#ofc not inspired by true events

[invisiblerambler]

My favorite thing about Carmy is he is deeply insistent on not breaking no contact with his mom. I do not think he should. I think he was hurt by their mother in ways Nat was not, especially probably being the last one in the house under 18 probably relatively alone.

I am so happy Nat got her moment of reconcile but like the conversation with Chef David demonstrated a narcissist will never apologize.

Yes, C Folds is touching but realistically it doesn't really repair anything. Nat makes a lot of concessions to her mother and still sends her out when Pete gets there. I think they are better but Nat will still need firm boundaries with her mother.

I hope Carmy never speaks to her again frankly. He would probably be better off if he didn't.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[vixeneptune]

☆ The universe obeys my wishes and commands

☆ I'm spoiled and catered to by the entire world , my happiness is the only thing that matters

☆ time isn't real , everything that I want already exists now

☆ reality is so malleable and easy to manipulate and change

☆ my mind is so powerful I can easily bend reality to my will , I have the power of god inside me

☆ my desires are obsessed with me

☆ my beautiful imagination and inner reality is my true reality and I manifest it easily without lifting a finger

☆I don't have to chase anything , anything I want wants me 10000x times more

☆ my life is like a movie and I'm the main character

☆ stress and doubts don't even exist in my reality, I'm so carefree and unbothered I was put on this earth to experience everything i want

☆ I'm a goddess incarnated as human , but I still have the beauty and the aura of a goddess

☆ I literally get every single thing I set my mind to

☆ I'm a star , ofc I shine. I naturally steal the spotlight. I'm iconic , I'm the moment

☆ I have supernatural magnetism, everyone is magnetically and hypnotically drawn towards me

☆ I embody the true essence of love and beauty and I radiate love and beauty

☆ my beauty and my energy light up the room, I turn heads wherever I go. I'm a natural mogger , always the most attractive in the room

☆ I get what I want, doesn't matter what or when or how. If I want it, i get it.

☆ I have an abundance mindset, an infinite amount of love, money, and beauty within me and all around me. I attract amazing opportunities and possibilities bc im naturally super lucky and abundant

☆ I'm booked and busy, my life is so exciting and eventful I always have amazing things coming up

☆ I'm a natural influencer, I'm the IT girl everyone wanna be like me or be with me

☆ my sexual magnetism is off the charts, people can't help but crave me and fantasize about me. I'm irresistible and magnetic

☆ I have zero resistance, nothing holds me back, nothing can stop or block my powerful energy

☆ I love how everything works out for me on its own its like life is rigged in my favor always and forever

☆ I naturally inspire everyone around me with my powerful beautiful presence

☆ there's something about me so addictive that has people wanting more like they can't get enough of me

☆ I'm so pleasing to look at and be around, people feel so good in my presence. They get excited to see me and talk to me

♡♡♡

[yonderghostshistories]

As someone who also watched the film yesterday for the first time, I too can confirm that HFC is, indeed, fanfiction!

leaving this here

[strawberryspence]

inspired by the recent events (think of a singer and football player) and ofc, inspired by the brilliant, @henderdads, who has graciously allowed me to make this into a whole thing. 👀

check out the original post!

*i don’t know ANYTHING about the NFL, so sorry for the obvious mistakes*

”What do you mean?” Steve looks up from tying his shoelaces, and stares at his agent.

“Harrington, how many times do I have to say this?” Robin smirks at him, “He’s here. He’s sitting with Mama Joyce.”

Steve’s 100% sure a wire short circuits in his brain. He blinks rapidly at her before asking once again.

“Eddie Munson?”

Robin hums, “Ahuh.”

“Like the 12 time Grammy winner, Eddie Munson, from Corroded Coffin?”

Robin slaps a hand on her forehead, “Yes, Steve! Eddie Munson is in the stadium right now. You’re the one who asked me to arrange his seats.”

Steve jumps from the wooden benches, “I didn’t think he would come!”

Robin crosses her arms, “First of all, you were the one who made that bracelet with your number on it—“

“I WAS DRUNK!”

Robin puts up a finger, “You weren’t drunk when you brought it to his concert and asked Lucas Sinclair to hand it to him. You also weren’t drunk when you announced it on a podcast, when it could’ve been a secret for all of us to keep. Second of all, you whined and annoyed me until I finally caved in, called his publicist to finally arrange the whole thing and the thanks I get is more whining?!”

Oh no. Steve stares at her, as all of the things she said finally sinks in. Oh no. Eddie Munson is in the crowd. He came. Steve asked and Eddie came. He’s gonna watch Steve Harrington play. Weirdly, he wonders if this is what Eddie feels when he’s about to play sold out arenas. Steve’s never felt nervous to play, the field is— well— his comfort place and not once has he had this sense of dread to play. Not even when he had to play the Super Bowl.

"I didn't think he'd come!" Steve panics.

“Uh-oh. No time for panic attacks. The game starts in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh my god.” Steve groans as she pushes him out of the locker rooms to the halls. There’s TVs in every corner, and one TV catches his attention.

There he is.

Eddie Munson’s sitting beside his adoptive mother and his siblings. Dear God. In what world is this real?

The commentator squeals in delight as he broadcasts, “Here’s one for the books, one that’s surely going to break the internet tonight. In the crowd tonight, we have the lead singer of best selling metal group, Eddie Munson. The rumors are apparently true! Harrington and Munson are definitely friends, maybe even more?”

Steve groans as Sinclair moves pass him, bumping shoulders. A huge smirk on his face, “I didn’t think you could do it, but I have to say, I am very proud of you.”

”Leave me alone.” He sulks as Lucas walks down the hall laughing his head off.

When Steve started talking to Eddie, he never really thought he’d end up here. Did he want something serious with Eddie? Well, yes. He’s been crushing on the man since he realized he was bisexual and Eddie was already the cover of the Seventeen magazine for nth time. But Eddie was a superstar singer who’s still on a world tour that has already sold billions, so no, Steve didn’t expect him to be here. He also knows that Eddie just got out of a pretty public break-up, so he didn’t expect anything but friendship. He just— shoot his shot and prayed to the Gods.

Steve thinks back to the conversation they had a few nights ago. A conversation only possible through the help of prayer and two shots of vodka.

“You wanna go out this Sunday?” Steve asks, trying his best to keep the nerves under the wraps.

“Isn’t that the day of the game?” Eddie speaks over the phone and Steve still can’t fathom the fact that he’s talking to Eddie Munson on a regular Wednesday night.

“Yeah, I mean. We can go out after the game.” Steve gulps, and he feels the need to take another shot.

”Huh.” Eddie hums, “Would that be a date, Harrington?”

“Yes.” Steve lightly bangs his head on the wall, “I mean, if you want it to be.” Steve covers his mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds that comes out from him. What a wuss.

“Here, let’s play a fun little game. Let’s wait till Sunday.” Steve can hear the smirk in his voice, and god, Steve will have to look up the damn “Eddie Munson smirks for 10 minutes” compilation on Youtube again.

”What do you mean?”

“I’ll think about it. On Sunday, if I’m in the crowd then maybe we can get some dinner. If I’m not, then maybe next time.” There’s a playfulness in his voice that makes Steve want to tear his hair out.

Steve gnaws at his lips, that sounds easy enough, “Okay. That sounds… easy.”

Eddie laughs. It’s music to Steve’s ears and he feels pathetic, “Not so easy, big boy. If I’m there, you have to get a touchdown and then it’s a date. If not, then we hang out with your siblings. They’re pretty cool.”

Steve stares at the wall in his room, there’s maybe 50% chance he’ll get a touchdown. He could talk to Sinclair and McKinney to get him the ball. He could do it. It’s just another touchdown. He’s done—what?— like 50 touchdowns in his life.

”Okay.” Steve gulps, “Let’s do it.”

“HARRINGTON!” Steve blinks back to the present, lifting his eyes away from the picture of Eddie Munson wearing the red windbreaker representing his team.

Hopper’s calling him over, a smirk clear on his face. Why is everyone fucking smirking at him? “I see you’re distracted. I hope this doesn’t cripple your ability to play.”

”Hop!” Steve groans, only for his coach to laugh and pat him in the back.

“Go on! Line up!” Hop smiles, winking at him, “Good luck out there.”

Steve puts on his helmet, before taking a few deep breathes.

He just needs a touchdown. One touchdown.

Steve smiles.

He’d do anything for Eddie Munson.

A touchdown is nothing.

[agendabymooner]

HONEY, HONEY! || LN4 SERIES: a masterlist

f1 masterlist: a - n o - z

if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out

lando norris x ofc (honey-sue lewis) - wip

summary: hannah-sue ‘honey’ lewis is so much like her sideman brother, harry lewis or wroetoshaw, except for the fact that she didn’t watch formula one as much as she used to back when she had her crush on mercedes driver michael schumacher in 2010.

lando norris never considered anything a miracle, but when he found out that his youtuber crush was somewhere in his party on the verge of passing out, he couldn’t help but label this unfortunate event as a work of an angel.

content warning: social anxiety, mentions of alcohol + nicotine consumption, use of explicit language, humour (possibly more mature), formula one x sidemen content (HEAVY ON FORMULA ONE THAN YOUTUBE UK), chatfic + social media post + written post. more content warning to be added.

note: moony 🤝 her profound addiction to watching sidemen and formula one = this series.

(SET ON 2022)

introduction - a brief introduction to the characters involved in the story + playlist inspired by this series

one, who tf is lando norris: honey-sue is… honey-sue. she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on: mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

so when her fans (who were coincidentally fans of the sports as well) began to ask her things about her lack of interest, more people (mostly just a group of british youtubers and a certain f1 driver) immediately shifted their attention towards the socially awkward woman as she and her brother got invited to a party in monaco hosted by an f1 driver. newsflash: it wasn’t hosted by either lewis hamilton or george russell.

two, lando norris retweeted: honey lewis announced the release of her third album and her participation at the sidemen football charity match all while lando norris started to show his true colours in twitter as he continued retweeting everything that has to do with her.

three, wroetonorris: his instagram stories screamed desperate while her awkward encounters and tweets screamed for help.

four, peng ting from mclaren: celebrating her worldwide platinum records led her to mistake lando's appreciation with someone else's congratulatory gift. honey lewis tried her best to apologize to the mclaren driver by... airdropping a meme?

[ihaveforgortoomany]

Time spent and Schneider: more parallels to The Great Gatsby (story spoilers for everything before 1.9)

Again for a character with very little screentime, around 2 Books and less than 24 hours I seem to have alot to say on her and her impact on the narrative as a whole.

While Books 1 and 2 are set in the 1920s Jazz Age, more specifically I think it is set in the eyes of Scot Fitzgerald's view of the 1920s Jazz Age, focused on the hedonism personified in the nature of the Storm being manifested as gold and money replacing food. (While In Our Time was written by Hemingway, I have never read so I cannot fully explore that theme).

So.

Heres me talking about the failure of communication and relationships through the fickle nature of time and the time spent with others, featuring Schneider.

(Have a Vertin nui)

Gatsby and relationships

One of the core themes of the Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald is the failure of language to communicate meaning: what do I mean? What I mean is that all of the relationships in Gatsby ultimately fail or remain broken is because of the lack of communication, the ability to understand of empathise with others, keeping a barrier to truth and honesty under facades and lies.

For the sake of keeping this linked to R1999 I will just discuss the central couple Daisy and Gatsby. Not only does the relationship fail due to societal standards and the myth of the American Dream, at its core this is a tragic love story about two people who truly did not know each other in the slightest. Gatsby's true name was James Gatz, despite begging Daisy to be his alone, it is hypocritcial for him to demand fidelty depsite his own history of sleeping around. While the Book does spend alot of time looking at Daisy and Gatsby, to say these two innately knew each other is false, they met under Gatsby's facade of being from a rich background and had only knew each other for a few weeks and days before Gatsby went to war. Yet this was enough for Gatsby to commit the rest of his life to becoming someone Daisy would love and reunite with again, even if it was doomed to fail.

Reverse 1999 and time

So how does this relate to R1999? Ofc the theme of the game surrounds time, the cruelty of time being reversed and erasing people into non-existence but I would like to speculate that the game explores human connection as well.

For example, the Uluru event exploring how both Ezra and Spathodea try to overcome the differences and prejudices between arcanists and humans to work towards a shared goal and ultimately succeed, the stadium becoming a symbol of the joint efforts of arcanists and humans.

For Schneider, the time spent with her is few and far between, as the player and viewing Vertin we pick apart the scarce interactions and cling to the fragments her existence has left behind. We can research her background, the people and books and movies she was inspired by but truly we cannot understand her fully as a person. Regardless that does not change that fact that meeting her had an impact on both the player and Vertin and shaped the narrative, that connection with her even if it lasted less than 24 hours will carry on long after she is reversed.

This mirrors how in Gatsby, while the text is about him, his failed relationship with Daisy and the mystery about his identity we cannot fully understand him as a person with the fickle nature of time and his death. Time even if it isn't reversing into different eras and periods does often rob us of understanding each other, in reality someone like Vertin being born in the 1990s and Schneider in the 1920s would have likely never met had it not been for the Storm.

Does that mean meeting her was futile if she was a dead women walking? No. R1999 seems to hammer home that all time is important, and that we should value it no matter how long or short it maybe and ultimately carry forward. Even if Rayashki is gone, its values carry on in those who remain, even if Schneider and countless others who have disappeared in the Storm are gone, their existence still carries on in the people who remember them.

[musicalmoritz]

Yuri HanaNene Headcanons

• Since I headcanon Boy!Hanako as transmasc I like to think Girl!Hanako would be transfem (it’s me, ofc I have to make all my headcanons as queer as possible)

• I also headcanon Nene as transfem so they’re still t4t in the Yuri HanaNene Universe (YHU)™️

• Hanako being a girl would definitely add a layer of complications to Nene’s feelings for her. She wouldn’t be thinking abt it in the heteronormative way of ��he’s a boy so he probably likes me so I should give him a chance.” More likely she’d be freaking out at the idea of Hanako liking her because if she likes her back then that means something deeper for her personal identity

• Meaning that the Confession Tree chapter would center more around Nene having a sexuality crisis. She may have had some idea that she liked girls before, but now she’s having to seriously consider her identity and that’s scary for her (maybe Aoi’s advice to her is a bit more meaningful and we get some earlier hints that Aoi is also hiding parts of herself)

• But by the time she meets Hanako under the Confession Tree, she’s starting to wonder what it might be like to date a girl. It sounds intimidating, but also kind of nice. And just as she starts to open herself up to it, the confession turns out to be part of a scheme

• After 65 years Hanako has probably figured out her own sexuality, and since she had to repress that part of herself when she was alive (due to it being the 60s and all), she’s totally girl crazy and v much like the overly flirty Hanako we know in canon

• Nene already has enough reason to be secretive about her crush on Hanako due to her being a ghost but a girl as well?? There’s a lot riding on it

• That could give her something to connect with Kou over rather than his romance subplot being very separate from the rest of the cast and almost secretive. They both know about each other’s crushes and tease each other accordingly

• Imo Kou and Hanako would definitely still be just friends (girl or boy Hanako isn’t Kou’s type lol) but they’d still have those slightly flirty moments that they have in canon. Bicons

• Nene would initially be shocked that Hanako is so open about her interest in women, but that would eventually inspire her to accept her own sexuality

• True to the ASHK chapter, Nene would absolutely love giving Hanako makeovers. She does her hair up in different styles and lets her borrow her clothes

• Hanako’s defensive behavior whenever a man gets too close to Nene is more out of overprotectiveness than jealousy (tho that air of possessiveness is most definitely still there lol)

• In addition to writing poetry, Nene makes playlists about her crush on Hanako (wlw canon event)

• Nene tries to get Hanako to engage in “girl talk” abt their crushes but it always ends in Hanako flirting with her (cue a lot of blushing and “you’re not my type”)

• Since Nene is more affectionate with women I don’t think she’d mind Hanako’s clinginess as much

• In general Nene is a total girls girl and befriends women very easily so I think her and Hanako would get along better at first, but they’d still have that teasing nature of Nene bullying her that’s true to canon HanaNene (and every TBHK ship lol)

• I think their dynamic would be similar to Rae and Claire from I’m In Love With The Villainess. Hanako is very flirty at first and Nene thinks it’s just a joke, and at a certain point she’s just confused because she doesn’t think she’s lovable so Hanako must be joking. That would only be at the start of the manga tho, as I mentioned before the Confession Tree is a major turning point

• I could see Nene being very overprotective of Hanako in an “I’m the only one who’s allowed to talk shit about her” way

• Nene is bi with a preference for boys and Hanako is bi with a preference for girls. bi4bi t4t girlfriends

• At some point during the story they start sharing hair clips and regularly get into arguments over who lost one of them

• While Nene doesn’t initiate physical affection as much as Hanako, she does cling to her and hold her hands a lot more

• Matching hairstyles and outfits ofc

• Nene buys extra snacks/candies at lunch to share with Hanako after school

• Their feelings for each other are less obvious to others at first since they’re both girls but once they really fall for each other it’s impossible to mistake their relationship for friendship

• Picnic dates on the school roof

• Sometimes they slow dance when Nene has finished cleaning the bathrooms (Hanako’s not too good with romance so she takes these opportunities to make things magical for Nene)

• That’s All, Folks!

[xxsycamore]

🤪 - Kenshin (ikesen) please?

Thank you!

Will you forgive me for shamelessly putting my own meme into this... credits to the original poster t/homas_violence on twitter ofc!

[🤪] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑…

KENSHIN:

"...What's a Nissan Pulsar?"

Oh. He didn't laugh. Now you feel awkward.

You have just told Kenshin a joke that you and Sasuke came up with, inspired by how often you have to translate things back and forth between archaic and modern terms. It goes like this: Committing seppuku (ritual suicide) with my wakizashi (small sword) because I failed my daimyo (feudal lord) by crashing his Nissan pulsar (untranslatable)

To his question, you simply echo the last part of the joke. It's untranslatable.

Kenshin's facial expression doesn't change one bit. He puts his hand on his chin.

"Sasuke knows I'd kill him if he dares to kill himself."

...Well, you guess that makes sense.

"It's good that he possesses no wakizashi."

...That's true.

"And I'm in no possession of any Nissan Pulsars yet, so we shouldn't worry about any of that."

Yet?!

You're both quiet. Kenshin still has his hand on his chin.

. . .

"Haha."

What's with that overdue, super-fake-sounding, almost creepy laughter??

"I love your jokes. I'm glad that you include me in them. It's our joke now."

Ignoring the way Sasuke has been brutally erased from anything spoken in the last five minutes, you sigh and let out a small laughter of your own, which ends up sounding as fake as Kenshin's... but the truth is, you're terribly enamored of him at this moment.

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[soracities]

Hey i hope your day is peaceful 💗

I have been thinking about writing and poetry lately and i wonder if all poetry out there or most of the writings are from the writer's personal experience and suffering/pain/joy i mean do u think some writers just write (aside from fiction stories ofc) about a thing they don't truly feel it resembles them or they haven't gone through (or not going through) but they heard about it or liked the idea of it so they write about it?

In general, I do, but I also think it really depends on the poet, the subject and the poem itself. A lot of the time though, I think it's probably a mix of both. Keats had this thing he called "negative capability" which, if I remember correctly, is about a poet's ability to be receptive to the world and objects around them & express an emotional landscape or reality separate from the poet's own identity & life as an individual person. It's what allows you, as a writer, to put yourself in an alternate experience and imagine the world from a completely different point of view.

I don't think everything a poet writes about pertains directly, or literally, to events in their actual lives--I do believe, though, that a lot of poets have particular themes, questions, ideas and images that move them and that they often come back to or examine in different ways, from different perspectives. But not all of those perspectives relate to something happening to them specifically (do you have to go to war to write an anti-war poem, for example?). Some poets are more personal & intimate in their poems; some aren't. Some poets weave the personal and non-personal in so tightly the question of literal biography is a pointless venture. It really depends on the writer and what the poem, as a space, as an act of engagement, means to them.

I think the whole "sit at a typewriter and bleed" mantra has made autobiography seem like something that is inherent to every poem, but I don't believe that's true; I think the only way you can address the question of "was this real?" is on a poet by poet basis, by looking through their work and their recurring preoccupations, their life and what they themselves have said or explained. But as a default, I don't think it's a fair reading because so much can be happening in an individual poem (emotionally, structurally, linguistically) and it runs the risk of obscuring the larger questions we could be asking about the poem or missing where it's trying to take us. At the end of the day I think framing it as "what is this poet curious about" rather than "did this actually happen to them?" is a far better way of getting acquainted with the world of a particular poem, if that makes sense?

We look at poetry as this deeply intimate form of writing, and it can be, but, again, every poet is different and every poet has a completely different relationship to that writing. It's intimacy is not the same as a diary entry. A poem is also, ultimately, not a piece of reportage: it's a work of art and the work part often gets missed: it has just as much intention, construction, rewriting and reworking and creative license as a novel or a painting. Sometimes a particular event will have inspired something and sometimes that event is front and centre ("Mid-Term Break" by Seamus Heaney, for instance). Other times the event is nowhere near as important as the questions it poses and those questions, in turn, lead somewhere completely different. That's my view on it, at least x

[forgottenroisin]

OOC | House Malconaire

hiya! soooo i was watching [ a video on the folklore of the oak tree ] (as one does heehee) during dinner and it reminded me of some really cool things that'd be v fun to explore here!!!

in the volsungsaga, the volsung family were once great kings of the land, but another king has taken over their ~domain, including their home. this home was a magnificent hall dominated by the ancient family tree, an oak, which grew up through the center, reaching its branches throughout the hall and out the top of the ceiling, again.

(interrupting the story to say this could be a fun inspo for malconaire, too!)

one day the new king was hosting a wedding there in the hall, when an old man with a single eye and long grey hair all in his face staggered inside amongst the guests. there was something strange and mysterious abt the man, making some fear and some revere him and a hush fell over the hall as the man walked purposefully up to the old oak. as he approached, the guests saw that he was holding a sword and, as he held it aloft, they recognized it as the ancient sword of the volsungs, called wrath, the greatest of all swords, lost to the ages long ago. the one eyed man then plunged the sword into the tree and announced that only the greatest warrior would be able to prize the sword from the tree, and the sword would be his, and the kingdom his by rights.

with that, the mysterious one-eyed man vanished and the guests realized that it had been none other than the great god, odin, amongst them.

each man present tried his hand at pulling the sword from the tree, but in the end, only sigmund -- the last of the volsungs -- could pull wrath free, thus fulfilling prophecy and beginning a series of events that would lead to the famous story of sigmund's son, sigurd, and andvarinaut, the cursed ring of power that helped inspire the lord of the rings!

anyway, metal as this whole story is, if taken less literally, i feel like it 1) does apply to our treasure map for the stafford sword bit 2) could be cool if, like...maybe the family sword of malconaire, in times of peace, is kept sheathed within the great oak of the hall, and its said that only the true ruler of malconaire can pull it free, or smth?? and/or that maybe pulling it free is an ancient signal that malconaire is declaring war/calling her banners, about to pass judgment, etc. (ofc its a fake sword that's there rn iirc since cillian switched them after lord malconaire died iirc -- cue cillian like 'technically! malconaire has never yet called for peace these two years, since the sword was never replaced in the oakensheath!!!' ;DDD -- but anyway!!! laksjdfkljdsf)

there was lotsssss of info, including the fact that the tree is also a symbol of healing, and folk tales about oaks protecting those who look to them, ruling the forests, and avenging those (including other plants and animals) that're harmed within their boundaries, as well as disrespect, such as a tale of a wicked king who was pursuing a peasant maiden. she hurled herself upon the roots of an oak, begging for its protection, and the oak crushed the king and his barons and did not let a thing happen to the girl, as well as tales of oaks speaking warnings and prophecies as the wind goes through their leaves, of one that bled when it was cut or damanged, and of some cursing those who do them harm. and of oaks and esp of acorns protecting ppl from lightning and storms and thunder!

there's also ofc the folk tale of the oak king and the holly king, two brothers who duel throughout the year. at midsummer, the oak king comes to his full power and warmth and radiance wash over the land, but at the end of fall, the holly king slays the oak king, coming into his own in midwinter. in spring, the oak king is reborn and everything begins again. maybe this is a mythologized telling of an ancient war between the malconaire and the ppl of the north, or smth? or just a folk tale in malconaire? or even a prophecy, given that, well, winter is coming ;D

smth else that stood out was an ancient tradition of celebratory and victorious lords and generals wearing crowns of oak leaves and acorns, and of their ppl decorating their bridles and lintels w similar boughs etc in such occasions of celebration and/or victory, and i thought that maybe that might be an old malconaire tradition, as well?

there's also a sacred island in a loch which is itself located near a sacred mountain (lorcan lake?) that has a 'wishing tree' that is an oak on isle maree that sports a chapel, graveyard, holy well, a holly tree, and ofc the famous oak tree. its said that sailing around the isle a certain number of times will heal one, even of madness, but that nothing at all can be taken from the isle, not even the smallest pebble lest it unleash all the harm it is holding upon its shores. its a bit of a pandora's box that way/a place of both blessing and curse and sounds lowkey haunted by both good and evil spirits or smth, plus it was said in ancient times to be the isle of the moon so its def got some stafford, lorcan, AND malconaire vibes going too so there's def smth there we could work w if we wanted, too! (and ngl reading abt it im pr confident this was the inspo for the god's eye in asoiaf/got/hotd! and, in case, those're deF the vibes!! plus, meets like...arthurian avalon)

anyway there's lots more and def other things that caught my eye (or ear, in truth ;D) while listening to the vid but yeah!! idr atm...but i hope this is fun/inspiring to read! <3

[rey-jake-therapist]

Hey. I simply wanna share my thoughts on this with someone. Not a Tolkien fan myself, I have always ignored everything Lord of the Rings related, tried to watch the movies and failed, everything seemed boring, even though I love dark fantasy, folklore, adventures and stuff. The only thing making me interested right now is the ROP portrayal of Sauron (am I a bad person? yes), so the controversy with the show also caught my attention and here's my useless take:

People of the fandom has been there for so long they literally turned “lore” into something sacred and holy. Sure, a lot of things there are inspired by Christianity (as a Christian, I quickly recognised it all after checking out the main worldbuilding points) but it's not the Bible! These books are fiction and it's nothing wrong with interpreting some events differently. Had to watch Galadriel scenes from the movies btw, and her “greatly desiring” the ring and then opposing Sauron in her dark form... makes much more sense if they previously had a personal story going on. So I see no problem here. But fans! If Tolkien himself returned from the dead and said Galadriel 1) isn't Mother Mary figure, more like Mary Magdalene 2) had loved Sauron in a twisted way and that's why she wasn't chilling with other elves in the elvish Eden those guys would never believed him and kept bitching. Ofc, they are free to do so, I just pains me.

Same happened to my favourite show, which made me evaluate a lot of things and change my life for the best, and most of “fans” hate it because it's against the idea they had it their heads for years. What's funny is that my show doesn't have any book source material, it's just a — unconventional a bit — biopic about a rock band frontman, produced and controlled in EVERY ASPECT by his best friend and soulmate. Who new him better than any of the fans. The show is brilliant and nothing like that has been done in our country before, yet 70% of what it gets is childish criticism.

So yeah, seeing ROP mistreated in a similar way makes me sad. I can't even tell my friends about the cons of this show, as most of them have already written on their blogs how awful and unworthy of anyone's time it is. Ugh, thank you for listening.

I hear you ! The most infuriating is that most of these people didn't even bother to watch the show. They just heard some YouTuber or TikToker trash the show and repeat what they hear.

I've also noticed that much of the criticism is made by haters who claim to be Tolkien fans, but who are really just fans of P Jackson's movies, and are certain that HE gave a faithful interpretation of the books while it's just... Not true ! Sauron was never described as a giant eyeball in the books, for a start, it was just the easiest way that P Jackson found to represent the fact that Sauron could see everything everywhere.

By doing so unfortunately he ripped off Sauron of everything that made him a fascinating character, and now those morons use the movie's depiction of Sauron to decide that Sauron always was a one dimensional character and completely ignore the fact that in season 1, he was in a repentance phase, hence not entirely manipulative and dishonest towards Galadriel.

And the same happens with Galadriel. The only person I know in real life watched it, but hated it saying she "can't forgive them for what they did to Galadriel", because she refuses to admit the idea that she can have been a warrior, with tendencies to be reckless and a tad immature. She wanted Cate Blanchett's Third Age Galadriel and won't have it any other way. Why ? Again because of PJ's movies. She didn't read the books ! When I told her that PJ invented the scene from the Hobbit where Galadriel faces Sauron in Dol Guldur, she was surprised but didn't care because at least it was Cate Blanchett looking beautiful and ethereal.

What is the show you mention in your ask ?

[spntoxicfemslashevent]

full prompt list

hey everyone! this is the full february prompt list for this event. we're going to have six prompts every day, so it's big! smaller versions containing only some of the prompts are forthcoming. ideally a piece submitted for a certain day should be inspired by at least one of the prompts for that day.

[conceptual prompts only] [pairing prompts only] [format/style prompts only] [prompts by date] [submission guidelines] [intro post]

conceptual prompts:

feb 1: manipulation || rot || political play

feb 2: tied up || burning flesh || jealousy

feb 3: suburbia || betrayal/judas kiss || doll

feb 4: blackmail || cannibalism || age gap

feb 5: blasphemy || executioner || genderless

feb 6: “...and it felt like a kiss” || on the rack || handmaiden-feudal lord

feb 7: sainthood || blood || isolation

feb 8: poison/drugging || barefoot and pregnant || murder suicide

feb 9: scars || heaven and/or hell || voyeurism

feb 10: shallow grave/midnight gardening || exes || serial killer(s)

feb 11: crossdressing || corpse || brat

feb 12: war/opposite sides || soulmates || guts/gore

feb 13: demonization || immortality || "forgive me father"

feb 14: unrequited || butch || imprisonment

feb 15: high school sweethearts || justifications || resurrection

feb 16: stabbing || masturbation || somnophilia

feb 17: turn the straight girl || kidnapping || ritual sacrifice

feb 18: stalking || substance use/abuse || comp het

feb 19: amnesia/mindwipe/lobotomy || flogging || forcefem

feb 20: vessel || make each other worse || gothic

feb 21: mistress || forced marriage || petplay

feb 22: demon deal || power imbalance || state of mind/dreams/confusion

feb 23: experiment || bastard child || what happened to her first husband/wife?

feb 24: curses || possession || infidelity

feb 25: controlling || temptation || "i ran into a door"

feb 26: victim || right hand || true crime

feb 27: humiliation || dubious consent || brainwashing

feb 28: family || true form || obsession

feb 29: closeted || sins of the father || not passing the bechdel test

pairing prompts:

feb 1: rowena mcleod/billie

feb 2: linda tran/ofc

feb 3: hannah/naomi

feb 4: rowena mcleod/alicia banes

feb 5: raphael/billie

feb 6: amelia novak/naomi

feb 7: abaddon/colette mullen

feb 8: ruby/astaroth

feb 9: cassie robinson/fem!dean winchester

feb 10: linda tran/mary winchester

feb 11: cassie robinson/meg masters

feb 12: linda tran/abaddon

feb 13: risa (endverse)/meg masters

feb 14: kelly kline/dagon

feb 15: linda tran/tasha banes

feb 16: billie/amara/the empty (meg)

feb 17: meg masters/jo harvelle

feb 18: patience turner/claire novak

feb 19: mary winchester/antonia bevell

feb 20: lily sunder/claire novak

feb 21: bela talbot/ruby

feb 22: patience turner/magda peterson

feb 23: fem!castiel/fem!crowley

feb 24: missouri moseley/ellen harvelle

feb 25: jody mills/donna hanscum

feb 26: lily baker/lilith

feb 27: hannah/caroline johnson

feb 28: raphael/naomi

feb 29: eileen leahy/mary winchester

format/style prompts:

day 1: canon divergent || drabble (exactly 100 words)

day 2: canon character/oc || traditional art

day 3: scifi au || non-traditional art medium

day 4: post-canon || gifset

day 5: canon compliant || metered poetry

day 6: reverse!verse/roleswap || sketch

day 7: epistolary || flash fiction

day 8: episode rewrite || fanmix

day 9: gender changes - het to femslash || script format

day 10: canon a little to the left || headcanon

day 11: outsider pov || fancam

day 12: 5 + 1 || exquisite corpse/round robin

day 13: for want of a nail || sequel

day 14: dark fluff || webweave

day 15: vignettes/fragments || fansong

day 16: polyamory || abstract

day 17: unreliable narrator || screencap edit

day 18: meta plot/metafandom/carver edlund novels || non-song based fanvid

day 19: crossover/fusion || multimedia

day 20: trans headcanon || podfic

day 21: humor || amv

day 22: au || fiber arts

day 23: gender changes - slash to femslash || comic

day 24: pre-canon || digital art

day 25: omegaverse || sentence fics

day 26: mundane au || photography

day 27: selfcest || freeverse poetry

feb 28: character study || fanwork-of-a-fanwork

feb 29: rashomon style || fic rec list

[littlemisspascal]

Part 2: Take What Comes

Summary:

Once Javi learns about the hour of free time you have after media training he starts seeking you out every day. Sometimes you both just play on your phones, scrolling through social media, showing each other memes and videos, but mostly you spend the hour talking, chatting about anything that comes to mind, growing more comfortable in each other’s company.

And Javi, he’s unlike anyone you’ve ever met before.

Pairing: eventual Javi/Fem!Reader "Oddball" (OFC)*

Word Count: 5000+

Warnings: Formula One AU ft. multiple Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe characters, Human AU, Canon Divergence, Worldbuilding, Social Media Fic, Headlines inspired by true events but edited for this plot, Slowest of Slow Burn, Language, Food, Holiday party--reader wears reindeer headband, Reader's Mom included

Author Note: Been a year since last update and it's still just as super self-indulgent as ever ✨ Thank you anyone who gives it a read!

Winter Dividers credit here!

A03 Link | Series Masterlist

*see series masterlist for more info

Once Javi learns about the hour of free time you have after media training he starts seeking you out every day. Sometimes you both just play on your phones, scrolling through social media, showing each other memes and videos, but mostly you spend the hour talking, chatting about anything that comes to mind, growing more comfortable in each other’s company.

And Javi, he’s unlike anyone you’ve ever met before.

You start collecting facts about him throughout the conversations, little tidbits filed away neatly in a box you’ve labeled Javi in your mind. His mom died when he was young, leaving his father to fill the void while also successfully running his multimillion olive empire. He’s an only child, but his cousin’s a year older and they were practically raised as brothers. (“Butt heads like brothers too,” Javi chuckled, but you didn’t miss how hollow it sounded.) He likes brightly colored shirts, oranges and greens and blues, the kind that only 1% of the world population can actually pull off. Besides racing and swimming, his third passion is life in script writing, but no matter how much you poke and plead at him he refuses to share any of his potential plots, nerves getting the better of him.

He started his career in karting a year before you did. Javi admitted he hadn’t been interested in racing until his father took him to the final Formula 1 race of the 2007 season where he witnessed Pietro Alvarez win his first of three championships. The older Spaniard became his idol, inspiring Javi to follow in his footsteps.

“You have no idea how jealous I was when I heard you were partners at the Ando Overland,” Javi told you, followed by a nudge against your side with his elbow. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, getting to race against him on the grid was…”

He’d trailed off, a soft smile brightening his face. And even without words, you’d understood. The opportunity to race alongside your heroes, some of the best drivers in the world—it’s like something out of a dream, one of those pinch me moments you pray you don’t wake up from.

You briefly entertained the thought of telling Javi he was one of your idols. That he’d been a part of the collage of driver posters adorning your childhood bedroom walls. But your fear and embarrassment of his reaction—whether flattered or weirded out—perished the idea as quick as it came.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great,” you said instead with a matching grin. “A bit of a coffee addict, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Says the lemonade addict,” Javi said, laughing when you kicked at his shin. “What’s that saying about the pot and kettle?”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, but the smile on your face hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it’d stretched even wider.

“Don’t worry.” He squeezed your shoulder in a reassuring manner. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

You learn Javi has a love-hate relationship with social media. Well, maybe not love-hate but rather love-indifferent. Unlike you who likes to tweet or post a photo at least every other day, he’ll go weeks without an update, then either go on a short spree of liking and commenting on stuff or just post a random photo of his food before bailing again for another month. Still, he never makes fun of you when he catches you live streaming or angling your phone for the perfect selfie, simply dodges out of the way until you’re finished.

“Did you suddenly become camera-shy or are you trying to be all mysterious and cool like Bigfoot?” you asked him once and he merely shrugged.

“I appreciate the fans, but it’s nice having this time out of the spotlight,” he’d answered. You were content to leave it at that, but then he smirked and added, “Also, everyone knows the only reason Bigfoot doesn’t show up on camera is because he’s naturally blurry.”

Bantering with Javi is easy. More than that, you enjoy it. You don’t have to worry about him not understanding the obscure film references you make or mistaking your sarcasm for sincerity. He even laughs at your stupidest jokes which spurs you on to make more stupid jokes, the sound of his laughter contagious and the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes oddly endearing.

Javi can quote any Nicolas Cage film from memory, line for line, a talent which comes in handy winning bets against Melshi and some of the pit crew boys who underestimate Javi’s skills. He happily shows you some more photos of his memorabilia collection after you mention seeing the ones on his Instagram.

“When we’re in Spain for the race next season, come with me to Majorca and I’ll give you a tour,” Javi says decisively, looking like he’s already planning the trip right then and there. “You can stay at our house. There’s lots of spare bedrooms. I’ll take you to all my favorite places.”

Your head spins a little at that. You haven't even known each other a whole month and here he is inviting you to stay at his family’s home. Maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise though. Between the daily hanging out after media training and challenging each other in the simulator, Javi had inserted himself seamlessly into the narrative of your life like he was always meant to be there.

“Okay,” you say, smiling. “Sounds like fun.”

“We’ll have a great time,” Javi agrees, and it sounds like a promise.

From: Barbara Minerva (barbara.minerva@vulpeculaformulaone.com) To: you (oddball.13@vulpeculaformulaone.com) Subject: Upcoming Interview w/ Speed Beasts

Oddball,

I’ve just finished confirming a future interview for you with Speed Beasts magazine at their head office in January. Their questions should be similar to what you experienced last time, mainly discussing your hopes and goals for the 2023 season, but regardless I’ll help you prepare as the date draws nearer so no need to worry too much.

However, they have expressed interest in potentially including Ben Miller and making it a joint article and cover shoot. Given your close friendship with each other, I don’t imagine you being opposed to the idea but I wouldn’t be a good PR manager if I didn’t check in and listen to your opinion on the matter. 

Give it a thought and get back to me once your mind’s made up.

Barb

To: Benny (5:10pm)

I said yes to us doing an interview together

To: Benny (5:10pm)

Don’t make me regret this, young man

From: Benny (5:12pm)

Relax, O. I’ll only say nice things about you ;)

To: Benny (5:13pm)

And there it is. Instant regret 

“That new teammate of yours certainly grew up cute, didn’t he?”

It’s only thanks to your quick reflexes that you don’t accidentally cut off a finger. 

“ Mom.” Setting down the knife, you glare at the half-finished pile of chopped carrot pieces for your salad. They didn’t do anything wrong, but seeing as your mother is on a whole other continent they’re the unfortunate victim of your irritation.

“I’m just saying I have eyes, dear,” she laughs. “The hair, the muscles, those dimples—he’s quite the package.” 

You make a strangled sound not unlike a choking cat, unable to believe her lack of filter sometimes. Your mother lets out another peal of laughter that has your thumb itching to press the hang up button. 

“Mom…”

“Alright, alright,” she says, sobering. In the background you can hear the faint sounds of a television show with a laugh track. It makes your heart twinge a bit, recalling days the two of you spent lounging around the house binge marathoning sitcoms with a bowl of popcorn.

“I remember seeing him in those magazines you used to buy,” Mom continues, a soft smile in her voice. “Now you’re going to be right there beside him in the pictures. Funny how life works out sometimes.”

You hum. “Yeah, it is.”

Outside your kitchen window the sky’s a dark wintery gray, promising a dropping temperature as night gradually approaches. Your socked feet shuffle against the tile floor, already dreading the cold walk to your car in the morning.

“Are you getting along with him?” she asks.

“We had lunch together.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“He’s…” 

You rack your head for a word that can encompass everything that Javi is. Nice, intelligent, funny as hell and so genuine it’s almost unbelievable someone like him can exist in the world of F1. You don’t know what his personality is like during a real race when the pressure can make tempers ignite, but if he’s anything like the glimpses you’ve seen during shared simulator practices though—competitive and serious, determined to do whatever he can to achieve good results, but also fair, congratulating you on the rare, yet slowly increasing occasions when you do better than him with a smile and pat on the shoulder—then you have hope your partnership will be a positive experience this season.

“He’s Javi,” you end up saying with a tiny shrug. “He’s my teammate.”

“I see,” Mom replies in a tone you can’t quite identify.

Your brow scrunches, mouth opening to ask but before you can get the question out she’s already speaking again, beating you to the punch.

“Is Javi doing anything for the holidays?” The lightness of her tone is just a hair too innocent.

“He’s going home to his family,” you say, bursting her hopeful bubble of inviting him to Sorgan. She’s about as subtle as a bantha. “You’ll just be getting me.”

“The best present of all,” she declares, and the words warm you from the inside out as if she’s hugging you across the distance. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I’m starting to forget what you look like.”

“Same as always,” your mouth turns up at the corners with a teasing smirk, “plus a couple of new tattoos.”

“For your sake I hope you’re kidding.”

“Guess you’ll just have to watch me on the Drive Awards to know for sure.”

She exhales a quiet huff, and you imagine her shaking her head, eyes lifted towards the ceiling. “You say that like there’s any chance I’m gonna miss my one and only daughter appearing at the most prestigious award ceremony for motorsports. Don’t be foolish.”

“Me? Never.” Your stomach growls, reminding you of your interrupted lunch preparations. “I’ll talk to you later, Mom, food is calling me.”

“Be sure to text me as soon as you’ve got your flight home booked.”

“Will do.”

From: Vivian Etten (vivian.etten@vulpeculaformulaone.com) To: you (oddball.13@vulpeculaformulaone.com); Javi Gutierrez (javig.53@vulpeculaformulaone.com); Vulpecula Staff (staff@maillist.vulpeculaformulaone.com) Subject: Mark Your Calendars Attached: Upcoming Dates to Remember for Vulpecula F1 (pdf)

Hello,

Attached is a list of upcoming important events for the F1 team. January dates are still in the process of being scheduled and a follow up email will be sent in the upcoming weeks once everything’s properly organized and settled.

Please note this year’s Drive Awards will be held in London. Formal attire is a necessity and a gourmet meal will be served prior to the ceremony. If you plan to invite a guest you must register them with me beforehand. Swing by my office or respond to this email ASAP with their name if you plan on bringing someone.

Happy holidays to all!

Vivian Etten

CEO of Vulpecula Racing

You blink sluggishly, trying to stay awake. Stuck in a meeting room listening to Vivian and her top executives sweet talk investors to secure additional funding from them isn’t the most riveting way to spend your morning, but what Vivian wants Vivian usually gets. And this time she wanted you and Javi to be present so the investors could personally meet the new faces of the team.

A glance across the table shows Javi leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping a silent beat against the armrest. You wonder what it means, if it’s a trick to keep him alert or a subconscious tick like the way your leg bounces when you’re nervous. He’s probably attended several meetings just like this in the past. Knows when it’s necessary to listen and when he can get by merely pretending he has an inkling of what's going on. 

Dressed in entirely black with a cobalt blue pocket square and tousled curls, Javi looks like a different person compared to the rest of your interactions. Less like a racing driver, more like royalty. You’re certainly not the only one who’s noticed his handsome looks. Of the dozen investors, at least three have eyed Javi with such blatant interest they might as well be waving neon signs.

Javi catches you staring, fingers halting their drumming. There’s a second or two where you simply stare at each other, neither willing to be the first to turn away. Then he sticks his tongue out childishly, brown eyes crossing. It’s neither the time nor place for such an expression—you’re pretty sure Vivian’s talking about inflation or something else equally important and serious—and yet you find yourself stifling a giggle into the palm of your hand before your tired brain can summon enough energy to stop it from forming.

“Of course that’s all subject to change depending on the results of the season,” Vivian’s saying at the head of the table, flipping closed her folder. “Any final words you’d like to contribute, Odds?”

Every pair of eyes in the room turns to look at you, and your blood runs cold. You hadn’t spoken throughout the meeting, content to just smile and shake hands at the beginning and then let Vivian take the lead for the rest. You rack your head for a response that doesn’t sound completely stupid.

“Uh, well,” you straighten your spine, projecting as much of an aura of confidence as you can muster, “I’m extremely grateful to have been given the chance to be one of Vupecula’s drivers. I’m also proud to be a part of a team with such a long history, too. And I think I speak for both myself and Javi when I say that we’re determined to win as many points as we can to increase Vulpecula’s ranking.”

“We’ll keep fighting from the beginning to the end,” Javi agrees with a firm nod. “No giving up. No surrendering.”

“Fantastic,” Vivian says, beaming at you both with pride. “I think that about wraps everything up for the time being. Anyone up for some lunch?”

The investors all eagerly agree, neatly filing out of the room to be the first ones in the cafeteria line. 

Javi waits for you by the door, walking out into the hallway close enough his arm brushes against yours. “What do you think about leaving headquarters for our lunch break?”

“Works for me,” you say, absently pulling at the sleeve of your sweater. It’s one of your nicest ones you own but it never fails to make your skin feel itchy. “Where were you planning?”

“Somewhere close by,” is his cryptic, grinning reply.

Somewhere close by winds up being Javi’s apartment, a quiet and private spot on the edge of town about fifteen minutes from your own place. The drive is pleasant, if not more than a little confusing for you, sitting in the passenger seat without a clue about the final destination until Javi’s suddenly parking and waving a hand towards an apartment complex as if to say ta-da!

“You like salmon?” Javi asks you as he unlocks his door, standing to the side to let you enter first. Apparently chivalry isn’t totally dead.

Still, you can’t help the teasing smirk pulling at your mouth. “They’re alright. Not as cute as clown fish though.”

“Well, duh, nobody can take away Nemo’s crown.” Javi rolls his eyes playfully before heading for the kitchen. He opens the fridge, poking his head inside as he calls out, “How about salmon skewers for lunch?”

“Sounds delicious. Do you need help with anything?”

“No, I’ve got it all under control. Just make yourself comfortable.”

Despite only recently moving here, Javi’s created a warm and cozy home with bright pops of colors and personal touches, like the impressive collection of DVDs next to the television and numerous hanging plants in front of the windows. There’s a pair of checkered vans kicked off in the entryway, a dog-eared book about script writing on the coffee table, and a box of fruit loops left on the kitchen bar counter—a cheat meal that has you biting back a snicker, thinking of your own guilty pleasures stashed back home. 

Javi hums as he moves around the kitchen, piercing chunks of salmon and onions on bamboo skewers to be grilled on a skillet. His actions are smooth, confident, same as the way he handles the sim’s steering wheel back at headquarters. 

When he sets the plates down on the table, your mouth instantly salivates from the delicious smell as you lean in for a sniff. Fuck that’s good. Eggsy might have a rival for being the best cook amongst the drivers.

“Go on, I promise it isn’t poisoned,” Javi says before sinking his teeth into a massive bite of fish. 

You snort quietly, taking a bite of your own. 

And well, if you have to sink your fingernails into your palm to hold back a moan then that’s between you and your stinging hand.

Still, something must flash across your face because there’s a glint of amusement in Javi’s brown eyes. “You like it, no? Best meal you’ve ever had? C’mon, let me hear it.”

Swallowing, you hum a long note, pretending to think. “Top ten for sure.”

“Top ten? Ugh, you wound me, Odds.” Javi groans, throwing a hand over his heart as if your words had been a dagger. “First guest I cook for in my new place and I barely earned an honorable mention. Unacceptable.”

You laugh. “Just means you’ll have to cook for me more often.”

“Mm.” He nibbles on one of the onions, eyes narrowing. “Challenge accepted. I’m coming for the gold.”

After finishing your meals Javi grabs a couple of pomegranate popsicles out of the freezer for dessert. He stretches out his legs beneath the table, knocking the side of his shoe against your ankle. Smirks when you immediately nudge him back. And to think he’s supposed to be the older, more mature one. Vivian would be rolling her eyes if she saw you two right now.

“I like your place,” you say in-between licks. “You settling in alright?”

“Hmm?” Javi blinks, as if startled out of his thoughts. “Oh, thanks. Yeah, it was a smooth move all things considered. Nothing got lost in transit this time, gracias a Dios.”

Right, this isn’t Javi’s first rodeo when it comes to packing up all his belongings and moving to a whole new place. You’d faced a difficult enough struggle moving from Sorgan to Altair, you can’t imagine doing it again and again. Fingers crossed Vulpecula keeps you around for a long, long time.

“And what about Vulpecula? Good so far?”

“Everyone’s been very welcoming,” he answers, biting off a piece of his popsicle with a slight crunch. He offers a grin once he swallows. “I’m happy to be here. I think it will be a fun time for us. Hard as hell, but fun.”

“One for the history books,” you murmur, imagining the potential of putting Vulpecula back on top again. Where it belongs. “It’d be amazing, wouldn’t it? You and me on the podium.”

Javi laughs. “It would be pretty entertaining pouring my bottle of champagne over your head.”

“Oi!” You swat at his arm, but you’re unable to stifle your own laughter. “Forget it. You’ll be down in the crowd, looking up at me and my trophy in total envy.”

“You got it all wrong, Oddball. I’d be front and center, cheering your name louder than anyone.”

You feel a pulse of warmth bloom in your chest, and you look back to your popsicle, sticking it into your mouth before you say or do something embarrassing.

From: Eggsy (3:05pm)

Hey! My turn to host the holiday party this year so stick around London on the 19th. Better bring a good gift this time >:(

To: Eggsy (3:07pm)

Kk. You make it sound like what I brought last year was terrible tho

From: Eggsy (3:08pm)

You brought an empty tin of cookies and said you’d been swarmed by raccoons

To: Eggsy (3:09pm) 

Those trash pandas are vicious beasts

From: Eggsy (3:09pm)

You had chocolate stains all over your face

To: Eggsy (3:09pm)(unsent)

I don’t know what you’re talking about

To: Eggsy (3:09pm)(unsent)

It was a longer driver than I anticipated, alright?

To: Eggsy (3:09pm)(unsent)

You’re one to talk Mr. Hoverboard. At least I didn’t set anyone on fire :P

To: Eggsy (3:13pm) 

What time should I come with my great gift?

From: Eggsy (3:14pm)

See you at 7 :D

“A lot of famous faces from the motorsport community are coming to this ceremony tonight. Is there anyone in particular you’re excited about seeing, Javi?” asks the interviewer. 

Javi offers a dimpled grin, a hand reaching up to adjust his glasses as a ripple of flashing cameras erupts at the arrival of another guest. “To be honest, if I named everyone I’m excited to see we’d be here all night,” he answers with a chuckle. “There are so many big names appearing on stage. True legends of motorsport I’ve looked up to since I was a kid. And then there’s also so much rising talent too, like rarita here.” 

The interviewer, you think her name is Shelley, blonde haired with a beaming smile, turns the microphone to you. Your dress suddenly feels two times too tight, constricting air flow. God, you wish you had even a smidge of Javi’s confidence, charming everyone he talks to, looking like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine in his black suit. Even his glasses manage to come across as elegant rather than boring.

Focus, you tell yourself, remembering your lessons with Barbara. No slouching. No pineapple face. And absolutely no public displays of vomiting regardless of your level of anxiety.

“That’s right. You’ll be a full-time driver in F1 next season. Things can’t get much better for you at the moment Oddball, can they?”

You stand up straighter, imagining your parents watching back home, no doubt having bragged to everybody in the village about their daughter appearing on tv, on a red carpet no less. Thinking of them, of their pride and love, of their support and sacrifices, makes the smile stretching across your face feel a little less forced. 

“It’s been an unbelievably great year,” you say, using every bit of self-control to keep your voice level. “I didn’t expect a second-place finish for the season. It was a very competitive bunch, including some of my best friends who I’m thrilled are going to join me on the grid. To finish 2022 with that ranking and gain a seat with Vulpecula is just amazing.”

Shelley nods, then proceeds to make an exaggerated show of looking you over head to toe. “Well, I’d bet all the money in my wallet that if you turned up to the paddock looking as stunning as you do right now you’d win the race by a landslide.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, refraining from grimacing. She’s the third interviewer tonight to make a comment about your appearance, meanwhile Javi and the other male drivers have been asked questions about racing and their preparation for the upcoming season. 

“I don’t think the FIA would approve of these heels,” you reply, adding a chuckle even though it sounds hollow to your own ears. You feel Javi’s hand on your lower back, a grounding touch. A silent message of reassurance that he’s on your side. An ally in this sea of fancy clothes and flashbulbs. 

Stay together, Gabriella had said before you and Javi got in the limo to the event, a command echoed by an equally-stern looking Barbara. You’re not just teammates at headquarters and during grand prix weekends. As long as you race for Vulpecula, you’re partners through thick and thin. Even if one of you makes a mistake, no matter what, stay together.

“You want me to cough or something next time?” Javi murmurs in your ear as you scoot along the red carpet a couple more steps. 

“What?” you ask distractedly, barely avoiding stepping on the extravagant train of Lauren Van Chance’s dress. The mauve fabric probably costs more than the budget of the whole award show. No way you would have left here alive if you’d torn a hole in it.

“If another interviewer makes an objectifying comment, I could have a coughing fit. Or try to trip them. Or stare down the camera like we’re on The Office —”

“As hilarious as that would be,” you say through a snort of laughter, genuine this time, “nah, that’s alright.”

“You sure?” Javi checks.

“I’m sure. Thanks, curls.”

Busy Bee Blog (BBB) - Style Post #37 Sunday December 18 2022

Summary: See the best dressed at the most prestigious award event for the motorsport industry.

FOURTEEN BIGGEST MOMENTS AT THE 2022 DRIVE AWARDS

By Pippa Vitalis, Bubblefeed Updated 19 December 2022

Ricky Hauk wins Rookie of the Year Award

Robert McCall’s selfie with Eggsy Unwin, Oddball, and Ben Miller

Marcus Moreno dedicates his Racing Driver of the Year Award to his mother, Anita Moreno

Pero Tovar’s priceless facial expressions the whole night long

Javi Gutierrez calls his teammate Oddball “Rarita” on the red carpet

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The night after the Drive Awards, you arrive at Eggsy’s place right on time wearing a reindeer antler headband and a present tucked under your arm. Eggsy immediately steals the gift away when you enter, shaking it for suspicious noises as he takes it to the small pile in the corner. Ben flicks one of the plush antlers because every party needs an asshole, and Ricky brings you a glass of his famous sparkling punch with a happy grin. 

You’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow taking you back home with Sorgan. This is the last night you’ll spend with your friends for a long while, too busy and too spread out in the upcoming weeks to see each other. You hope you’ll see at least one of them at the start of the new year before the pre-season testing begins in February, but you also remember how virtually impossible it was for Ricky to carve out a spare day in his schedule before his rookie debut. For as hectic and rushed as things already seem, it’s only going to get worse for all of you.

“Benny brought his brother. You remember Will, yeah?” Eggsy says, gesturing with a nod of his chin to the blond chuckling at a wildly gesticulating Ben recounting a story. “He’s gonna be Benny’s new trainer, got a degree for it ‘n everything.”

William Miller. Of course you remember him. Can’t ever forget the boy who was your first crush once upon a time, heart beating a little faster whenever you saw him and his bright blue eyes at the karting races—not that you let anyone else know about your pining. Oh no, you had rather run over your own foot with your go-kart than let it slip you thought your friend’s older brother was cute. 

And he’s only become cuter since you last saw him several years ago, growing up into a tall, ruggedly handsome man with a scruffy beard and arm muscles bulging beneath the sleeves of his snowflake-patterned sweater when he crosses them over his chest.

Cheerful notes of a Christmas song blast out from the speakers on Eggsy’s stereo system, adding to the festive atmosphere as more drinks are poured and conversations continue to flow. JB the pug darts about the room, body wiggling madly with every friendly scritch to his ears he receives, dressed for the holiday in a collar adorned with a little green-and-red plaid bowtie. Spoiled, critics might say, those who don’t know the story of how and when JB came into Eggsy’s life. Cherished, you say instead, because you do know.

Ben tells you what a great teammate Frankie’s been so far, taking him to The Chill Zone for the first time. The local snow cone stand in Altair has closed for the winter season, but you make a mental promise to take Javi to it as soon as the temperature warms up. You’d invited your teammate to come along to the party, certain none of your friends would mind, but he’d had an early morning flight back to Spain. Hopefully the trip soothes some of his homesickness.

“Just do yourself a favor and avoid lavender bubblegum at all costs.” Ben sticks his tongue out, face scrunching with disgust. “Frankie’s got a shit sense of taste.”

You congratulate Ricky again on his Rookie of the Year Award, surprised when he confesses how nervous he was standing up on stage in front of the crowd because he looked so professional in his suit and tie, thanking a long list of people who helped him on his journey. Will smoothly cuts into the conversation to offer some tips to improve self-confidence, saying he worked as a motivational speaker in order to pay for his classes. And you can picture it, him easily capturing an audience’s attention with his honeyed voice.

Ricky makes a hasty exit to fight Eggsy over the last sugar cookie, claiming he already called dibs, leaving you and Will alone in silence. It’s not uncomfortable, per se, but there’s a noticeable weight to it, neither one of you knowing what to say to alleviate the tension.

“You look like you’re enjoying the holiday spirit,” Will says finally with a crooked smile, glancing up at your antlers with amusement.

“I love it,” you answer with a wide grin, bells on your headband jingling lightly. “Are you looking forward to next season? I heard you’re gonna be Benny’s trainer. Good luck with that.”

“Thanks, I’ll definitely need it,” he chuckles and then shrugs his shoulders. “It’s going to be interesting—working with family always has its own unique challenges. But there’s no one else I’d like to help accomplish their dream more than my brother.”

You blink, watching as his eyebrows climb up his forehead, abruptly looking like a deer paralyzed by headlights.

“Not that I wouldn’t be excited for you if you became champion—or Eggsy or Ricky either!” He’s full-on babbling now, cheeks going pink. “We’re on opposite teams, but that doesn’t mean we’re archenemies, right? Right. I mean, I could-I could still take you out to dinner to, uh, catch up. Or a cup of coffee at least? Maybe?”

And suddenly you’re hit with the realization of what's happening. Will is asking you out. Your childhood crush is asking you out on a date. Wow. That’s—that’s hard to process. You feel as if your entire brain has forgotten words.

“Huh?” you say, more of a strangled noise than anything intelligible.

“Sorry, I’m not usually like this. I must sound like an idiot.” Will’s expression turns sheepish. “It’s been a while since we last saw each other, in person at least. You probably have a boyfriend or—”

“No, no! No boyfriends for me,” you quickly interject, then internally cringe because now look who sounds like an idiot. You avert your gaze to the snowflake pattern, unable to meet his blue eyes. “Dinner sounds great. I’d like that. When were you thinking?”

Will chuckles again, a little shaky and relieved sound that has some of the tension draining from your shoulders. It gives you the courage to look up and see the gentle smile playing on his lips. “Ben said you two are doing an interview together for Speed Beasts in January. I could tag along, bet you and me could find something we both like.”

You smile, heartbeat fluttering as you raise your cup in a mock-toast. “I bet we could.”

[poursomesunaonme]

for the promised event, can i ask for matsukawa issei with the song itch? i’m thinking mostly sfw, but i don’t mind if it gets a little suggestive if your inspiration leads you down that road. i’m all for pet names. i love all of them. go ham. you decide on the trope. whatever the song and issei inspire in you <3

also! this event is so cute and i’m very excited to see what you write for it (both my request ofc but also any other incoming requests) AND ALSO! congratulations on the milestone! well deserved. you’re lovely <3

HI MICAAAA ! thank u for ur submission !!! <3

cw: gn reader, idiots to lovers, cameos from oikawa n iwa, smoochin !

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait / for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

“just terrible, mattsun,” oikawa groans as they both lean back against the couch, finishing a match of their video game.

“you fucked us that round,” issei snaps, tossing the controller onto the coffee table.

“you both just suck.” iwa’s already getting up to get another round of refreshments.

“that may be true,” tooru’s eyes glisten.  “but actually i’m thinking of something else.  something that begins with…” he sings the first letter of your name.  mattsun had been talking about how you fell asleep in his bed the night before (yet again) and he still hasn’t admitted how he feels about you.

“what is it?” issei’s ears burn and he cocks an eyebrow, trying to keep up the cool façade.

“nothing, nothing.” tooru waves a hand teasingly, letting his unspoken thought crackle in the air.

iwa comes back with more drinks and passes them out.  “shittykawa’s too much of an asshole to just flat out say it, but just fucking kiss ‘em already.  you’ve already slept in the same bed - and god how do you do that without nothing occuring - so what difference does it make?”

issei’s mouth opens, then closes as he tries for an answer.

“i’ve never seen you this flustered,” tooru giggles, sipping his drink pointedly.

iwa’s mouth sets in a hard line.  “you just gotta go for it, man.  at this point, it wouldn’t be a mistake if you’re that close.”  he sighs, his hands on his hips.  “but it’ll just get weirder the more you drag it out.  if they’re not gonna make the move, you just gotta do it.  the rest will work itself out.”

tooru’s screen lights up and he types something, then puts it down.

“problem solved. they’re on their way.”

“what-” issei stands up, nearly knocking over the whole table.  his heart begins to pound - he can hear it in his ears.  “you can’t - you can’t just-”

“well, i did!” tooru grins, tugging on iwa’s sleeve.  “they’ll be here in a few.  we’ll give you some privacy.”

they dash out in haste with iwa slapping the back of tooru’s head, leaving mattsun to his own devices while he paces around their shared apartment.  after a few seconds of freaking out, he takes a deep breath.  he brushes his teeth.  he dabs on a bit of cologne.  he slaps his cheeks a few times.  your knock sounds out through the apartment.

“hi,” you breathe when he opens the door.  you peer inside, slightly confused at the strange silence within the apartment.  oikawa had texted you to come hang out, and usually he’s calling out to you when you get there.  and then you see mattsun’s demeanor.  he looks nervous.  his cheeks are flushed.  his lips are slightly parted.  there’s a bit of a sheen of skin on his forehead.

“are you-”

he immediately cuts you off, pressing his mouth against yours.  it’s swift but sweet and he pulls back quickly.  you immediately feel heat rushing into your cheeks as you stare at him, unable to say anything else.  it was an embarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent together, an embarrassingly long amount of time you knew you’d liked him but weren’t sure how to communicate it, an emarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent wanting to kiss him, even if it was just a peck goodnight before you passed out in his bed like clockwork.

“i-”

he effectively cuts you off again, tongue gliding over your bottom lip just to taste the strawberry lip gloss you applied just in case it would finally happen (it had been months and you’d gone through multiple sticks of it).  his breath is heavy through his nose as he breathes, then pulls back.

“listen—sorry it took so long, but... just shut up and kiss me."

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[cowgurrrl]

came across one of those "appreciation" videos where actors/actresses will be accepting awards and thanking certain people, this one was about their partners and thanking them so OFC i immediately thought of actress!reader and the MANY times she's thanked joel because 🥹🥹 LIKE THAT'S TRUE LOVE.

and also too, i was thinking about this earlier and mostly about them early in their careers before they had even met but it's crazy how the two of them, at the start of their careers, wouldn't have thought that they'd wind up being each other's loves one day! they probably saw maybe some interview clips or something of each other early in their careers but a relationship with each other was never a thought. it's so crazy to think about and i just GO INSANE OVER IT 😭😭 because it's like "who would've thought?!" y'know haha.

i go insane over them but i adore them!

I knew I was saving this for the right time

Here are some of the ways I think they thank each other over the years while accepting awards

Joel: “There are so many special people in my life to thank but especially my partner. Honey, thank you for your support.” “To my fiancée, thank you for lovin’ me enough to endure the late nights at the studio and bein’ my inspiration. I love you.” “I have to thank my wife for her endless support over these past few years. I wouldn’t have had half the courage to make this if it weren’t for you so thank you, thank you, thank you.” “My wife couldn’t be here tonight because she’s at home with our son and I love everyone in this room very much but not as much as my family. I can’t wait to get home and share this victory with her. Honey, if you’re watchin’, please know this is more your award than it is mine. Every day, I try to make you proud and I hope this does that.” “Uh, to my wife, thank you for marryin’ me and keepin’ me grounded. I might win Grammy’s but I’ll still wake up for midnight diaper duty with the girls so you can sleep. I love you.” “My wife told me I didn’t have to thank her in every acceptance speech because we’ve been together for so long but I can’t think of a more appropriate person to praise than her. I love you so, so, so much and I’ll announce it every chance I get.”

Reader: “My partner, Joel, thank you for doing everything from driving me to set to making sure I ate. I love you.” “I wouldn’t have had the courage to do this project if it weren’t for my fiancé, Mr. Joel Miller. Thank you for believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” “To my husband, thank you for marrying me and reading through lines with me until it’s way too late so I don’t get in trouble at work. You’re a real one for that.” “Um, to Joel. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promised you I wouldn’t go into labor if I won and I’m trying really hard to keep that promise. I love you.” “My husband is at home with our toddler but I owe him the biggest thank you for being the best dad and supporting me when I went back to work. I knew he was a good dad long before I married him but I’ve gotten the remarkable opportunity of getting to know how supportive he is as a partner as well. I love doing life with you. I love you. Thank you.” “To Joel and all five of my kids, everything I am, I am because of you. I will spend a thousand lifetimes trying to prove how much I love you.” “To my husband and now business partner, Joel Miller, getting to experience life with you is one of the greatest joys I’ve ever had. I love you. Thank you for believing in me.”

I also think their paths would’ve crossed but nothing super intense!! Casual likes on instagram and maybe seeing each other at events for mutual friends. I have it in my head that they would’ve been friendly but definitely not friends by any means (hence the enemies to lovers storyline 😈) I totally think they look back on early, early pictures of the two of them together and are like “WAIT YOU WERE THERE?!” And it’s just so funny to think back on that time