#i. am really happy about this. and need to express it

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

BUZZED!

formula one x male!reader

request: Okay okay, here me out, Male!reader gets a buzzcut and the drivers find out via like instagram or something and they get really whiny abt it.

summary: you get a buzz cut without telling your boyfriend

warnings: initial instagram post is just for reference + reader only posts whichever one applies to you most!, swearing, playful arguing

contains: alex albon, lance stroll, + lewis hamilton

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written: time for a change ✂️

alex albon:

"WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOOOO?" alex yelped as soon as he walked through the door of your shared apartment.

you had just been lounging on the sofa, scrolling through social media to pass the time. you jumped slightly at your boyfriend's shouting. "what? what did i do?"

alex rounded the corner into the living room and pointed at your hair with a pout.

"that! what did you?!"

"alex, i just cut my hair." you chuckled, staying slumped on the sofa.

alex whined. "how could you do this to me???"

"you're so dramatic, oh my fucking god." you rolled your eyes lightheartedly. as much as you loved your boyfriend, he sure knew how to be dramatic. "it's not that bad?"

"yes it is!" alex insisted. "what am i supposed to do now when i want your attention?!"

"ask for it like a normal person?"

"it's like you don't even know me." alex huffed, flopping down on the sofa beside you.

you laughed quietly and put your phone away. "it will grow back, y'know?"

your boyfriend tilted his head to look at you with a a pout. "and what am i supposed to do until then?"

"cope?"

he whined again and poked you in the ribs, making you squirm slightly. "you're so mean."

"yeah, well, it's not getting reattached," you argued. alex ran his hand over the shaved hair with a sigh. "better get used to it, baby."

"fine ... but never again, okay?"

"no promises."

lance stroll:

the second you walked into your boyfriend's hotel room, he was right in front of you. lance crossed his arms and pouted at you.

"uh-oh," you murmured.

a sheepish smile crossed your lips. you tentatively stepped forward until you were close enough to pull lance into a hug, which you were very pleased to say he didn't reject. hopefully that meant he wasn't too upset.

"why did you have to get a buzz cut?" lance whined, pushing your shoulder.

you hummed. the truth of it was that the haircut had been an impulsive action rather than a conscious decision, but ... well, it was done now. "it's just hair, baby."

"no, it's not," lance argued with a pout. "it's your hair. which you let me play with and wash and put bows in and stuff."

"yeah, i hope you understand i would literally never let anybody else touch my hair as much as you do," you pointed out. was a part of you hoping to distract lance with a sweet statement? perhaps. but he didn't need to know that.

lance paused for a moment. he seemed torn between being sad and whiny about your hair, and being happy about what you said. sue him. he liked to feel special. "... then why did you cut it?"

"because i wanted to?" you shrugged. your hands dropped to lance's waist and tugged him closer, making him squeak quietly. "it's summer and it's hot and i don't need a fur coat on my head?"

"but what about the bows?" lance pouted at you.

a little grin tugged at your lips. "well, i can put them in your hair?"

your boyfriend seemed to short circuit at the idea of you putting bows in his hair. his lips parted in surprise, before his expression morphed into a goofy grin. "okay."

lewis hamilton:

the first reaction you got from lewis about your haircut was a text. he must've already been close to home, but apparently he felt the need to freak out about you getting a buzz cut as early as possible.

you cut your hair?

... yes?

it hadn't taken you long to reply. a minute at most. evidently, that was long enough for your boyfriend to get to your door. he flung it open, a dramatic frown on his face. "why?"

"hello to you too," you muttered, standing up to greet your boyfriend with a kiss. "because it was getting in my eyes, lew."

"so?" lewis raised an eyebrow at you.

you scoffed playfully, thinking he was just having a joke and not being serious. "so i couldn't see."

"so?" lewis repeated.

not joking, apparently.

"i can see?" he poked at the now-short strands with a wary expression. "i'd lead you places??"

"lewis."

your boyfriend pouted. he let out a dramatic sigh and turned away from you. "fine, i guess you like your vision more than you love me, then."

knowing he was just milking it, you wrapped your arms around lewis from behind and kissed his temple cheekily. "yes! glad you understand."

"... brat."

"love you too, lew."

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[postcardsfromheapside]

Lol, friends if you weren't there for the Astarion discourse, I am so happy for you.

People were most often upset over the idea of being poly with Halsin, because they wanted and did project onto Astarion that he is unable to say no to Tav for fear of losing them (not only is he perfectly genuine about having an open relationship, but by Act 3 he is fully capable of saying no, even if he's just being a silly shit about something and doesn't actually mean it). The conversations about how “I would never cheat on him!” (ethical non-monogamy is not cheating) bleeding into “he doesn't actually like sex!” (not really relevant to the ENM, and certainly something we can discuss, but seems like you're upset at the idea HE might want another partner) were ridiculous and turned dramatic.

On a spawnstarion route, there's also a dialogue route in the graveyard scene I think where you can discuss the possibility of things changing (implying your relationship) and he expresses he's no longer scared by the possibility. He would probably be sad if it did, but he no longer feels dependent on anyone, so he's no longer scared of what life has to hold. Y'all when I tell you I saw people lose their minds over this - they didn't want to think about Astarion independent and not needing them, not needing their blood, not needing their magical genitalia, their “love” to make him feel whole. I saw so many posts about how they can never not romance him because how can they leave him lonely, despite the fact that his unromanced spawn conversations in the epilogue is one of the most healing and powerful sequences I've ever been through. He literally fixes himself. He makes himself happy, despite having severe limitations on his living experience. He becomes a *hero*. All on his own. And they can't stand it.

Astarion is the perfect vehicle for folks to lay the fantasy of a codependent relationship over, just as Lucanis is the perfect fantasy for them to “fix” an actually very nice guy who arrives with a “bad boy twin” with whom they can pretend to have a threesome.

I'm not against people working their fantasies or issues out through video games at all, I only get irritated when those things become externalized in the form of racism, misogyny, queerphobia, etc, which we see a lot in how people express their feelings about other characters, or how they frequently pattern their feelings onto the VA's.

If you feel the need to hide a pixel man away from a pixel woman, when both are programmed not to get together if you lock in the relationship with either one, at that point you actually need to get help. But more generally, feeling jealous because someone you are interested in has a life and friends and even crushes outside of “you” is something you should talk about with a qualified professional.

[mysoftboybensolo]

Things I Don't Understand of Audiences Reaction of Nosferatu 2024

Complaints of how this is a ripoff of Dracula, and I am like, of course it is! The original 1922 film is the most famous ripoff in the history of cinema, but it is also one of the best ripoffs ever. Maybe know your history just a bit.

Why are people saying that Ellen dying was stupid or unnecessary? Firstly, that has been the ending in the 1922 and the 1979 film, this wasn't just anything Eggers pulled from nowhere. Secondly, people don't seem to understand that the Gothic genre never not one that allows it's characters to walk away unscathed, whether it is physical damage or mental damage. Blood is demanded, and hardly a truly happy ending is found, at best a bittersweet ending or at worst an ending where everyone is unhappy. I think not only is it true to the films this one is based on, but also the only satisfying ending. Ellen wouldn't have been truly happy if she had survived, because she still will be a seer, she will still have darkness looming inside, and Thomas is either incapable or unwilling to accept it. He's belief that killing Orlok will bring a reset to everything, even bringing Ellen back to how she was before, but the Ellen she was before was still suffered. He brushes aside her nightmares without comfort, he doesn't take into account how she views their marriage (when she insists that she doesn't need material things but he acts as if he knows better), and when she tries to express her suffering, he would prefer her to suppress it. She would never be truly free, but to die doing a good thing, to have control over her death the way she didn't in life, it's an empowering end, if bittersweet.

People complaining about the pace of the film, saying it starts off fine but then drags in the middle? I think the film flowed wonderfully, there was never a moment when I was thinking how much longer to the end or felt it rushed in the story. I personally cannot wait until we get the extended version, but I am happy with how it came out.

Where are people getting "Orlok groomed Ellen" from? Grooming is when someone goes after a minor and gets them to be emotionally attached to them for a long period of time in order to achieve some sort of goal (often times sex). People have been saying Ellen was a "literal child", but we don't know that for certain. Yes, Ellen described herself as a child, but it seems that the term child is used more as a synonym of "inexperienced" or "young". Also, we are not sure how old any of these characters are. If we were to go by actors ages as guidelines, Lily-Rose Depp was 24 when filming this, and all we get in between the first scene to the present day is merely "years later". That can mean two years or ten, we cannot be sure. And while Lil-Rose Depp can look younger than her age, no one better try and say she was playing a 12 year old or whatever in that first scene, because there is no way you can convince me she is as young as that. Also, Ellen hadn't been emotionally attached to Orlok between the years to make it grooming. I can make a better argument of grooming in another famous Gothic movie the 2004 "Phantom of the Opera" then I could with "Nosferatu".

Listen, this movie won't be for everyone, that is fine, but what I have an issue with is saying people are dumb or evil for thinking Ellen x Orlok is interesting/has romantic elements to it. One person commented on another's post about saying that the cast are dumb for seeing this as a love triangle, especially Lily-Rose Depp for not seeing Ellen as a victim. The director, who also wrote it, wanted this version to play up the Death and the Maiden themes, that was their vision, and I don't think it's right or fair to say they are dumb because the original movie wasn't a love triangle. If we were to be really anal about it, so many pieces of media we have we wouldn't be able to enjoy because it's origins are not the same. Sorry Disney's Hunchback fans, you can't enjoy the happy ending because the original was a downer. Sorry Wicked fans, it's nothing like "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz", so it shouldn't be enjoyed. See how ridiculous it sounds? You can debate if whether or not they managed to achieve their goal, but you can't deny that was the intention and say people are dumb for picking up what they had intended.

I also feel that it's quite hypocritical of people to say that the relationship between Orlok and Ellen is evil and creepy, but then go off and say that the scenes where Friedrich has sex with Anna's corpse as "romantic" and Thomas' couch scene as "hot", when both deal with dubious/no consent at all. Just admit it, you are fine with dubious stuff so long as it's a hot guy doing it. The couch scene was quite uncomfortable for me, Ellen is clearly not in her right mind, even if not by some kind of possession, but emotionally, and it didn't sit right what Thomas did. I am not saying he raped her, but she wasn't in the right mind space to have this be a passionate moment. And he wasn't doing because of love or passion, he was doing it because he didn't like hearing Ellen say how he couldn't please her like the Count could. We had seen what they are like when they are in a good head space and the feeling mutual, as we saw in the den of the Harding's home. I feel like this scene wasn't meant to be a hot and sexy moment, but a incredibly distressing moment when two individuals are acting at their worst.

I don't understand how people feel that this film isn't a feminist film. I've seen people claim that the movie shames Ellen and that her not finding out how to stop Orlok is robbing her of her agency. Here's the thing, yes, many characters shame her for what she feels, but the narrative doesn't. As the audience, we feel sorry for her, feel bad for everything she is going through, and given the time period, of course there would be many people (mainly men) who will shame her passions or deny her darkness in favor for a more "womanly behavior". We are meant to see how the human world would never understand Ellen the way Orlok would understand her, why she would have called out a force that is inhuman, because humanity has turned her away. What's fascinating is that Ellen has control of Orlok, being able to call him, speak to him as an equal, and get him, a powerful centuries old being, to admit that she is his affliction, his weakness, and in the end, it's proven right. This mortal woman is able to defeat a supernatural being, all the while him loving her, how is that not awesome and feminist?

In regards to her finding the cure; true, in both the '22 and '79 film, Ellen figure out on her own what needs to be done to stop Orlok, but that doesn't mean '24 Ellen isn't smart or in charge of her own actions. We've seen Ellen say what the future holds multiple times, so it isn't crazy to believe that she would have seen what her fate would have been as it drew closer, and her need to talk to Von Franz read to me as her knowing the cure. When Ellen walks Von Franz to his home, she says that she knows what must be done, and they work together to make this happen, with him promising to keep Thomas away. Out of all the men, Von Franz had been the only one to take her feelings and thoughts seriously, and he does so here, including her in the plan (where Thomas had refused her to help), even giving her the chance to be stop Orlok without interruption. He isn't denying her agency, he's keeping others at bay so she can be the hero.

I like the moustache, just like a Romanian nobleman would have had, exactly what the director wanted. After leaving the theatre, my friend and I were discussing the film, and of course the design of Orlok was brought up, and she said "I liked it, especially the moustache, very Vlad the Impaler". She isn't a massive Dracula fan but she understood what was the inspiration behind it. Y'all are just uncultured swine.

In the end, I love this film, and wanted to just share my two cents.

[rosiebun28]

COSMIC HRT Month 1 (The Dream and First Encounter)

Hi, I'm Rosie and this is part of a story I've been wanting to share for a long time. Cosmic HRT started as a comic but I have ADHD really bad and I have struggled with consistently working on art. But as I continue in the community I want to try other mediums like writing to get my story out there. Hopefully one day I can work on turning it into a comic but I just want to at least get something out for my own sanity. This story was inspired by Dragon HRT by @ayviedoesthings and by Eldritch HRT by @dawning-mars The format was Inspired by Arynia's Hellhound HRT story over at @ariathelamia so Definitely go check all of them out if you haven't already! Also Special thank you to @dawning-mars for the Cameo!

Hello, my name is Rose but I like to go by Rosie. My Therapist suggested I should try Chronicling my journey as a way of reflecting on the crazy events that have been happening to me. I've always had problems interacting with other people so I figured I should share these journals online as a way of initiating interaction. (Sorry if that’s weird, I’m still working on my communication skills) I’m really bad at self expression so forgive me if I say something weird or mis-remember something.

Well the whole thing started a while back, I'm a 30 year old transgender woman and things had been getting worse where I lived for people like me. I heard about a new type of HRT that can actually turn people into animals! After doing A LOT of research into it and a lot of self reflection, I Felt this was something I needed but nothing I looked at felt right, felt like me. There were short periods of fancy where I got excited at the thought of being a bunny or a mouse or even a hybrid species, but the excitement always faded after a time. Nothing felt like the real me, I didn’t even know what the "Real Me" was supposed to feel like, just the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. I was stuck at an impasse, walking past and seeing others transitioning and becoming closer to their true selves every day. I liked to try and keep up to date on things so I started following some Therians online but while I was happy for them, I still felt just the tiniest bit of envy and wished I could figure out who I am.

However, that changed one day when I had a weird dream. It's a bit difficult to describe but there was a tall Being in a bright yellow robe with an expressionless mask and horns, we stood on an expansive black plane, the sky behind a stark white with what appeared to be black stars in the background. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs, I couldn’t move and could barely feel myself, I watched as the figure slowly moved towards me in a way I can only describe as smooth, not quite gliding, not quite shambling. Once it reached me it  whispered something I couldn't quite make out and I suddenly woke up with a chill. The next day I had an unexplainable urge to go for a walk through a part of town I'd never been through but it was like something was pulling me there, like I was being drawn in. 

I made my way down to what was locally being called the "Therian District" though some would call it "The Zoo" though I never liked that name personally. As I was walking past a doctor's office, I suddenly bumped into someone and fell to the ground. I felt a cold chill suddenly rush into me and down my throat but it was gone so fast I wasn't even sure if it even actually happened. As I looked up there was a tall, vague figure covered in shadow. When suddenly my vision doubled, one side blue and the other yellow, before recombining. The shadowy figure was gone, in its place before me stood the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. She was extremely tall and had skin that was a lustrous purple, she wore a simple black dress with a black bow and a large black hat. Her face stared at me for a few seconds with five deep, caring eyes that seemed to be full of anxiety, not sure how I could tell that to be honest. She quickly apologized for bumping into me and ran off. I was stuck there for a few seconds going over the image in my mind before someone came over and helped me up. They asked me if I’d been hurt by "That Monster" and I gave them a sharp glare that made them back off and walk away muttering "freak" under their breath. I don’t know why but I'd felt an anger wash over me from hearing them insult this person I’d never even met. It was so out of character for me that I didn’t know how to respond so I called them an asshole and walked away.

That night I had another dream about the Being in Yellow but this time they spoke only four words to me: "Open Your Eye Youngling" After which I heard a cracking sound followed by my vision splitting again into blue and yellow, but this time they didn't recombine, instead they split and my perspective shifted to viewing 3 different angles at once. One blue, one yellow, and one gray in between them looking at glowing blobs of energy, a blue one on the right and a yellow on on the left. They were connected to me by thin white fluctuating beams of light. They seemed to be where the other perspectives are coming from. 

I started to hear and feel one of myselves saying some but it was muffled and all I could make out was a vague feeling. Then the blue and yellow selves seemed to start having a conversation that I could not seem to process. It was like I was hearing words and vague wisps of intent but had no idea what was being said. After a while I woke up again, but something was different. I felt like I could see more, but I wasn't sure what it was I could see that I couldn't before. It felt like a heavy fog had lifted from my mind. Whatever it was, started to make me feel a lot more overstimulated than before. The trade-off being I suddenly didn't feel as lonely anymore for some reason.

I went to take my morning meds and noticed that something was different, my normal estrogen pills seemed to have changed from the little white circles I was used to. They were now a bit bigger and football shaped like my Progesterone but I couldn’t find any seams on them and they appeared to be filled with some kind of milky white pearlescent liquid. I tried to break one open but I couldn’t seem to penetrate the outer shell so I examined the bottle. There were a few things different about the label now too, The patient name was a strange Sigil I’d never seen before. The medication name now said "Dreamadonteride" and the Prescriber information was some kind of symbol I’d never seen before that looked like a dot surrounded by a circle with three squiggly lines radiating out from the center. I looked at the pill again and felt a mix of conflicted feelings and voices inside, but one feeling rang out louder than the others. A voice telling me that this mysterious new pill would help me finally find my true self, would help me finally be happy. So I ignored the other voices in my head telling me to stop as I popped the pill into my mouth and took a drink of water. The voices finally calmed and went quiet. I still don’t know if this was the right choice, but I made it and I was going to stick with it.

[xoxorealitygalore]

Trust and Believe VI

summary: Keyshia and Joe had a seemingly perfect life together after marrying in 2010. However, as their careers grew, so did the strain on their relationship. When Joe cheats on Keyshia. The emotional fallout from the incident leaves their relationship hanging in the balance, with Keyshia questioning if they could ever recover from the betrayal.

The restaurant’s warm lighting flickered softly across the table, casting gentle shadows on the gleaming silverware. The air was thick with the murmur of distant conversations, the clink of glasses, and the scent of rich food filling the space. It was a scene that should have felt comforting—inviting, even romantic.

But for Keyshia and Joe, sitting across from each other for the first time in months, the ambiance only seemed to amplify the distance between them.

They had agreed to take this step. A date night, an opportunity to reconnect, to move past the wreckage left in the wake of Joe’s infidelity. After a few days of therapy and countless late-night conversations about their relationship, they were here—together again in the same space, attempting to rebuild what had been broken. But beneath the surface, the emotions simmered—complicated, unspoken, unresolved.

Keyshia stirred her glass, the ice cubes clinking together. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the evening. Was this truly a fresh start, or was it just a pause before the inevitable storm of confrontation that had been brewing for months? Her gaze flickered to Joe across the table, his dark eyes hopeful but guarded. He smiled softly, but the warmth in his expression didn’t quite reach her. She could see that he wanted this—wanted her to be happy, to forgive him—but the wall between them felt insurmountable.

“Keyshia,” Joe said, his voice low and tentative. He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to meet her eyes. “I really want tonight to be a good night for us. I know it’s been hard, but I’m trying. I really am.”

The sincerity in his voice stung. It wasn’t that Keyshia didn’t believe him; it was that she couldn’t understand why it had to come to this. Why did they have to go through so much pain to get here? Why had he cheated? The question, the answer—or lack of it—was an anchor, pulling her deeper into the sea of her emotions, making it hard to breathe. Every time she looked at him, all she could see was the betrayal. She could still feel the sharp edge of that memory cutting through her every time she closed her eyes.

“I know you’re trying,” Keyshia said, her voice tight, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. She wanted to say more—wanted to say everything that had been on her mind, everything she’d kept locked inside for months. But the words were tangled, a mess of anger, confusion, and hurt that she didn’t know how to untangle. She looked at Joe again, the man she had once loved so completely, the man who had shattered that love with one careless mistake. “But I don’t get it. I don’t understand why you did it.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and unresolved. Joe’s expression faltered for a moment, the weight of her question pressing down on him. His hands gripped the edge of the table as if he were bracing himself for what was to come. He had heard this question before in their therapy sessions, had answered it a hundred different ways, but the truth was that he still didn’t have a clear answer. No matter how many times he tried to explain, no matter how many ways he tried to make it make sense, it never did.

“I’ve told you before,” Joe began, his voice shaking with the vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. “It wasn’t about you. It wasn’t because of anything you did, or didn’t do. It wasn’t about us. It was a moment of weakness. A mistake. A stupid, selfish mistake.” He ran a hand through his hair, his expression a mixture of regret and frustration. “I can’t undo it. I wish I could. I wish I could give you the answer you need to make sense of it. But I can’t. All I can do is apologize and hope that’s enough for you to find a way to forgive me.”

Keyshia’s throat tightened. She wanted to believe him—she really did. She wanted to feel the sincerity in his words, to let go of the anger that had kept her from him for so long. But it was hard. Too hard. His explanation, though heartfelt, still felt hollow, like a puzzle with too many missing pieces. She had poured herself into their relationship, given him everything, and yet it wasn’t enough to prevent the betrayal. How could she reconcile that? How could she let go of the hurt when she didn’t understand the reasons behind his actions?

“Joe, I don’t need you to fix it. I need to understand,” Keyshia said, her voice barely above a whisper. The tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely. “I’ve tried, Joe. I’ve tried to move on. I’ve tried to forgive. But I can’t. Not if I don’t know why. I need to know why you hurt me.”

Joe’s face softened, a look of pain crossing his features. He wanted so desperately to take the hurt away, to fix everything, to put their relationship back together. But he knew that wasn’t possible. Not yet. “I don’t know if there’s a reason,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I don’t know why it happened. I don’t know why I was weak. But I do know that I regret it. I regret it more than you’ll ever know.”

For a moment, there was silence between them—heavy, suffocating silence. Keyshia felt as though the room were closing in on her, as though the very air were pressing against her chest, making it harder to breathe. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the distance between them was growing, not shrinking. The emotional wall that had gone up between them after the affair felt higher than ever, and no amount of words, no amount of explanations, seemed to be able to break it down.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you, Joe,” Keyshia whispered, her voice raw. “I want to. God knows I want to. But I can’t just forget what you did. I can’t just move on like it never happened. And I don’t understand why you did it. I don’t understand how you could.”

Joe’s heart broke at her words. He reached out across the table, his hand trembling slightly as he placed it over hers. “I never meant to hurt you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I never meant to lose you. Please understand that. I don’t know how to make it right. But I want to. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Keyshia pulled her hand back, feeling the rawness of the moment more acutely than she had in weeks. She wanted to believe him—wanted to let the warmth of his apology soothe the ache inside her. But it was hard. Harder than she ever thought it would be. She couldn’t just erase the betrayal, couldn’t just move on as if nothing had happened. The wound was still too fresh, and every time she tried to let go, she was reminded of the pain he had caused her.

“I don’t know if we can ever be the same, Joe,” she said softly, her voice trembling. She looked at him, really looked at him, seeing the man who had once been her everything, and the man who had broken her heart. “I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

Joe’s face fell, the realization that their relationship might never return to what it once was hitting him with full force. “I understand,” he said, his voice quiet. “I understand if you can’t. But I’m asking for a chance. A chance to prove to you that I’m not that person anymore. That I can be the man you deserve.”

Keyshia felt a tear slip down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. The emotions were overwhelming, a storm inside her that she couldn’t control. She didn’t know what the future held for them. She didn’t know if they could ever find their way back to each other. All she knew was that, in this moment, she was torn between the man she once loved and the man who had hurt her in ways she couldn’t fully comprehend.

The rest of their date was spent in a kind of uncomfortable silence, the conversation faltering and stilted. They both wanted things to be different—wanted this night to be a sign of progress, a fresh start—but the weight of the past hung over them like a dark cloud that couldn’t be dispersed. Every attempt at small talk felt forced, every laugh too hollow. No matter how much they wanted it to work, no matter how hard they tried, the pieces didn’t fit. Not yet.

Their first date night in months, meant to be a moment of reconnection, ended up a bittersweet reminder of how far they had fallen. The hope for healing was there, buried beneath the layers of hurt and confusion, but it would take time—more time than either of them had anticipated. They both knew this wasn’t the end of their story. But whether or not they could truly rebuild what had been broken was uncertain. All they could do was try—and hope that, one day, understanding would come.

But for now, the silence between them spoke volumes, and Keyshia’s heart was still too full of unanswered questions to fully embrace the future.

Keyshia Anoa’i and Roman Reigns Caught Arguing at Dinner: What’s Going On?

Keyshia Anoa’i and Roman Reigns might be used to being in the spotlight for their impressive careers, but this time, it was a tense dinner date in Tampa that had everyone talking.

Eyewitnesses say the couple’s evening out looked anything but romantic, as they were spotted in what appeared to be a heated conversation throughout their meal. According to those who were there, the intensity of their exchange was evident, leaving onlookers guessing whether things were more than just a disagreement over the food they ordered.

While the details of their argument remain unclear, it's no secret that the couple has been navigating some tough times. Just a few months ago, Keyshia was arrested after an altercation with a woman whom she allegedly found with Roman, an incident that has cast a shadow over the couple’s relationship. Although neither Keyshia nor Roman has publicly addressed the situation, Keyshia was recently ordered to pay $100,000 to the woman involved, after she failed to show up for a court hearing in a lawsuit related to the incident.

As one insider put it, "Keyshia did not look happy at all" during the dinner, fueling speculation that there are still unresolved tensions between the two. Despite this, the couple has remained together since 2004 and share seven children. While the nature of their dinner argument is unclear, it’s evident they’re working through some very public challenges.

Could this dinner mark a turning point in their relationship? Only time will tell. For now, the couple’s fans are left hoping they can weather this storm just like they have with so many others over the years.

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Hero, Villain God 49

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*Grian's pov*

As you watch the credits roll once more on the tv screen Pearl turns to you, It's not obvious and the others don't seem to notice anything but there is a clear accusation in her expression and a slight hint of growing red in her eyes. Oh yeah, she definitely knows what you did and she's definitely not happy about it.

You almost wondered if this was all it took for the blood god's corruption to do It's thing but then you did the slightlest amount of introspection and... You did kinda break time a bit...and then a lot...and then a lot more.

...

You are distracted by your thoughts as Scar receives the message again, and excuses himself to go to the bathroom again, you get up as soon as he does but it's not soon enough and Pearl steps in and grabs you.

"Guys, me and Grian have something to talk about really quickly."

Cleo shrugs, Scott nods and Martyn does a thumbs up as Pearl basically drags you to the kitchen by your shoulder.

"Uh, hi Pearl, why the-"

"Ok, you can cut it with the bullshit, what did you do?"

"I didn't do ...anything"

Her eyes narrow, your eyes do the same, is she really going to argue with you?

"Don't test me Xelqua"

Oh really now, the true name? Just like thsf? It's like she doesn't know who she's talking to.

"Or... what? I'm the god of chaos Perla, I outpower you."

And...yikes, that wasn't meant to come off like that, little mistake on your part. You know this because the various potted plants inside the kitchen start vibrating and turning red.

"Oh I know! I noticed! Because something happened and I can't tell what except that it happened! But that's the thing, I don't need to overpower you."

Huh? She doesn't? Is this like a bluff?... You suddenly begin to feel sweat running down your forehead as the red takes over more of her irises...you don't even know why, you don't understand what this feeling emanating from her his.

"I am the goddess of wisdom Xelqua, I don't need to outpower you because there are much better ways to hurt you then phisically"

She briefely looks towards the bathroom door, you see how it is then.

Before anything else can happen you hear Scar exit said bathroom and telling the others you need to leave...Pearl's eyes and the nearby plants return to being mostly green as she sighs.

...

Well, this is incredibly akward...you look towards here and point to Scar trying to explain why you need to go.

"Can I go now? It's important."

"... Whatever mate"

You nod but before you can actually turn and leave she stops you again, when she grabs you It's not as harsh as earlier but still unexpected.

"And when you are done with whatever this is you better explain yourself."

You really don't want to...but you also don't want to risk it right now, not after already discussing it.

"I will"

And she releases lets you leave.... Now, time to try this again, hopefully with less Hotguy dying this time.

Cuteguy's first scene, take two.

Three two one and action!

[bitkahuna]

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but it won’t work.” He wanted to be firm, but he wasn’t sure he has the strength he needed. Fighting was hard. Weakness was easy.

Thranduil smiled, a soft curve of his lips that did not reach his eyes but still managed to seem sincere. "Oh, but Master Baggins, I am merely expressing my admiration. There is no artifice here." He leaned closer, the scent of pine and age-old wisdom enveloping Bilbo like a cloak. “You see, Master Baggins, in you, I see what so many of us have lost over the endless years: passion for life. A genuine joy. Appreciation of those little and quiet moments. I find you compelling.”

Bilbo’s breathing picked up. This was a mistake. A horrible mistake. While the dwarves could give him everything he never knew he wanted, there was something horrifyingly familiar in this moment. It was the romance and seduction Bilbo had always read about. Always dreamed of. The tender words and blurry mornings that led to messy beds. Yavanna help him, he didn’t want to say no. More than anything, he wanted to allow himself this. It was so perfect. So real. He could reach out and touch it. It could touch him. But a single touch, he knew, would end him.

“The words you speak to me, I’ve only ever read.” His heart lurched as he fought to keep it within his chest. Would he really choose this? Would he choose impending violence and a cold mountain over the warmth of this bright morning?

He could bargain, no doubt. Offer his body, his mind, his soul, his spirit, one or all to the elf king in exchange for his friends’ release. Tell them the bargain required him to stay behind and wish them well. Forget it all. Stay here. Lay back in the comfy haze and let the king do as he pleased.

“Which is precisely why I cannot let this continue.”

Rather than offense, more than anything, the king was curious.

“This is everything a hobbit could ever dream of. And I do not doubt that I intrigue you in the way you say. But just because I look a young fool does not mean I am one.” He shook his head. “This isn’t real. You want what you’ve lost because you cannot accept what you have. I would never be that for you, because I do not hate you enough to trap you in your past.” Bilbo stood in rejection of the sun.

———

The chambers were silent. Every hobbit in each room was sat before Bilbo, bated breath, as one of their own rejected an elf king.

“How could you?” Someone whispered, horrified.

Bilbo tried to smile, but it was flat. Tears threatened his eyes. His heart swelled. All he could think of was Thorin’s face in the moonlight. “I cannot explain.”

Bilbo would sit there, lost. Wondering. He could have had it all. He could have had so much. Yet that stinking dwarf in the dungeon, with his promise of a dragon's fire and a vague notion of a crown, kept him rooted in the ground in such a way that the sunlight’s haze would never have been able to take him. He was the cool glow of the moon.

Something weighed deep in Bilbo, and he took another sip of alcohol flavored with raspberries.

Was he mourning?

What did he mourn?

Why did he ache to think of Thorin when the man was only down the hall, perfectly safe and happy to be with him?

Or was it the end that never was? The haunting possibility that Bilbo could have made the wrong choice. He could have chosen to stay, and lost the dwarf forever. It was that very thought, he realized, that made him mourn for some version of himself that couldn’t have what he did now.

But the tears didn’t fall from his eyes until they landed on Mirabella Brandybuck. A spry and wise woman of nearly seventy, still appearing as in her late-middle age, as all elder hobbits do. She looked beautiful and radiant. But there was a sadness in her eyes. A knowing.

She lost her dwarf decades ago. Bilbo had his.

In that moment of brief eye contact, they both knew.

He sat by her, and she took his hands in her own.

“You know, Bilbo. I see the way that dwarf king eyes you.” She muttered, wanting to keep this between themselves. “I understand the choices you made.”

His lower lip trembled at the deep sadness within her voice.

“I had my own husband, my own children.” She trailed off as she fought back her shame. “And I did love him. My husband was a dear man, and he will always be in my heart.” She covered her reddening face with one fist, not wanting to show her sadness. Her hate. Her mourning. Was she truly allowed to love another man after her husband passed? They were only gifted ten years together before he passed in Fell Winter, and she was left with a small horde of cold fauntlings. “My children are my truest love.” She nodded firmly, calming herself despite the way her heart sank in its disgrace. “But I fear I’ve fallen in love with a ghost.” She shook her head. “He’s likely passed on as well.”

“Do you regret not chasing him?”

“No. Never.” She didn’t hesitate even a moment. “The children I had with Gorbadoc Brandybuck are the greatest joy I have ever known. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” Mirabella let a small smile come about her. “But, that charming dwarf.” Her eyes closed a moment, letting the tears fall so she could quickly wipe them away. “He may always haunt me as the greatest what-if of my life. I only hope I was able to haunt him the same.”

And so it was that they would both mourn for things that never were.

———

It was literally supposed to be a funny chapter about Bilbo telling the other hobbits about how Thranduil had hit on him to get him to admit why the dwarves were passing through Mirkwood but I wrote something else instead.

[ladylooch]

serious Nico is my favorite ngl 😂 can you pls elaborate or write a small blurb about a time he had to discipline one of the girls?

"You realize you are the one that needs to talk to her, right?" Lexi murmurs to her husband from the passenger seat. Nico's right hand is curled around his wife's thigh. Her hand is placed over his there and she rubs at the back of his hand delicately with her thumb.

"Yes."

"Do you know why?"

"Yes." Nico sighs heavily. He gets to a red light, looking over at her with an exasperated expression. "Not my brightest parenting moment."

Lexi's pursed lips and laughing eyes tell Nico she agrees.

The light turns green and Nico lets his foot off the brake.

It all started innocently. He never imagined Sophie would take it literally. He had been in his office and Sophie was looking at his various medals, rings, and accolades over his hockey career. She pointed out how many duplicates he had of things and then somehow, they got on the topic of sharing and... suddenly a few of his olympic and world championship medals were missing. Nico worried they had been robbed again. Then a phone call came from Sophie's teacher wanting to double check if Nico was actually cool with giving those medals away.

Nico was in fact not cool. Especially with the gold medal him and Timo won together at the Olympics- the first and only ever for Switzerland.

Nico pulls the car into the school lot and slides it into park.

"I'll be right back."

"Oh. I'm coming in." Lexi assures him, smug grin on her face.

"Okay." Nico sighs.

After signing in, an administrative staff gushes at Nico as she leads them down the hall to Sophie's class. They are having free time so kids are scattering along the entire room, singing, coloring, and reading. Sophie sits at her desk, coloring while swinging her legs. Her hair is clipped into a half up, half down style with a bow at the back of her head. When she sees Nico and Lexi, she freezes. Her little head whips to her teacher, then back to her parents.

Never in her life has Sophie Hischier been in trouble and although she is young, she understands that her parents showing up after she slipped a few of her dad's hockey medals into her backpack is not a coincidence. Slowly, she turns back to her coloring page, focusing hard.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Hischier." The teacher greets them. From her wrist, the medals hang gingerly. There are five of them total, making Nico feel extra sweaty as Lexi collects them back. Damn. Soohie really cleaned him out.

"Thank you for calling." Lexi says graciously.

"Yes, we really appreciate it." Nico tacks on, glancing nervously at Sophie who is still avoiding eye contact. "I'll talk to her. Won't happen again."

"Well, maybe we could do a show and tell some day! The kids would love it, but on your terms of course. Not Sophie's..." She winks. The parents laugh.

"I would be happy to come back and do that."

"We have a history of sport segment in the winter. Maybe in January?"

"Yeah, that sounds great." They discuss a few more details then Nico looks over at their daughter again. "Do you mind if I talk to Soph?"

"Go for it."

Nico walks over to his daughter's desk, running a hand down her long, straight hair. He kisses the top of her head then looks at the picture she is coloring. Pink, yellow and green bleed everywhere outside the lines and she has hand drawn in her own illustrations to the printed pattern. Sophie avoids him harder, not acknowledging him at all.

"Sweets." Nico says softly. When Sophie turns, big tears are in her eyes.

"You said I should share."

"I know." He nods, holding his hand out to her. "Come walk with me?"

Sophie ignores the hand and throws her arms around his neck. Nico stands, carrying her from the room while she sniffs into his shoulder.

"Am I in trouble like Lucie!?" Nico holds back a snort. Lucie's attitude got her into some trouble last weekend and she's been homebound since then with no friend time.

"No, but we need to chat." He walks over to a quieter area, setting her down on her feet. She pets at his arm, distracting herself from the discomfort she clearly feels at being talked to. "I did say share. You're right. But what I was talking about is that our family is very fortunate so we should do what we can to give back to the world... in general. Like with food donations, volunteering our time to help others, or giving money to those in need. Not... give out my medals."

"Well, my friends don't have any! Their daddys didn't play hockey. They'll never have medals! We have lots!"

"I understand that, sweets. I do. But those are daddy's memories and awards. They're personal and for daddy to keep. Not to share with other people, okay?"

"But you don't even play with them?" Nico has to bite his tongue to stop his bubbling laugh.

"They're not toys, Soph. That's why they're in those clear boxes. To keep them protected. So that one day, I can pass them on to you and your sisters to keep as tokens of our family's history."

"I don't want 'em." She gives him a look like 'what am I gonna do with something that's not a toy at 6 years old?'.

"Okay, well to Lucie and Mackie then." He smooths her hair down one side of her head. "You understand?"

"Yes." She confirms. "Can I go home with you and mama?"

"You can, but we are doing boring adult stuff. Like going to grocery shop and then mow the lawn, maybe do some dishes." Sophie's eyebrows crinkle together in a bit of disgust.

"Nevermind, I stay here." Perfect, that's what Nico wanted. Him and Lexi have adult only lunch plans.

"Okay, baby. Let's go back. I love you." He puckers his lips and Sophie sighs, launching herself into him. He smooches all over her head, until she's dissolved into giggles, then they walk hand in hand back to her classroom. "Say bye to mama." He encourages her. Sophie hugs Lexi's legs, then goes skipping back to her desk to finish her coloring before lunch time.

"Nico Hischier saves the world again." Lexi purrs as they walk out. "Here.. have five medals." She jokes, handing them over to him. Nico takes them, carefully folding them into his palm.

Now he feels like he can breathe again.

[lgbtqreads]

hey there! i hope that the new year has been treating you well so far :D

kind of a niche request, but i’m someone who’s identified as a lesbian for years, but for the past year or two has been wondering if i might be transmasc and heterosexual instead. i was wondering if you might know of any books with a mc who’s going through a similar thing - maybe a trans guy who’s transitioning after being out as a lesbian, maybe a lesbian who’s wondering if she’s not a femme but rather a butch lesbian or trans, or maybe a butch lesbian trying to figure out her gender identity. i don’t really mind how the character ‘ends up’ — as in, it’s fine if they’re transmasc or a lesbian at the end of the story, i just… am looking for something where the main character is maybe wondering about this, if that makes sense? really just anything w/ a character who’s perceived as female, likes women, and starts to question their gender and/or gender expression.

…..actually, yknow what, i’ve also been wondering lately if i’m genderfluid or not, so tbh if you know of any books w/ a lesbian character who ends up being genderfluid too, that’d also be welcome tbh! or even a book where there’s a transmasc mc who considers that he might be genderfluid. honestly any combination of these three things goes, really :)

the vibe i’d love is ideally something like ‘may the best man win’, which is about a gay trans guy and a big part of the story is him transitioning and dealing with a kind of messy breakup with his boyfriend whom he’d dated before transitioning. said boyfriend is also a main character, and has to figure out what he’d like his relationship with the mc to look like, esp since he didn’t know mc was trans before they came out. smth maybe like that, vibes wise, if that makes sense…?

Hello, yes, I’m gonna throw two books at you immediately - one that’s pretty much exactly what you’re asking for, including vibes, and one that I think is one of the most underrated queer YAs of all time and really sums up everything you’re looking for but isn’t quite exactly the vibe but please please read it anyway. 

The first one is Between Perfect & Real by Ray Stoeve

The second one is Man O’War by Cory McCarthy

You need both. 

Then I will add a third, which is The Mermaid, The Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall, to follow up on the genderfluid conversation, but start with the first two. 

(Also, I haven’t read May the Best Man Win but for other m/m that’s sort of “second chance after the MC has transitioned” check out Second Chances in New Port Stephen by TJ Alexander and the upcoming And They Were Roommates by Page Powars.)

Happy reading, and I hope these help provide some clarity! 

[willes-stolensweater]

Ok so... its been two years now. WHAT?

Okay first, when i first decided to finally watch yr I truly never imagined it would become this important to me. Little did I know that it would become an immense form of comfort and that it would still be present in my life after two years. I'll admit that i have to certain extent grown apart from the show. I read less fanfiction and check tumblr less often. But every time that i need a laugh i log on to see all the amazing works this fandom puts so much effort to, and it truly makes my days better.

Just like any other, this fandom isn't perfect and it has its negative aspects, but i truly can not express how much it has done for me on an emotional level. Despite not being that active, this fandom has made me feel seen and understood when i felt lonely. It made me feel like i belonged. Because really, i have never been this passionate about anything. This show has made my sad, happy, angry, exited, anxious and so much more. I think this shows that it truly meant something to me, and knowing there are other people behind a screen that feel the same way that i do about my silly show is really comforting.

I know eventually i will part ways with both the fandom and the show, but i will forever keep young royals in my heart.

This is just my little yr/ yr fandom appreciation rant.There is so much more i could say but Im gonna leave it till there. I really am so grateful for everything.

It’s been a year since I first watched Young Royals! And honestly, I never thought this show would have such a big impact on my life. I really thought I’d be over it after a few months, but here I am, a year later.

This show has made me feel all type of emotions. And I think I would even consider it as one of the things that has made me the happiest on this past year.

And I know that I’m really new to tumblr but ever since I arrived everyone has been really nice. So i would really like to thank everyone for everything they have done in the fandom. You all are very nice and talented people. Even if we don’t know each other, your posts make me smile and giggle every day.

So thank you to the young royals fandom in general for being a safe space.

Here’s a hug for everyone <3

[paperclipfanatic]

Really really really wanted to re-visit this dress in a drawing from last year.

[Rambling under cut]

Very glad to have this fit in colour now. It makes the other post look depressing in comparison, but it's a good thing—you get to see just how much life colour adds to art!

The circles were supposed to be pastel, but I noticed too late the pallet was pretty saturated and warm. I couldn't find a way to tone it down, so now Sara's stuck with a confetti dress.

Sorry girl 💔 at least you saved me from art block

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[clover-46]

the writers on here making the miguel fics need to remember his fangs inject paralytic venom hes not a real vampire it was just a joke in the movie 😭

oh but i still want him to bite me don’t get me wrong idgaf if they have venom 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

[icarianncarrionn]

“No.” Tisha shakes her head. There’s something much softer about her expression now, something that’s smoothed out the lines around her mouth and made fresh ones along her brow. “You didn’t. I did, though.“ she cracks open the door. "Hari, come over here. I can't keep stubbing my smoke out." Her brother comes to the door, slipping out and closing it behind him, and Tisha offers him her pack. They have a silent conversation: he frowns, she shakes the cigarettes, he cocks an eyebrow, she tilts her head forward, and finally he takes one and lets her light it.

“Rafa’s been taking heat for me all night, and I don’t love how this shook out, but I can’t just let that sit.”

“Tisha, it’s fine-”

“It’s not, actually. Because even if you guys decide you’re cool, I don’t want you to be cool with something that isn’t even true. There’s a lot of things I haven’t told you, and I will, but we need a lot more time than we have. I have a lot of shit going on, Hari. That’s why we went on that trip. I haven’t been doing well, and Rafa knew that. I didn’t just run off after him, he took me to make me happy. So we could have some time together. And he did make me happy, and… did a ton of other shit I can’t even tell you about yet because there’s too much background, but it was really impressive. And any barrier to… what did you say? Having a future?”

“Something like that.” Hari nods.

“That’s actually me, and my shit. Not him, or his age, and definitely not his kids, who I absolutely love, for the record. They're amazing. And he wouldn’t admit it, I don’t even know if he believes it, but I am… a hundred times safer in his world than he is in mine. He is… he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, Hari. My best friend. I’ve never been more inspired, or happy, or excited about the future, or terrified of how important someone is to me. Okay? So… just, you needed to know that.”

Hari taps the end of his cigarette with his thumb to knock off some of the ash, nodding slowly. "Yeah, I probably did. Some more things to add to the apology." He jokes, voice soft. "I haven't had enough liquor to smoke this, Tisha."

"It's the principle." Tisha shrugs. “Sorry for fucking up your smoke break again, Nick.”

Nick shakes his head slowly, the slight frown yielding a smile. "You don't have to tell me, because I know. You show me every day." He takes a deep breath, trying to replay the scene in his head. It doesn't make sense and yet it does. A little uncomfortably so, but eventually he chuckles, if purely to express his disbelief, not because the two people he loved acting like assholes was suddenly funny to him.

"I'm pretty sure Rafa didn't want you to defend yourself either." He quickly raises his hand as to stop Hari from adding his tuppence, because one thing Nick needs to make clear: "It wasn't fair. He has no right to test you. And while I think it's..." he swallows any and all negative adjectives that come to mind and just shakes his head for a place holder instead, "It probably made sense in Rafa's weird brain and he didn't mean ill, even if he was being exceptionally... provocative..." The last word is almost whispered. Realisation hits and Nick bites his lower lip, frown back in place. "I know you wanted to leave and I'm not going to stop you, if you still want to. But if you're still here when I get back, that'd be nice. I just need to...", he picks up his half-smoked rollie and wiggles it about, before he gets up and places a brief kiss on Hari's hair.

Outside, Rafael's fingernails dig into his palm but he keeps himself firmly locked in place, not giving into the desire to pace and throw his arms around in wild gestures while trying to explain himself. He has a thousand things on the tip of his tongue but he swallows them all, for they were knives rather than shields. Eventually he just settles on an almost too neutral elucidation for someone so clearly passionate and governed by emotions: "The question was if he would break Nico's heart, not if his wife would. And if someone would ask me if I would cheat on you and they would name all the women I'm friends with, my colleagues, everyone I ever dated and, yes, my ex-wife included, I would still say 'no, I would not cheat on you and I have no romantic feelings for any of these people mentioned.' This has never been an attack towards his ex-wife nor him having an ex-wife in the first place." And he looks the other way before he gives in to a 'but you keep making it into something I never said.'

Still he mutters: "And I don't hate him."

"Good. I would still love him if you did," Nick could see Rafa being taken aback by Nick's sudden appearance, so he uses the brief moment of his older brother trying to wrap his head around the new situation to walk up to him and wrap his arms around him: "Cê não precisa esconder que tá magoado."

"I'm not."

"Tisha, can you please punch my brother in the shoulder. I'd do it myself but I don't feel like driving anyone to the hospital tonight." He lets go of Rafael and lights his smoke and finally, finally gets to enjoy it. "You don't give people a chance to treat you right, Rafa, and you think I'm the same. But I actually say if something bothers me. And you know what? Hari listens. And he can accept a no. But you think you gotta save everyone and be a martyr in the process. That's hurting people too, you know?! And I bet Tisha and I could tell you for hours and days how wonderful Hari is, but I want you to go back inside and see for yourself. And this time, when you apologise, make it sound less estúpido, yeah? And can you also try to forgive him too? Tisha, did I forget something?"

[sysig]

I just wanna see him in the uniform (Patreon)

[moeblob]

What Deacon thinks: what did that mean? did he want me to wear a collar too? why else would he mention my neck? i mean, if he /asked/ me i would wear one but he didn't so would wearing one be weird?

What Ymber meant: It's nice to be near someone who isn't tethered to this world to serve it with a physical reminder for all to see.