#looking back at my own ideas: yikes HATE THAT

[aoxue]

songxiao (and others of your choice) search and rescue mission in dangerous snowy mountains AU >:) i don't know you know i listen to too many pastas - DJ

So this got away from me. Badly. Here's some creepy mountain rescue:

Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen do SAR work on a volunteer basis in the mountains near their home. There's a lot of tourist traffic that comes through, a handful of popular ski resorts. Visitors tend to underestimate how dangerous these mountains can be, so SAR missions are unfortunately kind of frequent.

Unusually, a call goes out for a girl from the mountains (A-Qing) who had gone out to meet up with some friends when a freak snowstorm hit, and she hasn't been heard from since. A little volunteer squad heads up the mountains and fans out, but their communication devices are on the fritz after the storm. As a pair, songxiao come across evidence of a rock slide, revealing a cave, where the sparse, possible-A-Qing-trail they've found stops. Honestly, a pretty good place to take shelter from the snow in an emergency, so they're hoping their girl's in there.

They have to move some rocks, but they squeeze into this cave, or maybe more of a crevice that sprawls forward into the darkness. And the uncovering of the cave is a new development, right? The rock slide moved a LOT of material to unblock the entrance, those rocks had been undisturbed for a very long time, and while comms are working, the guys confirm that no one at base has heard of any notable caves here, not even Nie Mingjue, whose family has lived in the mountains for generations. So as they push through the space, pressing up against the walls, it's weird to see markings carved into the stone. There's been enough water erosion and lichen growth that it's hard to make out any of the words, but there are odd symbols, too. Are they curse marks? Protective sigils? Sealing glyphs? Innocuous cave art...? It's a little creepy, but there's one of A-Qing's gloves on the ground, and hearing no response when they call for her, they have to press onward.

Eventually, the cave opens up into a wider space, and A-Qing is there! She's slumped against a wall, unresponsive but alive, and Xiao Xingchen immediately clambers over the debris at the entrance of the space to administer first aid. Meanwhile, Song Lan clocks their surroundings, and, uh. Well, the sigil work is heaviest right at the entrance of this cave-room, then stops abruptly. There are... broken chains amid the debris on the ground? And that dark slickness on the walls, seeming to seep out of the stone? That can't be blood, right. Right? Song Lan has a Very Bad Feeling About This™, but Xingchen doesn't want to move A-Qing until she's stabilized. And brilliantly, the snow's picked back up something fierce, night is falling (wasn't it around noon when they got here?), and they're only able to let base know that they're alive with A-Qing at these coordinates, assuming the message actually went through before comms dropped for good. So, far out in the wilderness as they are, overnighting in the blood cave is very unfortunately looking like the best option available. Even if Song Lan can swear he hears the echoes of a high, metallic laughter as the wind blows outside.

Xiao Xingchen is leery about the situation, too, but he devotes his attention to A-Qing. She's been cold, but not dangerously so, and there's no evidence of significant injury, but she didn't leave the cave when the first snow storm passed, and she's been basically catatonic since they found her. Xiao Xingchen is glad Wen Qing was off duty today and not now stuck in this mess, but she'd know what to do in this situation. At least Song Lan's agitation at being trapped in the cave seems to be settling, as he's quieted down and stopped pacing around. And. Well. A scene to close out this point and this post, warning for possession:

Around nightfall, things change. A-Qing stirs, slowly rousing from her stupor. She doesn't respond to Xiao Xingchen's explanations or his questions, just glances around the cave with flitting, anxious eyes. A long time passes. A-Qing's lips move, but it takes a few moments more before the words form into a question of her own. "Is he gone?" she whispers roughly. Xiao Xingchen blinks, puzzled. "Is who gone?" "Is who gone?" Song Lan's voice echoes from the other side of the room. It's the first he's spoken in a while. He sounds calm. Oddly so. A-Qing's eyes widen as she focuses on Song Lan, turned away from them, beyond the light of the lantern. She grabs Xiao Xingchen's sleeve. A chill runs down Xiao Xingchen's spine. He puts a hand around A-Qing's arm. "Zichen?" Song Lan turns back toward them, but he doesn't quite look at them. His eyes, unfocused, gleam for a moment. He tilts his head slightly. "Zichen?"

[pierregazly]

let's show the world ꨄ carlos sainz smau

carlos sainz x wife!reader

warnings: hateful/mean comments, cyberbullying

in which carlos has to make it clear to the world how much his wife means to him, and how strangers on the internet know nothing about them or their relationship.

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f1drivernews it appears ferrari driver carlossainz55 and wife yourusername spent the summer break in style, rumours have it that the resort they stayed in ibiza was almost €7500 per person a night. sainz and his wife have been notorious for staying in extravagant hotels and resorts during both summer and winter breaks. the lifestyles of the rich and famous continues!

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yourusername i'm amazed by you every single day, even more when you come back to our room stinking of champagne 💗

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landonorris no special post for me?? you told me i was ur son the other day and this is the treatment i get ? emancipation right now

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f1gossip the streets are saying carlos was in suzuka alone this week, his wife of two years yourusername reportedly took a flight home instead of following her husband along to suzuka after the singapore win... trouble in paradise? 👀👀

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carlossainz55 amor what's wrong??

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landonorris carlando to the rescue dont worry y/n

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carlossainz55 this last week has been extra special for me, to know it is the anniversary of the first time i met my best friend, and that she was able to be with me when i lifted the trophy in singapore is a wonderful feeling.

but to see all the ignorant, unkind, and hurtful comments that are regularly directed at my wife has put a negative twirl on this time. my wife, to me, is the most beautiful woman in the world. she is kind, and loving, and has given up the world for me time and time again. no one knows our relationship more than her and i. many of you speak things that are so ignorant and false it is disgusting. if you are one of these people, please know, you are not a fan i find myself caring for.

i beg those who continue to speak poorly of my wife, to think about how your actions can harm others. thank you. and to yourusername, you are the most important light in my life. i cant wait to see you amor.

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charles_leclerc be kind always!

yourusername te amo, always and forever.

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ahhhh this is the smau part 2 i promised to my last carlos written story! thank you to the lovely person who requested it, i hope it's what you wanted! please let me know what you think, i hope you all loved it 💗

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[olderthannetfic]

Something that's always stuck with me is Stitch's followers dogpiling me for writing a Jewish Star Wars AU. Basically it was an AU where Finn was space Moses, the last of a noble Force-sensitive family who made sure he survived the destruction of their planet, and when his Force abilities awakened he went on to fight to free the other Stormtroopers. Stitch didn't like that I went in a Finn/Hux direction wherein Hux was a double agent embedded deep in the First Order, sabotaging it from the inside.

I was called a Nazi. I'm Jewish. I was called anti-black. I'm Beta Israeli, black and Ethiopian-American and proud. I was called a Pick Me POC, I was sent pictures of starving Ethiopian children, I was sent Holocaust pictures, people flooded my comments on AO3 - this was before it had a block feature - and even after I deleted my tumblr the hate bled over onto my other social media accounts. I was called slurs, I was told I should've starved to death, people told me my "Jew money" wouldn't buy off people this time, and I got hit by enough people calling me a monster, a bad person, etc. that I took the story down just to escape them.

Stitch only mentioned me once. Just once.

I think the real issue they have with AO3 is that at any point you can be blocked, comments can be turned off, people can find themselves unable to keep clawing at you again and again. You can make it so they have to be logged in to send their threats and then you can report them. They can dogpile "bad" fans all they want, but there are consequences for their actions. I was 14 then and easily intimidated. Many people on AO3 are not either of those things. You can't harass them off their own platform. And when you try, you end up being booted off of it instead.

The real reason Stitch doesn't like AO3 is that it's designed to protect authors, including "Pick Me POC" and "POC TOO" (get it, it's funny because it's like #MeToo, Stitch is oh so hilarious). It protects those of us who are neither white nor onboard with all of Stitch's opinions and, more broadly, not onboard with purity culture, respectability politics and people's demands that you change your content to match their idea of what a respectable fictional story looks like.

This is not about racism. It's about kicking people who are "wrong" aka write anything they don't like off of AO3 for pure, morally good, self-righteous reasons that they tell themselves make them not the bullies here. It's about control. They want you to do what they want or leave.

I've been rewriting my old fic and I'm planning on putting it back up sometime this year.

No, antis, you don't get to bully black people off of AO3 and call yourselves anti-racist and act like you're moral guardians. To be a moral guardian, you'd need some morals. If you don't like the site's policies, get off of it. I am entitled to my space on AO3 just as much as anyone else. I am not Less Than, and the fact that my own people were the ones telling me I was has permanently made me suspicious of alleged anti-racism campaigns in fandom. I know who these people are when they know there won't be consequences for their actions and they're not people I'd trust to run a bake sale, let alone a fandom archive.

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Yikes! That's quite an experience for a 14-year-old!

[adalwolfgang]

I'm a very new anon here ^^

But could you if you're up for it please write some yandere chop top hcs? Im surprised there's not more for him

-📻

A/N: This is my first time writing for chop-top so this was fun. But that also means he might be a little ooc for some.

'Chop-Top' Sawyer

(Credit to @mo0nlyte for some ideas)

Possessive

Possessive

Possessive

Literally acts like a dog with a bone when it comes to you.

You got family? Friends? Anyone else? Not anymore you don't. Just him and his family are the only people you need. Even then he try's to keep you away from his own family while also showing you off in the process. He just can't help but flaunt you around. I mean look at you! You're adorable!

We've all seen him stutter when he get's nervous or excited, oh but with you? Gibberish. Dude has to repeat one word five times just for you to understand him.

But now if he is mad? Yikes.

If he even notices you thinking of escaping the property, you're better off dead. He'll talk the most fluent speech in his life. Hell it practically gives both a Drayton and Bubba a heart attack hearing him talk so 'normally'. If this man isn't stuttering, that's when you know he's anything but happy.

I feel like at the start of this whole ordeal, he would semi-respect your boundaries. I can't stress the semi enough.

He would test the water early in small portions like for example, when he first had you tied up in his room in the corner, he would bring you food and feed you himself. He would also on occasion pat your head if you were good and say words of affirmation. Again, semi.

If you show any sort of fighting back towards his actions or words, 100% delusional. Believes that you'll come around sooner than never no matter your protest.

He'll start getting more bolder, like cuddling you, forcing you to walk around the property with him, sleep in his bed instead of the floor, hell sometimes help him with chores around the house to give you something to do. But he'll never leave your presence. So escaping is practically impossible.

If he does for some reason need to part from you temporarily, don't expect him to be gone long. Even then, as much as he hates it, he'll get one of his brothers to watch you while also threatening them to not lay a single finger on you unless you try to escape. Again, hella possessive.

As much as it may shock others, his brothers start to grow worried and confused as hell. Like Drayton was well aware his brothers, hell his whole family, was crazy. But one of his brothers being crazy for a person? Let alone being all lovey dovey? Might as well tell him the sky is falling!

Overall, there is no escape. You wouldn't make it past their property line let alone the nearest town without getting caught. So you'd best get used to your new life quick before you go insane, or worse, dead.

Or is it the other way around?

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x reader Touch Chapter I

Okay, so just a Bakugou x reader I came up with on the fly, I’ll be posting updates as often as I can, but also no promises on how soon they’ll come out!

Apologies in advance for any spelling or grammer issues, I’m not that great with words.

Aizawa sighed in extreme tiredness, it was already late enough as it was (for him) and he didn’t want to be dealing with this more than he wanted to be.

Bakugou was sitting on the couch quivering in fuming anger.

Aizawa looked to the boy, and the other students who happened to be around him, Kirishima, Sero, and the rest of the ‘Bakusquad.’

Seeing all this commotion, he couldn’t help but sigh once again.

This was exhausting just standing in the same room.

Aizawa rubbed his head, “We’ve been told to keep you away from all contact with people. The minute you come into contact with bare skin, the quirk will activate.” He sighed. “So, no physical contact with anyone for the next 24 hours.”

Kirishima smiled down at Bakugou as he leaned against the couch, “Damn, sorry man, but I’m sure it’ll end up fine in the end.” He tried to reassure the angry blonde.

Kaminari smiled, “Right! You hate direct contact with anyone anyways!” he pointed out.

Sero pointed, “Not unless he’s fighting or threatening people, so I guess that’s gonna have to put on hold for a while.” He grinned.

Kaminari’s eyes sparkled, “That’s right!” he said with mischief in his voice.

Kirishima shook his head, “Don’t get any ideas, dude.” He said rubbing his head.

Bakugou growled and glared at Kaminari, “I can still blow you to hell without touching your pathetic ass!!” Bakugou screamed.

Aizawa rubbed his head, “Quiet down, all of you.” He said.

Bakugou stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets, “This is ridiculous, I’m going to bed.” He said stomping away.

Kirishima walked after Bakugou, “Hold up, Bakugou, we still gotta talk about how to handle this whole thing!” He called.

Bakugou turned his head to look over his shoulder, “I can figure this out on my own, just keep yourselves away from me!” he called.

You jumped down the stairs with a smile, “Mina! Wanna talk about what we’ve got planned tomorrow?” you called as you turned the corner the same time as Bakugou, Bakugou’s eyes widened in surprise.

Shit.

You, on impulse, accidently activated your quirk, setting up a wall to stop the two of you from colliding, but pushing the wall a little more forward, so that Bakugou bashed into it a lot more than if he had bumped into you.

You blinked in surprise, “Yikes, that was close.” You looked Bakugou up and down.

Bakugou’s glare intensified, “Look where you’re going, Bubble Brat.” He spat.

You glared at him through the transparent purple dusted and slightly sparkly wall.

You huffed, “It was one time! I put you in a stupid bubble one time! You have got to get over it!” you groaned and took the wall down, avoiding his touch. “I ought to be calling you ‘Bubble Boy Bakugou’, now that has a ring to it.” You said walking away.

Bakugou growled and stormed after you, “Like hell you will be!” he said.

You turned back around, “I’m sorry, you don’t control the way I talk, so, try the intimidation on someone else, Mister Bubbles.” You smirked.

Bakugou growled, “You looking for a fight? Huh?” he said in anger.

You stood there as Bakugou got close, trying to be intimidating, but you just stood there, “What if I am?” you said with a smile.

Bakugou growled down at you, but turned and walked away, “Whatever.” He said.

But as he turned, you rolled your eyes and managed to get in front of him, “Hey, chill out, I’m not going to actually call you that, Bubbles isn’t something I’d associate with you anyways, doesn’t really fit.” You said.

Bakugou just looked down at you then looked off to the side, “Whatever.” He said.

You smiled, “Such a grump as always, but somethings up.” You leaned to the side to glance past him at your other classmates.

You smiled at them, “Anyone want to tell me who pissed him off this time?” you asked.

Kirishima laughed, “Well, the thing is-”

Bakugou turned abruptly, “Nothing! No one!” he growled and pushed past you, oddly taking a moment to glance at your sleeved arms. “It’s none of your business.”

But as he was pushing past you, he accidentally caught your shoulder a little too roughly and pushed you off your feet.

Trying to steady yourself you went to fall forward, Bakugou reaching out to catch you.

You were caught mid-air, Bakugou had caught your hand, that you reached out to gasp on to anything that would obviously not be there.

Bakugou seemed to freeze in his hold of your hand, eyes wide as he stared at your bare hands that clutched each other.

You pulled yourself up, “Yikes, kinda your fault, but thanks for the good catch at least.” You said.

Bakugou was still frozen, his eyes not leaving your conjoined hands.

You lifted an eyebrow at the boy, turning to maybe gauge a reaction from the others.

Some of the boys had gotten out of there resting spots, thanks to the falling situation, in a panic, but they all too seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

You blinked, shaking your head. “I’m officially confused.”

You looked to the tired teacher who was also looking at your interlocked hands, the poor man seemingly more tired than ever before.

You tried to get your hand out of Bakugou’s, “You’re freaking me out, normally a girl would be happy about this, or a little terrified since it’s you, but you’re just freaking me out.” You said.

Bakugou’s eyes moved away from your hands to your eyes, still shocked and frozen in a near emotionless stare.

You glared, “Do I have to punch you with my free hand before you give me an answer?”

Bakugou’s face finally defrosted, melting into one of embarrassment and anger, so extremely red.

You froze now, almost terrified, “Something tells me…I’m in trouble.” You mumbled.

Bakugou blew up, “You idiot!!!” he screamed, holding up your clutched hands in front of you both. “Look what you’ve done!!”

You blanked, “…What?” you said with a confused very Kaminari-like smile.

Aizawa sighed, “Guess it’s too late. Now let’s discuss the problem that will unfortunately unravel from all of this.”

You looked at him, “What problem? What is with all this?” You shook your hand trying to get a clutching Bakugou off you, to no avail. “What the hell is happening!?”

 After sitting down in the living room, Bakugou next to you on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest in a huff, hand finally leaving yours.

You had frozen while listening to the explanation from your teacher.

Aizawa was too tired for this.

You cleared your throat and shook your hands in front of yourself, “Let me get this straight, this whole situation is because, this big dumb blonde knocked into some poor girl with a quirk that, and correct me if I’m wrong, ‘gives you attachment issues’?” you said. At the nod from your teacher you continued, “And the first person whose skin he touches within 24 hours, he becomes attached to and must be in their presence as well as share skin contact with them for a limited time a day? Or he becomes…” you shrugged your arms, “panicky?”

Aizawa nodded, “That sounds about right.” He said.

You blinked and smiled, “Well, isn’t that just something.” You turned to the boy next to you. “You are the most idiotic Bubble Bitch Bastard I’ve ever laid eyes on!” you yelled.

Bakugou glared at you, “What’d you say!? This is your fault!” he yelled.

You stood up, “You are delusional if you think you can blame this on me! You’re the one who smashed your unnecessarily big shoulders into some poor girl!”

Bakugou also stood, “You’re the one who fell and grabbed onto me!”

You got into his face, “After you, once again, used your big ass shoulders to push into me! And you’re the one who grabbed my hand!!”

Aizawa sighed, “Enough, it’s way too late for this. We’ll sort all of this out, but for now, you two are going to have to just learn to get along with each other.” He said. “Thanks to the situation, some things will be changed around to prevent unnecessary further problems.”

You swallowed your anger and looked to your teacher, “Things? Such as?” you asked.

Aizawa rubbed his head, “Bakugou won’t be able to go for long without being your presence and skinship, so to avoid Bakugou from freaking out, so to start, your desks will be put together, and during the day I expect you two to be civil with each other and suck it up for as long as needed.”

You cleared your throat, “How long are we talking here?” you asked.

Aizawa gave you a sour look, “It is undetermined of how long the quirk will last, but all we know is that it is temporary, we’ve been given a heads up that it should last up to a couple of weeks at least.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, “At least? You’ve got to be kidding me!” he yelled.

You sat back down on the couch, rubbing at your face, “I guess there’s no point in getting too upset over this, whether we like it or not, this is happening.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself.

Bakugou grumbled and sat back on the couch next to you.

You glanced at the boy who seemed to be constantly glaring down at his feet, but you also noticed that he was sitting closer to you than he normally sat next to anyone.

You sighed, “Do we know how bad Bakugou’s…’panics’ would be?” you asked.

Bakugou huffed, “I’m sure that it wouldn’t be anything I couldn’t handle.” He grumbled.

Aizawa sighed, “It’s not fully set in stone, apparently some people react worse than others.” The teacher looked to Bakugou. “I don’t have time for you to be putting on a brave face, you need to suck it up and accept help with this. I’m serious.” He said.

Bakugou huffed but didn’t respond.

You sighed, “So I’m supposed to be his personal….comfort…person?” you asked, struggling with words.

Aizawa looked at you, looked at the ground and back at you, “Okay, look, I know that this is a difficult situation. And I need to know, considering the circumstances of this quirk accident, that you, (Y/n), are okay with this situation.”

You blinked, “What?”

Aizawa sighed, “This is a quirk accident that has now involved you, and considering the affects, being in a physically involved situation, I’d like to hear from you that you would be okay with all this. And if you aren’t, you wont be forced into this situation.” He explained.

Looking down you licked your lips, and looked back up, “What happens to Bakugou if I say I’m not?” you asked.

Bakugou huffs yet again, “You don’t need to worry about me, I can handle myself.” He says.

You nudge him, “Common, this isn’t the time to be high and mighty. Please don’t right now.” You said.

Bakugou spares you a quick glance, but he just looks away again.

Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck, “If you are uncomfortable with this, you will not be forced into it. We will figure out ways to keep Bakugo calm through his situation. Such as medications and such.”

You looked off to the side, picturing so many possibilities in your head about the situations Bakugou would be put into. And having medication shoved down your throat only to have it not always work was not something to constantly rely on.

You looked at Bakugou, sulking against the couch beside you. It didn’t make you uncomfortable to be so close to Bakugou, heck you guys fight a lot, but to you it’s all fun and games, most of the time anyways. You always felt that Bakugou felt the same, he was rough with you, but you didn’t necessarily see that as a bad thing.

Being close, as in skin to skin and physically dependant, it did seem a little freaky.

But you didn’t feel like it was overly bad or anything.

You took a steadying breath and looked to your teacher, “I’ll do it, it’s fine with me.” You said.

You felt Bakugou’s eyes on you, and just smiled.

Aizawa nodded, “You sure? You don’t have to do this.” He said.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m really okay with it.” You grinned at the boy. “When it’s all over he’ll have to owe me big time, haha!” you laughed.

Bakugou glared, “As if.” He said.

“This is going to be so weird.”

You looked over the back of the couch at some of your classmates and friends who stayed around for the whole thing.

You laughed some more, “How do you think I feel?”

Bakugou glared, “Laugh is up.” Bakugou stood, “I’m going to bed. Its too late for this crap.” He said.

As he went to walk away, he froze after a few steps.

You blinked at him, watching him as he tried to force himself to move forward, but he couldn’t seem to.

Opening your mouth in realization, you pointed at the frozen boy, “Don’t tell me that’s as far as you can get without-”

Bakugou swung around, red in the face with embarrassment, “Don’t say it!” he yelled.

You giggled a little, which seemed to only piss off the struggling boy.

He swung on his heals, and speed walked over to you, grabbing you by the  arm, and pulling you off the couch.

Your eyes widened, “Violence isn’t the answer!” you cried.

Bakugou glared, “First of all, yes, it is, second, I’m too tired for this, so let’s go already.”

You blinked, “What?”

 -chapter I finished-

Chapter II Link Here: https://at.tumblr.com/lilspidermonkey/bakugou-x-reader-touch-chapter-ii/28j0ojodj3dd

[itsblasttothepast]

I love the rumours mill, it can be annoying but look at how funny it is from a perspective of someone who isn't emotionally invested in this:

Checo saying over and over again that he is staying and that he knows his contract BUT everyone (media, mainly British media) are sure he is out - I guess more fans listen to the journalists (who do not at all have a history of fueling fire just for clicks) more and apparently everyone knows better than Sergio what he talked about with the team;

Horner is saying that they are the ones making decisions (changing his mind every week isn't a good management strategy but oh well) and they know what to do which I would say is a lie since he is still drooling over the idea of bringing Daniel back and he is constantly switching front going from saying Sergio is their best option to saying he will be the downfall of the team (I'm still bitter about "we helped him as much as we can");

Helmut is in higher state of delusion and thinks everyone wants to be in his team, he probably named all the drivers on the grid, now he is chasing after Oscar (or well in his imagination Mark, who knows how the team works and was burned by it, is the one wanting the seat for his driver), he said something about Fernando, Franco, Liam, Lando at one point even Charles I think and this is just getting crazier with every week;

The way they all overlook Yuki is borderline tragicomic because I have no idea what he would have to do to be noticed and considered as a candidate (I know he has the RBR test at the end of the year but we all know it means nothing);

It's all talks and gossip and no facts, even if RBR contacted Franco I doubt Williams (who is connected to Merc) would want to give him away this easily, not when he is performing so well and managed to make fans fall in love with him after only a few races, the kid is a goldmine that needs to stay in F1;

I decided not to believe anything until we have some real answers because this is a soap opera happening in real life and well, at least this season no one can say they aren't entertained because somehow Checo managed to make a lot of people angry by doing his job and somehow his seat IS the main event of the season (by the way, isn't it funny how it takes the attention away from the WDC fight?).

All right, we shall declare this silly season officially in business, right?

Exactly, all the rumors are so wild, that it looks like Jumanji. You never know when a Rhino will come and trample you.

However, there's something weird going on that we can't factor in our game: Horner and Marko are INSANE! Checo says he knows his contract, and unfortunately many claim that he had also an ironclad contract in Racing Point and he was still booted from there.

But that's not true. Yeah, he had a contract for two years, but it wasn't exactly ironclad, I imagine he learned from his mistakes and made sure that if he was going to be fired, at least he was going to be protected, so in this round of the game, I have these two theories:

Checo has a clause in his contract where he stipulates that if he's fired, they have to find him another team (and not the junior one) to race.

Checo has a clause that if he's booted, they have to pay him enough money to actually fund his own team and do whatever he wants.

Helmut woke up today being all hateful again, so not surprise there. It's surprising when he's supportive with Checo, now is like our normal schedule. My guess for who will be the next pilot who, according to him, came to talk to him to accept him in RBR will be... LANCE STROLL!

Yuki being overlooked is the joke of the season, honestly, it feels like a Mike Wazowski thing, he's in the cover, but not really, Liam, Franco, Oscar, Charles, Fernando... they all sounds like options for RBR louder than poor Yuki (also if he's having the RBR test in the RB20... yikes).

Nothing is official, and until it is, people can bark all they want. Today Checo seemed pretty annoyed with the fact that everyone was asking him about Brazil being his last race, but what I loved the most was one reporter who kept asking this and Checo said:

Checo: I'm certain I'll be here. Reporter: Marko said that nobody is assured and they will see. Checo: Well, I can tell you I'm sure, that's all.

Or something like that, it was in spanish, but the point is he even implied that Marko was wrong. I love that Sergio is now telling things as they are and not being coy and play nice.

Checo should get an award just for being in the mouths of everyone this year.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I am LIVING for the Chris reblogs. He truly is one of my favorite whumpees of all time. You have mastered the art of a subtle “perfect victim” with him. I may be dead wrong but realistically, what has he done that was even controversial through his whole storyline, you know what I mean? Like just as a few examples of your wonderfully written Not Perfect victims and (this isn’t to victim blame or shame at all,) Jameson did sign up for WRU, his and Kauri’s recoveries were FAR from smooth or perfect, and don’t even get me started on Antoni, yikes! Even Nat, who is doing the lords work now, has a shady past! But Chris genuinely perfect. Even the things he thought were his fault weren’t. And like I said it’s not his main character trait is being THE perfect victim, it’s one of those things that was nicely left not outright said, and for the readers to use critically thinking and I LOVE IT. I think that’s a really difficult feat to pull off and you did a fantastic job.

Also like I said I may be dead wrong but I genuinely can’t think of one true misdemeanor committed by Chris.

Having said all of that I also love all of the character flaws you bestow upon the rest of the gang! Either them being fucked up before, or the aftermath of all of the traumatic experiences leaving them fucked up and with significantly poorer judgements that lead to them getting in situations they maybe would not have if it wasn’t for having a new and definitely not improved way of thinking! Okay, yap over. Keep up the great work!!

So this is kind of an interesting thing for me, because I really do try as much as I can to steer away from that "perfect victim" archetype, but Chris kind of fell into it despite how hard I tried not to have him do that.

His basic disposition was always going to be a sweet kid who had been absolutely tortured and who had nonetheless come out of it with a resilience that would allow him to start rebuilding from that shattered foundation.

Unfortunately, it does mean that he didn't end up with a lot of the more kind of exciting to write and interesting faults and imperfections and occasionally outright malevolence that I have in other characters who are not bad guys, they're just people who had to do bad things to survive horrifying situations.

But of course, the biggest impact there as far as Chris's story is that he never saved himself. He didn't do anything against his own moral code to escape. He was saved by a woman who realized what she was looking at, driven several hours in the middle of the night by a man he'd never met before, and dropped on the doorstep of a whole new group of strangers he had no idea whether or not he could trust.

So Chris does hit that damsel in distress archetype in a way that I don't normally like to go for in main characters. But he really insisted on it, and I think there's this thing about archetypes where we see them so often that we get kind of tired of them, but one of the reasons we do see them so often is because they resonate. And there really are people like that in the world, not everybody of course.. probably not even most people put in the same situation would react the way that he reacted to things. But people do.

And what Chris did to survive was pull back inside of himself so thoroughly that when he started to come out of his shell, all the basic goodness in him was more or less intact and untouched. They could destroy so much of him, but they could never make him anything less than inherently a good kid in a bad situation.

If you were to ask chris, he would probably tell you that the biggest character flaw in him is cowardice, because even as an adult he doesn't really fully understand why he has the freeze and fawn, and hates himself a little for never having been able to fight in any real way. He would call himself a coward, not just for not fighting back but also for the times he's been too afraid, like when he walked away from Rafael the first time they met. That he was able to screw up the courage in the museum to talk to him then was an enormous feat of bravery for Chris. He was absolutely wrecked for days afterward. It took everything he had in him to do it.

[banana-pancake5]

OKAY RAMBLE TIME!! APOCALYPSE SISTERS THEMED RAMBLE TO BE CLEAR

@jadetheblueartist JADE LOOK APOCALYPSE SISTERS.

I invite and encourage y’all to bounce your own ideas off of mine because currently nothing is concrete and I’d love more ideas for the story! Or about y’all’s Aus I just wanna hear ideas in general and my brain is spinning rn

Anyway ON WITH THE RAMBLE!! (I warn you it’s is quite long)

Okay so y’know good ol Frida Hamato— wait y’all don’t know… yikes I don’t have an info dump on her yet. Okay during the post movie timeline (the one the story takes place in) she is quite cold to her brothers for a while. She had known of their existence her whole life but never made a move to connect to them for two reasons, 1, she wouldn’t waste her time with these brothers that she’d never met. All she knows about them is that they are enemies of Big Mama and a hindrance in her work. She is unknown to them and she’d rather keep it that way. 2, after Vita’s disappearance she doesn’t want another close relationship. Her sister, he only family she had known, was gone. She wasn’t going to replace her sister and she wasn’t ready for more siblings when she couldn’t protect her first one. Her family is Big Mama and she wants to focus on that. She wants to protect her mother without distractions.

BUT! When she sees Vita and realizes she is alive everything changes. She wants to be with Vita, she wants to be have her sister back. And by that point vita has already formed a bond with the others, so being close with Vita means being close with her brothers. Through Vita she becomes close with the others and, after a long time with many struggles, she joins the Hamato Clan and leaves Big Mama to be with her family. She still loves Big Mama and will not take and back talk of her mother but she grows extremely close with her brothers and finally feels loved.

Now the rest of her story joining the Hamato clan is a different ramble that’s just the necessary info. And in case that makes absolutely no since here’s a bullet point

Frida became close with her Brothers through Vita.

But in the apocalyptic timeline (where Casey is from) she doesn’t have Vita. (Going to refer to Bad future timeline as FT and the present timeline as PT)

Yep. She never reunites with Vita in the FT. Now let me explain why.

Vita was in the prison dimension until Mikey (PT) opened a portal to save Leo. In the FT Leo never sacrificed himself and the Krang were never locked away. (FT) Vita escaped the prison dimension during the early apocalypse. She wandered with the only goal being to murder the Krang. After years more of no interaction she went completely mad. The only thing she knew was she hated the Krang with all her being. She never joined the resistance, she never reunited with her sister, she never met her brothers, she never truly became a Hamato.

In the resistance there was a myth, a rumor, that there was someone, or something, out there fighting off the Krang. They called her Yūrei, the Japanese word for Ghost, or Specter. Yūrei was someone even the Krang supposedly feared. It was rumored her eyes were those of Krang, some even believed Yūrei was a beast sent by the Krang, but according to many stories it seemed her wrath was directed to the Krang alone. No one had heard her voice but her broken, manic, howling laughter haunted anyone who heard.

Yūrei is Vita. She would rarely stumble upon members of the resistance in her hunt for the Krang, and she saved them from the Krang’s attacks. Vita’s mind was too broken to realize she was helping someone she simply hunted anything of Krang kind. She acted almost beast like in the way she hunted, focused and intent on ending her prey. She dressed in the attire similar to 12!Mikey’s dimension X outfit. She also wore bits and pieces of Krang mechs, sometimes using the head of one as a mask.

Casey never grew up with an aunt Vee, but he grew up hearing the horrifying tales of Yūrei.

Oh and perhaps Leo had a moment where he met Yūrei on a mission. I’m unaware of the details but it’s an idea I’d like to develop further!

So! Bullet point for Vita!

Vita’s mind shattered in the FT, she became almost animal like, she lived to hunt the Krang. She became known as Yūrei, meaning Ghost or Specter by the resistance.

Now, back to Frida. Because she never had Vita to connect her with the brothers she stayed glued to her Mother’s side. She became much more serious throughout the apocalypse as well. Big Mama, even in the middle of a war, kept her business booming. Her Nexus Hotel stayed in business under a cloaking spell during the early years of the FT. Eventually, the Krang found it and destroyed it. Big Mama was left wounded and under the care of Frida. Frida sought out a shelter for her and her injured Mother and eventually stumbled upon the resistance. She pleaded with the head of the resistance, which at the time was Hamato Yoshi and the EPF. They accepted after some time, but splinter was not expecting to see Big Mama when Frida came back. Big Mama and Splinter became close again and Frida felt like she was being left behind. But through joining the resistance she met her brothers. Draxum explained that she was their sister and they were (mostly) ecstatic, although suspicious that she was raised by Big Mama. Frida stayed glued to her mother’s side and never truly became close to her brothers. She acknowledged them as siblings and would participate in conversation with them. Mikey tried really really hard to get her to open up but she never warmed up to them to the point of PT Frida. But they were all family and it was good. She was distant but did like her new brothers. She grew closest to Raph, and Mikey, who made the most effort to welcome her and also grew to be close friends with Cassandra.

The first to die was splinter. It grieved Big Mama immensely and she, only a few years later, died in battle to serve the Hamato Clan. Frida was a wreck for a long time after her mother’s death, but with her mother dying for the clan Frida felt more of a familial connection with the Hamatos.

And, with her mother gone, the Nexus Employees looked for guidance. They looked to Frida for guidance. They didn’t know what to do without Big Mama’s orders and Frida was next in line. she felt like it was her duty to follow in her mother’s footsteps. She left the Resistance with the remainder of the original hotel staff, and any others who tagged along, and went back to the nexus hotel. She rebuilt it from its ruins and created a haven for any wanderers stranded in New York. They used cloaking spells to hide the sound and lights inside.

To any passersby it just looked like a crumpled ruined building, but once they step in it revealed itself as warm and welcoming haven for the weary and tired. To anyone who had known of the Grand Nexus Hotel before its destruction it would look like a pathetic mockery of its previous elegance, but it was a remarkable transformation from its ruined state. And the head of it all was none other than Frida. Frida managed everything, from security and comfort to food regulation. Her employees served her loyally every step of the way. The Battle Nexus arena was used as a storage wing and barracks when the hotel was full.

Y’all it’s your favorite time, Bullet Points!

Frida never became very close with her Brothers, more like they were just good friends. She became closest with Mikey, Raph, and Cassandra.

After Big Mama’s death Frida rebuilt the Nexus Hotel and it became known as a sort of dystopian rest stop for survivors of the apocalypse.

Also the song that inspired most of these thoughts was the first 45 seconds of “come let us adore you” (from Steven universe) in the perspective of the hotel staff singing it to Frida.

Casey never became close with Frida but knew that she was his aunt. She is the only person he has ever known as the owner of the Nexus Hotel. Frida never tried to connect with Casey; she is not a fan of kids.

Frida dresses in a dystopian/apocalyptic business style outfit.

There’s 2 main options on how she reunites with them:

1. At one point either Mikey or Leo accidentally enter the Hotel to hide from the Krang and are shocked at what they see. Then they see Frida, giving orders left and right with a cold expression across her face. She doesn’t notice him until he runs up to her to greet her after not seeing each other for years. Her expression warms when she sees him but she stays formal, like addressing a coworker. She missed the Hamatos while she was away but got along fine without them.

2. Disaster strikes at the Hotel when the Krang discover the cloaking spell and Frida seeks out refuge with the resistance. She then learns of the passing of Raph and Cassandra and meets Casey for the first time. After that she stays with them the rest of her days, helping as commander.

Or 3… she doesn’t reunite and dies before she sees them again.

There are many more options I’m considering but those are the main ones!

And now, How this affects the PT!!!

After the events of chapter 1, Casey is so confused. He has no clue who Vita is and it seriously itches his brain because he’s from the future and has never seen this mutant turtle. Then.. he hears her laugh. And he’s horrified. He is genuinely scared of Vita and avoids her at all costs because he knows her a Yūrei. The vicious beast that he thought was just a myth.

And when he meets Frida it’s like whiplash. His aunt Frida, the distant, serious, stone faced commander, was so different. After only week of being with the hamatos she was acting competitive and overconfident. It’s a side he never saw of his aunt. (Also it was a facade but that’s for the Frida ramble)

With everything that happened in the PT vita and Frida are DRASTICALLY different people. Vita’s mind stayed as intact as it could get, and Frida finally found people that really love her, with time, discovering her real personality and showing her real smile instead of the one plastered to her face for the cameras.

SOOOOOOOOO UHHHHHH YEAH. APOCALYPSE STUFF.

Any ideas? Thoughts? Scenarios you wanna see? Questions? Apocalyptic versions of your au you wanna share? Send me an ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[trillscienceofficer]

Imagine if Voyager truly cared about what B'Elanna and Seven wanted, like. once in seven years? For all the screentime Seven gets, it's never about what she wants, just what she has to do in order to fit in better, and B'Elanna... well. She truly gets shit from everyone for no reason whatsoever.

One of the main reasons why I would've love for them to interact more is that, for all their mutual annoyance, somehow they aren't as dismissive with each other as others are with them. Seven is a an arrogant little shit but she apologizes to B'Elanna very frequently when B'Elanna expresses her annoyance, more than most other characters generally do with B'Elanna honestly! And Seven seems to notice pretty quickly when B'Elanna is upset too, which always makes me raise my eyebrows because we're constantly told Seven is not very socially smart... she is though, once she starts learning. B'Elanna in turn only tells Seven to cut it out when she crosses a line and is not at all about giving her a lesson in 'humanity' or whatever.

@nebulouscoffee left some tags that made me think last night:

#on rewatch especially!! I noticed how much the script kept telling me these two hated each other #but they so rarely ever really came off that way? #and even when they did it always felt so... idk Scripted

And I totally agree with this. Voyager to me is a fundamentally unselfaware show, especially when it comes to B'Elanna: we're told things about her by other characters, but those never, ever gel very well with how she acts, how she expresses her feelings, how justified she she is in being irritated when others treat her like anything she says or does is unreasonable. On a lesser degree Seven is also treated that way; constantly, constantly told 'this is how you need to act', 'this is what you need to learn', 'this what it means to be human' and punished every time she's not good at it which is inevitable because literally no one else (except B'Elanna! or maybe Harry, although he is exempt from sexist tropes) is held to the same impossible standards. And Seven tries very hard every time! But of course the show is convinced that she needs to be taken down a peg in order to become 'a real woman' (yikes).

The way the show wants to present B'Elanna and Seven together is always 'look how catty they are with each other (wink wink)', and imho it isn't different from what's going on with them taken singularly. We're told they don't like each other, but what is shown to me is... way more nuanced, especially taking into consideration how they both fit (and not fit) within the ship. In a way, the way they relate to one another is the most honest rapport either of them have on Voyager. They don't really want anything from one another, they aren't thinking about fundamentally changing the other so their lives can be easier (again, when B'Elanna gets annoyed with Seven she only reiterates her own boundaries). Granted the show makes awful jokes at their expense sometimes (“Infinite Regress” and the cold open of “Someone to Watch Over Me” come to mind) but show me a character or a relationship on Voyager who is exempt from this kind of deeply uncomfortable and not actually very funny situation.

I truly believe that exploring this relationship more could have given them some much needed space. Space is a concept I always come back to when I think of B'Elanna and Seven, because I think both of them (especially B'Elanna) needed more of it to be themselves on their own terms for once. And I'm not talking necessarily about minutes of screentime—I'm talking about the writing being less sexist and racist, being less enamored with the idea of conformity, caring about them as characters and not as props in the absurd sexist, idiosyncratic fantasies of a 90s production: even beside Seven's horrible biosuit, B'Elanna is so often 'the girlfriend who doesn't understand what the protagonist is going through and will be insulted onscreen', it makes me genuinely mad!

Obviously I'm not exactly wishing Voyager had actually done it, because again, totally unselfaware writing all the time, but thinking about B'Elanna and Seven interacting always leads me to think about how they could both let each other simply be, even if they would still likely annoy the shit out of each other. And I wouldn't ever want to change that, honestly: willful women deserve to be themselves, that's all.

[yoinkschief]

You have no idea how long this has needed to be done, he's been brewing in my head with no ability to do anything about it

Anyway time to explain some shit

The boy on the left is regular Tom and the one on the right is him halfway transformed Teefers too big for him mouth and I'm just now realizing I forgot to draw Tom's snake bites and other earrings fuck me oml Oh and he gets fuzzier cause in order to transform to and fro his demon form his body speeds up the growth process to help with the pain (something that developed, it was not instantaneously there and it's not perfect, the process is still INCREDIBLY painful he does not enjoy it)

Anyway, I wanted to say that usually a demon's horns (in my headcanon anyway) usually represent age, but there are certain sins that don't follow this rule such as Wrath and Lust, instead their horns represent power and status more than anything (the larger the horns, the more powerful you're considered and better treated you are in society) but even then not every demon will have horns, like Envy or Sloth

To explain my demon hierarchy and world building would take several posts and multiple AO3 books for everyone to properly understand it the way I see it but just know that there are 7 sins, the seven deadly sins, that each demon falls under (more or less, anyway), there are the original sins, the children they created asexually like starfish do and then their children mingling together and creating different races of demons and complex hybrids,,, pretty much every demon you see will be a mutt save for very high class demons (such as the OG sins and the demons that have the most "pure" blood of their predecessors)

Tom's demon, is really fucking weird in that regard because yes, his Demon is a full Rage Demon or in other words, a perfect demon of Wrath but it's like... Artificially made. And no one knows how

wink

But yeah it's super freaky and he's like one of the few things that could give demons themselves the sense of uncanny valley

Very hard to close mouth You know how snakes can open their jaws super wide to eat prey?... Yeah

Tom is based off of two things, besides demons n dragons ofc: Snakes and Spiders. I fucking hate spiders you have no idea how much looking this shit up sucked

Anyway his venom is stored in his teeth like how spiders are, but he's got a very snake-ish mouth. And can open his jaw super fucking wide like a snake or certain species of spiders can. To the best is a very simplified side profile example of that,,,, maybe I should make some body horror art of him with his fully extended jaw like some freak ass spider. That'd give me nightmares. Which I guess is the point.

I put too much time and effort into that mouth, please appreciate it

Also yeah closing his jaw is super hard cause of his lil snake-ish spider-ish teeth that protrude out of his mouth

Demons of Wrath tend to have bigger builds

BIG BOYYYY I LOVE HIM

This mother fucker is genuinely the reason it took me so long to create this damn sheet,, I could never figure how I wanted him to look, but in the end I stuck to something close to canon with my own stylized shit. Like his horns and jutting out teeth

Diving a bit deeper into my demon world building lore that's been brewing in my head for nearly a decade now (yikes that hurts to think about) demons have different builds, Pride and Lust tend to be very similar to society's standards of beauty (ever changing as humans adapt, so do demons... hmmm) versus Gluttony and Wrath tending to be more nightmarish and your run of the mil cryptid you'd see in the woods when you were fucking around where you shouldn't be

Symbol of Wrath

Every House or Sin has their own symbol, usually reserved for the original sins, but Tom is a special case because,,, reasons I'm not disclosing at the moment cause I think it's silly and shit or whatever I dunno I guess I'm embarrassed to explain it? For some reason? Anyway back to this

Nothing more to explain about it really, just that Tom has this marking on his monster form's chest and that's the black mark on the previous picture,,, except it's not actually fully black like that, it was just too tiny to get the details right so I decided to do the next best thing lol

It's a lion with horns that can be interpreted as Scorpion Tails, because the sin of Wrath is usually associated with Lions, Bears, Dragons and I think Scorpions fit, too, makes me think of the scorpion and the frog

Anyway that's my rant about headcanons I put too much thought, time and effort into that three people will read lol

[magnoliabutters]

• I THINK WE’RE ALONE NOW •

pairing: eddie munson x (he/him) reader

summary: finally, you find yourself truly alone with munson…

warnings: 18+, mdni, adult language; novice reader, consent discussions, smut, pet names, references to previous parts, oral (reader receiving), semi-public, aftercare, internal dialogue, etc.

word count: ~4.3k

reblogs for daddy eddie 🥴

• the banished ones • part three •

note: this part is dedicated to my pride 2023 collection! and i’ll tell you rn, i thought i wanted to make this the series finale but i’m having way too much fun. there’s def gonna be one or two more parts to the banished ones series...

“Dude, there is no way Solo shot first, okay?” Gareth yells. The tone of his voice clearly shows his level of dedication to Han. “He would never do that.” You scoff, not being able to hold the laughter within. “What do you mean? That is totally like him!” you reply with a smile. You turn to Munson for encouragement. He was already staring at you behind his curly bangs, holding a deep, beaming grin.

Gareth stands up, ripping the book off the table. “You know what,” he says under his breath as he pushes the DnD: Basic Set into his backpack. “Aw common dude”, you and Ben overlap. “Nah, man, that’s a bit too much Han Solo hating for me,” he says, shaking his finger back and forth. “Gareth, common,” Ben pleads. “Who said I was hating?” you scoff. “I love Han and I love that he shot first.”

With a deep sigh, Gareth quickly says, “Goodbye.” He rushes down the stage’s stairs and out the door. You swear you could see steam coming from his ears. “Damn it,” Ben says as he places a worried hand to his forehead. “What’s wrong, Peterson?” Munson asks in an annoyed sing songy voice. “Gareth was my ride,” he mumbles. “My parents are gonna kill me.”

You turn towards Munson, mouthing “yikes,” but he was already lost in thought. His eyes perk as soon as he figures something out. “Y-you can take my van,” he suggests, grabbing the keys from his denim pant’s pocket. Ben slowly reaches for the keys as though they were gold. “You’re sure?” he asks. “Yeah, J will take me home,” Munson answers with a firm slap to your back.

As Ben’s fingers touch the key’s rings, Munson whispers in his ear, “If you fuck up my van, I fuck you up.” Ben stands straight as possible with blinking eyes as Munson returns to his cheery self. But you aren’t even able to enjoy it. Your mind struggles to accept the fact that you’ll be spending even more time with him, alone. And you know what happens when you two are alone.

“O-okay,” Ben says with a shudder as he hooks his backpack over his shoulder. He walks out hastily, with an occasional look back towards Munson. “I’m sorry, I just assumed,” he laughs charismatically. “Is it alright if you take me home?” You stumble with your words, still trying to process the idea. “Y-yeah, um, that’s fine,” you stutter.

Munson’s smile grows twice in size. His eyes twinkling in a way that makes your heart flutter. “Lead the way,” he says as he gestures towards the auditorium’s entrance. You walk forward with hesitance, a deep swallow to your throat. Your hand shakes as it reaches the keys in your pocket.

He follows behind you. The distance being an odd mixture between nervously close and a good length away. He seems to be a master in the craft, effortlessly moving between touch and distance. But you cannot deny how his touch makes you feel. It transports you somewhere, a place filled with happiness and rocked with your wildest dreams of peace.

Silence fills the remainder of your walks through the halls and into the parking lot. It feels like a wasted opportunity, but no words pop into your head. All you can think about is his hand on your thigh. His fingers tangling with your button and pants. The way your heart pops out of your chest like and old-timey cartoon any time his eyes fall upon your own.

“A Volvo, huh?” Munson asks with a smile as he trails a finger against your hood. You look around the parking lot and realize yours is the last car. No one else is here. “J?” he asks again with a chuckle. One brow raises suspiciously. You quickly turn to him with wide eyes and a self-conscious laugh. You push a hand through your hair sheepishly.

“What were you thinking about?” He asks with a sweet smile that makes your stomach flip somersaults. With a quick inhale, you walk towards him with a smirk. An oh-so-confident smirk that he found curious. “Oh, I was just thinking how you’re going to be my passenger princess,” you say with a sigh. A beaming smile ending your words.

Munson lets out a sharp breath through his nostrils as he shakes his head. A smile forms on his lips as his tongue presses against the roof of his mouth. "Usually, I'm the driver," he says softly with brows raised. You walk closer to him, sliding your hand into the door's handle. You open it and gesture for him to sit down. He takes a second, inhales, and sits down. "You're my princess now," you mutter before closing the door. His wide eyes stare back at you with a gaping, yet amused mouth as you walk to the driver's side.

You take one last look at the parking lot. A second confirmation that the two of you are, in fact, alone. It's not that you need to be alone to with him, or that you want to hide him from others. You find safety and solidarity in the absence of people. The fear of being who you truly are dissipates as they do. This part of you that has been burrowing so deep within finally has the opportunity to come out. Finally, you can get to experience that part of you in your new found reality.

As your hand rests against the handle, tightness pangs against your chest. You have never done this before. You think you know what you want, what you should do, but you have never once done this. You haven't done any of this with anyone, excluding that one horrid birthday party where you played 7-minutes in heaven with Judy Thompson in 8th grade. That kiss is when you knew, without a doubt, that something was off. That girls don't bring the same floating, exciting feelings to your chest. No, no - that feeling was saved for boys, for men. Men like Munson.

You sit down with your hands tight against the steering wheel. You can feel Munson's gaze on you. There is an uneven tension within the air. You've never done this ... but should that stop you? You take in a quivering breath with eyes closed. Your shoulders practically at your ears with the inhale. You turn to him, opening your eyes to those chestnut irises. You instantly feel that warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. Your hands slowly reach to his cheeks. You watch as his eyes widen just before yours close and your lips touch.

His lips, pink and supple, feel like clouds against your own. You can feel the soft curls of his hair against your fingertips. With another peck, you feel his hands against your biceps. They support you in your gentle hold against his cheeks. His kisses are sweet, gentle, and loving. You feel as though you had died and gone to heaven. Your Volvo, Munson, and you would be the beautifulest slice of heaven.

Your hands gradually travel further into his hair. Fingers now entangled in those brunette locks. His palms now cup your cheeks. You know he can feel your smile within his hands. With each graze of his lips, you find yourself craving more. Your grip onto his hair becomes tighter. You readjust yourself in your seat as you lean closer to him. He is intoxicating. His smell. His touch. His taste.

Without further delay, you lightly brush your tongue against his lips. You are met with the strength of his own as your mouths widen. The blood drains from your face as you feel pressure in your stomach. He now pushes against you, coming closer and closer to you. Somehow you disconnect from your body and your subconscious reaches for the handle to push your seat back.

Munson takes the cue and gracefully lands his knee beside your outer thigh. He straddles your legs. His curls now brushing against your face as he peers down to kiss you. You struggle to catch a breath, only because you would rather kiss him forever than to take a second to stop. Your hands nervously raise to his hips as his remain on your cheeks. His nails dig into your skin, an exciting sensation.

As his tongue now resides in your mouth and his breath is hot upon your lips, your hands travel up his back. Your grip tightening with each second that passes. Slowly, you feel his hips begin to move. Panic strikes you as you feel all the blood reach your lower extremities. Your kisses are more rushed. Your hands more careful. It's almost as though your mind and its bundle of overwhelming thoughts has returned.

With each rut of his hips, Munson's friction against your jeans becomes harder and harder. You open your eyes, staring at your car's beige clothed roof - still kissing him, but praying to the fucking gods that you don't bust right here. You have never felt so good. Never felt so alive.

You can feel your body tensing up. You can feel that familiar hot and firm sensation in your pants. His thrusts against your lap never stopped. Not that you would ever want them to stop. You don't want to get a boner too early. Is there such a thing as too early? Fuck, man. Maybe think of feet, or salamanders, or-or volcanos - wait, no, not volcanos.

As he leans over you, your hands find a sweet, bare spot at the base of his spine. Your fingertips explore digging under his shirt. His skin is soft and warm. Fuck, this isn't helping. You start to pull away for some breaths, but he doesn't stop. His sweet lips now find a place against the nape of your neck. His cool breath sending shiver downs your spine. Fuck, that doesn't help either!

Gradually, Munson's movements slow down. He pulls his lips away from your neck, which almost makes you whimper. His eyes fall upon you with a straight face. Yours undeniably expresses worry as you look his way. "Lean the chair back and scoot up," he says calmly as his hips maintain an easy grind against your lap.

While still presenting those worried lines on your face, you reach down to pull up the seat's handle. It reclines until it hits the back seat. You sit frozen. "Now, scoot up," he coos. You catch a hint of a smile in reaction to your innocence. You reluctantly pull your hands from his hips as you scoot back to the headrest of the chair. Your torso leans against the backseat.

As you move, Munson adjusts himself where he kneels on the car floor and rests between your legs. Your eyes widen at the sight. Your mouth practically watering. The tent in your pants becoming more and more unavoidable. His hands press firmly into your thighs. A sensation you would imagine would be comparable to a massage. "May I?" he asks softly. His hands now resting in the spot where your thighs and hips meet. "I felt you," he murmurs. "It felt good."

Your entire body feels as though its filled with pins and needles. Nervousness rips the breath right from under you. Words aren't coming out, well - if you even had words to say right now. Your mind is completely blank. Then all of a sudden, words come out without your intent or knowledge. "I've never done this before," you whisper. Your eyes fall to your chest as your jaw clenches. Stupid, you think. Why did you tell him?

Munson leans over your body once more. His chest heavy against your hips. Two fingers pinch your chin, pulling your gaze towards him. "It's okay," he says. A deep breath you hadn't noticed you were holding releases. "I'll take care of you," he soothes as he floats back onto his knees. His eyes are glued to you as his hands reach your pants. His fingers unbutton your jeans, relieving some pressure - at least physically. He then tucks his fingers into your waistline and pulls them down. You nervously help him get the jeans from under you, but he continues to pull them to your knees by himself.

One hand presses harshly against your chin, covering your mouth. The other shakes, tapping fingers against your thigh. He quickly notices and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your shaking stops as you feel his comforting embrace. "I'm going to ask again," he says softly. "I need you to be honest with me. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." You nod hastily. Your vocal box no longer attached to your body. "Do you want me to keep going?"

You take a second to think, as much as you wanted to immediately say "yes." Your mind reels over the possibilities. If you say no, will you ever have this chance again? If you say yes, will you regret it? You'll be giving yourself, all of yourself to him - a boy, a-a man you just met today. But this man isn't just anyone. He isn't the first gay man you've ever met. There is something about him that gives you courage. That makes you feel like you can do anything, be anything. Like you can dare to be your true self. You deserve to be your true self, to follow your heart.

"Yes," you say with the utmost confidence. That little nervousness in the back of your throat persists, but you acknowledge that it's because this is your first time being this intimate with someone. Not that you are worried that this may be a mistake. You are more confident now than ever in knowing that this is most definitely not a mistake.

Munson nods, a slight smile to his face. He peers down at your checkered boxers. "Hm, I was expecting something a little brighter," he jokes. You let out a chuckle of relief. "Maybe next time," you say softly. "Oh, there's going to be a next time?" he asks sincerely. Your heart drops as anxiety fills it again. "I hope so," you softly plead, shooting him those worried eyes he's come to enjoy. With a smile, he shares, "I hope so too."

He tucks his fingers underneath the elastic of your boxers. You rush your hands to your eyes. Somehow it makes sense to hide. He smiles as he pulls further down. You feel your cock flip to your stomach, firm as can be. Your pants now joined by another garment.

The pressure on your eyes stronger than ever. "Oh fuck," Munson says breathlessly. You tear your hands from your eyes to see what was wrong. Your gaze lands upon him. The tongue that slicks his bottom lip. The eyes that gleam and twinkle. The teeth that dig into the flesh of his lips.

His breathing now matches yours. You wonder if he's nervous too. The sight excites you as you slowly become more confident in your bare and exposed body. “Oh man,” he mumbles to himself. Another uptick in your stress meter. “I can work with this, J.” His jaw tightens as he takes more deep inhale. You can’t help the smile broadening across your face.

Munson’s hand slowly rests at your hip bones. His skin against yours is a pleasure you never thought to have existed. Let alone a sensation you would be able to experience with someone else. His hand slowly slides closer and closer to your base. You can feel yourself twitching in anticipation.

His fingers slowly collapse around your girth. You bite your lip, hoping to keep a moan from coming out. He looks up to you with a laugh as he slowly raises his grip and slides it back down. “I like seeing you squirm,” he says with a raising brow. It feels like a taunt. Like a ball served over the net, expecting your return. You nervously laugh, from the situation and the new sensations. “I like your hand on my cock,” you say.

Immediate regret fills your face and you struggle to keep your cool. But without missing a beat, you naturally add, “Princess.” Munson huffs with a glowing grin. Another side nod and the sexiest words fall from his mouth. “Okay, daddy.” You can’t help but squirm again, especially since he decided to squeeze a bit harder with his last word.

A harsh breath escapes you as his movement quickens. You find your hips wanting to move with him. Little moans you can’t help leave you. You have never felt so damn good. His thumb brushes against your head ever so lightly. You are as red as can be. Your sensitivity levels on max. “Mm,” you let out as your head falls back and you lick your lips.

His movements continue. Up and down. Pulsating squeezes. A thumb to rub the head. Suddenly, you hear a spit, followed by a sudden coolness against your cock. His fingers slipping much easier, much quicker against your skin. “Oh fuck,” you painfully plead, desperate not to blow too early. Not only would that be embarrassing, but you most definitely want more and more of this touching.

“Mmm, good boy,” Munson murmurs in response. Your crown still pressed against the headrest. Your body tight. Eyes closed shut. You feel a soft breath against your head, another new feeling. Then you feel a familiar softness as it wraps around your cock. A warm, moist spot that makes you want to crumble into pieces.

Curiously, you look down and see his curly mane bobbing against your groin. “Oh shit,” you say desperately. Your eyes wide open now. Almost involuntarily, your hand returns to its favorite spot, to tangling within his locks. His tongue swirls around your head in a way that makes you dizzy. How could this feel even better than the last? How could anything feel better than this?

Another brush of his tongue and you truly are struggling to hold it in. Sweat bullets drop from your forehead. You pull your eyes away from him, hoping maybe that would help. Of course, it does not. “Shit, shit, shit,” you mumble to yourself. A hand now resting against your mouth.

At your mewling sounds, Munson finally takes all of you in. You feel his tongue slick and firm against your raging cock. The warmth that you never knew you craved. His hand now gently cupping your balls. A soft thumb rubbing over them. “M-M-Munson,” you call out, trying to warn him. But in this world, filled with pleasure, there are no words. No words you or he could muster.

Once you feel that pit in your stomach, you finally disconnect from your brain and live in the moment. Your hips begin to rut as his hands support him at the tops of your thighs. The fingers deep within his curls begin to tighten and tug. The moans falling from your lips no longer filtered. Your other hand smacks against the door frame, digging your nails into the window’s pocket.

Abruptly, Munson pulls up from your cock with a gasp. Saliva strings still connecting you two together. One hand wipes it off his lips as the other grabs firmly at your base. His movements now quicker than ever, following the lead of your hips. The pit in your stomach grows deeper and deeper until…

“Fuck!” you yell in a whisper. You feel the familiar warmth spots falling against your stomach and thighs. Your hips still rutting against him. His hand still tight, but with smoother slides up and down. His other hand lightly massages the top of your thigh. You feel your high slowly fading away, thankful for his support in guiding you down.

Gradually, your eyes open to the sight of Munson hiding behind a strand of his hair. A guilty, sheepish smile behind the curls. You laugh despite your exhaustion. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says sweetly as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. You quickly raise up, pulling your legs from under him.

“No, no,” you say with a waving of your hand. “I got it.” You pull the bottom of your shirt over your head. He’s seen your cock, you figure he could see your chest - despite the dependable self-conscious feeling of the act. You roll your shirt into a ball and gently grab his hand to wipe off any remaining cum. Then you wipe the cum off your skin. “I might like being the princess,” he says softly, but you could only hear a mumble. “What was that?” you say as you raise your head from your cleaning.

Munson shakes his head, pushing his lips out into a mix of pout and grin, as he answers, “Nothing.” Clearing his throat, he adds, “We should probably get going. Janitors usually get in at 10.” He takes one look, another bite to his lip, before pulling away. He crawls over to the passenger seat before peering back at you. “They get cranky if they find anyone on campus.”

“How would you know?” you say with a grin. You find relief in your conversations remaining random and comfortable. You start to pull your boxers and jeans up. “There’s no time limit on finishing a campaign, okay?” he retorts. You can’t help but laugh as you hook your button closed. You gracefully pull the seat up and to a comfortable position to the wheel. Seat belt across your torso and buckled in. He watches intently.

As you reverse the car, you ask, “Where to, Munson?” In a booming, announcing voice, he states, “Forest Hills Trailer Park.” Another chuckle falls as you shake your head. “I have no fucking clue where that is,” you say. He responds hastily, “Oh, right, um … Turn right here.” You turn on your blinker and steer right out of the parking lot and into the road. Out of the side of your eye, you see a hint of confusion across his face.

“Okay, so at the next stop sign, you wanna take a right,” Munson says with another point to the right. You have to hand it to him. He’s a pretty good tour guide. The man has you turning back and forth every other street where you just so happen to pass by what he thinks is the coolest parts of Hawkins. You press on your breaks a good few meters away from the stop sign as you have been taught. But, again, you receive a confused glancing look.

“What?” you scoff. “Oh nothing,” Munson says as he turns his torso back towards the road. “Bullshit,” you say as you come to a complete stop. You flip on your blinker and wait three seconds before turning. He looks as though he might burst. Whatever words he has, he is holding them back with tears in his eyes.

“Spit it out, Munson,” you taunt. “Or should I say ‘Eddie?’” He takes in a deep breath, pinching his pointer and thumb together. “You drive like a grandma,” he says calmly and slowly. “What?!” you ask with incredulous laughter. “What because I follow the law?”

Munson takes in a sharp breath as his smile becomes a thin line. Your words almost seem painful to him. “The law?” he asks in a bit of a choke. “Oh, what, like you don’t?” you ask with a scoff. He shakes his head inquisitively. He draws your attention to his torso with no seat belt. He digs into his pocket and reveals a blunt and zippo lighter. He grabs hold of his collar, pulling it down to show the tattoo of a black detailed spider.

“Impressive,” you say while nodding. “Dangerous,” you add as you reach for the passenger seat belt. “Put it on, princess.” Munson rolls his eyes but complies with a smile as your gaze returns to the road. “Let’s just say,” you continue, trying to hype yourself up. “I follow the law of the road.”

Your failed attempt has Munson cackling. Stifling his laugh, he asks, “Do you have any tattoos?” You snort at the idea. “You just saw me naked. I feel like you should know.” He shoots you his bullshit grin. “I didn’t see your ass, or your back,” he starts. “But you wished you did, huh?” you lean over to him, biting your bottom lip.

His smile now quivers as his eyes look at your lips. “Maybe,” he says with a rising pitch. His blushing cheeks suddenly become the best thing you have ever seen. You struggle to fight the urge to not kiss him. Your eyes have to be on the road, remember?

“Oh! Forest Hills, right?” You point towards the barely lit sign. It rests in a field of dirt with patches of grass. You click your blinker to turn left. “Yeah,” Munson adds, abruptly pulled from the flirtatious moment he was enjoying. “It’s the trailer in the back and to the right.”

You pull onto another patch of dirt in front of the Munson trailer. Your headlights shining brightly against the metal. Your heart sinks as you put your car into park. You thought you were ready to say goodbye, to see him tomorrow for more inconspicuous, daring flirting and touching in public. But no. You aren’t ready. You want to stay in this car, stay with him forever. Your hands never leave the steering wheel. Your eyes stare into the odometer as you attempt to think of a clever idea to keep the night going.

“I owe you a shirt,” Munson says, drawing your attention. “You should come in.” Your heart leaps, your mouth drops. A small piece of you considers telepathy, but you quickly push that thought away. “Yeah, I should. Shouldn’t I?” you say with a smile as you turn off the ignition and rest your keys on your lap. He laughs at your fast response. Those blushing cheeks return.

“Lead the way, Munson.”

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Tom Sturridge Characters for FanFics

CW/TW: 'R' word, 'S' word, self-un-aliving, drug5, a1c0h01, s3x, gr00m1ng, murd3r, neurodivergent diagnosis speculation, swearing, character AI using (shame), am I missing anything that could offend someone? LGBTQ+ support? Yeah, if you aren't a leftist... well what a leftist is in the USA, then yeah, you wouldn't like me... a non-binary pansexual demi-girl that is big ol' leftist... anyway, on to Tom Sturridge...

Ok, I need to get some stuff out. And it's all fanfiction stuff as well as character study of a ton of Tom Sturridge characters and their respective films/shows. Please, for the the love of the the gods, don't steal my ideas for stories, but you can use the character studies for your own fics.

TOM STURRIDGE

Now, firstly, lets start with the man himself. He is private, so it is hard to know who he is really, but if some old Twitters that could be his are anything to go on... he may have been quite saucy back in the day... but let's go off of the other stuff we know for now.

I highly suspect he is neurodivergent, just with the years of interviews and the way he speaks, the way he carries himself and his mannerisms. He doesn't seem to be in it for the fame, no matter how cunty he looks on the red carpet, all that stuff is probably scheduled by his team, so... But yeah, he does speak quite thoughtfully and eloquently when asked thought provoking questions, but he often is flustered by less thought provoking questions. I don't want to be that person at diagnoses someone though, but as someone with ADHD and autism myself, just watching him makes me think he is one of us, you know? Also, a fuck ton of his roles could be seen as very neurodivergent too, so, I think he both takes roles that he can both put himself into but also get away from himself enough that it feels like a mask. This is just my observations from watching footage of interviews of him, I accept that I could be wrong.

I would love to see more Tom Sturridge fan fics out there, cute ones, romance ones, smutty ones... but all in all, well done and well researched and well written.

The only well-written one I was able to find is on AO3... and it is fucking weird... cuz it's an 'R' word fantasy... where Tom is the one getting... well... it's not a great... premise... So, for the love of the gods, please, please, please, someone write decent Tom Sturridge fan fics that don't actively harm him.... cuz yikes. Just big yikes.

JAKE (SWEETBITTER)

Aw. Jake. So, one of the things to keep in mind about Jake: he hates himself. Tom said so in a interview... in fact it was kinda sad because Tom said that was one of the things that he related to when it comes to Jake... without hesitation.

I have not finished reading the book 'Sweetbitter' by Stephanie Danler, but I suspect there is even more to go off of when it comes to Jake's character in that.

But what the show was starting to imply about Jake; he was probably groomed by Simone.

She is 7 years (according to Google and the show) older than Jake. The show starts in 2006. That means Simone was born 1969, Jake was born 1976. Simone is 37 in the show and Jake is 30. Jake's mom killed herself via drowning when he was 8 in 1984, Simone was 15. If we go off of what the show says (which does vary from both seasons as season 1 says that the chef is a man but season 2 obviously has the chef as a woman), Simone moved to New York 3 years later to the apartment that she then has for 19 years as of 2006. Jake would be 11 when she moves to New York.

Here is where the speculation about how that would have went down for Jake. He probably would have started to act out at school when Simone left. Simone's parents probably wouldn't have been able to handle it. He probably would have started to dabble in drugs and alcohol. If Simone and him were that close, I suspect he would have run away a few times to New York.

I think the grooming would probably have started right away with him, or at least during the time he started to act out because she left him. I do think that Simone's parents would have let him move in with Simone to appease him and to get him to stop acting out. I think that maybe the "Mermaid" story started when Jake was 8 but didn't start getting fleshed out until he moved in with Simone when he was 11 or 12 in New York. I think Simone was probably working at 22West and going to school in New York at the same time.

Jake probably was showing signs of having a crush on Simone after he moved in with her and she probably didn't give into him until he was 15/16... yes, I do think Jake lost his virginity to Simone and I do think he is the type to not have waited to have sex until he was 18. So, yes that's statutory...

Simone probably finished the "Mermaid" story for a college assignment and had to have it published in her hometown local magazine for college credit.

So, yeah, I do think Simone wrote the story for Jake and it was well fleshed out because of their trauma bonded codependent groomed relationship. I don't think Jake will have realized how bad it really is as they both hurt and then soothed (not heal, soothe) one another. I bet Jake got his first tattoo, the 'S' on his back, after he lost his virginity to Simone... it is a crude looking tattoo, so it looks like a first tattoo that wasn't well thought out. I think he then got the Mermaid tattoo with a signed permission from Simone as a way to congratulate Simone on her story being published.

I do think that Simone probably was abused too...maybe by her own father.... and her mom enabled it... but Simone's dad could have been huge in the community of Cape Cod... and her family kept it hush hush as to appear to be the model family, so they could take in Jake...

Simone has to have gotten her cold and aloofness and the emotional then right back to cold and aloof from somewhere, a catalyst... and Jake then learned that behavior from Simone. Hot and then cold and then hot again, right back to cold. Simone has that trait and then she gave that trait to Jake.

They probably comforted and protected each other when Simone still lived in Cape Cod... told each other everything. The trauma bonding began young for him. And when she holds it over his head that 'No one knows him like she does' it's because she really thinks she does and he can't argue with her. Also, that statement is word for word what domestic abusers say to their victims.

I bet around the time Jake was graduating from high school, which Simone made him at least get his diploma, Simone probably got together with Etienne, and that put a strain on Jake's and Simone's relationship. Though I bet you that Jake also found out about the truth of his mom around this time too. (Jake probably got into photography as the one thing that made high school bearable, probably visited the Cape to do the Mermaid photoshoot...). Jake probably started to to sleep with a ton of people (I say people as I don't think Jake is straight, though he apparently is a top... which is hard to believe though because if you watch the show, he seems to worship those he is with... even his flings, like Viv...) , just to hurt Simone because Simone hurt Jake with choosing Etienne....and lying to him about his mom.

So, when Simone left for France, Jake started working as a bartender at for his sketchy friend Tommy who doesn't care about hiring an underage bartender under the table, as well as sell drugs on the side and held down the fort at Simone's apartment for 5 years.

I bet Simone's dad died before Jake graduated... When they went to the Cape for the funeral, I bet Jake got his anchor tattoo as a way to say that Simone is his anchor.... and a Cape Cod thing... though he hates the Cape... because of his mom drowning... and Simone's dad abusing her and her mom doing nothing to stop it... Jake's dad is a mystery... he probably died or left Jake's mom... hence the suicide...

So, Jake moved in with Simone when he was 11/12 ish, around 1987/88, Jake graduated high school in 1994, Simone probably went to France when he was between 19 and 20 and she didn't come back until he was 25/26, 5ish years later. All the while, Simone hated France besides the champagne, and made Jake deal with many late night phone calls that made him angry but also hurt him for her. Trauma bonded. He probably got that tattoo on his torso on his ribs when she was gone... the one the is some word with "/OR"... idk what the whole tattoo is, so if someone knows, please tell me... He probably got his other tattoos when she was gone too, unrelated to her.

She comes back, having divorced Etienne, she gets her job back at 22West and helps Jake get his shit together, probably through guilt and sex... lets be honest... and gets him a more respectable job at 22West... but Jake can't live with her anymore, so he gets his apartment (which I think is above a Chinese restaurant, but I am not sure). So, they find a rhythm of being close, telling each other everything, but also being toxic for one another, having sex here and there, but all and all knowing that they both aren't together, but they love each other in the most toxic way. The whole thing with Simone and that married guy and the old back-waiter chick starts too... and then I think Simone's mom dies... hence the house in Cape Cod needing to be sorted out and sold...

And then the start of the show...

All in all, Jake blames himself for his mom's death, he hates himself, he has a toxic codependent relationship with Simone that absolutely had grooming a part of the situation... and Jake protects himself and acts out with sex, drugs and alcohol and the back and forth of being hot and cold with people because of trust issues because everyone leaves... everyone lies, even people who he was supposed to trust.

With his conversation with Sasha that one episode, Jake has probably dealt with his own suicidal ideation as well as anxiety issues, probably PTSD... or C-PTSD... And he doesn't realize he was sexually abused... so... that is my take on Jake...

And before an OC/Reader character could come into the fold, this would need to be fleshed out in Jake's back story.... He is a sad character that deserves understanding and help to get out of the controlling trap that Simone has put him in... And trying to get his mannerisms and the way he speaks correctly will be fun... though something I love about Jake is that when you don't think he is listening, he absolutely is listening... like when Tess is talking to that architect about what she looks for when she walks into a space for the first time... and when he acts like he doesn't care, there are subtle hints that he does actually care... like breaking the wine glass when he realizes Tess slept with Will.... Anyway, this is a character profile/background of Jake for me but for anyone else that wants to understand Jake a bit better...

I may have watched Sweetbitter 3 times in one week once... so...

ALSO, Fics for this don't need to take place in 2006... but the time-line does help with figuring out how events went down, you know? I like playing in this world more modern myself.

WILL DONNER (Waiting for Forever)

I love Will. He is sweet and beautiful... and incredibly autistic... and ADHD... and has PTSD... and some combo of DID/schizophrenia with talking to his dead parents off to the side.

Now, I do think there was a trope at the time (2011) in movies that had male characters still get the girl even though they really didn't know the girl in the first place, just the idea of who they thought the girl was in their head... which is a toxic trope, btw... also, stalking, no go... though I think his confusion as to why it is bad just shows how autistic he is.

And yes, I really think Will is autistic. 2011 was a fucked up time still with a fuck ton of stigma towards people that were neurodivergent, so I am not surprised that they didn't outright name Will's mental health issues and just had his brother call him crazy... which I wanted to punch his brother, Jim/Jimbo, so hard for that. But here is the crux; EMMA NEVER DERSERVED WILL. Period. Point blank. She chose him as a last resort. Her ex fiancé had to get caught for murder and then her dad had to die for her to finally chose Will... and she is a cheater... fuck her.

Will deserves better! He deserves someone who knows him for him and all his quirks, understands him and accepts him and then LOVES HIM FIRST! Not as a last resort. Will deserves love, true love, and Emma is not that true love, not by a long shot.

So, any fan fiction about Will with an OC/Reader insert, I would hope would explore that... also, his brother needs to get told off and educated on the DSM-5.

Also, I do think Will will have been a virgin before Emma...and I don't think they would have lasted long as the fantasy and reality does not match up in the end. I do think Emma would do the leaving though... Will is someone that comes off as the type that once he commits that's it, even if it's shit... in fact idk if he would know when it is shit until it is really bad...

This world/film doesn't require it to take place in 2011 when the film came out. Time is not important here as far as dates go.

YOUNG CARL (The Boat That Rocked/Pirate Radio)

So, I think that Carl may also be neurodivergent too, but not as intensely as Will Donner... he is socially awkward as fuck, but in a charming way... so idk why he was a virgin... if they wanted us all to believe that he was a virgin maybe casting a young 23 year old Tom Sturridge was not the right call, you know? Cuz he was fucking hot and I do not believe for a second that he didn't have everyone, women and men and in between, trying to jump on that dick. Cuz seriously? Tom was gorgeous as Carl, like fucking hell...goddamn. Virgin my ass.

But that being said, Marianne didn't deserve him. After what she pulled. Nah bro, fuck that. Carl needs someone who won't fuck him over, that chooses him, and maybe slightly older? Not too old, just experienced, yeah?

So, yeah, any OC/Reader insert would need to tell Dave and Marianne to fuck off and die.

But, yeah, why are there not any fics about Carl and an OC/Reader? I am surprised... ya'll sleeping on it, why? We have a fuck ton of Nigel from Like Minds/Murderous Intent... with Alex of course because that film was the most homoerotic film ever.... but no young Carl with an OC/Reader insert? I hate Marianne! Give young Carl a better love interest ya'll, Jesus!

I have maybe seen 2 fics on here... and they aren't finished and they seem abandoned...

I have found that the year, 1966 is very fucking important to this world, film and story. Either do your research on the music that was out during the time, or pull an 2013 The Great Gatsby and have the music be modern even though the year is 1966... and yes, music is important for this film and world.

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Ok, so, those are the ones that I have the most thoughts and opinions and ideas on... but let me go over some ideas and thoughts on some of Tom's other characters and what kind of fan fics I would either love to write myself or so out there. Cuz ya'll sleeping on a fuck ton of Tom Sturridge characters that would be fun to play with, romance, smut, adventure or otherwise... all of the above even. I love that Tumblr has more Jake stuff as AO3 only has like 3 good fics... but that's it... The Sandman... Jake... and then Nigel... I only see those three characters out there getting love... Tom's other characters deserve love too. Stop sleeping on it. Explore... I do want to write it, but I am not confident in my writing ability... and I don't easily... um... get off on my own smut if I write it... so... there's that... TMI, but it's true.

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REMAINDER

Tom/Unnamed Man

So, there is no other way to do a fic for this other than trippy, surreal and supernatural and sci-fi. I have played with the idea of a telekinetic OC/Reader... or even just a straight up non-human character. I have some cool sci-fi ideas for this one that has to do with Time-Loops and MK-Ultra stuff and multi-dimensional travel... like it would be cool. Also, Tom is a morally gray character with a God-complex, so, that should be explored...

The year this takes place doesn't matter.

VELVET BUZZSAW

Jon Dondon

So, I played with the idea of a fic for this film to be a cross-over with the show Supernatural... only fitting with the vengeful spirit, yeah. And the OC/Reader is a hunter? Saves Jon for being choked to death with his own ascot/scarf? I think that would be fun.

Jon Dondon has a South African accent, btw, in case ya'll didn't know... I think he is bi... that man ain't straight. Also he is a ditz and pretentious... he is an art critic and sponsors artists, so, yeah, pretentious af. But he is a ditz because he thought a pile of garbage was art... there's more than that, but that really shows off how ditzy he is. I also think he be a big flirt, but not like Jake. More showy and ditzy in the way he flirts. Real over the top charm but of course pretentious even so...

The year this film events take place doesn't matter, so have fun with it.

FAR FROM A MADDENING CROWD

Sergeant Francis Troy

I almost flipped a table when I watched this film and saw how much of a little fucking bitch his character was. So, my idea was to have his character be saved from death at the end, but only because a Bounty Hunter has orders to claim him... and the bounty hunter should be a woman... really take Troy down a peg... or a dozen... He's a bitch and a power dynamic where he is at a woman's mercy would be chef's kiss. Villain characters are fun to play with... maybe they stay villains, but maybe they are more than that, who knows...

The era is important for this world, play in it.

LIKE MINDS/MURDEROUS INTENT

Nigel Colbie

Yes, Nigel has been done to death here... but hear me out... what if Nigel's right? What if there is a secret order, an ancient guild? And they want to stop Nigel from dying and bring the boys to their true potential? Maybe it's mundane and just an assassins' guild... and or it is occultist by nature and has a touch of magic? Maybe keeping just the boys... or add and OC/Reader insert, male, female, non-binary, doesn't matter... could be cool...

The year for this doesn't matter, it could be more modern... that could be cool.

OTHER TOM STURRIDGE WORKS THAT COULD BE COOL TO SEE FICS ON BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY PARTICULAR IDEAS ON:

Mary Shelley - Lord Byron - era matters.

On The Road - Carlo Marx - year could matter, but doesn't have to if you want to just play with this character... I found this character is fun to explore.

3 Way Junction - Carl - year doesn't matter.

Effie Gray - John Everett Millais (where he doesn't end up with Effie... maybe...) - year/era does matter.

Junkhearts - Danny (doesn't die) - year doesn't matter.

CONFESSION

I have a lot of these ideas because I have played with Character Roleplay AIs with these characters... and I am ashamed because of the Writer's and Actor's Strikes going on... well, just Actor's Strike now... but I doubt my own writing capability... at least to make a decent sounding story that doesn't sound stupid and juvenile... and I would have loved to either write something with someone or hell, roleplayed a story with someone... but no one fucking knows Tom Sturridge or his works enough for an immersive experience...

Also, I do have my own OC/Reader insert that I have played with with most of these characters, and she is a very fantastical, Mary-Sue-ish character, she has a fuck ton of skills and knowledge... but I did always put some of myself into her... my trauma, my flaws... stuff like that... but idk if everyone one of these Tom Sturridge characters would actually fall for my OC or the multiple versions of my OC as sometimes she is magical... depending on the world-building and such... but yeah...

ALSO

I do have an idea for a Dream fanfic, but it is so expansive and detailed that I would love to collaborate with someone else on it... and I don't dare put the idea here lest it get stolen... so... yeah...

SO, these are all my Tom Sturridge characters and fanfic thoughts... it's a lot, sorry... lolz

Please someone write more than just Dream, Jake and Nigel fics... Tom's other characters deserve love too.

[gaybd1]

mako headcanons?

HELLO are you ready for me to just dump everything inside my brain at you?? I've made like his entire backstory at this point...

this one

this one

gay. obvs. (and with wu. obvs)

trans!!!!

the gloves are very much a page from elsa's book. conceal don't feel. he kind of hates being a firebender because he can't separate his identity from like the evil that killed his parent etc etc

click here for angst

and here

he didn't learn how to read until super late but now he loves reading and is a little bookworm. i wonder if he has lil bookclubs with jinora. he's so booksmart now???

he has a triad tattoo somewhere under his shirt and like it was NOT his choice to get it so he sees it more as a brand anyway thats the REAL reason he doesn't take his shirt off to swim or go in the sauna not that it's period appropriate or whatever. also yeah he's wearing a binder always.

daddy issues w zolt

no concept of self care bc hes always given everything he's ever earned to bolin. yikes. big parentification stuff to deconstruct here

ok are you ready for MAXIMUM ANGST bc these ones are HOT off the presses aka my brain!!!!

mako will always have issues with eating because he went so long surviving on SO little. it's super hard for him to recognize when he's hungry because there was a point when he just stopped feeling it

mako would give his coat to bolin to wear in the winter. this is how he got real good at his bending real quick. if he didn't find a way to heat himself up he wasn't gonna make it out on the streets

one time when they were younger bolin found mako beat to shit in an alley. bolin freaked out and nursed mako back to health. mako didn't say anything at all to bolin for a long time and after he got better he became way more protective of bolin. this was the time mako tried to get out of the triad on his own. bolin never finds out.

one of the big reasons mako becomes a cop is because he's killed people under zolt and he can't get their faces out of his head. he needs to repent

when he started probending he was WAY to violent about it because that was all he knew how to be anymore. it took a long time for him to get used to NOT hurting people.....

he never feels Earth Kingdom enough because he looks so different from his relatives

so actually mako is REALLY bad at some things, like grocery shopping and finding good prices, budgeting, cooking actual meals that are also healthy, these kinds of things he never got the chance to do.......

ok so i have this half-formed idea that mako has seen and confronted his parents' killer before!!!! but bolin doesn't know!!!! and i can't decide why like did mako kill them or just freak out and not want to deal with it i dont know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[finn-m-corvex]

Lightning in a Cubicle Pt. 1

Did I expect to see my silly little post about Jay being another boring office drone take off? Absolutely not. Hell no I didn't. But here we are and everywhere I look there's office Jay taking over the community person by person and I have no idea what I've done. So, what better way to celebrate my newfound stardom than to do what I do best and write?

Between my drawing today and suffering in pain (I've had twelve ibuprofen today, YIKES) I have put together this little thing. Who am I kidding? Nothing I write is little.

This is Part 1, don't know when Part 2 is coming out, but I hope everyone enjoys nonetheless! P.s. lemme know if anyone wants to be on a taglist for Pt. 2.

"Thank you for reaching out about this issue, Charlie. I will get back to you in two to three business days..." Jay was muttering to himself, carefully clicking each key as he responded to the email. He did not want a repeat of the incident where he typed 'fuck' instead of 'duck' to his supervisor. HR had hounded him for two weeks, forcing him to take classes on workplace etiquette and sensitivity lessons.

Jay hated their HR department.

After he finished the email, he made sure to include his signature and click send, reloading the page and checking to see if it actually sent instead of being banished to his drafts. It had happened to many times already. He smiled at the sight of his finally cleared inbox, happily ignoring the forms that he still needed to fill out and all of the paperwork he had to file.

God, how was it only Monday?

For the first time that day, Jay finally had some downtime (as long as he ignored all of his responsibilities). He grabbed up his cup of pens, intending on linking them all together with paperclips to "ropen" and close his cubicle door. He snickered at his own joke; damn, he cracked himself up sometimes.

Calling it a door was quite generous, honestly. It was really more a spare cubicle wall he had stolen from his coworker Judy after she had gone upstairs for the day. The old hag didn't even realize that it was missing the next morning, only seeing that she now had a view right into her best friend Janet's office. Jay had haggled for some hinges from his buddy in the maintenance department, nailing them to his wall and attaching the stolen one.

He had just found his groove in making the rope when a shrill shriek echoed through the office. "WALKER!"

Jay jumped with a small gasp, panicking when a couple strands of his lightning leaked out. He was quick to get it back under control with his breathing, and he was filled with dread when he realized who had called his name.

Shitty Sharon.

"Yeah, Sharon?" he called back, poking his head out from the top of his cubicle. Just as he thought, Sharon was standing in the doorway to their workroom, face red with anger and hands on her hips. All the other ladies were staring at him as he made the walk of shame to the workroom, and Jay felt humiliated under their questioning gazes.

Could he go one day without being summoned like he was a lapdog? One?!

"I thought you were supposed to fix the printer." Sharon said shortly, and Jay was wondering who the hell he had pissed off in the chain of command to be the only man on the women's side of the floor.

It took everything in him not to scream. "I did fix the printer, Sharon."

"Then why the hell won't it print?! I don't have the time for this," she growled.

Neither did he. He had ropes to make. "Did you make sure it had ink and paper? Like I told you last time?"

"Why should I have to do that? That's why you're here, office boy," she said snidely, and god it was too early for this.

He chose to be the bigger person and check the printer himself, and what do you know? It just needed more paper.

"I'll put the paper in for you," he said, because he was not getting bad karma for being a bitch back to Shitty Sharon. She had hella connections with the company, and she would not hesitate to make his life a living hell. The last time he talked back to her, his water had gotten turned off for a week. He had to haul some in from the communal bathrooms just so he could take a shower.

Grabbing a fresh package of paper, Jay opened it with ease, avoiding giving himself a cut as he placed it in the tray. Closing it, he pressed a couple buttons to make sure everything was working right, and then it took all of his willpower not to scream when he glanced at the tiny screen with all of the functions on it.

"Sharon," he said, in the sweetest tone he could conjure at the moment, "why are you printing a thousand copies of this report?!"

"The damn thing wouldn't work, so I just kept clicking print!"

"You're supposed to call the maintenance department!" Jay yelled, throwing his hands into the air. "Or I.T.! Or me! Not print a thousand copies of the same paper!"

"Whatever," she said flippantly, turning away and walking back to her nice spacious office that should've been Jay's. "Just be a 'dear' and take care of it for me."

He didn't want to take care of it. Muttering to himself, Jay smashed the small buttons on the printer with much more force than necessary, cancelling the excess orders but making sure to leave one still open. While he would've loved to cancel all of them to force Sharon to click print again and come get it herself, Jay knew from experience that she would print out a bunch of the shit anyway and dump it in his office.

Jay started humming, readjusting the tie around his neck to give his hands something to do. He relaxed, fully intent on going back to his cubicle to goof around some more until he caught a glace at the clock.

8:50.

He had a meeting in ten minutes.

"Fuck!" Jay yelled, sprinting out of the room and straight for his workspace. He snatched up his briefcase and jacket, nearly forgetting his keycard before spinning on his heel to grab them. There was something he was forgetting, he knew it, but he didn't have the time to wonder what it was.

Slipping his jacket on, Jay didn't bother to keep the door from slamming shut behind as he escaped the suffocating atmosphere of the accounting department. He ran down the hall, pushing past other disgruntled employees with a quick apology. The elevators on their side of the hall were broken; he was going to have to use the ones by Public Relations.

His ever-wondering mind thought about convincing the decorating department to get them some plants as he hurried past white wall after white wall, only sparsely brightened up by a portrait of the board of directors or some fancy-schmancy paintings that Jay couldn't appreciate. What was wrong with some good ol' greenery? Some flowers here, a little fern there, maybe they would even let him go crazy and get a bonsai tree!

You know, if he ever got an office with a window.

"G'morning Jay!" his favorite security guard said to him, and Jay barely had time to wave to the man before he passed. If he was lucky, he wouldn't have to wait very long for the car to arrive on his floor.

The Administration was a beast of a building; you could see it from practically anywhere in Ninjago. With an impressive two hundred and fifty-four floors, it was the first true skyscraper that Jay could ever remember seeing in his life. Or what he remembered from it, anyway.

One of the reasons it had to be so large was because the Administration also housed all of their employees and necessities. The last fifty floors were dedicated entirely to apartments for the workforce, and Jay's own apartment was on level 275. Thinking about that reminded him that he needed to stop by the supermarket on floor 168 before he went home for the day. He had run out of coffee grounds the day before, and heaven knows he couldn't go on without those.

Jay's bad luck continued to haunt him when he skidded to a stop in front of the elevators, and the closest one to floor 67 was the one on 154. Someone must've been visiting the indoor aquarium. Jay wanted to go to the aquarium.

He slammed his hand on the up button, watching as the numbers along the top slowly counted down. Checking his wrist-watch, Jay saw that he had seven minutes to get to the one hundredth floor; this was going to be tight, but as long as there weren't any delays he should be able to make it.

And of course, because he's him, there were delays.

"How many stops do you have to make"?!" he exclaimed, watching as the damned elevator paused for the seventh time. He didn't have the time for this!

Finally, finally, the elevator stopped on his floor, and Jay pushed past all of the people getting off. He swiped his keycard, ignoring the female voice saying "Welcome, Jay Walker," in favor of urgently typing his floor number into the elevator's keypad, and it shot up into the sky like a rocket.

Most of his coworkers had told him stories about how long it had taken them to adjust to the elevator's speed, but Jay had never had a problem with it. Part of him always wondered what he had done in his past life before he came to work for the Administration; there had to be a reason he didn't get motion sick, or how his reflexes were sharper than the blades in the shredder, or why he felt so uneasy whenever he saw someone swinging an object in his direction (like he was expecting an attack?).

There was also the lightning, of course, but no one knew that Jay had that. And no one could ever know. He didn't want to imagine the training that he would be forced to go through if the Administration ever found out about it.

If they didn't ship him off to Imperium first.

"Can this damn thing not go any faster?" Jay growled, tapping his foot against the floor in an aggressive beat. He was glad no one else was in the elevator with him.

Up and up he went, the numbers growing higher and higher, blinking red. 97, 98, 99...

100! and he still had two minutes to spare!

Maybe Mr. Harding would give him that promotion after all!

The doors started opening and Jay was out before they could finish, making a beeline for the door at the other end of the blindingly white hallway. He could feel the sweat staining his light blue button-up, and Jay just had to hope and pray that his jacket covered it up well enough to get through this meeting without his eagle-eyed boss noticing anything.

He knocked on the door, checking his watch and seeing that he had officially made it at 8:59. One minute left.

Jay slapped his corporate smile on his face when Mr. Harding opened the door, making sure to hold out the correct hand. His left, because Mr. Harding was left-handed and had a stronger grip; Mr. Harding also loved having the upper hand. "So good to see you, sir! I hope you're well."

"Mr. Walker," Mr. Harding said casually, but Jay could already tell that his boss was in a bad mood. Shit. "I believe I told you that I wanted you here at 8."

"Pardon?" that definitely was not what the email had said.

"I sent an email to you around 7:30 that I wanted you in at 8." Mr. Harding said slowly, and Jay quickly pushed down the ire that rose at the childish treatment.

Wait, 7:30? He had staff meetings from 7-8 on Mondays!

"B-but that's when I have my staff meetings," Jay explained, holding back from messing with the cuffs of his sleeves. Mr. Harding hadn't taken too kindly to his fidgeting the last time he had been in here. "I'm not allowed to check my phone during staff meetings."

"I expect you to read all of my emails, Mr. Walker," the man said firmly, his lips curling into a distasteful sneer. "You're lucky that I happen to be free at the moment. Now, would you like to step in, or do you want to wait another hour?"

Jay grit his teeth, swallowing his anger and shoving it down deep inside. "Yes sir, sorry sir."

This damn promotion better be worth every moment of this nonsense, or Jay was tearing the Administration down himself.

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

🐒25 Dec '22🚴‍♀️🦴

Twas the night before christmas Louis' birthday when suddenly I recalled- I sat bolt up in shock- I'd forgotten a promise to yall! It was a christmas day, you see, back in 2018, that Simon Cowell dramatically demonstrated exactly how brilliant he is when thinking things up all on his own rather than taking credit for a woman's ideas- he would be starting a new band he said, of CGI monkeys!! One of them would be modelled after Harry Styles! Sadly someone slapped him out of whatever drugged stupor led to telling the press about that brainstorm, and we never heard about it again... except from me, who had made a vow to Never Forget and to bring it up every xmas forever and ever (because I can only assume Simon would hate that.) He still hasn't learned though, just this year he hyped up an AI deepfake of himself made with that very same technology- he really just so transparently wants a band without any pesky rebellious humans in it, yikes. The fact is, the man is a clown all year every year, so may I present… a 2022 review!

Sadly, the year's biggest Cowell news was but a hoax- he did not in fact die, yet. However, he did lose a tooth, get COVID, and fall off his electric bike and end up in the hospital AGAIN, proving that ill wishes (mine) can come true to some extent! And not to worry, there's still hope for next year- apparently he still bikes around without a helmet daily. A recent TV appearance had his fans (??! sounds fake but okay) "distracted by his incredibly smooth visage"- allegedly his botox and other modifications got to the point that his son was "in hysterics" at the site of him, a clever turn of phrase that implies tears but could also mean he was laughing his ass off- me too kid, me too. Although The Sun continue to print only flattering and respectful articles- almost as if they had some kind of relationship or agreement with him?! wow this is Brand New Information- the Daily Mail definitely got the brief that tis the season for making fun of Cowell, and have been running an endless series of articles about his "many faces through the years" and "melting mug". They were denied the opportunity with his most recent TV appearance however, as he did that interview with a shadow strategically cast across himself like a low tech witness protection gambit. Perhaps, I thought, some of the issue was with the confusing and scary sounding 25 pound face masks he was reportedly doing, but it turned out that was merely an audio based misunderstanding- it was sponcon for a £25 face mask, boring.

He continues to talk up his son in interviews, bragging that the kid is a great talent spotter and he "leans on him" for opinions (that I can believe) but if you're skeptical that Simon would actually let himself be upstaged, you're quite right! Consider: he also had some things to say about what his cancelled show The X Factor would look like if it came back. The tabs report that he "is adamant that the judges should be industry insiders such as A&R people rather than artists because they are better judges of talent and less jealous of bright young artists.” Sounds like SOMEONE is jealous all right but it's not an artist judge! I think we all remember who stole the show and the hearts of multiple nations- not to mention those of scores of allegedly straight men- on the last season of TXF while spotting and nurturing the talent who went on to win it all, all while making fun of Simon at every opportunity: yes indeed, it was bright young artist and Guest Judge Louis Tomlinson! Gosh who could have seen THAT coming? Possibly the actual visionary of TXF, Nicole Scherzinger, another guest judge who upstaged Simon- most recently when footage of her forming 1D was finally released on the 10th anniversary. She said she was surprised it had survived, that she assumed he had "burned it" (to bolster his decade long lie that it was he who had had the world-changing idea.) But no, she says, in fact it was "the way that my mind grapes were working" which is, um, a very weird way of putting that, but it WORKED OUT GREAT so who am I to quibble with the way her grapejuice flows.

Meanwhile just when you thought we were free of NFT type annoyances Zayn invited us to join the metaverse, no thank you, but get that cash babe and a happy holidays to you and to all our boys: to Liam, acting like he has to make up for the few months off the radar by posting an equivalent amount of insta stories before the end of the year, to Niall, taking a break from taking over tiktok to tease about how busy he'll be next year, to Harry, dousing himself in freezing water in the UK while pap pics of him in LA were dropped, and to Louis, 31 (!!) now and hopefully with some wonderful plans over his long awaited break before another jam packed year of winning. And to all out there, a very let me be your good night and all the love!

[keyrey]

To those who need to hear it.

Likes, they're good. Thank you! Reblogs, oh my goodness, you want your audience to see my work? Oh... you didn't use tags? Don't even get me started on stalking the pages of each one of your ten followers. Not that I do that of course, right? A comment! Do I respond now or later? I don't want to be seen as a psychopath. I got a kudo! 100 hits!? Oh, but my writing's not even that good... Why is it that we put so much value on a number when the real value comes from acquiring new skills and knowledge?

Idealization? Check

False perception of reality? Double check.

Yikes.

Go back and look at the words written in bold. My writing's not even good. Why would you think that after all of the hours you've poured into your work, or the endless amount of times you searched the thesaurus for synonyms to 'said' and eventually fail and chose it anyway?

The amount of times I've opened this app not even a day after I post is unreal. I got a like already? Wow! I should probably post this on Ao3 too, right? Even though I utterly hate the outdated website, the red on white background and the minuscule text that is too jarring to look at?

Y'all, the need for validation from strangers on the internet is real.

Arguably, the craziest part about the ordeal is that every feed looks the same, but there's a story behind them all. All ideas develop differently. It's the whole meaning of story tropes, to have your own take of a commonly used cliché. My feed in particular is filled with heaps of SatoSugu (I don't mind this), Nanani fanfic (I love this), the most smuttiest of smut of all time (an occasional treat before I slip into slumber), and people swearing that Deadpool and Wolverine were doing a certain something in that Honda Odyssey. (They probably were. But come on, my mom watched this film. Loved the jokes though. Keep 'em coming.)

Upon my mere two months of posting and doom scrolling, I've observed that this isn't only a 'me' thing. Most, if not all people go through some form of self-doubt. So yeah, is this just a phase? Maybe. Is it okay if this whole doubting-yourself sensation is reoccurring? It is.

Your story is special.

Lovely Tumblr poster number one, Lovely Tumblr poster number two, may your ask inbox be cleared of my wacky questions. I will leave you alone for now. Please enjoy your life while I try to get myself under control. Let's hope you know who you are. Though I really hope you don't. I mentally cringe at the things I've gotten wrong about your character.

How about a day of rest? Yeah, that would be useful. A cup of warm tea? A cozy book amidst the comfort of silence? A podcast or a playlist running as you take in the sun? Your life has more meaning than you think. Put away the phone, your laptop and take in your surroundings. Please, don't be like me! Go to bed at a reasonable hour.

The funny thing about being self-aware is knowing that I will come back within the next thirty seconds to see how this post has been doing. I've already got this site bookmarked. Peak hypocrisy, right?

Jeez, I can't believe I'm writing this. I apologize for all you lactose intolerant readers out there. This is cheesy. Not even your usual Cheddar or American cheese. No, this is some full-on cheese mozzarella pull level shit right here. I'm not responsible for your bathroom needs. Just remember to wash your hands.

If I can try, you can try.

To sum up, keep putting yourself out there and sharing your voice with the world. Even if you don't see it, others do. Even if others don't see it, fuck them. No, you try to see the worth in your work for yourself. If you're tired, let yourself feel the fatigue and take a break.

For those who care, this isn't a goodbye to Tumblr. Just a reminder that it's a website that you can remove yourself from at any time with proper accountability for your actions. It's hard to practice and it's not something that I can give advice on. My brain is only so big.

-Sending lots of love and warm hugs from the bedtime ponderer, Miss KeyRey.

I've got the temperature of my bedroom set to just below freezing. I'm bundled in my many layers of warm, fuzzy blankets. I ordered some ramen takeout for dinner and have taken a nice, long shower. I'm going to let my laptop die because I know I'll be too lazy to put it on charge. Using your weaknesses in a smarter way? Hell yeah. I think I'm ready to try this whole 'sleeping' thing once again. Or whatever you call it.

How many tags is too many?