#i think im just getting bored of people forgetting i exist

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Oh cool my class is doing secret santa and didn't tell me I mean I assume it was arranged when I was sick but like they have my number and I have friends(?) there too

[welcometoteyvat]

omg I think I forgot how fun shipping huxiao is

[cranberry-writes]

Dating Headcannons for The Boys characters!

Please send requests, i need motivation

Characters listed; Hughie, Butcher, M.M, Frenchie, Kimiko

Warnings; Mentioned drinking and cannon typical violence/language. Also i’m barely on season 2 please bear with me

Hughie;

- He’s so so sweet about your relationship

- He gets you flowers for no reason other than he saw them and thought you’d like them

- He has thousands of reminders so he won’t forget anything, from a drink you liked to your anniversary he will have it written down.

- Later on in the series he gets protective and cautious about the relationship, scared someone (homelander) will mess it up by hurting you

- He’ll probably push you away a bit to try and protect you but after you knock some sense into him he’ll be back to normal

- Loves park/library dates, going on a picnic during the summer and to the library when it’s to cold out.

- He will do so much for you (flowers, gifts, dates etc) and insist it’s nothing but will cry (happy tears) if you do the same

- Don’t get me wrong tho, he’s still a bad ass (sometimes). He just dosnt want you to think differently of him because of it, he’s hurt people, killed people, and he honestly isn’t too keen on focusing on it. Even if you two are in the same line of work.

- And if you two don’t work together he tries to keep his ‘work’ life and dating life separate, very separate.

“You’ve never told me what you do for work, maybe i could stop by and meet your co-workers.”

“Uh, actually, i don’t think that’ll work.”

“Why not? is everything ok there or something?”

“I-, uhm, work alone, so i don’t even have coworkers for you to meet really, it’s really boring infact you’d probably fall asleep just from me talking about it hahaha.”

- You find out like two days later

Butcher;

- Little shit

- I mean that affectionately

- His pet names will range anywhere from “Darlin’” to “Fucker” and i WILL stand by it

- He’ll probably introduce you to his work before he does his dog

- But his dog is the big ticket, you meeting Terror is essentially his way of proposing before proposing

- He’s protective but not in the “i’ll watch your every move” more in the “im teaching you how to use every weapon to ever exist” way

- Honestly work would probably come before you for a while before he sucks it up and actually makes an effort

- Dates will be at the most shity bar imaginable, unless he’s apologizing for something then he’ll take you to the nicest place he can and put on a suit. (it’s the Cheese Cake factory and he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt under his jacket but he’s trying)

- Unlike Hughie he will introduce you to his work at some point, granted it would still be a while before he did but he would at some point.

- He’s sweet in his own way

“Darlin’, look what i got ya.” And it’s a Garfield shirt a size to big but you still wear it anyways

MM;

- Definition of husband material

- remembers anything and everything after being told one time

- makes you baths with rose petals and candles and all that stuff if you mention you’ve been tired lately

- Takes you out to the movies and a nice restaurant at least twice a month

- Good gods he’s sweet to you

- He knows how to cook/bake and will make stuff for you all the time

- My guy will make a meal from your culture and practice making it almost daily just to give you a taste of home.

- He really loves back massages and cuddling after a long day

- Put on some crappy reality show for background noise and nap together

- He wants you as far away as humanly possible from his work, will literally say shit like “everyone at work has the plague you can’t visit” as a joke to try and change the subject

- Chances are you won’t find out

- His favorite flowers are tulips and nothing will change my mind about it

“Baby what are these?”

“Tulips, I bought them from a street market on 11th today. They’re your favorite, right?”

“Gods, sweetheart you’re perfect.”

Frenchie;

- When you two meet you both think it’s just going to be a one night stand

-…then it’s two nights, then three, then a week, then you start spending more time at his place than your own. One day you guys just realize you’re moved in and dating

“Are we dating?”

“…Was there anything else we could be mon cœur?”

- honestly i don’t think you two would get together if you weren’t working together, or at least you were also into some shady shit

- But overall you guys have a strong relationship, one gets hurt the other kills someone, someone is hungry the other is already cooking, stuff like that

- He also cooks but it’s only french food, it’s like a super power. He can cook any french food effortlessly but literally anything else he messes up

- If you are french he’ll be super happy someone else will appreciate the same stuff in a similar way

- If not then he’ll be happy to share stuff with you, teach you some french words and tell you about stuff he grew up with

- Honestly he’s just happy someone (other than Kimiko) will listen and take an interest

Kimiko

-I have a confession to make, Kimiko is my favorite and i have a very blatant bias towards her

- Kill anyone you want bby i don’t care ill always like you

- Anyways, It probably takes you a while to get close enough to her that she’ll consider dating you

- Once y’all get to that point i don’t think you could break it tho

- I think she would like constant minimal physical contact, like hand holding or leaning on each other

- I think she’d be pretty protective over you, like someone looks at you wrong and she wants to maul them

- Learn sign language with/for her she will love it

- Draw with her, get her supplies, like those alcohol markers i’m sure she’ll love them

- Honestly i don’t think she’d be big on pet names, she wouldn’t object to it but i don’t think she’d give you one first

- Cook for her, i just think it would be sweet and she deserves it

“I got you some of those markers you’ve been looking at for a while.”

Thank you, this is nice

- Please she’s perfect i love her

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the missing melody ♪

pairing : franco colapinto x singer!reader

faceclaim : various people!

summary : after several months of silence, Y/N L/N, a renowned singer, unexpectedly surfaces at a Formula 1 Grand Prix, leaving everyone wondering about her disappearance. Her arrival catches the eye of a talented rookie driver, intrigued by her in many ways then one.

part 1 out of unknown parts

warnings : some singers do not exist in this au since i might take their songs! read my note before reading!

note : first smau! Let me know in the comments for feedback! I actually had inspiration for this one. i don't think this is too long or too short, so expect the next parts to be the same length! this will be at the cota race in austin in october but with the the baku results because thats when they both got points (the william drivers). i

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F1GOSSIP after several months of speculation and silence, y/n l/n resurfaced this weekend at a grand prix, and fans are buzzing! our sources say that y/n has always been a f1 fan but has never actually been to a grand prix! why now? did she get bored doing what she was doing? why was she gone for so long?

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username1 WHATTT?!?

username2 wait? MY QUEEN?!?

username3 where? i’m here also!! where is she?!?

username4 she’s still so pretty 😍

username5 NO WAY YOURE LYING?!!?

username6 no one understands how bad i missed y/n!!! 

username7 i almost had a heart attack oh my FUCK

username8 i’m totally not freaking out rn 😊😊

username9 i used to pray for times like this 🙏🙏🙏🙏

username10 DOES THIS MEAN MORE MUSIC? PLEASE ITS BEEN MONTHS IM STARVING!

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username1 we missed you y/n!

f1 hi y/n! we’d love to have you come down and join us in the paddock! let us know if you’re interested!

y/n’s pov

I stare at the text message from the F1 account on Instagram, my thumb hovering over the screen. It’s been months—months of quiet, isolation, and letting the world forget me while I tried to remember myself. I glance around the room, so used to its stillness. The familiar hush, once comforting, now feels almost suffocating. Outside the window, life goes on, people go on, and I’m here, still debating whether I’m ready to step back into it.

My eyes drift over the message again. Maybe it’s time. Time to hear the noise, to feel the movement, to breathe in more than just silence. I sigh, gathering the courage I didn’t realize I still had in me. With a deep breath, I pick up my phone and click on the message. It’s time to be out there again.

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I turn off my phone and place it face down on the table, the screen going black as if signaling the shift I’m about to make. My eyes wander out the window, where the grandstands loom in the distance, already buzzing with life and anticipation. A knot of nerves twists in my stomach as I realize what stepping back into the limelight really means. After months of silence, the thought of all those eyes on me again makes my breath catch in my throat.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths, willing myself to calm down. The air feels cool and crisp against my skin, a slight contrast to the rising anxiety inside me. Reaching for the complimentary bottle of sparkling water on the table, I unscrew the cap, the soft hiss breaking the quiet. I take a sip, hoping the bubbles will settle me.

Just as I set the bottle back down, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye—someone walking toward my table. My heart skips a beat, but before I can gather my thoughts to say something, they speak first, breaking the moment.

“You must be Y/N! Hi, I’m Diana (not relevant to anyone irl), here to guide you down and give you the paddock tour!” Her smile radiates warmth, as if it spreads from her lips all the way down to her toes, instantly putting me at ease.

I return the smile, though mine is softer, still testing the waters. “Yes, that’s me.” My voice feels steady, which is a small relief.

I stand up from my seat, taking a moment to smooth down my outfit. Carefully, I push the chair back into place, making sure every movement is deliberate, giving myself just a little more time to adjust. I reach for my phone, sliding it into my back pocket, the familiar weight grounding me. Then I pick up my purse, feeling its soft leather strap slide over my shoulder as I take a deep breath.

“Ready?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves swirl inside me as I let her lead the way, stepping back into a world I’ve been away from for so long.

As we make our way through the winding hallways of the paddock, the hum of activity grows louder with each step. My heart beats in time with the click of my heels on the hard floor, and I can feel the familiar rush of anticipation building as we head down the stairs toward the grid. With each step, I mentally brace myself for the crowd—the faces, the voices, the attention. It’s been so long since I’ve been in the thick of it all, and I silently rehearse how to hold myself together.

Just as my nerves start to rise, Diana slows her pace and falls into step beside me. Her presence is steady, comforting. “If you ever want to head back up during your time down here, just let me know,” she says gently, her voice low enough that it feels like she’s speaking just to me, despite the noise around us. “The team let me know you might be feeling a bit nervous with how sudden all this is.”

Her words catch me off guard, and my heart skips a beat, warmth spreading through me. The thought that the team has gone out of their way to make sure I’m okay—that they’re taking precautions for me—feels incredibly thoughtful, almost protective. It’s more than I expected.

I can’t help but grin, the tension in my chest loosening just a bit. “That’s really sweet, thank you,” I say, my voice light with gratitude. Knowing they’ve got my back makes everything feel a little less daunting.

I smile as I hear the start of one of my songs, love story , start playing (by taylor swift) in the background. As I start to hum, my phone dings.

I took my phone out of my back pocket and looked to see a message from Williams Racing on instagram.

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I slip my phone back into my pocket, feeling its familiar weight settle against my hip. Turning my attention to Diana, I notice she’s mid-conversation, her voice lilting as she discusses the unusually warm weather for this time of year. The sun beats down, making the air almost sticky, and I can feel a light sheen of sweat beginning to form at the back of my neck. I clear my throat with a small cough to get her attention before speaking.

“I’ll be alright now,” I say, my voice sounding steadier than I feel. “I got invited to the Williams garage.”

Her eyebrows lift in mild surprise, and she tilts her head with a curious smile. “Oh? That’s nice. I can walk you there if you’d like,” she offers, a hint of genuine warmth in her tone as she falls into step beside me.

I nod gratefully, returning her smile. “Thanks, I’d appreciate it.”

As we make our way through the crowded paddock, the buzz of activity surrounds us. The hum of engines revving in the distance, the faint scent of burning rubber, and the excited chatter of fans create a sensory tapestry that is unmistakably Formula 1. The Williams garage is up ahead, its blue and white banners standing out among the sea of team colors.

Just as we draw closer, I spot a familiar figure—Mr. Vowles, the team principal, standing by the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back as he speaks with a group of engineers. There’s a calm authority in his posture, even as the hustle of the race weekend unfolds around him.

My pulse quickens as we draw even closer to the Williams garage. The flurry of activity around us feels almost suffocating, and I can’t help but notice the curious glances from passersby. It’s my first public appearance after months of being away, and the weight of those unsaid questions hangs heavy in the air.

As we approach the entrance, Mr. Vowles looks up from his conversation, sensing our presence. His expression shifts from concentration to a welcoming grin, the lines around his eyes crinkling with warmth. “There you are,” he says, his voice carrying a tone of easy familiarity. “Hello, Y/N! I’m James Vowles, but please, just call me James.”

He extends a hand, his demeanor friendly and inviting despite the bustling surroundings. There’s a hint of recognition in his gaze—like he’s aware of who I am, or maybe just curious about the singer who suddenly vanished from the limelight.

I hum softly, finding my voice as I step forward to shake his hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, James.” I offer a small smile, hoping it comes across as more confident than I feel. “Thank you for offering up your garage for me. I appreciate the hospitality.”

His grin widens, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—respect, perhaps, or a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken stories that linger between us. “Our pleasure. It’s not every day we have a special guest with such a storied background. You’re more than welcome here.”

Diana hums thoughtfully and glances at James, a playful glint in her eye. “I leave her in your care,” she says with a smile, her tone light but sincere. She then turns to me, her expression softening. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Until next time,” she adds, giving me a small wave before turning on her heel and walking off, her figure soon blending into the sea of people.

I’m left standing at the entrance of the garage, the faint sounds of machinery and chatter surrounding me as I take in the unfamiliar scene. There’s a moment of hesitation, the feeling of being out of place creeping in despite the warm welcome.

“So… what now?” I say, glancing up at James with a faint chuckle to mask my uncertainty. “I’ve never been to one of these before. No idea what I’m supposed to do.”

James chuckles at my honesty, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, I’m sure Diana gave you a good tour around the paddock and the grid,” he says, crossing his arms casually. “But how about meeting the drivers? I’m sure Alex and Franco can spare a few minutes to say hello.”

There’s a friendly enthusiasm in his voice, as if he’s eager to make me feel at home in this high-octane world. The idea of meeting the drivers piques my curiosity, and a hint of nervous excitement stirs within me.

I perk up at the suggestion, though the flutter of nervousness in my chest is hard to ignore. Meeting the drivers feels like venturing into unfamiliar territory—a glimpse behind the curtain that I’m not entirely sure I’m prepared for. I’ve spent so long away from the public eye that even casual encounters seem daunting, like I’m out of practice.

“That sounds great,” I reply, managing a genuine smile despite the unease tightening in my chest. “I’d love to meet them.” My voice wavers just a little, betraying the anxious energy simmering beneath the surface. “I’ve seen Alex race on TV before, but I’ve never actually met a driver… or been this close to the action.” I laugh softly, hoping it comes off as lighthearted rather than strained.

“Lead the way?” I add, glancing at James with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty, my hands fidgeting at my sides. There’s excitement, yes, but also the familiar weight of anxiety, making me wonder if I’ll manage to fit into this world—or if I’ll just feel out of place all over again.

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f1 a little birdie told us y/n is in the williams hospitality! it looks like williams was the only team to invite y/n inside or the only team she was interested in? #F1 

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username11 i doubt williams was the only team to invite her!

username7 why’re you making it sound like the other teams dislike her? 😭

username2 i still can’t believe y/n is outside 😧

williamsracing the little birdie is correct! she’s safe and sound with us! 💙

↳username11 does this mean she’s meeting the boys???  

↳williamsracing she’s about too! 

username3 but what does this mean musically? is she back? #imdelusional 

third pov

James had sent a message to the drivers’ group chat well before inviting Y/N to the garage, giving them a heads-up to expect a couple of guests later in the day. In the text, he made it clear that they should stay put in Franco’s room and be on the lookout for their arrival. With James’s usual eye for organization, he had made sure to emphasize the importance of keeping things discreet, hoping to avoid any unnecessary chaos in the busy environment.

Inside Franco’s room, the air buzzed lightly with anticipation. Alex and Franco were seated on the worn leather couch, chatting casually about their upcoming schedules. The conversation meandered from the logistics of travel to plans for the off-season, each driver sharing his own ideas for how to make the most of the downtime. Their words overlapped occasionally, excitement rising as they discussed possible locations for training and leisure.

Suddenly, a sharp knock interrupted their conversation. Both men paused, glancing at each other before Franco rose from the couch, crossing the room to open the door.

Franco approached the door, turning the handle and pulling it open just enough to catch a glimpse of James standing on the other side. As recognition set in, he swung the door wider, making room for James to step through. A moment later, Y/N appeared behind him, her presence drawing immediate attention as she trailed closely after James.

James strode confidently into the room, his usual air of authority softened by a hint of excitement. “There’s someone I’d like for you two to meet,” he announced, his tone carrying just a touch of mystery. With a subtle gesture, he stepped aside, allowing Y/N to take center stage, her figure framed in the doorway as the focal point of the room.

As Y/N stepped into the room, Alex’s eyes flicked over to her, and he stood up slowly. He knew of her—the whole world did—but seeing her in person, especially after her months away, was different. She held herself with a quiet determination, though there was still a hint of uncertainty in the way her gaze briefly dipped to the floor before rising again.

“Hi, I’m Alex,” he said, keeping his voice soft and extending a hand. He noticed only the slightest hesitation before she took it, her grip firmer than he’d expected.

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N replied, her voice steady. She met his gaze, her expression composed but carrying a guardedness that suggested she was still finding her footing. It wasn’t shyness, exactly, but a careful control—like she was reminding herself to be present in the moment.

“It’s good to see you here,” Alex offered with a gentle smile, his tone casual. “Hopefully, things are looking up.”

Y/N nodded, a small smile touching her lips. “Trying to,” she said, her voice a little stronger now. There was more left unsaid, but she seemed willing to let the silence speak for her rather than rushing to fill it.

As Alex stepped back, Franco took a step forward, his gaze irresistibly drawn to Y/N. The moment their eyes met, the world seemed to still, and time stretched in that small space between them. His breath hitched as he glimpsed something in her expression—more than just shyness. It was a quiet determination touched by a vulnerability that tugged at something deep inside him.

“Franco,” he introduced himself, his voice unexpectedly tender. There was a softness in his gaze, as though he could sense the silent courage it took for her to be there, facing the world anew.

“Y/N,” she replied, her voice steady, yet intimate, as if sharing a secret. She held his gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary, then looked away—not out of hesitation, but as if deciding how much of herself to lay bare.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Franco murmured, the warmth in his tone matching the gentle curve of his smile. He kept a respectful distance, aware that while she exuded strength, there was still a part of her that seemed fragile, as though testing the waters.

“Likewise,” Y/N responded softly, her hands settling at her sides. She resisted the impulse to fidget, letting the moment linger between them. The silence that followed felt almost deliberate, as if it was allowing something unspoken to take root. Franco found himself drawn to the quiet resilience she radiated—a kind of beauty that seemed to unfold with every second he spent in her presence.

y/n’s pov

After a while of simple yet engaging conversation, I found myself feeling more at ease. I shared how I had always been a fan of racing, my voice growing steadier as I spoke. “There’s something thrilling about watching it unfold on screen,” I said, trying to convey my excitement.

Alex leaned in, intrigued. “That’s great to hear! It’s always nice to meet fans who really appreciate the sport.” His enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Franco nodded, a smile on his face. “It definitely takes a lot of dedication to get here. Every race pushes us to prove ourselves.” His sincerity made me feel even more connected to their world.

As the conversation shifted to their plans for the day, Alex described the strategies for securing points in the race, his passion evident. “It’s all about timing and reading the situation,” he explained, and I listened intently, occasionally asking questions to show my genuine interest.

I relished this moment, enjoying the chance to connect with them. For a brief time, the weight of my absence from the limelight felt lighter, and I was just another fan in the room.

Just as they began to delve deeper into the day’s logistics, James cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Time to head back to the paddock area,” he announced. “The pre-race interviews are about to start.”

I felt a twinge of disappointment at the thought of leaving this conversation behind, but I nodded. “Good luck out there. I’ll be cheering for you both,” I said sincerely, glancing at both drivers, though my gaze lingered on Franco a beat longer, as if the words were meant just for him.

As I followed James toward the door, I glanced back over my shoulder, catching Franco’s eye one last time. I offered him a small, lingering smile, hoping to hold onto the quiet connection we had just begun to form, even as we braced ourselves for the chaos of race day.

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F1GOSSIP oh? Is this just franco being his charming self or is something brewing? this is after franco got asked how meeting y/n was. If you have the full clip, please send it in!

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username2 me when y/n announces new music #imdelusional 

username9 no! y/n’s mineeee stay back 🤺🤺🤺

username1 my reaction when i see my leftovers still uneaten in the fridge 

username3 let’s not get carried away chat

username8 they’d lowkey be cute ,no?

username4 here goes mr rizzler

username5 we think y/n giggling at this or not even knowing that he’s basically down bad? 

As I gaze out the window of the paddock suite, my heart thrums with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, waiting for the drivers’ parade to conclude so the race can finally commence. The vibrant colors of the team uniforms blur together in a whirlwind of excitement outside, a stark contrast to the stillness within me. 

I’ve spent so long in hiding—wrapped in the suffocating embrace of identity crises, exhaustion, and a profound sense of disconnection from everything I once held dear. The weight of fame had become unbearable, each flash of a camera a reminder of the lack of privacy I craved. I’d watched as my personal relationships—family, friends—slipped through my fingers, one by one, until I was left with only echoes of laughter in empty rooms.

For the past several months, my life felt like an endless loop of anxiety and depression, a tangled web of emotions that left me feeling isolated and unrecognizable even to myself. The music that once flowed so freely from my soul now felt like a distant memory, a faint whisper drowned out by the noise of my insecurities.

I close my eyes, massaging my temples gently as I let the world around me fade into a soft murmur. The noise of the paddock, the distant roar of engines, and the chatter of eager fans all blend into a soothing backdrop as I focus inward. I think long and hard about what I truly want to do, contemplating the next steps I need to take to reclaim my sense of self and direction.

Images flash through my mind—memories of laughter, music, and the vibrant life I once lived, alongside the shadows of doubt and uncertainty that have lingered for far too long. I sift through these feelings, weighing the burden of expectations against the freedom of possibility. It’s not just about what others want for me; it’s about what I want for myself.

I draw in a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs as I clear my mind of the noise. Slowly, I allow the weight of indecision to lift, replaced by a flicker of clarity. I envision the goals I’ve set aside and the dreams that still ignite a spark within me. With each thought, I feel a renewed sense of determination taking shape.

Finally, I open my eyes again, and the world around me comes back into focus, sharper and more vibrant than before. There’s a newfound sense of purpose coursing through my veins, a conviction that I can chart my own course and embrace the unknown. I sit up a little straighter, feeling invigorated by the possibilities that lie ahead, ready to take the next step with confidence and resolve. With all that said and done, I picked up my phone with an idea in mind.

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yourusername I’ve tried in so many ways to come back, but I always took a U-turn, doubting myself and slipping deeper into a place I never thought I’d find myself in. The past several months have been a struggle—a relentless cycle of exhaustion, anxiety, and moments of profound loneliness. The weight of the spotlight felt more like a shackle than a blessing, and I lost sight of who I am and what brings me joy.

I hope you guys miss me as much as I missed you. It’s hard to be away from the people and things I love, especially when music has been my lifeline. I spent so long in my own head, pushing away friends and family, that I forgot how vital connection is to my soul.

But here I am at a Formula 1 Grand Prix, surrounded by the roar of engines and the thrill of the upcoming race, feeling that spark igniting again. This moment is a powerful reminder of the joy that comes from pursuing what we love. I’m learning to embrace the chaos and take the first steps toward rebuilding my life, piece by piece.

So, this isn’t just a post; it’s a promise. I’m finding my way back to music, to the stage, and to myself. I can’t wait to share new songs with you, but more importantly, I want to reconnect with you all in ways that matter.

Stay tuned, because I’m not just coming back; I’m coming back stronger, and I have so much to share. 

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username1 the scream i just scrumpt and the race hasn’t even started yet!!!

username2 god answered my prayers and i’m not talking about lando world domination!

↳username10 lando we can be world champions i said!! 🧡

username3  lowk just got chills omg

username4 NEW MUSIC COMING ALERT!!!!

username5 it’s too early to be crying 😢

username6 WE MISSED YOU MORE!!

username7 you’re never alone y/n! i’m here 🤗

username8 lowk heartbreaking knowing the reason you left was due to struggles and not because you wanted to go on vacation or something 😔

username9 my queen, im deeply glad to have you back with us 💕

williamsracing ay, i see the williams team! the team will always be here for you y/n, especially when you need motivation and support! 💙💙

↳username5 ok now im sobbing

↳username11 this is deadass too cute 

↳username2 who’s cutting onions?

I shut my phone off and tuck it into my purse, sealing away any connection to the world outside this moment. No more notifications, no more distractions—just me, here. I glance around the paddock, surrounded by a sea of busy engineers, media personnel, and team members, all bustling with excitement as the race is about to begin. The walls of the hospitality suite insulate me from the noise of the crowd outside, but I can still feel the thrum of energy reverberating through the glass.

I shift my focus to the grid on the screen in front of me, watching the drivers as they line up in their spots, engines purring in anticipation. Outside, the Texas sun beats down relentlessly on the Circuit of the Americas, casting long shadows on the track. I can feel the tension building, a nervous buzz in the air as the seconds tick down to lights out.

I take a deep breath, but it’s not because of the race about to unfold. No, this moment is about something much bigger. The relief that comes with turning off my phone is like a release—a tangible sense of freedom I haven’t felt in what seems like forever .And now, watching the cars settle into position, the drivers preparing for the challenge ahead, it feels symbolic—like I’m waiting for my own race to begin.

The engines rev louder, vibrating through the floor beneath me, and I exhale slowly. The lights above the starting line flash red, one by one. My heart pounds in time with the countdown, but this time, it’s not out of fear or anxiety. It’s out of anticipation. I’m ready. As the lights blink off and the cars roar forward, I feel it—this is the start of something new, not just for them, but for me too. My own restart, right here, right now.

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miles g morales ★ general headcanons

warnings: sort of angsty, mentions of his dad's death, money being tight and such 😞

a/n: hi my little piranhas im feeding you today say AHHHHHHHH.... all my random non-relationship miles g thoughts dumped into one! he has 6 lines but less is more right 😁 im okay i promi

Let me just geek out about his non-existent gear functions for a moment 😞 Miles is all about little modifications and improvement so when he messes around with his uncle's gear he decides to make some adjustments to the design and also the functionality. Has his own spin to all of his gear cause a part of him really wants to be like the superheroes he sees in comics with their own sort of persona. But of course it has to be functional so...!

All of his gear is coordinated and he has a mode where he can turn off all the lights for stealth and such! The lights are actually off most of the time but he puts them on to show off mostly or make himself known when he's bored of waiting.

A really cool function would be if he could redirect or offset his lights so when he's fighting in complete darkness he can easily confuse his enemies. Tends to scope out places and mess around with the power supplies — uses the occasional smoke bomb too. He's in his element in dark, maze-like places, which essentially makes Brooklyn his concrete playground.

Scarily good at lockpicking. Has broken into his own house multiple times from forgetting his keys. He can open most doors with simple tools and disable electronic locks with a little work.

Can I just mention his shoes as well... they're like the jumpy shoes from Subway Surfers you can't prove me wrong until the next movie comes out like— Okay no but seriously I imagine he can stick to surfaces and things and maybe they can propell him upwards? You see those glowing lights idk figure it out 😞

Also somebody (I have no idea who but here's the link to the original post) had a headcanon that he'd have a high auditory intelligence, so for a while, he spends time developing a voice modulator. He likely has one anyway to keep his identity a secret, but what he really wants to do is is create a device that can replicate other people's voices.

Because he's good with sound and physics he makes it work in no less than a few weeks. The first voice he tries is his uncle's and he says a bunch of dumbass stuff. (Aaron is a little annoyed but more proud of his nephew than anything.) Eventually it gets to the point where he can calibrate it with a couple clicks since he has such a good ear for frequencies and the like that deceiving villains is no trouble at all.

I think Aaron and Miles would still have that cool uncle and nephew relationship but its also a mentor and student one. While Miles is good at the tech stuff I think he's a pretty lousy fighter at the beginning and Aaron has to teach him a LOT.

Uncle Aaron probably used to fight for sport back in the day (boxing mayhaps? 😁) so a lot of Miles' technique stems from MMA due to its versatility (anything hand-to-hand at least.) Even then, most of the problem is being able to think quick and act quicker, so Miles goes through lots of practical training (so he's being chased by the Sinister Six from day one 😭) It's well worth it though because without the Spider-powers he has a lot of catching up to do.

While training with Aaron he's exposed to a lot of his old records and develops a taste for jazz. He comes to associate certain manoeuvres with the way the music goes, so he tends to hum to himself while casually knocking the wind out of people. His uncle finds it just a little creepy, but again, he's glad to see Miles coming along.

In fact, Aaron is relieved. His nephew had been reserved and was pretty much holed up in his own room for weeks after his dad passed. Of course the passing of Jefferson was hard on Aaron, but Miles has it even harder. Eventually, they decide to paint the mural together, and Miles lets Aaron know what's on his mind. He's always been close to his uncle but especially then spending time roaming the streets, painting, boxing and listening to old records was his lifeline.

Miles figures out his uncle is the Prowler before Aaron even lets him in on it. After seeing how determined his nephew his is, that's when it all started.

But with everything going on in his vigilante life, his normal life is something he has has to be careful not to fall behind on. At the age where college applications are coming up, Miles is driven to the bone with school, despite not actually being there half the time. Still, he's somehow averaging As and the occasional B, easily the top of his class in AP Physics and Calc.

He doesn't try to talk to people in school like he might've before, but he's not antisocial by any means (sometimes his bluntness is mistaken for talking back though 💀)

He's also the type of dude to do homework as soon as the teacher hands it out, because he knows he will not have time later (and to avoid all the night-before crises of freshman year.)

Rio is being pulled thin too, always covering shifts for her colleagues at the hospital just so she can have a little extra pay. She's been saving for Miles' birthday since his last one, always checks his clothes for holes or if they still fit, and makes sure there's something in the microwave if she can't be there for dinner. Rio makes sure he always has everything he needs, even while paying bills and rent. They're not struggling too much, but it's not like they can do whatever they want.

Despite that, they're managing; what she doesn't know is that the sigh of relief she breathes every month is because of him. Miles always makes sure to take care of his belongings, put in any cash he makes from his "part time job" into her account, just doing whatever he can to help. Also, he's become more and more protective of his mom, and he always takes the opportunity to do errands for her, especially when it's getting dark outside.

Miles is actually more paranoid than her when it comes to saving. Even when it's winter, and she tells him to turn on the heating whenever, you best believe he's throwing on his jacket in his own room and firming the cold. It's entirely unnecessary of course, but he can't shake the guilt when he feels the only reason his mom works so hard is because of him. They've moved twice already and there's no way they're moving again, so if the landlord gives them trouble he'll just give them hell (let's just hope it won't come to that.)

Miles learnt how to treat his own injuries from Rio. She taught him basic first aid at the very least, and on a couple of occasions he's tried to learn things himself with the clunky old first aid kit at home. Rio never asks why the stitch on one of their pillows is done with dental floss, and looks strangely like that of a suture (a very bad one at that.)

His Spanish also improved a lot too. After his dad's passing, he met a lot of relatives from his mom's side that he doesn't remember ever seeing before, but it encourages him to learn how to speak better. Long gone are the days of silently observing family drama over the phone — he has to keep up now, and he'll defend his mom cada día de la semana (even if she's somewhat embarrassed by it.) Essentially he's at that level of fluency where he can be rude without being rude 😭 (just saying some of the things his relatives say are NOT helpful.)

With all of this going on in his life, it's no surprise that sleep doesn't come easy. Or maybe it is, considering how much he works his body. Either way, he's left staring at the ceiling or curled up on his side most nights, the untouched toys and collectibles in his room to keep him company. Miles used to sleep at 8pm on the dot and wake up at 6; that was when things were good, and he didn't have his whole universe on his shoulders. All his bed is now is a place to collapse, and close his eyes until it's light outside. Most days, he's exhausted — bone-tired — but the most he gets is a light, forced, uncomfortable sleep. It's one in which he wakes up more tired than he was the night before, but he presses on, getting exercise in during the morning and trying to make breakfast for his mom because he knows a slice of toast is the most she'd bother to have.

And despite all that's changed since his dad has passed, Miles is still a kid. He has a thousand pictures from the time he went to Comic-con, a sketchbook full of drawings he never finishes, meticulously-organised playlists, college applications — all in the midst of a city that's falling apart at the seams as much as he is.

But he's okay, for now. As much as he can be.

"Keep your head up, son."

It's what his dad would've wanted, at the very least.

@phoenixinthefiles @qiupachups

hey 😊 "where's ain't no love part thre—" (GLASS SHATTERING NOISE) (CAT MRYEOWING) (BABY CRYING) (POLICE SIRENS) (WEE WOO WEE WOO)

forget miles IM being pulled thin ... half of this may or may not be projection... schrödingers headcanons anyone 😞 anyways ive been like busy. so . SOON! (lying in 4K)

reblogs appreciated!!! 😘 FIND MY MASTERLIST HERE and urrrr my 42 x reader headcanons here if you're interested ?

[ingydarwp]

im soo bored im just gonna ask random questions or whatever ok so!! where did u get ur ideas for all ur main ocs ?! i remember u said gracie is an ode to ur childhood best friend (i think.. correct me if im wrong) but do iz, tiger, jackie, matty, cat or pixie (forgive me if im forgetting anyone pls) have special backstories or was it like “oh i like this fc lemme come up w something!”?

gracie is indeed inspired by my childhood friend!! shoutout to naomi, who unknowingly prompted the creation of my OC…

isabell is old, so i forget the specifics but i wrote a fanfic before DS on a different account that was mainly about natasha and a kid, but had a bucky side plot, and it made me realise how much i liked writing bucky. + i’d been wanting to use isabelle fuhrmann as a fc since before i’d even started writing.

cat is also a little blurry to me. i was big into leon the professional around the time her concept came to me, and her original face claim was mathilda from that movie, so i think that was what inspired me?? i also just loved matt murdock in general so i felt like i had to write a child OC for him. i’ve been a daredevil fan since 2021 :0

tiger had many many forms before she became who she is now!! i knew immediately when i started watching twd that i wanted an OC for it, and so a bunch of different concepts followed. the early stages of tiger were much less rude but very, very talkative, and she was written in first person for a while!! my favourite fact about the tiger prototypes was that her “thing” was originally rollerskating. she lived on the highway rather than in the forest adjacent and got away from walkers by zooming around on skates. however, as she became progressively more aggressive and tiger-ish, i figured that putting her on skates would be too much of a threat, so i gave her a dog instead.

jackie popped into my head randomly after i thought i’d finished designing tiger’s character. she was originally called frankie, and a lot more like older tiger, but i switched her up a bit once i’d figured out her plotline. she was also originally hailee steinfeld!! i only chose sophie nelisse after originally planning to use her for something different, but when i was going through a scp, i saw that her character in that movie had a pet called boots, so i changed my mind and went with what fate decided instead.

matty isn’t super thrilling. he doesn’t have much of a backstory as a character, except that i wanted to use this dude from yellowstone as a face claim, and then i didn’t even keep that fc 😭. however, his main thing is that he’s inspired by my younger brother, who i love more than anyone else in the world.

pixie mention!! pixie was made bc my friend ellie (@ellielovesstars) was creating a tua OC at the time, and i wanted us to be matching. og pixie was called sasha and had a different fc, but then got revamped when tua s4 came out, and then promptly abandoned…

sorrow, my newest fully developed OC, was inspired by castiel!! i liked his odd, not quite human sort of existence, and how he missed all these social cues and stood too close to people and was still trying to work out the world, and i wanted an OC that he could feel connected to. i also really liked the idea of bird people, i do not know why, and there’s a lot of magpies in my back garden, so sorrow became a magpie because of that. shes also named after a magpie nursery rhyme, which begins with “one for sorrow”, so it felt fitting :))

[jmagnabo92]

Kinky firstprince, sub Alex with whatever setting and prompt you yourself choose ♡

Hope you like it! This got a little long for a ficlet and smutty.

***

It's not often that they play with their dynamics on display out in the open, especially not at random events they are required to attend, but with the reminder of the emails all over the internet and the papers on the anniversary of that terrible event and being forced to attend a boring conference for his mother despite the fact that he quite literally wants to be anywhere else and hasn’t seen Henry in a week despite edging from afar, he can't help it. 

He's half sure that no one will notice the bracelets that match the collar Henry gave him on their second anniversary, but he's also kind of hoping someone notices.  The display of Henry wanting to lay claim to him settles him in a way that only actually being with Henry can settle him.

So, he wears his suit, and his bracelets and he plays along with the whole trying to make his mom look good thing. People ask inappropriate questions because of the articles on the emails due to the anniversary of the event and he has to pretend that he doesn’t care that people are ballsy enough to do this to him all while wishing Henry was there.

He gets a brief reprieve and pulls out his phone.

A faux pas but he doesn’t care.  He doesn’t want to be here.

im dying hen, need you.

We'll see each other soon, my love.

Not soon enough.

Someone a little on edge?  Perhaps you should turn on my favourite toy, hm?

Alex shifts, nervously.  Looking around to make sure he's not noticed. 

You want me to turn the toy on here at the conference?

I thought you were being a good boy, no?  Good boys do as they're told.

Alex loves being good for Henry.  Needs it more than anything sometimes.

Good boys arent usually edged for days without their love and standing in the middle of an international conference where he can easily start an international incident.  Your good boy got lucky with the cake and acceptance with our emails, not sure a third one will be just as lucky.

The more you argue, the less likely you are to get lucky tonight.

Alex swallows.  He's been good.  He deserves it, he knows he does. 

He also knows that this is a hint that he might be seeing Henry soon.

He switches apps and starts the toy.  It a low buzz against him.  It's not enough to make it painfully obvious, but enough that he won't forget it's existence and will be thinking about it all night long.  Wishing he could feel it jacked up high while he sucks Henry off and begs to get off. 

Henry will stand him up, turn him towards some mirror and jerk him off while whispering about how Alex is such a good boy for him…

And now he's going to have a little problem focusing for the rest of the night.

His phone chimes.

That’s my good boy.

He flushes.  How could Henry have known?  Was he so predictable?  Did Henry somehow have a spy in the room?

howd you know?

You're always my good boy, aren't you?

Always.

Alex is then distracted by some dignitary he's supposed to be talking up his mom to and tries to focus on his first son duties.  Ignoring his phone and the light buzzing in his ass.

It isn't easy but he muddles through.  Trying to be a good boy and hoping that he doesn’t have an accident.  

Finally, when the event starts to wind down, he checks his phone again and sees a message from Henry.

Should be about time to head to your room, no?  Why don’t you speed up my favourite toy and take the back elevator of the event to your room?

Yes, Sir.

He's feeling a bit cheeky and horny and needs - needs - to get lucky tonight and he's relieved that Henry's clearly going to call him the second that he's in his room.  Hopefully he's been good enough to get off tonight.

The elevator is ready and waiting for him, and he barely notices anything out of the ordinary until he gets inside, which is when he spots Henry.  "There's my good boy."

Henry invites him into his arms, which Alex gladly accepts.  He missed him something fierce.  

Alex kisses him passionately.  Grateful to be alone with him and eager to find his room. Part of him wants to ask questions, but the other part doesn’t care because Henry is here with him and beautiful dick is ready and willing to have Alex suck it.

In fact, he's willing and eager to do it right here in elevator.

He begins to sink to his knees and a chuckle and Henry's hands stops him.  "Ah ah ah, not quite what I had in mind, love.  It's too quick of a ride."

Alex whines, especially when Henry turns him around so he's facing the doors and teases at his clothed dick. "However, I would be amendable to teasing you for the duration of the ride."

Alex whines, again.  Henry suggests it like he has a choice but they both know that if he’s wearing the collar or bracelets that unless he calls out Austin, he's ready and willing.  

Henry hums as he moves his lips to suck on Alex's exposed neck, above his tie which will be obvious tomorrow while his hands undo his pants.  One hand on his hip with the other sliding easily over his dick as he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

"Commando tonight, Alex?" Henry asks as he starts to stroke him.

Alex hums.  "Yes, Baby.  I was feeling rather…"

"Slutty?"

He flushes.  "Yes, Sir but only for you."

Henry hums, pleased.  "Good boy."

The ride is long and short at the same time.  Henry revels in teasing him, making him want while knowing that at any moment the doors will own and he has to make it halfway down the hall without his hard on or flushed face being noticed.

The elevator dings.

Henry quickly covers him button his pants back up when they reach his floor.  He takes the lead as he laces his hand with Alex's and goes right to Alex's room.  

They nod at the security and are inside within moments.  

"Strip for me, love."

Alex doesn’t hesitate to get naked, noting that Henry doesn’t do the same.  The only things he leaves on are his bracelets and necklace with Henry's ring and key to his ma's house in Austin.

Instead, he stands before him watching with a keen eye. The look on his eye suggesting he quite enjoys the view.  

"Get on the bed, on your knees."

Alex moves into position, facing Henry, hands on his thighs, dick hard against his stomach, the buzzing of the toy causing him to leak.

Henry moves in front of him.  He runs a hand down Alex's bare chest.  "I've missed my good boy, so pretty, so pliant, and so willing to bend to my will.  I have something for you."

He doesn’t wait for a response, moving to his bag and withdrawing the case for Alex's collar.  Henry keeps it with him, another way to show his control.  Alex keeps the bracelets for subtly, but Henry keeps the more blatant object to declare his control.

His desire must show on his fade because Henry chuckles, "Missed it, have you?"

"Yes, baby."

Henry puts it on him, shifting his necklace so that the collar is snug, and his necklace isn't in the way, spread out outside the collar.

"Perfect, as always, love."

"Thanks, baby."

He gives him a kiss and then pulls him slightly forward so that he can reach behind him and turn it up.  

Alex moans and whines as Henry's hands then move to his front.  Trailing from his shoulders, down his abs, and skirting his leaking dick to run his hands over Alex's thighs.

"You’ve been a very good boy for me, haven't you, love?"

"Yes, Sir," Alex chokes through a moan.  

"I suppose I should reward you," he says, handing Alex some lube.  "Go on, wank for me."

Alex swallows hard.  He's not sure if this is Henry being difficult or not despite the number of good boys he’s gotten because it’s one thing to wank to his command over the phone, but he really wanted Henry’s hands on him.

Clearly that’s obvious, because Henry moves around him and kneels behind him still clothed.  His hands run down Alex’s and guides him to get the lube into his right hand.

He takes Alex’s left hand and moves it to his balls before moving his own hand to his waist.  Then he moves Alex’s right hand to his dick, but doesn’t move his own hand, even as Alex begins to jerk off.  

“Don’t worry love, you’ll still get to suck my dick, I just thought you deserved to come first.”

Alex lets out a soft sigh that quickly turns to a moan as Henry dictates the pace of his jerking off.

He kisses Alex’s neck and whispers, “So good, love, so good.  Don’t hold back.  You’ve earned it.”

The permission feels so good after so long and he comes quite quickly.  He sees stars and slumps against Henry, who whispers, “That’s my good boy,” as Alex relaxes into a slight sleep.

***

He wakes to the feeling of Henry running his hands up and down his chest.  “How long?”

“Few minutes.”

Alex hums as he sits up properly so Henry can move out from behind him.

“Still up to play?”

“With you?  Always.”

“Good, then let’s play, pet.”

[candyrain-collective]

hi, my name's lila. i'm the "i want to go missing" alter.

some of you may relate to this phenomenon. i talked to a few people who did. the urge to drop everything you have in your life and run, the urge to forget about everything in your past and start anew...

i think it's really understandable, especially for people with complex dissociative disorders, to have an entire alter dedicated to the feeling. after all, there's so much baggage that we have to live with every second of our lives. there's so much i wish i could just burn away from the patchwork tapestry that is my life, but i feel like even if i burn away parts of it, the tatters that remain are still going to be singed and ugly.

so it feels so much easier to just burn it all and start over.

i know the internet has popularized the fantasy of running away from a boring city life with responsibilities to live on a farm with chickens in the middle of nowhere, so i think this isn't an uncommon sentiment, but...i do want to take a moment to talk about how the desire to drop everything and run can appeal to cdd systems particularly.

a lot of us feel like we were built wrong. like something in our life corrupted us, like we are irreparably broken, like somewhere along the line there was a huge mistake and now we're not allowed to turn back. and we just have to keep living and living with that perpetual sense of wrongness, of being some kind of mistake.

so the temptation to start over fresh feels good. like a chance to build something better over a clean slate.

i think somewhere in here is an obsession with purity, like if we just started over we would do it right this time, that we don't have to drag our dead corpses around all the time if we were just better. better children, better students, better friends, better people. or even better yet - if we didn't exist at all, we wouldn't have to suffer anything, and we wouldn't do anything wrong. there isn't any opportunity to fail if there isn't any opportunity.

...but i think it's important to remember a couple things. for myself, anyway, i don't know how much this can apply to you all - but i need to remind myself that running away would make things ten times harder. that it's not as easy as i think to drop everything and walk into the ocean, that i can still find happiness in the life i currently have.

sometimes walking away is for you. sometimes it isn't. i know it isn't for me. because now, despite everything that has hurt us in our life, despite all the scars we carry...we have people who love us, a safe home to come back to, and a plan to get better. what we have going on may not seem like enough in the moment...but we can build on what's already there to get better.

i'm not a lost cause. im worth the time and effort it takes to heal.

my tapestry may be burned and tattered and damaged, but it's still mine. and there are lovely scenes and colors on it i would hate to burn away. the time and effort i spend into restoring and continuing to weave it is worth it. and one day, ill be able to look back on it, and be proud of what i've created.

...so for now, instead of running away into a bog somewhere, i'll just go back to working on my silly little spreadsheets for our silly little office job.

[kalisseo]

Joanfk?

I know who you are im gonna get you.

anyway, SIGHHHH joanfk there's a lot to unpack here.

okay so I want to start with I was a joanfk shipper when i first watched s1. yeah.

well i wasn't an avid fan like with tophabe it was more like Oh yeah they're cute! I liked the scene of jfk telling Joan he liked her for who she was

but eh that's like, bare minimum for a relationship

I think they have something fun to offer, jock x goth, popular x unpopular

buttttt S2 ruined them, sorry I don't know how the common opinion was that they were the only good thing like NO they were the WORST thing or one of the worst

also s2 made me hateee jfk I kinda get to like him more in s3 but joanfk in s3 doesn't exist so yeah

anyway, overall i just think that they just, idk they simply don't work, Joan craves more deep connection (in my opinion) and well yeahhh jfk loves her i guess, but he's dumb, and he doesn't care about deep things or whatever, and he doesn't seem to be like, actually supportive in her interests well they just, kiss and have sex and that's it that's the chemistry

alsoo joan wasn't the best either, she wanted jfk to change and seemed to like him way more in spring break when he was smart 😭😭😭 she was desperate to keep him like that, and well she even said it she was just attracted to him she didn't say she was in love in sexy ed

imo she just got with him because she wanted to forget abe, but there wasn't much in common other than they thought the other one was hot too, and jfk eh he gets with any girl

and they're not exactly what I like in a ship not even in s1 so personally that makes me like them less

and they're not even fun to watch imo, they're boring and even uncomfortable sometimes (yes i know clone high had sex jokes since s1 i just think joanfk made them more frequent)

they could've been great, or at least okay i think if they worked on giving them actual chemistry

and even though joan wanted to change him once or whatever she seemed like happy idk how to say it i mean they do seem to be in love I guess in a way which makes it more annoying to me like joan get out please

anyway that's all whatever i like to explore joanfk as worst couple ever tbh but not as actually romantic or cute, I do still find some fan arts cute, I think some people's interpretation on it are way better than the show but this is show wise

so yeah they had an opportunity i guess, but they're horrible to me and i hate them

[pleucas]

this is said with no malice towards you i love your art!! i like you!!

also not capitalizing chuuya's name even tho i have better humor than this

this is going to be loooong but i never read a more stupid ask….

i don’t hate skk bcs i use my brain and see that they’re actually good and a fun ship when someone isn’t ruining it. what i hate is most skkers being unfunny towards Dazai and the continuous mischaracterization of him just to make chuuya look better (mostly chuuya stans but also dumb Dazai stans are guilty of it)

and no Dazai isn’t the worst and chuuya doesn’t deserve better in fact i think yall can’t handle a person with mental illness and a fake persona he clearly put on people always demonize him so i think saying he’s the worst and chuuya isn’t proves my point. they both EQUALLY did the same bad things Dazai isn’t more toxic than chuuya it’s more like Dazai is the one who’s going back to a toxic ex (mind u chuuya was ready to hurt or maybe even kill some of the ada members people Dazai obviously cares for)

the skk hater? who loves chuuya and hate Dazai because they know chuuya’s character will never be as important or as impactful on bsd universe as Dazai’s noted.

if you love chuuya and hate Dazai your opinion about Dazai is immediately invalid like i think they just know no bsd character can be better written and more interesting than Dazai he's what keeping bsd good (and Fyodor i liked him in the last chapters even more)

imo if chuuya keeps appearing he'll just get boring🤷‍♀️ because most of his storyline is over

Dazai on the other hand always entertaining and deep and there’s a reason he’s involved in everything and never forget everything he did for chuuya stormbringer would be nothing without Dazai helping chuuya from the shadows and chuuya knows it but i guess people will still makes him the bad person in skk when he’s the one trying to change and be better person

also Dazai is someone who’s storyline is still on going as well as we know almost nothing about his past or what actually goes on in his brain i can say three things about his backstory and that’s it.

sorry for rumbling i can’t take that level of stupidity

pls don’t block me im not evil…..

holy shit we got cross-ask beef. this is insane

i'm gonna lowercase Both their names because i think this is the reasonable next step. LOL. & i'll also ramble a bit to match ur freak!

i will strive to clarify that me agreeing that dz=worst chuuya deserves better was, as i specified, "on a generalized scale" — on a very, very, VERY surface level this is a jokey way i've seen a lot of skkers talk about their relationship. more of an inside joke atp ig? idk. srry if that wasnt clear

but i do think it's valid to dislike a ship because you don't like one half of it. i totally get how dz's character can piss ppl off, esp if ure missing lns and mangas (which rimu wasn't, but they watched the anime first so the precedent was set). i found the first part of their thesis to be pretty funny actually, just (again) taking it at face-value.

it's also understandable that they try and dissect dz then miss the mark by a mile LOL. but again, can't be blamed if you hate the guy and thus don't read into him too much, which i think is a reasonable way to consume media... probably more reasonable than me. hence why i didn't respond with my own thesis paper. overall idk man it's not that deep, i've been having fun with rimu and i'd advise y'all to also be silly w/ ur Budgeted RPF Dead Author Yaoi, it'll make things a lot better

abt what you've said, i think dz and chuuya can't exist as true characters w/o each other, unless you fundamentally change their truth. a lot of their good & bad (& inbetween) sides are exposed through their relationship, which i believe is asgr's very interesting way of employing "show-don't-tell." i don't think chuuya's storyline is over, because dazai's isn't, and vice versa. this doesn't mean i don't think they have their own arcs, just that these arcs Must involve the other — if dz's main conflict is good/bad + the mafia, chuuya is his biggest amiable tie to it, and if chuuya's conflict is his self + power, dz must be there for corruption. there's more to say there, but again i don't want to feed rimu's claims of us all being dormant essayists LOL

we got dz glazer and rimu, D1 dz hater. and cheese anon.

[existential-life-crisis]

☆ Get to know me :) (updated)☆

Hi! A bit of info to start with: I'm a minor; a lesbian; and a cis girl (she/her).

Ethnicity and language

I live in England and currently only speak English fluently however I am currently studying both French and German! (German is definitely my favourite of the 2)

Subjects and Interests

My favourite subjects are Maths and Classical Civilisation but I enjoy most subjects. (Lessons can still suck tho bc dam some teachers can be boring)

I enjoy drawing, playing games, reading (books and fics), listening to music and watching youtube.

Video games

I have a few favourite games at the minute:

• Hades

• Horizon: Zero Dawn and Forbidden West

• Genshin Impact

Finished games I still love:

• Astro Bot (its a vr game abt a little robot)

• Spiderman PS4

• Spiderman PS5 Miles Morales

• Portal 1 and 2 ♡♡♡

I am also 100% a completionist so if I finish a game I probably have 100% on it.

Reading

My fav books are everything Rick Riordan but i plan to read some other stuff as well soon.

My fav characters from the main series are Nico, Leo, Frank and Lester/Apollo but I do love pretty much all of the main cast. I haven't read Magnus Chase or Kane Chronicles since I was a kid so I'm gonna reread those before deciding favourites but I think they were Alex and Carter. Also, in love with all of the side characters even if they are 90% hc.

My fav canon ships/friendships are

• solangelo (Will x Nico)

• percabeth (Percy x Annabeth)

• frazel (Frank x Hazel) (But I do hc that either Frank was younger or Hazel was older bc the age gap was a bit strange in canon, being 13 and 16. Its a bit inconsistent , as all ages are in PJO, but if time works normally Hazel should be 14 and therefore definitely older than Nico too but thats a topic for another time)

• shelper (or shipper as I like to call them) (Shel x Piper)

• Lost trio (platonic)

• PJO trio (platonic) (Grover my baby, why must they always forget you)

• Lester and Meg (I dont think i have to say this but platonic) (please say I don't have to say that. No one ships that right)

• Reyna and Thalia (platonic) (omg let aroace characters exist in peace) (no hate if u ship it but my gods)

Fanon ships/friendships

• Valgrace (Leo x Jason) (but aroace Leo is still amazing)

• Pollen (Apollo x Darren) (Is this entirely about Dear Reader by wrongcaitlyn? Yes. Do I care? Nope. Am I insanly invested in their relationship? Oh absolutely.)

• Nico and Leo (platonic) (This had no reason to not be canon and had every reason to be and I will never forgive Rick for this until he fixes it)

• Frank and Leo (platonic) (I swear every book they would fix their relationship and then as soonas the next one starts they would hate each other again)

• Nico and evey side character ever (platonic) (especially year round campers) (bc hes genuinely just a nice guy)

• Will and Clarrise (platonic) (this is kinda canon but all we really know is that he can calm her down)

Feel free to ask for fic recs if u want them.

Music

My fav music artist is 'Grandson'. (He writes rock/alternative/indie/rap (?) music often about political/social/personal issues.)

But I listen to tons of other kinds of music too from metal to pop to instrumentals by a ton of different artists:

• Måneskin (italian rock band)

• Polyphia (instumental, primarily guitar, math rock)

• Chappell Roan (yk who that is)

• Chase Atlantic (u have probably heard at least 1 of their songs, pop/alternative/indie/r&b)

• Dutch Melrose (alternative/indie/pop)

• Mother Mother (yk who that is right?)

• Eminem (right?)

• MSI (punk/alternative/rock)

And a whole lot more

I also play guitar (acoustic and electic).

TV

Loveeee Spiderman: Into and Across the spider verse.

My fav characters are Miles, Hobie, Pavitr, Spidernoir and Gwen but I love all of them.

Shows:

• Avatar the Last Airbender

• The Legend of Korra

• Batman: the animated series

• Voltron :)

Beliefs

Im an atheist but I support people of all religions. I support Palestine. I am left liberal (again I'm British so keep that in mind, I know nothing abt US politics besides the basic/well known stuff). I believe in equal rights for all groups and am open to other ideas and perspectives.

If you cant respect that then please get of my page. You don't have to agree with me but you do have to respect me and others.

Thats all for now.

Byeee ♡♡♡

[thecommunalfoolboy]

What your favorite Lupin The Third Character says about you

When people make these they always just say nice things and traits of the character and it’s dumb so here’s me being right

Anyway my reputation for misogyny is legendary

Ok this largely depends on if you like edgy Jigen or goofy ah Jigen but

You desperately need to stop getting into arguments online, both in general and on whether Jigen is deep and emo or a silly guy

Gay Gay homosexual gay 🫵

You took one look at him and Lupin and said “Damn these bitches gay!” In a half joking way but the show itself proved you right in 10 seconds

Lol emo

Ok but actually seek psychiatric care

You either write porn about him in your head or you’re extremely asexual

There’s something weird going on with your gender but that’s kinda true if you watch this show in general

You’re too broke to get that next piercing don’t do it

You’re either as devastated about them whitewashing our boy as I am or you should be

Hey remember they whitewashed Goemon too you should be equally as mad about that

You head canon he speaks Spanish

Go to bed

He’s a nice man

Seek help brother

You play with jpegs like dolls

Beneath your eyes is a deep dark hole of information on this show’s lore

You also hate him so much and you want to see him die painfully <3

You want that twink OBLITERATED

You should really raise the price on your art it is so much better than you think it is

Some of you have only seen the first and it shows

“Brother,,,,, help me,,,,,,”

“Long live the king……”

Lol you thought I’m not letting you off that easy you’re deeply traumatized You’ve never felt safe in your life and the most inner hurt part of you desperately needed an adult to help you at a time in your life when you should’ve been worried about learning your times tables not whether you’d survive another day and one of the reasons you’re drawn to characters like this and collect fictional fathers is because you see a glowing smile and an infallible hero who could’ve saved you when you needed it the most

Or you’re Japanese native but like

Autism 👿

Woah dude are you like… autistic???

Stop looking at his tits

A small but significant subsection of you people are just racist and cannot be normal about Japan

If someone asked your thoughts on him you’d just be like :)))) the silly

You have way too many screenshots of him looking weird in the background

You def hate part 5 and twcfm

Whenever tms forgets he exists for a while you still watch it but you look like a wet kitten

You’re def short

You need to stop coping and accept it he looked fully insane in part 3 the hair is so so bad

You’re probably transmasc

I just wanna say I’m so sorry

She’s an ugly bitch there I said it

STROP BEING HORNY

You’re probably a girl

And definitely bi

Y’all probably know the least about the show as a whole

Good for you!! You actually touch grass

Or again you’re in the racist subgroup

The titles for each character confuse you but you only realized this one’s Fujiko because either I just said it or you saw the “stop being horny” and knew

You probably have insanely hot takes on the show

They did your girl dirty im so sorry

You’d die on the hill of whichever of her hair colors you think is best but at least you’re dead

I’m scared of you

Hey you should watch the first if you haven’t already

Zemigamna 🥺

You cry every time someone says Yata was boring and didn’t need to be in the show

Miyazaki studio gibli ass 🫵

Please you still have time left you can get out before you become obsessed you’re not in too deep yet RUN RUN SAVE YOURSEL

Or this show is all you have left and it’s infinitely too late for you no in between

Again probably a girl

You’re definitely not normal about fujiko either

You hate that one movie where he’s a dick with a burning passion and you would write 20 page essays on it

If you’re obsessed with him you probably have a chronic illness (same bestie) or major physical disability

Anyway if I fully clocked you let me know I think it’s funny to see you guys suffer

[kozykricket]

so recently i tried calamity mod out, and... ive gotta say, i respect it for existing, but it definitely hones in on mostly the bosses and. well, i appreciate terraria for more than just the bosses. if you asked me when i first played terraria, i'd have said yeah the boss fights are the best part definitely, and i want more of that but... as ive grown, and as the game has grown -- and as i have thought more about what makes me like games, and as terraria has felt more complete than ever with 1.4 and such ...well, ill just say i know that what makes me love terraria is Everything that it is, and... i think calamity doesn't really go into expanding on everything. it feels like it kinda wants me to rush past a lot of vanilla things, but... taking my time earlygame is something i kinda appreciate. i know a lot of people shit on terraria for it being Grindy and RNG as hell for certain things, but am i crazy for believing that thats part of the charm? the exploration feels like... the same sense of doing a run in a roguelike. you arent always gonna find what you want, but its still... exciting! to find things! i know i have a few posts worth of "what i disagree with in terms of how calamity mod designs itself" but im just going to focus on how it ... tiktokifies terraria? in this post like, okay. from least egregious to most egregious, calamity:

Reduces the respawn time

Increases base mining speed

Increases base movement speed and capabilities

Gives a starter bag with tons of really nice early game goodies (why? thats just skipping like. 10 minutes of fun for no reason?)

Puts a giant structure above spawn with free planter boxes and all the herb seeds in a chest (also, you can just farm blood moons for making any potion. with blood orbs. oh no its post skeletron that certainly makes a huge difference) (I really don't get why people use alchemistnpc when calamity makes it insanely easy to get potions on its own)

Lets you craft a lot of accessories, from radars to blizzards in bottles.

Makes boss summons repeatably useable* (and notably, their FIRST boss has a bag within a bag, that gives you tons of fishing related items, without having to engage with the angler, so i guess forget the fishing gameplay loop. idc if you think its boring, because i do too. its still just completely moving the gameplay over to fighting a boss which is weird)

so overall i can tell calamity like, wants you to get moving to the later stuff. i get that; it has a LONG progression, and ... they rightfully want to get you moved towards the stuff that they've put the most effort into: the bosses. which i will admit are really fun and really cool, and *i actually do understand why they make boss summons re-usable in calamity, because of the increased difficulty of bosses.* plus theres still the fact you're gonna end up having to make new potions for every new attempt... at least, every retry when you're at the stage where you cant just sweep the floor with the boss. but uhm, that goes to my point on potions being pisseasy. its fine that theres free herb seeds, im fine with that really, because its not like they're that hard to get. you can get all the herb seeds in herb bags in the first 10 minutes. or just by exploring. it just really feels like ... it ADDS to the list of small but subtle little things where calamity hands me things that id normally go adventuring for. like what even is there left for me to adventure for wtf... i was thinking oh i'd really like a blizzard in a bottle and ice boomerang, but instead of needing to explore and spelunk for chests (which is EASY anyways in calamity with the increased mining speed and free spelunker potions) they just ... let me craft both of those?? using just some BLOCKS from the snow biome?? why. do you want me to engage with *anything* that isnt killing stuff, game?? and yknow the increased mining speed is cool, hell even FTW in vanilla does that, but it feels like even less reason to use mining potions and ... less incentive to go on a fun journey for the ancient chisel through the unique challenge of the underground desert. again, yes, its something that can be quite fast in vanilla. you can get hermes boots really easily if you're lucky, and so i understand..?? why people would want to just be able to craft hermes boots; to be able to have a consistent way to get them, instead of going on that gold-chest-gamble. but like... i like that part of the game! i like the early game finding of stuff. and hell sometimes later in the game ill decide hm i wanna go get this early game thing i never got because its for a crafting tree for this big accessory im making. but in calamity its just "ah dw you have all the materials for it now anyways" heck even FISHING is like. yknow, as i said, easier in calamity due to the desert scourge dropping potions for it and such, and its an alternative way to get stuff like a cloud in a bottle or an aglet, or even something like feral claws. so its something easier by calamity, but its also meaningless because you can craft so many things you'd normally either adventure or fish for so all in all, i understand that some people just wanna play terraria for the boss fights, and they dont really care too much for the interludes of roguelike-vibes-exploration between the bosses where you go on RNG hunts and take some time preparing via fishing, but. well i appreciate them darnit oh also its really funny calamity just, makes the magic mirror faster. like. is that even necessary. the base movement speed increase i think is weird when food buffs and stuff like magiluminesence exists. or yknow, boots. especially considering you can just craft the boots. if they want to make sure the player just inherently has more to work off of, then. i dunno, buff the swiftness potion? make a new potion? or make a new accessory? and ive heard they nerf a lot of vanilla things despite the fact that they dont even compete that hard with the calamity stuff. so... yeah, calamity makes some weird decisions. but also, i don't hate the mod for existing; in fact, im glad it exists. its an entirely different experience and yknow what? its valid for it to exist, and it... helps keep the people who want a game like calamity ... content, yknow? keeps them happy.

[crystal-cliffs]

Arlecchino’s story quest was a solid 8/10 for me

However there’s still one thing I’m not sure about, spoilers beyond this point.

The fight between Arlecchino and the siblings isn’t an unheard of dynamic, it’s been used in shows like Avatar in the episode Sokka’s Master, the mentor seeming to turn on their apprentice to test them of their skills.

However unlike Avatar, Arlecchino was violent. (it had to be convincing ofc) She seriously harmed all three of the siblings, hell, Freminet mentions being bedridden for two days. Im not against this characterization of her, someone who thinks the ends justify the means as long as they get from point A to point B. She can essentially turn her emotions off to get things done since obviously she cares about the children, we’ve established this multiple times, but she also probably considers this “fight for freedom” caring about them as well since it could be worst, she could actually execute them. Which is all sorts of fucked up but I mean, I’m glad they’re letting her do something fucked up again.

Im also not opposed to the siblings characterization of how they still appreciate her anyways (for the most part, still some stuff that makes me feel off), its all they’ve know, and theyve decided for themselves that they understand and are willing to work past it, hell i guess forgive her. It makes sense for people like them.

However that doesn’t feel like a happy ending like the game might be trying to sell it as. Its sad. Lyney mentions it himself, they don’t know how a real family functions, this is all they’ve known and they certainly aren’t willing to lose it.

I don’t mind how they chose to end things. It’s just i definitely got a more solemn energy than happy even though what Lynette was saying seemed like that’s what they were going for.

Arlecchino’s story quest isn’t happy. Arlecchino is a product of her environment that cannot ever go back to the way she once was, if that person even ever existed. The siblings were seriously harmed in a fight and then seriously thought Arlecchino was about to kill their family, and that’s not okay. Then right after Lyney is back to normal and talking to Arlecchino as if nothing happened. I don’t know about you but family or not I’d be shaken up for awhile if I thought my dad was about to kill the rest of my family in front of me, idk that’s just me.

Again, I don’t have a problem with Arlecchino, they might not even be trying to frame her actions positively, but the way the siblings just return to normal makes it feel like they might be… like “oh it’s okay you did that, we want to stay <3” which just signals the audience that it’s time to forgive her

I didn’t want the siblings to forget, because that’s just boring, but idk it bothered me that he just brushed it off as if it was nothing. Maybe that’s just a product of their violent environment? Or maybe I’m just making excuses for poor character writing.

That’s all, my thoughts are all incredibly jumbled and I can’t quite string them together right😅

I might have something more cohesive later

[orange-orchard-system]

how do you deal with the grief of knowing your life will never be truly yours? im very romantic, want a girlfriend, want to study history abroad and go into academia, want to be a pretty woman. But I only front like once or twice a month and headspace doesn't work for me like it does for other systems who have headspaces you can live an actual life in (i'm often sort of unaware of myself when not fronting. idk it's difficult to describe, like i know what happened but during the moment its like i dont exist and only know what happened afterwards.). I only have two other headmates, and they both align on a lot of big things (both are aroace, both want a body on T, both want to study psychology). So I never end up actually making any decisions, I have to live my life according to them. It's so disturbing existing in this ugly body with scars across my chest, gross body hair everywhere, I can't even touch myself down there without wanting to throw up. The I think I'm experiencing some really severe dysphoria due to the T and top surgery. The shittily dyed and cut neon green hair that's fading to a puke color ruins any outfit I'd want to wear. I'm failing a boring degree in the most boring state instead of studying what i love in some cool european city with actual culture. And apparently neither of my headmates considered having friends a priority so I'm always lonely. A girlfriend is out of the question, and so is sex both due to my ugly body and due to what my headmates would do if they found out I had sex using "their" body (be really fucking annoying and whiny and probably get some ugly ass tattoo to "cope with the trauma"). So I'm definitely going to die being a virgin even though thats something id really like to experience at some point (its one of the only things that sounds fulfilling in the span of a few hours, its literally down to sex and food when it comes to things i can enjoy :/). Communication has basically broken down, they've allied against me and ignore anything I say. And since I get so little time fronting there's nothing I can do.

And even if they listened to my wishes. I still only get a few days each month to do anything. That's so little. I'm basically going to live for something like 5 years, all of the days disconnected from each other. Hating my headmates gives me something to focus on I guess, but whenever I get too deep into thinking about this I start crying. I don't get to experience anything, choose something and live through the consequences. If I decide to go to a party next week, I'm never going to actually go to the party (and one of my cunt headmates will probably start crying and having a panic attack about having to talk to actual people instead of ai bots of anime characters and end up not going in the end anyways.)

sorry if this is very emotional and angry, i dont have anyone to say this to. it all just came out of me. im constantly so lonely, i dont have friends, i hate my headmates. the only people who know i exist are doing their best to ignore me. if i decide i want to go to therapy, my headmates will just cancel the appointment the next day. if i decide to make friends online, they wont want to befriend a stranger they have a window of a few hours each month to chat with. i can completely forget about irl friends. i have no ability to follow through on anything or to fix my life. fuck.

That sounds awful, I'm sorry you have to go through this. No one should have to go through this kind of intrasystem abuse. Let me repeat: no one should have to go through this. Your headmates should be making room to include you where they can, they should be respecting your decisions, they should be listening to your desires and helping to make this life as bearable (or, dare I say, enjoyable) as possible, even if you don't front often. Your headmates are in the wrong for their lack of respect and lack of support towards you.

For the limited time you have to front – perhaps you could try grounding techniques to begin fronting for longer periods of time? When we do those occasionally, it can help our fronters stay in front for longer, especially when we start feeling blurry or switchy. You may also wish to look into hobbies you can pick up or put down whenever, like writing or reading short stories, or maybe video games on your computer (emulators are great for this, though I do have to stick within the law when I give advice, so *clears throat* be aware that using, say, Pokémon ROMs with your emulators is a terrible, awful, horrible, horrendous thing to do as it's illegal, and pay no attention to how it may help with dysphoria to be referred to as a woman and see yourself as a woman within the game.

For friends – I think there may be more out there who would be supportive and willing to go along with the limited time you have to talk than you think. You don't have to start a friendship "naturally"; you could make an advertisement post asking for friends who would be okay with only being able to talk occasionally! I (accidentally, it's a whole story) made a post like that some years ago, and ended up having many chats with someone I think I still follow on Tumblr! I see plenty of folks out there who are perfectly fine with having friends they can't speak to on a regular or predictable basis. This door of opportunity is not yet locked shut.

While this isn't a total fix for your dreams being distant, perhaps getting into academia aesthetics (which may also help give you a sense of community) and studying your passions on your own could help? You may be limited, but with a notebook, access to the internet, and occasional visits to the library, you can carve out some studies in what you like rather than what your body/headmates are "officially" studying.

I almost want to say "let me at 'em" at your headmates, because the way they're treating you isn't acceptable at all. Don't think this situation is your fault for a second. Just because they have their own issues doesn't mean they get a pass to completely ignore yours. I am so, so sorry that you have to go through this, and I hope they get their heads out of their asses and realize this is not appropriate behavior towards anyone. Jfc. Miss, feel free to throw them at me if you want me to rip into them for their behavior. You don't fucking do that shit to your headmates.

Please note that I don't say this next bit to diminish how you feel about not getting a lot of time to front. It does suck to only be able to have a portion of an outerworld life, especially if you don't have an innerworld life. But you not fronting that often is not an excuse to not help or accommodate you, because a couple days a month is a lot more often than some of us front, and we still do our best to listen to each other!! You only being able to front for a few times a month is not an excuse to lock you out of decision making and refuse to listen to you when there are systems like ours, who have headmates pop up again after years and still get offered the chance to make their own decisions, even if they don't stick around to see the results. Your headmates' jerk (*cough* abusive) behavior is not your fault. You are not asking for too much. Asking to be listened to, to be given a voice, to have opportunities to be happy in your body and live your life to the fullest – none of these are "too big" requests, no matter how little or how often you front.

It's okay to grieve. It's okay to feel upset, especially in a position like yours. Let yourself feel it – and then do something to bring yourself contentment, if not joy. Let it come in waves, but make sure you're not always in the ocean. Just because the grief of the life you could have lived is strong and needs to be acknowledged doesn't mean you can't achieve happiness, whether that's now or in the future. Hold onto that hope.

I feel for you and all you're going through. Don't give up and don't let them get to you; they're in the wrong and they should know that. Keep fighting for the right to be yourself, my fair lady – that's always a right worth fighting for.

[thejournallo]

hello, so glad to have found your acc🤍 i have some questions and some problems i want to talk about so i'm hoping you can help me! basically ive known about shifting for over 2 years, tried a few times, got symptoms but never really shifted(either lost interest in where i was going to ot got bored) but recently i have been so much more serious and i also have friends that are into shifting, and one of my friend is so knowledgeable about it, she is so close to shifting(maybe even did) and helps me out with my concerns, taught me sm but i don't wanna ask her all the time. so i know that im not just creating a fantasy world and that i'm going to a reality where the things i want already exist and so do i but i'm wondering if i can stay there till i die? i wanna go to somewhere where living for hundreds of years is possible and i can live for hundreds of years right? also i'm not planning on writing a script but rather being in my mind(i haven't decided yet) but things will go how i want right? like if i want to change smth later on can i or no harm will come to me or the people around me right? or if i script smth that will happen later but i forget about it or decide i don't want it anymore will it still happen or will i be able to change it? i keep getting negative thoughts and it makes me really anxious :( i hope you can help me out with my questions and validate me a little🙏 have a nice day! 🤍🤍 sorry if i talked too much :(

My dear, you don't have to apologize for talking too much! All your questions are legit and actually smart questions to ask!

I want to reassure you by saying that negative talk and toughts are really common when we first start shifting, and you can fight them off. When I had them, I often stopped myself and said, "Those are not my true thoughts; those are the thoughts of dought, and I don't dought myself or the universe." It really helps.

Now about the questions! (here is the link from when i talked about shifting, in case it can help)

I can stay there till I die? / i can live for hundreds of years right?

I already talked about how time works and how we can make it work. To answer directly your question, you can do that, but you have to be aware that you will come back to your-age once you die there, and that could be a shock to you because you already lived a life. Imagine five from the umbrella academy that went back to his younger self. It can be like this, but with more shock because you didn't predict it. So living for hundreds of years could be fun to do. I suggest you script (or make sure to remember) how times will work for you. for example:  2 years in your dr are 2 hours of sleep here, and I will come back every 2 years. It would be less of a shock and more of a routine that settles itself like this.

things will go how i want right? / if i want to change smth later on can i or no harm will come to me or the people around me right? / will i still be able to change something that i don't want it to happen anymore?

You have to think of it as another life and world. The only difference is that we can decide if we want the power to control it or not. For me, I always liked the fact that I can't control what happens, but if I want something to happen, I just write it or say it to my doctor. So yes, if you want, everything can and will go the right way for you! No one will be hurt by your decision, not you or the people around you! Yes, everything you script can be easily changed here and in your DR. I usualy script that I have a diary where I can change my script right away in my DR, so I'm always updated, and I always remember what I script, so if I don't like it anymore, I simply write an x on it so I know that the scene won't happen. easy, fun, and helpful!

if you have other questions i will be more than happy to listen and be here for you through out your journey!