#it’s why oscar is so vigilant

[noxexistant]

modern au delanceys are both prescribed a whole host of psychiatric meds from years of attempted treatment and management through the care system/juvenile detention. oscar is frequently unmedicated because he forgets or neglects to take his meds, but morris is on stuff that causes severe withdrawal symptoms if he’s even a few hours late taking it, so oscar has him on a strict routine. he never forgets morris’s meds, as little as he cares about his own.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

BABY ON BOARD

trans ftm!logan sargeant x male!ferrari driver!reader x oscar piastri featuring ... grid son!luke browning

summary: logan's departure from formula one wasn't what people thought.

warnings: swearing, suggestive content, swearing, discussions of sex + aftercare, inconsistent photo timelines, one little transphobic hate comment that gets (rightfully) clowned on, probably somewhat cringe + inaccurate but i tried 🫠

word count: 1,268 (written parts)

logan sargeant

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logansargeant not a bad day in silverstone! p9 and a few points on the board. new team torque episode coming soon ...

not pictured: youruser telling oscar something sweet (hence the face)

tagged williamsracing, alex_albon, oscarpiastri

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user1 LOSCAR + SARGEBON MY BELOVEDS

user2 nuh uh loscyn ftw

user3 RAHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER 🦅🦅🦅🦅

youruser he's so dramatic 💔

oscarpiastri you called me a baby???

youruser no i called you MY (and logan's) baby

youruser there's a difference

lukebrowningracing: keep going up 💪

"you alright there, lo?" you murmured, watching his chest heave as oscar finally pulled away.

logan simply whined in response. as much as he enjoyed it when you and oscar teamed up on him like this, it definitely wore him out.

oscar chuckled and kissed logan's cheek. "i'll go get you a snack and start running a bath."

you hummed, pulling in oscar for a kiss before he left. this was always how aftercare went with the three of you—whoever had subbed that time was never left alone for longer than a minute or so, and if whoever had dommed was feeling a little off, they'd stay while whoever felt okay got supplies. it was never a big ordeal.

picking up the glass of water on the bedside table, you brought it to logan's lips gently. "drink up."

logan whined again before taking a few tentative sips and curling into your side.

"whole glass, love, you can do it," you encouraged him softly. the sound of water rushing through the pipes became white noise as oscar started running a bath for logan.

somewhat reluctantly, the blond drank the rest of the water. he stayed pressed into your side. "all full."

your lips quirked into a soft smile. you, logan, and oscar had been together since you were all about fifteen years old. more than long enough to know that none of you had anything. usually, all three of you were very prepared when it came to protected sex. you and oscar would wear condoms, logan was on birth control—necessary even though he had been taking testosterone for years. but every now and then you'd slip up.

when the three of you were drunk or after particularly bad races when it was sometimes a stretch to even get back to the hotel room with everyone's clothes on and intact, that was when you were a little less vigilant.

"i know, logie." you heard the water shut off and oscar's footsteps getting closer. "let's get you cleaned up, huh?"

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri first grand prix win. incredible 🧡

ft. youruser's lovely photography skills :)

tagged mclaren, f1, logansargeant, youruser, quadlock

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user4 MAIDEN WIN IN HIS SECOND SEASON I SMELL A FUTURE WDC

lukebrowningracing congrats!! :D

user5 is he the loscar grid child?

user6 so close! he's the loscyn grid child!!

user7 does anyone else wonder why y/n isn't really in logan or oscar's posts ... like they clearly don't like him as much as each other :/

youruser actually it's because i don't like having photos taken of me more than i have to, hope that helps 👍

user8 lmao at y/n immediately shutting down any suggestion that logan and oscar are bad boyfriends

youruser proud of you osc ❤️ liked by creator

logansargeant YEAHHHHHHHHH that's our boy 💙 liked by creator

you huffed slightly when you saw "fans" starting to say that your boyfriends loved each other more just because of the contents of a silly instagram post.

it had been a pretty open secret all throughout your junior careers that you avoided media attention as much as you possibly could. it was part of what gave way to your nickname as the new iceman—that, and the fact that you were a ferrari driver. every single one of your former teammates had said you were very nice off-camera. you just really, really didn't like the media.

"people are weird," you complained to logan, the two of you cuddled together on the bed in your hotel room. oscar was still in debrief with his team. as happy as his first grand prix victory was, it had come in ... less than ideal circumstances. "why can't they just be happy for osc without trying to pick apart our relationship?"

logan sighed. he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder. "i don't know, babe."

you paused. the season had been difficult for all three of you. between oscar dealing with papaya rules, you dealing with ferrari's creative strategy calls, and logan dealing with his car's inferiority, it was rare for all three of you to have a good week at the same time.

and of course, with you and oscar now both having won races, you worried for logan's self-esteem.

"you doing okay?" you asked softly. "know your car's the only reason you're not up there too?"

"more or less." logan hummed. "just happy for osc at the moment."

"good."

youruser

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youruser 3-4 in spa, on summer break. cute dog in the paddock.

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user9 which boyfriends are in slide 2? help me 😭

user10 i love that we can never see y/n's face in his posts. iconic.

charles_leclerc i'm not your favourite ferrari member? :(

oscarpiastri back off he's mine

charles_leclerc honourary monégasque privileges REVOKED

lukebrowningracing you'll come back stronger! liked by creator

user11 it doesn't even vaguely surprise me that oscar is the possessive one of the three of them

logansargeant don't let him fool you y/n can be just as possessive when he wants to be

user12 close enough welcome back kimi raikkonen

summer break was bittersweet.

sweet: you got to spend it having fun with your boyfriends.

bitter: there was more talk than ever about logan not deserving his seat.

neither you nor oscar thought it was fair. logan had been feeling off since hungary. at first, you had assumed it was him dealing with feelings of inadequacy because it was virtually impossible for him to put his williams on the podium. then he started throwing up. one trip to the doctor later, the three of you were suddenly faced with many decisions—where to live? what to say? who to tell? what to do?

logan, of course, had mixed feelings himself. he had many hopes for his formula one career, and he didn't expect to have to take a break less than two years in.

he needed you and oscar. he couldn't imagine the idea of facing this without his boyfriends.

logansargeant

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logansargeant good break. back at it in zandvoort ✌️

tagged oscarpiastri, youruser

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user13 he's so american oh my god 😭

user14 LOGANNNNNNNNNNNNNN

lukebrowningracing mega trip! thanks again for the invite :D

user15 THEY TOOK HIM ALONG?? oh he's sooo they're grid kid

youruser y r u being slutty on main tf

oscarpiastri ^^^ should be for our eyes only

logansargeant you guys weren't giving me enough attention 😁

youruser okay we're giving you attention now take it down 😃

logansargeant no thank you 😁

user15 do- do they know we can see this?

user16 things that were not on my 2024 bingo card: logan being a brat on instagram

it had been the hardest decision of logan's life.

of course he knew it was the right one, and he had been guaranteed a seat when he was ready, but it was still terrifying. there was no public announcement. not yet, at least. he didn't have the time or energy to think about how the media would react to finding out that not only was he trans, he was also pregnant. with one of his boyfriends' baby. both of whom were also formula one drivers. god, he couldn't even imagine the headlines they'd come up with.

"we're proud of you," oscar reminded logan.

you nodded, kissing logan's shoulder from behind him as the three of you waited to enter the paddock. "you sure you don't want one of us to take care of you?"

"i'm sure." logan took a deep breath. he adored both oscar and you, and he wouldn't dream of letting either of you to give it up. not for him. "my family will take care of me. and i'm pretty sure mae will riot if oscar tries to keep her away from baby."

oscar chuckled at logan's joke about his youngest sister. though none of you knew whether the baby was technically born from oscar's or your dna, you knew you'd all love them just the same. the three of you had agreed to do a paternity test, purely for the sake of the being able to give the baby an accurate medical history. it didn't matter to you otherwise.

"you'll be back next year," you assured logan. a little smile appeared on your face when you imagined the baby growing up in the paddock. "with baby in a cute little ferrari onesie, yes?"

"ah, you mean a mclaren onesie!" oscar retorted with a grin.

logan laughed. he loved how both of you could always put him at ease. "you're both wrong. i'm doing the work, therefore baby gets put in a williams onesie."

you and oscar grumbled halfheartedly but didn't argue. it was true, after all. logan was doing most of the work to let the three of you become dads.

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri this one was special

tagged mclaren, f1, youruser, logansargeant, nicolepiastri

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user17 loscar still hanging out even after logan got replaced

lukebrowningracing 🥳🥳🥳 liked by oscarpiastri, youruser, and others

user18 i cannot explain how much i NEEDED to see oscar and y/n on a podium together liked by logansargeant

user18 HEY LOGAN LIKED THIS????

user19 logansargeant y'all need a fourth

logansargeant user19 no x

user20 PFFFT ^^^

user21 things loscyn don't do well: subtlety

"look at this." oscar laughed, showing you and logan a comment about how the three of you weren't good at subtlety.

little did they know.

logan smirked slightly and glanced down at his little bump. it seemed to have appeared overnight—one day he just looked a little bloated, the next he was very obviously pregnant. "that's cute."

"can't wait to see what they'll think of baby piastri-sargeant-l/n," you mused. one hand rested on logan's belly, you grinned at oscar. "think we've done some pretty good work here, don't you, osc?"

oscar nodded seriously in agreement, his grin accompanied by a teasing kiss to logan's jaw. "got our boy all locked in."

"oh, please, i was locked in ages ago." logan rolled his eyes lightheartedly. "you think it's time to tell them?"

"i call dibs!"

oscar gaped at you indignantly. "wha—you can't call dibs on posting about our baby!"

"uh, sure i can," you replied cheekily. "i think i just did."

youruser

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youruser

fact

oscarpiastri making sure lo didn't lift a finger in zandvoort

logansargeant due april '25

tagged scuderiaferrari, logansargeant, oscarpiastri

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user22 WHAT

user23 YOU CAN'T JUST POST THIS OUT OF NOWHERE???!?????

user24 FR LIKE GIVE A GIRL SOME WARNING??

sebastianvettel congratulations! that baby will have some serious racing talent in their genes :)

charles_leclerc why does logan gets princess treatment and i don't :(

youruser he's my boyfriend

oscarpiastri his PREGNANT boyfriend

logansargeant charles_leclerc get your own boyfriend stop flirting with ours

scuderiaferrari baby race suit added to cart!

mclaren um ackshually ☝️ we've already got a contract ready for them so ...

logansargeant both wrong. baby's gonna be in blue.

williamsracing HAHA SUCK IT YOU CAN HAVE YOUR STUPID TROPHIES WE GET THE BABYYYYYYY

scuderiaferrari 😞

mclaren 😞

user25 EXCUSE ME??

lukebrowningracing congrats!! can't wait to meet them :D

logansargeant you'll be a great grid brother for baby x

lukebrowningracing i hope so!

user26 ew i didn't know logan was a girl ... he doesn't belong in the sport. oscar and y/n deserve so much better

user27 like you?

user26 i mean yeah kinda ...

youruser lol no

user28 if i were user26 i would never show my face again

oscarpiastri hope they don't!

user29 loscyn do NOT play about each other and i love that for them

twitter

user30 i can't believe it's been over a year and we still know nothing about the piastri-sargeant-l/n baby :(

↳ user31 they really took that one comment about not being able to be subtle personally 😭

user32 as much as i'm sure we'd all like an update on baby from loscyn, let's all give them their privacy so they can enjoy being new parents <3

user33 IDC that it's their baby LET ME INNNNNN

youruser

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youruser back by unpopular demand: me.

debuting by popular demand: baby. (+ luke)

tagged lukebrowningracing, logansargeant, oscarpiastri

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user34 that's so cute

user35 they really weren't kidding abt luke being an older brother 😭

francolapinto i'm almost glad i don't have a seat so i can babysit during races

user36 how does it feel to live MY DREAM???

francolapinto good! thanks for asking :D

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author's note: poly!loscar + seahorse dad!logan ... sat down and wrote this in one day ... may be just a littleeeeeeee obsessed (admittedly there's not a whole lot of oscar content in the written bits but he's still Important so wtv)

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[terrence-silver]

Now the series is over, I just want to say that it's really cool how Terry having an unseen Beloved in Cobra Kai completely fits the narrative. Fine, it's slightly creepy that he also keeps Cheyenne around but goodness, Terry Does That. He does invent complete personas - like his poorsona and Malibu Terry - and he's been know to lie through his teeth, so whatever he claims on screen can't negate Beloved's existence. You know I like to play around with a specific fanon pairing most of the time but Terry does have a 30+ year gap in his relationship history in canon where a hidden Beloved could be and it would explain so much. So, so much!

Mission Cheyenne.

Terry Silver x Reader.

---

(something to commemorate the end of this show with; one for the road!)

---

-"So, you wish me to —"-

-"I want you to be her smoke and mirrors."- 

Terry interjects, finishing her sentence for her, doing a sharp turn on his heel to face the woman sitting a divan with a colossal quadruple window facing the ocean, one elbow thrown over the edge of the Pierre Chareau velvet sofa; the low glass table in front of her empty; she didn't drink while negotiating business. Didn't drink depending of her client's preferences either. If they wanted the role of a person of leisure and libertine attitudes, she'd drink, for the sake of the ruse, whatever they asked of her to drink. If their preferences demanded someone who was anti-alcohol and as clean as a whistle, she'd go as far as tentatively sip on a carrot juice and give an Oscar worthy performance pretending she loved it too. She was a professional. With exactly thirty years of experience under her belt. Precisely why he chose her. Furthermore, why he choose this manor, overlooking the coastline too; they went together well, like two specifically commissioned accessories --- a matching purse with matching shoes and the older a man got, the more careful, vigilant and meticulous he needed to be of any and all details. Make sure he wasn't slipping in his golden years. That the sharks wouldn't smell any blood or weakness he might accidentally excrete if he lets guard down for all but a moment, thinking the waters are safe to swim in now --- that he's made sure all the apex predators have gone extinct and that he's the only one left.

Because of that, if anything, an old man needed to be more calculating than ever.

Wouldn't be the first time he'd be doing something like this either.

-"To be her subterfuge. To keep all eyes away from her. That's what I want, yeah."- 

Terry adds simply, because it was a simple matter in its essence.

Yet simultaneously, infinitely complicated.

-"Show up in the newspapers with me. Be photographed here and there and everywhere when it’s opportune. Keep the spotlight tactically on yourself. Things of that nature. Purely business."-

He explains and truth of the matter was that he knew many people wouldn't understand --- people needed to have lived his life for as long as he lived to begin to comprehend the doubled edged sword wealth, power and even fame tended to walk hand in hand with; he never wanted you dragged around in the media. People commenting on what you wore. How you looked like. Where you were from. If your nose was too big, too small, if some feature of yours needed surgical corrections, if you made a gaffe everyone was likely to mock for ages or simply do as much as look at you with ill will. Some people would call it madness. Obsession. Hell, maybe it was. Maybe it was love. After all, it could've been both and maybe there wasn't a difference between the two in the first place. Maybe he wanted to spare you. Needed to spare you, because he knew himself. He knew that if someone badmouthed you, shat all over your good name, tried to use you against him, pierced you with the slightest bit of attention that could make his skin crawl he'd burn the world down and everyone in it, so for his sake, as well as your own; for the sake of self-control, this was prudent. Was that so bad? Sparing someone you cared about? Throwing someone else in the line of fire? Someone willing? Someone who did this for a living? Not unlike a stunt double doing dangerous choreography and performances as to prevent the main star from getting hurt; Hollywood was right in his immediate neighborhood after all. Everything had a price and nothing was for free; if he could buy you the ultimate luxury of privacy away from prying eyes, he would.

The public would think one thing because that's what he'd want them to.

Allow them to.

The truth would be what Terry Silver makes it out to be.

Cheyenne Hamid nods, cross-legged and leisurely, albeit clearly amused.

A professional companion and occasional bodyguard posing as a common escort for several high profile celebrities. Men of wealth, politicians in the making, magnates. Anyone and everyone who needed to keep their private lives under wraps. Former Mossad turned for-hire actress; maintaining Apps, Blogs and the occasional shot at Socially-Environmental efforts as an acceptable facade for her other, more polarizing, dealings. She had all the credentials he was looking for and was global enough to win him some brownie points by proxy, and if anything, he needed the re-brand to someone more digestible by the 21st century's standards. Hilariously enough, she was even adept at martial arts if need be, to some degree.

He smiled a little when he found that one out; the assonance of that particularly apt.

 -"While my professional standpoint demands I don’t ask more questions than necessary if the compensation is right, on a personal level, I need to be curious."-

She clicks her tongue cordially.

-"Just, why?"-

She asks and it wasn't a question easy to answer.

Yet, it was easier than anything in the world.

Because he loved you.

Wanted to keep you safe like he wanted his own lifeline safe.

You were his artery.

Why would he want his artery exposed where someone could hit it?

-"To keep a lady hidden, well, there has to be more to the story than you’re letting on."-

Cheyenne Hamidi raises her eyebrow at him inquisitively as he lowers himself into an armchair opposite of him; the furniture he requested brought only just yesterday and set down exactly as he wanted. The staff would officially start working tomorrow. People who would pose as a posse of Ms. Hamidi's friends? They would come when summoned. Mingle around when he wished. Set out like so many appliances, decorative details and garden chairs. -"It’s not some criminal wrongdoing, is it? You didn’t buy her or something? You’re not on some watchlist, are you?"- She prods, not unkindly, her joke laced with careful scrutiny nonetheless, like she was hellbent to catch a glimpse of the truth through harmless banter, her English accent honeyed and laced with barb --- optionally, she let him know that she could successfully put on any dialect he so pleased, but Terry figured an English-American pairing was very apt for the West Coast elite. Very noncontroversial and conventional. Nothing surprising about that to anyone. So noncontroversial and expected even Taylor Swift sang about how much she loved the English nowadays. Although, it amused Terry just what a convincing French accent his employee could do. Very believable. -"Ms. Hamidi, you ask me that like you’ve never worked for criminals before."- Was his turn to hit back with some barb of his own. He was aware of her CV; read it from cover to cover. Some interesting names in there. Nonetheless, he straightens his shoulders out. No, you weren't a victim of human trafficking. He's married you fair and square and has been engaged to you before heading out to Vietnam. The only person still living today who knew about it was John. -"But, no, I didn’t buy her."- Terry corrects, not liking the playful, insinuating look she was giving him, occasionally being hit by this overwhelming urge for everyone to understand his capacity of devotion and commend him for it. Envy him for it. Revile him for it. -"You’re the pathologically jealous sort then."- She retorts knowingly and well, that bit Terry couldn't deny. So, he doesn't. -"You know, I once worked with a man so jealous that he kept his wife locked in a smart house out in Qatar. In a residence that was exclusively voice activated."- She muses, recollecting, taunting at least a little bit, like someone hellbent on giving him ideas.

Like he hasn't already thought of that.

-"His voice, of course."-

She smiles into her own chin, one hand idly smoothing the velvet of the sofa.

-"No going in, no going out unless he gave the word. Quite literally."-

Unwittingly, Terry imagines a palatial estate somewhere in the desert with nobody around for miles and miles where only you and him could exist in the whole wide world, where everything could be as he visualized it.

-"So, you can begin to imagine a trace of what I feel."-

He responds, finding his own voice peppered with more of a melancholic quality than he intended, reminding himself that even in front of someone working for him, it was infinitely better if he came off like a deluded maniac than someone who loved this much. The waves crash against the beachfront and the white walls separating his private pier from the sprawling, manicured lawn out front and Cheyenne's neck is turned, watching the vista, taking what would be her new abode in the months to come, or however long this lasted. -"Well, you’re not the first Billionaire who keeps his wife, children and grandchildren hidden. It’s more frequent than you can imagine, Terrence."- She shrugs, with a weird aura of understanding; the way she said the words children and grandchildren causing something to ache profoundly inside of him, deep in his gut; some of them were abroad, some of their running the firm, but a man like him? With as many enemies as him? It was infinitely better if people simply didn't know. He was willing to play the role of an abandoned, forsaken old man. Wouldn't be the first role he played either. Was like putting on a new button up shirt. -"Out in the Middle East, anyway. In The Valley, though? You have to be one of a kind out here. I thought you're all Liberals."- She cocks her head to one side once her eyes are piqued in his direction again. Terry chuckles. Yeah, she could be pretty funny too. At least during the duration of this little theatre, he wouldn't be tediously bored. -"Seems like no man truly is. That it's antithetical to their nature."- She sighs and her heavy exhale is a sign of negotiations being concluded, and if they weren't, he was concluding them right now; by Monday, the news title would dawn in every publication that made any sort of difference anywhere and the smaller ones that didn't matter would merely follow suit by osmosis; Exclusive scoop; Terry Silver dates so and so, read more at page so and so. -"We have a deal then."- He doesn't ask. He surmises. -"You call the shots. We have a deal."- Cheyenne raises her hands in defeat, agreeing casually, setting them down to smooth the surface of her floor length, Oscar De La Renta floral maxi dress; he needed something seemingly friendly and approachable on her, but still so ironically infuriating that people would be likely to talk and fume on the choice of attire on someone claiming to be all about being sustainable and green. His goal exactly.

Throw the dogs a bone deliberately.

Watch them go to at each other because of it.

It was propaganda and psychological warfare. Not unlike the shit they did in 'Nam.

-"Any details you’d like to work out? A role you want me to play? Specifications of any kind I should know about?"- 

She inquires as a way of finalizing things; his addendum is immediate.

-"Be obnoxious as possible."- 

-"Pardon me?"-

For once, her self confidence has evaporated and her mouth falls agape.

Terry stands up from his seat, slowly buttoning up his blazer, infinitely pleased.

She asked him, didn't she? Well, he was telling her.

-"I want you to be an irritating, salad-chewing, arrogant, holier-than-thou champagne hippie so people are compelled to read about you out of pure hatred if anything else. Infuriate them so much it doesn’t even cross their mind to look into anything else but the show you’re putting on for them."-

Terry annunciates every word, one at a time, so it has time to settle in, this undeniable reality that he deliberately wanted to make herself a source of vexation for everyone who ever meets her; fact of life was, something he's learned in almost seventy years of being alive that when someone was unbearable people were compelled, perhaps against their own better judgement to linger on such an individual. That meant even less of a chance of any shred of unwanted light ever falling on you. Because a Cheyenne would be here playing mimicry and mimes in front of the labyrinth that was his life. He looms over the table separating their respective seats and he fixates his gaze right on the woman who's brows have shot up, standing in the middle of her forehead, surprised. A man could knew he had it made when he could still shock an individual who's undoubtedly heard and seen it all. -"And when our deal is done and your contract is expired, I expect you to keep up the ruse. Act out the role of the begrudging, jilted irritant who won’t take 'no' for answer. Just in case someone’s wire tapping phones and reading messages. You’ll play out the role from prologue to epilogue because that's what I want you to do."- He points his finger right at her so the point of the emphasis he was underlining has a chance to settle in and dry like concrete while he walked towards a small safe standing on the freshly set up mantlepiece, the code already unlocked for the occasion and nothing but a manilla folder inside of it; unnamed, unmarked and untitled. He lifts it up briefly for her to see, throwing it on the glass table in front of her with a thud. He was just an old man, after all. He had ample time to dedicate himself to things like this, as a side-hobby, for its own sake. -"Here’s a copy of the script I’ve mentioned. You can look through it at leisure. Personally put together by me."- His index finger is still on the file and if Cheyenne Hamidi was shocked a moment ago, her mouth unfurls suddenly as she heartily threw her head full of dark, heavy curls back in laughter, immaculately white, ceramic veneers on full display; he chuckles with her. What? Did she expect he'd allow her to improvise and take matters into her own hands. He knew how to write an annoying, West Coast quasi-hippie better than anyone else.

He was already a young man in the 60's.

-"Oh, how mindful!"-

She covers her lips for a second, right before clapping her hands together in mirth.

-"You know, I was once a crisis actor, a long, long time ago —"-

She starts, trailing off and catching her breath.

Oh, he knew. She once pretended to be a natural disaster survivor posed to take off the attention from actual victims and their families threatening to sue a company responsible for forest fires that devasted an entire neighborhood and the wretched, rotten opportunism of that was so vile that he had to be entertained by it when he first discovered it; so much experience and untapped potential that could've gone to good use with the highest bidder. Now, here's a likeminded, duplicitous asshole, he thought.

 -"But, you? You really are something. Why I enjoy working with you."-

She complements and he hums in response, producing a bottle from one of the cabinets; a thirty year old golden Macallan and two heavy crystal glasses clutched thumb to index finger in each hand--- now that business was done, a toast was very much deserved. -"From one professional to another."- Terry coos, pouring and sliding her her liquor across the smooth, glass table with carved legs, lifting up his shot whiskey glass for a toast, catching her lingering and adjusting herself in her seat, like something was still on her mind. He catches her smoothing her own chin, looking around, as is searching for answers in the walls, on the surrounding paintings, the interior decoration, the discreet folder in front of her, the palm trees in the courtyard swaying against an overcast, vanilla sky that heralded a rain. -"One last thing, though. A woman’s curiosity."- She threads carefully, puckering her lips anxiously, her voice hopeful as she watched him take a sip, digging his own hand into his pocket; recognizing his own body language and what it was saying. -"May I see her? A picture? A portrait? The real flesh and blood person?"- She requests, for once vulnerable sounding, not to be mistaken for a trick to get him disarmed and empathetic. His own shoulders shimmy and he feels himself change positions, from one leg to another, throwing his jaw out, lips firm. -"Not a requirement of my work terms, but lets just say I’d be fascinated to meet the individual who’d inspire, well, all of this."- Cheyenne extends her arm riddled in golden bangles, bracelets and fingers riddled with oversized statement rings, gesturing vaguely at the table and the behavioral script he's designed for her and without a shred of joy, Terry snorts coldly. Everyone always thinks they're the exception to the rule, huh? She really thought a man who made up an entire artificial life for himself; who went as far as acquiring this property, furnishing it in a way that painted a certain light of him, hiring out a whole person to add paint to that image, even going as far as changing his own fashion sense for a spell, everything on him all non-threatening beiges, pastels and jewel tones, his hair worn down, in a display of pliancy and friendless, eyes obscured by the warm tinge of his yellow shades, like a flesh eating plant luring in an unassuming fly with its colors...she really thought that man would just go and make introductions to someone he coveted more than life itself?

The soft drizzle starts beating against the colossal windows.

Winter has come to The Valley.

-"I’ve been married for forty three years and that’s a line I’ve never crossed so far. Don’t intend to now, Ms. Hamidi."-

He senses his voice looming, taking on a low edge; dangerous and unflinching.

The woman sits there quietly as the windswept waves crash outside the veranda.

Something akin to suppressed awe in her face.

-"Extreme circumstances require extreme measures."-

Is the last thing Terry Silver says, downing his liquor in one breath.

Your face as vividly in front of him as the ocean.

[romanarose]

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Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024

Hello friends!

Let's try this again and I'll try to be more clear to not invoke discourse. That being said, it is *my* event and if you'd like to run one a certain way, go nuts. However, this is how I'm doing it.

I had a lot of fun doing Dead Dove December and the Triple Frontier Anniversary Event so I decided I wanted to do an event for pride this year! I know it seems far away right now, especially given how many of us in north America are still cold af, but I wanna give everyone time!

Each week of pride will have a theme to write or draw for (you don't have to do all of them! Think of it like kinktober.) at the end, I will put out a masterlist (or multiple depending how many)so we can all share each other's work.

Why?

Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal are both allies to LGBT people, Pedro having played multiple queer rolls and having likened his sexuality to that of Prince Oberyn. Despite none of the characters being canon queer, Triple Frontier specifically lends itself to queer stories. Recently, theres been a rise in stories of Oscar characters in relationships or Pedro characters in relationships which I love.

What I'd really like to do is encourage people to think past x fem!reader or canon presentation of characters. I want to encourage gay, lesbian, bisexual relationships, trans readers, trans interpretations of characters etc. More content guidelines will be in the what section.

Where?

Primarily tumblr.com, our very own shithole hellsight. However, especially given tumblr's censorship vs. twitter, I am encouraging posting on twitter or wherever you'd like. If you post something elsewhere, send me a link or send me a post you made about it on tumblr and I'll promote the link.

Additionally if you only write on ao3, I'd love for you to participate too! Once again, just send the link!

When?

in order to do the week by week themes and hold all of June, there will be 6 weeks from May 26th-July 6th

Each week will have themes. I won't be policing the weeks and these so if you do the 1st week on july 3rd, that's fine. The themes are keeping in mind both artists and writers. I only got one artist for DDD, a great piece and I've love to see more! Ideas are just for spit balling, do your own take!

May 26th-June 1st: Coming out. Ideas: Coming out to family, lover, friend. Finding gender affirming clothes/hair, first pride

June 2nd-8th: Transitioning Ideas: Surgary, surgery scars, starting T or E, binding (safely!!!)

June 9th-15th: Sex/kissing First time together, first time with certain biology or the same sex, sweet kisses, smut showing scars,

June 16th-22nd: Food, fashion, fun

All things queer culture and culture of different religions, racial or country backgrounds, queer fashion, gender affirming clothes, Keshet (קשת), listening to Lady Gaga or Bruce Springsteen, watching a queer movie

June 23rd-29th: Struggles Rejection, reconciling faith and identity, missing family that rejected one, comfort, candlelight vigil, day of remembrance.

June 30th- July 6th:Strength Asserting ones or a partner/friend/family's pronouns, standing up against hate, being loudly and proudly yourself, pride events

Who?

Writers and artists in any form are welcome. I also want to encourage working with each other, writers and artists together!

For characters: Any Oscar Isaac or Pedro Pascal character has to at least be in the relationship. Other characters in universes can be done, such as FishBen.

Reader can be anyone, just properly tag! If you want to come out to Marc Spector as bisexual, do it!!! If you want Joel to take care of you after top surgery, do it!

YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE QUEER TO PARTICIPATE!

However! Please do your research if writing or drawing an identity not yours. There are trans, nonbinary, gay, lebian etc bloggers all over tumblr who write about their experience, please divert to first person testimonies rather than assumptions.

What?

A few rules

MUST contain more than male character x fem!reader. Male character x fem!reader x male character does not count unless the two male characters are romantically or sexually involved or one or the reader is trans. Any Q's, dm me!

This is not a dark event. I'm not going to be policing the content matter but I really want to primarily focus on the pride. However, as a bisexual, gender non-conforming person I know a lot of pain can still be involved. What we are not doing is suicide, death, self-harm, or non consensual activity. If you have questions or would like to make a case for something, just dm me!

This is not inherently NSFW, but there is absolutely NSFW allowed. Always tag everything properly.

The usual no's like bestiality, incest, underage nsfw etc

As far as minor characters, SFW MINOR CHARACTERS IS ALLOWED. You can write or draw lgbt themes because being LGBT is not inherently sexual. For example, teenage Santi coming out as trans to Frankie or your own version of Ellie and Joel's talk about Ellie and Dina kiss. That being said, I'd prefer to reserve this to teens. Again, any questions or ideas that don' quite fit into parameters, just ask!

As always, I am allowed to use my discretion. If I do not want to include something, I won't. However, I know that there are rifts in the fandom. I won't be excluding you out of personal bias. As long as I don't have you blocked and you haven't plagerized or done something really bad to people, you'll be included. I'm not letting petty beefs get in the way. Harmful actions will, however. I need to protect my peace and keep

NO REAL PERSON FANFICTION. Do not write about Oscar Isaac or Pedro pascal being gay or trans and do not make any assumptions about their sexuality or gender identity. Oscar is happily married to a woman and Pedro has expressed his sexuality is like that of Oberyn Martell but has not elaborated much further, nor should he have to. Just leave ‘em be. You can speculate elsewhere but that’s not what this event is for.

How?

Simply tag me, @romanarose and use the #OscarPedroPrideEvent2024 please please please use BOTH so it's easier for me to find!!!

When the event is over, much like DDD I will compiled them into a masterlist and posted. This is a chance for every blog, big and small, to get a moment in the sun and to share each others works! Remember, reblogging, comments, and interacting is what makes this a community! I want to create an environment that is welcoming and we all help each other.

Please feel free to reach out to me for any questions or clarification!

However, if you go issues with me writing men kissing, chracters being trans, queer readers etc, I'm not really open to debate.

~A nonbinary bisexual <3

[wisteriagoesvroom]

helloooooo :)) sliding in with a generic marvel-esque vaguely criminal organization landoscar au with background lestappen because I am nothing if not predictable

Oscar is their resident poison specialist (he makes new poisons, tests them, makes antidotes, etc. for the organization to use). His preference is plant based poisons, like belladonna and nightshade, because he graduated college with a botany degree and therefore has a lot of knowledge about them that he can put for use. He spends most of his time in his greenhouse full of toxic, beautiful plants that he tends too very, very carefully. They’re his babies.

There’s a whole backstory involved with how he came to join the organization that involves him accidentally killing his college roommate

Lando is a former gymnast turned espionage guy who also does theft on the side for funsies that works for the organization. Like vaguely cat woman-y? Obviously he’s super flexible and super good at his job because duh.

His favorite hobby is breaking into Oscar’s greenhouse via the windows and watching him work. Oscar is super fascinating to him, and he’s enamored with how absolutely brilliant this quiet, stoic boy, with maybe five facial expressions total is.

Lando sits there and listens to Oscar ramble about his complex science things. He doesn’t understand most of it ngl, but he loves the way Oscar’s face lights up when he goes on a long tangent about the chemical properties of cyanide and why it’s superior to arsenic.

Also sometimes lando brings Oscar random pretty shiny things that he stole that he thinks Oscar might like and leaves them on his desk, kind of like a crow. Oscar keeps all of them in a box under his bed. He looks at them when he feels down (he doesn’t tell lando that)

Oscar is equally obsessed with lando but this is already wayyyyyy too long so 😭 you just gotta trust me on this one

And then eventually, the rest of the people in the organization pick up on the growing landoscar feelings situation. Alex and George give lando a bunch of (loving and caring) grief about it. A bet between them is born. “$50 lando is too chicken to confess to Oscar by the end of the month”

Yada yada time skip a week or so and lando and Oscar FINALLY do something about the tension between them one night late in Oscar’s greenhouse, lando freshly back from a mission. Boom they kiss and then lando, being the idiot that he is, as soon as they pull apart, goes “lol George and Alex owe me $50 now”

Cue misunderstanding trope. “Oh you only kissed me for a bet?? You don’t actually have feelings for me 😔 I knew it was too good to be true.”

Lando realizes his mistake but Oscar’s already out the door, disappeared into the night.

And then Oscar gets kidnapped by the enemy 🤗 because he’d normally be more aware and vigilant and stuff but his emotions are really going through it so. The ransom note comes through the next day.

Gonna leave it on that because otherwise I will spiral into a full blown fic when I already have too many wips to finish

I'M SO????? HOW DID U JUST RANDOMLY SLIDE IN HERE WITH THIS???? i am so obsessed with these details my god the POISON? CATMAN ESPIONAGEGYMNAST? christ. and then lando leaving him little gifts like a crow. OSCAR ACCIDENTALLY K-WORDING HIS ROOMMATE (and possible guilt)?? the classic misunderstanding thingy "but oscar gets kidnapped" leading to a climactic rescue oh oh oh this is the stuff of dreams.

idk what to do with myself exactly cus this is so gorgeous. anyway have a moodboard for your efforts cus like my goodness this was lovely to read.

[hyperactive-cowboy]

So that's the second chapter of the landoscar christmas series, I have literally no idea of how to make a link between this chapter and the first one, so if you want to read it then you'll have to search it yourself, but it is my last post so no big problem. You have probably realized it, but I got inspired to write this story by "All I want for Christmas", so the titles of the chapters are part of the lyrics. As always if you have suggestions or there are issues with the story don't be shy kidsss. Oh and if someone can tell me how to make the link I'd be grateful for my life. ENJOYYYY

Make my wish come true

Warnings: like one curse word at the start and one at the end (I don't even know if those are considered curse words), the littlest angst and fluff. Some words are translated with google because english is not my first lenguage. It's not beta read because I don't have the energy to do it right now as I had planned on finishing the series in 2023 but here I am.

Ship: F1 involved!Lando Norris × not F1 involved!Oscar Piastri (established relationship)

Wc: 3.3k

Chapter 1, 2, 3

Summary: Max and Logan help Lando in his little gremlin plan to propose to Oscar during their christmas party.

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Max's phone rang in the exact moment his dream was at its climax, waking him up without letting him know the finale of it.

Max looked at who was calling at such an hour in the morning.

It was Lando. Then probably it wasn't important.

Max deactivated the sound and left the vibration on, trying to fall asleep again just to see the end of his dream, but the buzzing wouldn't stop.

With a mix of frustration and malcontent for his not-well-started Wednesday morning, Max took the phone and answered his best friend.

"What do you want" he asked abruptly

"'Morning sunshine, I also miss my best friend so much" Lando answered sarcastically and Max could perfectly picture in his head the wide tooth-gaped smile his best friend almost certainly had on his face. 

"It's not a good morning when it starts like this" Max returned. 

Lando, on the other hand, laughed at his friend's distress. Max knew that, sooner or later, he would've killed his best friend.

"Anyways, I'm sorry for your pain, but I've just got an idea" it surely wasn't a good start. Every time Lando said stuff like that, it didn't end well.

"Oh god"

"I want to propose to Oscar"

"OH GOD" 

Suddenly Max was sitting on the bed, totally awake and vigile.

He didn't know what to say. Well actually there were too many things he wanted to say but couldn't choose which one to say first. Between the "when?" The"where?" and the "Why?"s. 

Instead, his mouth (apparently not connected with his brain) deliberately and on its own expressed all his emotions at once.

"What the fuck"

"Yep it was pretty explanatory" 

Neither of them knew how to behave. Obviously some people they both knew have got married before, but neither Lando nor Max have ever experienced a crazy idea like that. 

"So… when?" The moment Max started to metabolize the news, he also began to like it in some weird way. 

He knew the two have been together for some time and (at least for Lando) have also been pining over each other for even longer, so it was logical that one of them would've done the big step in a short time.

"Okay, well, that's my plan…" 

Lando started to explain The Big Plan to his best friend, who was more excited every new sentence he heard. 

Max had known him for so many years and has always thought of him as more immature and childish than other people their age, but he was sure Lando would've made the perfect husband to Oscar.

This train of thoughts continued and extended in every direction that included memories of Lando, the emotions took over him and made his eyes water a bit. But thinking about it, those words were good, he should've taken notes for his best man's speech.

"Let's recap it from the start once again" Max read on his phone. It was at least the 25th time Lando had asked him to repeat The Plan. He was sure he could've acted even other people's parts in the show. 

"Dear god I only have to say yes when he asks me about the party" Max texted back.

"It's not difficult" then he added just to emphasize the pointlessness of Lando's worries.

"Don't you dare make fun of me I'm just anxious, it's normal I guess" Lando's answer arrived in no time

Max smiled to himself shaking his head. Some things never change, he thought while unfolding all the memories with his best friend and rewatching every time Lando acted anxious. There were a few.

"If your calculus are right, he's calling me in ten minutes, so maybe I should get ready to answer him?" Max asked, trying to find an excuse to not leave his friend on seen in this particular situation.

Lando texted just a "yeah you're right" and then left the chat.

Max sighed and closed his phone, just to get his hands on his face and rub his eyes.

"Hey Osc, long time no see" is the sentence Max and Lando have accorded for him to say, and he did it spectacularly. As if he hasn't repeated it for the past twenty minutes without a single stop.

"Yeah it has been a tough period. We were planning a christmas party at our place on wednesday, are you in?" Oscar asked him.

"But isn't Lando away?" He was trying really, really hard not to abruptly laugh and scream at Oscar's ear.

"Yeah, in fact we wanted to do this thing together, but then he was called away and we can't postpone it anymore" Max thought he sounded a little exasperated.

He felt his lungs expand and contract without an order, his cheeks had become red and swollen, in his eyes there were tears for holding it back, but then he couldn't take it anymore. 

Max let out a soft giggle, but that giggle meant to him like the most powerful and exorbitant laughter he had ever had, mostly because he felt (he could literally touch it) the importance of his position in there.

"Yeah I think I'll be there" 

"K, thanks mate" Oscar sounded pretty hesitant with his answer. "And you can come with who you want" he then added.

"Great, thanks. Bye" Max hung up just right before exploding in what he thought was one of the biggest laughs of his life.

He didn't know the cause of this, but that situation was so funny to him. Maybe it was just the stress. Most probably it was just the stress. But why should he be stressed? It wasn't even his proposal. What would have happened when it was HIS time to take the big step? Max didn't even want to think about it for a minute.

He jumped back to reality and immediately opened his and Lando's chat to update him.

Max rang the doorbell of his best friend's house and waited for his best friend's boyfriend (and next-to-be fiance) to open the door.

"Never saw you awake this early" 

Oh right! Oscar's humor was something he could never forget about.

"I'm happy to see you too" Max stated with the biggest smile stamped on his face. He patted the boy's shoulders with both his hands and looked him down, trying to imagine the guy with a different surname (something like Norris) and a different look (a smoking might be ideal, and maybe a golden ring on that finger could be even better).

"Yeah" Oscar mouthed with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression.

 Max entered the house without needing a welcome. He treated it like it was his, he didn't care if the actual owner was okay with it. At least he could say the same happened every time Lando and Oscar were at his place.

"What are you doing here?" 

If there was another person in the room, they could've heard three voices ask the same question at the same time.

"No no no. I asked you first" Logan yelled at Max getting up pretty fast from the couch he was previously lying on.

"Well yes man, but really why are YOU here" he repeated.

"I'm here to help Oscar. And you?"

"I'm too" 

Max and Logan looked at each other with a slightly confused stare, narrowing their gazes and tilting their head to one side or the other.

Oscar cleared his voice behind them and just then he realized he couldn't tell Logan what he was about to. ("Well, actually I'm here to help Lando" would've been his response).

"Max, can I ask you to get away from my home? I already have enough help" The youngest boy looked exhausted. It must be tiring to project an event like this almost alone and with his boyfriend hundred of miles away from him. 

He could not understand, but he surely could pity him.

"I'm very sorry Oscar, but I'm not leaving this house until tonight" 

"Okay then" he looked more exasperated every sentence. 

"Don't worry. This will be the best party you've ever been to" 

"Do I have to remind you this is MY house? Maybe I should be the one preparing it" Oscar pointed out almost ironically.

"We will be better than you, trust me" Logan, who has been silent the entirety of the time, had stepped in the conversation to support him, and Max couldn't be more grateful.

With all due care, Oscar left his house in his friend's hands and headed to work. 

Max and Logan had only six hours and a half to transform that house into a HOUSE.

"So why are you here really?" Logan broke the silence, leaning on the shopping cart as he pushed it.

The two were at the mall searching for cute items and classic christmas stuff to hang here and there in the house to make it look more comfortable.

They have given themselves a specific and perfectly timed list to follow religiously: the times were calculated per second and the both of them had certain works to complete.

"Lando wants to propose Oscar tonight" Max let out.

"LANDO WANTS TO WHAT?'' Logan cried out in the middle of the cheese island, standing up like he was electrocuted and launching three slices of gruyere into the cart.

"SHHH why are you screaming?" Max whisper-yelled at him.

"Oh ya know? It's just my best friend getting married to yours, why aren't YOU screaming?" Logan replied in the same voice tone.

"I've already had my screaming session a week ago" he explained.

Max looked at his clock and calculated there were two minutes of delay in their schedule.

Logan looked around himself in disbelief, pinching his own cheeks to make sure he was not living a dream. 

He looked at Max right in his eyes for the first time in their entire lives. 

"Then we have to make sure we do the best of it" Logan stated resolutely, speeding even more than before, driving his shopping cart like a formula 1 car.

"You go bake the cookies, I'll get the house aesthetically ready" 

Max nodded at his newfound friend and sprinted into the kitchen to prepare all the ingredients he needed.

Right after putting on his freshly-bought apron, his phone started vibrating.

Max boringly looked at the screen and would've even hung up, but noticing Lando's nickname on it, he thought it was preferible answering, after all that work.

He accepted the call and put on the speaker while calling Logan to make him participate at the "meeting".

"Everything's okay?" Lando's altered voice sounded more worried than Max had ever heard him.

He took a moment to appreciate the fact that his best friend was giving this plan all his soul. You could know how much he cared about Oscar (or generally about his loved ones, even if he didn't show it that much) just by hearing his preoccupied voice.

"Yep, we're almost ready" Logan answered, just as joyful as Max.

"Wait, who was that?"

"It's Logan. I know everything and I couldn't agree more with you on this decision" his face was stamped with a smile from ear to ear and his eyes shone brighter than the stars.

"Oh hey Log sorry, didn't know you were there too. Does he suspect anything?"

"There is absolutely no way he could. We were silent as a grave" Max answered, almost kicking his feet like a schoolgirl.

"Well then-" Lando's sentence start was interrupted by a not a little hasty Max, who was sure he was about to scream.

"Now that you have secured yours and our wellbeing, can we finish our work? We have a pretty full agenda to follow" 

"Oh okay then, I'm halfway there anyways" 

"Yeah yeah, you know where I keep my second set of keys" and without another word, he hung up the phone just as fast as they both came back to their respective jobs in the house.

"Hey that chocolate dough looks fantastic" Logan laughed entering the kitchen, looking at a totally covered in chocolate dough Max.

"Where? I thought I cleaned everything" Max responded. 

Logan sighed and continued his laugh, then threw a clean kitchen towel at him, telling him where he was still dirty while taking a seat to taste what they had prepared during the evening.

"It's not that bad" he exclaimed, chewing the biggest bite of cheese and ham toast Max had ever seen.

Logan raised the volume of his phone when he heard the first bits of  "Last Christmas" were playing.

By then, the trust between the two was near to the one in a years-long friendship, after all those hours spent together and a common goal in mind. For this sole reason, Logan felt confident enough to start singing his favorite Christmas song.

Max turned around with a shocked look. Not because Logan's singing skills were terrible, well not only because of this, but because he didn't think Logan was one to start singing around what was a stranger until a few hours before. 

And again his emotions changed, his heart melting a little. Logan singing like this in front of him meant that he trusted him enough to show him his silly side.

Max decided to match his energy and start wiggling his hips and dancing a little around the room.

The two were so lost in the moment they couldn't hear the owner of the house entering firstly the place, and then the kitchen.

"What in the world you two?" Oscar looked totally agape.

 Max and Logan fastly looked at each other and the american jumped between his best friend and his new one to try protecting him from any crazy action the Aussie could have done.

Max and Logan both knew Oscar wasn't one for physical contact, (everybody around him knew it) and because of it they were used to him never touching them. This was why, when they saw him coming this close so fastly, they were scared Oscar was about to stab one or both of them with a random pointy ornament found in the home.

It must've been a particularly shocking period for Max.

First Lando's announcement, then Logan's new friendship, and now a hug from Oscar.

"Thank you for everything" Max and Logan heard Oscar's muffled voice buried in their clothes and both moved a little because of the little gesture.

"That's no problem mate, really" Max assured him.

"C'mon now, there's people arriving here to party" Logan tried to lighten up the mood, receiving the tiniest and cutest laugh from Oscar.

"I don't think it's the worst idea you've had until now" Max whisper-screamed at his phone in his best friend's kitchen while everybody else, including Oscar, in the living room was living their best life.

It was at least the fourth phrase he had heard from Lando about what he thought could be the best starter of his proposal-speech.

"Well, at least not the weirdest" he continued.

"Ehy!" Lando laughed at him, but still his stress wasn't relieved, not even a bit.

Max, for the fiftieth time, didn't know how to act.

Like, what did he have to say? Something funny to let the pressure decrease? Or something meaningful to be That One friend for once?

He decided that saying nothing was the best option. For both, him and his friend. He was, actually, not a hundred percent sure about it, but on the spot he failed to think about anything better.

"I think it's better if I go now" Max admitted after a few moments of silence.

He received a "yeah" as an answer and immediately hung up.

Max was totally sure there were more mature things to do than he, seconds after, did. But, unfortunately, less mature things are usually the more spontaneous ones.

This is why, when his phone turned on again, seeing the new message from Lando and texted him back, the only natural thing to do that came to his mind was to start jumping and giggling, just like a schoolgirl.

He got only one thing not calculated in his mind: the fact that Oscar might be keen on entering his own kitchen for whatever reason. 

So when he turned around to face the exit, he found there on the door an astonished Oscar staring at him.

Max couldn't tell what was open wider: Oscar's eyes or his mouth.

Anyway, he had to think about a not-too-much- suspicious reaction on the spot. And surely he had never been good at thinking on the spot.

That's the reason why the first thing Max did was rebuking him, closing the door on his face.

Just a single moment after he thought that maybe his actions were more suspicious than anything else he could have done. 

With a worried expression folding his eyebrows, Max took his phone from the marble table's surface again and fastly texted to his friend he might have done something wrong.

"I'm here"

This was the message he had been waiting for the entire time, but now that Lando had sent it to him, Max was starting to get agitated again, knowing exactly what it meant.

"Is everything ready?" Was the following text he received, to which he answered with a "gimme 5 mins" 

The only three things he had to do were: inform Logan, inform every other guest and prepare Oscar.

The guests heard the news with surprise and loving eyes, while Logan started to sweat a bit.

Last point on his list was to take Oscar in front of the entrance and then his work would be done perfectly. 

But where the hell was Oscar? He had asked Liam, Max (the other one) and even Niran, but they knew less than him. So he searched in every room of the house, even the bathroom, but when he had knocked on the bathroom door, Logan's voice had answered him.

Max asked his and Lando's long time friend to text the next-to-be fiance and tell him to wait.

He tried to think about what could have happened: Lando would have rang the doorbell and Max would've opened the door instead of Oscar and Lando would've found his best friend instead of the love of his life in front of him (already on one knee and with the ring box open and about to repeat the speech he had been talking about for weeks) and then Lando would've asked him "what the hell?" and then he should have answered him with something like "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we have lost your future husband, we apologize for the unease" and what could've been Lando's reaction to it all?

Max's morbius thoughts were taking such a part of his brain, he didn't realize Logan had taken Oscar all the way in the living room, just right before entering the entrance.

When Max turned around and saw him, immediately looked at his friend Niran, winking at him as a way to give him the signal for Lando to ring.

All the guests were ready with their phones in their hands, faking sending and receiving messages or searching for something on google. Actually they were all about to flash the lights of their phones to make the atmosphere, using the devices just like in the 70s they used lighters.

Except for Charles: he was the one in charge of recording the video, in fact he had the best position of sight.

Max got out of the kitchen as the doorbell rang and Oscar (in a new outfit) rushed to open the door.

"My guest must've arrived" he announced looking at the young Aussie.

From his point of view, Max couldn't properly see all the scene, so he moved through the tangle of guests to crouch down one step away from Charles.

From there, Max could see everything perfectly: Oscar's (flabbergasted, he might add) expression, the fabulous ring, and most importantly his kneeling best friend and the biggest smile he had ever seen on his face.

[akuaya-stories-tl]

[SSR][Eric] Each Person's Resolve In Their Heart

Chapter 1: Unwavering Pride

Eric: — I've returned. We'll join the main force soon after.

Oscar: Oh, you're back. Good work. You've been on a string of missions just before.

Eric: Next is subduing the Ma-beasts. Captain has informed me that it'll be an expedition to the Charette territory.

Oscar: Oh, Charette territory…

Eric: Sir Oscar?

Oscar: Whoops, my bad. Isn't that your hometown?

Eric: Yes, but now's not the time to loaf around… We should make haste and get going.

Oscar: Still, don't you think a trip to the Eastern frontier is a bit too far?

Eric: Seriously… It's best to stay vigilant.

Because this mission is probably a request from my Father, the marquis of Charette…

(That reminds me, I heard my Father talk about it yesterday. Was it during the shooting practice—)

[sounds of gunshots]

Eric: — That makes it one hundred. My accuracy is… Alright, I've improved from last time.

Who could it be…? It's unusual for someone to be here this late at night.

Regular soldier 1: I feel sorry for Prince Claude. Isn't the adjutant the son of a marquis?

Regular soldier 2: Can he do the job at such a young age?

Regular soldier 1: The Commissioner is using him to make himself look good. I envy him, he got his position promised through his parent's influence.

Eric: …!

[flashback ends]

Eric: (I remembered those unpleasant memories again…)

(But it's only reasonable for them to think like that. Even amongst the imperial nobles, Charette family stood out for producing excellent soldiers for generations—)

(I joined the military because that's also what my Father wanted.)

(Did the Captain appoint me as his adjutant because of Father’s influence after all…?)

Oscar: What's wrong? Why do you suddenly stop?

Eric: … Excuse me, let's get going right away.

……

… Parent’s fame, huh.

Chapter 2: Unwavering Pride

Eric: Our Ma-beast target is no doubt deep in the woods.

Oscar: Alright, well done. Let's go and close our distance.

…!

Eric: Sir Oscar, please leave this to me.

Oscar: No way, it's gonna be tough to snipe from here. Can the bullet even go through?

Eric: It's possible within this distance.

Oscar: … Got it. I trust that one over there to you.

Eric: Roger…!

(... The wind is calm.)

(The Ma-beast has slowed since it has its guard down, I can shoot it from here as long as I read its movement.)

(It's alright. Just do as you are often trained to do.)

(I'll definitely show them my own result…! I won't let them say anything about my parent's fame…!)

Ma-beast: Groowwwl…

Eric: (— Now!)

[shoots]

Eric: (— Target has stopped, subjugation completes.)

Oscar: Eric, stay down!

Eric: Huh?

Small Ma-beast: Graaawr!

Eric: (A Ma-beast!? There's another one hiding?)

(Oh no, I can't make it in time to load my bullet…!)

Oscar: Take this!

[attacks the monster with his sword]

Small Ma-beast: … Grrrraaar!

[dies]

Oscar: … Alright. That's over. You okay, Eric?

Eric: Yes…

Oscar: That Ma-beast is pretty brutal for attacking us out of the blue like that, haha.

Eric: … Were you aware that there's another one hiding nearby?

Oscar: Yeah, I guess you can say it's from my experience?

Eric: Is that so…

Oscar: Ah… Come on now, the people are fine and we're safe. Doesn't this mean we've done a great job?

Eric: No, it was due to my poor judgment that I put you in danger…

(Father always told me that only when you accomplish beyond what had been expected can you be called a qualified soldier.)

(I'm still far from it even after all my efforts I've put. Am I lacking after all…)

……

Oscar: (Aaah. He looks so down in the dumps. I wanna do something for him, but what should I do.)

Chapter 3: Unwavering Pride

Eric: … That's all the reports from me.

Claude: Great work. Your skill has improved by a great amount, looking by the fact you took down a monster in one hit.

Eric: … It was a close call if Sir Oscar wasn't there.

Claude: Are you being modest?

Eric: I'm only stating the truth… Through this incident, I realized how truly powerless I am.

Captain, surely there'd be someone more qualified to be an adjutant out there.

Claude: Hmm… May I ask you to tell me all the details?

Eric: There's discontent rising amongst the soldiers with common origins over the fact that the Charette family monopolise key positions within the army…

Claude: Is that all?

Eric: ……

Captain… Are you on friendly terms with Father?

Claude: Yes, I won't deny that. I'm on friendly terms with the Commissioner.

Eric: So it's true…

Claude: But I want you to understand this.

Your family background wasn't the only reason that led me to promote you to adjutant.

Eric: There are other reasons?

Claude: Of course. I can't recall when it was, but I heard gunshots echoing in the training grounds late at night.

I stopped flipping through my papers to visit there and take a look, that's when I found a young man engaging with shooting training so fervently.

Eric: …!

Claude: It seems like he'd continue his training without missing a day. He never slacks off and remains earnest even in the face of criticism from others.

Eric: … I-I'm only doing what's natural. I can't allow my skill to deteriorate.

Claude: What you consider natural isn't a simple task anybody can accomplish.

You should be more confident in your own pride. I consider you to be a suitable man as my adjutant.

Eric: Sir Claude…

Claude: You aren't saying there's something amiss with my judgement, are you?

Eric: O-Of course not…!

Claude: Fufu, see?

All right, allow me to ask you this again. What do you want to do, Eric?

Eric: I'm afraid to say this, but I retract my previous statement.

Please allow me to stay as your adjutant!

[after Eric left]

Claude: It's just as Oscar reported. Seriously, even he himself can't be honest with him.

All things well if he can pull himself back together though…

Eric: (Never knew I'd feel so encouraged after hearing Sir Claude say that.)

I'll write it down in my diary so I won't forget…

(I want to be someone that can make my family proud and worthy of the title adjutant.)

Eric: I'll continue to do all my best.

[Fin]

[lottiepumpkinofficial]

day 22

chap’s 13,14

i’m in a funky mood, pls note my annotations may be strange/sparse today ALSO pls note there will be mentions of diet culture within this post- it will be labeled red as it starts and green as it ends, but please feel free to scroll if you don’t want to read that

i love ellie’s growing girl comment, i love that she constantly says and does things that flip gender on its head

tw diet culture. okay but it’s so fucking sad to me that jamie clearly only sees food as fuel, means to an end. he judges ellie for her food choices because he doesn’t care about the enjoyment or soul nourishment from food, he sees his body as a tool and therefore food as a means to make that tool work. he doesn’t even eat cupcakes for gods sake (i will never believe him that he doesn’t like sweet foods, i think he’s kidding himself) okay sad rant over

🌹

ooh friendly reminder that @rosewoodconch has created oscar’s diary and you can read it on ao3

stay fucking vigilant, that word is said to lottie almost as much as unprecedented was said during covid

i’m glad percy has counselling, but i wonder how it works for him, of course they’d have to have a counsellor who’s fluent in bsl or an interpreter, but i’m more curious about what he actually says, because he’s very private with his issues and if he doesn’t remember the kidnapping at all, what does he say? does he make up stuff? does he say nothing at all? does he talk about some stuff but not other stuff?

and the biggest question of all- if rosewood has counselling facilities, why the fuck do the royal trio not use them? lottie at least should, she was kidnapped for fucks sake

small classes are the best, i took two languages at gcse and only 9 of us were in the double language french class

i mean only two people you know have shown up lottie

lottie 🤝 binah

autistic

interesting that her tiara had been growing heavy for her but the second she sees something similar to her tiara it glows and her wolf pendant grows heavy

what happened to her? uh well she cut off her hair and founded the school you’re sat in

i love love love the parallels between ellie and liliana

also for anyone who does not know me, i am lottie and i am also william tufty 🩷🩷🩷

i also love that liliana is basically ellie and lottie smushed together as a person

okay so all the people in that class saw liliana wearing the tiara, and presumably they saw photos of lottie in it at the ball, how did nobody but professor devine and binah put two and two together

i’m also mildly confused that lottie’s vegetarian but she has a leather workbook, that feels very against her vibe but maybe that’s just me as a vegan

i wish we got more about binahs family, i know we get some stuff later on but i wish we got moreeee

heavy pendant=lottie connecting to herself

i think even from so early in the series, it’s a warning about giving up your own life for the service of someone else, no matter how much you love them- lottie and jamie giving up their own lives makes it so so much harder when inevitably it comes crashing down, because it had to, there was no way ever that things would be sustainable as they were. jamie needed to find himself, even if that meant briefly joining a terrorist organisation; and lottie needed to take her friends (especially ollie), her future and most importantly, her own feelings into account

again with lottie’s thoughts, i don’t think this is in her own voice, i think she’s imagining jamie telling her off

also the foreshadowing from this about jamie, she responds as herself, the princess does have a cousin

do we think binah knows about jamie at this point? is there anything binah doesn’t know?

okay clearly i do have a lot to say today

so there’s lilies everywhere- lilies=liliana and professor devine says lottie is connected to the flowers, i think if you pay attention there are so many floral hints in the books

also lilies symbolise purity and rebirth- do we think there’s a significance in this

oh of course he’s reading hamlet (princely reference?)

malevolent minx, i love it

well clearly she did summon up the spirit of liliana, she manifested lottie and she manifested going to rosewood

YES ELLIE DID SUMMON SOMEONE- YOU

howling- wolfy hints

this bit reminds me of carmilla (if you know what i’m talking about omg pls tell me)

uh oh, you’re halfway there to figuring it out lottie

pls lottie think of one other time you’ve smelt that without lola and micky present

[akuaya-eng]

(Main story) Chapter 6 - Episode 10

- DEAL WITH THE DEVIL -

Adder

I'll give you credit. Purifying that curse on your own.

Claude

Heh, I'm honored by your praise. But I must say, Adder, I'm disappointed in you. Even if you're the head of the Belladonna family, you're still using curses to entertain us.

Adder

Hah, you talk about hospitality for guests… What did you do to Dagon, Claude? Even if they're from another family, we devils don't overlook persecution against our own kind. --Don't think you'll make it home alive.

Claude

You're such a bad listener. As for the devil from the Gloriosa family, I treated them respectfully as guests. I even provided them with "meals."

Oscar

………

Eric

…?

Adder

Hmm. Even as former fallen angels, we're not so weak as to be manipulated by humans… It seems there are devils disguised as humans within the empire.

Claude

What if it really was the work of devils? Our Aquilegia Empire is vast. No matter how vigilant we are, devils can sometimes slip through. From what I've heard, the Belladonna family's position in the Devil World is still shaky. Shouldn't you check your own ground first before suspecting us?

Adder

You have a silver tongue, Claude. Devils and humans alike talk a lot when it's dark. In reality, it seems you've been misled. Answer me. Why did you deliberately let Dagon escape and follow?

Eric

… Deliberately…?

Oscar

………

Claude

… Very well, I'll tell you. It's because we acquired information. You devils are planning to cause a calamity.

Adder

…......

(thinking) Dagon… How much did you reveal?

Claude

Knowing that devil threatening the safety within the empire is involved with the calamity, it's the military's duty to capture it. If that devil escaped with someone's help, it's natural to pursue, isn't it?

Adder

And what will you do by chasing? There's nothing you can do in the face of a calamity.

Claude

That's why we're talking right now, Adder. Stop the calamity. Right now.

Adder

What nonsense you speak… If it's a wish, make it to an angel. Maybe it'll come true if you pray every night before bed.

Claude

Of course, it's not a wish. It's a deal.

Adder

Oh? If it's a deal, I'm sure you can pay an appropriate price.

Claude

Yes. If you stop the calamity, I'll tell you the location of one of the gems held by the Aquilegia Empire… How about that? I don't think it's a bad deal.

Adder

You don't understand a thing. "Tell the location"? That's not adequate as compensation. Bring the Gem to me right now. Then we'll talk.

Claude

That's difficult. Unfortunately, we haven't built up that level of trust yet. I don't know if you can stop the calamity. However, I do know where the Gem is. From the perspective of certainty, all I can offer is information. Do we have a deal? The Gem… Then stop the calamity, Adder.

Adder

……….

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Fiori

(teleport with Dia) …Huff… huff…

Dia

……….

Fiori

(looks around) …Great, we made it safely here. Espada did well. Setting up the teleportation magic circle to get just us out…

Dia

This place… the Galantia Kingdom.

Fiori

That's right. Welcome to my hometown. For now, let's treat those wounds. We're more beat up than we thought, right? Let's hurry to Galantia Castle. We'll go through the back to avoid suddenly causing a commotion because of the prince…

Dia

… I want to stay here a little longer.

Fiori

Here…? Why?

Dia

No deep reason. I just… wanted to look around.

Fiori

…I see. Then let's take a little detour on our way to the castle. Is that okay?

Dia

Yes.

(Fiori walks away)

???

(inside Dia's mind) …Burn… them… all…

Dia

…!

Fiori

…Prince, are you okay?

Dia

What… what's this voice… where it's coming from…

Fiori

Voice…? I don't hear anything…

???

(inside Dia's mind) …Burn...the...lives... Woe… on… you…

Dia

...What are you saying? Disaster…?

Fiori

Prince!? Hey…!

???

(inside Dia's mind) …Burn the lives... filling the earth.

Dia

Tch... Don't give me orders. Who are you! Shut up, shut up…!

Fiori

Prince, stay with me!

Dia

…Gah!!

Fiori

There you are, finally looking at me.

Dia

Fiori…

Fiori

…Are you okay?

Dia

It's nothing… Forget it.

Fiori

… I see, I see. If you feel unwell again, let me know. Let's go then. I'll guide you.

Dia

Yes.

(thinking) What was that voice just now? It felt like it echoed from deep within me… Asking me to--

???

… Burn the lives filling the earth. Woe to you. A great disaster-- in your hands.

Dia

Disaster... in my hands...

[criticalbennifer]

Ben Affleck Is Batman, and Here’s Why That’s Perfect Casting

By:  Jacob Hall

August 23, 2023

By now, you've surely heard the news: Ben Affleck has been cast as Batman in the still unofficially titled ‘Man of Steel 2,’ which will see Superman go toe-to-toe with the Caped Crusader.

The reaction was immediate and intense. For every fan who thought Affleck was a great choice, there was another who was ready to jump off a bridge. For every reasonable conversation about the casting, there was another that made reasonable people want to remove their ears upon hearing "Batfleck." Because that's how much people love Batman; he drives us all to bridge jumping.

However, the simple truth of the matter is that there is no such thing as multiple opinions on the casting of Ben Affleck as Batman. There is only one solid fact: it's terrific. There's no one we'd rather see put on the cape, get behind the wheel of the Batmobile and chuck batarangs at criminals' heads.

You want a good reason? Here are a few..

He’s a Damn Good Looking Man

Look, let's get this one out of the way first: Ben Affleck is an extraordinarily good-looking man with a physique and face that seem like they were specifically crafted by nature for a superhero costume. More importantly, his looks are in line with our new Superman -- like Henry Cavill, Affleck is a man, not some generic, flavor-of-the-week pretty boy. They were never going to get an ugly brute to wear the cape and cowl (although 'The Dark Knight Returns' writer/artist Frank miller would probably prefer it that way), but at least they're casting the right kind of handsome. If you're attracted to Ben Affleck, it's only because you're a human being. (And let's be clear, we're not saying Christian Bale is an ugly brute.)

So, Let’s Talk About Daredevil 

The most common complaint from fans about Affleck's casting as Batman has been to dredge up the debacle that was 2003's 'Daredevil.' They ignore his two Oscars. They ignore 'Hollywoodland,' 'The Company Men,' 'The Town' and 'Argo.' They ignore the fact that he's a completely different man than he was back in his (shudder) "Bennifer" days. All some people can talk about is the fact that he once played a superhero in a terrible movie.

Yes, 'Daredevil' is stilted, boring movie that's somehow managed to age into an even more stilted and boring movie. Yes, Affleck isn't particularly good in it. But let's be honest with ourselves here: Affleck is the least of the film's problems. Can we talk about the lousy screenplay? Can we talk about Mark Steven Johnson's pedestrian direction? Can we talk about every single thing that's wrong with the movie (which will take all day)? Affleck is guilty of being involved in a production that was a clusterfrack from frame one -- of course, he was bad in it! Everyone was bad in it!

If you're going to use 'Daredevil' as a reason why Ben Affleck shouldn't play Batman, your argument is essentially "every actor whose given a poor performance or starred in a lousy movie can't play Batman." Follow that logic and no one plays Batman. Ever.

Aged Like a Fine Wine

A decade ago, Ben Affleck put on skintight leather to play the Marvel superhero Daredevil and the whole world rolled its eyes. What changed? It's quite simple, really. Time has been kind to Affleck. As he's aged, he's grown as an actor and artist, taking on more nuanced, challenging roles and proving himself to be one of the best directors working today. Affleck wears this experience in every film he's in now, appearing less like a cocky young star and more like a guy who's seen it all. It's easy to write off young Affleck -- he was likable but rarely compelling. But 41-year-old Affleck? He's aged into a true movie star, a man of genuine interest.

In the official press release, director Zack Snyder talks about Affleck being able to play both sides of Batman, the charming Bruce Wayne and the tough, vigilant Batman. Directing himself in 'The Town' and 'Argo,' he proved more than capable of playing complicated characters with dual identities, guys whose soft sides mask something far darker, tougher and more violent. Anyone who immediately writes off Affleck has not seen the films he's directed or, more specifically, the performances he's given in films he's directed.

Batman Can Smile, You Know

We liked Bale as Batman as much as the next fanboy, but it's time for a change. We know Bruce Wayne has a lot to be angry about, but that doesn't mean the Caped Crusader can't crack a grin now and then. Bale's stoic, humorless performance was typical for him, but Affleck is a very different kind of actor. He's a naturally funny and charming guy, a performer who can own the stage on 'Saturday Night Live.' Now, we're not saying Affleck should take the Adam West route with his Batman, but we are saying that Affleck can play a Batman who, you know, occasionally feels joy and has amusing things to say to Alfred. Batman can be dark without being mopey, so let Affleck do what he does best and lighten it up just a little bit.

One Classy Motherf———-er

Has any actor really captured Bruce Wayne? While Christian Bale and Michael Keaton made more-than-capable Batmen, their take on the millionaire playboy behind the mask was always a little, well, dull. Bruce was always the least interesting part of Christopher Nolan's 'Dark Knight' trilogy. He was a cipher who occasionally pretended to be a loudmouth rich kid when he wasn't fighting crime. What about the Wayne of the comics? The well-liked philanthropist and social celebrity who acts as a figurehead for Gotham City by day before protecting it behind a mask at night? Affleck is perfect for this half of Batman's existence. Effortlessly classy, charming and suave, he resembles the Bruce Wayne we know and love, more so in everyday life than any actor who's put on the cowl before.

BONUS:  Holy Jawline, Batman!

When you're casting Batman, there's one thing more important than anything else. Sure, good looks, a superheroic physique and strong acting skills are a requirement, but they're all secondary at the end of the day. You see, there is one part of Batman that is more important than any other. If not chosen correctly, it's a tiny detail that could derail the entire film. We are, of course, talking about Batman's chin. If Batman has a bad chin, how the heck is he supposed to make that costume look cool at all? A bad chin and/or jawline will only make the whole thing look silly.

But, ladies and gentlemen, Ben Affleck has one helluva jawline. And that's all you need, really.

It’s funny to read all this and think of the Ben affleck from them and the Ben Affleck of right now (technically he was always this Ben but he and the people around him hid it really well)

[isca-rambles]

6x10 aka I can go back to my life once I finish this episode and stop thinking about Chenford and Lucy and this show every 5 minutes, right? Right?! These hitpeople are really lucky no-one was looking out their window right then. Nolan and Bailey's habit of sitting on a chair and watching the other sleep is pretty creepy, I have to admit. There's nothing wrong with a tender loving sleep vigil when the other person is in hospital or sick and nothing sweeter than watching your partner sleep while you're cosied up in bed together. Or catching yourself gazing lovingly at their sleeping form while you're doing other things. But...sitting there is...yeah. You do you, Bailan. Whatever makes you happy. Blair, shut the fuck up you whiny little piece of shit. Ahem. Sorry. Is letting Blair out of their sight really a good idea?

Okay so I know the board changes through the shots, but they really couldn't have put Lucy's name on there? I know it's probably more related to cops who may have had contact with Blair or been on or involved with failed calls, but you really couldn't put Lucy on there? I will believe that Aaron was about to write her name when he got interrupted. Or that Lucy is so above and beyond reproach that they didn't even need to put her on the no list. I mean, there's a lot more officers who aren't in any of the columns but still. Come on. Also Nickerson you're still on my shit list for the betting pool. Smitty is too but ya know, Smitty. Where is my feral Tim worried about Lucy being potentially exposed with Monica and Blair both in the running and in connection with Bautista? Gimme them fics. He knows she's capable but surely last episode at least. Or just fretting to Angela and Nyla? C'mon. Give me a crumb. Charlie, just accidentally pretend to look the other way when someone tries to kill Monica. Please. Also why do I keep typing Monico instead of Monica. It's getting tiresome to retype. So the only solution is for Monica to disappear. Ugh, c'mon Oscar. I liked you but you're bringing more Bailan BS back into our lives? I mean, it's better than Monica I guess. I can deal with that. And again, I really don't hate Bailan as a couple or individually. Blair, shut up. Stop whining, yes it is your fault. Okay also yes, sorry actress playing the hitwoman, but that Irish accent is awful. Why would you want her using an accent that isn't hers? It's not vital to the story, is it? God these kids are so well behaved. Charlie, c'mon. You're better than this. Lucy coming in the save the day. Oh my god Tim's eyes. Aaron and Lopez at the helm of their favourite ship and sighting calmer waters. Aaagh. Charlie yes! Good girl. God I wish I could pull off a pixie cut like that. Nyla immediately cosying up under a blankie. I still love you, you're just minus some points, that's all. Oh, my heart. Look at them back in a car together again. They can't help but open up to each other when they're in a shop at work. Even if it's not an actual shop. It's so natural to them, being like this. Side by side. No matter what happens between them, this is their safe space. They're a perfect team when they've got a job to do. They can joke, they can smile. She even hits him a little off camera. You can hear it and see him jostle slightly in response. Those tactile little teasing moments. Ahhhhh. Lucy casually catching one of the hitmen and then swooping by to save her man. God she's amazing. I adore this chase scene so much. And not just because Lucy is a fucking badass. Okay, mainly because she's a fucking badass. The second she spots Tim in trouble there is no hesitation. She knows what she has to do and she is not going to fail. I hope that look in Angela's eyes is utter starstruck awe at how badass Lucy is. And though she doesn't get any recognition about what she did from anyone except Tim, I hope we get some mentions of it in S7. Just a little 'oh hey, didn't she jump out of a moving truck onto another, choke a hitman out and rescue another officer?' Also, it's insanely unfair how fucking gorgeous she looks in this entire scene. This scene really does slap though. The music and how it's shot. Perfect. Oh my god the looks between them. Lucy standing up there like a fucking boss. Tim can't help but keep looking back up to her, injured and exhausted as he is. She just lept in, fucking soared over, and choked out that guy to save his life. I'm sad we lose out people going nuts over how epic that was so we can get this scene but it is what it is. Where's the fanfic of everyone praising Lucy for her badassery, please and thank you? This is the last we'll see of Blair and Monica, right? Please? Please say yes. Pretty please? Nah, sorry fam, she's not Irish.

Nolan, Blair is a piece of work. Stop being so stupid. God, if they save Blair and she ends up back in the show I will do so peeved. She better be left in jail and never seen again I swear to god. Monica can go disappear and never return too. Please. Poor Aaron. Sweetie. Blair you're going to be the reason he leaves us in universe and I will never forgive you for that. I mean everything else you've done is awful too but yeah. Sincerely, never reappear. Oh the lift/elevator. Is this the new parking lot for scenes with them? What can I say about this scene that hasn't already been said? Their faces. Their eyes. His softest voice. I literally can't with these two. And I know for some people a love confession would've been perfect. I mean I wouldn't have said no to a 'I'm sorry, I love you and I always will' but this was good too. He knows he can't just leave her and then waltz back. He knows he has to go slowly and carefully. It has to be her choice this time. But god we better get some good adult conversations between them in S7. Lucy deserves a chance to talk to him about everything properly. I want to see the small doses but I also want to see the mature adult talks. I want to see them heal separately and together. I want to see them get all the good things that were taken away from them this season. I need to see Lucy being appreciated and recognised and respected. By Tim and by everyone else. It's the least she's owed. Give her her dues, give her some stripes, give her everything she's earned and worked for. I don't hate the idea of Oscar and Jason being the new S7 problem. Just make sure it involves everyone else and not just Bailan, okay? We've never actually seen Tim and Lucy interact with Oscar, right? Could be interesting. I did have a wild fic idea a while back that Jason would pay some guys to kidnap Bailey but Lucy ends up borrowing Bailey/John's car that day and gets taken instead. Short brunette, easy mistake. And then, ya know, we'd get feral Tim AND badass Lucy saving herself. Think about it.

Weird to be finish though. All caught up. I'm a little relieved honestly, I was dreading catching up to S6. It's weird knowing everything that happens for the most part, watching all the Lucy and Chenford scenes in advance, and then going through it episode by episode. It has been nice being able to ramble my thoughts out somewhere. I haven't hated it but it'll be kind of nice being in a fandom again as the episodes come out each week. Well, depending on the episodes. I guess we'll see. I may reappear for some fic prompts or even some half-baked awful attempts at fics if the mood strikes, but otherwise I'll mostly be reblogging gifs until January and maybe occasionally crying into the void. Now excuse me while I go rewatch DOD forever because that episode is just perfection.

[lovecherishmm]

Okay. The diagnosis for the MC, Oscar Crucian, courtesy of @fictionalcreator is confirmed. Previously alcoholic (intentionally)? Check. Frugal and won't hold back in spending money, both the original and the current ones? Check. Holding their people so dear they are willing to self-destruct? Check. Nosebleeds and coughing up blood? Check (although very minor, since he broke his bones more often than shedding blood, often is an understatement), I'm still too early in the novel to confirm. Fainting? Check. Finding himself in a fight whenever he steps out of his room? Check. Memories coming as constant nightmares? Check. The Lone SurvivorTM? Check. CursedTM? Check. The influential people magnet? Check. Is best with those younger than him, won't hesitate to reassure those younger than him in serious situations? Check. Going through war? Double check, because he'll experience it twice.

He had better emotional regulation and trauma response. Healthier coping mechanism. He had a support system he could rely on, but reaching out would take a while, he's stubborn in his belief to immediately grasp he needs help. Rational but reasonably sympathetic. 'Composed' and 'Silent Vigilance' would be a better word than 'Stoic' and 'Cynical' to describe him.

He's from back alleys and an orphan. I love how this is consistently being highlighted whenever he faces people with 'family problems' or people who had their motivation lies in supporting their family. [I can't sympathize, but I do share the same sentiment to my people]–basically him. I love how lovely it is when he realize he don't understand something people normally would, because he never experienced it, he didn't know, but it's okay even if he didn't.

He can express himself! Wow, I am so proud! He can look dejected, he can look puzzled, he can pout and whine to his Master! He can make a mistake and suffer second-hand embarrassment! He cried and take his time to calm down! I'm wondering why the title was 'The Problematic Child of the Magic Tower' or 'The Magic Tower's Problem Child' but I think I get it now. He's my child. The way this world view said 'children' with affection is so heartwarming. Like, I don't care if you're in your 20s you are still so young and it is okay to be young.

Surprisingly enough, this is not misunderstanding heavy narrative. There's time the truth actually comes to light. And better yet? The resulting consequences was so lovely it's healing. I'm adoring every children in this story you have no idea.

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Another bonus:

Hello?? I love these interactions so bad🥺✨

Long white hair.... Blue eyes.... Good with children.... Is dying and coughing up blood—

Wow.... WOAHHHHH?!! You're so pretty, so pure, so innocent, MAJESTIC AND BREATHTAKING dying like that— it never cross my mind, but thank you for serving as kebab priest Cale, new guy🥺🥺🥺🤍

[cheesebrackers]

Am I posting about Luigi's mansion ghosts' names in french? Yes.

Why? They're silly

ITS MY AUTISM I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

Anyways so here's the Luigi's mansion 3 ghost names in french and what they mean. Most of them are based off rhymes or wordplay.

-Steward: Peter le Porteur

Translates to Peter the Porter. No explanation needed, you get it.

-Chambrea: Dominique la Domestique

Translates to Dominic the Maid

-Kruller: Virgile le Vigile

Translates to Virgile the watchman

-Chef Soulffle: Krem Brûlé

It's a wordplay on crème brûlé, that french-named dessert

-Amadeus Wolfgeist: Faust Note

It's a pun on fausse note, which translates to wrong note.

-King MacFrights: Roi McEffroi

Literally just translated his name as far as I know

-Dr. Potter: Professeur Foliane

It comes from fol, meaning "crazy" or "out of control plant" in the context of botany, "herbe folle", a "crazy grass" is a synonym for weed, and liane just means liana

-Morty: Oscar

Yeah like the award

-Ug: Grut

I have nothing to say it's all here

-Clem: Serge le Concierge/ Lucien le Gardien

For some reason, Clem got two names in french. I assume one is on the Canadian version and the other one is the France French version. Serge le Concierge translates to Serge the Caretaker. For Lucien, incidentally, the name comes from the Latin word "lux" (light) putting it in contrast with the darkness of the subterranean boilerworks area. "Lucien" is also an old-fashioned name, usually associated with French rural areas. Gardien also means caretaker in this context.

-Serpci: Cléo Patatras

It's a worplay on Cleopatra and whatever the fuck patatras means (it's just an onomatopoeia)

-Nikki, Lindsey & Ginny: Les sœurs mirage

Translates to the illusion sisters

-Captain Fishook: Capitaine dents-de-scie

Translates to captain sawtooth

-Johnny Deepend: Walter Polo

Shinji chair

-DJ Phantasmagloria: surprisingly, her name is the same in french.

-Hellen Gravely: Ambre Buscade

It's a pun on ambuscade, which translates to ambush

Oh and polterkitty is ectochat

Hehe

[creepymarshmallow3]

Ask 1: Bonus for Raven and Fred with them finding Photographer for a new jacket for Fred or something to help him out.

Ask 2: And I'm cerious if Leroy was with the dangerous Trollges.

Thinking they shadow over him as he's smiling nervously as it then shows them with intense glares.

Ask 1: cute ending)

and I want to say, this is my first and favorite comic) I'm glad that we created it, this will be the canon Fred's situation)

Ask 2:

Oscar at first will be interested in Leroy in a good way, but when he finds out who he is, he does not want to talk to him and even see him. In the situation with the raven, he will protect her and drive him away as best he can, inflicting blows with claws and teeth in response.

Gill will not pay much attention to him at all, but he will not be particularly happy with such a guest, he will just be vigilant so that Leroy does not carry something combustible into the forest. If he starts hurting the raven when she's in Gill's forest, he'll throw Leroy around like Pyro used to.

Springy will be interested in Leroy, and he will find him quite interesting for his "crazy" nature, but getting to know him better, he will simply ignore him. In a raven situation, he will run away with the raven, away from him, and thanks to the growth of Springa, Leroy will not reach the raven.

Simia will become interested in him, at first especially the inscription "ha ha" on his body, but after learning who he is for the raven, she will immediately change her mind and will try to avoid him. Next to the raven, Simiya will try to get Raven away from Leroy to a safe place, but if that doesn't work, she will attack him in her second form, which is quite dangerous.

Fred is not interested in Leroy at the beginning, even knowing him better, he will simply try not to run into him, and will try to drive him away if he is on his abandoned. If Raven is in Fred's desert, and Leroy is there, Fred will bite him and try to protect the raven, but it will be more difficult for him due to his peculiarity in clothing.

Sharp is not particularly interested in him at first, but when he finds out who he is for Raven, he will hate him, because he will not understand how and why to offend Raven, because she is good. If Leroy attacks a raven and Sharpe is nearby, Leroy better run.

Mimic, oh, he can only accidentally meet, it will run away from fright. Near the raven, the Mimic will jump on Leroy's head, trying to distract him, giving the raven a head start on escaping from him, and then he will run away.

The Puppeteer, he doesn't even care about my ocs, Leroy will not interest him, but if Leroy attacks her, the Puppeteer will use his voodoo practice, and will "play" with Leroy until he gets bored (interesting fact: the puppeteer tortures victims with voodoo, very long 1-3 months).

The photographer will not care about Leroy himself, but after learning about his relationship with the Raven, he will try to avoid him in order to see him less. Next to the raven, the photographer will protect her from Leroy, leaving with her, before that he smacked Leroy

so if raven is with my ocs, she's safe)

(By the way, here's the art :)

[tiredbutstillloveable]

HYUNJIN'S IDEAL TYPE OBSERVATIONS

VIRGO MOON, JUNO AQUARIUS CONJUNCT NEPTUNE, PISCES VENUS CONJUNCT MERCURY

This person feels so ethereal. I know this is a cliché perspective to Pisces Venus, but I don’t have a better word to describe it. Is just... this loving, caring and warm energy, yk?

This is such a kind hearted person, who genuinely listens to people’s problems, and is so empathetic. Super considered. Is just the best person to have as a friend.

Won’t ever judge or say your feelings aren’t valid. She understands you completely, to the level that she could feel your pain as her own.

Now...all these good things said...she is a sweet, nice person and all, but she still gonna call you out of your bs. She can do this in a nicer way than the majority, sure...but don’t you expect that she will keep to herself when you are wrong, or committing some kind of injustice, or just being mean to people, just not considering their feelings, for instance.

She is honest, and probably thinks honesty is the best policy. It’s like... keep it real, keep it true to your essence. As Oscar Wilde once said “Be yourself, everyone else is already taken”. So, this is pretty much the feeling and mentality here. Being authentic and your beautiful self is all that really matters.

Sometimes they put people’s needs before their own, so this can be really problematic. And even tho they prefer being real with people, and to show their real colors, they can be scared of not being accept it.

They can be really anxious and depression can be something that happen to them from time to time. Sometimes they feel too overwhelmed by the problems in the world, they are too empathetic for their own good. They can truly feel the ugliness in this world, and this can be devastating. This can happen when they are not guarding their energy, because they can easily pick things up from people and places, they should always be vigilant about this, and always cleanse and protect their camp.

They are the type to be friends with everyone, they are super easy going, and open minded. So, it’s just easy to get along with them.

They don’t like fights; will try to solve their problems through talking things out, how they are feeling, etc...

Hyunjin is a Virgo Moon, so someone who pays attention to little things, and who observes their environment can be nice. A hard worker person, who is independent, and mature. A person who is stable and he can count on, who won’t let him fall, someone who will be by his side no matter what.

A person who is seeking for knowledge about herself, maybe someone who goes to therapy or/and is taking care of her spiritual side. Someone awake, I dare to say. A person who may like to study about the holistic therapies, or is adapt to it. She is aware that there are more things in this life that we dream of.

She could be a healer.

Totally artistic. She could use this as a therapy. She is super creative and has a lively imagination. She is super intuitive and could download some information's...like those people who can make masterpieces out of nowhere, yk?

She is the type to believe in the impossible, and can be a dreamer but most importantly, she knows how to make her dreams come true, and is not afraid to invest her time to bring to reality what she really wants.

Could be totally into charity work, and social causes. A person who wants to see the world becoming a better place, and is definitely involved in the way she can to make that come true.

Strong on her points of views, she won’t accept cruelty against any living creature. She is a conscious person; she fights for equality, human rights, the environment, animals...she wants more fairness in the world, a world free of prejudice and butchery against people just because they are different; She wants to bring this level of conscious to people, like explaining why this is not cool, and why they should stop all this. And she does in her own way, which is through love and kindness (yes, she is a patient person).

She knows how to embrace and take care of people. Just a real special person, who has the biggest heart.

This person needs to know when to take some time off and just take care of herself.

She can be a great helper, but sometimes getting the help from others or even asking for it can be tough and awkward. She doesn’t want to bother people with her problems...

She can very independent. She is not the one asking for things, she is the one who tries to solve the other’s problems...yeah, that kind of energy I’m sensing here with that Aquarius Juno and Virgo Moon.

She can be very eloquent and good at writing. She could be very inspiring to people.

She will be very sweet and attentive towards Hyunjin’s needs. Won’t judge him, she will be very receptive and validated his emotions and feelings for sure. She will be protective of him too. They will love to do things together and just be around each other. She can teach him a lot of things he does know about politics, and spirituality. I can see them doing a lot of artistic programs together, like going to some art exhibition, or dancing together; they could be the type of couple who loves being in touch with nature and this can help them a lot to gain energy and just do the cleanse. Sometimes things get too hard, so we need this time off of the world. They will be a very cute and endearing couple, who can understand one another just by the expression in their eyes. This will be a very in love and romantic couple.

They will be best friends, respecting one another space, moments, individuality, talking freely about everything.

[talesofkhaos]

Spencer sipped his coffee, the warmth providing comfort amid the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his mind. His table was cluttered with notes, each page filled with connections and insights about the Gemini Coven. However, Spencer knew he was still missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. As he glanced out the window, he wondered if the answer lay in the stories of the townspeople or perhaps in the shadows of Mystic Falls itself. His mind raced through the possibilities, considering every encounter and whispered rumor he'd heard since arriving. Was it someone he had already met, hidden behind a friendly smile or a passing glance? Or was it an unseen force, lurking in the background, orchestrating events with a deft hand? As he pondered, Spencer couldn't shake the feeling that the key to unraveling the mystery was closer than he dared to imagine. Deep in thought, Spencer was startled when he heard the male voice, followed by a groan. His chestnut hues shifted to the man who sat at the booth across from him, his presence both unexpected and intriguing.

The man had an air of nonchalance, yet there was an intensity in his eyes that suggested a mind constantly at work, calculating and plotting. His words were laced with a charm that seemed both genuine and manipulative, as if he was effortlessly drawing people in while masking his true intentions. Spencer noted the subtle arrogance in his demeanor, the kind that often belonged to someone who knew they were always the smartest person in the room. Intrigued by the man's presence and curious about his intentions, Spencer decided to engage in the conversation with a playful smirk. "Stalking, you say? Perhaps I'm just a very dedicated researcher," he replied, leaning forward with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "But tell me, what makes you think I'm following you, and why does that thought bring you here?" Spencer couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that lingered in the air, a subtle warning that this encounter might be more than just a casual conversation. The man's cryptic smile and evasive answers only heightened Spencer's suspicion, suggesting he held secrets that were closely guarded. Despite the charm, Spencer sensed a darkness beneath the surface, compelling him to tread carefully while trying to uncover the truth about this enigmatic stranger.

This piqued Spencer's curiosity even further, as he had made a conscious effort to keep a low profile since arriving. "You seem to be quite an observer," Spencer remarked, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought I was the one observing." His mind raced, wondering how this stranger had gathered such information and what his true motives were. The unexpected outburst left Spencer speechless, struggling to process the bizarre analogy. His initial surprise quickly turned into amusement, as he realized that beneath the man's eccentricity lay a keen, albeit unconventional, insight into the situation at hand. "Ah, but you see," Spencer retorted with a chuckle, "Manners are often a facade, much like the shower curtain Norman Bates so famously hid behind." He leaned back, crossing his arms as he continued, "It's the intentions behind those manners that truly matter, wouldn't you agree?" "And sometimes," he added, "those intentions can be far more sinister than we realize." "After all," Spencer continued with a wry grin, "as Oscar Wilde once said, 'A man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.'" He watched the man's reaction carefully, curious to see if this quote would reveal any cracks in his carefully constructed facade.

As he finally caught the stranger's gaze, Spencer felt a chill run down his spine, yet he maintained his composure. Having encountered numerous serial killers in his line of work, Spencer was no stranger to danger, but this man's aura seemed distinctly unsettling. There was an ineffable quality about him that set off alarms in Spencer's mind, urging him to remain vigilant and cautious. Spencer knew better than to judge someone so quickly, aware that first impressions are misleading. Yet, the unsettling aura surrounding the stranger compelled him to remain cautious, trusting his instincts while keeping his guard up. Spencer chuckled at the odd comparison, appreciating the stranger's unique perspective. "Well, imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery," he mused, "but it often lacks the original's authenticity and charm." He leaned forward slightly, his tone more serious now, "The real question is, what are we truly trying to emulate, and why?" Spencer decided it was time to introduce himself, but he chose his words carefully, aware of the need to maintain a certain level of detachment.

"My name is Spencer," he said with a measured smile. "It's always intriguing to meet someone with such a unique perspective." He kept his gaze steady, assessing the stranger's reaction, ready to withdraw if any hint of danger arose. As Spencer took a sip of his coffee, he focused intently on the man across from him, his eidetic memory working to commit every detail of the stranger's face to memory. He noted the subtle lines of tension around the man's eyes and the way his fingers drummed lightly on the table. Each observation was cataloged meticulously, ready to be recalled if needed, as Spencer aimed to uncover the truth lurking behind the stranger's enigmatic demeanor.

The whirring of the automatic door shrouds him in a constant echo that throbs in his ear like clockwork, drawing it out until the cold air nearly hits his face razorsharp, the crisp autumn air had been a welcome change from the sterile scent of antiseptic, and his sisters’ nagging voice, that almost sounded like she was four years old again, doing her pretty little spells in the garden as everyone watched, while Kai sat on the cool tiles of the living room, watching his siblings and friends pool around her like a circus attraction. Although Kai could not hold it against her, he was still a little let down when he felt a chill run down her spine and she looked at him as if she had seen a ghost. He had been excited to see his sister, a sentiment that she had never really responded to. That was always what she did, turn him into the black sheep, paint him the villain. He had grown accustomed to it over the years, and now he proudly wore his title he was forced to fit into, with no other option but to wear it like a curse, a chain around his wrist that constantly reminded him of what he did not have. He did not mind the flicker in his eyes or the way people shied away from him; in fact, it now tempted him to feel the clear aversion others had cast upon him as a straight out of jail Monopolt card, the opportunity to finally indulge in his own freedom.

Across the street, leaning against a lamppost, was the man. Tall, thin, with a perpetually downcast gaze and a jacket what looked as though it had been handmade by his dead grandmother. It was the third time Kai had seen him in as many days, each encounter in a different location, but always within a few blocks of his own movements, and his eyes, always glued at the back of his head. He would not lie and say it did not entice him, the thrill that threatened to burn in his throat and the nagging feeling that instantly tucked a grin on the corner of his lips. If anything, he felt that, he leant into the feelings almost like he sought the touch of it. Only few things could spark his interest after he had watched day pass after another, staring at the same moon, the same sun for what felt like his whole life.

The first time, he'd dismissed it as coincidence. The second, a nagging suspicion had begun to form. Now, here he was again, and the faint smile that had started as excitement was blossoming into something closer to thrill. The answer to the unspoken question was palpable. He was being followed. Finally. People usually did not come to Mystic Falls for its astonishing scenery, nor the secrets that shrouded every corner, edging people’s curiosity just as it did their fear. A flicker of something that he could not quite pinpoint rummaged in his chest – annoyance, perhaps? Nothing but curiosity prompted him to observe the stranger from the obscured alleyway for approximately a quarter of an hour, recognizing the way he fidgeted with a worn leather satchel. Patience, however, was a virtue Kai had never been familiar with, albeit unfortunately.

People did not just show up there without reason, each new person that brought Mystic Falls’s inhabitant number up, had a reason to be there, whether that was visiting family and rekindling their old relationship after a long time apart, or coming back to kill them. He did not seem to have done either of those, he missed the dark streak in his eye, the indication that he was something else than just a terrible normal guy that wanted to play vampire hunter and savior of the city. The god damned clishees kept toppling.

His steps dragged him into the cafè on the corner of the street, that was unluckily adorned with old, chipped paint along its rustical wooden door. The weight of his boots groaned against thr aged floorboards, leading him to settled into a cozy corner of the café. He had seen him outside, he would follow him in there, that was for certain. All he needed to to was wait, though that was more of his brother's speciality, and so the anticipation of their so called reunion was both exciting and nerve-wracking at once. The pointet of the clock moved, the heat was not rising from the cup two booths over and he in turn, had begun to sense the heaviness in his legs. The door draws in his gaze each single time it swung open, perhaps hoping to see the familiar face he recalled from before. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he recognized the person walking towards him—a smile breaking across their face that mirrored his own. The rush of the excitement and the promise of it overcame the wait in that instant. "Man," groans Kai and scoots over in the booth, that let his eyes land on the guy so easily. He could have be mistaken as a teacher easily, or the disguise was so well thought out, that it gave the impression of such. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were stalking me."

As quickly as it had arrived, he negated his thought by waving his hand. It would not bother him. He loved people take interest in him. “I’d totally gag to be the new dude in town, you know? You wake up thinking it’s gonna be rad, but then bam! You step outside and some freaky draculas are coming for your neck, no consent, dude, like, majorly whack! Even Norman Bates had more manners, for sure!" Thinking it was the same one that scampered in the rotten corners at night where the blood stained the sidewalk in a darker shade, he pushes his eyes up to roll dramatically and inhales the dusty scent that goes along with it. Four seconds pass before his eyes finally meet his gaze, twisting his lips to curl upward in an anticipatory grin as his breath comes in an exasperated heave. “Raises the question about how low can you sink. But we don’t have him we have a weird looking copy of Elvis, who can’t even sing and doesn’t look half as good. Like, uh? Leave some for the rest of us, right?”