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[f1-giuki]

New Ao3 fic alert!!!

Red, White & Orange-Nassau

completed! 9 chapters, 54.9k words, Red, White & Royal Blue au! playlist for chapter 1.

Plot: Diplomatic accidents don’t necessarily happen because of political feuds, sometimes they happen because a certain rockstar can’t shut his mouth at a royal wedding and the Crown Prince feels the need to obliterate his idiotic face, with those gentle green eyes and that stupid dark eyeshadow he always wears.

Said European crisis, as the New York Times put it, is more likely to happen if those in the room fighting are Charles Leclerc, frontman of rock band Moonlight, and Dutch Prince Max Emilian van Orange-Nassau Verstappen, the two eternal mediatic rivals.

But what if the fight ruins the short streak of good press the Dutch Royal Family got, what if suddenly the Dutch public opinion stopped liking Max, what if Charles’s reputation starts cracking too and with it his chances to win a Grammy?

What if this leads to a fake public truce and an equally fake friendship? Could this be the start of something at court or just the beginning of the end?

[pup-pee]

he is the dirt under my fingernails

[anastoza]

I'm in progress of making something really silly and all that can stop me is my inability to finish things MAYBE THIS PICTURE WILL GIVE YOU AN IDEA OF WHAT IT WILL BE

[iceclew]

Did I accidently write more than just a few lines of dialogue for this scene?... *shyly fumbling with fingers* 🥹👉👈 maybe...

Sorry, I suck at words and this isn't betaread nor properly proofread and I am not native english, I'm very sorry in advance...

full story down below

(Chappel Roan - Love me Anyway)

(Benson Boone - Slow it Down)

"VICE-CAPTAIN!!!!"

The tiny moving plush-like thing in his hand apparently started screaming as well now.

"WHY ALWAYS MEEE!?!?"

What looked like the chibi mini-version of the Defence Force's biggest trump card, struggled to hold on his thumb, kicking around those little feet of his.

"Well, now I'm quite curious abut THAT story..."

"I CAN'T TURN BACK AND I AM T I N Y !!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )"

"I see that... How'd you even get in here?"

Tiny #8 stopped fidgeting a bit. Instead two unproportionally big round dark eyes goggled at him. It was undeniably adorable to look at. "Well after THIS happened, I couldn't grab my phone on the table anymore, so I ran around to find someone, but I figured Narumi and Kikoru would very likely take advantage of my situation and do something stupid with me."

"Oh yeah, they definitely would and I get why, honestly."

"So I ran around to find you, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG THE 1st DIVISION IS, WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS, OK?! And then I saw the slightly opened window and just crawled in... ༼☯﹏☯༽"

"Wait... you know where my temporary place in the 1st Division is located? Why?"

"....Coincidence? (*ﾟｰﾟ) "

He sighed. "Well just when you think you saw everything...Kafka Hibino enters the stage..."

"SIR, WHAT SHOULD I DO?? WHY ARE THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPENING TO ME??"

"you really want me to answer that, bud?", he barely tried to hide the undertone of his voice, which left the small creature on the palm of his hand baffled for a second.

"Wha-? HEY, MEAN!! What are you on about!?"（＞д＜）

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know STOP CHANGING in general, like I told you f.ex.. or maybe stick to your training routine without going OVERBOARD on a regular basis? How 'bout that?"

The big dark round eyes got even bigger with every word spoken.

"Yeah, don't look at me like that, I might coincidently got wind of stuff, you know?"

His unexpectedly open and emotional response threw Kafka off. For a second he forgot about his *tiny* main problem, his mind jumped between confused and worried and he couldn't comprehend with his reaction for now. After some awkward seconds in silence, Hoshina's tone grew significantly calmer, but still sort of off to his usual self-assured expression. "Well at least this time you're actually telling me about stuff that bothers you, huh?"

Silence again. While hanging from the palm of his Vice-Captain's hand Kafka realized something (besides his size) was different. His senses grew more aware of his surroundings to find answers.

"Are... are you drunk, sir?"

Besides the slight scent of alcohol in the air, and the - well quite obvious - bottle of sake on the table, the startled twitch on his face confirmed Kafka's guess was right. Other than the sake the only other thing on the table were some snacks. Another odd thing to Kafka, who was used to see Hoshina's surroundings stuffed with documents, loose papers, books and other work related things.

The silence lingered around them uncomfortably. To Kafka's suprise Hoshina was seemingly struggling with words. A look on his face Kafka couldn't remember seeing before. Now his mind definitely jumped to 'worried'.

Hoshina tried to mimic an insulted face and looked away. "A little tippsy at most... I'm off-duty for tonight.." Besides the slightly blushed nose and cheeks, Kafka now noticed some dark circles under red eyes. "..and despite my gut telling me better, I assumed I probably won't be needed anymore today, and that I could hang loose a little. It's not my Division after all, there's another Captain and Vice-Captain in charge here. So I might as well make use of that chance... Should have known, it would end up that way or another.. " He smiled a bit and Kafkas felt like his heart clenching from the sight. "Although I definitely should have placed my bet on YOU to be the reason for that." He chuckled lightly, while his expressions grew somewhat softer.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Nah, it's fine. As if I didn't get used to your-"

"I never put much thought to it, but ever since the Defence Force started preparing for the big counter attack on #9 your workload must've at least doubled in the 3rd and 1st Division.. and here I am still taking over the rest of your time as well..."

"Don't like where this is going, officer... You're not starting pitying me, are ya?"

"No I-...I just feel like.. I didn't realize, and there for not appreciated your work enough.." Silence. "And also.." The tiny kaiju had his look glued to the floor in front of him for a while now. "I know you told me to brush it off earlier but,... I truly regret ... not telling you about... #8 n'stuff.. I'm sorry... I'd change that if I could.."

A small plushy-sized Kaiju was gently put back on the ground again. Hoshina scratched his nose for a second, before bending far back to the other side of the room. He grabbed for his smartphone that was burried in piles of carelessly pushed aside documents.

"As I said. You're here now, aren't ya?" When he got his phone he chose to stay laid down on the floor and started typing something on the lightened screen.

A tiny transformed Kafka carefully made his way around and walked up on eye-level with Hoshina's face again. Once again overwhelmed by his current state of being, he let himself fall back on the floor and sat on the ground. "So... what should I do?"

"The first thing WE do is trying to make some calls. But since you seem to be in no life-threatening condition, we might have to wait 'till tomorrow for a first medical examination. If that's the case you'll stay, and I get you down to the lab first thing in the morning."

"Wait!" The tiny Kaiju made a suprisingly far jump right up to Hoshina's chest and pressed the (for him very big) red hang-up button on the screen with both paws. "You're right about that, I won't die this second from being tiny, so we might as well wait for tomorrow."

The questioning look on the opposite's face made a tiny Kafka look away and scratch his neck shyly. "Well, since you're ... I dunno,... I feel like, I can't have you be seen d-dru- .. like this by other officials of the 1st Division, b-because of me..."

A finger poked his forehead, which caused a tiny being like him to fall right back landing on warm soft fabric of Hoshina's shirt.

"Idiot. But you might be right about that."

[flowerakatsuka]

Osomatsu-san ~Le bourgeon~ & ~Fleurir~ Hikokuji (2019)

[girlyteengirl16]

guys i hate myself so much it genuinely gives me a stomach ache

[daemon-in-my-head]

Sometimes I can sit down and actually get shit done. Sometimes I can attempt that realism bit. And then I get too tired of blending, so whatever the fuck this is happens, and I'll just accept it. Close ups under cut.

[discoveredreality]

hi

[icantmoveitmoveitanymore]

This is most likely ooc but tumblr better show this in the tags this time (repost...)

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: talks of illness, needle mention/getting a shot

Bakugou loves you in your entirety. Loves your smart mouth and your little grins and fluttering lashes whenever you’re begging him for something. Swears to whoever would listen that he’d do anything for you.

Even when that includes taking care of you when your sickness becomes too great. When your body is too heavy to let you sit up on your own. Dabs a cold rag against your forehead when you break out in sweats from your low, holds a cup of orange juice to your lips (hand squeezed himself when you told him you hated how sour the processed ones tasted), unwraps your candy wrappers when your hands shake too much. He dotes over you the whole time, asks if you’re okay but only reply with a nod when you have a mouthful of candy, let’s you lay all over him when technically you’re in range again but your physicality hasn’t yet caught up.

And when you’re high, he doesn’t berate you. Doesn’t guilt trip you for eating a little more than expected, taking a little less insulin that you had calculated. He only kisses your forehead, brings you water bottle after water bottle when you go through them, doesn’t complain when he has to keep pausing the tv for your bathroom breaks.

Bakugou loves you in your entirety, with every ounce of his being. Never faults you when you’re moody, only asks in the most gentle tone if you’ve checked your numbers lately, and doesn’t hold it against you when you confess that that’s the root of your attitude right now.

He gives you your shots and draws a little pinprick of blood from your fingers, even though it terrifies him to do so. He’d hate to fuck up, but your belly has gotten so sore from the overuse of the area. Stands above you on the side of the bed, bent at the waist, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth, eyebrows downturned in concentration the whole time. He talks the step aloud of giving you a shot in your thigh, over wipes the area with alcohol, holds the fat there tightly until you giggle that he can relax a little. You have to remind him not to hold his breath when the needle slides in smoothly, and that he doesn’t have to kiss the area every time he finishes.

Bakugou rubs the knots out in the puffy areas, the lumps hiding underneath your skin. Gets a warm washcloth and soothes it over your skin when it gets sensitive to the touch. Doesn’t let you hide them when you undress, only kisses and kisses until the ache is somehow gentler on your muscles.

And on the days where you struggle, Bakugou is always there, a pillar for you to lean on. When the insurance is doing stupid shit with life threatening medicine, he’s there handling everything when your frustration takes over. When the media or fans make offensive stereotypes or comments or even ‘jokes’, he doesn’t hesitate to educate them, put them in their place, make them apologize even when he knows it’s hit something vulnerable in you. He fills you up on carbs before you go out drinking, and puffs his chest out when he gives you your shot in front of your friends with a little more confidence.

He annoys you though, with your CGM. He’ll send Kirishima or Mina over to your place when he gets a notification that you’re either high or low. Sends you a text that you’re rapidly dropping and better be stuffing some skittles in your mouth right now.

Bakugou loves you, and never in spite of your illness. He loves you, with your illness, with your lumps, with your mood swings and sensitivity when things just won’t go right today. He loves you, with everything that makes him whole, he loves you.

[caffeine-and-computers]

got into an interesting discussion with another writer and now I need your input. is there a particular way of killing characters that you just can't do because it hurts you too much to write? like oddly specific empathy?

[essektheylyss]

I presume that if you follow me you probably like D&D-esque storytelling, amoral mages, and also treason, and if so you are in luck!

I wrote probably the most on brand piece for a very cool publication called Ballads of the Distant Reaches, in which all of the stories take place in (and build the lore of) the same fantasy world. Mine is the story of a former magical arms dealer turned priest of chaos on trial for treason following a siege of the capital by his former collaborator. (Like I said, very on brand.) I got to write some absolute bastards in some absolute shit situations, and also a very fun description of a realm of chaos. Check it out!

[bbyboybucket]

Calling all blue heeler owners (or just dog owners in general)!!!!

How the actual fuck do y’all manage the shedding, bc my guy is the worst shedder I’ve seen and is even worse now that it’s springtime. I woulda never guessed it’d be so bad bc he’s a short haired dog but I was not prepared for the double coat. I’ve gotta say, my parents have a Great Pyrenees and my dog sheds WORSE than him

And I’m trying EVERYTHING! I vacuum almost daily which includes vacuuming the furniture bc it gets stuck so bad. I even bought a mini hand held vacuum for furniture and my car but it doesn’t matter bc 5 seconds later, it’s covered in fur again. I brush him almost daily and every time it’s like shearing a sheep, even after 30 min brushing sessions, it just keeps coming. I have a million lint rollers not just for myself but for the furniture multiple times a day AND I have lint roll him too to get the excess off but it still doesn’t help much. He also has a salmon diet which is supposed to be for a healthy coat in general but I’ve also heard fish oils and fatty acids help shedding too but it’s not 🥲.

So that being said, any advice? Bc fuck, the hair is literally everywhere all the time. And like I said, now that it’s spring and getting hot, chunks fall out

[000grayz]

Drew the creeps (please help)

[natsboygirlfriend]

girlbloggers aren't that bad when they aren't talking about fucking their teacher