#not that i expect y'all to not be but you get it

[stargirlstabber]

sharing is caring

featuring. sevika and jinx

a/n. i wrote this tonight and uh- not guaranteed that everything makes sense, i typed that in my notes with my eyes half in my skull already :) english isn't my first language, but i already know y'all don't care✨

cw. smut, MDNI, smoking, riding vika's strap on, nipple play, some spanks, dom/sub

sevika leaned back on the couch in silco's office. she smoked a cigarette while she watched you struggle to lift yourself up and down on her thick strap on.

ridden of any clothing that might get in the way, your body was bare. a big contrast to your girlfriend, who was almost fully clothed under you, pants only opened enough to secure the strap on on her hips. sevika liked that contrast.

"c'mon, little girl, you can do better than that", she patted your thigh with her mechanical arm, gripping your flesh before giving it a spank.

without a warning, sevika skyrocketed her hips, pushing her strap on up to a place you thought it couldn't reach. with squeezed shut eyes, you let your body fall forward, burying your girlfriend's face between your tits. a smirk was across her lips, liking the gaspy moan that left your plump lips.

her hand now gave your ass a rather harsh spank, "i didn't tell you to stop, did i? go on."

your trembling legs were on either side of her hips and your sweaty hands on her collarbones, trying to steady yourself, still feeling her deep inside as you continue to lift yourself up and down. the muscular woman comfortably slouched there, admiring your bouncing tits and enjoying your whines and whimpers as you ride her.

but she didn't expect jinx to come in. not at all. the blue haired girl was taken off guard by the sight, but shrugged it off quickly, walking towards the two of you. puffing some smoke out, sevika glanced at her over your shoulder.

feeling a new hand snaking its way up and giving your breast a squeeze, your head whipped around in surprise, seeing a hue of blue before the second hand quickly comes up and turns your head back to facing sevika.

"tut tut tut, keep your eyes on her."

jinx.

and you did, your eyes met sevika's orbs. she just nodded, wordlessly telling you that it's okay for her, if you were okay with it. it was your time to nod.

you didn't have anything against the idea of jinx joining in, knowing sevika would stop her if she'd done something she shouldn't.

jinx has always liked teasing you. ever since sevika introduced her to you after you unexpectedly showed up to bring your girlfriend something she forgot at home.

now she's teasing you again. just not with words, but this time with actions. with her hands.

her fingers rolled your nipples between them, tugging and squeezing the sensitive buds here and there to tickle a moan out of you as she helped you, guiding your movements on top of sevika.

the young woman's voice was close to your ear, "oh, you like that, huh? me playing with these little nubs, hm?"

the only answer she got was a whine when her hands left your tits.

"don't you worryyy, just concentrate on giving your girlfriend a show", her hands ran down your sides before going to your drenched little cunt, targeting your swollen clit as her next victim.

you were being a good girl, so you did as you were told. you concentrated on giving sevika her 'show'.

hands still on her collarbones for a tiny bit of support, you started once again. lifting your hips before going back down again and again and again.

the room was filled with moans, whines and whimpers from you, here and there a groan or a huff from sevika and snickers from jinx. and, of course, the squelchy sound of your pussy stretching around vika's dick.

soon, very soon actually, another orgasm tightened inside of you, crash I down on you like a tsunami.

your vision went white, limbs shaking as your mouth hung open, unable to push a single sound out at the overwhelming feeling.

with a smirk on her face, the blue haired kept on assaulting your clit, not leaving the overstimulated bud alone for even a second.

sevika started rocking her hips up into you with a steady rhythm, pushing two of her fingers into your mouth.

you, still in a daze, instinctively started sucking, swirling your tongue around her digits.

"sharing is caring", jinx's eyes practically lit up after she scooped a little amount of cum, that pushed itself fast the tight fit of you around sevika, and greedily tasted it, "gotta get her to give me more of that."

vika's hand now took a hold of your hair and  pulled you down, "you gonna be a good girl for me and give jinx what she wants?"

[smashorpassgilf]

Hey guys! Happy 2025. In a month exactly, this blog has been polling people over 50 for a full year. Kinda crazy, IMO, since I didn't expect this to get more than like a hundred followers, but it's really cool that this has gotten as popular as it as, I feel pretty damn honored to have been here with y'all.

Now, I've been considering this for about 6 months, I'm sure a lot of you saw this coming, but there's goign to be a couple changes to the blog.

The blog will be going back to it's previous URL of 'smashorpassgilf', but in combination, the age minimum of the blog will be going up. the new minimum age will be 60 years old.

If you have submitted someone who is in their 50s, they will still be polled. All 50 year olds should be polled by the one year anniversary of the blog. Once we have all 50 year olds through the queue, we'll move everyone to their own page on the spreadsheet, but with only a couple exceptions, the submission has to be over 60 now.

If you have any questions, please don't use anon so I can reply privately.

[may-be-a-plant]

So I actually have personal beef with these guys. I live in an area thats fairly swampy, with lots of reeds and cattails which Red Wings adore.

They absolutely love a tall stick to perch on and survey their domain.

First problem. Red Wings are also VERY territorial. That is THEIR tall stick and they will defend it from the gods themselves if they deem it necessary.

Second problem. Despite our best conservation efforts, swampland IS receding, and the territorial-ness of Red Wings means they have to try to spread themselves out over a small amount of available breeding ground.

This means they get creative.

Third problem. Street signs, lamp posts and telephone poles are all readily available tall sticks.

Fourth problem. Red Wings have no concept of public property.

This resulted exactly as you could expect.

Few years back I used to walk to work on a route that took me directly under a telephone pole claimed by a Red Wing.

He yelled and shrieked at me but I paid him no mind as I had already previously experienced harassment from other wild animals, including being sassed by a pair of ducks.

His Kingly Righteousness did not appreciate his threats being ignored, and I was bothering HIS tall stick.

And so as I'm walking passed the Tallest and Most Revered Stick, I felt what I at first thought was a small rock hitting the back of my head. (I was wearing a knitted hat at the time.)

I look around confused because 'who DOES that!?' and see nothing.

Perturbed I cautiously continue on my path only to feel the same rock-hitting-head sensation again. I whip around in time to see the angriest little bird I've ever witnessed flapping away, shrieking and squawking like I had personally insulted its mother.

Realizing what had happened, I booked it out of there.

Fifth problem. I never learned how to drive, and that route was the only one available to get to and from work.

Thus began a rather memorable era of my life known as "That time I feuded with a random bird".

Every work day for that entire breeding season began and ended with me quickly and cautiously passing through the kingdom of He-of-the-Cacophanous-Scream, hoping he would stay put upon his most glorious tall stick.

Anxiety was had and insults where thrown from both parties. (Its not my fault you chose a public walkway to defend, my guy, get over yourself please) and eventually that season ended, as did our feud.

Now every time I see a Red Wing on a public roadway I eyeball it with great disdain until I pass out of its range, to the amusement of my family.

So yeah, if y'all could donate to swamp and wetlands conservation to get these guys more living space so they dont feel like they have to claim telephone poles and harass pedestrians, that would be really cool.

Love y'all, stay safe out there! 🩷

Red-Winged Blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus), male, family Icteridae, order Passeriformes, ALB, Canada

photograph by Tim Hopwood

[msbigredmachine]

New To This - Chapter 18

MASTERLIST

Delilah leaned against the locker room bench, utterly drained. Her body ached in places she didn’t even know could hurt, and the weight of exhaustion pressed on her chest like a boulder. Last night had been… intense, to say the least. Between the altercation with Yandi, the stress of competition, and her “training” session in her room with Josh, she’d barely managed to scrape together two hours of sleep. Now, the morning tournament loomed over her like a cruel taskmaster, demanding strength she wasn’t sure she had left.

The locker room buzzed with quiet conversation as a few girls chatted in the corner. Their laughter felt distant and foreign, like it came from another world where people weren’t suffocating under the weight of expectations. Delilah couldn’t bring herself to join in—or even to care. If she could just survive this day without anyone bothering her, she’d consider it a victory.

She had just finished lacing up her boots when a voice cut through her solitude.

“You hear that Yandi got kicked out of the tournament?”

Delilah glanced up to see a young, dark-skinned woman, bright-eyed and confident, plop down beside her. The girl grinned, clearly expecting some kind of response, but Delilah’s exhaustion wouldn’t let her muster more than a faint shrug.

“Thanks, by the way,” the girl continued, undeterred. “That’s one less bitch to worry about.”

Delilah raised an eyebrow, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Right,” she replied coolly, returning to her bag for a roll of tape. The news should have brought her some relief—Yandi had been an absolute menace to her—but right now, even relief felt like too much effort.

“I’m Temi,” the girl introduced herself, extending a hand into Delilah’s line of sight. When Delilah didn’t reciprocate, Temi simply cracked her knuckles and leaned back against the lockers. “Brrr, cold. Everyone knows she started the fight, so you can chill. You don’t gotta worry about that bitch no more.”

Before Delilah could respond, Temi stood and gave her a friendly pat on the back. “She was just jealous. She’s about the only girl in this locker room that hasn’t fucked a famous wrestler at some point.”

Delilah froze mid-wrap, her head snapping up to meet Temi’s smirking gaze. “Excuse me?”

Temi shrugged, completely unfazed. “I mean, it’s not exactly a secret, is it? You’ve been hanging out with Jey, right? People talk.”

Delilah’s stomach churned. “How do they even know that?”

Temi chuckled as two other girls sauntered over, joining the conversation. “You train with, what? Five, six other girls?” she asked. Delilah held up five fingers, her expression guarded. “And you’re the only one with a WWE contract? Bitches talk, babe, mostly out of jealousy. Then Jey shows up at your gym a couple of times? Somebody sees him around town? They've probably seen y'all together, too. People notice things.”

“And they connect the dots,” one of the other girls chimed in. “Or, you know, they make up their own dots. Doesn’t matter. Somebody’s always watching you now.”

That realization hit Delilah like a freight train. She’d known the spotlight would come with scrutiny, but this was different. It wasn’t just trainers and scouts evaluating her potential; it was everyone. Every move she made, every interaction, every whisper—it was all under a microscope.

“How long you been doing this?” Delilah asked, trying to steady her voice.

Temi smirked, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. “Six years. And yeah, I’ve been through it. We all have.” She gestured to the girls behind her. “Cassie over there? She’s been hooking up with Damian Priest.”

Cassie beamed. “He’s flying me to New York after the tournament. We’re spending the week together.”

“Lauryn?” Temi nodded at the other girl. “She had a thing with Montez and Bianca. At the same time.”

Delilah’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Lauryn shrugged. “It was fun. They’re premiere athletes for a good reason.”

It was getting more and more difficult to keep her jaw from dropping. “And you?” Delilah pressed, crossing her arms. “What’s your story?” When the girls behind her giggled, Delilah's eyebrow shot up. "Who?"

Lauryn put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Temi here has seduced no less than three world champions," she winked, counting off on her fingers. "Rollins, Punk, and Drew. She was all their first dark meat." 

Shaking her head, Delilah’s mouth finally fell open. "Bullshit," she spat. "There is no fucking way."

Temi just nodded confidently. "Oh, there's a way," she assured. "Actually, with Rollins, there's a lotta ways," she smirked, reaching out to pat Delilah's shoulder in reassurance. "Listen, Yandi's a bitch. Nobody likes her, and now she's gone. Let that shit go," she advised with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Do your thing. Go as far as you can in this tournament. Boost your profile. You’ll need it when you start training properly at the Performance Center."

As the girls filed out, Delilah couldn’t shake the conversation. Their blasé attitudes, their stories, their warnings—it was all too much. She turned to the mirror, adjusting her gear when another voice, low and cool, cut through her thoughts again.

“So you’re the one he left me for.”

Delilah spun around, her eyes narrowing at the woman who stepped out of the shadows, immediately put Delilah on edge. She’d seen her wrestle several times through this tournament. Chloe. A striking presence both in and out of the ring, her athletic build and confident demeanor commanding attention wherever she went. With a rich brown complexion that seemed to glow under the spotlight and expressive hazel eyes, her curls, often styled in bold, intricate looks, were as dynamic as her wrestling persona—a combination of grace and grit that made her memorable. Offstage, she didn’t interact much with the others, a guarded side to her, shaped by the challenges she had faced in a male-dominated industry.

“I come in peace,” Chloe said with a faint smirk. “I was listening in on all the bragging. Quite the stellar lineup of superstars, huh? If only most of them weren’t recycled. Like yours, sorry to say.”

“What are you talking about?” Delilah asked, her voice sharp.

She extended a hand. “I’m Chloe.” When Delilah didn’t shake it, Chloe shrugged. “You’re not the only one Josh has had a fling with.”

Delilah frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”

Chloe smirked as she leaned against the lockers, her tone casual but tinged with a deliberate edge. “It was about two years ago, back in Atlanta. I was out with some girlfriends celebrating a birthday—looking fine, if I do say so myself—when Josh and his crew strolled into the club after SmackDown. His presence was impossible to ignore; he had that swagger, you know? I caught him looking at me from across the room, and let’s just say, he wasn’t subtle. He sent over a drink, then another, and before I knew it, I was in the VIP section with him. He had this way of making you feel like you were the only woman in the room. Smooth, charming, with that cocky little smirk that told you he thought he had you wrapped around his finger. And yeah, I guess he did—at least for a while.”

Delilah was speechless. Sounds about right.

She paused, brushing imaginary lint off her sleeve, as if the memory wasn’t worth more than a moment’s thought. “But, you know, it fizzled out. He wasn’t exactly available, if you catch my drift.” Her eyes flick to Delilah meaningfully. “Married men have a way of forgetting their wedding rings when they’re on the road. And sure, it was fun at first, but it got old fast. Sneaking around, his half-assed excuses, him dodging my calls when he was in town sometimes? Not my style. I don’t chase nobody, so I ended it. Of course, he didn’t take it too hard—men like Josh always find someone else to keep them entertained.” She flashed a smug smile. “Looks like you’re the lucky rebound.”

Delilah’s stomach churned as the words sank in. For nearly a year she’d been seeing Josh, and not once had he mentioned anything like this. The idea that she could be just another notch on his belt—the way Chloe clearly saw her—made her heart twist. Her hands tightened into fists at her sides, but she forced her face to remain neutral, unwilling to give Chloe the satisfaction of seeing her rattle. Still, the revelation gnawed at her, a sour taste rising in her throat as she wondered if everything she thought she had with Josh was just another game to him.

But just as she feared, Chloe could see right through her thoughts. She flashed Delilah a kind smile. “Don’t worry, sweetie, that’s all said and done. It’s all in the past. Besides, I think I’ve more than upgraded.”

Delilah’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

Chloe leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. “I woulda said his name out loud, but the NDA I signed means I can’t say much.” Her smirk widened. “I could show you though, if you’d like.”

Delilah couldn’t help but nod, curiosity getting the best of her. She watched as Chloe pulled out her phone. She handed Delilah an AirPod. “You’re the only one I’m showing this to, so if this gets out, it's you, and I'll fuck you up.”

Delilah hesitated, but eventually placed the AirPod in her ear. The video on Chloe’s phone played, showing a man with long, dark hair between Chloe’s legs, his hands gripping her thighs as her moans rang through Delilah’s ears. Her breath hitched as the man lifted his head, revealing Roman Reigns’ unmistakable face. He licked his lips, smirked at the camera, and growled, “Turn that shit off.”

The video cut, and Delilah stared at Chloe in complete shock.

“Hot, right?” Chloe teased, fanning herself dramatically. “That family’s got top-tier pussy eaters.” She shrugged. “But here’s the thing: to them, we’re not special. Just another warm body. Don’t take it personal. Use them for what they’re worth—get your rent paid, get a contract, whatever. But don’t give them your heart. That’s the game, sweetheart. If you wanna survive this business, you need to learn how to play it.”

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Thankfully, the remainder of the tournament unfolded without a hitch. Delilah advanced to the semi-finals, where her journey came to an end. Though she didn’t take home the win, she left with a sense of accomplishment and gratitude for the experience. By the time she was heading back to Pensacola, she was content with how far she had come. True to his word, Josh had upgraded her seat to first class so they could sit together on the flight back. It wasn’t just a plane ride; it felt like their own private six-hour date in the sky.

They made the most of every moment. Between sharing a few tequila shots, stealing sweet kisses, and watching movies, they fell into an easy rhythm that felt both playful and intimate. As the hours passed, they curled up together, their seats reclined into makeshift beds. Delilah found comfort in the warmth of Josh’s embrace, and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep with his arm draped protectively around her. For those fleeting hours, it was as if the outside world didn’t exist—just the two of them savoring what little time they had left.

But as the plane began its descent into Pensacola, reality crept back in. Delilah’s chest tightened with the weight of what was coming next. When the wheels touched down, she felt a sharp pang in her heart, knowing this was the moment they’d part ways for good. The knowledge made her throat ache, and she wished, just for a second, that they had a little more time.

The private wing of the airport felt colder than it should have, the early morning silence pressing heavily on Delilah’s chest. Josh stood in front of her, his duffel slung casually over his shoulder, but his eyes told a different story—there was a heaviness in them that mirrored the ache in her heart. They had shared so many moments, stolen kisses, and whispered secrets over the past year, but this felt like the end of something neither of them was truly ready to let go of.

Josh rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled slowly, his broad shoulders sagging under the weight of their unspoken goodbye. “So this is it, huh,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, as though speaking louder would shatter the fragile connection still lingering between them.

Delilah bit her lip, willing herself not to cry, but it was a losing battle. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “This is it.” Her words trembled under the weight of her emotions. She knew this was the right decision—for her career, for her sanity—but it didn’t make it any easier to let go of someone who had become so much a part of her world.

Josh stepped closer, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip, a touch so gentle it made her knees weak. “You gon’ miss me?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with an undeniable sadness.

Delilah’s lip trembled despite her best efforts, and her eyes filled with tears. “More than you’ll ever know,” she admitted, her voice cracking. The truth of it burned in her throat. She would miss the way he made her laugh, the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the room, the way he always knew just what to say to calm her nerves. She would miss everything about him, and the thought of not having him in her life felt unbearable.

Josh didn’t respond right away. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly she could feel his heartbeat against her cheek. She clung to him like she was afraid he’d disappear the moment she let go, her tears soaking into his shirt. 

“I don’t wanna let you go,” she whispered, her voice breaking with raw emotion.

He pressed his lips to her hair, his own voice thick with longing. “Then don’t.” The words hung in the air between them—a plea, a promise, and a goodbye all at once.

Delilah pulled back just enough to look up at him, her hand resting on his cheek. “We have to,” she said, her voice steady despite the tears clogging it. “I can’t do this right now, Josh. I need to focus on my career, and you—” She stopped, swallowing the lump in her throat. “You need to figure out what you want.”

Josh’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he might argue, might ask her to stay, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. It wasn’t the kind of kiss meant to ignite a fire; it was the kind meant to say everything he couldn’t put into words. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. “Take care, Delilah,” he murmured, his voice so soft she almost didn’t hear it.

“You too,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She forced a weak smile, though her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. “And thank you… for everything.”

Josh just nodded, his dark eyes searching hers for a moment longer before he stepped back, creating a distance that felt insurmountable. For a split second, Delilah considered running after him, begging him to stay, but she knew it wouldn’t change anything. She had to let him go.

As she watched him walk away, her chest tightened, the reality of their parting sinking in. Tank, standing a few feet away, awkwardly cleared his throat and gestured toward the waiting car. Delilah wiped at her tears, slipping on her sunglasses to hide the evidence of her heartbreak. Tank nudged her shoulder gently as they walked to the car. “You did the right thing, kid,” he said, his voice kind but firm. “He gets that.”

Delilah nodded, but the words offered little comfort. As the car pulled away, she stared out the window, replaying every moment with Josh in her mind—the laughter, the fights, the stolen moments that had made the past several months unforgettable. She knew she’d made the right choice, but the ache in her chest told her it was going to be a long time before she stopped missing him.

She was pulling up to her sister Simone’s front door when her phone rang. The area code wasn’t from here, and she didn't recognize the number. Still, something pushed at her to answer the call. "Hello?"

"May I speak to Delilah Parrish, please?" the sweet voice on the other end asked.

Delilah leaned her hip against her suitcase. "Yes, this is Delilah," she responded, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Hi Delilah, my name is Emilia, and I'm with Dr. Gonzalez's office in Orlando," she said, "You came in for a physical last week?" she questioned.

Nodding and exhaling a sigh of relief, Delilah cleared her throat. "Yes, I did," she assured the nurse. As part of the recruitment process, WWE had requested she take a physical with their recommended medical facility. Delilah had done it with zero issues. She was determined that nothing was going to hinder her commencing training at the PC, and though she knew she was in good health, she would jump through any other hoop they asked to prove it.

"Well," Emilia spoke with a cheerful smile that for some reason was grating Delilah's nerves in her current state of mind. "Everything looks great. You're healthy as a horse, and we just sent the results to you via email," she said. "However, there’s just one thing that we want to make sure you are aware of, considering the degree of physicality you regularly engage in." Emilia cleared her throat. "You’re pregnant, Miss Parrish. Congratulations."

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

can I request ‘accidentally calling the other wife/husband’ for lando please 🥹

girlfriend? wife? ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Prompt: 63. accidentally calling the other wife/husband

𓆉 ln x reader 𐙚

𓆉 fluff 𐙚

masterlist ☾☼

1. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

just as the car reached the hotel, lando immediately held your hand. there were crowds of people on both sides, restricted by a barricade.

"you know what to do, right?" he asked you, softly.

"yes, lovie. we've done this hundreds of times before," you replied, unable to keep the smile hidden.

"i know, i know. i just worry. ever since my tiktok started showing me all those videos of celebrities getting attacked, i've been paranoid,"

"i'm aware. you forget, though, that you're the celebrity,"

lando tsked, "half the time, these people talk to me about you. the only reason they're fans of me is because of you,"

you laughed, and lando opened the door, stepping out. you followed. immediately, you walked inside the hotel with your head down, and watched lando from inside the safety of the hotel.

lando was taking his time and signing whatever was getting shoved in his face, smiling and interacting with a few of the fans as well. he took selfies, marvelled at the nail art that some of them had done, had brief discussions about tattoo designs for the fan. he loved it.

somewhere between the cheers of the fans, lando looked at the hotel entrance, searching for you. when he couldn't see you, he pouted, whispering to himself, "where's my wifey?"

the fans nearby heard him, and began cheering louder. lando's eyes widened as he realised his mistake.

well, fuck.

2. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

they had another mini break after singapore. the team were all gathered at the mtc, just reviewing the past few races, and discussing what they were planning for the upcoming races.

zak and andrea had given speeches, as were expected, and then oscar and lando were called on stage as well.

oscar gave his speech first, though, it was just him thanking the team, andrea, zak, and lando, and how he was grateful for all their help in hungary and baku especially.

then, it was lando's turn.

"i think, oscar summed it up pretty well, actually. nothing left for me to say."

people laughed.

"um, yeah, no, i'm really thankful for all the hardwork that every person in this room has done. i mean, like oscar said, it wouldn't have been possible with any of y'all. our wins are yours, because really, we just go out and drive. everything else is all you," he said, gesturing to the room full of people.

"and, while i am so happy to be able to work with all of you, i really need to give special mentions to andrea, zak, oscar, jon, my mechanics, my wife-"

the crowd burst out in teasing "ooohs" and lando slapped a hand over his eyes as he laughed.

"we're not married yet. i keep doing that. we're not married yet. besides, when we get married, i'd call all of you. most of you. some. no, all." lando broke off again, as the crowd laughed.

he turned towards his girlfriend, and said, "babe, i've made a commitment now. we gotta have a huge wedding,"

everyone laughed again, including you.

"i'm gonna go bankrupt with so many people at the wedding,"

people continued laughing.

"how about this, the reception would be from mclaren?" zak said, wrapping an arm around lando's shoulders as he laughed.

"oh, how nice of you, zak,"

"no! it's gonna be all papaya! i'm not getting married in papaya colours!" you shouted from the side, smiling.

"huh? it's gonna be all papaya? well, babe, we gotta make sacrifices here," lando said.

the laughs of everyone mixed together, and eventually, lando composed himself enough to continue his speech.

3. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

max was streaming on twitch. he wasn't doing anything in particular, really. he was just there, chatting with the chat, but mostly talking to lando who was sprawled on the bed behind him.

niran was on his way to max's apartment, and max and lando were just patiently waiting for their friend.

max began reading some of the comments in the chat, and responding, when one of them caught his eye.

"who is lando texting so angrily?" max read out loud. he turned and looked at his friend, who was still quickly typing on his phone.

"mate, who are you texting?" max asked, watching lando's concentrated face.

"the wifey," lando mumbled.

immediately, max turned to the chat and said, "he's not married! he's a dumbass who gets words mixed up! they're still only dating!"

"huh?" lando looked up, confused.

"you called her your wife." max explained.

lando groaned, "it keeps happening, i don't even know why,"

"right, cause that makes so much sense. what are you fighting with her about anyway?" he asked.

lando looked at his friend, confused, "we're not fighting,"

"then why do you look so mad?"

"do i? we were just planning our trip next month, and i was focused on that," lando revealed.

"that makes sense. do y'all fight though?"

lando's attention was back at his phone as he began typing again, "no. i do something stupid, she yells at me, i apologise,"

"what if she does something stupid?" max asked.

lando looked up from his phone, and the two best friends stare at each other for a few seconds before they burst out laughing. lando rolled on the bed as he laughed, and max fell off his chair.

the chat buzzed, trying to figure out what was so funny, but max and lando couldn't stop laughing.

"what if she does something stupid? oh, max, that was the funniest shit you've ever said," lando laughed.

"i knew it the moment i said it," max responded through his laughter.

"the only stupid thing she does is me," lando said, calming down a little.

"oh, for fuck's sake, lando!" max yelled at him, making him dissolve into laughter again.

+

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

lando was sweating, his cap on his head was hiding the mess that his curls had become. he ran a hand through his face to wipe off the excess sweat as he paid attention to the question.

"so, lando, first pole position of the season in the very first race. how do you feel about that?" the interviewer asked.

"um, i mean, i feel good about it, obviously. seems like a good start, honestly, and the car is working beautifully, so i have no complaints there. it all just comes down to me, really," he said, grabbing his water bottle.

"that's good to here. do you think you'll be able to win tomorrow?"

"that's- uh, that's hard to say. i mean, we've got competition from both ferraris, and then there's max and george, who are also excellent drivers, so its hard to say. our goal for today was a pole, and our goal for tomorrow is a podium, if not a win,"

"right. and, who do we have with you as a support for the first race of the season?" the interviewer took a lighter tone, and lando immediately smiled.

"i've got my family here, a few of my friends who could come down here, and i've got my girlfriend," he responded.

"that's beauti-"

"no, wait. my wife. my girlfriend. no, my wife, my wife. i've been so used to calling her my girlfriend in public and my wife in my head that i keep getting them mixed up," lando laughed, holding his left hand up where his wedding ring glimmered.

"oh yes! you got married at the start of this year!"

"yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. finally married her, and then got her to sign the license. burned it the next day so there's no way she can divorce me now. we're stuck together for life," lando said, making the interviewer laugh.

"it's a beautiful wedding band," the interviewer complimented.

lando put his hand up again, showing the ring to the camera, "right? she picked it. she has amazing taste in stuff like this, i can't even tell you. she's just perfect, man,"

"alright, well, it's nice to see you in such good spirits! crush it tomorrow, yeah?" the interviewer said.

"for her? anything," lando said, scoffing, as if the mere thought of him not doing anything for his wife was just plain stupid.

the interviewer laughed again, as lando walked away.

𓇼🐚☾☼🦪

honestly, one of my favourite things i've ever written. i hope i've done justice to the prompt, anon! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04

[penvisions]

dev's 2025 - fic updates

hey, y'all ♡♡

it's been a hectic first week of the year with getting registered for the spring semester, tackling the lingering hectic business of the cafes that the bakery i work for run, and finally decorating / painting my space into something that feels more like me

here's what to expect from me in the next couple of months~

timestamp- by the grit of sandpaper {jackson! joel miller x reader}

epilogue - return the favor {jackson! joel miller x town physician! reader}

chapter four - zest {chef! joel miller x professor! reader}

chapter eight - gone to the dogs {qz! joel miller x reader}

chapter two - services requested {older! joel miller x sugar momma! reader}

chapter one - black hole sun {joel miller x reader}

part III - stages of devotion {no-outbreak! joel miller x baker! reader}

chapter twenty four - of beskar and kyber {din djarin x force sensitive! reader}

i'm rather excited to share them ALL with you. which are you the most excited for?

*pls note, i literally just copy and pasted the taglist from my top two fics. if you no longer wish to be tagged in updates and new chapters, i will absolutely respect that! just let me know, love y'all

@pedrospatch @morning-star-joy @sawymredfox @pascalpvnk @littlemisspascal

@merz-8 @orcasoul @sabmat @dreamingofleon @keylimebeag

@picassopedro @tuquoquebrute @alejaa-a @jessthebaker @joeloverture

@joelscruff @swiftispunk @tightjeansjavi @undercoverpena @corazondebeskar

@honeyedmiller @novas-dreamworld @slugz-writes-shit @hiroikegawa @dugiioh

@persephone-girl @furiousmushroom @copperhalfcent @lizlil @hiddenbabynyc

@part2joelmiller @formulafun @noisynightmarepoetry @sofiparallel

@blueberrylemon7 @maryrhodalouandted @joelsdagger @fluff-lover

@communism-bitches @slugz-writes-shit @mosssbawls @vie-is-punk

@ohhellotherebumblebee @koshkaj-blog @amyispxnk @wand-erer5

@evolnoomym @here-briefly @msjarvis @sofiacaterina

@badwolfvexa @lotusbxtch @copperhalfcent @anoverwhelmingdin

@megjohnston23 @axshadows @purple-fig @paleidiot @her-fandom-sanctum

@auteurdelabre @paradisedixon @communism-bitches @ghotifishreads

@sugar-n-spice @millersblud @yopossum @sp00kylibrary @morallyinept

@desuidesu @mabelsbubble @diirtymartini @thundermartini @mrsmando

@emeraldbloodcrown @mara-tevith-solo @76bookworm76 @persephone-girl

@jellybeanxc @clawdee @wethairjoel @darkheartgatita

@copperhalfcent @getitoutofmymindwrites @burntheedges @punkshort

[silenzahra]

I honestly didn't expect this silly post to become so popular lol 🤭 Thank y'all for your reblogs! I'm so glad you liked it and had so much fun reading your additions 😄💖

I still can't get over his determined face while his butt is literally on fire 😂😂

This boy is on fire 🔥🎶

[neunnnnnnn]

SLEEP PARALYSIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND+ LONG STORYTIME OF HOW I SHIFTED WITH IT ✨

Okay here me out as someone who has been "traumatised" during sleep paralysis ( I felt a hand go up my legs and I was wearing a night dress mind you) it's not actually as scary as you might think.

Because Sleep paralysis is when a person transitions between sleep stages, particularly from REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, during which the body is naturally paralyzed to prevent acting out dreams, into wakefulness.

It is harmless and I'm sorry to say this but those "shadows" that you see are actually a projection of your subconscious mind. What is it that's actually scaring you?

Is something that you should seek to discover or else you might be stuck and keep on waking up every time you feel an intense symptom or feeling. Journal it or whatever method you use and tell yourself that it's all in your head and that you are more powerful than that and most importantly you are safe.

Storytime

Okay so I was planning on doing an awake method and I decided to lay on my back since I sleep when I'm in a comfortable position. Anyway I got my subliminal and started counting. I counted till 100 then I started affirming I felt the usual symptoms; twitching, feeling really hot etc but then nothing was happening and was starting to get impatient. I told myself lemme just count the last time till 50 then I'll just go to sleep because I was also starting to get sleepy. I started counting then when I reached 15 I felt a pressure on my chest like something was pushing me down like aggressively but I told myself that I'm not going to get scared cause I thought I was shifting so I continued counting. I reached around 35 when my eyes opened on its own , I was so excited but when I looked around I was still in my room and I almost crashed out because I was so done atp 😭✋🏽. I tried to move but I couldn't and I could still hear the subliminal that's when I knew that I had sleep paralysis. Since I've never seen any "demons/shadows" I wasn't scared and I thought lemme try shifting to my Dr but I didn't specify which one and it still pisses me off to this day!!!

Anyway I started affirming that, " I'm in my Dr" over n over when suddenly my legs started floating and my eyes like shut themselves and I couldn't open them I started being scared because wth 😭. Anyway I just kept affirming and then I saw flashlights, it was like there were cameras flashing around my eyes . When suddenly everything stopped and my eyes opened by itself.

I noticed that I was in an all white room with white sheets and there was a woman next to me. I sat up because I was confused on which reality I was in and I looked at the woman and saw that it was Aurora ( the singer, I luv her sm😭) she was seated on the bed and was reading a book , she glanced at me and I immediately asked her which building are we in and she looked at me like I was fucking crazy and started saying that my jokes are turning to be pathetic, like huh?!?😭 Y'all I was so offended I had even forgotten that I had shifted for a second. I just decided not to argue with her and I looked outside the window on my left and it looked like the medieval times? I'm not sure and the buildings were like the old times designed . I looked down at myself and I saw that I was white ( I'm mixed) and that's when I was like, "Did I shift to a reality where I'm a white person?"( Oh and I was wearing a grandma nightdress 😭it was cute tho it was in baby pink) Immediately I stood up wanting to like know where the hell I was but then I couldn't move my legs like I couldn't lift them so I was just awkwardly standing there trying to lift them and Aurora sighed saying " How do you expect to walk after the night you just had?"

WHEN I TELL YOU MY JAW WAS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR I LITERALLY SCREAMED AT HER"WHAT?! " and she told me to shut up 😭. Anyway she said that 'he' told her to come up to check on me because I wasn't waking up!!! I was shocked and I just kept thinking " Did I just get fucked a few hours before I shifted here? What if I had shifted in the middle of it?!" My mind was so chaotic and I couldn't even think of anyone that could have been 'him'

Anyway Aurora came and pushed back on the bed telling me that I have to rest because I haven't really slept much but then I started feeling like my body was being pulled down and I knew that I was shifting back and started pleading to Aurora to help me up because I was not sleepy but she insisted and told me to sleep and that she'll be right back and then I woke up here.

I was in shock for like 5 minutes and I couldn't even leave the bed, I was feeling a little disoriented and nauseous, I also noticed that my body had moved positions to me laying on my side.

Hope this motivates you n that you don't need any genetics to shift that's a load of bullshit🚮, your cat can even shift if it could who knows . And this was to also show you that sleep paralysis isn't scary or bad and can actually be useful. I'm still not sure if you can manifest through it but I'll try next time and see✨.

This is what I Saw one woman wearing, not sure which time period this is.

[lamelysgirlie]

I might take a break for the shifting community because some of y'all are getting too comfortable. I understand how things may come across on the internet but remember: I am a literal human being. Not some robot, not some god, a human. I expect and accept respect just as much as I give it. If you want to talk or ask me a question, you respond/ ask respectfully. I do not tolerate disrespect at any level and I will throw it right back if I receive any. I will also apologize if I responded in a rude way. Just bring it to my attention.

Do not start an argument or a war with me over perception values.

Do not read my comments or blogs and take it seriously to the point of anger.

Edit: I'm closing my ask. I don't know when I will re-open so don't ask.

[lovefrombegonia]

I think the reason jayvik is hitting me so hard coz I didn't EXPECT jayvik to hit so hard in season 2. These two characters are affecting more than what I thought others would. It's kind of the same with how I reacted to qijiu and beefleaf. I cannot express in words what kind of visceral reaction my brain had when I read their stories y'all. I was exhausted and numb but I wanted to scream into the void at the same time. I was affected for weeks and months. I slowed down working because I couldn't escape them. I was mourning for bonds that were never mine. I was like...yeah these characters are fine on their own but I don't see that much of---HOLY MOTHER OF MADHURI THEY HIT ME WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER OF "DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE BUT IF NOT YOU THEN NO ONE ELSE WILL DO" 💔

Yeah...ok. I am supposed to just move on now?? I CAN'T.

I'm supposed to move from the yue qi and shen jiu extras after them showing how much these two meant to each other, how much they defined each other, and them delivering the line of how two trails of blood lines travelled towards each other but never met?

I'm supposed to move on after the betrayal that black water arc where he xuan is basically destroying shi qingxuan but at the same time, doing shit that seems like he also doesn't want to hurt--and then leaving him alive--and then keeping the wind master fan--and then I should just not dwell on their situationship forever? No. I can't move on.

I can't move on from the fact that in all timelines, in all possibilities, only Jayce could make Viktor realise his mistakes and his humanity. That Jayce always saw beauty in Viktor. That Jayce chose to die with Viktor, holding him one last time.

These couples stayed static after the end of their stories in the letters and drawings of their creators. But their "what are we..." keeps ringing in my mind, whenever I think about them. They are alive in my brain, trying to desperately reach out to each other, fighting, clawing, bleeding for each other, to touch each other, and attain the happy endings they will never get. And I witness their despair and fight to reach that non-existent happily ever after in the back of my eyes, every time I think about them.

[theeio]

ToA Sketchbook PDF interest update:

Yep I'm locking in - lets do this.

Link to the original post / interest poll - There's still some days left to vote for how much you'd be willing to pay for the Sketchbook PDFs, but I settled on some things:

I'll be publishing the Sketchbook PDF on itch.io

I'll be splitting the sketchbook into different parts, in chronological order. This keeps it more accessible price-wise, and I'll still have an option for the full collection!

I do know that some folks wanted the PDFs to be arranged according to subject, so I could summarise the contents and summary of the art/subjects to expect in each PDF, so you know what you'll be getting.

I'm planning on giving each PDF a unique cover! If the scanning/cleanup process doesn't kill me, I'd love to do some exclusive artwork for this project as a thanks for the support and interest if you were to buy one of these!

If my health allows, I may even consider inserting some new sketches into each PDF 👀

As for updates: I have already done a quick mockup of a PDF, testing the quality, scanning, formatting and exporting process and I think I have a rough idea of the workflow! I'm going to be starting the scanning today, which is going to be a huge undertaking, wish me luck T-T ! I'm guessing that and cleanup may take the longest, and the timeline is unknown rn but I'll give as many frequent updates on this as I can.

And now for a very important question:

Would you like something more polished in this sketchbook PDF (stuff I already posted + "nicer" unseen sketches) ? or would you like me to also include the more raw, incomplete, and bad drawings too? When I say it's almost every art of ToA I did, I really do mean it.

Why I'm considering sharing the more raw stuff is because I feel like there is a lot of misconceptions/insecurities around the quality of a sketchbook, and the pressure of an individual to make every drawing-even in their own personal sketchbook-perfect. I thought I could include the good, the bad and especially the ugly to hopefully break that stereotype of every drawing needing to be perfect, and to show the very real process behind my art.

And why I'm also considering against that is because YOU guys are the ones paying for this PDF, and you may want to have something of more quality XD !!

I don't think I've seen many artists go for the TRULY vulnerable/raw/scrappy route in the sketchbook PDFs I've seen and bought, so its important that I throw this out there to see how y'all are feeling about this. So:

please only vote either the first two if you are planning on purchasing these, thank you!!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Hey, so, y'all know those self-aware game aus, sometimes with Reader as a creator or god-lile figure or just a friend? So... what if I make an au with that premise?

Reader is someone who either invented, had the idea for, or played a game called Marvel's Ultimate Universe, a game where you can travel across the different cities, meet and join various groups, and even find variants in the space regions through little black hole portals...

Reader put a lot of time, effort, akd care into getting this world just right, from each new place to visit from the small errands and odd things to find or do for others, even discovering new plot points that lead to their own special adventures to complete. Whatever there was to add, Reader thought it through amd added and expanded, until they'd finally sketched out as much of their masterpiece as they had finished.

Reader hadn't expected to meet a dark end, only to wake up in a park somewhere in New York, amd is now confused as they keep finding the odd characters of this world, from the Cafe barista to the odd news reporter to even the heroes and villains are the same as their artistic vision.

What they didn't account for was a small, small thing they forgot about, a random note they'dade and lost under some pages of character sheets: that this world also has some, um... "darker" elements. Which Reader forgot about for about the first week or two they're there. Such as: the evil scientist or two who experiment on mutants and any odd beings they can get their hands on; kidnappings; abductions of mutants and powered humans, even some aliens; and the fact that some people are still just average everyday jerks.

Reader has less fun dealing with the rude Karen who keeps yelling at them when they show up in odd places. Or that one guy who really hates Spider-Man. Or when some heroes or villains need to become less arrogant or prickly or just being an *ss.

Reader decides "scr*w it!" and goes to a section/out of city town with museums and large exhibits and a whole art studio and school/college. Why not brush up their skills while they're in this strange place? Hopefully it stays peaceful... What's the worst that can happen?

@sugar-soda @vivid-bun @hermesserpent-stuff @danniloversugar @thewickedweiner @crowwithguns @c0ld0utside

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Juno

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 585 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, my first Insanity fic!, tiktok trend, song fic, no real warning just very cute, shorter fic but oh well

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You giggled as you ran into the kitchen where Insanity was cooking up a very intricate lunch for the both of you, having hyper focused on making specific foods this time he made an appearance.

“What has you so excited?” he said, smiling brightly at you. 

“Can I film something? I just want to play a song and get your reaction to it.” you asked, setting your phone up to record while grabbing his from the counter to play the music over the kitchen speaker. 

Suddenly “Juno” by Sabrina Carpenter started playing. You saw Insanity start to sway back and forth. He didn’t let on but he already knew this song and exactly what trend you were doing. He made sure to turn the heat down on the stove letting the sauce simmer for a while, giving his full attention to you. He twirled you around, dancing with you. Albeit he was much better at it than you. You both had stupid smiles on your faces as you laughed here and there, mouthing the words. 

You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah

You pointed directly at the camera as you mouthed the words before leaning your elbows on the counter, poking your butt out slightly.

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

Have you ever tried this one?

You mouthed, winking seductively at the camera with a sly smirk. What you didn’t expect was Insanity pushing himself up right behind you with one hand on your hip and the other tangling itself in your hair, pulling you up into his chest before nestling his face into the crook of your neck. Your cheeks were on fire but you couldn’t help but turn into him, smiling softly before you kissed him.

Completely forgetting the song Insanity turned you to face him, holding your hips tightly as he kissed you. As your arms circled around his neck he wasted no time picking you up, holding your lush thighs around his waist. When you finally broke apart you smiled at each other, completely enchanted and enthralled in one another. 

“I should get my phone.” you said, pointing at it as it kept recording.

Insanity smiled deviously, walking over to the phone with you still in his arms before he smacked the phone down onto the table so the camera was face down. 

“I’m gonna make you Juno…” he said before walking you to the shared bedroom, kissing your neck the whole way.

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You sucked the ice cream off the spoon as you laughed at the tiktok comments under yours and Insanity’s video. 

@dprdaddyyyyy : WHAT’S IT LIKE BEING GOD'S FAVORITE?!?!?!?

@mit000 : The hair grab???? I’m dead

@yuwantme : they def fucked after this right? @Y/N please confirm

Insanity pulled the hood of his hoodie he let you borrow after up on you, hiding your messy hair. You fed him the next bite of ice cream, reading the comments over your shoulder.

“We def did fuck.” he laughed as you smacked his arm slightly.

“I love you.” you said as you kissed him, tasting the sweet from the ice cream on his lips.

“Not as much as we love you.” he said, leaning back in to kiss you. 

You could feel his eyelashes bat against your cheek and his nose nudge yours when he pulled away. You cradled his face, basking in the warmth of the afterglow. Tender moments like these were your favorite with any of his personalities.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! A short fic for ya'll! I started my new job but its nights so the new schedule has really been fucking with me and my motivation to put out fics. Most of my requests are for Mr. DPR IAN so I thought I'd give y'all a short one. Hope to post again soon! XOXOXOXO!!!!!!

[assassinschaoticcreed]

This crossed my mind earlier

How would Connor, Haytham, Edward, Arno, Shay and Jacob ask a girl out on a date?

I feel like it'd be somewhat like this

Haytham:

blunt, but in a gentlemanly way. like he'd out right just ask them out on a date, but in a round about way where it's respectful and not forceful. he's the kind of guy where you see people that are like "i like older men" he's the older men they're talking about.

Edward:

i feel like he'd be casual about it, but not to the point where it's like a "eh. wanna go on a date?" is easy to talk to, definitely get the protective yet easy going guy vibe. y'all know TLK? Sithric? i feel like he'd kind of be like him, make ya laugh but feel safe. (love Edward's accent)

Connor:

he is socially awkward, we all know this. I feel like he would be shy about it on top of awkward, but in an adorable way. this man is a giant teddy bear and no one can convince me otherwise. I feel like he would be the sweetest (other than Arno) when asking someone out on a date, as sweet as someone shy and socially awkward can be.

Shay:

i see him to be a lot like Haytham when asking someone out, but more of a little bit playful/casual. definitely has the mature vibe like Haytham, but is easier to talk to and get along with. points for the accent tho, love Scottish accents.

(sorry I never cared for Shay 🥲 especially what he did to my poor boi Arno)

Jacob:

Jacob, this man. he will be the most playful one and make you laugh while asking you out on a date. the most easy going one, and honestly the most relatable one. I also see him being the one that is easiest to ask people out on dates.

Arno:

we all know Arno is a romantic guy. I see this man getting you flowers while asking you out, and the day of the date. if you like Chocolates, expect authentic French kind. the best of the best is what you'll get from him, forever and always.

fun fact while on the subject of Shays accent i ended up down a rabbit hole, and I guess people have connected him with (never listened to them myself tho) Dublin accent, there are 20 and more Dublin accents i guess from a post i read. could be totally wrong, but thought it was interesting. don't take my word for it, just something I read.

[briannysey]

On Titles, Transitions, and Transubstantiations

Anesidora being like and opposite to Thaddeus in that Anesidora means "One who sends up gifts" as if to the divine and Thaddeus means "gift from the divine" in the way that a woman is like and opposite to a man. Anesidora as agency, as to be the one who gives and not the one who is given. Anesidora as another name for Pandora and Gaia and Demeter, but most especially Pandora. Anesidora as in a woman who is molded from clay and man into woman. Anesidora as someone who is seen as bringing doom and destruction by her nature, by daring to open the pithos, by being a woman. Anesidora as a name and a story that wells up out of history, uninterpretable, endlessly reinterpreted. Anesidora as in we have always been here, as in we always will be here. Anesidora as in transition is apotheosis. Anesidora as in she who held on to hope. Anesidora as in my name.

[chemicalarospec]

one of the posts on this website that haunts me is the one that claims neurotypicals instinctively know to read faster by reading the first and last paragraphs of an article and then skimming it if confused. I can't even begin to understand how someone would form such a bizarre belief.