#instagram not showing it the love I know it deserves cause I worked hard and it’s a great song with a great story but it’s okay

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So reade is together with either max or lando

She is not a model or something

She just looks like a normal person ( think a bit of a stomach, bigger thighs, a butt, if you get me)

She was cUght on camera and the fans are not happy about it

Like says tahr he deserves a better girl, you know the works

Said bf goes crazy about it

They tell everybody off

Then I think they get caught fucking on the yatch and the bf is just so proud cause gf is so beautiful during taht moment

Or they ger caught during a very sweet moment like during a races and they maybe dnfs??

Warnings: Body shaming (this is fluffy dw)

It was no secret that the internet hated Max's girlfriend. He'd had it before with Kelly and that was hard enough to get through. But now he was dating somebody his own age, he thought things would be different.

This time around he wasn't dating a model. She was a waitress in a coffee shop. Max couldn't stop himself from asking for her number. And the rest was history.

She wasn't stick thin like the models his friends dated. She had thighs and a stomach, and she loved it. She loved the way she looked.

But the internet didn't.

Full on hate pages were made just to poke fun at her. Anything she posted or did anything, it was scrutinised heavily. Y/N tried to stay away from all of it, but it was near impossible. Especially when it appeared as a suggested post.

She was happy with Max and that was all that mattered, right? Not the tiktoks that were made about her, pointing out all of her flaws and all of the things that made her insecure.

Max could see it getting to her. And he was sick of it, sick of how his girlfriend was treated by the people that were supposed to be his fans. So, he did the only thing he could think of and he made an instagram post.

She was sitting on his lap in the picture as he held her thighs, kissing her. It wasn't anything like Max's usual posts, but it had to be done.

Spoiler alert, it didn't fix anything. If anything, it made everything so much worse.

But they were trying not to let it get to them. Y/N still attended every race, still kissed Max after every podium. She kissed him when he DNFed, when he had a good or bad qualifying. She kissed him whenever he could.

A few days after Abu Dhabi, a video appeared on her tiktok. She tried not to go on it much, but her friends had sent it to her several times over.

She opened it. There was a video of her, a compilation of all of the times that she and Max had kissed during the last few grand prix weekends. A sweet song played in the background, the words appearing over the screen as the videos were slowed down.

It was amazing, the first nice thing she'd seen about herself on the internet. After leaving a like and a sweet comment, she ran to show max.

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 10: xoxo, barbie series masterlist

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 10! i recommend listening to marjorie by taylor swift to this chapter so u feel the vibe.

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yourinstagram just wrapped up the european leg of the Eras Tour, and my heart is bursting with gratitude and emotion. this journey has been an extraordinary one, and i couldn't have asked for a more incredible audience to share it with. 

last night, we closed out this chapter in the city where my mother was born, and i have no words to express how special it was. the energy, the love, and the connection we shared in that moment made it the best show of my life.

to everyone who came out to the shows, sang along, danced, and created memories with us, thank you from the bottom of my heart. your passion and support have been the driving force behind every performance, and i’m endlessly grateful for the moments we've shared together. 

this tour has been a journey of self-rediscovery and growth, and i’m so lucky to have such an amazing team by my side. the dedication, creativity, and hard work they've poured into every detail have made this experience truly magical. 

as we move forward to the next leg of the tour, i carry with me the love and warmth of each city we've visited. your energy and enthusiasm have fueled my spirit, and i can't wait to see where the Eras Tour takes us next. 

from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being a part of this adventure. let’s continue to make memories, share moments, and celebrate the magic of music together. here's to the journey ahead! 🦋🫧

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ripy/nsferrariera CAUSE KARMA IS MY BFFFF

leclerc16ferrari i love charles but to say this isn’t well deserved would be lying 💀

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yourinstagram happy birthday to my guardian angel! today, as i celebrate another year of life, i can't help but remember the incredible woman who brought me into this world. we share the same birthday, and though you're not physically here with me, i feel your presence in every beat of my heart.it’s been 15 years since you left us, but your love, guidance, and beautiful spirit have never faded from my life. you were not just my mom; you were my best friend, my confidante, and my rock. losing you at the age of 12 was the most challenging thing i’ve ever faced, but i’ve carried your strength and love with me every step of the way.you were there for all my firsts - my first day of school, my first dance recital, my first guitar lesson. you taught me kindness, compassion, and the importance of staying true to myself. your unwavering support and belief in me still resonates deeply, even when life feels overwhelming. i often find myself looking up at the night sky, knowing that you're shining down as one of the brightest stars. your light continues to guide me, reminding me that no matter how tough life gets, i have your love to carry me through.so, here's to you, mom - the strongest, most beautiful soul i’ve ever known. thank you for being my guardian angel and for making every birthday feel like a celebration of your love and spirit.

wishing i could hug u one last time,

your y/n/n. 🤍

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fernandoalonso she’s watching over you and she’s so proud of how far you come. she’s by your side always, front row at all of your concerts. forever with you wherever you go, your guardian angel

bellahadid she’s so proud of u, babe. we all are 🖤

sabrinacarpenter happy birthday 💗

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yourinstagram oh god, i’ve cried at least 3 times trying to type this so hopefully fourth times the charm.

as i take a moment to reflect on my unforgettable journey on the set of Barbie, my heart is overflowing with emotions. i can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible opportunity i was given and the remarkable people who made it all possible. 

to the extraordinary visionary, greta gerwing, thank you for trusting me with the role of Barbie and for guiding me through this artistic voyage. barbie played a big role in my life as a little girl, i adored every barbie film series and for you to chose me as you barbie is something i will always be in debt to you for. your passion and creativity was infectious, and i’m forever grateful for the chance to collaborate with such a talented director. the experience has left an indelible mark on my soul. 

and to my lovely cast-mates, fellow Barbies, and Kens, you are the heart and soul of this film. each one of you brought a unique and irreplaceable energy to the set, and i in awe of your dedication and talent. together, we laughed, cried, and supported one another, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. thank you for being my rock on-screen and off-screen. you are my true stars. ⭐️

 the memories we've made during the filming process will forever be etched in my heart. from the exhilarating moments of shooting magical scenes to the heartwarming conversations behind the scenes, every single second has been a treasure. the friendships that blossomed during this journey are the kind that go beyond the silver screen, and i feel incredibly blessed to have shared this chapter with each one of you. 

i can't help but be proud of what we've created together. the love, effort, and dedication poured into Barbie shine through every frame. it’s my hope that this film will not only entertain but also inspire and touch the hearts of all who watch it. i want each person to experience the same excitement and joy that filled my heart while bringing Barbie to life.

thank you to the entire production team, crew members, and everyone behind the scenes for your tireless efforts in making this dream come true. your passion and commitment to the project have been awe-inspiring, and i’m forever grateful for your hard work and dedication. 🙏

so here's to Barbie and to all of you who made it an unforgettable adventure. let’s spread its magic far and wide, and may it bring joy and wonder to audiences around the world. thank you, from the depths of my heart, for being a part of this incredible journey. i love you all! 

BARBIE is out now in theaters everywhere. 💕

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dualipa 🎀💞

fernandoalonso_offical Felicidades cariño, estoy increíblemente orgullosa de ti. Te extraño

sabrinacarpenter i’m sick of kens i need an alan

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gretagerwing Fourth pic 🥹 my babies!! Love you Guys!!

americaferrira obsessed with you and your performance! can’t wait for everyone to see it

florencepugh IVE RETURNED A CHANGED WOMAN AFTER WATCHING BARBIE

y/nsreputation she’s in her barbie era

lolaransdell_fan33 am i the only one who thought ryan gosling was kinda too old to play ken? like the age difference between y/n and him is weird too💀

yourinstagram lolaransdell_fan33 he was and is kenough.

robertdowneyjr Proud of you, kiddo. Anyways, go watch Oppenheimer in theaters today 🖤💣

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MTL to date a plus size person - Shiratorizawa Academy

A/N: This is a REPOST!! I didn't like how the first one came out so I decided to revamp, rewrite, and edit, edit, edit this post. Took me forever but we finally made it y'all 🥲 Again these are based off of my opinion/what my gut fupa tells me 🤣 I am also writing from a chubby!/plus size! POC reader POV. All of them are aged up/of legal consenting age. Also in celebration of the fact that the Haikyuu! movie hit theaters in the USA yesterday!! Enjoy~!!

Content Warnings: some cursing, suggestive smut, fat shaming if you squint really hard, small mention of someone attempting to unalive themselves

Ushijima Wakatoshi: I don't know why but I FEEL IN MY GUT that this mans loves him some THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQQQQQQQQQQ women. He's a big boi so he loves him a thiccccc partner. He loves squeezing your love handles and playing with your thighs, it's his stress reliever. The softness of your skin when he kneads it with his rough, course hands instantly relaxes him. You got cellulite? He doesn't care. Got stretch marks? Baby he'll kiss and trace 'em. Fupa? UGH HE LOVES THE PUDGE. One thing he cannot stand is how sometimes you let society's beauty standards dictate whether he should be with you, he finds it frustrating how you get lost in your head and start comparing yourself to the women you see via ig. He's always encouraged you letting you know IF your weight really bothered you then he would continue to support you by being your gym partner. Regardless please let this man continue to support you physically and emotionally because he will. The sound of the TV only served as background noise, Wakatoshi's head nestled on your tummy as your left fingers ran through his hair, your right hand holding your phone. You were scrolling through instagram a flurry of women similar in age popping up on your feed toting their tiny waist, wide hips, huge tits, and even bigger ass. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! It was Wakatoshi's dm's going off. Staring in amusement at his sleeping form you chuckled. How could he sleep through all of that? Switching into his account you figured maybe it was Tendou sending him pictures from Paris. He had tons of unopened messages from women, his requests way past 50+. The most recent sender caught your eye, your eyebrow arching up, a slight frown forming. It was from a former classmate named Hana, your memories of her unpleasant. Regardless of the fact that she knew you and Wakatoshi were together in high school she still tried to get him alone, persuading him how much of a better partner she would be instead of you. Back then Wakatoshi just ignored her blatantly telling her, "I'm with Y/N." You clicked on her profile silently gasping; you hated to admit it but she looked amazing, her pictures garnering thousands of likes and comments. Most of her profile were pics of her showing of her "natural body" from working out, the men in her comments thirsty. You tried to switch back to your account but the phone slipped causing you to quickly catch it before it hit your face. Letting out a sigh of relief you glanced at your screen semi panicked, you had just opened Hana's message. >>Wakatoshiiiiiiiii (7:35:06PM) >>Wakatoshi heeeeeeeyyyyy (7:35:10PM) >>I'm talking to you (7:35:20PM) >>I know you see my messages Toshi-kun (7:35:40PM) >>Wow you're really going to ignore me? (7:36PM) >>You're really going to ignore me for that fat bitch 🤣 (7:36:15PM) >>She doesn't' deserve you (7:36:25PM) >>You deserve to be with a REAL woman (7:36:40PM) >>Sends tit pic (7:37PM) >>Like what you see baby? (7:37:20PM) >>Let me take care of you like a real woman should (7:37:35PM)

Love? you hadn't realized Wakatoshi stir in his sleep. "O-oh Ushijima." He frowned at the use of his family name, noticing you averting his gaze. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to it's just your notifications kept going off like crazy and I thought it was Tendou sending you something-" Wakatoshi gently peeled the phone away from your hand peering at the screen, his frown deepening. He sighed typing out his reply: 'Hana, I do not appreciate you sending me such pictures and calling the love of my life, my wife, 'fat'. I suggest you take anti-harassment classes or cyber bullying classes. Don't ever reach out to me again. P.S. A real woman knows that she doesn't always have to resort to using her body to get a man." After he sent that to her, he blocked her, closed his eyes, and deeply sighed. "Ushijima, are you...are you mad at me?"

"I can never be mad at you love. Frustrated, yes. You aren't calling me by my first name or the other names you call me."

"O-oh." you nervously chuckled. He sat up pulling you against him so that you were straddling him, his hard cock pressing into your clothed pussy causing you to gasp. His hands were softly running up and down your thighs, he leaning forward so that your foreheads touched. "Y/N," his gruff baritone voice called out. "I only have eyes for you. I just wish you saw yourself the way I see you."

"I do baby! It's just that sometimes," he shifted his hips causing a delicious friction taking your breath away making it hard to concentrate. "I-I get discouraged when I see -ngh- pics like that." He was kissing the sensitive spot on your neck that he knew would make you weak, submit to his desires. His right hand was squeezing and kneading your thigh, the left gripping your ass. "You are all I need. Rolls and all. I wouldn't have it any other way." Chuckling you kissed the tip of his nose, Wakatoshi's hips never faltering in the way it rolled against your aroused cunt. "I love you Toshi." "I love you too."

Tendo Satori: There's something aesthetically pleasing when you see a big girl/guy with a skinny/lean/muscular partner 😊 It just works okay? Again I feel it in my gut that this man LOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEESSS THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQQQQQQQ WOMEN 😊 He's had to learn/adapt on his own to ignore the scrutinizing, judgmental stares due to him being a monster he has a monster cock there's no persuading me of otherwise so when he meets you being confident in your skin and owning the fact that yes you are "fat" he can't help but fall for you. ⚠️UNINTENTIONAL MANGA SPOILER⚠️ Satori becomes a chocolatier in Paris. When it comes to sex he's mid key heavy on the food play: he loves drizzling chocolate, white chocolate, whipped cream, or caramel on his partner's thighs, tits, and tummy; loves watching you squirm as you watch him slowly lick all the sticky, sweet ingredients off his favorite meal. "Ma chérie," he purred. "I made a new recipe and would love for you to try it."

"Of course love. You know I can never resist your chocolates. What's the occasion?"

"Valentine's Day is around the corner and the baker wanted me to create a small chocolate snack with a...punch." Punch? Knowing Satori he wouldn't outright tell you what that 'punch' was. "I hope you're not trying to kill me this time love."

"Never that ma douce," He kissed the top of your head as he set a saucer of small, dainty, assorted chocolate squares in front of you. "Enjoy." He smirked. Taking the milk chocolate you popped it into your mouth savoring the sweetness as it melted; you popped a dark chocolate square moaning as the sweet, strawberry jelly like custard gushed into your mouth. "Mmmmmmm mon bébé these are sooooooo goooood."

"Careful now love," He cooed with his back turned to you. "Those are aphrodisiacs." You nearly spit out the third piece you were on. Fuck it. "Is it working?" He asked shyly. You couldn't deny the embarrassing amount of wetness that was gathering in between your legs, your body heat rapidly rising. "Love?" Your quietness caused him to worry, turning around to find that you were no longer sitting at the table, your shared bedroom door slightly open. "Love?" Poking his head inside slightly he smirked to find you panting, lying on the bed naked with your legs spread, your sweet essence already dripping on the sheets. "Oh lo lo lo, so it works hmm?"

"If you don't shut up and fuck me right now Tori."

"Of course mon petit monstre."

Semi Eita: I'm not gon lie I kept overlooking this man but my gut kept going back to him. I am convinced that this man likes his women chubby 😊 Random but I saw this youtube short where they were simping over Semi's hands and I have not been the same since 🤣 His aloof nature allows him to tell people off when they disrespect you or if he feels that you are uncomfortable; however his aloofness is also his downfall sometimes 😅

Admittedly you didn't have the typical build of a body guard, standing at 5', 2" weighing at 250 pounds the academy doubted you: how can this fat chick be able to protect someone? Will she be able to withstand and withhold big crowds? You proved that despite your short height and heavy build you were strong, resilient; the academy calling you Little Ox. The academy had assigned you and 2 other male guards, Yuuji and Rito, to assist a famous band, the lead singer scoffing at you. "This puny thing is supposed to keep the crazy fans away?"

"Don't doubt her Kaku-san" your teammate Yuuji defended. "She has skill and talent, made it fair and square like the rest of us."

"Tch. Just make sure she doesn't get lost in the sea of fans." Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you took note of the shaved headed drummer named Namio, the long haired bassist Kouki and the stoic, handsome, guitarist Semi with headphones around his neck.

As the band made their way through the airport from South Korea, fans immediately swarmed towards them pushing and shoving trying to get through. One intimidating look from you and an extension of your arm caused the fans to slow down, Kaku's eyebrow raised. Yuuji flanking from the back smirked at Kaku's reaction. That reaction was short lived as you noticed an individual moving at an intense speed towards the group from your direction. "Little ox!" Yuuji yelled. Everything happened in a blur: you hit the assailant's forearm knocking the knife out of their grasp, pulled them towards you, threw them over you shoulder slamming their body down, your knee to their back twisting their arm pinning it. Everything went quiet except for the assailant's labored breathing. "Let me go! Let me go!" he screamed.

"Y-N chan! Are you ok?" Rito asked.

"I'm fine. Oi!" you gently slapped the side of the assailant's head. "I'm giving you one minute to explain yourself. After the minute is up I will break your arm."

"I'm not talking to you! You just got lucky to catch me!" Your hold on his arm tightened and twisted further as you continued to count down. "59...58...57...56...55..." the assailant screamed, cursing at how you're hurting him.

"L-let him go." Kaku pleaded. Kaku shivered at the cold, distant expression you gave him. "45...44...43...42...41...40..." She truly is a monster Kaku thought to himself.

"29...28...27...26...25"

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh! This is all Kaku's fault!"

"Oh?"

"Ever since that stupid guy announced he was dating that celebrity my sister has been so depressed! Are you really okay with one of your fans dying?!"

"Oi, did Kaku-san hold a gun to your sister's head and tell her to die? You think hurting this man will help your sister? She needs professional help. You're just trying to find someone else to blame because you don't want to help. Stop living like this." The man broke down sobbing, you sighing. "Rito -."

"Security's beside you Little Ox." Turning slightly you nodded your head easing off of the sobbing man, grateful that Rito, a man of few words, was always a step ahead.

"Y-Y/N-san-" Kaku began."

"Please refrain from intervening. That'll make my and your job easier. You asked whether I was able to protect you guys, withstand a crowd? This is enough proof right?"

"Y-yes."

"Rito! Yuuji!"

"Yes!"

"Let's continue shall we?" the walk to the van was quiet, Semi taking note of your full figure: your blazer a bit tight around your middle section, the way your love handles poked out, your ass sticking out of your black slacks. He sensed the dominant aura emanating from you the moment he laid eyes on you but found it thrilling to experience how much of a hold you had over your teammates. Semi isn't one to be submissive but he knew you could be submissive and that made the blood rush to his cock. He couldn't help as his imagination ran wild: you laying on his bed panting in all your naked glory, your tummy scrunching up, begging him to fuck you; Semi's long, thick, calloused fingers from years of playing guitar thrusting into your glistening cunt; Semi grabbing your hips slowly thrusting into you from behind as you pleaded with him to fuck you faster, harder. He needed release.

As the weeks went by Semi would observe you silently: admiring the way you carried yourself, how analytical and precise you were when it came to ensuring the venue they were performing at was safe and that no one could get through. He found himself drawn to you, falling for you. One day before a music show performance Semi found that his feelings for you were overflowing, bubbling over; that if he didn't express how he felt then and now he would go insane. Pulling you to the nearest staircase he trapped you between his arms, your eyebrow arching. "Mr. Semi, why are you trapping me in between your arms like so?"

"If I don't do this now I know I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

"What are you-"

"I like you." You could feel your face heating up as a million thoughts swept through your mind: was I that obvious? Did he catch on? I thought I was being careful with my facial expressions? Did I stare at him too long? His thumb swiped at your cheek bringing you out of your reverie. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Biting your lip, tears threatening to spill over, fists clenched, you answered. "Semi-san, if you're only teasing me then I suggest you stop. This is going too far."

"I'm not." He firmly set. Looking up you saw the unwavering emotion in his eyes. You still couldn't believe that Semi had feelings for you, he never showed the slightest bit of interest; always politely saying good morning and making sure to let you pass first, you getting a whiff of his cologne. "But I'm..." you carefully whispered.

"Huh?"

"I'm bigger than you."

"So?"

"You don't mind?"

"I could care less if you're bigger than me. I fell for you not your body." Letting a moment of silence pass he asked, "Wait...do you not like me back?"

"No, no I'm sorry. I do. I like you. A lot."

Reon Ohira: Much like Semi Semi I struggled (I wasn't trying to be biased what with the community/culture I grew up around). He's literally the fine, thin line holding one from crossing into the least likely to date a plus sized individual - it may be because the anime doesn't really focus on him 🥲 or the fact that I don't know much about him 🥲😅 If I'm wrong please tell me 😅 In regards to Reon it's a loud, low hum when it comes to him; like I feel that he would appreciate the fluffiness of a plus sized individual. He's known to be the person to calm the team down/center them so I can imagine that his partner would be a little feisty in comparison to him.

Standing in line for a funnel cake you and your husband Reon Ohira were merely enjoying each other's company, conversation ebbing and flowing smoothly. Standing on your tiptoes you pouted. "Babeeee," you whined. "What's taking so long?"

"Well hunn we're at a carnival. There's bound to be a long line for sweets." He pecked your forehead and continued to stare ahead. Taking this time your eyes slowly swept over his features: prominent brows, sharp nose, pointed ears, tanned skin, the veins snaking down his forearm, the intricate design of it on his hands always turned you on. You were about to stand on your tiptoes again to whisper something raunchy until a hard bump against your shoulder caused you to stumble. Turning quickly to catch the offender you yell out, "Hey!" Ohira, arms snaking around your plump waist already trying to steer you in, calm you down. The man turned around to stare at you blankly, phone in hand. "Maybe you should get off your phone while walking."

"Sorry. Must'n have seen ya."

"How the hell you miss my big ass?"

"Babe," Ohira hissed. The man smirked and agreed. "You're right, how could've I missed someone taking up so much space?" Ohira lengthened to full height booming, "I don't appreciate you talking to my wife like that. I understand that you have your own preferences but disrespecting my wife is unacceptable." The murmurings of the crowd caused the man to feel uncomfortable, his face turning beet red. "Tch." He swiveled around and stomped off. "Are you okay love?"

"You know I coulda handled it."

"Absolutely not. Someone disrespects you they're disrespecting me."

"Okay daddy." You smirked knowing the effect that word alone had on him. Feigning innocence you snaked your arms around Ohira's waist, making sure to press your boobs against the lower part of his chest tightly so that it would push up against him, looking up at him with doe eyes. He groaned when he saw how big your eyes were. "Behave bunny." he warned.

"What are you talking about? I am behaving." You pressed yourself tighter to him pouting, making sure to "adjust" your chest, Ohira's grip on your waist tightening. "Do I need to fuck that attitude out of you bunny? Smirking you answered with, "After we get that damn funnel cake."

[nono-bunny]

Here's something to consider: Do you think Bryke were kicked out of Netflix's LA ATLA because they were toxic during the whole set? I saw an article on Instagram saying they were fired because they were unproductive, hard to deal with, and were rude most of the time. I sincerely BELIEVE that this is what happened to cause them to leave, because of how you heard all of Mike's jerk ramblings on things (Zutara) and how he and Bryan were praised for the show. I'm thinking Bryke couldn't handle the criticism and Netflix wanted something different to the story but still wanted to keep the story of Avatar intact. Which makes you think...what could make Bryke so adamant about not wanting to change anything? Was it scenes, moments...relationships? Ever since the trailer came out, everything looks fantastic. So WHAT could be so different that made Bryke act like the way they did?

Something to think about. ;)

Thank you for the ask, some interesting points here!

So first of all, I haven't really been active on Instagram since they killed the chronological feed a couple of years ago, so I obviously have no clue what the article you're talking about is and how true it is, but. Yeah, I'd believe that lol, wouldn't be in any way out of character for what I've heard of them and for the rep they've built up over the years

As much as the guests on the podcast are constantly talking about how good at managing the show they were, you also get a very real sense of how rigid they actually are in terms of listening to other people's ideas when they go against their initial ones, even if they would make the show better. Something that really stood out to me is how many times other people are credited for all of the best parts of the show- Zuko's arc being great had nothing to do with them, Iroh's personality was different from what they initially wanted, Toph being a blind girl rather than a huge dudebro (I don't remember if he was also blind or not but like. Regardless they weren't the ones to come up with the Toph we know and love at all)... All of these are things that they've basically admitted to be changes proposed by other people, which they initially resisted. Like!!! They legitimately cannot take the credit for the show's best parts, because they're shit writers- but they have a massive ego because they've been constantly getting praise for shit they didn't do for years. Genuinely they sound like nightmares to work with!!! The cavalier way they dismiss people all the fucking time whenever they disagree with them is just. Really weird for show creators imo, and the way they keep milking the franchise even though they've long since run out of any good ideas- or, really, the ability to execute them in a way that works... Those two fuckers barely worked on anything else worth remembering/noting, so they just keep coming back to the thing that worked once and wondering why they can't get it to work again- and the answer is that they were never the reason why it worked, and they refuse to accept that

As much as I love the original show, it's also incredibly flawed and imo needed many many changes to be deserving of the perfect image it seems to have, and like? I'm genuinely hoping that the changes Netflix make are along those lines rather than like... Sensationalizing it with gratuitous violence or whatever. Zutara would be great, obviously, but... Yeah mostly I just don't want Kataang, and like. I'm being 100% serious when I say that I'm gonna wait for other people to watch the show first so I know if it happens or not, because if it does- I'm just not gonna bother with it.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Norrix, how would Martin get close to Lando after that wedding?

After Max gives Martin Lando’s phone number, Martin waits a few days because Max told him to.

Max meets up with Lando and tells him why Martin left, including showing him Martin's instagram promoting and documenting the festival he was DJing. Lando is still hesitant because he thinks Martin leaving just proved even more that Lando doesn't deserve love but he tells Max that he'd like to see Martin again.

Martin is the one to reach out after that, sending a text "so about that date? I promise I won't disappear at midnight" which does make Lando laugh, and he replies. Eventually, Martin asks to call and he explains everything. Explains how he lost track of time and had to literally run from the wedding cause he stayed an extra hour just to talk to Lando but never got his number.

Luckily, Martin has a show in London that week and Lando lives in London. Martin absolutely hounds Max with texts, trying to figure out the best date ever because he really wants this to work. He knows it'll be hard because of him travelling with his music, but Martin is prepared to work hard to make this thing work with Lando. He doesn't know exactly what there relationship will be but he knows it'll be something amazing.

Lando is wary and nervous. Dan and Max both get so many texts that Dan actually jokingly starts calling Lando their kid because of it. However they're very supportive because they know that Lando has had a hard time dating and know that he's not normally this way with people he just met, so they're worried for him too

Yet in the lead up to the date, Martin and Lando call every night just talking for hours and hours about their day and how they can't wait for the date

[ashleyfanfic]

Thank you for the NSFW recs! When you have the time, I would love to hear your favourite Jonerys slowburn fics 🔥

Oh slow burn. Alright, so full confession, I usually don't have the time for slow burn. It's infuriating sometimes because I'm like FUCKING KISS EACH OTHER and then they don't and it makes my anxiety fucking sky rocket!

BUUUUUT that isn't to say that there aren't fics out there that nail it to me. This is a small list of fics off the top of my head. Granted, most of these are modern AU because I guess, as a whole, this fandom just decided we're just gonna make them fuck right off the bat cause they both deserve it. I mean, there are a few that canon divergent - but show/book Jon/Dany deserved to fuck each other until they collapse. So, with that in mind, here they are in no particular order: (M for modern AU - C for canon divergent) Westeros' Most Eligible Bachelor by @muttpeeta - M After one too many public scandals, Prince Jon Targaryen agrees to be the new star of "Westeros' Most Eligible Bachelor." He just wants to clean up his act and change the public's perception of him as the black sheep of the family, but he might just get more than he bargained for. Enter contestant: Daenerys Targaryen. His aunt.

You Can Never Be Mine by @muttpeeta - C Jon Snow knows it's wrong to covet what his brother has. He's never begrudged Robb Stark his title or his claim as the heir to Winterfell. But when Daenerys is taken in as Lord Stark's ward and betrothed to Robb, Jon's honor is tested in a way he never expected.

Desirable Business by @dracoignisworld and @dragonanddirewolf - M - In 1960's New York, creative director Jon Snow is faced with a challenge. His new secretary Daenerys is everything he is not; kind, friendly and innocent. With her around the office, he finds it hard to distinguish between reality and his fantasies. There can be consequences to desiring someone you should not have.

Written in the Scars on This Heart by @jalenmara and @notpmahlem - M - Daenerys Targaryen, supermodel and face of House Targaryen, a rising star in the world of Fashion, is commonly known as the most beautiful woman in the world. And someone wants her dead. Jon Snow, running from the ghosts of his own past, lands the job any man would kill for— protecting her. But can he protect his own heart from her?

Where the Wild Things Are by @stilesssolo - M - Daenerys Targaryen has fought tooth and nail to get to the high-ranking position she has at Tyrell Outdoor Recreational Equipment, Inc, doing everything within her power to help the planet along the way. Jon Snow has a dog with over two million instagram followers, despite the fact that he can't figure out how to work the app to save his life. When sales drop enough to threaten Tyrell's environment-saving programs, Daenerys is determined to find influencers that can turn the tides for her company. And she has her eye on Jon. Or, well— technically, Ghost.

Her Life, Her Death by magicmoon11 - C - Swayed by the powerful words of a dying queen, Stannis Baratheon takes in baby Daenerys Targaryen as his ward. In the North, Eddard Stark is ordered to raise Jon Snow to wed and dishonor the Targaryen princess, by bringing bastard blood into her line, and ending the Dragons forever. Across the continent, and across the Narrow Sea, the wheel continues to turn, and the Great Game commences. Thus begins a series of events that would change the fate of Westeros forever. Familial relationship between gruff Stannis and his ward. Eventual Jon x Dany.

The Oasis - @fierypen37 - M - With uptight and stressed CEO Daenerys Targaryen's regular masseur on leave, she has to make do with the replacement Jon Snow. Relaxation is not something she can find with his hands on her. Too bad he doesn't feel the same. Except unbeknownst to her, he definitely does. When a threat on her life pushes them together, they must both learn to deal with their growing feelings.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Perfect Chance - Tyler Bate x Reader

Finally got around to finishing the Reader x Tyler Bate fic I had started a while back. 

Prompt: I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you

EDITED IN: TAG LIST @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

I do love my Big Strong Boi <3 

Y/N = Your Name Y/F/N = Your Full Name Y/P/N = Your Partial Name (for instance, i used Anna to write, so it was An-Anna)

Not sure if the perceived Relationships that he has had with Toni and Liv are true, but for this purpose we are saying yes. 

WARNINGS: Verbal Abuse (Brad Maddox is/was a jerk yall), Self-doubt, body conscious 

Austin mentioned = Creed; Ember, Tyler, Etore and Creed are friends I strive to have yall.

Let me know if you’d read a part 2!

(divider)

February 2017

First, it was all compliments and the unending love that I felt.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“You’re absolutely amazing, you know?”

“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Then came the backhanded compliments…

“We’re perfect together.”

“You’ll never find another guy out there like me. Hah.”

“You’re really lucky to have landed me, you know?”

Then the compliments turned to criticisms.

“You should lose a few pounds… or twenty. Make you look better.”

“Your hair needs to be longer, get some extensions or something.”

“Show some more cleavage, would you? I want other guys knowing what I got.”

And the criticisms to pure insults.

“I don’t want you sitting on my lap—you’re fat!”

“God you’re ugly—put some more make up on or something!”

“What the hell did I ever see in you? You’re pathetic!”

The sucker punch came when I saw him kissing another girl backstage- one of the audio techs. It was the last straw, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Austin told me to move on, Tyler said I deserved better; Ember wanted to knock him out for me and Etore tried to get my mind off of it.

Off of him.

Of Brad.

The worst mistake of my life. The mistake that took up 15 months of my life. 15 months I’ll never get back.

The only thing is—how do you move on from something like that?

He made me feel loved and desired.

Then he made me feel unworthy of such affection. Made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved; that I didn’t deserve to be happy.

So here I am now, four months later. I had managed to get myself lost in work, to keep my mind occupied, but that only lasts for so long. Now? It’s February… February fourteenth. All I see are happy couples walking the halls of Full Sail, or in pictures on Instagram and twitter. Happy little ‘I love you’s and words of affection.

Sighing to myself, I shook my head and tried to focus on the outfit in front of me. Ember accidentally tore one of the seams on her outfit last week but hadn’t realized it until she wore it earlier on. Taking a deep breath, I stitched the small tear quick and easily, snipping off excess thread and then folding them neatly for my friend.

“Uhm, excuse me? Could—”

The sudden voice caused my heart-rate to skyrocket as I jumped in surprise, My hand went over my heart as I glanced behind me to find the owner to the voice—only for my once racing heart to freeze entirely.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized, giving me a small smile.

“N-no, it’s alright. I just—I didn’t… Uh… Can I help you—with… something?” I asked awkwardly, tripping over my own words.

“I was hoping so. My last match, I noticed the seam was starting to unravel… on my trunks? Could you fix that? I’d really rather not be wrestling mid-match and them fall off.”

“That would be highly embarrassing,” I frowned, before nodding,” Yeah—I can do it. Er… sew it, real quick.”

“Thank you, here—let me grab them out of my bag real quick…”

“This isn’t fair…” I thought, sighing inwardly,” Cute… accent to die for… nice… Probably in a happy, caring relationship with some—”

“Here we go,” he smiled, handing the black trunks over to me; I felt my face heat up just slightly, but ignored the shiver than ran down my spine.

“Just… give me a moment… I can have these done real quick.”

“Not a problem, love. As long as I have them before my match.”

“Right…”

“Tyler—Tyler Bate.” He held out a hand, waiting patiently with that adorable smile on his face, causing my heart-rate to skyrocket again.

“Uh… Y/P/N—Y/N. Y/L/N. Y/F/N,” I replied, reaching out and shaking his hand.

JUNE 19th 2018

Almost a year and a half. 16 months to be exact. 16 months that Tyler Bate had been on my mind; that I had tried, and failed, multiple times to get him out of my mind. I tried focusing on work, on all the alterations I needed to make to active-roster outfits, fixes to any broken seams… but in doing so, all I heard was the work gossip that floated around endlessly.

“Did you see them together? They’re cute!”

“Right, Liv is interesting. Different that I’d imagine Bate be with.”

“Too pretty, kinda. I don’t know…”

“Maybe so. Out of left field though—just like that time he was with Toni.”

“Must have a thing for blondes.”

Without meaning to, my eyes floated to the strand of hair that was hanging in front of my face. The brown hair seemingly mocking me. Taking a deep breath, I tucked it behind an ear and attempted to keep the U.K superstar out of my thoughts. I knew it was going to be inevitable, running into Tyler today. Hunter had asked if Id be able to go to London for the next tournament show. It was a chance to visit the beautiful country, immerse myself in the rich culture—and torture myself with a secret crush.

So here I was, at Royal Albert Hall, assisting the UK Brand creative department with everyone’s outfits. Right now I was busy, extremely focused on the outfit in my hands. Not only did I have to focus on doing all the stitches correctly; I had to keep myself professional—ensure no mis-stiches. Why?

The jacket belonged to none other than—

“Hey, are you finished yet?”

My head jerked up in surprise and felt like my thoughts had been read—but the innocent slight smile on Toni’s face told me otherwise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“N-no… it’s—uh,” I felt myself stuttering,” Almost finished. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll come back later.”

“R-right. Thanks.”

I watched with bated breath as she walked away, not daring to take another breath of air until Toni Storm was no longer in sight. Shaking my head in attempts to clear it, I looked down to refocus on the small sequin I was hand stitching.

“Why’s he gotta like blondes?” I muttered under my breath with a small pout,” Nothin’ special about them.”

“Are you talking to yourself now, love?”

The sudden proximity of his voice, the fact he could—probably already did—know I was talking about Toni. About him.

I jumped out of my skin, the needle going straight through the fabric and into my skin.

“Dammit!” I cried, dropping everything to the desk and clutching my finger as the blood slowly began to pool.

“Bloody hell, I’m sorry love—here—” Tyler frowned, taking the towel from his shoulder and instantly putting it to my finger to stop the blood,” Oi—hey there! Grab a medic kit, will ya?” The passing backstage tech nodded before quickly walking off to find said kit.

“Did I get any blood on—” I panicked, reaching with my free hand for Toni’s jacket.

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll wash off if you did. Toni won’t mind, believe me.”

I had to choke back a scoff—of course he would know if she would mind. Suddenly my eyes landed once more on the towel, and I became hyper aware that he was holding my hand so delicately. Instinctively, I tried to pull it away, only for Tyler’s grip to slightly tighten, his gaze finding mine.

“You’ll be fine. Just a small pin prick,” Tyler smiled to me, as the tech came up to us with the kit and Tyler gave him a nod of thanks. I watched in silence, unable to even form a thought to voice; ever so gently, Tyler brought out a small alcohol wipe and after moving the white towel, dabbed at the bloody spot on my finger causing me to hiss and recoil instinctively. Again, his grip tightened, but not uncomfortably so, and he looked at me apologetically.

“Sorry love, had to clean it real quick.” With a silent nod, Tyler unpackaged the band-aid before gently wrapping it around my finger.

“There… all better,” Tyler smiled to me, causing a blush to cover my cheeks. In an attempt to hide it, I ducked my head.

“Now that you don’t have any pointy objects in your hand,” Tyler chuckled, turning his attention back to me,” How have you been Y/N? Good I hope?”

My head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise.

“Something wrong love?”

“N-no, no. Sorry… I just… I honestly didn’t think you’d remember my name. I mean… we only interacted for like… three minutes… over a year ago…”

“Well, yeah… but you’re a difficult woman to forget,” Tyler smiled and I felt my heart constrict.

“Y-yeah, I… I know…” Looking down, I began to pick at my shirt, my one hand grazing the side of my pant leg,”… Gotta loose some weight…”

“What? No- no, love—” Tyler shook his head, reaching out and gently grabbing my hands, holding both with his own; one hand traveled up my arm to cup my chin, raising my eyes to his own. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach go wild at the look of concern in his blue eyes.

“What makes you say something like that? You’re perfect—”

“Not perfect enough,” I mutter, my eyes flicker once more to the ground, only for the soft touch on my chin to lift my gaze once more.

“Whoever made you think that… They’re wrong. How they could even—” Tyler stopped short, shaking his head and took a deep breath, as if collecting himself. Looking into my eyes once more, I felt his fingers gently sweep a lock of hair behind my ear; Tyler seemed to be searching for the words to say, but what could be said?

“I-It’s fine, Tyler,” I shook my head, slowly pulling from his grip and taking a step back,” I’ve—I’ve accepted it… no one… no one will love me…” My voice grew softer and softer, until it broke at the very end. Taking a breath, I grabbed Toni’s jacket, careful of the needle hiding within somewhere. I busied myself with finishing stitching the sequin on, aware that Tyler was still standing behind me. As I finished the stitch, reaching for the next- Tyler’s hand slowly, gently reached with me, his hand landing on-top mine.

“Y/N… I…” Tyler started, before easing the jacket out of my grip and turning me back to face him. The look of pain, discomfort lacing his features,” I don’t know who… how—” He took a deep breath, composing himself again, before continuing,” I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you. You are… perfect— I wish you could see it. See what I see every time I look at you. I would call myself lucky if I had even a chance with you—I mean… maybe… maybe you could give me a chance to prove how perfect you are? Give me a chance to love you like you deserve?”

My heart dropped and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just–?

“Are—are you… asking me out?”

“Rather, asking you to be my girlfriend,” Tyler smiled,” But I would like to take you do dinner, before you left back to the States.”

I could feel it—deep within my bones—the fight or flight instincts trying to kick in.

He’s just going to use you.

It’ll be just like with Brad.

Don’t trust him.

Then my eyes focused, looking straight into his baby blue eyes, and I knew.

I had to believe.

Believe in him.

Believe in the possibility—of happiness. Of love.

“Yes.”

I could see his whole body relax with my answer, a bigger smile crossing his face. It was only contagious though, as I too began to smile.

“If there’s time after the show, we can grab a bite to eat. I’ve got to finish getting ready for my match tonight.”

“Best of luck tonight, you and Trent. UE wont know what hit them,” I smiled, blushing as Tyler caressed my cheek; my heartbeat quickened as I saw him lean towards me, before I felt his lips on my other cheek. The mustache tickled a little, but the gesture, innocent and romantic all the same, caused another smile to cross my face.

This was the perfect chance for happiness. For love.

[sunshineapparition]

mb interview

hii, i've put together a rough transcript of things Mosbank said in the LoveCast interview, please go watch it, everyone was sweet and lovely, but maybe it'll be useful for some

i might do the same for their most recent live interview just cause there might be new info

SunsetxVibes

'very spicy', but it won't be like Big Dragon; it'll be romantic and sexy

separated into two parts - Thai Old Period and Present time; the Old Period will also show more about Thai culture and build the story

the mystery (Phaya Naga) in the last scene from the trailer is supposed to give wealth and prosperity, so…

they've answered this almost everywhere but - for Bank, Lin is more him than Yai, he thinks that Lin is little bit stupid, but cute, clumsy, trusting, less angsty, just like he is, and Yai to him was more of a grown up (was he really xd..)

for Mos - Mangkorn was closer to him, much easier to portray, and Sun is 30yrs old and so he has to look and act more mature (in Paris Bank said that he thinks Mos will do well because many things Sun does for Lin, Mos does for Bank)

more subtle sexy than showing off sexy

now this interview was recorded I believe in August and Bank said the workshop will be at the end of the month

(however I still believe the trailer won't be until Jan 2024, though I want it now xd I also want everyone to work really hard on the series, not only that MB deserves it, but the culture as well)

the author of the novel said few days ago the english version is coming soon btw!

Big Dragon

basically nothing was said; not surprised

i will dig into the other interview just for the movie actually

Club Friday the Series

Bank again said don't watch his series (however I loved his performance, I think he shouldn't be ashamed, quite otherwise, and I found it much more interesting than Mos' one, he was also great, but I love toxic drama xd)

Bank is playing a very mature character, sexyy scenes and all

Mos is the opposite, young, straight and great partner

at first they didn't want to accept the offer - they thought they wouldn't be good enough compared to their bigger co-actors (Saiparn,..), but now they feel that it helped them become better

AcadeX

focuses on equality a lot

it'll be different from the pilot

SH wanna like make a bang with it as there aren't many thai fantasy/supernatural movies

international actors will join this movie too, out of SH

also Mos talks about it like he's in it but I'm not sure, right now he's not

Misc.

they were really nervous but excited about the Pride parade; their idea was to show people, help people understand (some people from the provinces, far from big cities, didn't even know about the Pride) - Bank inspired his mom and she would like to join next year

their concept was 'love is pure' - hence they white and the wings (Bank dressed as fairy)

name Bank is too popular in Thailand - so he went to the fortune teller; and then tried it in instagram first to check if there are any accounts

Mos' real name is Modt, it turned to Mos because of his grandparents pronouncing the name with different accent - then Bank helped him with Moslhong

while modeling - Bank disliked dressing up just for jobs, he didn't feel like he had his own identity, now he wants to be himself

they've been taking dancing classes and Bank said he grew up with 1D

chemistry game - they nailed it

the future in 3 words - Bank 'thank you, sorry, see you soon' and Mos 'grown up, developed, six-packs'

[defcravings]

idol secrets  jb Got7 - Part III

w/c : 4.1k

pairing : jb x reader 

genre : fluff, suggestive 

synopsis : life has to go back to normal for y/n, breakup or not. when jb sees y/n getting attention from another male idol it touches a nerve. he's desperate to talk to her, will she listen or has he ruined it for good?

the next few days were insufferable. the demand to go back to normal life while your world is in a state of limbo is something you couldn’t fathom. you hadn’t heard from jb in days but the life of an idol waits for no one. you had rehearsals all morning, meetings in the afternoon, evening rehearsals. recordings the next day, guest appearances on radio shows to talk about your recent win. all of which had to be done with a smile. and for the first time in a long time, you had no reason to smile. how could you? initially all you were doing was checking your phone, his activity on instagram, the boys instagrams. radio silence. nothing. like he’d just disappeared from social media. leaving you to make your own scenarios with no confirmation. was he doing the same? checking your instagram 40 times a day, reading old texts? probably not. 

day 5 and no message from jb. the compulsive need to check your phone was lessening, possibly from the new album you were recording being all consuming, or maybe you had just got tired of the disappointment. the girls tried to keep you distracted partly because the job demanded it but mostly because they hated seeing you like this. they’d show you funny tiktoks, tweets from Roses, anything to make you smile. you didn't want to let them down, it wasn’t their fault that your love life was turning to shit before your very eyes. they worked so hard to make this dream come true, they deserve this success more than anyone. so you'd put on a face for them. for as long as you had to. 

‘what’s the schedule for tomorrow?’ Ara said as she wiped off her makeup. the dorm was the only safe haven, the walls of the room harboured all of the groups secrets. you'd all talk about your families, your dreams, crushes, fears. you trusted the girls with your life and visa versa. ‘we have rehearsals tomorrow at 8am, then meeting with wardrobe for our dance practice video, then Weekly Idol dance battle again’ fuck. ‘I thought we weren’t going to that?’ Mina questioned. my thoughts exactly! ‘they changed the time so we could record for album, our manager sent the email about it last week..’ Ara replied, looking between you and Mina. ‘and that ladies and gentlemen, is why I should be checking my phone..’ you thought. you stayed staring at your hands nervously gripping each other. ‘you’re going to have to face him at some point y/n’ Ara said looking at you, her eyes soft and worried. you nodded sheepishly, knowing it was true. ‘we will all be there.. we have your back’ Mina said rubbing her hand on your back. ‘just pretend he's not there, he doesn’t deserve your attention after he did that’ she continued. you wanted to agree, he didn’t deserve your attention.. but all you wanted was for him to give you his attention. ‘we’d never leave you to eat noodles on your own..’ Ara said placing her hand on your knee, causing everyone to laugh. you knew this would be so much harder if you didn't have your friends with you. 

the hours between going to sleep and waking up are never long enough but when you have a day like this today, it really didn’t feel long enough. you did what you had to do, you practiced the routines for your new album, you went to the wardrobe fitting. granted that was always your favourite thing to do even when you didn’t feel up to it. they'd picked out some outfits for your dance practice filming as well as something for Weekly Idol consisting of baggy jeans, strapless black top and arm warmers. very you. there was a bustle in the dressing room from the members and staff, all excited to see you all in your outfits. you fished your phone out of your bag while everyone was still getting ready, you opened Instagram to see Jackson had uploaded a story. you hesitantly pressed to view it, as expected it was a video of bambam dancing- you smiled, you missed hanging out with them. your eyes narrowed, in the back you could see him. it was jb standing with a girl. could be completely innocent you thought. but the big smile plastered on his face said otherwise. you didn’t recognise her, she didn’t look like staff, or from a group that was on the show.. your mind was running wild. was this the real reason he broke it off? or is she giving him the free relationship he wanted? the one you couldn’t? 6 months for what? your mood switched, the feeling of dread turned to drive. you were going to weekly idol, and you were going to show him that you didn’t care. he didn’t care to message you, you didn’t care to be in the same room as him. no more crying over this man. 

you all arrived on set, a lot of the groups were already there. as per contracts you weren’t allowed to mingle with other groups prior to filming so you were lead to your designated green room. the girls had all seen the instagram story and had the same reaction; who was she? what’s going on? all of which you'd already tried to answer yourself but couldn’t. ‘girls whatever we think, we act professional. agreed?’ Mina said casting a stern look between all of us. ‘is a slap professional?’ Ara laughed. ‘no I agree, I don’t care what he's doing. we do this for Roses. yes?’ you chime in, almost believing your own words. before anyone could say another word a man clutching a clip board in one hand a coffee in the other entered the room. ‘right ladies we are ready for you’ he said using his clipboard to motion us out the room. with one last look in the mirror we all headed out in single file in true ‘one of us has been betrayed fashion.’

as we enter the main studio you see that most of the other groups have already been brought through and were waiting. the desperation to look round the room and find him was overwhelming, but you kept your eye line straight ahead, following the lead. you all took your seats, you sat on the end. the chatter in the room made it much more bearable this time. everyone seems a lot less nervous. you feel a gentle tap on the shoulder, you look over to see Hyunjin of Stay Kids smiling back at you. it catches the rest of Ro5es attention along with Stray Kids and you greet each other with a smile and bow amongst some low chatter and pleasantries. ‘we wanted to catch you all after the MNET awards, you were amazing’ Bangchan says on the behalf of the group. ‘oh thank you, it was a crazy night, we crashed straight away’ Ara laughed, the rest of us just nodding along. your eyes revert back to Hyunjin who's eyes hadn’t left yours. immediately looking back to bangchan who was still making conversation with the rest of the girls ‘wait you’re still living in the dorm?’ Felix interrupts. no idea how this came up? ‘yeah but we are looking for apartments but no luck so far’ Mina continues. ‘well hyunjin is wanting to move out of his, you should check it out, its not far from YG’ Bangchan says motioning to Hyuinjin to looked like he had only just tuned into the conversation. ‘right, yeah I am. come by anytime’ he said sharing his gaze between the girls until he stops on you. this look lasted not long, but enough time for you to notice in you peripheral a figure looking over at you. your eyes re focus on the figure. jb. how long had he been looking at you? when did he even get here? was he there the whole time? his face looked serious, more serious than you'd ever seen. even when he was breaking up with you. and that's saying something..

your thoughts were interrupted by the host clapping to get everyones attention. the once chattering voices turned into a low lull and then silence, all focus being pulled to the same point. the introductions and plan for the show might as well have not been said, you couldn’t focus.. you hadn’t seen jb in a week, hadn’t heard from him since you broke up. could you even say you broke up, were you ever together really? ‘not now’ you thought to yourself. snapping back your focus as the hosts do their introductions to the cameras and one by one the groups around us do their signature intros garnering a clap from the spectators and groups alike. working their way round the room until it was our turn, you stand up in unison and smile and wave at the camera tunefully saying our intro. you sheepishly take your seat and cast a low look over to where the tension resides. over to jb, who's eyes were sharp and serious. even when doing the got7 intro, his demeanour never changed. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, this was painful. was he going to look furious the whole time? at what? ‘I should be the angry one’ you thought to yourself. 

the games commenced, one by one a song by another group present started playing- a member from each of the remaining groups scrambling to the centre of the room to complete the dance (hysterically) to gain points. The room would erupt into laughter every time, especially when the boy groups would put on their best performance of the girls’ songs. no matter how funny you thought it was, you couldn't help but cast a look over to jb every now and again, never meeting his eye line. he was avoiding you. obviously too. which was only frustrating you more and more. 

‘okay! good job everyone, I don't think we’ve ever had a group execute ‘POP’ quite like that, well done Felix’ the host laughed, being echoed by the rest of Stray Kids. ‘RO5ES, you guys are working on your first album, can you show us anything you've been working on?’ the host queried, looking between you all as you smiled. ‘we’ve just recorded our dance practice for one of our songs, we’d love to show you that!’ Ara beamed, clasping her hands together. ‘OH!! yes yes yes, come on!’ the other host corralled. one by one you all began to stand up and take your formations, this was the first time you'd performed it in front of anyone who wasn’t staff or you manager. and in front of other professionals seemed like the worst possible audience to perform in front of. while you desperately tried to rationalise your thoughts the music began to play, the intro slowly building up until it was time. the energy of the song was stronger than your debut single, it made you all feel powerful. Mina started off the song, her vocals crisp and clean coupled with her hard hitting dancing. the song felt like mere seconds before it was your turn to begin the chorus. you hitched your breath, a million thoughts running through your mind all in a second. ‘is he watching? what's he thinking? why wouldn't he look at me?’ but there was no time to conclude an answer, you began to sing the chorus as the girls gathered round you in formation waiting for the dance break. if you were going to perform any song today, thank god it was this one. you needed some strength here. 

a roar of applause and cheers from the surrounding groups filled the room as you finished in your positions. you made your looks at the camera before returning to your clear exhaustion. you all thanked everyone and took your seats. ‘wow wow! amazing!’ one host said, his mouth agape. ‘yes amazing, what did you all think?’ he said turning our attention to the groups behind us. ‘I mean it was incredible, you all work so well together!’ Bangchan began, followed by Felix ‘we loved it, couldn't stop watching’ he said nudging Hyunjin who looked like someone had just been brought back from the dead before his very eyes. snapping back to, he laughed ‘yes very good’ causing the room to erupt with laughing at his bland statement contradicting the look on his face seconds ago. ‘got7 you've been doing this for a long time, have you ever seen a performance like that?’ the second host questioned. they all looked at each other for a second, deciding who was going to speak. finally after what felt like hours of deliberation, Jackson spoke up. ‘yeah we loved it, especially this bit’ he said as he leapt out his chair and threw his arm over jb’s shoulder and rolled his body down to his feet causing a loud laugh from the rest of the boys. but all you could look at was jb, his face cold looking and sharp. his eyes move over to you, your body goes cold. how does he have that effect with only his eyes. Jackson returns to his seat as the room mellows down again. you're still looking at him, his gaze has returned to the camera then down at his feet. you can't work out what he's thinking, he doesn’t give much away as it is.. but now you really have no idea. 

‘AND CUT! okay thank you everyone, good job today!’ he director shouts. you look back at the girls, they’re already looking at you. ‘ignore him, what's his problem?’ Ara retorts. she's mad. as are you. ‘yeah ignore him. but should we take a look at Hyunjin’s apartment? please! I can't live in that tiny dorm any longer. my clothes need their own room!’ Mina pleaded, pulling you all over to where Stray Kids are still sat. the boys attention turns to you all awkwardly stood in front of them. ‘um, would you mind us looking at your apartment?’ Mina begins. hyunjin looks like his desperately trying to find his words. ‘um yeah! yeah let me get your numbers and we can sort something out!’ he said pulling his phone out his back pocked. you all do the same, opening up your contacts and typing in his number. before you could type his number in he pulls your phone out your hand and into his. you look behind you, the girls are all facing away whispering about their schedule and when this is going to happen. the same with the boys, no one seems to be watching. he finishes typing and swings the phone back to face you, looking down at you with a low stare. your eyes dart between his left and right, trying to never let them settle. ‘I'll text you’ he said releasing the phone back into your hand. ‘yeah okay just let us know..’ you said nervously. ‘no. ill text you.’ he said, emphasising the you. oh. you take a step back, garnering the girls attention. ‘thank you, see you later’ Mina said, initiating a bow from us and them. hyunjin didn't bow, his eyes were locked on yours. 

as you turn around you begin to relax. shit that was tense. the girls are walking ahead of you, clearly excited that they firstly; might have found an apartment. secondly; that they just got hyunjin from Stray Kids number. they're excitement turning them into little school girls. you looked down at your phone as you followed them a few steps behind. your contacts were already open. the forefront page ‘hyunjin x’ so that's what he was doing.. before you could even lock your phone you we spun in the opposite direction and pushed into a closing door. your eyes not knowing where you were, desperately trying to relocate. the grip on your arm loosened allowing you to relax a little, you lifted your head up to see a very stern jb looking back at you. your heart sank, he was  so close. immediately you were taken back to that day at the restaurant. you hadn’t seen that look anywhere else. and with that look came upset and heartache. what did he want? 

‘you enjoying yourself?’ he questioned, his eyes so intimidating it would make a grown man question himself. his tone didn’t have the same positivity as the words he was saying.. it was a loaded question. ‘what do you mean?’ you replied, very quietly. like that fear had made that the loudest you could speak. his gaze narrowed, like he was shocked at what you said. you braced yourself, not knowing what he was going to say or do. ‘we broke up a week ago and you're getting someone else’s number in front of me. do you think that's funny?’ he said, his voice getting slightly louder. you furrowed your brow in confusion, you knew that wasn’t what was happening, so how could he think that? ‘we are going to view his apartment! he's moving. jb are you serious?!’ you reply, getting equally as frustrated. ‘you think im stupid? he was staring at you all day, you think he wants you to come and view his apartment? are you that stupid?’ he retorted. that hurt.. he’d never insulted you before. your anger disbursed into hurt, plastering a look of disappointment onto your face. ‘thanks jb. are you done now?’ you said mustering up everything inside of you to stay calm. he took a step back running his hands through his hair before placing his hands in his pockets. ‘what are you doing..?’ he questions, his tone calmer. ‘im working jb, im trying to work without this being a problem but you're making it really fucking hard when youre staring at me all the time, dragging me into room to shout at me for stuff I haven’t even done!’ you say starting to get angry again. ‘y/n you're acting like this has been easy for me. I hate seeing you. I hate seeing you and knowing that even afterwards I can't see you’ he says, eyes starting to get tearful. ‘you ended it with me! what do you expect me to do! Im not begging for you back when you ended it!’ you begin to raise your voice. jb’s attention turns to the door.. footsteps. ‘shit’ he whispers. you hear them too. they're getting closer. 

jb strides towards you, grabbing your arm with one hand and clasping his other over your mouth as he drags your over to the other side of the room. quickly pulling open a cupboard door and backing your stunned body into it and closing it behind you. your once illuminated faces now engulfed in darkness, only the light of the room coming through the crack in the door. he's looking through the gap, eyes intensely locked on what's going on outside. you should have been scared. you too should have been looking out there. but your eyes were locked on the silhouette of his face, the tip of his nose gaining most of the light, just enough hitting the colour of his eyes and the outline of his lips. his breathing didn’t seem phased, meanwhile yours felt low and laboured. granted his hand was still over your mouth but the fact that you were now in a very tightly confined space with jb was probably the main factor. the footsteps had reached a stop. his eyes flicked back to you, like he was trying to figure out if you were thinking the same thing as him. if it was ‘oh fuck’ then yes, yes you were. the handle of the office door began to turn downwards followed by the door opening fully. once again... oh fuck. ‘did I leave the lights on?’ you heard a familiar voice say. it was the director from earlier. without a second thought he flicked them off and closed the door. earning a sigh of relief from both you and jb. he released his hand from your mouth and let in trail down your shoulder a touch. you couldn’t tell if that was intentional or if the lack of space was just really doing you a favour. 

the silence continued. this time in complete darkness. ‘so.. should we get out?’ you whisper. you can feel him in front of you, his tall frame over you making your knees feel like they could buckle at any given moment. ‘we could.. or’ he finally said, trailing of his words as you felt the air between you two close. his hands once again returning to your face, cupping it delicately. his lips met yours as you both took and euphoric breath in. your arms trail up his front to reach his neck and clasp them behind his head. your bodies and mouths so in sync with each other moving in perfect time. letting him take the lead was usually how it went, but this kiss felt different. it was still filled with anger and betrayal. progressively getting more and more heated, within an instant he lifted you up; wrapping your legs around him, gripping onto the door for stability. he had one hand wrapped around your waist and the other under your legs. dangerous territory. how did you go from arguing to this? and if every argument was going to end like this, you'd never say sorry. the fury and passion of the kiss turned to a tender more meaningful moment. slow and careful. he began to lower you down, finding your feet on the ground again, adjusting your connection to the new height. gently he pulls away, you didn’t want it to be over. if it was over there was a risk of going back to how this were. him ignoring you. you being broken and putting on a face. ‘that was close..’ he uttered between breaths. you'd forgotten that someone almost found you two. you wondered if he was referring to that or if something else was too close. because if so.. you felt the same. ‘oh yeah.. too close’ you said, delicately adjusting your top. ‘that too..’ he whispered, laughing slightly. great minds think alike. 

you chucked back, knowing full well what he was thinking about. silence fell on your little cupboard of safety. seconds felt like an age. you slowly pushed the cupboard door open, letting in what little light was in the room into the small space. you stepped out into the cooler air- it had got hot in there. you sat down on one of the tables that centred the room. jb limply took his seat on the table opposite. you just stared at each other, like you'd already exchanged all your words. ‘I should get back; the girls will be wondering where I've got to’ you said in a whisper, as though you were still in the cupboard. ‘I told the boys to keep them busy..’ he said with an obnoxious smirk on his face. he knows all too well what he's doing. 

‘so.. will you see me tomorrow?’ he continued, like he was dying to ask this question all along. you hesitated for a moment. ‘to talk about what?’ you questioned, softly. ‘I don't care if its a secret or public, I can't be without you..’ he says looking long into your eyes. earning a small smile from you, reflecting on his face. you push yourself off the table and lazily walk over to him, arms swinging down by your sides; playfully avoiding eye contact. you stop a few feet away from him, teasing the distance. he lets out a humorous puff of air from his nose, looking at you like you're taunting him. he reaches out and grabs your waist with both of his hands and pulls you into the space between his legs quicker than you can even think. the space between you is resemblant of the cupboard, even in this big space you feel the air is tight. ‘don't mess with me’ he said, low and sultry. ‘id never’ you respond, closing the distance between your lips for a few seconds. never touching. a his eyes begin to close, preparing to ease himself into the kiss; you quickly pull out his light grip of your hips and open the door; closing it behind you. jb opens his eyes quickly, seeing you on the other side of the door. his arms still stuck in the position he was holding you in but now a funny betrayed look plastered on his face. you'd never felt so smug, leaving him sat there. you raise your hand and give him a little wave before turning heels and walking back to the dressing room.

you’ll see him tomorrow. 

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im back! sorry its been so long, life has been so busy this year. wasn’t really in the headspace to write for a long time, but I really enjoyed writing this. hope you all enjoyed too!

lmk if there's anything else you'd like me to write in-between parts <3

love u x

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I think it's important to learn the difference between being strong and just being controlling. There was nothing pretty about E's and EmR 's relationship. No matter how many fans try to romanticize it. Maybe it was difficult for E to identify controlling behavior when he was in a relationship with EmR. Maybe that's why he considered her strong and thought what he had was true love. It's easy to justify controlling behaviour as a sign of caring or love for you. It's important to remember that controlling behaviour is not love, It's about power and manipulation. I'm not a psychologist but this is just an observation. I honestly get frustrated when some are glorifying EmR and think she's this charming kind girl. I'm mostly talking about Twitter and Instagram. Maybe she's someone you can have a good time with, but we need to look deeper into someone's character because I sometimes feel that some fans want this relationship to happen again. Say if the domestic case didn't come out in 2013. Say if those people from the hotel didn't call the police that night-would people be knowing that E was in an abusive relationship? And since E never talked about it, that would make him a silent victim as well. At least now he doesn't walk around with mysterious black spots and scars on his face. EmR's aunt is someone who's powerful in Hollywood so she can debunk every negative publicity said about her niece. She's also good friends with Ryan, so it's easy for her niece to get lead roles in his shows when she has these kind of connections. Some consider EmR's roles as iconic when all she basically does is act the same every time. E however, has something that not many actors in Hollywood have these days and that is that he can actually ACT. He worked his way up and even though he's an incredible actor- he still takes acting lessons. He respects his craft and works incredibly hard to give his best performance and to become one with the characters he's playing. That's what I consider acting and being an actor. And people should stop assuming he's miserable all the time and that he desperately needs someone in his life right now or that he has to be matched with someone. He's an introvert and he's in the public eye with social anxiety. Being an introvert myself - we always have to recharge our battery to be social again because it can be draining. We like calmness and being alone from time to time. About the wedding videos: he was having a good time- away from the pressure, away from the public eye- just enjoying a non-celebrity event with close friends where he could be himself. He was smiling and had that spark. That's the E I know. It's all about the environment he's in and the people he's surrounded with that makes him blossom as a person. And since we're obsessed with his love life haha- I personally do not believe in tarot readings cause I believe it's all about the right timing and that what's meant to happen will happen. Let him figure out what he wants and when he wants it, as long he's taking care of himself and realises he deserves more and how worthy he is. He's been through a lot. Relationships can be so overrated and sometimes deciding to stay single is the best one can do because it let's you rediscover yourself and makes you realize what you want and don't want in life. We don't know with who he'll end up with, but what what we do know is that he deserves someone that's gonna treat him the right way instead some trophy instead. People in the industry described him as one of the nicest people so when I read hate comments about him, it incredibly angers me. There are so many assholes in Hollywood, yet people come after one of the sweetest, most humble guy that is minding his own business and just doing his job.

whew! thank you anon. very well-put <3

[andreabaideas]

Djats review of non fans aka my Dad part II

Dad reviewing things: Daisy Jones and the Six part II 

Warning : my father lacks of filter and takes no bullshit, so brace yourselves for hard truths said by an older man almost at his sixties , sorry 59 XD 

Context : My mom and me forced my dad into reading and watching Djats....

AN = Authors note. // ?! = What?!! i dont agree.

Let's continue with the series rating : 7/10. 

*AN : I was surprised he liked It way better than the book tbh. 

He liked : 

- Faster pace than the book, It doesn't get boring.

- The interviews are far less used, "thank God for that."

- This story works better as a show cause IS very visual and sound centered. 

- The music , "Songs are total bangers not like that shitty urban music heard everywhere". 

- The songs are great, unlike their book counterparts, they felt like "Fleetwood Mac songs right?" XD. 

- The photography, the clothes and the vibe felt aunthentic (He remembers most of It, he was a kid). 

- Daisy's Cast. He said that she looked just how he imagined Daisy in the book. Very pretty and very talented as actress. Also her voice IS angelical. 

- He found Daisy to be very cheeky funny and likeable, even more than in the book, even if he liked her a lot in the book too, he said she was a "show not tell" type of character and she is imposible to stop watching in the show. 

- Billy's Cast. He said Finnick's (as my father knows Sam Claflin XD) singing is wonderfull and he looked like the 70's rock stars. Like a mix between Jim Morrison and Lindsey Buckingham!! XD. 

- Billy IS worse than the book (affectionately), he said that he seems to be portrayed the way he probably truly IS when unseen by her daughter. 

"Only reedeming qualities are that he IS played by Finnick , his singing voice and that awesome chemistry with Daisy" *AN: Dad his name is Sam Claflin " That surname Its too difficult he keeps the Finnick name" *AN : I tried. Daniel Radcliffe keeps being Harry Potter and Robert Pattinson Edward (Cullen) so XD. 

- Daisy's and Billy's chemistry. "They seemed to either want to fuck or strangle each other all the time" and were "entertaining to watch". 

- Daisy and Billy's relationship IS "physical which IS more realistic, I like It". 

- Simone Cast and her story changes , that "she IS more than just Daisy's friend" , "she is very pretty" , that "she IS lesbian and her story with Bernie Its just the cutest". Also her singing was very good and the disco music story and New York Gay context was cool to watch. 

- Bernie , he liked her a lot.

- Camila , he liked her better here (?!) because she IS "less saintly and IS far more realistic". Seemed "less fake and more angry ,and rightfully so!!" Though she kept having a "Golddigger vibe like Bianca Jagger" (*An : I dont know what he has against her But anyways...) But "at least she was likeable,  unlike the book" (?!)

- Camila Cast. "She is also way prettier and taller than I imagined her" , she is very pretty and reminds him to a "mix between Dua Lipa and that pretty Instagram girl thats always naked =*AN: "After asking him Who He talked about I discovered He meant Emily Ratajkowski XD". She IS a good actress... Wasn't she DiCaprios girlfriend or something? Yeah, they broke Up "Good for her, she deserves someone younger and better that DiCaprio, he IS too old for the girls he dates, looks like her dad, Its creepy" XD. 

- Graham Its likeable here, which IS better, cause in the book he was a "cunt". 

- Warren keps being Warren and IS latino, I like It. 

- Teddy being Alive more time. 

- Billy punching Nicky , he cheered at him, and said "Finnick punch him harder!!!" XD

- Daisy's overdose scene was very well done and very emotional, "they both should win something for It"... I told him they were Golden Globes nominated but didn't win. He said It was unfair.  

- Daisy's story changes, that she keeps singing and that she gets a daughter of her own. 

-Series ending, he loved It. Daisy and Billy got the Happy ending they deserved. 

- Eddie IS a loser at the end as he deserved. 

- That Billy relapses. 

- Karen Cast , "she is just way too pretty for what I imagined, but I like her vibes, prettier is better right?" "she looks 70's cool rock girl and i like her acting...Wait, Isn't she Edward's girlfriend? The one he got a baby with??" Yes, she is... "Lucky bastard got finally a good one? Good for him." 

What he didn't like : 

- That they didn't show Rods sexuality. 

- Daisy's parents are the worst.

- Eddie IS even more of a cunt. He IS annoying. 

- Camila and Eddie's affair 

- Camila IS less saintly and IS far more realistic but keeps being slightly boring to him. (?!)

- That the drugs use was slightly glosed over and glamorized. 

- Nicky Fitzpatrick IS the worst. 

- The age change and makeup aging that "fool no one" Graham keeps looking (as a 40) more like he just ended highschool XD

- Billy's straight hair, "It looks like a wig" (?!) He looks better and more rock with curly hair.

- That Billy was body shaved in the 70's? No sir, everyone was hairy Chebwacca style XD 

- Daisy's haircut missing in action. 

- He felt that Camila babytrapped Billy with the shotgun wedding and the guilttripped him into staying in their failed marriage. *AN: (??!!) A harsh one Dad!!!

- "She was the love of my Life"... He said It was bullshit, (?!) that then "why he talks about Daisy all the time" and "then runs back inmediately to Daisy the moment his wife died??" Then : "A man totally in love wouldn't do that, he stayed with Camila due to moral obligation after getting her pregnant with a baby (?!) not for LOVE (?!) which happened a lot in the 70's-80's , too puritans they were,sigh" ..."Hadn't she gotten pregnant , they wouldn't have been together (?!) he would have left her for Daisy, I got that in the book already, but here in the show Its 1000 times worse". *AN : I don't agree with him on everything. I agree on the puritanism thing, but the rest...Some yes some Noooo. Life's like that🤷‍♀️.

*AN: He said that Daisy and Karen shoulve just ran away together to the sunset and create a girlband with Simone and Bernie. (I kinda agree) The men didn't deserve any of them. (Agree)

He hoped that older!Billy would treat Daisy right though. 

Thats It!! Review ended!!!

I can't wait to do the Twilight and the hunger games ones!!! XD

[theuniverseawakens347]

The devil gone dance …

you bitches SO concern with wether or not you got good snatch and a bag …

“How many niggas WANA fuck me CONSISTENTLY , eat me out”

“how many niggas WANA take me shopping…”

really…THEM yo 3 biggest concerns behind closed doors when the cameras are off?

then ya spin this “woke” PR shit stuff..

a woman can be MANY N EVERYTHING things, but it’s VERY obvious after the blinders come off that like…miss maam, you’re toxic.

I want to go into details, but you females do not deserve it…I’m sorry regardless of the passed and the trauma you went through…you got to the age where YOU BECAME AN ADULT MOVED YOUR SURROUNDINGS FELL INTO INSTAGRAM WOKE QUOTE LAND OF BOOKS AND THEN….just applied the words but missed the actions…or gave enough action for X time to get ABC results …

so… you WANA be a player so bad huh, and a NARCISSIST…good…got something SWEET for them asses.

“I don’t cook I don’t clean but I’ll tell you how I got this ring”…BITCH A PR STUNT FOR SOME $$$..don’t get me wrong, you in it as long as Beyoncé n jay z or even my adoptive parents yes YOU SHARE LOVE OF A PERSON, but you DONOT become IN LOVE…I’ll tell ya that much, and if being “in love” requires toxicity for ya…baby …you just law of attraction with a burnt black soul 🤷🏽‍♀️…

it don’t matter how pretty you are on the outside, naturally before the cosmetics…your soul gon catch up and rip open that body suit and …POP OUT N SHOW NIGGAS…you a certified, LOSER. NARC. CUNT. ( I know that word like sandpaper COOCHIE to ya ears, BUT I LOOOOOOOVE IT )…I’m not even giving you the name bitch, abuse THATS ( weird as it is) something “ special to me”… idk after having my beautiful baby girl, and her being a “fighter dog” no Mike fix context or whomever that nigga was…

Bitch is like royalty …HEAD MANCHON…I’m not giving you descriptive gems like I did in the past, you take my hard work for ya own, and count me out…PLAGIARISM at its uglies. Cause it’s YOU HOES.

My niggas, and rightful bitches gon know what I mean…you on yo shit while OWNING yo shit…

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 8: you’re losing me, part 7: revenge dress, series masterlist

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 8! taylor swift deserves jail time for creating you’re losing me. taylor swift also deserves jail time for not officially releasing it. def recommend listening to it reading the chapter! (might have to stream illegally bc mother is being stingy 🙄.)

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yourinstagram and just like that, the final chapter of Midnights, is out now. this is my most personal body of work that i'm putting out into the universe, and i'm so scared yet excited to share her with u. thank u to my team, my producer jackantonoff turned dearest friend of almost 7 years (woah!!!) we spent many noons & midnights on this album and i'm forever in debt n grateful. thank u to all my other friends who i didn't mention, yk who u are. to everyone else, thank u for your persistent patience and support. it does not go unnoticed. from my heart to yours, midnights (till dawn edition), is available on all streaming platforms. i love u. thank u 💗.

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leclerccharl ain’t that the teddy bear charles won for her at the fair forever ago??!

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The song’s big question: “Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?”

BY: ALLY PUBLISHED: JULY 17, 2023

Y/n L/n’s lyrical candidness is what has always made her standout as a songwriter. Whether she was writing about young love, relationships, or breakups, her songs never flinched from trying to paint a full picture, even if it was one that was hard to look at.

It’s been a while since the super star has released a breakup song, but it was only a matter of time; since the singer split with Charles Leclerc, fans have already began anticipating the inevitable breakup album. But it turns out they didn’t have to wait long. At Midnight (July 17), L/n released a second deluxe edition of her 2022 album Midnights, which included four new songs, among them the release of “You’re Losing Me,” a song fans have deciphered as ostensibly about her split with Leclerc.

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The nearly 5-minute track is a devastating relationship ender if we’ve ever heard one, as it details the hopeless and tragic dissolution of a relationship. Though L/n doesn’t include any names or details, it’s not hard to see why fans are interpreting it as being about her and Leclerc. 

When Entertainment Weekly first broke the news of their split in April, sources for both parties diplomatically described the breakup as amicable, and that “it was not dramatic.” “The relationship had just run its course,” one source told ET. However, that story was debunked as L/n herself, stated Leclerc had an affair with Australian Youtuber Lola Ransdell, in one of her Eras Tour Shows.  With the release of “You’re Losing Me,” L/n seems to offer a window into her perspective of how things ended while also releasing one of the most devastating songs she’s ever written.

Its lyrics don’t waste any time getting into the tragic heart of the matter. “You say, ‘I don't understand,’ and I say, ‘I know you don’t’/ We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won’t/ Remember looking at this room, we loved it ‘cause of the light/ Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time,” she sings in the first verse, painting a portrait of two people who are unaligned and have seemingly grown apart in their relationship.

The pre-chorus lays out the song’s big question: “Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?” But waiting for resolution feels like something L/n doesn’t want to do anymore: “I'm getting tired, even for a phoenix/ Always rising from the ashes/ Mending all her gashes/ You might just have dealt the final blow,” she sings.

The most heart-wrenching part of the song comes in on the chorus, as she warns her other half, “Stop, you're losing me/ Stop, you’re losing me/ Stop, you’re losing me I can't find a pulse/ My heart won't start anymore/ For you/ ‘Cause you're losing me.” The lyrics mirror the song’s production which sounds like a quietly pulsing heartbeat, driving the knife’s blade of the song in even deeper.

Perhaps L/n’s biggest skill on this song is being able to convey all the heartbreak and roiling emotion without actually providing any specifics into the breakup. 

“You’re Losing Me” is rife with frank, confessional lyrics, but still keeps many of the exact contours of the split obscure. There are no accusations or fingers pointed at who’s at fault. There are no mic drop moments or explosive gossip; The closest L/n gets to revealing any details is on the second verse, when she seems to suggest that the relationship hadn’t been OK for a while now.

“Every morning, I glared at you with storms in my eyes/ How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?/ I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick/ My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick,” she sings.

On the bridge, L/n reveals that she “wouldn’t marry me either,” perhaps offering the tiniest, sliver of hints into one of the other reasons why they ultimately fell apart: “And I wouldn't marry me either/ A pathological people pleaser/ Who only wanted you to see her/ And I'm fading, thinking/ Do something, babe, say something (say something)/ Lose something, babe, risk something (risk something)/ Choose something, babe, I got nothing (I got nothing)/ To believe, unless you’re choosing me.”

It’s the lack of details, the palpable restraint despite L/n’s clear heartbreak behind its lyrics, that makes “You’re Losing Me” perhaps the most devastating song in her catalog (yes, even more so than “All Too Well.”) Amid the grief and sadness of the song, there’s also a feeling of inevitability, of sorrow that nothing more could be done, of pointlessly waiting for action when you know nothing is coming.

 In some regards, it’s one of L/n’s most mature breakup songs in her catalog, regardless of whoever it’s about. And if this is just a “from the vault” track, it makes one wonder what an albums-worth of these songs would sound like.

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Enhypen current energies - June Shufflemancy reading

♡ Shufflemancy reading - 06/06/22 and 07/06/22 Disclaimer: I’m a beginner with tarot and my readings could be correct and could be not. I am still learning so please take everything with a grain of salt. These readings are for fun and for entertainment purposes only <3 This is all alleged. I don’t want to hurt any idol or send them hate.

Heeseung

Hold (Candyland Remix) - Elephante, Candyland, Jessica Jarrell

Smile for the camera cause the world's on fire Cheers to the moment when the words rip off I'll be holding on with you Dance with the devil in the pouring rain Sharks in the water, but it's all the same I'll be holding on, I'll be holding on with you I'll be holding on with you I'll be holding on with you

Heeseung has been receiving a lot of hate from many sources, not matter Instagram, tik tok, youtube... All over social media, but he knows it is one of the disadvantages of being an idol, he will fight against the odds to still be an idol and work in the industry.

Jay

Black Skindhead - Kanye West

Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it

Jay has been feeling creative lately, he has many ideas in his mind and he wants to show them to his fans all he has been thinking is to improve Enhypen music.

Jake

Havana - Camila Cabello, Young Thug

Havana, ooh na-na (Ayy, ayy) Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (Oh, ayy, ayy, uh-huh) He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (Oh, no) Oh, but my heart is in Havana (Huh) My heart is in Havana (Ayy) Havana, ooh na-na

Jake misses Australia. Even though he loves Korea, the culture, and the dream of being an idol, he has been raised in Australia, and no one is going to take that away from him.

Sunghoon

Stomp Me Out - Bryce Fox

Shots fired on me Shots fired on me Can't stomp me out You can't stomp me out Shots fired on me

An ex is spreading rumors against him. They were probably a trainee and they are jealous of Sunghoon's success and how he can become so famous within months after he debuted.

Jungwon

Cloud 9 - Afrojack

Hard and now you're far away And I can't bring you back Find myself thinking "What if you stayed?" And you didn't pack your bags

So Jungwon was in a situationship and his partner was overwhelmed because they were with an idol. They ghosted him, went with someone else, and called him because they missed him. Jungwon fell hard with this person but he knows he can't trust them.

Sunoo

Summertime in Paris - Jaden, WILLOW

Summertime is meant to fall in love I could fall asleep or stare in your eyes We'll dance all night Summertime is meant to fall in love I wrote you a poem for your surprise It's right by your side Summertime is meant to fall in love I could fall asleep or stare in your eyes We'll dance all night Summertime is meant to fall in love I wrote you a poem for your surprise It's right by your side

AWWW SUNOO. He fell in love with one of his closest friends but he won't tell them because of fear of rejection. He loves their company tho and loves being by their side.

Niki

Home to Mama - Justin Bieber, Cody Simpson

Because I'll take you home to mama Let you meet my friends Because you don't come with drama So I want you 'til the world ends You're way more than worth it But I don't feel like I deserve it You got the pieces, you're my kind of perfect

Niki fell in love hard, I don't think he is in an official relationship yet, but their love is so big that Niki is ready to present them to his friends and especially to his mom. And does feel like a non-idol because they never meet their friends in real life or they see them in the Inkigayo performance.

This changes over time. Everyone has free will and vibrations change. Hope you like this reading <3

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just a wittle request, could you do something where bucky comforts the reader who has mommy issues after she has a panic attack over the thought of turning out like her mother?

Hi there, sorry this took so long! I still haven’t processed my own so I had to take a few breaks. I apologize if this is off the path of what you meant, I’m going off of my own experience but I know it’s different for everyone.

You're nothing like her.

Bucky x reader

Word count: 3219

Warnings: mommy issues, toxic childhood, talk of divorce, panic attack/anxiety, negative self-talk

A/N: This takes place in a timeline where Bucky is retired

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You did everything you could to avoid it. To avoid her

You left home as soon as you could. When you were in college you were surrounded by people who were homesick, people who wanted to go home, people who finally had to take care of themselves. Things you couldn’t relate to.

You had been supporting yourself most of your life. Not that you had much of a choice. Your dad left when you were younger, your mother blaming it on you. If you had been better, maybe he wouldn’t have left. You, being young, believed her. What else were you supposed to do, growing up in a world that preaches ‘mother knows best’?

Load of bullshit to you.

You knew better now, being an adult, that she didn’t know best. She worked or went out with friends and left you to raise yourself, telling you it was your fault when she neglected her responsibilities. And when you would get upset she would play the victim, crying ‘woe is me’ because you were so ungrateful to the person who raised you after you drove her husband out.

“You know it’s your fault right?” she had snapped at you one night at dinner. There was a graded paper, a B written on the top of it.

“What?”

“You’re the reason he left me. He just couldn’t stand you. You’re the reason why he left and why I’m so miserable now.”

You had felt tears in your eyes.

“Tears, really? Tears aren't going to change the fact that MY husband LEFT.”

Her husband, not your father.

No, you knew better now to know that what she had done and said was wrong. But that didn’t make you forget. It didn’t make it any easier for you.

You went to college, saved up as much as you could, and gave tight-lipped smiles when people asked why you didn’t go home on weekends or vacations. You tried not to talk about her much, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about her.

You had stood at your college graduation, caps thrown and loud laughs and cheers echoing around. There were a bunch of people celebrating around you, taking photos, but you had stood on the outskirts. You had a small smile on your face for everyone else, but you couldn’t help but feel empty inside. You hadn’t made many friends, not close friends, but that was a good thing. You could take the photo so no one was left out.

Not so much of a text from her. She hadn’t come, she hadn’t called or anything.

In a twisted way, you were glad that she hadn’t. She couldn’t make a big deal about how you weren’t the top of your class or how you didn’t deserve to be. How you didn’t have a job set up to start the next week even though you already were planning on submitting your resumes. There wasn’t a way to please her, so it was almost better that she wasn’t there.

You had texted her after a few days and she made up some bullshit excuse that she had forgotten to put it on the calendar.

She liked your Instagram photo though. So thoughtful

You worried you would turn out the same way. Or that she had rubbed off on you in some way. You kept to yourself as much as you could, staying in, keeping your emotions to yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust people, maybe it was, but more so you were worried that you would seem like you were playing the victim.

You didn’t want to bother anyone or make anyone feel obligated to listen to you. You worried that behind your back they would complain about you being emotional or making everything about you.

You worried they would talk about you the same way you thought about your mother.

People are supposed to look to their parents to teach them what to be, yet you found yourself wanting to avoid everything your parents did to you. They taught you exactly who you didn’t want to be.

Your father left. Your mother hated you.

You didn’t share your opinions because you didn’t want to be told you were wrong. You didn’t want to force your ideas onto anyone. Not like what you said would make a difference anyway, not that it mattered in the first place.

You remembered all of the sentences you would start but not finish because no one had heard you. Trying to jump in a few times and eventually giving up when the conversation had moved onto a new subject. All the times people would interrupt or interject, making you feel like you didn’t have something to say that was worth hearing.

You thought it would get better when you got a job. But the pressure you put on yourself to do well in school was transferred to the job you had gotten. You still were afraid that people saw yourself as your mom used to and that you would never be good enough for anyone. You thought that achievements would make you feel fulfilled.

But if you didn’t believe in yourself, what were a few “job well done's” supposed to do?

It made it hard to get into a relationship. People say that “you have to love yourself before you can love someone else,” but that didn’t feel so true to you. It was more that you didn’t trust yourself to love someone else. You worried about hurting whoever you were with, and you told yourself that if you didn’t get close to anyone, you couldn’t hurt them.

But then you ran into him.

He was on a morning run and you were walking home from a night shift, both too tired to see each other coming. You because you had just finished a shift, him because he was running off the nightmare he had had the night previous. Both of you craving a sleep that seemed just out of reach.

You were very apologetic, as was he, both afraid that you had hurt the other. You avoided his eyes even though they were trained anywhere but your own, as he fiddled with his gloved hands and you scratched the back of your neck.

It was the first time either of you had seen someone as unsure as yourselves

You had parted ways with only each other's names. Bucky and y/n.

The two of you crossed paths a few times in the following weeks, eventually getting each other’s phone numbers and agreeing to meet for coffee rather than hoping the other left at the right time. Eventually, the subtle nervous tics each of you had died down as you got to know each other.

For the most part.

You still overly apologized for everything. If you were a few minutes late, if you spaced out...you took the blame for everything.

Traffic had been bad, a storm and an accident causing you to be 5 minutes late rather than 15 minutes early. You had run into the coffee shop, scanning the restaurant with wide eyes when you saw Bucky sitting there casually.

“I am so so so sorry, I should’ve left earlier, there was an accident, I’m so sorry I’m late -”

“Y/n, don’t worry about it,” he had said, a smile on his face and a slight flash of concern on his face. “Seriously, it’s a couple of minutes. It’s literally fine.”

“No, I’m really sorry, I should’ve known or called or something.”

“Relax. It’s totally fine, I promise,” he had said, concern a little more present on his face. “Are you okay though?”

“What? Yeah, I’m good. How have you been with everything?

You wouldn’t let him talk about you. The same way your mother never let you talk about yourself.

Don’t think about her.

He had started opening up to you but you still kept your personal life under lock and key. Your name, how work was, and your physical well-being was about as personal as you got. Even so, if work had been a shit show or you had to pull an all-nighter would go unspoken. He didn’t need the burden of your personal issues. Not when there was nothing he could do about it.

The past was the past, you just had to learn how to get over yourself.

You couldn’t change what your mother had said over a decade ago.

You worried if you talked about yourself at all then you would be making the situation about you. You worried you would project your anger or sadness onto him. He didn’t deserve that. Plus, it wasn’t like he would be able to do anything, right?

You promised yourself you wouldn’t let him get too close. That if he didn’t get close to you, you couldn’t hurt him.

But damn, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t start developing feelings for him. And from the way he had started acting, you thought maybe he was too.

The hugs that were ever so slightly too tight or when he smiled at you a little longer than normal. He had opened up to you about many things in his past, and from the way he talked about it, you could tell he hadn’t talked about it much with anyone else.

You found comfort in your friendship, the way he trusted you. You liked being there for him, and you were honored that he trusted you enough to open up to you. Yet it also made you uneasy that you would ruin it in some way or drive him out.

The same way your mom drove out your father.

Goddamn it don’t think about her.

The closer you got and the closer you and Bucky had gotten, the more nervous you were. That you would turn out like your mother. You were having a harder time keeping to yourself, keeping up the façade that everything was all bright in your world. You wanted to be a light for everyone.

But at some point, days turn to nights and the light gives way to the darkness.

And you weren’t sure how much time you had left before you cracked.

Bucky had started making small moves towards you, and you were trying your best to deflect them in efforts to not fall flat on your face for him. He came over Wednesday nights for a movie and take out with you, and what started as being on two opposite ends of the couch had moved to being next to each other to him having his arm wrapped around you. Sometimes you felt he was a little too close and you would either shift away or get up to grab another drink or ‘use the bathroom’.

When you came back you would make an attempt to sit a bit further away.

Sometimes when Bucky would say goodbye at the end of the night he would hug you. That was nothing new, you were both big on hugs, but lately, he had been hugging you longer or tighter, lingering a few moments longer than could be platonic. You had started ending the hugs earlier, giving him a small squeeze before pulling away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with Bucky. It was that you were so scared that you would drive him away, leaving you as soon as you had started calling yourself his.

Which is what brought you here. Bucky had come over for another one of your movie nights and had his arm behind the couch rather than around you. An invitation for you to curl into his side, but he wanted you to make that choice. Eventually, you had found yourself curled up with him, his arm wrapped around you, and you could feel the tension.

You wanted to move away before you found yourself in too deep, but you couldn’t resist. It had been a long day and you found comfort with Bucky. Bucky turned his face slightly towards yours, kissing the side of your temple and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your mind told you to shift away, to not let him get too close, but you found yourself turning your head towards Bucky and he leaned forward to kiss you gently.

After a moment you broke away, emotion taking over you. “I’m sorry, Bucky, I - I can’t do this,” you said, resting your forehead against his.

“Why not?” Bucky whispered, looking into your eyes.

Because I’ll hurt you.

I’ll disappoint you.

I’ll drive you away and I can’t lose the best thing that’s happened to me.

You sighed, standing up and moving away from Bucky. You couldn’t say those things to him out loud. Not without the entire story. And you weren’t ready to share all of that with him.

Bucky stood up with you, afraid he had just ruined the friendship or whatever relationship he had with you. “Y/n, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You had already left the room and couldn’t really hear him over the sound of your thoughts.

This wasn’t supposed to happen

I wasn’t supposed to let this happen

How could I be so stupid?

You were feeling tears in your eyes and Bucky followed you, afraid of what he did. Your breathing was picking up and you had started mumbling some of these things to yourself.

“Y/n, what’s happening, what did I do?”

You shook your head “You didn’t do anything, but I need you to leave, please,” you said, trying to hide your emotions. You hated being like this.

“I’m not going anywhere y/n, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Get the fuck out of here Bucky! I don’t want your help!” you snapped suddenly, Bucky looking taken aback before your eyes widened.

“Oh god…”

You shook your head and started crying harder, stumbling over your words. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m so sorry Bucky please don’t leave I'm so sorry.”

Bucky came forward and hugged you gently and you cried into his shirt. He whispered comforting words into your ear as you tried to breathe, embarrassed at how vulnerable you were being.

Bucky kept his breathing slow and even, trying to get you to match him. He had no idea what was happening but he knew he needed you to calm down before he asked. Whatever it was had to be something deep, and you weren’t in the space to talk about it right now.

He brought you over to sit on the corner of your bed, still hugging you as you cried. You were mumbling out apology after apology but Bucky wasn’t having any of it. He kept hugging you, telling you that he wasn’t going anywhere and that you were safe. He had never seen you so upset, or upset at all to begin with.

After you had calmed down a bit, Bucky asked you again what had happened. You shook your head, not knowing what to say.

“I’ve opened up about so many things to you, right?” he pulled back to look at you.

You nodded slightly.

“And you’ve never judged me for any of it.”

You shook your head this time.

“Then why can’t you let me do the same for you?”

You took a deep breath, fiddling with your hands. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” you said, not meeting his eyes.

Bucky drew his eyebrows together, still confused. “Y/n, you’ve been the nicest person I’ve ever met. How would you hurt me?”

You were already shaking your head. “No, see, that’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna be nice and sweet and...and I’m gonna fall in love with you, and you’re gonna fall in love with me. A-and then I’m gonna let you down over and over again and snap at you for things that aren’t your fault and...and you’ll get sick of it and leave and I’m going to hate myself for it, okay?”

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Bucky held your shoulders as they started shaking. You brought a hand to cover your mouth, Bucky hushing you again. “What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

You took a shaky breath as you ran a hand over your face. “I’m just like her, Bucky. I told myself I would never let myself be like her…”

“Like who?” Bucky asked, blood already boiling at who made you feel like this.

Her.

You weren’t supposed to think about her.

You promised yourself.

“Y/n, stay with me here,” he said, guiding your face back to look at him. “Who?”

“My mother.”

Bucky looked at you for a moment. “What?”

“You know, mothers bring you into the world. They say a mother knows when something is wrong with their kid, that babies are put on their mother’s chest because the skin-to-skin contact starts the bonding process. They’re supposed to protect you, and love you, and take care of you. But then you start to get older and it’s your fault that you were born when you didn’t ask, or your dad left and it’s your fault before you even knew he was gone. All I wanted was to be told what to do and all she would do is tell me what I did wrong. I can’t be like her and the older I get the more scared I am that I’m going to hurt everyone the way that she hurt my father and me.”

You had started crying again as Bucky looked at you, both broken-hearted and furious that someone would make you feel this way. Not to mention it was your own mother.

You took another shaky breath. “I thought the world of her when I was younger. And she barely even gave me the time of day. I keep telling myself that I’m not what she thought of me, but what if I am?” you shook your head again. “And I am so scared that I’m just like her.”

“Y/n, look at me, I need you to look at me when I say this, okay?” he cupped your face with both hands, wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs as he looked into your eyes. “You are nothing like your mother.”

You let out a small sob. “You don’t know her.”

“I don’t need to,” he said firmly. “You are kind and gentle. You work hard and you make sure that everyone is taken care of before you even consider yourself. You aren’t going to scare me away or hurt me.” He wiped fresh tears from your eyes. “You are your own person, your mother has no say in who you get to be. Who you are. You are not your mother, and you never will be.” he said, still holding your gaze.

You held his gaze a little longer, knowing he believed what he was saying. You didn’t, not quite yet, but maybe if he believed in you, you could too. You nodded slightly, giving him the smallest of smiles. “Thank you.”

Bucky returned the small smile. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too,” you said, smiling.

You meant it, and you knew he did too. And maybe one day, you would love who you’d become too.

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