#kait you are so talented

[forzalando]

i'm giggling and kicking my feet, this was absolutely the cutest thing ever. and after doing 5 hours of grad school work this evening, i'm feeling so incredibly (not) normal about this fic. can max come leave me notes in my textbooks. asking for a friend (me).

hi kait!! finally found my way into your inbox, i feel like it’s been a tiiiny bit overdue 😭

i’d love to request writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying with oscar if that’s okay! (or max, if you wanna give a hand at writing for him)

liyah!!! you're right on time babe, thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this and i'm hoping i did max justice <3

max verstappen x reader, 2k, a dash of google translated dutch lol. request something from here!

“Fuck!” 

Your forehead thunks down against your open textbook for what feels like the millionth time. You feel like you’ve been staring at the same page for hours, yet you still can’t seem to make any sense of what you’re looking at, and it makes you want to scream. 

Now don’t get it wrong, you love learning and you’re fortunate enough to be pursuing an advanced education, but it’s at times like these you wonder if it’s all worth it. There’s so much information to take in and not enough hours in the day to remember it all, and you’re running out of time before you have to take this godforsaken exam that could prevent you from moving to the next level of courses. 

No pressure, or anything, of course. 

“Careful, mijn liefje, you're too smart to be banging your head on the table like that.” Max’s voice rings out from behind you, and you’re too tired to even jump. You hadn’t even heard him let himself into your apartment, let alone sneak up on you. He leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I don’t feel smart,” You huff, feeling his hands smooth along your shoulders. “I feel like an idiot.” 

“You’re not an idiot.” He replies, very as-a-matter-of-factly. His thumbs press into the knots at the base of your neck like he knows exactly where they are, rubbing slow circles. You don't see it, but he scans your surroundings with a furrowed brow as he massages your stiff muscles. 

The table around you is littered with things—crumpled papers, empty Red Bull cans, an entire stationery store’s worth of pens and highlighters, and most worryingly, your still completely full water bottle. If that sight is any indication, he can safely assume you probably haven’t left your place in this chair for a while. 

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way because I mean it from a place of love, but when was the last time you got some sleep?” 

“What? I dunno, like yesterday—wait, what day is it today?” 

Max presses his lips into a thin line. He’s never been one to worry too much about your studies, because you’re fully capable of keeping things in order yourself, but it might be starting to get out of hand. Now feels like a good time to step in and take matters into his own hands. “If you have to think that hard about it, it’s been too long.” 

Finally you look up at him, and boy is he right. You look utterly exhausted, even as you vehemently shake your head side to side. “I’m not tired, Max. I need to study.” 

“You’ve been studying for ages. What you need is rest.” 

“I can’t. I don’t have time for rest, I need to be ready for my exam,” You argue, already turning back to your textbook. Max crouches down next to you, blanketing your knee with a large, warm palm. His other hand eases the pen out of your grasp, fingers lacing with yours instead. 

“Please take a break, schatje. If not for yourself, do it for me.” 

One look at those pretty, pleading blue eyes of his and you cave, nodding defeatedly. “Maybe a little nap couldn't hurt.” 

Max nods enthusiastically, gently pulling you out of your seat and towards the hallway leading to your bedroom before you have a chance to reconsider. You’re leaning heavily against him, basically already half asleep as he guides you down onto the soft mattress as easily as he can. 

“Wake me up in twenty minutes, please,” You mumble, giving a sluggish tug at his hand. 

“Of course.” 

He won’t, but you don’t need to know that. Max will gladly take any consequences if it means you get at least an hour of rest, hopefully more. Your health and wellbeing is the most important thing to him. 

Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord mere seconds later, soft snores emitting from your mouth even before Max pulls the covers up to your chin.

“Not tired, my ass,” He chuckles under his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before exiting the room as quietly as he can. 

While you get some much needed sleep, Max organizes your study space a little, tossing away the cans and wrappers, plugging in your computer to charge, then moves onto the kitchen and cleans up in there too. 

The living room area is next on his checklist; blankets get folded and put back in their rightful spots, and windows get opened because he won’t lie, the air smells a little stale in here. He figures a complete reset and a neat area might help ease your mind when you wake up. 

As he surveys his tidy job, his eyes land on your open textbook, then the massive stack of multicolored post-it notes next to it. He might not be able to help with the studying part, but there is something he can do about keeping your spirits up while you work on the former. 

He settles himself into your chair, hunching over at the desk as he scribbles notes to you. Encouragements, affirmations about how bright you are and how proud he is of you, dumb jokes to hopefully make you laugh, even his best shot at the little cute doodles you draw for him on the whiteboard of his driver’s room whenever you’re in there waiting for him. Obviously, they’re nowhere near as good—Max has never claimed to be much of an artist—but hopefully they’re enough to give you a little mood boost during your study sessions. 

Being careful to mark your spot, he scatters the sticky notes randomly throughout the crisp pages. 

You rouse from your sleep hours later, barely able to get a word out before Max ushers you to the bathroom to relax in the hot bath he’s drawn for you. Despite your protests, you sink into the nearly scalding water (which is just the way you like it) with an appreciative sigh.

Only once you’re fresh and clean and thoroughly pampered by your boyfriend does he let you come back to where you were when he first found you earlier today. But it looks different. It’s not a mess anymore. Upon glancing around the rest of the place, you can tell that he’s done quite a bit whilst you were passed out. 

“Did you…clean my apartment while I was asleep?” You ask in bewilderment, taking in the neatly organized space with wide eyes. It even smells fresh, lemony and bright and not at all like the despair of an overworked twenty something year old student during exam season. 

“Yep.” Max says simply, popping the ‘p’. 

“Why?” You’re not mad in any way, shape or form, just simply stunned. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you and Max just shrugs like it’s no big deal. His nonchalance still takes you aback sometimes. 

“Thought it might help. Anyways, you get one hour to study, then you’re taking a break even if I have to drag you away from that book myself,” He warns, pinning you to the spot with a stern glare. “I’ll be in the other room, but I have a timer on, so don’t even try to pull one over on me. One hour. Call out if you need anything.” 

He kisses you firmly on the side of your head and then he’s gone, leaving you alone to hit the books once more. 

Slumping into the chair with a groan, you shake your head not unlike a dog would, flipping open your book again to where you’d left off. Your head feels a little clearer now, a little less foggy now thanks to Max’s efforts, and you’re hoping it’ll make a difference. 

Your gaze is immediately drawn to a bright green sticky note a few pages later, off in the side margins. It isn’t one of your notes though, but rather Max’s tiny handwriting, an odd mixture of lower and uppercase letters spelling out a message. 

You’re doing an amazing job. Keep pushing!

Before you know it, you’ve flipped through the entire book in your search of more notes from Max, your grin only growing bigger and bigger with each one you find. 

Why don’t dinosaurs talk? Because they’re dead. 

I’m proud of you for making it this far. You’re so smart. 

What are Sassy and Jimmy’s favorite day of the week? Cat-urday. 

If you find this one, we’ll go to Bora Bora during summer break. 

That last one is tucked in the back cover, signed and dated by him. You plan to keep it as undeniable proof when the time comes, though you suspect he won’t try to deny it. He’d be happy to whisk you off to any place you wanted if you asked. 

Every single one of his notes makes you grin like an idiot, but his attempts at drawing his cats are your favorite ones of all. It takes you a few moments to understand what exactly you’re looking at, but when you squint at what could be the outline of Sassy’s ears, it makes you actually laugh out loud. 

Warmth spreads from your head to the tips of your toes at the thought of Max taking the time to do all this for you, even though he really didn’t have to. When you think about it, he’s always been this way—showing that he cares through his actions. Taking care of his loved ones without having to say a word. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

Like always, Max is true to his word. One hour later on the dot, he marches back in with gusto. 

“Alright, break time! Let’s go get some food. Lando keeps waffling on about some Greek place that’s apparently super popular and the best he’s ever had, if you don’t mind—” He stops mid sentence and mid stride at the sight of you staring back at him. You’re not smiling, but you also don’t look angry. It’s actually a little unsettling, really. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

You barrel into Max with enough force to make him stumble backwards a few steps, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He lets out a soft noise of surprise at having to catch you all of a sudden, one that is quickly stifled because your lips are on his now, and you’re kissing him the same way you do when he comes home after a triple header and you haven’t seen him in weeks. 

The kiss is short, but teeming with emotion. Love, appreciation, gratitude—you kiss Max with everything you’ve got, and when you pull away he looks pleasantly confused. 

“What was that for, schatje?” He chuckles, smoothing a hand up and down your back. You can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Everything.” You mumble, pressing your face into the softness of his jumper. Another laugh rumbles through him, fonder this time. 

“Everything.” He repeats. You nod against his chest, and he knows what you’re trying to say, even if you’re not saying it. He sighs contentedly, nestling his chin over the top of your head. 

You’d stay like this forever if you could, if neither of you had things to do and places to be. Just you and your Max, who knows you so well you don’t even have to tell him what you need. And what you need right now is food. 

Max rocks you side to side, voice light as he ponders the options, because he just knows what you’re thinking already. “If we hurry, we could probably still get a table before the Greek place closes. Or maybe not, but I’ll pay them extra to stay open for us.” 

“I like the way you think, Maxie.” You beam, kissing him again. A little too quickly for his liking, but he doesn’t mind. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

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[bunnyboyzyon]

awiwsuzshwqvah @kthecritter 's moodboards are giving me the good kind of brainrot and I wanted to make one so so so

tis for @ethereal-forest-furry bc they're bestie

I have much to learn and improve on, it is much harder than kaite makes it seem 😿

Xer so talented definitely check xem out like right now or I'll bite you

[alms4oblivion]

17,21,28 please!!

17 - favorite opening line. Hmm...this exercise has shown me that maybe I need to put more attention into these, because my opening lines are not particularly impressive. I'll go with Bridgerton AU, chapter 6:

Loyalty is the mortar that binds family and friendship; without it, those around us are no more to us, and we no more to them, than stones cast about by the roadside.

21 - something that surprised you and did it change the story. I think the end of Bridgerton surprised me a bit, in that, as originally conceived, that fic had one less chapter and Ava was going to stay, like Kate did in the show. When I got to that point, I realized that it didn't make sense for Ava to stay, given where she was at that point, so we got a much longer, darker chapter, with some more pain before the happy reunion.

28 - if this were an awards show, who would I thank. Certainly all the creatives behind Warrior Nun, not least Alba Baptista and KTY for their incredible portrayal of these characters. All the SMAU writers on Twitter who got me into fan works, especially Amandine and Teddy, whose threads of SMAUs and recommended fics led me to AO3 specifically. Erin, for the Avatrice Big Bang, which really increased my comfort level interacting with the fandom and was such a wonderful safe space to interact with people. Autumn, for my pfp and the first fan art anyone did for something I wrote, that will always be so special to me. All the fan artists who have drawn something that I wrote, all the readers, all the commenters, everyone who left kudos, everyone who has ever shared how something I wrote made them feel. Casper and Thistle for showing me new ways to write and think about these characters. Maggie, Andi, Sheep, Chips, Adler, Wyper, Charlie, Kait, Jae, and Cath for their friendship and thoughts and encouragement and so much more. And all the incredible writers in this fandom (INCLUDING YOU CHAR, YOU'RE AMAZING, THANK YOU) for sharing your creativity and talents. (I could go on, but I feel like I would have been played off a while ago)

[forzalando]

💌😁🫶🏼

oh kait, i truly truly from the bottom of my heart just adore you so much😭 i feel like i’ve known you forever actually, it’s such a special feeling! seeing you on my dash, in my inbox, in my notifs - it genuinely makes my day and brings a smile to my face. you are so beyond talented (speaking of, i saw you posted an oscar fic and i am soooo sat) and i am a bundle of excitement when i see you’ve posted. you are always so supportive, so kind, so lovely, i truly feel so lucky to know you!! you are important to me💛 love you so so much!!

mutuals send me a 💌 so i can love on you!!

[marshmallowprotection]

Trigger warning for self-harm /////

Please, feel free to ignore it if it's an uncomfortable topic for you.

You know, Kait… I'm on my last month before the exams start, I have to finish my qualification in art and hopefully finish high school afterwards.

However, the stress and the fact that everyone in my class is very talented… It scares me that I'm not good enough.

I'm all over the place for multiple reasons. But I did had a horrible breakdown Friday where I tore apart old work of mine and, well, I hurt my arm. I'm sure you're aware what I'm referring to.

I'm just a little unstable. My question is just how SE would react, because I'm scared of upsetting others with what I've done.

Would he feel triggered? Frustrated? I don't want to be a burden. I'm just a little scared what he would do/say.

TW: Self Harm

SE Saeran just might be one of the few people in your life who would understand what you're going through. He gets it in a way not a lot of people would. This is a part of his experience as a person, too. It's not like anybody ever taught him that there was a word for what he was feeling or how he reacted to those feelings. So, without going too into detail about what he did or felt, just know that he would get it and the quiet understanding he has is purposeful.

He certainly reacted to himself in a lot of painful and obtrusive ways in the past. There are reminders of the pain he caused himself and the pain that was given to him as a result.

It's with him no matter where he goes and there's not much he can do about it.

These days, he has no energy to destroy himself or rip himself to pieces because it doesn't feel worth it anymore. It doesn't give him the satisfaction that it would have otherwise. It wouldn't help him to feel anything because he doesn't want to feel anything anymore. It's better to be apathetic and not get involved with things that're filled with emotions that he isn't sure he should feel.

Is that the best coping mechanism for him? Probably not, but he's in the middle of learning how to care for himself and it takes time for a person to figure out what does and doesn't work. What he does know is that being with you makes things a little easier on the worst days... as hard as that is to admit.

He's seen and done plenty of things he's not proud of. Why would he flinch or back away from you when you feel a moment of weakness? Of fear? Of shame? Of guilt? You didn't do that to him. Why would he ever do that to you? He has no room to judge anyone, but he knows you're the type to beat yourself up over even the tiniest chance that you could trigger him. Seeing you distressed...

Well, for Saeran, it's like realizing even the kindest person is capable of feeling fear, insecurity, and ashamed.

He doesn't say anything. At least, not at first. He doesn't know the best way to comfort somebody and most of the time, his fear is the reality that he might make it worse by saying the wrong thing. So, he does the next best thing he can think of in this case. He takes you by the hand and leads you into the bathroom so he can clean you up as best he can.

You might think the silence could make it too thick to breathe. But, it's comfortable. He doesn't say anything and you can't bring yourself to admit what you feel. He is gentle when he touches anything that's too tender for you. He makes sure it's taken care of and wrapped up so you don't have to look at it. (He'll offer to wrap it later if you need to avoid looking at it later, too.)

"Listen... I know anything I say isn't going to make this better. In fact, I'm sure that anything I say will just make you uncomfortable in the long run... so, I guess... come sit with me. It's not like I'm the best person to hang out with... but at least, you'll have a distraction from your thoughts... we could... watch the clouds together."

[capturethechaos]

I need you to know I saw you starting to go through summer in the city and I got se nervous I messaged Hillary and was like oh god oh no Hannah’s reading that it’s not good enough for her eyes to see she’s so talented and now I’m gonna CRY you are so incredibly kind and that was my favorite fic to write so far. I’m so glad you liked it and that people enjoy it in general AH thank you ily I’m done word vomiting now 💖💖💖💖💖

Awe Kait 🥹 it was so fucking good, as is all your writing. You and your writing is such a gift, and I am merely a loving observer. And my god, I can see why it was your favourite to write, it’s so fucking good. I literally got pissy with my mother for interrupting me while I was reading it, I was engulfed in the world that you built. I love you, Kait ❤️

[readyforthegarden]

Hey Kait… two things.

First, I love you so very much ❤️

And second, I read the entirety of Bubblegum in one sitting the other night… literally could not put my phone down, I am in love with Jake, he is my everything. You are so talented and amazing ❤️

Hannah!! 🥹🥹🥹

I’m gonna cry coming from someone who writes as beautifully as you do???? That’s such an incredible compliment I’m so honored, thank you!! We have a few more visits from Bubblegum Jake coming up and I’m so excited to be writing him again!! 💖💖💖

[losfacedevil]

🍓 oops dropped a strawberry here!!

Oh no! I’ll dust it off for you, five second rule!! Kait my love, you are so so talented, and such a lovely person. There’s not enough words in the world to tell you how much I love and cherish you 💜

[katsu28]

hi my lovely kait!

i saw your requests were open and i actually was thinking about if ive ever requested smth from you before (i think maybe once but im not sure)

i was wondering if i could get ‘Kissing away their tears’ with charles but i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do it with anyone else as well! i’ve been craving some hurt/comfort.

love you and have an amazing day <33

hali!!! love u love u thank u for being so sweet <3 here's some hurt and (hopefully) some comfort for u!

charles leclerc x reader, 1.4k. request something from here!

You can tell that Charles is dejected the moment he climbs out of the car. He doesn’t have that spring in his step he usually gets after an exhilarating race, and his feet drag on the asphalt as he trudges over to the weighing station with the rest of the grid, barring the podium goers. 

Carlos finished high up in the points, which is a win for Ferrari and you know Charles is happy for him, but you can’t imagine what it must feel like to constantly miss out on points and positions while his teammate consistently comes out in the top five every time. 

Formula One is a different breed of competition—your teammate might be your friend, but they’re also one of your biggest rivals. You fight to keep your seat, race after race, season after season, and this downhill spiral Charles has been in ever since his home win has been disheartening to say the least. 

You don’t know much about the strategy of it all, but you know Ferrari’s hasn’t been working out for him. He’s had a rough go of it lately, and your heart hurts for him. 

Charles looks up to where he knows you are, lifting his hand in a haphazard wave at you before being ushered away to the media pen. You’ll wait for him where you always meet him after races.

Somehow, he looks even more defeated than before as he trudges into his driver room after post race interviews conclude. He throws his paddock pass off to the side. You’re sitting up on the countertop, legs swinging mindlessly, only stilling when Charles shuts the door behind him. 

“Hey,” You say softly, gently. 

“Hi. Thank you for coming.” He tries his attempt at a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You hold out your arms, and immediately, Charles steps forward, folding himself into your embrace. You know Charles well enough to know that he won't believe you if you compliment him right now, so you don’t. You sit with him in the heavy silence instead, waiting for him to make the first move. “I’m sorry I could not do better.” 

“You did the best you could with what you were given, Charles,” You say assuringly, rubbing a hand over his shoulders. He sighs long and hard, like you’re just telling him what he wants to hear. “I’m proud of you.” 

“Can we just go back to the hotel now?” He asks quietly, muffled because of how his face is buried into your neck. “I’m done for today. Anything else can wait until tomorrow.” 

“Of course,” You hum, carding a gentle hand through his hair one more time before releasing him. Before he can get too far, you kiss him, short and sweet. He smiles then too, a little bigger than before, but still quite sad. 

Charles puts on a pleasant facade as you make your way through the paddock back to the car park, taking pictures with waiting fans, signing things for them if he can reach them like most drivers do whilst leaving the track. Most of them are sweet to him. They tell him to keep his head up and believe, that a few bad races don’t discredit how talented of a driver he is. 

There’s a few hecklers as usual, upset fans who’d made bets on Charles’ performance and lost that money, people who say he could be doing so much better—as if them telling him that would magically make everything alright again. You give your own deadpan stare to that lot from where you hover a good distance away from him, not caring that they can definitely see you. 

Charles may be media trained, but you’re not. You have no problems with shutting up a few twats with your expertly crafted death glare. Fred Vasseur might call you in for a meeting with the PR team if he sees the photos on social media, but you don’t care. 

The car ride back to the hotel is understandably silent, but Charles still holds your hand tightly, rubbing absentminded circles along your skin because it soothes him, every so often lifting it to press a kiss to your knuckles. You don’t push him to talk, and you don’t think you need to. You know him well enough to know he’ll let you in when he’s ready. 

Dinner is room service and holds a little more conversation, though you can tell Charles is still off in his own world, thinking about everything that’s gone wrong these past few races, wondering if he could’ve done anything to get a better outcome. 

You come out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth, well and ready to go to sleep and forget this day, but instead you find your boyfriend sitting at the end of the bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. At the sound of the door opening, he looks up, and you can tell he’s been trying hard not to cry. 

Glassy eyes stare back at you, the beautiful green eyes that you adore filled with so much pain and sadness it makes you want to cry too. His teeth dig hard into his bottom lip, but it still wobbles just the slightest. 

It isn’t until you’re across the room, sliding on your knees to hug him against you that the final string holding Charles up snaps, and he leans into you heavily, pressing his face against your shoulder with a shuddering breath. He cries and cries, and you let him, holding him as tight as you can just so he knows you’ve got him. 

You’ve always got him. 

His body shakes with silent sobs, hot tears soaking into your shirt, and all you can do is murmur quiet reassurances into his ear, even if the feeling of wet cotton against your skin makes you want to peel yourself out of it. Charles needs this, needs to let it all out so he can focus on what lies ahead without being dragged down by the past. 

Eventually, his sobs come to a hiccupping stop. He lifts his head, red rimmed eyes meeting your own tearful ones. His nose is even running a little bit, and if it were anyone else you’d push them away, but it’s Charles. “I’m sorry. I don’t—I don’t know why…” He trails off without finishing his sentence, seemingly at a loss for words. 

“Oh, my love,” You sigh, stroking both thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. You press your lips against his, hoping it can convey just how much you love him without you having to even utter the words, wiping away his tears gently before drawing back to look at him. As much as you hate it when Charles cries, he’s pretty like this. Tears cling to long, dark lashes, mussed hair a soft tornado of brown from how your fingers had been running through it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. And you never have to explain anything to me, yes? I’m here for you, always, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” He murmurs, leaning back in with his forehead against yours. “Thank you, mon amour. Your support, your love, it means everything to me. You are why I can keep doing this. ” 

You shake your head. “No I’m not.” Charles cocks his head, and you poke his chest, right over his heart. “That is why you can keep doing this.” 

One more poke, this one softer and on his forehead. “And this. Your mind and your heart, your determination, your strength, that is why you keep going. You are the most hard working, talented, brilliant driver I’ve ever seen. You can bounce back from whatever this is, and you will. But not because of me, because that’s the kind of person you are.” 

Charles pats the spot next to him and you oblige, looping your arm through his once you’re there, leaning against his shoulder now. He lays a lingering kiss to the top of your head, a silent gesture of appreciation towards you. He appreciates you more than he can put into words sometimes, a fact that hasn’t and will never change.  

Even though he’s still frustrated and sad and upset, this silence seems considerably lighter as you sit with him. You hope for brighter days ahead, and you’ll always try your best to be his strongest support system, no matter what the future holds.

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[lesbianrobin]

omg em i missed your BIRTHDAY???? good thing you are so sexy and smart and talented every day of the year, so my message is always applicable 🥰 i hope you had a wonderful day!

kait i'll cry this is so sweet :') i did have a pretty good day and i appreciate your message a lot!!!

[rachelchapuis-nyc]

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

We visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art this week, specifically the Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty exhibit. The whole morning was so peaceful and exciting.

Kait and I started off our morning with coffee then got on the subway to Central Park. We wanted to walk through Central Park to get to the Met. It was so peaceful and there were so many cute dogs!

Once we got to the Met, we waited in line for the building to open. We found our class and headed to the exhibit. I had never been to the Met, which was much larger than I thought.

Walking into the exhibit, we noticed a Karl Lagerfeld quote saying, "Fashion does not belong in a museum" above the entryway which I found interesting and a bit humorous considering the exhibit was precisely that.

I found the exhibit so unique and powerful. You could really see the talent within every garment. The designs that had sketches of the original idea were my favorite.

You could really see the details of the garments. You could see every bead, thread, texture, etc. It was so beautiful and impressive.

There were garments that were inspired by paintings that were so incredible and creative. I was in awe by how similar the garments were compared to the paintings.

After the Karl Lagerfeld exhibit, Kait and I wanted to see the van Gogh exhibit, but we couldn't find it anywhere and we really wanted to visit the rooftop before we left. We had a hard time finding the elevator to the rooftop but once we did it was worth it. There was an Egyptian-inspired installation by an artist that was beautiful.

The view on the rooftop was jaw-dropping.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art was an incredible experience, and I will be visiting again.

[jittyjames]

thanks for the tag @youreverydaydemikid and @the1laff!!!

1. are you named after someone?

mhm. my father and my grandfather. femme version of james and all that.

2. when was the last time you cried?

i surprisingly don't cry often it's prob the trauma and repression. i think the last time might have been when my friend died. there could be other times that aren't coming to mind, but that's the one that sticks out as a big cry

3. do you have kids?

no. and given that i'm a lesbian with pcos, i doubt i ever will

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

occasionally, but not much at all. i'm usually very straight forward!!

5. what sports do/have you played?

my parents didn't believe in letting me play sports as a kid (don't ask) but now i'm getting into tennis with kait!!

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone?

usually clothes and noses because i'm horrible at eye contact

7. scary endings or happy endings?

it depends on what mood i'm in tbh!

8. do you have any special talents?

none. none whatsoever. i'm a very boring person. i'm average at everything i do. always an angel and never a god.

9. where were you born?

tennessee (🤢)

10. what are your hobbies?

WRITING!! OMG WRITING!! but also baking!!! and i'm really into watching films. i used to run a twitter account for them.

11. do you have any pets?

i have six pets (3 cats and 3 dogs) in the house thanks to my housemates, but i only officially own and fully financially support two of them (luna and azula, naturally)

12. how tall are you?

5'8

13. favourite subject in school?

history and literature

14. what’s your dream job?

i'd love to be a writer or direct, but unfortunately that's pretty impractical for me, so i suppose i'll just be a guidance counselor at a school or something (that's my way of saying i'm twenty and have no idea)

15. what colour are your eyes?

dark blueeee!

15 questions for 15 mutuals

❤️ Thanks for the tag, @descendantdragfi, @obscurus-noctem and @fluttereyes  ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone? Not directly, but my mother chosed a name of  a british singer she liked when she was living in UK, years before my birth. The singer was already completely forgotten when I was born though. :p

2. When was the last time you cried? Full tears, I don’t remember, but last week, I had really teary eyes reading a journalist I was follwing on Twitter was dead.

3. Do you have kids? No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? To me, to life, quite often, though I’m probably more ironic than sarcastic, but  not to others, it can be hurting. Yep, I’m a soft heart. :p

5. What sports do you play/have you played? Gosh, none, I’ve always hated sport (and it’s mutual). I walk and do yoga alone, but I don’t consider that as sports.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Actually it depends on who are these people, where we are, and why I meet them!

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings can quickly run on my nerves, so scary movies (but they can run on my nerves too! :D)

8. Any special talents? Nope, absolutley none. I can’t even move my eyebrows in a funny way or whatever useless talent, so let’s not talk about outstanding ones!

9. Where were you born? Paris, France.

10. What are your hobbies? Huuuuh, would you believe it if I’d say Sims and CC making? :D Also baking and gardening (though that last one is more something I do because I want to eat healthy vegetables, not because I have a passion for gardening). And reading!

11. Do you have any pets? No

12. How tall are you? 1,78 m

13. Fave subject in school? It used to be literature but it would be history nowadays.

14. Dream job? Not needing to work would be my dream life. Then, a dream job? :/ 15. Eye colour? Blue.

Tagging (I tried to pick people who haven’t replied already, sorry if you did in the meanwhile! ;D Also, feel free to ignore, as usual!): @tragicpixel, @treason-and-plot, @tsims, @camisulsul, @nessysims, @grandelama, @eisfee, @pixelbots, @lilidebergerac, @simlicious, @laurademelza, @simsaralove, @kimmiessimmies, @pancakebobs, @theplumdot

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi Kait! Admittedly, I'm a little embarrassed to ask this, since I'm fairly certain you'll recognize me, but I was looking around your page and I saw that match-ups were open, and... given my intense conflict regarding who the literal fuck I'd actually work well within MysMe, I thought I'd give it a shot. It's a lot easier to talk about myself under the guise of anonymity, so I suppose I'll start there. I'm a college freshman diagnosed with anxiety and depression hoping to get my double major in Psychology and Philosophy, and an eventual PHD in Psych. I am prone to overworking myself and tend to use escapism as an outlet for the fact that I'm never particularly satisfied with my own effort. I spend most of my free time outside of class sitting in my room working on art, writing, or trying to socialize with people (be it online or offline). I play a fair amount of games, but barely have the time to do so because of my tendency to overwork myself. I did a lot of theater and performance throughout my life, so I have a passion for watching musicals and assisting in performances backstage. I like being onstage as well, but previously it's proved more trouble than it's worth, especially since I'm always the 'reliable' cast, not the 'talented' cast. I also have an interest in flower language and plants, despite the fact that I kill most every plant I touch. As for my personality... that one is a little complicated. Offline I perceive myself to be an absolute anxious wreck. I'm always tired and always running around in an attempt to keep up with my responsibilities. However, outwardly people tend to perceive me as confident and knowledgable. I do wonderful in my academics and have a love for debate and asking hard questions, even if internally I am screaming at myself for stuttering or seeming silly. Online I tend to be a lot more open about myself and my emotions, but still fairly guarded as I try my best to maintain my privacy. I try to make people happy and build connections online since I feel more 'myself' there. Once I get close to someone I tend to enjoy peaceful silence with them. I'm a very physically affectionate person as words fail me so often, and I like listening to people just not too much. Chatterboxes get on my nerves, especially when someone repeats the same phrase over and over again. I have noise sensitivity issues as well, which doesn't help things. I'm also terrified of water - specifically the ocean. Any mention of swimming and I panic. I also have slight jealousy issues due to past relationship trauma. I'm 5'7 with a brown pixie cut that's admittedly a little overgrown right now, rose gold rounded square glasses with a slight cat eye, and blue-green eyes that tend to shift colors depending on what I'm wearing. I have quite a few birthmarks littered on my skin - most importantly one above my lip and another under my right eye. My ears are pierced, and I tend to wear black hoops unless I'm dressing up. Day to day I tend to look like your typical tired college student, but if I'm going somewhere I try to dress in cottagecore style attire with lots of sparkly makeup. I'm pan, and my love languages are physical touch and quality time. Something as simple as a hug or a hand to hold can turn me from stressed and panicked to melty and calm in minutes. I value intelligence a lot in a person, which is why I tend to like the nerdy types of characters in media. I also need someone who isn't shy about reminding me to not beat myself up. I tend to spiral anxiety wise a lot, especially if I believe that I've hurt my partner. I want someone who'll be there for me despite the mistakes that we might make. Someone long term. I have two partners currently, but I don't think that I'd end up polyamorous in any other circumstance than those two. Thank you for taking the time to read this, Kait. I apologize for how lengthy it ended up being haha. Please remember that you're greatly appreciated! Have a wonderful day. — 🌸

I match you with...

Jumin!

You value quiet intimacy.

You're not looking for a relationship where you feel as though you have to fill in the silence every waking moment. You want somebody that you can be comfortable with and being comfortable means the world to you. That's what you value at the end of the day. You're not looking for something that has way more energy than you can even remotely handle, you're looking for something that is peaceful and brings you a sense of contentment with your life.

You don't want something that's overwhelmingly fraught with energy. You want to be with somebody after a long day, not saying anything, and just sharing a look that says all that needs to be said. That's your ideal relationship. Mutual understanding. No pressure. Just a silence that says, "I'm here, I'm listening, and you're safe" both ways.

Which is why I was torn between Jaehee and Jumin when I looked at your submission without bias. Ultimately, I came to this conclusion as soon as I noted how you felt as though you needed a partner who had the ability to say something when you need a reminder to be nicer to yourself. and Jumin isn't one to mince words. He'll say what needs to be said and he won't hold back.

That is because he understands that if you are close to him, you'll understand where he's coming from when he says things to you in a very matter-of-fact way. He's not the kind of person who will hold back when you need to hear something.

He understands that you're going to know what he means when he says something bluntly. That's the important thing about being in a relationship with him. He said something from the heart, and he won't hold back if you have communicated to him that you need him to be honest. He will expect the same from you because that is what a great relationship is founded on. Communication. You don't have to be afraid of holding back when you’re with him. 

[deansawthetvglow]

are you still doing these? 💌 also 🤲❤️ here’s a heart for you

hey who r u

[kaitsawamura]

Hi Kait💖 Toy Box is currently my favorite fic I’ve written. That one is pretty long though so if you’re not wanting to read a long one then Water Under the Bridge is my second fave!

I’ll leave it up to you! And thank you for this really cute idea

mutuals send me the link to your fave fic you've written and i'll compile a playlist!

; toy box

the fic

the playlist

; author's note

Okay, Marq. I have a huge bone to pick with you. You wrote this so f*cking well. I f*cking love this bread. It was nourishing. And warm *eyes* and just... I will never meet Katsuki. Because he's n*t r**l and I absolutely HATE IT.

That is my bone to pick. You wrote him too well and now NO ONE WILL EVER MATCH UP. It's the cruelest best thing you could have ever done to me. And now I have to live with it.