#nicole deserves better

[nukbody]

Jeckole I've never posted cause....uhhhh.....UHHH

[varsitymarceline]

class of 09 being through nicole's perspective is crazy because she thinks emily is the coolest girl ever and emily is this "trashy" mentally unwell teen who is looked down on by authority figures, does drugs and thinks that she's manipulating her boyfriend for said drugs, but actually her boyfriend is 25, in a notorious gang, and more likely than not grooming her since she's so vulnerable

[legstheoctomobster]

I made this when Flipside came out, but now that the pilot is out I’m jsut gonna release my Jecka agere propaganda >:3

Jecka Agere Headcanons

(Warning: Implied Emotional & Physical Abuse; Implied Grooming/Predatory Behavior/Abuse of power from an authority figure; Alcohol/Substances; Mentions of Violence. None of these things are glorified nor placed in for jokes.)

Involuntary regressor. Definitely a symptom of her PTSD (both from the mall cop and from her father.) Certain triggers like yelling or threats of violence can send her into this headspace, but sometimes it just happens when sick or hungover

Learned about regression from Ms. Ames, who actually supported it and helped her get more comfortable with that idea. Also helped her look at some… past experiences with Mr. Katz in a new context.

Has an age range of 5-9, but can sometimes go lower or higher given the situation.

Nicole is her caregiver! Nicole herself has an inkling of an idea on what Jecka’s going through, but still does a lot of trial and error while looking after her. She’s more like a babysitter/nanny.

Very sweet when regressed, but can get sensitive when she feels like someone is mad at her. Can burst into tears at the drop of a hat.

Prone to tantrums when regressed younger, and usually has them when slipping. During the first bits of her regression, Nicole has sent her to some makeshift timeout chair until she got better at calming the little girl down. Now what she usually does is give her a pillow or stuffie to hug (or beat up.)

Loves decorating everything with stickers. Enables herself by grabbing a few packs of them as well. Also loves those small makeup/eyeshadow kits for kids, and has done both her and Nicole’s makeup with them.

Has a baby blanket that she uses to comfort herself, even at her older states. It’s a crocheted blue and pink blanket that she carries around.

Just gets to heal and get a happy ending :]

Poor baby tapeworm :(

[90rangejuice]

"why are you crying? it's just a movie about a monkey"

the movie:

[lostl1sbons1ster]

the dark side of the modeling industry

[jam-packed]

ive been thinking abt it all day. someone give yuki a gun

[rubywolf0201]

You two are just way too hilarious for your own good.

Anyways, I should think about building the Cunning Hares back sometime soon but not right now with the current patch of the game.

[dasphinxone]

I KNEW the folks on Sleepy Hollow treated Nicole like complete and utter shit. Also, I'm kinda saying fuck Tom Mison, as he seemed to be part of the problem. I guess all that chemistry between them during the show interviews was fake as hell

[thecoffeeloverbutterfly90]

I literally hate Guido (Daniel Day Lewis was actually fab) for, how he treated Luisa. Also, this scene was the best, tho. Luisa deserved better, than Guido. ❤️📽👏

[brogurt]

i look up at the gaps of sunlight,

i miss you more than anything.

[francis forever, mitski]

[gottagobackintime]

Ted and Michelle getting back together would make very little sense and would be a disservice to the characters, especially Ted.

Think about it, you have Ted who has spent three seasons trying to come to terms with his failed marriage and being separated from his son. The marriage failed because his ex-wife fell out of love with him. She then proceeded to get together with their former couple’s therapist without telling him, and she didn’t tell him that she had introduced him to their son. That’s some serious stuff to get over if they were to get together again. Ted deserves better than that.

Are we being led to believe that Michelle is falling in love with Ted again? In that case she’s falling in love with a man who is a mess, and who is at a very low point in his life and I’m not saying that he doesn’t deserve to be loved or be in a relationship because of that, I mean I’m a Ted/Trent shipper so… what I’m saying is, why did she fall out of love with him? Because he was too optimistic, too much with the positivity, too much hiding his true feelings that he himself barely knew affected him? And now that he’s having panic attacks and is depressed, that’s when she’s supposedly falling back in love. When some of his mental health struggles stems from her, not her fault per se, and I’m not putting the blame on her, but you can’t deny that she’s wrapped up in Ted’s struggle with mental health.

It would also feel strange that she’d fall back in love with him when they’re in two different countries with what I assume is very limited contact. We know they talk but how much time do they actually spend on talking about things that doesn’t have to do with Henry? And I know the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” but they tried that and it didn’t work, she still wanted a divorce. The one time we saw her come and visit she cries because she wants out of their marriage. But now all of a sudden, when they’ve gone through a divorce and she’s seeing someone else, then she suddenly wants Ted back? No thank you.

Michelle has honestly treated Ted kind of badly with the whole Jake thing, not telling him that she was serious enough with someone that she wanted to introduce him to their child. And the fact that she's dating their former couple's therapist is such a shitty thing to do. Like honestly, who the fuck does that? I don't blame her for wanting a divorce, that's fine. Yes it sucks for Ted but sometimes these things just happens. But I do not approve of the way she's handled things after the divorce. So for me having them get back together will never be a legitimate option.

I think that they’re building up to them being better co-parents. Getting them to the point where they are friends again. So that they eventually, in the future can have get togethers with their future partners and future grandchildren, without having to have separate celebrations and so on.

[the-badger-mole]

For the ship ask. Ichabbie.

PS Did u see the latest article about the show drama?

I DID see that article, and it has affected my feelings about Ichabbie.

I didn't ship it immediately, but as the first season went on, I couldn't deny the chemistry. I really thought they were heading in that direction in Tempus Fugit, but then the show crapped the bed.

Part of my love for this ship was Nicole and Tom's chemistry behind the scenes. That article really soured him for me, and that has soured the ship in turn. Before that article, I was hoping we'd get a romcom with those two, but if what was said in the article is accurate, he can go pound sand. JUSTICE FOR NICOLE!

[cyarskj1899]

Let me go back to using Tory Lanes vs the State of California decide if i need to cut a nigga off or not, that was a good measure. Cause nigga what is your stance?? Come again??

I ain’t afraid to dump a man because he hates himself by hating black women

same if he also was the type of guy that would be a part of the January 6th insurrection

[frenchswissborder]

OKAY I'm gonna talk about this moment because I think it's REALLY underrated.

Astrid is so perceptive. Like, woman is a linguist and codebreaker. She gets things. She gets both Peter and Olivia on a fundamental level and is the one person who is able to really be like, "no, it's not fine" and that it's not going to be fine for a while.

Anyway I just think we deserved way, way, WAY more of Olivia and Astrid's friendship.

[rindreamery]

two hands on me.

you had agreed to keep your relationship with itoshi rin a secret. but after an important win, he decides he doesn't want to keep you a secret any longer. f1!itoshi rin x reader 𝜗𝜚 fluff, angst if you squint 𝜗𝜚 w.c. 1.6k+ 𝜗𝜚 content: kissing/making out

note. watched that one f1 wag edit of nicole scherzinger and the helmet kiss, and i had to write about this IMMEDIATELY. just with a twist cuz i didn't know how to make a helmet kiss romantic LMAO

it’s late, but the roar of the crowd is lively and deafening around you. it's echoing in your ears.

you stand there in the midst of it, hands clasped together, behind the divider that separates you from the track. but you’re ignoring the noise as you focus on itoshi rin, the man of the hour. there’s tears of overwhelming joy and pride brimming in your eyes, and your heart is racing with excitement from the buzz of watching such a victory.

he’s just finished the race; he’s barely stepping out of his race car before he’s being bombarded by the people around him. you’re not surprised by this. this victory, it’s big. so big. one of the most important in his career, and the entire world is watching him, cheering for him. there’s people who have traveled from all over the world, just to be able to watch him. their phones are pointed at him, immortalizing this moment, and other people are fighting for a sliver of his time.

he deserves every second of this.

you’d been a witness to his hard work; you were there every step of the way. from the long training periods, to the excruciating workout regiment he had to endure to make sure his body was ready for this circuit, and the long hours spent doubting if he could really do it all. you (and him) know better than anyone else that he was meant to win.

you want him to shine. 

but the selfish part of you wants him to know that you’re also watching him, that you’re cheering for him too. that part of you that wants to run onto the track and join him, to hold his face in your hands and tell him how absolutely proud you are. to keep all his attention to yourself, to kiss him until neither of you can breathe. but you stay in your spot— you know you can’t.

all you can do is watch from afar.

your relationship is a secret, after all. a mutual, and carefully hidden truth between the two of you. it was agreed on, after a deep conversation, that it was probably within your best interest to keep it that way. he didn’t want you to get bombarded by his fans. he knew better than anyone else how it felt like to have random people poke their noses into his business, and he didn't want that for you. and you didn’t want to put a damper on his career, knowing that it could ultimately result in the loss of support for him. this is for the best, so you stay hidden.

(but, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t suck to not be able to publicly support him the way he deserves.)

it’s a given that you’re not expecting him to look your way— not here, not now. not when he’s basking in the glory of his victory in a crowd of thousands. his crew was crowding him, equally as thrilled as the audience, and paparazzis were swarming around with flashing cameras all asking for his attention.

right now, you weren’t itoshi rin’s girlfriend. you were just another fan in the crowd, standing there, heart filled with pride and joy.

you’re just about ready to leave, uninterested in going onto the track to watch the podium celebrations, ready to escape the crowd and go back to your shared home. you’ve set your mind on the fact that you’re content on congratulating him when he gets back, surprising him with his favorite meal.

but you don’t get far before the crowd erupts again, and this time, everyone’s pushing past one another to get into your section. you don’t even think about it. you just act on instinct, stepping closer to the barrier once again, curiosity getting the best of you.

and then you see him.

he’s breaking free from the chaos, his eyes scanning the crowd with an urgency you’ve never seen before. and there, in the middle of it all, his eyes land on you. your gazes connect, and your breath gets stuck in your throat. he stumbles for a second, momentarily shoved back by the crowd. and then, the next second— there’s no hesitation in his movements as he pushes past the people, ignoring the gasps of offense.

alarms go off in your head; he’s jogging straight towards you.

he still hasn’t stripped himself of his driving kit, not caring enough about that in that moment. he’s still wearing his helmet, face covered and unreadable, and his hands are still wrapped in his gloves.

but then he’s ripping his gloves off, haphazardly throwing them on the ground behind him as he makes a beeline for you. he’s undoing the clasp of his helmet with clumsy hands, and he doesn’t bother to push it fully off, awkwardly laying on top of his head. once his face is no longer blocked by the tinted plastic, you see that his eyes are staring straight at you. there’s a look of set determination on his face, and you can’t deny the feeling of nervousness that washes over you.

for once, it feels like you don't know what he's thinking of doing.

and then rin’s standing in front of you within seconds, and his breath is ragged and uneven from the jog. but he doesn’t wait to catch his breath. not when all he can think of this one thing: his second win of the night. he doesn’t wait for a word from you— no, he doesn’t have the patience. he doesn’t ask for permission. he’s jumping over the barrier, and his hands are gripping at your hips in a heartbeat, pulling you to him.

"tell me," he’s giving you an out before he does something he can’t take back. “tell me if you don’t want me, this, right now.”

you’re not sure what he means, but you answer anyway. “i want this.”

then everything becomes a blur; it all happens so fast. your mind is still reeling from the shock. from how rin’s acting. and you’re overwhelmed by thoughts of the cameras, now all pointed towards you, and rin standing right in front of you. real, and very much not a hallucination. you’re barely able to register anything before one of his hands is traveling up, pushing at the back of your head to pull you into a kiss.

you freeze, unsure of what to do.

you can't help but make a noise of surprise when you make contact with him. it’s soft at first. his lips are moving with yours in a shallow, but hungry, kiss. as if the words he couldn't say were being poured into it, into you. and then his hand is traveling to the nape of your neck, pressing gently against it, and he’s tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

one of your hands instinctively fly up to cradle his jaw, palm cupping his cheeks, gently. the other hand clings onto the collar of his tracksuit, knuckles turning white from your grip.

his hold on you is firm, grounding you, constantly pulling and clutching at you to keep you close to his body. you can feel the desperation, the way his lips stay locked on yours even as you both run out of breath. even when your mind starts to grow fuzzy, and your brain starts to signal for air. as if, in his mind, you would run away from this.

but you don’t. you would never.

in that moment, the world falls into silence around you. the noise from the crowd fades into the background, and it's just you and him. no cameras, no flashing lights. even the plastic of his helmet, digging into the skin of your head, doesn’t bother you. you know nothing but the feeling of his lips against yours, his two hands on you, and the way his heart is beating in sync with yours.

“rin–” you gasp, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. you're coming to your senses, and your palms are weakly pushing at his chest to pull away from him momentarily. but his hands keep you in place, not wanting to let go. “hold on— i thought we were keeping this a secret? so many people are watching us right now.”

you hate this feeling of being pulled back into the present. the fact that you can feel the overbearing presence of the cameras, and how you can practically feel the stares burning holes into the back of your head. but he’s quick to pull your attention back on him, one hand squeezing at your hip reassuringly, the other tilting your chin to face him. his face softens at your words, almost looking guilty, and his eyes filled with tenderness and vulnerability.

focus on me, you can almost hear him say. it's just me.

you're looking at him expectantly, and he can see the worry in your eyes. this is sudden, he's aware, and he knows you both made an agreement. but rin’s never cared much for the approval of the media— he'd only ever cared about you. it’s his, and your, life and no one else’s business.

he'd made up his mind already. he's willing to fight anyone who insults you, and he doesn't care if he loses the support of some fans. (he knows he'll gain more anyway.) he wants to show everyone who’s been truly supporting him.

his number one fan. the one who's behind all his successes.

rin doesn’t want to hide you any longer— he doesn’t want you to hide any longer. he wants the world to know what’s his.

“i don’t care if they're watching,” he breathes against your lips, forehead resting against yours. your breaths are still shallow, chests heaving against each others, but he’s leaning in again for another. “i want to show off my biggest win.”

and his lips are on yours once again.

© rindreamery, 2024

[tntaylor]

Soooo, I went on ahead and accidentally deleted my account. Yeah. Yeah even after all the warnings. I thought I was getting rid of a sub-account.

Dzaaaaaaammmmnnnnn.

Have to find all my old tags. Well. First things first.