened, something in my mind flipped, and I realized I have shifted. At the realization, my heart started beating so fast, I swear it felt like it'll pop out of my chest right now. I could hear stuff from my CR but I didn't pay it any mind (more like I couldn't, like it literally didn't matter in that moment). This continued for a good minute I think, but I didn't open my eyes.

My hand was still moving slowly, and I was constantly thinking in my mind that shifting was actually is so damn easy, and that I actually did. But eventually, I broke out of it because of how shocked I was.

But anyways, this was a golden opportunity, and I decided to try the same method again. And I did. This time, I felt the weird sensation as if there was a hand in my underarm (lol). Anyway, that also stayed long enough, but I started to get the "burning leg" sensation (there's a post about it somewhere on shiftblr too). Like it didn't actually burn, but the sensation is so weird. So I moved my leg but continued with the method. This time my other leg started burning (😭), so I moved it. I also felt like a hand was hovering over my cheek, just slightly touching but again, I could only feel the sensation, and it was all tingly but in a much calm way.

By this time I had reused the method 2 times after the initial use (So as in 3 times in total). When I was done the third time, I just went to sleep. And, yeah. That's about it. Even if it wasn't actually a shift, It SO WAS because I know it in my bones that I did shift, even if for a second.

[d1n0-sn0r3]

TW: RELIGIOUS TRAUMA

I wanna talk about something!! I am going back to Hellenic Paganism again. But there is a reason I left as quickly as I joined. I have religious trauma from Christianity. It made me a little delusional about if a god hated me, and I'm not going into why that is. But it stops me from basically believing in Hellenism, which is what I want to believe in. It's been a few years since the reason for my religious trauma happened. I've healed a lot, and since I'm going back to Hellenism, I'm going to tell you some rules I'm setting for myself. 1. Take breaks from worshipping if I get too delusional. 2. Make sure I'm safe to be worshipping at the time I do. I'm probably gonna write more in the future, but this is for now!

[steddieunderdogfics]

Passing Notes (and other tropes) by harmonictechnicality

Rating: E

69,363 words, 12/12 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort. Light BDSM. Soft Dom Eddie Munson. Choking. Dirty Talk. like turn around now if you don't like dirty talk , Spit Kink, Bottom Steve Harrington, Strip Tease, Phone Sex, First Time, Dry Humping, script format scenes for banter purposes, brief mention of kink shaming, 1983 dnd boys make a minor appearance, Praise Kink, Possessive Behavior, Bullying, Minor Violence, 80's Pop Culture References, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Not Beta Read, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Love Bites, we're living in my delusional headcanon that Steve is an 18 year old junior in high school

Summary:

And as Steve drives home, he knows what he should be thinking. He should be so proud of himself for having this breakthrough. He should be wildly excited that he had a productive conversation with the opposite sex - or anybody, for that matter. He should be patting himself on the back on the prospects of being Just Friends with Nancy Wheeler instead of gaining another number to his dumb body count list. He should be reveling in the news that he is capable of change. But Steve’s not thinking about any of those really wonderful things. He’s only thinking about one thing:

‘Nancy’s little bother called me douchey-looking-hair-guy, and I cannot wait to tell Eddie Munson.’

 

Or:

What if Steve Harrington had found himself in detention with Eddie Munson on the day he was supposed to take Nancy Wheeler on their first date? How drastically different would his life be?

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[enzomancer]

Haunted by the image of Lorenzo wandering aimlessly around Castle Ravenloft in a silk robe (this has not happened in game… but what if it did…?)

[soranker]

tomorrow :)

[linkemaus]

Not to be that person, but if Kamala Harris were a white man with the exact same ideals, positions, and beliefs, it wouldn’t have even been a competition. Realising that the worst thing you can apparently be is a woman, is truly devastating.

[rainibao]

Hijacking for a disorganised note to self kind of thing:

I did already associate the threads with Vein when this scene was in the trailers, because of the colour and his whole character design, and it's just interesting to see this as another visual representation of how Lu Guang's fear of Vein is ingrained into his psyche/subconscious what with the ubiquitous presence of the threads

But now I'm also thinking about how that scene sort of has Liu Xiao's and Xia Fei's colours too? (Purple background, the gear)

Maybe Xia Fei's is a little bit of a reach but the way the thick red threads(thread?) frames the foreground, entangles/straining the gears in the middleground representing an attempt to control/keep in place (+ delusional VeiFei brain wants to have a word)(the golden gear being in the center of the frame does fit XF too hmm), while the background is an ominous non-solid purple(that is prominently the backdrop for the entire frame), does kind of fit what we know of Vein and Liu Xiao (or at least how they're presented so far)

The way the purple is shaded also does kind of make it look like curtains to me, which would imply that this the "backstage"(cause of the gears), hence symbolising Lu Guang being the only one privy to what is "behind the scenes". With the machinery unstuck the "show" can now go on (and the question here would be, what exactly on stage does this mechanism control.)

In the Yingdu Chapter, “time flowing” means the timeline is changing, while the opposite, “time not flowing,” is when everything is going exactly the same as the past. To “flow” is to be displaced, to be somewhere new. To “not flow” is to be stuck in the same place.

Although Lu Guang has dived back into the past, he hasn’t really done any drastic actions to change Cheng Xiaoshi’s fate. In the anime con case, he strictly follows a script, as if he’s here to just once again experience what it’s like being with his friends instead of trying to actually save them (he’s probably failed many times before that he’s given up 🥲). Some unexpected things may happen, but he still manages to keep things under control.

So, this scene of Lu Guang standing in front of gears held in place by threads that spell out Bridon...

...is representative of how Cheng Xiaoshi’s time stopped flowing because of whatever happened in Yingdu.

If you look at this scene closely, then you’d notice the gears moving slightly in spite of the threads. This is representative of small deviations in the timeline, which are negligible in the presence of the node that is Yingdu.

Therefore, Lu Guang breaking the Yingdu threads is a representation of his determination to try again and change Cheng Xiaoshi’s fate, allowing his time to continue flowing.