#like i dont have the mental or emotional capacity for this!!!!

[veryinnovative]

GOING INSANEEEE GOING INSANE. i need 2 backtrack to the light absorption. i MUST. bc u have sated viktor not understanding why jayce is tripping over his own feet, pulling open drawers nd shit obviously looking for candles, muttering to himself. i think that-- part of this. should remain in human form and that light sources react to his emotions!! i just think it would be soooo sexy. we must keep that

the blanket......it'd be so funny if viktor's species have this mating ritual that is like. A specific amount of gifts equates to a potential partner trying to court you. a few gifts indicates friendship/alliance but once a certain maximum is reached it's like. Final. the XYZ month mating ritual has started. also the realization of cold is SO sexy of you im so serious....i can imagine human viktor realizing he has a lung capacity now and--god, he has to BREATHE. he needs air. so it's him huffing puffing struggling like he's run a marathon till it steadies and he figures out how to breathe. [ofc jayce can sleep through a hurricane so he doesn't realize viktor is very much trying not to die in his newly acquired human form] the thing abt viktor not knowing how to use his hands or limbs or anything is so cute rly bc he is like a baby doe and so gangly just rolling over the floor and burrito-ing himself. also adapting to his environment bc it is Dark and he cant see Shit but can only hear Jayce's slight snoring and the gentle barely-there thrum of the fridge and other electronics, the draft of the wind outside, and anything else his human ears pick up on.

its the way jayce CANNOT catch a break. his stubble has turned into a beard. bags under his eyes. cant remember the last time he had a proper shower instead of a quick baby towel wipe-down. he wakes up,, expecting today is the day he can finally shave and wash his hair and enjoy the warm stream of water but no. no bc life hates him. and there's a naked man on his floor blinking up at him wrapped in a blanket he gave the alien he was accomodating. gorgeous, yes. unknown? also yes. he doesn't even scream at this point. they just share eye contact and jayce has this little mental breakdown laugh bc why not? life's got it absolutely against him. he is almost-yelling at the man 'what are you doing here' and 'how did you get in' and 'oh my god are you--there is an ALIEN in this house you need to LEAVE' only for his rambling to be broken by a hungry growl of viktor's stomach..who after a stretch of silence goes... 'f-o-o-d' in the exact same manner jayce had when he first tried feeding viktor in the lab and that's when everything dawns on him. and of course that is the perfect moment caitlyn of all people come barging into his apartment bc ofc she has the keys

shitshow 19.24234 spirals out of control of course bc caitlyn is going 'oh! oh. i didn't know--seriously jayce, you could have warned me at least' and jayce is waving his arms like 'it's not what you think it is--really. it--' 'dont call your hookup an it, jayce! he's right there' 'no, you don't get it. it--he--whatever is an alien!' 'what--'

and in the meantime viktor is trying to grapple his way up to his wobbly legs, not at all understanding what the humans are saying bc caitlyn nd jayce are still in a heated discussion of 'seriously your phone's been turned off for two days now your mom got worried!' 'she better be because there is an alien in my house' 'if you call him an alien one more time'

i dont know. i think caitlyn brushes past jayce and to viktor to talk to him. of course, viktor doesn't understand shit. he's hungry and confused and can only pinpoint they're displeased with one another. caitlyn is talking to him like. 'im sorry he called you that. idk whats wrong with him his mom deffo raised him better. he's being such an ass he is probably just tired.' and gradually gets confused and concerned bc viktor is just staring blankly at her before mimicking jayce from xyz days ago and going 'food' with a very butchered pronunciation [also of course rubbing over his stomach bc that's what jayce did to act out hunger when he first trying feeding him] and caitlyn goes awfully quiet. and the room is quiet. and they're all staring at each other. and jayce thinks he is about the have an aneurysm. and caitlyn very quietly goes 'jayce. why do you have an alien in your room?' and jayce tries explaining, although not very well and then caitlyn interrupts and goes 'jayce. why do you have an alien in your room. naked?'

and then hell really breaks out between them in the most sibling-like manner of disputes and in the background u just have viktor shuffling over the floor trying to walk. [i think that his existing injury/condition should also transfer to his human form. meaning he needs a cane or smth to support him in his gait] so now he's just clinging to the walls, babysteps, trying to aim for the kitchen bc he remembers jayce storing food there.

this is getting so awfully long ims o sorry but i think that by the time caitlyn and jayce finish talking, they hear a little crash coming from the kitchen and whirl around their heads to see a pot's lid on the floor and viktor eating leftover kraft mac and cheese with his hands. raises his stained fingers to them before going 'food'. caitlyn punches jayce in the shoulder nd murmurs 'give him some clothes'

@wordsofwilderness tag <3

okay so for alien!viktor do we think that jayce was messing with hexcore/tech and that’s what brought viktor into his world? or do we think hexcore is something that pops into existence alongside viktor? or it’s like kryptonite for him??? or something else??? omg my brain is quivering i am so close to abandoning all my responsibilities just to churn out a fic w this concept auuuuUgH 🗣️

me dropping my work immediately after receiving this msg:

ok. Okay. i think . jayce uncovers hexcore/tech and tinkers with it, not knowing that a certain rune sequence in combination with, i don't know, a certain component (time of the day. maybe also blood. whatever it may be. some other artifact they once retrieved, etc etc) triggers it to activate as this one-way passage that pretty much DRAGSSSS viktor to earth in jayce's lab. mayhaps he arrives in a vegetative state as we discussed and comes to be in a span of a few days while jayce studies him/tries not to freak out/refuses to sleep for the entirety of said x days

curious tall alien viktor crawling over jayce......who is sprawled on the floor bc he tripped nd fell in his shock... you know how we as humans can coo on small beings nd just wanna. Touch. that is viktor. jayce also mistakes his thrumming sound for like,, him wanting to Eat/Kill him or smth and tries not to pass out.....vik's long talon-like fingers carefully dragging down jayce's scalp to his face...to his neck......the pad gently pressing into his pulse there bc what is this curious jack-rabbit-y feel.....

anyways...ANYWAYS.. [pulling up a google docs for us]

[mainfaggot]

how do you cut someone off

[ghostcrows]

the way people talk about and view mental illness has always been under this veil of sympathy and understanding but really when that energy is most needed it all just vanishes. we have 200 more specific terms for certain symptoms and 2000 more videos on how to stop procrastinating and how to deal with rejection sensitive dysphoria and 50000 new videos on how it's In Your Brain and it's Hereditary and it's Homemade by your Primary Caregivers but people still dont really ...get it. they just dont. the resources available are so hollow. its empty promises. suicide hotline that just gets you insta-detained. therapist you talk in circles with for a third of your income per session. housing program with a wait list that only gets longer. this insistence that you build up a support system with no support. this quietly depleting time frame you have (or feel you have, this very real pressure) in which to get your shit together before you're just another sad statistic. always having to wait until you're at the brink of complete self destruction to get help, and by then. how much damage is already done

it's all just casting shadows on the wall

[themoonsbeloved]

was speaking to a lawyer friend about my unfair dismissal and it just triggered my trauma so much lol. I am so fucking tired of being on the recieving end of brown men's abuse of power and always left feeling like there's nothing I can do because I am considerably disadvantaged compared to rich brown shady salesmen and businessmen who've created an empire for themselves to run free doing heinous shit to anyone below them and knowing the SA community aka other men in power or authority figures/spokepersons for the community won't rat them out

[mne-bolno]

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[shadow-bender]

Fuck its just one fucking thing after another

[venomous-qwille]

Hi Qwille!

So I was wondering because I’m struggling with this myself- how did you continuously improve with art when you were first still building upon your skills? Like to get to a level that could be professional?

And I think I mean this in more of a mental capacity way. I tend to get angry at the fact that I’m not better by now and feel like I struggle by the skin of my teeth to improve from where I’m at every time, even if objectively speaking I’m already better than people would expect me to be.

I just feel like there’s a better way to go about it than being fueled by anger or spite. I enjoy art, and I’m proud of my work, but I don’t know how to *not* be angry at myself for not being better at it. How do you accept self criticism with grace when it comes to your work? Or how did you, when you were younger? If that’s a question you’re willing to ask, of course! Thank you <3

Hiya! So, I'll start out by saying that this is absolutely the hardest part about learning to draw/paint. The continuous failure and discontent with the work we produce is a constant struggle that is, I believe, the main reason people stop trying to learn at all.

It's okay to get angry and sad, it's okay to be dissatisfied. It's a very cruel joke that, as artists, our eye will improve faster than our ability to draw. We are constantly chasing a carrot that is being pulled further away from us. For me: my improvement was not constant. There were several points where I didn't draw for years, because of other life factors and because the art I was creating brought me no joy.

Things had to change when I decided that I wanted to do art professionally. I needed to improve and improve fast, so I bent a lot of time towards studies. I found that the things I got better at the fastest were the ones where I found studying to be really fun. I really enjoy copying master paintings- especially the nineteenth and twentieth century realists. Finding fun in doing them for the sake of doing them really helped me improve fast because it wasn't stressful- I was just creating art I liked, even if they were copies.

I think accepting that the main joy of art is in the creating, not the result, really helped me be at peace with my artwork. Also, becoming a professional artist and realising that I didnt own what I created- and that I was subject to the (often questionable) tastes of my commissioners/art directors/stakeholders really allowed me to unlatch my emotional self from my work.

Every piece is a step, sometimes you will hit your bellcurve, make the best thing you are currently capable of making- and fuck that feels good- but often you wont, and you wont know why you dont like it. Learning to enjoy the push towards those small moments, the slow improvement as you gradually grasp new skills, learning to love learning, that is the most curative thing. Once I started to enjoy failing, because it meant I was learning- and once I started forgiving myself for not picking everything up straight away- I was much, much happier.

It's okay for it to be hard and your emotions are valid. Forgive yourself for having them and try to find something you enjoy about the process. Recontextualise your mistakes as what they are: not a failure, but just another step up the giant mountain of your art journey. There is always a higher peak. The journey never ends. Stop looking at the top and just enjoy the view and the mountain air. (And for fucks sake don't compare yourself to other people. They're not even climbing the same landmass.)

[tiiraameesu]

The One That Got Away Pt.5

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Synopsisજ⁀➴ Gojo is a charismatic college student, known for his carefree approach to relationships, never letting things get too serious. You are his longtime best friend and have quietly harbored feelings for him but never acted on them, knowing Gojo’s aversion to commitment. But when Gojo shares an unexpected connection with another girl, the dynamics between them start to shift. As the lines blur between friendship and something more, you are left grappling with your emotions—unsure of whether you'll be able to stay by Gojo’s side, or if it’s time to move on.

tagsજ⁀➴ college au, hockey player!gojo, band member!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual friends to lovers (maybe), gojo is dumb af, you might dislike gojo in this im sorry, very very mild geto x reader

NOTESજ⁀➴ hiii sorry for the late upload but i was really not feeling myself the past few days (BECAUSE OF A GODDAMN MAN FFS) but yeah hope you enjoyyy sorry if there are any errors i really dont have the mental capacity for this rn lol HAHAH

wcજ⁀➴ 6.0k

taglineજ⁀➴ @kaemaybae @laviefantasie @higuchislut @domilovestoru @aishies-stuff @genxnarumi @username23345 PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

It was lunchtime, and the hallway was as chaotic as ever. Students were clustered in groups, exchanging gossip, laughing, or heading out to the courtyard for a break. You were trying to keep a low profile, hoping to slip past unnoticed, and find a quiet corner to eat away from the noise.

After everything that happened last night, you had been avoiding Gojo like the plague.

The touch of his hand on your cheek, the way his eyes softened in a moment that felt far too intimate—it had all left you spinning, and you couldn’t risk seeing him again, not while your heart was still tangled in those messy feelings.

So far, you had been successful.

The steady hum of voices and the shuffle of footsteps filled the hallway as you maneuvered through the throng of students, clutching your packed sandwich to your chest. Your goal was simple: find a secluded corner, eat in peace, and get through the day without running into him.

But that was easier said than done.

Every time your thoughts wandered back to last night, your chest tightened.

His hand, his touch, the way his eyes softened like he’d forgotten the world around him for just a second—it was like a loop you couldn’t turn off.

Your heart did a traitorous flip as you remembered the way he had cupped your cheek, so tender and yet so fleeting. The moment had felt like a spark in the dark, dangerous and intoxicating.

You shook your head, trying to force the memory out. He has Mina. You’re just a friend. You clenched your fists and sped up, determined to focus on literally anything else.

The cafeteria was too crowded, so you ducked into one of the quieter hallways, your eyes scanning for an empty classroom or a nook where you could hide away.

But then, as you turned a corner, you saw it—his unmistakable figure leaning against a locker. That familiar white hair caught the sunlight streaming through the hallway windows, making him stand out like he always did. He was laughing at something a friend had said, his grin easy and magnetic, but it was when he turned slightly that your heart lurched.

His blue eyes.

The same blue eyes you had seen so many times, always full of life and teasing, but now they felt like they were seeing straight through you. For a fleeting moment, it was as if he was looking directly at you—at the you you never showed anyone else. The you that had spent years harboring feelings for him in silence.

Panic set in. Without thinking, you spun on your heel and walked away as fast as your legs would carry you.

What the hell was wrong with you?

You had seen Gojo a thousand times before, but today, just the mere glimpse of him had your heart racing like you’d run a marathon. The way he had looked at you—No.

You didn’t want to think about it.

You’ve been avoiding him for a reason.

You ducked down a side hallway, pressing your back against the cool wall as you tried to catch your breath. It was ridiculous, really. You’d seen Gojo a thousand times before, spent hours by his side, laughed at his terrible jokes—but now, just the mere sight of him had your heart racing like you’d run a marathon.

Get it together. He’s still the same Gojo.

Except he wasn’t.

Not to you.

Not after last night.

Last night had stirred up feelings you’d tried so hard to suppress, the ones you had neatly boxed away the day he announced his relationship with Mina. You had no right to feel this way, no right to replay that moment when he cupped your cheek like it was something more.

And yet, your traitorous heart clung to the memory of his touch and his gaze.

No. You shook your head, as if the motion could physically dislodge the thoughts.

You couldn’t let yourself fall into that trap, couldn’t confuse his vulnerability for something it wasn’t. Even if he was unsure about Mina, it didn’t mean there was a place for you in his heart.

You closed your eyes, pressing your palms to your face, as if you could push the thoughts away. You had to get a grip. This was getting out of hand.

You couldn’t keep doing this—letting his proximity send your heart into overdrive. You had to forget the way he made you feel. Forget the way his touch had made your skin burn with a desire you couldn’t place.

But even as you stood there, trying to gather yourself, one thought refused to leave your mind:

Had Gojo felt it too?

And that thought was the most dangerous one of all.

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The last bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and you couldn’t have left the classroom fast enough. The entire day had been an exhausting exercise in avoidance and pretense, and all you wanted now was to go home, lock yourself in your room, and forget Gojo Satoru even existed—if only for a few hours.

The hallway was bustling with students chatting and making plans for the evening, but you kept your head down, weaving through the crowd like a ghost. Your phone buzzed in your pocket again, and you didn’t have to guess who it was.

You had been ignoring Gojo’s messages all afternoon. His texts had started out innocuous enough: “Hey, barely saw you around during lunch. Didn’t feel like hanging out?” “You sick or something? Or are you sick of me!?”

And then, as if he’d gotten bored waiting for a reply: “You missed it—Suguru tried to eat an entire slice of pizza in one bite. Spoiler: it didn’t end well.”

There was no malice in his words, no suspicion—just the usual carefree banter you had come to expect from him. But even that was enough to tie your stomach in knots. How could he be so normal, so casual, after everything that had happened? Did last night really not faze him at all?

The thought stung more than you cared to admit, so you didn’t open his messages. Instead, you stuffed your phone deeper into your pocket and focused on making it to the school gates without incident.

You mentally mapped out your evening as a distraction. Go home. Have an early dinner. Play the guitar until my fingers hurt or my bones are too tired to think. It was a good plan. It would keep your mind busy, keep you from replaying last night over and over until you drove yourself mad.

You reached the last hallway leading to the front gates, the sunlight filtering through the windows casting golden streaks on the floor. The crowd had thinned out, and the air felt quieter, calmer. You were almost free.

But just as you exhaled, feeling the tension in your shoulders begin to ease, you felt it—a hand wrapping around your arm, pulling you back.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you turned to see him.

“Satoru,” you breathed, his name coming out like a reflex.

He was standing close, a little too close, his usual easy grin plastered across his face. His white hair caught the light in a way that made him seem almost unreal, and those blue eyes—those infuriating, magnetic eyes—were locked onto yours.

Gojo’s grin widened as he tilted his head, looking far too pleased with himself. “Finally caught you,” he teased, his voice carrying that trademark playful lilt. “Do you know how hard it’s been to track you down all day? It’s like you’re a little mouse scurrying around trying not to get caught.”

You blinked, heat rushing to your face at his analogy. “A mouse? Really?”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “What else do you call it when someone’s dodging you at every turn?”

“I wasn’t dodging you,” you said quickly, though your voice betrayed your nervousness.

“Oh, really?” he drawled, raising a skeptical brow. “So skipping lunch and disappearing before I could even say hi after class was just a coincidence?”

You looked away, scrambling for an excuse. “I—I’ve just been busy, that’s all. I’m actually headed home now,” you added, hoping to change the subject. “I wanted to get some practice in.”

“Practice?” he asked, intrigued.

“Yeah,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “On my guitar. Just thought I’d get some extra practice in since the shows nearing, so I figured I’d spend the evening catching up.”

Gojo pressed a hand to his chest, staggering back as though your words had physically wounded him. “Aw, seriously? I was hoping we could hang out.” His voice was exaggeratedly dramatic, as if you’d shattered his grand plans for the evening.

His words hung in the air, and despite everything—your resolve to keep your distance, the plan to distract yourself into oblivion—those two little words were already tempting you to cave in.

Hang out.

You couldn’t help it. Your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat at the mere thought of spending time with him again. It was ridiculous, really. You’d spent the entire day avoiding him, dodging his messages and steering clear of any chance encounters. But now? The idea of hanging out with Gojo—of just being near him—was irresistible.

You swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral. “You want to hang out?” you asked, a little too casually, as though his words hadn’t just thrown your day’s plans out the window.

“Yeah,” he said, his grin softening into something less playful and more genuine. “I mean, unless you’re too busy shredding on your guitar to spare a little time for your best friend.” He wiggled his eyebrows dramatically, his playful tone making you smile despite yourself.

The word best friend stung a little more than it should have, but you ignored it, focusing instead on how your chest warmed at the thought of being with him again. “I don’t know…” you said, pretending to deliberate, even though your heart had already decided for you.

Gojo leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mock urgency. “C’mon, just for a bit. I swear, I’ll even cheer you on at your next show. Front row, obnoxious applause and everything.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, and you hated how easily he could draw it out of you. “Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “But if I bomb at my next performance because of this, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal,” he said, his grin widening as he took your hand without hesitation, tugging you along toward the gates. “You won’t regret this, I promise. I’ve got the perfect spot in mind, discovered it only recently. Snacks on me.”

You let him lead the way, the warmth of his hand in yours sending a rush of emotions you tried to bury. Despite your earlier resolve to avoid him, you couldn’t deny it—being with Gojo felt like slipping into something familiar and comforting, even if it hurt a little too.

Because no matter how much you tried to fight it, you loved him. And even if this was just a fleeting moment, you couldn’t help but want to hold onto it for as long as you could.

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Gojo led you through the streets with a bounce in his step, his hand never letting go of yours. A crinkling bag of snacks dangled from his other hand, and his cheerful chatter filled the space between you. He was talking about something—probably a random observation or one of his over-the-top stories—but you barely registered the words. You were too focused on the warmth of his hand and the effortless ease in his demeanor.

The path he took wasn’t unfamiliar, but the destination was. He led you to a quiet park just off the main street, where the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, painting everything in golden hues. The spot he’d chosen was tucked away, with a low stone wall overlooking a small pond surrounded by reeds. It was peaceful, almost serene, as if the world outside had melted away.

“Perfect, right?” Gojo said, grinning as he plopped himself down on the wall and gestured for you to join him.

You hesitated for only a moment before sitting beside him, close enough that your knees almost touched. He opened the bag of snacks, offering it to you with a flourish. “Snacks for the lady,” he said with mock chivalry, making you roll your eyes.

You took one and nibbled at it, letting the calm atmosphere settle over you. For a while, neither of you said anything. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves filled the air, and for the first time all day, you felt yourself relax.

Gojo leaned back on his hands, his gaze fixed on the pond. “Y’know, I found this place by chance when I was kinda stressed out last time,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “Kinda nice, isn’t it? Like, everything feels quieter here.”

You hummed in agreement, not trusting yourself to speak. It was dangerous, being here with him, letting yourself sink into the illusion of normalcy. Was it wrong to indulge yourself in this moment, knowing what you knew?

Despite knowing he didn’t love you back?

Despite knowing he had a girlfriend?

Your chest tightened at the thought, but you forced a small smile, biting into another snack as a distraction. This wasn’t about what you wanted or what you felt. Gojo didn’t see you that way—he had Mina, and whatever issues he was working through with her, it didn’t change the fact that you were just a friend to him.

And yet, sitting here beside him, it was so easy to forget all of that. It was so easy to let yourself believe, just for a second, that things could be different.

“Hey,” Gojo said suddenly, breaking your train of thought. He leaned closer, tilting his head to get a better look at your face. “You okay? You’ve been quiet. Not like you to let me talk this much without interrupting.”

You blinked, startled by the sudden proximity. His eyes, impossibly blue and full of concern, searched yours, and you felt your breath hitch.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, looking away. “Just… tired, I guess.”

He didn’t seem convinced but didn’t press further. Instead, he straightened up, a teasing grin replacing his concern. “Well, don’t fall asleep on me now. I dragged you all the way out here, you know. I’d be very offended if you just nodded off.”

You laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

Gojo let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, throwing himself back dramatically with his arms spread wide. “Phew, good. I’d hate to think my company is boring you to sleep. I’m basically a walking entertainment show, y’know.”

He grabbed a stray blade of grass and twirled it between his fingers, then grinned mischievously. Without warning, he started blowing on it, attempting to make that sharp, whistling sound kids often do. Instead, the grass snapped, and the noise came out as an awkward spluttering.

You chuckled, shaking your head at his antics. “Seriously? How old are you again?”

“Old enough to do this,” he retorted, plucking another blade and trying again with even more gusto. This time, the noise was louder but hilariously off-pitch, sounding more like a dying bird than anything else.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, clutching your sides as the ridiculousness of it all settled in. Gojo grinned triumphantly, tossing the grass aside. “See? Told you I’m good for a laugh.”

He leaned back again, resting his weight on his hands as he watched you. There was something softer in his expression now, a quiet kind of satisfaction that made your chest ache.

“Man,” he said after a moment, his voice teasing but with a hint of genuine warmth. “I like that laugh of yours. You should do it more often.”

You looked away, your cheeks growing warm. “Don’t start,” you muttered, but the smile lingering on your lips betrayed you.

Gojo stretched, letting out a groan of exaggerated exhaustion. “All this work to keep you entertained is killing me. I need to recharge.” Before you could react, he flopped over dramatically, his head landing in your lap.

Your breath hitched as you froze, staring down at him in disbelief. “Satoru, what are you—”

“Shhh,” he interrupted, closing his eyes as he nestled against your legs. “This is perfect. You’re comfy, the sun’s warm, and I’ve earned this, don’t you think?”

“Earned this?” you repeated incredulously, your voice wavering between annoyance and amusement.

“Absolutely,” he said, smirking up at you without opening his eyes. “Besides, you’re not gonna push me off, are you? You’re too nice for that.”

He had a point, and the smug look on his face told you he knew it. You sighed, trying to will your heart to stop pounding in your chest. Despite everything—his audacity, his obliviousness, the complicated mess of feelings swirling inside you—you couldn’t deny that this moment, however fleeting, felt impossibly right.

Gojo stayed draped across your lap like he belonged there, his trademark grin fixed on his face. “You know,” he began, his tone casual but carrying a subtle undercurrent of something unspoken, “this is probably the most comfortable I’ve been all week.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to let your heart betray you. “Is that so?” you said lightly, though the memory of last night—the way his hand had lingered against your cheek, his gaze piercing and unrelenting—still clung to you like a shadow.

“Definitely,” Gojo replied, shifting slightly to get more comfortable against your lap. “This spot? Ten out of ten. You’re like the perfect mix of firm and soft, you know? Like one of those expensive memory foam pillows.”

“Wow, thanks for the glowing review,” you said dryly, though your lips twitched at his ridiculous analogy.

“Hey, it’s a compliment!” he said, feigning offense. “You should be honored. Not just anyone gets to be Gojo Satoru’s personal recliner. Consider yourself chosen.”

You let out a soft laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you keep me around. Wonder why that is,” he teased, tilting his head ever so slightly, though his eyes remained closed.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you let the words hang in the air, letting him fill the silence the way he always did—with his rambling, carefree charm.

“And another thing,” he went on, oblivious to the way your heart was twisting. “This week has been a total grind. Like, I had two papers due, plus that ridiculous group project. Do you know how hard it is to be the brains and the beauty in a group? Exhausting. But here I am, thriving, because I’m built different.”

You bit back a smile, letting his voice wash over you like a soothing tide. He always managed to make the world feel a little less heavy, even if he had no idea how much weight you were carrying.

As he continued to talk—something about his epic debate with a professor over the meaning of “deadline”—your gaze softened. His face was so unguarded like this, the usual spark of mischief in his expression muted by the gentle glow of the afternoon sun.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, your fingers grazing the silvery strands of his hair. It was soft, softer than you’d imagined, and as you absentmindedly combed through it, a quiet calm settled over you.

As your fingers threaded gently through Gojo’s hair, his voice began to falter. Words trailed off into nothingness until he finally stopped talking altogether. The silence that followed was thick but not uncomfortable—just the sound of the breeze and distant laughter from others in the park.

You didn’t realize how intimate the moment had become until it swallowed you whole. The quiet was startling, and with it came the sharp awareness of what you were doing. Your hand froze, and you quickly pulled it away, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“Sorry,” you murmured, flustered, your cheeks burning as you tried to look anywhere but at him.

“Don’t.” His voice was soft but firm, grounding you instantly. You glanced down to find his eyes open now, half-lidded and gazing up at you with an expression that made your heart stutter. “Don’t apologize.”

You hesitated. “I didn’t mean—”

“Just keep doing it,” he interrupted, a rare seriousness in his tone. Then, as if to break the spell, he smirked. “It’s nice. You’re pretty good at this, you know. Ever consider a career in pampering me full-time?”

You rolled your eyes, but a shy smile crept across your face. “Don’t push your luck.”

He closed his eyes again, his grin softening into something less playful, more content. “No promises,” he mumbled, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

Your hand moved again, your touch hesitant at first but growing steadier as you combed through his hair once more. The silky strands slipped through your fingers effortlessly, and you swore you could feel his breathing even out beneath your touch.

The moment lingered, impossibly sweet and unspoken, a fragile bubble of time neither of you wanted to pop. And for now, that was enough.

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A few hours had passed in what felt like an instant. You and Gojo had fallen into an easy rhythm, laughing, talking, and sharing bits of your lives with no real agenda. It was... nice. Comforting, even.

But as the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, the reality of the situation started to settle in. Gojo stretched and sat up from your lap, groaning as he wiped at his eyes. “Guess it’s time to head back,” he said, his voice a little reluctant, though there was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

You nodded, slowly standing up as well, feeling the stiffness in your legs after sitting for so long. Gojo grabbed his jacket, tossing it over his shoulder, and started to gather his things. But just as he was about to turn toward you, his phone buzzed—loudly, insistently. He glanced at it, and his easygoing expression faltered for a second.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He looked down at the screen, eyes scanning the stream of missed calls and texts that had piled up. Mina.

You could see the flicker of tension in his posture as he cursed again, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He turned to you with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I kinda lost track of time. Mina’s been blowing up my phone.”

You forced a smile, nodding, even though the pit in your stomach grew a little heavier. “It’s fine. You should probably call her back.”

“Yeah, I guess I should.” He sighed, the weight of the situation settling into his voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.”

With that, Gojo stepped away from you, his steps taking him farther down the path toward a more secluded area of the park. You stayed put, arms crossed loosely as you sat back down on the grass, trying to push the knot in your chest aside.

From your spot, you could see Gojo standing a few feet away, his posture tense as he pulled his phone back out. The conversation had already started, his tone shifting into something more serious as he swiped to answer the call.

“Mina,” he said, his voice soft but carrying an edge of apology. “Hey… yeah, I’m sorry, I kinda lost track of time.”

You couldn’t help but glance over at him as he spoke. He ran a hand through his white hair, his back slightly turned so you couldn’t hear Mina’s words, but you could see the slight furrow of his brow. He was listening intently, nodding occasionally, and even though you couldn’t hear her responses, you could tell by his body language that the conversation was serious.

Your heart gave a little twinge as Gojo’s smile faded and was replaced with a more apologetic look. His voice was quieter now, more restrained. “I didn’t mean to worry you, Mina. I just… I was hanging out with a friend, and time slipped away. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

You bit your lip, looking away quickly to hide the faint ache in your chest. You knew this wasn’t something you could control, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear. The knowledge that he was apologizing to her, his girlfriend, for his time spent with you felt like a weight you weren’t sure you could carry.

For a moment, you entertained the thought of standing up and walking away, leaving them to their conversation in peace. But you stayed rooted in your spot, as if listening to the gentle rustle of the trees and the occasional snippets of Gojo’s words could somehow keep you tethered to this fleeting moment.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” Gojo continued, his tone soft and sincere. “How about we go out tomorrow, just the two of us?”

Your breath caught, but you quickly brushed it off. Of course, Gojo would make plans with Mina. She was his girlfriend. He cared about her.

But still, as you watched him nod and smile into the phone, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if you had asked him to stay a little longer, or if you’d been more honest about your feelings.

It was foolish, you knew. There was no place for you in that world, not when Mina was already there. Yet, as you glanced at Gojo’s back, his posture slightly relaxed but still tense, you couldn’t help but feel the sting of his words echoing in your chest.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Gojo said softly, his tone lightening a little as he spoke. “Love you.”

The words hung in the air like a dagger, though they were clearly meant for her, not you. And as he ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket, you forced yourself to smile when he turned back toward you, walking toward your spot with a quiet sigh of relief.

“You good?” he asked, his easy smile back in place as he neared you. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

You nodded, standing up as he got closer. “No problem,” you said softly, though you couldn’t quite meet his eyes.

As you both walked down the path, the city’s hum barely reached you through the quiet night, the only sound the crunch of your footsteps on the gravel. Gojo was walking beside you, his usual upbeat energy slightly toned down but still present in the easy way he moved. There was a comfortable silence between you, but it wasn’t long before your thoughts began to wander back to the conversation he’d had with Mina.

You couldn’t shake the lingering curiosity about how things were between them now, especially after what he’d said the day before. Without really thinking, the question slipped out.

“So… how’s everything with you and Mina? You were venting a bit yesterday, so I was wondering.”

Gojo hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting to the sidewalk ahead of him. There was a flicker of uncertainty, but it didn’t last long. He shrugged casually as if he hadn’t really given it much thought.

“I mean, it’s a work in progress, I guess,” he said with a slight grin, his tone relaxed. “I haven’t really told her about everything that’s been on my mind. Figured it’s something I should handle myself.”

He paused for a second, as though considering his words before continuing, his tone still light, almost like he was describing the weather.

“But I’m trying to sort my feelings out. That’s all I can really do right now.”

You nodded, a soft hum escaping you as you processed his words. There wasn’t a heavy burden in his voice, just a simple acknowledgment of the situation. He wasn’t looking for sympathy, just stating facts.

The silence between you two lingered, the weight of unspoken things hanging there, until Gojo shifted in the air, as if easing the tension that had quietly settled in.

“Relationships, huh?” he muttered, his eyes on the ground. “They’re complicated. People always expect something from you—attention, validation, whatever it is. And it’s exhausting, you know?”

You looked at him curiously, sensing the slight shift in his demeanor, the rare flicker of something more vulnerable beneath the usual carefree surface.

Gojo glanced up at you, that familiar grin slowly pulling at his lips. “But you, you’re different. You don’t want anything from me. You’re not looking for anything—just here, in the moment. It’s like you just… want to be here, and that’s enough. It’s rare. And honestly? I appreciate that more than you know.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his straightforward comment, but it didn’t seem like he was fishing for a response. It was almost like he was just observing things as they were. He shot you a grin, his usual playful energy returning.

“Anyway, that’s just how I see it. No big deal,” he added with a casual shrug, as though he hadn’t just shared something unexpectedly honest.

You couldn’t help but smile a little, the ease of his words making everything feel lighter. “Well, I guess I just don’t like bothering people with my stuff. You’ve got enough on your plate already.”

Gojo’s smile softened, but it stayed light, like the conversation was just another passing thought in the night. “You’re not bothering me. Never.” He paused, his gaze meeting yours for a brief moment before continuing, his voice unchanged. “That’s why it’s easy to talk to you. No pressure, no expectations. It’s nice, actually.”

The way he said it made it feel like a simple fact, no weight behind it. It was just Gojo being Gojo—easygoing, direct, with no hidden meaning.

You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief settle in your chest, even though the curiosity still lingered. You didn’t need to dissect it now. There’d be time for that later.

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it,” you said, the smile still hanging on your lips. “Just don’t go getting all sentimental on me now.”

Gojo chuckled, the familiar grin returning as he nudged you lightly with his elbow. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you continued walking, the night stretching out ahead of you. There was no tension in the air, no heavy unspoken words. Just two people walking through the quiet streets, each with their own thoughts and the faintest sense of understanding passing between them.

As you reached your door, the night’s quiet settling around you, you turned to Gojo, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion still lingering in the air. You could feel it—the weight of everything unspoken between you two, the subtle tension from earlier now thickening in the cool night.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, your voice lighter than it had been earlier, but still threaded with something unidentifiable. You gave him a small smile, but it was different this time, more open, almost a little hesitant. You didn’t know why, but it felt like there was something hanging in the balance between you two.

Gojo nodded, his usual playful grin softened by something else in his eyes. “Of course. Wouldn’t leave you to walk alone.”

You stood there for a moment longer than you expected, the night stretching on, and something about it felt strangely familiar. The world around you seemed to blur for a brief second, and for a heartbeat, it was like you’d been here before—standing exactly like this, talking to him, just like yesterday.

And for a moment, it felt like déjà vu.

Before you could fully process the thought, Gojo spoke again, his voice softer, more sincere than you’d heard it all night. “You’ve been spacing out a lot today. You sure you’re okay?” he asked, his gaze lingering on you. There was an intensity to it, like he was seeing something in you that you hadn’t shared.

For a second, it felt like everything around you paused. This has happened before, you thought again, the sensation growing stronger. You could almost hear the echo of his voice, feel the weight of the night, like some strange repetition that you couldn’t escape.

You forced the feeling away, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just tired.” But even as you said it, you felt that faint discomfort creeping in, as if your own words didn’t quite match the way you felt.

Gojo studied you for a moment, and in that silence, something seemed to shift. He took a small step forward, closing the distance between you ever so slightly.

And then, like a memory replaying, he reached up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered at the back of your neck before his hand moved to cup your cheek, his touch so unexpectedly soft, so... tender. The warmth of his palm against your skin made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, everything around you felt real, but also like it was slipping into something more unreal.

His eyes locked onto yours then, gaze soft but intense, and you felt the world narrow down to just the two of you in that moment. He didn’t say anything, but the way he was looking at you felt like he was searching for something, like he was trying to figure out the pieces of some puzzle that had been left incomplete for too long.

It wasn’t until you realized you were holding your breath that you snapped back to yourself, blinking quickly as the déjà vu hit you full force. The way his fingers brushed your cheek. The weight of his gaze. The almost impossible tension between you two. It felt like it had happened just the night before, like a scene repeated but with more meaning this time, something in the air different, but still the same.

“Satoru…” you whispered, unsure of what to say, unsure if you were still standing in the present or if you had somehow crossed into something else entirely.

He didn’t respond immediately, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over your skin as if savoring the moment. The touch was gentle, careful, but there was something else there too. Something deeper.

And then, just as you were about to speak again, to ask what was going on, something shifted. The air seemed to hum with an unfamiliar energy, and Gojo’s hand dropped away from your face as he took a step back. His eyes were still locked onto you, but this time, there was a flicker of uncertainty behind the playful glint, as though he, too, was questioning something he couldn’t quite place.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other, the silence thick with something unsaid, something almost tangible. You couldn’t tell if it was you or if it was him who was feeling it—the electric tension that seemed to pulse in the space between you.

Gojo’s voice broke the silence, but it was quieter than usual. “Guess I should get going.” His grin was back, but it was softer now, like he was still holding onto something he couldn’t fully let go of.

You nodded slowly, unable to shake the feeling that this moment, this exchange, wasn’t quite over yet. As he turned to leave, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching him go. The weight of everything you had just felt hung in the air like a question, and you were left standing there, feeling the weight of the déjà vu, the strange familiarity of it all.

But before you could fully process it, the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance, leaving you standing at your door with the echoes of that moment still lingering, unanswered and unresolved.

[celestialtarot11]

May Month Predictions for You 🌅💖

Hi friends! Welcome back to another PAC reading. Today we’ll be doing May month predictions 🤭 this ones extra spicy! Enjoy and feel free to like comment and reblog 🤍

Pile 1: Hi there pile 1’s! 🌅💗 I see for you May is all about speaking your truth and owning your needs/wants. Speaking up about the things you like or don’t like, setting boundaries and becoming organized. If you are moving into a new place this month will be about physical organization, it helps you think clearly and feel better when your space is clutter free. Also this is a month for you of clearing out the old, especially physical things. It may carry emotional attachments and its time to release that. May for you is beautiful because I see you are becoming disciplined in your goals, plans and solidifying your dreams. You are also having the strength and capacity to let go of what doesn’t serve you 🥰🤍 If you are wondering about romance this month is the month where you focus on you, i know it may not be what you want to hear especially if you are seeking a person. This isn’t a sign they won’t come in, I think spirit is saying to get your ducks in a row for yourself first and this person will meet you halfway ☺️💗 which can very well be in this month! Never mess with divine timing 🤣 I think for those who are in relationships you will be coming back to yourself, focusing on self care a lot more and will be prioritizing healthier habits and mental stimulation. This may be a month for you to explore dating as well if you haven’t found someone! 👀 enjoy pile 1’s!

Pile 2: Hi there pile 2’s! Welcome to your reading 💖🤍🤭 I could you not I was so excited for you doing this reading!! If you are wanting a promotion or a job this is the month! If you are an entrepreneur and hoping to receive financial help it will come! You are moving into such an abundant place mentally emotionally and physically, and nothing is in your way. You want to focus on peace, wealth and happiness this month, and you are self assured in your joy 💖🌅 For those who are moving places, this place will help you relax and find lots of peace and abundance. Material abundance and also internal happiness. If this is something you’ve been working on for a long time, like a project, a business, or moving out, it will pay off in May. May is your month to shine and feel good. I see any storms are being put to rest, you’re focused on you and you feel open minded. Any financial opportunities will flow to you now 🤍🌅 in terms of romance I do see you’re maybe looking for options now, but not at your expense. Meaning you are performing self care whilst managing options and we love that! There will be someone coming in to whisk you away 👀 and I mean in a good way lol. They will have you intrigued by their conversation and way of thinking. You will enjoy debates and banter and discussions with this person. This can also be a new friend for a lot of you! Not necessarily romantic. Thank you pile 2 for being here 💗🌅 dont forget to like comment and reblog to spread the love

Pile 3: Hey there pile 3 👀 welcome! 🤗 For your May month I see travel plans are being solidified. I also heard “the gc made it out the group chat” so for you maybe there is a friend group you’ve been wanting to travel with, and May is when it happens! I also see you are focused on making different streams of income which is leading you to explore different positions, and experiences. Like maybe you have one job where you make pizza and then another where you are a contract manager 🤣 two vastly different options! But it would be something you enjoy. Something that calls to you and something you’re ready to pursue. Its definitely not tedious and boring as a contract manager, its something that you already wanted to do and thought of for so long. May month could be clearing up for you in terms of your schedule, and time. So you have more time to focus on you and your hobbies. For romance ya’ll could be meeting a fancy person whilst traveling 👀 or it could be everyday commute and someone strikes your fancy. Someone you’d like to be with, they have what you consider is attractive 🥰🤍 ya’ll could also be traveling home and are saving up and May month is wonderful! I also am hearing for advice dont stick to plans too much this month, there’s something about you being reliant on structure and plans which nothing is wrong (I do the same) but spirit wants you to be flexible a little. Allow for some spontaneous adventure, random happenings, and fun 👀 enjoy pile 3! 💗💖 dont forget to like comment and reblog 🤍

Thank yall for always being here 💗🥰 this one is a fun one! Wishing ya’ll a happy May month.

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"The Future" - Sebastian Vettel x reader

The news truly shocked me and compelled me to write this.

Lewis Hamilton is a side character in this.

not proofread i dont have the mental capacity rn

This fic also is kinda part of a series, but it can stand on it's own! For more, view my masterlist.

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“Have you considered it at least?”

A fragmented voice sounding through a tin-like phone speaker asked with a certain pressure behind it. The kind of pressure you’d only hear from people who wanted something. Something important.

Sebastian eyed the phone hesitantly, placing it on the windowsill while holding his watering can. Little droplets sliding down it’s side as he attempted to water his dried pot of basil - traveling was never something that helped in plantkeeping, not when you’d spend half the year in random hotels somewhere in the world.

He did not feel the need to return to the circus known as Formula 1, having enjoyed his time there but entirely content with retirement. Opposed to some of the others, he thought, he knew when to quit. No longer circling the biggest cities on earth but the supermarket parking lot in hopes of finding an empty spot. More importantly, waking up in his own bed for 7/7 days a week was a major joy to him, a feeling he didn’t feel like giving up.

“You know as well as i do, that we need an  experienced driver. George’s good but… He just can’t give us the direction needed.” Toto sounded quite serious at that moment - Lewis deciding to leave must have hurt him badly, considering him approaching Sebastian.

“Also… I just want someone i can trust to be around me”

Looking up in surprise, Seb almost dropped the watering can on the floor. Lewis leaving had REALLY hurt him.

“I’ve been thinking about retiring from F1 now. But they’d probably cancel F1 Academy without me around. Force Susie into Submission. I don’t want that. Fuck no.”

“Toto, I-” Sebastian started speaking, plucking the dead leaves from his pot of basil. “I like life. I love peaceful mornings.”

Silence. The phone speaker didn’t echo out for a few moments. 

“What would you say, if i told you we had a championship winning car?”

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“You really agree to it?” Sebastian asked, Surprise lingering on his voice.

“Of course i do, i’ve seen you thirst for racing while you yourself didn’t. I was with you from the beginning till the end of your career, don’t you think i’d be able to read you by now?” Y/N answered him, their eyebrows pulled together in a mild emotion.

“But there’s a catch.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll be your race engineer. Like i’ve always been”

“Huh?” Seb asked again, this time even more surprised than before. Y/N nodded seriously. “I can’t see you race with another Engineer at your side. It feels wrong.”

The man man pondered for a moment, his brain racking. “You’re right. I’ll talk to Toto.”

A week later, Mercedes made an announcement. For the 2025 season, Bono would be moving to the lead Race Engineer position, not being directly responsible for a single racer. The community was confused, unsure of what was happening. Would they be promoting a rookie racer and engineer to grow their youth? Would they be getting a driver and engineer paring from another team?

Twitter and Reddit Artists were working hard, creating shitpost after shitpost, pundits podcast over podcast as the season progressed, trying to figure out who’d be the next racer.

Meanwhile Sebastian and Y/N were busy in their own ways. Practicing their communication again, the driver getting physically fit and in shape again. Moreso than he had been during his time at Aston Martin. This was going to be serious - no more lazing around. Go hard or go home.

Y/N worked with Bono - the man they used to work against- to get used to the Mercedes way of communication. It was very difficult, more strict compared to the free Red Bull. More lenient compared to the crazy Ferrari. More rule governed, compared to Aston Martin. Peter Bonnington was surprised in his own way, understanding why L/N and Vettel were the scary Duo they had been all this time. They had been a team since 2008, their shared time rivaling his and Lewis. Lewis- that was a mental direction he shouldn’t go to. Mercedes would need to win the championship, no time to waste on stupid thoughts.

As the season progressed and Fans grew mad with their speculation, Mercedes made a post on their instagram. It was a Photo of one of the trees outside their HQ, with a little bee fluttering around it. One single Description. “We love nature”.

Fans went wild with speculation, thinking, planning, shitposting. 

Then one day, two weeks away from the season beginning, the news fell. Two announcement posts in a single day. Y/N L/N heading to Mercedes as Race Engineer, Sebastian Vettel as driver. Mercedes returning back to their silver arrows livery.

The community went wild, the thing they’d never expected had happened.

Lewis meanwhile, was downtrodden. He had expected this move to work out differently. Ferrari clearly designated Charles as Driver 1, not adjusting around him like he’d gotten used to. Their bad race engineering got him into trouble many times. Seeing this news almost broke him. They had replaced him with his friend, who didn’t speak a single word of this? Shame on him.

Shortly after, a Video went online on the Mercedes Account. Sebastian and Y/N were seated among the many championships belonging to Mercedes, clad in white teamgear. Their eyes were determined, telling people they hadn’t arrived to play. As Sebastian took of his hat, people noticed the change. His own cold smile had returned, the one that caused people to call him a smiling assassin. His locks short again, like when he’d won his own championships. Y/N had assimilated, they’re hair bleached and dyed into a silvery colour. 

Fans once again were shocked, they truly hadn’t expected Sebastian to return like this. More akin to the way Schumacher returned but apparently that was not the choice Vettel made - he was here to win, not for the participation trophy.

As the season opener in Australia rolled around, many eyes were glued to the screen. Y/N was sitting on a bicycle along with their driver on his own, passing over the track. Taking in texture, dirt and heat. The media approached them back in the pits, shoving microphones in their face. Y/N just grunted, showing the media a literal middle finger before dipping into the Mercedes pitwall. 

This was the same paring as back in 2011, ready to fight. Qualifying went well, dangerously well. It was as if Seb hadn’t left F1. But not the 2022 Version, the 2012 Version. His defense was ruthless, his attacks even more. He utilised all the skills he had honed over years, even the smallest tricks Michael had once explained to him to gain a faster time. As he crossed over the finish line in first position, Martin Brundle screamed out loud. Nobody had expected this, nobody thought he could win a race again. Toto was jumping in the Mercedes Garage, Y/N jumping along and almost throwing the headset down.

Sebastian on the radio was back to his own, singing, cheering and screaming absolute gibberish. Pulling into Parc Fermé, he was surprised at having the camera and microphone pushed into his face. This new way of doing things was very unusual to him. 

“So Sebastian, tell us how you’re feeling.”

“I feel like i belong” was his simple answer, pushing the camera out of his face as he headed to get weighed. He took a short look at the staircase leading up to the podium. It had been a while since he had last set foot onto them. They were almost scary but he knew, he was secure. A hand placed on his shoulder, one that he had felt there for many years. Y/N was there to get the constructors trophy, truely the only appropriate person today.

The clothing wasn’t the same as in the past, but the energy was. People were cheering, even more were booing. Not wanting another Era of Mercedes Dominance. Booing however, did nothing to deter Sebastian or Y/N. After all, they were the original Red Bull Villains. 

Ignoring the rules, they let the champagne down to the team to enjoy. This was their first victory after a few years as well, they deserved it after sacrificing two seasons to get this car made.

Then, a lone camera man captured an almost painfull view. Lewis Hamilton, clad in the strong Ferrari Red standing aside, looking up to the silver team with sadness and longing in his eyes. This hurt him, it truly did. Tears were welling in his eyes as the camera man moved away tactfully, instead capturing the celebrating couple instead.

The season progressed, a grandslam in all eyes. Win after win - not a single Race lost. As the Final in Bahrain rolled around and Sebastian collected his fifth driver’s championship, he knew he had found a new family and home. Y/N and him were celebrating wildly, the basil on the windowsill long forgotten among the glory and the parties, the heat and the energy.

It was that day, that a man entered a plane back to his new home in Italy. Eying the still not fully unpacked furniture, he settled onto a lightly dusted chair. Had leaving Mercedes truly not been the right decision? Lewis looked at a photobook a fan had gotten him. From winning with McLaren, the years with Nico and Valtteri, Mercedes had truly grown into his home and Family. What had made him leave them then? Was it the thirst for glory? Had he not enjoyed the atmosphere anymore? He felt conflicted. People had told him that Ferrari would break him. He didn’t want to believe them, but they were right. The red team had once again done what it did best. Destroy someone. Lewis looked back on Sebastian’s Face, remembering his defeated expression after the years of fighting with the red team. Of getting recognition for Kimi as well. Of standing up against Charles.

Lewis considered his options, putting his own life on the golden scale. Then, he made a decision. Opening instagram, he made a single post. Cuddling Roscoe, the description was simple, something nostalgic almost. “I hereby announce my retirement from Formula 1”

[sharklovingaquarist]

I'm having a grand old time laughing at something and it reminds me of a video I have saved on Instagram. So I open insta. Automatically, I get recommended a video of a woman talking about how her niece is physically damaged after her fetus "miscarried" (I'll explain my gripe with that term) and didnt recieve proper medical care. It just reminded me how being a woman is literally a living hell, and as much as you can try to escape, you can't. And it's not even a deeper issue within medical care, it's so bad it's a debate if we can access medical care.

I think I've grown too picky... or too aware. Im sick of the pro choice people too. Every time abortion comes up within the context of a miscarriage it has to be played up or justified with emotions. It cant be focused on a woman's well-being, her SURVIVAL. They go on about the mental turmoil of the woman in question... but you dont wanna question the culture you're feeding into that makes it that way? If its about emotion you might as well start bitching about the father (if modern men even had the capacity for empathy). I'm so sick of the breeder mindset. I'm sick of these situations being about a "mommy in pain" not "a woman who is dying". Be mature for once, this is a physical process. They would if it was a man. It'd be about him as a person.

As for my issue with the term miscarriage, it's because of the one-sided focus on women. Men actually cause a lot of fertility issues... almost like they make up half the fetus. It almost sees the woman as a flawed incubator. And I hear too much about this health issue to think it's normal. People shit themselves over a pregnant woman eating chocolate but then actual health doesn't matter. It all points to this never being about life, for the woman or for a "baby". Breeders lack priority. It all feels so mechanical, its all a facade that makes it look like an emotional familial thing. You can't ride a horse while pregnant but sure go to work in a car and get yelled at by people! And God forbid I suggest a man has a part in the gestation of HIS child, including its health and how its health effects his partner. Nah men are flawless beings, sperm is just the catalyst he implants to power up the baby factory. His pregnant wife is the machine that operates under his eye. Its so fake, it lacks emotion yet swears it's the most emotional thing to exist.

The culture we have created around pregnancy on all sides makes me sick. It makes me want to rip my uterus out. I'm in a bad mood yall. Idc if this makes people mad

[cambrianboyesque]

what if changing history had tumblr

eraserhead-official

eraserhead-official

My friend told me to make this account. I have no interest in this website otherwise.

eraserhead-official

why are my students on here.

eraserhead-official

there are “edits” of photos and videos of me. what is happening.

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hawksofficial

hawksofficial

i’m in a rivalry right now. no one talk to me

hawksofficial

intern says i shouldn’t say things like this on the official tumblr but i dont think she gets my whimsy and my joy

hawksofficial

we apologize for the previous messages, they are not official on any capacity and will be deleted shortly.

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shadowedfangirl

shadowedfangirl

im having such a normal one rn

journalisticintegrity follow

you do realize that a villain you have connections to is on this very site, right? suspicious.

shadowedfangirl

dude ur gonna have to specify theres like four

#prev em. ahaha

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kingesplosionmurder

the-darkness-consumes-me

a weight has been lifted off of me knowing i am not the only one with a shadow quirk

kingexplosionmurder

of course only a loser extra like you would have a tumblr

todoroki-shoto 

? why do you have a tumblr then

shadowedfangirl

yeah why do you have a tumblr. lol

kingexplosionmurder

SHUT UPPPPP YOU SUCK SO MUCH

#prev I LIKE MY BLOG TO BE ORGANIZED, YOURE JUST SAYING SHIT

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shadowedfangirl

the-darkness-consumes-me

a weight has been lifted off of me knowing i am not the only one with a shadow quirk

kingexplosionmurder

of course only a loser extra like you would have a tumblr

todoroki-shoto 

? why do you have a tumblr then

shadowedfangirl

yeah why do you have a tumblr. lol

kingexplosionmurder

SHUT UPPPPP YOU SUCK SO MUCH

#prev you literally tagged this as reblogs. do you have a tagging system

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kingesplosionmurder

the-darkness-consumes-me

a weight has been lifted off of me knowing i am not the only one with a shadow quirk

kingexplosionmurder

of course only a loser extra like you would have a tumblr

todoroki-shoto 

? why do you have a tumblr then

shadowedfangirl

yeah why do you have a tumblr. lol

kingexplosionmurder

SHUT UPPPPP YOU SUCK SO MUCH

#reblogs

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pikachuuuuuu

shadowedfangirl

im having such a normal one rn

journalisticintegrity follow

you do realize that a villain you have connections to is on this very site, right? suspicious.

shadowedfangirl

dude ur gonna have to specify theres like four

#FOUR????

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kendo1b

alien-queen

i need her carnally

alien-queen

who said that.

copycat22

so many people in 1a reblogged this…unbelievable. you’re all exposing yourselves to the masses

kendo1b

monoma you reblogged this like 34 times. you blew up everyones phones

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shadowedfangirl

shadowedfangirl

im having such a normal one rn

journalisticintegrity follow

you do realize that a villain you have connections to is on this very site, right? suspicious.

shadowedfangirl

dude ur gonna have to specify theres like four

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blooderotica

leagueoflegends002 

did she fucking block me

blooderotica

LOSER!! she didn’t block me…i actually think she likes me better than u

blooderotica

wait a minute.

copycat22

alien-queen

i need her carnally

alien-queen

who said that.

copycat22

so many people in 1a reblogged this…unbelievable. you’re all exposing yourselves to the masses

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almightyfanboy

alien-queen

i need her carnally

alien-queen

who said that.

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uravity

alien-queen

i need her carnally

alien-queen

who said that.

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shadowedfangirl

“ohhhh y/n go to therapy youre keeping all your emotions to yourself and you can’t trust other people it’s not healthy” have you considered i need to Survive

shadowedfangirl

im very mentally well

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blooderotica

leagueoflegends002 

did she fucking block me

blooderotica

LOSER!! she didn’t block me…i actually think she likes me better than u

almightyfanboy

my first post on the tumblr!

#intro post #i dont know how to use this website…

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tiredandhungry

you’ll never guess what i am today

shadowedfangirl

shinsou please

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pikachuuuuuu

alien-queen

i need her carnally

alien-queen

who said that.

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tiredandhungry

you’ll never guess what i am today

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hawksofficial

hawksofficial

i’m in a rivalry right now. no one talk to me

hawksofficial

intern says i shouldn’t say things like this on the official tumblr but i dont think she gets my whimsy and my joy

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todoroki-shoto

todoroki-shoto

i think this place is neat.

shadowedfangirl

todorokiyourenotsupposedtoputyourfullnameontheinternet

todoroki-shoto

im not?

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shadowedfangirl

im having such a normal one rn

#constantly having a normal one

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obsidian-within

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[dreamyrat]

now that i’ve written about sappy functional middle aged labru i’m thinking about more realistic and sad scenarios…

kabru who gets married young and has children because HEAR ME OUT he believes it makes him more trustworthy than being a bachelor… not quite aware of why he feels the need to appear as normal as possible around others and encouraging laios to do the same… continuing to be unaware of his feelings for laios, writing it off as purely sexual and therefore easy to deny and ignore, despite the fact that he’s closer to laios than anyone.

laios never marrying because the idea of disrupting the status quo is uncomfortable, since he just got used to being king and kabru’s family. also fundamentally disagreeing with kabru’s opinion on needing to get married just for the sake of others, by extension never having to confront his attraction to kabru, even being afraid to get near it mentally. thinking that his jealousy and insecurity stems purely from the threat of losing his closest friend and confidant, DEFINITELY no other reason.

I think kabru would marry a working class woman rather than nobility because they can relate to each other better, the idea they both have to serve people in some capacity, and all the turmoil and triumph that comes with that. I imagine kabru performing the role of doting father and husband very well. his wife loves how attentive he is and how he notices things about her no one else ever has. he’s patient but stern with the kids and earnestly connects with them. until he ultimately burns out and his wife realizes he can’t be honest with her, despite years of trying to get him to open up. up until that point his romantic relationships had all been fun and non committal, and she took pride in the fact she made him want to settle. she never could fully explain what was off about their relationship, because he really was very kind and loving, until she realizes how deeply kabru has repressed his emotions and cant help but question everything and feel she fundamentally misunderstood kabru as a person…

maybe a near death experience with laios triggers it, and kabru’s unable to take care of himself completely, he can’t mask his fear and neurosis and rage anymore, he can’t eat or sleep until he’s okay. he throws himself into his work and refuses to acknowledge that he is struggling when she asks him about it. her realizing that despite kabru’s best efforts to love her and care for her, his relationship with laios is more emotionally intimate than theirs, will always be what drives him and centers him, and she shouldn’t have to compete with that… she obviously mourns what she thought their marriage was, and can’t help but feel betrayed, but overtime starts to feel a deep empathy for him.

I guess I want to explore how kabru’s social dexterity has the potential to be just as destructive as laios’ social ignorance… even though they both have the best intentions and care about others.

when his wife divorces him, he is forced to be honest with laios about why she left, and he has immense guilt over not being able to love her correctly, about being fundamentally flawed and strange, the child that was raised to be a perfect doll, the monster kid no one wanted to play with, how his efforts to compensate for his innate wrongness blew up in his face anyway, which obviously laios can relate to better than anyone.

I think they would dance around each other after that, both now fully aware of the attraction but being so practiced in the art of denial they dont know what to do. It just feels so good to have it out in the open, they forgot that they can actually do something about it. Also kabru feeling like he shouldn’t be allowed to indulge after causing so much pain.

when they finally do get together, it’s surprisingly shy and chaste at first, like they are scared to face the depth of their desire and the years they wasted. it’s slow until it’s not, and everything bubbles to the surface, and they have mind blowing autistic sex. lol.

as for his children i think laios always really liked them as their weird uncle and since he has no heirs, he’d leave his kingdom to them. I’m not sure if kabru’s ex wife would be able to have a relationship with kabru after they get together, but maybe… maybe they could be friends.

[gemstone-gynoid]

"If you have a beefy computer you owe me money. I am putting this on a post I am otherwise unrelated to" Literally who in their right mind would give you money aside from the deeply mentally ill. That user cannot have actually thought they would get a single cent from people. They aren't even citing any actual need for the money

actually perfectly reasonable. an average computer user doesnt have a top of the line computer. so it doesnt apply to most. if one such computer user with a beefy computer thinks the intent of the post is incorrect, that in which proves the crux of the argument. if the crux of the argument is proven, herein-which wherein the subject of the conundrum feels aghast upon self inflected divergence in expected emotion capacity, remuneration to elevate numismatic qualities is one-such agreeable solution to the scenario. upon this hypothetical presentation, with the perceived actors being those who find fault and upon those who dont find fault, only the segment of the population who find fault need to even consider the occasion of donation. if that is the case, ipso-facto, generalization towards those who are hand-picked to be the primary actor and also feel sympathy to suggestions of coinage exchange must be the one the post is expected towards.

as an aside, a population of humanity elected to donate towards a single individual who proclaimed within the bounds of the legitimate website, at this moment i do believe it is indiegogo or perhaps gofundme, that the funding will be appropriated towards the fashioning of a bowl of potato salad. expecting only modest donations, recieved a mass influx of funds. person elected to make an event of a potato salad potluck for the impoverished within his community to enjoy, a happy ending in the end

ergo, it is within the bounds of understanding that it is within each individual person of the world's ability to elect to offer fiduciary donations under their own willpower without the influence of other willpowers.

and like, take a chill pill

[the-art-of-sanshoku]

Thanks @lucksea and friends for providing the prompts, this was challenging but fun to participate in :)

Here's a compilation post of all my tokucember artworks ^^ (you can see them individually in this tag) honestly, still can't quite believe i did all of them and not a single one was late either~ I didn't draw every day since some days i could get 2 done but i did draw almost everyday. Multiple hours at a time even. And did tokuhols at the same time o.o

It was fun to do a lot of variety and show some love to pretty much every toku ive seen :> i forced myself to do a lot of coloring too, which i usually avoid lol. I also did a bunch of painting which ive never really done before outside of a few studies (that hand on day 3 im still very impressed with like wow that was me)

Honestly I'm surprisingly happy with a lot of stuff i made this month even though they were made in one day, just a few hours and a dream. I'd say the average was like 2-3 hours, and the min being maybe 30min and max 5-6 hours? Maybe its because i know of the time constraints im a bit less harsh on them lol. But also i am genuinely impressed too.

Doing all this also really highlights what needs to be worked on- linework is a huge one and ive always known that to be a weakpoint. Also you can tell i love doing chest up portraits because i do not know how legs work orz. Also you can see that i avoid backgrounds... But yeah just means i gotta work on it 👍

Let it be known l will not be making this much in january lol hopefully ill do some proper studying instead of just brute forcing pieces all the time. Surprisingly not burnt out though and its kind of had this effect where i havent made anything today and i feel antsy. Mightve gone too far in one direction...

If i participate next year it will probably be in a more limited fashion this took up a bit too much time but it was fun! And enlightening. And showed i could dedicate the time and motivation to art which i dont think i had the mental/emotional capacity for in like any other year of my life. Also was good for like, making what you feel like and not caring if it flops because who cares theres 30 more posts to do type of thing. (Well may have gotten depressed a handful of times but moved passed it quickly which is the important part >>) Just kind of a good thing for me i guess.

May we have an artful and tokuful 2025 🙏

[mactiir]

advice of the week: learn the emotional abuse playbook. Like ACTUALLY spend some time reading about gaslighting, triangulation, codependency (it's not just substance abuse!), DARVO tactics, and red flags -- the real definitions, not just what the internet has whitewashed them into. Because, from experience, it is SUPER easy to accidentally end up in a borderline emotionally abusive, codependent friendship and not even notice until you're ten years in, on a hair trigger at all times, wildly depressed and anxious, wondering why you have zero other friends, hobbies, or time for yourself, because they’re always "having a hard time" and need you in some capacity.

Guys: toxic relationships aren't always cruel. Often it looks like helplessness, like feigned incompetence, like threats of self harm if you do or don't do a thing (implicit: they won't eat at all if I don't, and explicit: if i dont they will hurt themself -- both count). Sometimes it is even completely understandable. But: lying to people because you're afraid they'll leave you is manipulative. Saying yes to things because you want people to like you, and then blaming your friends because you are unhappy, is manipulative. Apologizing ten thousand times for the same thing because you aren't happy with the other person's reaction, but never changing your own behavior, is controlling. Regularly cancelling plans last minute so your friends can't make plans with anyone else, but having a mental break when anything is scheduled over regular hangouts, is controlling. Not setting clear boundaries, and then having meltdowns when your nonexistent boundaries are violated, is toxic. Expecting your friends to be on call to listen to your problems no matter how triggering, stressful, or personal those problems are, is toxic. And if your friends are pulling this shit: you will never, ever make them happy, you do not have that power, and you need to GTFO because chances are, babe, that shit's codependent and/or abusive and congrats, you are enabling/being taken advantage of.

Save yourself a lot of time, guys. Learn the playbook. Hate the playbook. Steer far, far away from the playbook. And if you see yourself doing these things, ask yourself why, get thee to a therapist, and fucking cut it out. You're hurting people and you don't even know it.