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the-f1x · 5 months ago
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trashytracktales · 13 days ago
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girl reading your logan fic right before my period is doing things to MEEE!! istg I’m desperate. i want to reality shift just to have logan in my bedroom 😔💔
ANYWHO
you could say I’m feeling….freakilicious and i have some smut brainworms…
logan coming back home after a gymsesh all sweaty to find reader sleepy and eventually wake her up w head and body worshipping kisses and praise….and then letting whiny reader cum on his fingers while his hair messily hangs in front of his eyes 🤤🤤🤤 and then sex before just sweet aftercare and a gentle shower 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
(if you’re open to writing things like that)
Early sessions | LS²
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💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── Reading anything remotely spicy before your period is like pouring gasoline on an already raging fire... God’s strongest soldier, I reckon. Hope this helps, and sorry for the late response 😔🤞🏻
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𐙚 summary ──── Early gym sessions only fuel Logan’s energy, and when he returns home to his girlfriend, sweaty and full of adrenaline, things can only go one way — his.
𐙚 pairing ──── Logan Sargeant x she/her reader
𐙚 rating ──── explicit
𐙚 category ──── F/M
𐙚 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, fluff & smut, established relationship, descriptive language, swearing, fingering & oral ─ (f)receiving, unprotected sex, mild possessive behavior, overstimulation, playful dynamics.
𐙚 word count ──── 3.1k
𐙚 date ──── Jan. 9, 2025
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LOGAN’S MORNING WAS quiet so far.
Now, coming back home from training, the sun is just beginning to rise, casting warm streaks of amber light across the polished floors. He always liked the early sessions, when the world was still asleep, and he was the only one sweating at the gym.
His shirt clings to him, soaked with the result of his efforts, and his hair is damp, curling slightly at the ends from sweat. Dropping his keys onto the counter with a soft clink, he toes off his sneakers and heads straight for the bedroom.
Inside, she is still curled up beneath the sheets, her soft breaths barely audible in the stillness. She’s cocooned in the blanket, one bare shoulder peeking out, the gentle rise and fall of her chest confirming she’s lost in her dreams. Logan leans against the doorway for a moment, his chest tightening with a quiet kind of affection; this is his favorite sight.
Logan’s steps are careful as he approaches, the slight creak of the floorboard causing her to stir just a little. He pulls off his damp shirt and tosses it into the laundry basket, running a hand through his messy hair. Cold sweat still clings to his skin, his muscles taut, but he doesn’t care. All he can focus on is her, the way the shy golden light of the morning caresses her skin.
He knows he should go shower, but a tiny thought crosses his mind before he can do anything about it.
Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Logan leans over, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She doesn’t stir, her lips parting slightly. He smiles, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to her temple, then to her cheek, and finally to the corner of her mouth. The kisses are tender, each one awakening the fire inside him.
Her breathing shifts, a soft, sleepy murmur escaping her lips as she begins to stir. “Lo? You leaving already?” she asks, her voice laced with confusion and sleep.
In response, his lips trail down her neck, placing gentle, lingering kisses on her collarbone, then lower. The blanket slips down as his hands work to uncover her, his fingers skimming over her bare skin, reverent and calculated.
“No, baby,” he murmurs against her skin, his lips brushing over the curve of her breast. “I just got back.”
“Mhm,” she hums, extending her arms to pull him closer to her, embracing him tightly. “Come here, then, stinky boy.”
He chuckles as he gets up to head toward the bathroom, her teasing voice still ringing in his ears.
“Stinky boy is going to shower first,” says Logan.
But before he can take another step, her hand wraps around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He glances back at her, eyebrows raised, but she just tugs him gently toward the bed, her lips curving into a playful smile.
“Did I say I mind?” she asks, her tone soft but laced with intent.
Logan blinks in surprise, a slow grin spreading across his face as she pulls him down onto the bed. “Oh? Guess not,” he rasps, his voice dropping as he leans in closer.
His large, calloused hands start caressing her sides, mapping every curve with devotion as he leans back in to kiss her neck.
“How was, uh, training?” she whines softly, a hint of need lacing her tone.
Logan hums, the sound low and warm, vibrating against her skin. “Missed you,” he confesses, his voice a little more ragged now. “I skipped cardio so I can come back faster.”
“Oh no,” she replies in a bad, dramatic voice, pulling back to look at him, “You should never skip cardio. What kind of example are you setting?”
Logan laughs, his voice playful. “Think you could help me make up for it?”
Her mock outrage melts into a knowing smile, her fingers threading through his hair. She nods slowly, her voice turning softer. “Of course... but only because I’m so generous.”
Her eyes meet Logan’s gaze as he looks down at her, his hair hanging in messy strands over his forehead. For a moment, they just look at each other, her body pliant beneath his touch as his hands skim lower.
“There goes my generous girl,” he praises gently, his voice melting into her as his fingers slide between her legs, parting her folds. He groans softly at the wetness that meets him, the ultimate proof of how much she wants him even in her half-asleep state. “Let’s see just how much.”
“Lo…gan,” her voice breaks as his thumb finds her clit, circling tenderly, sending sparks shooting through her body.
“Yeah? That good, baby?” he soothes, pressing a kiss to her hip.
As a response, her thighs part easily for him, as if her body knows this rhythm instinctively. She’s already so wet it’s obscene, his fingers sliding through her slick folds with almost no resistance. It’s as if he hadn’t fucked her senseless the night before, leaving her trembling and spent in their bed.
“Look at you,” Logan whispers, his breath warm against her skin. His middle finger slips inside her effortlessly, drawing a low, broken moan from her lips. He works her open by patiently curling his finger in just the right way that has her hips rocking up into him.
“More��” she whines, her voice a desperate plea, her nails digging into his damp shoulder. His natural scent is immediately invading her senses, driving her insane.
“More,” he parrots, adding another finger, the stretch making her moan a little louder. “Obsessed with those sounds, baby. But it’s not what you want, is it?”
The wet sounds of his fingers pumping into her mix with the soft cries spilling from her mouth. She clenches tightly around him, her walls fluttering as his thumb grazes her clit in a teasing circle. Her hips grind against his hand, her movements wild and needy, chasing every ounce of pleasure he’s giving her.
“Please, Logan,” she cries, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as his tongue replaces his thumb, lapping hungrily at her swollen clit.
Her cries only spur him on, the way she tightens her thighs around his head and tugs at his hair sending jolts of heat straight to his cock. He’s already rock hard, his cock straining against his gym shorts as the thought of fucking her warm, wet, and open body consumes him.
“Fuck, you always taste so good,” Logan mumbles against her, the vibrations of his voice making her thighs tremble. “I can’t get enough of you,” he continues, burying his face deeper into her, his fingers moving in tandem with his tongue, driving her higher and higher.
“Oh my—Logan,” she moans, her voice breaking as her walls begin to tighten more rapidly around his fingers. The tension in her body coils tight, her thighs trembling and her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps.
“Yes, baby. That’s it,” he praises, his words muffled against her. “Let me feel you.”
Her release crashes over her, her entire body shaking as her cries fill the room. Her walls squeeze his fingers in a vice-like grip, dripping onto his hand and his chin as she shatters beneath him.
He slows his movements gradually, his tongue and fingers easing her through the aftershocks. When she finally comes back to herself, he pulls back slightly, bringing his hand up to his mouth. His blue eyes lock on hers as he licks his fingers clean, dragging his tongue from base to tip, savoring every drop of her.
“Wanna taste?” asks Logan, offering his fingers.
Her cheeks flush, but she leans forward, wrapping her lips around their slickness. Her tongue swirls around as she cleans them thoroughly, her eyes never leaving his. The intimacy of the moment sends a bolt of heat straight through both of them, their breaths deep and alert.
Logan leans in, capturing her lips in a messy, desperate kiss at the sight of her. Their tongues meet, tasting her on each other, hot and needy, their movements unrestrained, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip as she moans into his mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Logan sits back on his knees, freeing his cock from his shorts; it’s hard and aching, the tip leaking as he strokes himself briefly before lining up with her dripping entrance.
“Still feeling generous?” he asks against her lips, teasing her with shallow thrusts, the head of his cock brushing against her clit before slipping just barely inside.
“Yes… yes, very,” she replies impatiently.
Logan whimpers against her lips, the sound deep and guttural as he presses the head of his cock against her soaked entrance. With one deliberate thrust, he pushes inside, her walls stretching to welcome his length. He breathes heavily at the slick, wet heat of her, his body trembling with restraint as her sensitive pussy clenches around him from the lingering aftershocks of her first orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” he rasps, his voice wrecked, as he drags himself out slowly, only to push back in, deeper this time. Her tightness grips him perfectly, and every thrust drags along her walls, making her whimper beneath him.
“So full, baby,” she gasps, her voice breathy. Her hands fly to his back, her nails raking across his skin as she clings to him, her body arching to meet every thrust. “Can you, mhm—harder.”
Something snaps inside him at her request. His fingers dig into her hips, lifting her slightly as he starts to move harder, his hips snapping into hers with a force that has her moaning loudly, the sound unabashed and desperate.
“Good enough?” he growls, his tone rough as he watches her fall apart beneath him.
“So good, baby. Don’t stop,” she cries, her nails digging deeper into his skin.
Without warning, Logan flips her onto her stomach, his strength effortless as he pulls her hips up. The shift leaves her breathless, her knees barely holding her up as he guides her into position. He presses a firm palm between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest down into the pillows while angling her hips higher.
“Logan!” she cries in protest. “Don’t—”
“I take care of you, yeah?” Logan cuts her off. “Stay just like that,” he orders, his voice dripping with dominance, and she shivers at the command.
The first thrust from behind has her crying out, her body jolting forward from the force. He grips her waist tightly, pulling her back to meet his thrusts as he sets a punishing pace. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the room, wet and filthy, almost drowned out by her moans and his deep grunts.
“You feel so good,” Logan groans, his fingers pressing into the flesh of her hips, leaving bruises he knows she’ll find later. “So fucking good, baby. You were made for me, it’s maddening.”
Each thrust drives him deeper, his cock hitting spots inside her that have her wailing into the pillows. She can feel him everywhere — thick, hard, and raw as he claims her. The pressure builds again, her entire body tightening as her second orgasm crashes into her without warning.
“Fuck, yes,” she encourages, her walls clamping down around his length as her release soaks them both. “Logan, I—”
“Shit, baby... fuck. You’re dripping all over,” Logan growls, his eyes glued to the way her pussy clenches and pulses around his cock. The sight alone nearly undoes him, his lips parting as if in reverence for the obscene display before him.
He leans over her, his chest pressed to her back as his hand slips beneath her to circle her clit. “My girl,” he whispers into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Best I’ve ever fucking had. I could stay inside you forever.”
Her body trembles under him, her moans turning into sobs of pleasure as he thrusts faster, his rhythm growing erratic. His fingers on her clit send her spiraling into overstimulation, her entire body shaking as her release gushes over him again.
“Wait. Lo, I’m—” she whimpers, her voice broken.
“It’s okay, baby. Take it all,” he growls, his hips slamming into her one last time as he spills deep inside her, his cock throbbing with his release. “Every fucking drop, beautiful.”
He stills, his body trembling as he collapses against her for a moment, their breathing heavy and uneven. When he pulls out, her pussy clenches one last time, and she comes again, her body betraying her exhaustion.
“Shit,” Logan swears, his voice thick with awe. He flips her over to face him, brushing damp hair from her face as she lies there trembling. “You’re so sensitive in the morning,” he realizes, his tone equal parts admiration and disbelief.
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before slipping his fingers back inside her, collecting the mess they’ve made together. His touch is slow, tender, as if soothing her oversensitive body.
“Lo…” she whispers, her voice shaky as he leans down to kiss her again, this time soft and unhurried. His tongue slides against hers, their kisses messy and intimate as his fingers continue their slow worship.
“All mine, yeah?”
“Mhm,” she agrees, meeting his gaze as his words settle over her.
Logan’s chest swells, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth as he leans down, trailing his lips lower. He kisses along her jawline, down the delicate curve of her neck, and then stops to worship the swell of her breast. His tongue flicks out to trace one of her nipples, drawing a gasp from her as he sucks it gently into his mouth.
“You’re so perfect for me,” he murmurs between warm, wet kisses, his free hand coming up to squeeze her other breast. His thumb brushes over the sensitive peak, sending shivers down her spine. “Letting me fuck you out of your dreams.”
She arches into his touch, her fingers weaving into his hair as he lavishes her with affection. “I’ll always let you fuck me,” she replies, her voice breathy and sincere.
Her words ignite something primal in him, and he groans softly against her skin before lifting his head to capture her lips once more. The kiss is heated but tender, filled with unspoken promises. His tongue slides against hers, coaxing her into a rhythm that leaves them both breathless.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, breathing wetly above her.
She nods against him, her cheek pressed to the warmth of his skin. “More than okay.”
He shifts slightly, tilting his head to look at her face. “You sure?” he presses gently, his thumb brushing over her shoulder.
She lifts her head to meet his gaze, a smile tugging at her lips. “I promise. I… had a dream about you,” she admits, her voice shy.
His brows lift slightly, intrigue sparking in his eyes. “Hm? Care to elaborate?”
She lets out a soft laugh, her nose brushing against his collarbone as she burrows closer. “Not really. Just you. You were touching me, whispering all those things you say to me, and it felt so real. When I woke up and you were actually there, I guess my body just… responded.”
Logan whimpers quietly, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “You’re making me jealous of Dream Logan,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She laughs again, her breath warm against his skin. “You should be. He was pretty amazing.”
Logan chuckles, his hand slipping lower to rest on the curve of her hip. “Guess I’ll have to work harder to outdo him,” he teases, his voice warm with affection.
Her laughter fades into a soft hum, and after a beat of silence, she lifts her head to look at him. “Maybe try that in the shower?”
Without giving her an answer, he scoops her up, making her squeal in surprise.
“Logan, I was joking! Put me down!” she protests, though she’s laughing.
He carries her straight into the bathroom, turning on the shower before stepping in with her still in his arms. The blast of cold water makes her yelp, squirming in his grasp. “It’s fucking freezing!” she squeaks, trying to shove him under the spray instead.
He holds her firm, grinning through her protests. “But it’s good for you.”
The water gradually warms, and she relaxes, a sigh escaping her lips as the heat soothes her skin. Logan sets her down gently, grabbing the soap with a soft smile. “Come on, turn around for me,” he speaks in a lower voice, the playfulness giving way to tenderness.
He starts at her neck, his soapy hands gliding over her skin with deliberate care. “Beautiful,” he whispers more to himself than to her. His hands move lower, massaging her shoulders before cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her peaks. She shivers under his touch, but he doesn’t linger, kneeling in front of her.
He continues, carefully washing between her legs, his touch gentle but thorough, his lips trailing kisses along her thighs as he does.
She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing at his reverence. “Lo,” she warns, her voice unsteady.
He looks up, his eyes smoldering. “Just making sure my girl is clean,” he teases before placing one last kiss on the inside of her thigh.
When it’s her turn, she takes her time, tracing her soapy hands over his chest and abs, her fingers lingering on the ridges of his muscles. “Good session,” she teases, grinning as she slides her hands down his back.
“My favorite workout,” he quips, his smirk returning.
“Wake me up tomorrow. Take me with you,” she suggests, circling around him on her tiptoes, her hands ghosting over his hips.
“No,” he replies shortly.
She stops, confused, “No?”
He shakes his head, “They have cameras everywhere. It’ll be pure torture.”
“I promise I’ll behave,” she teases further, her voice steady.
Logan turns quickly, pinning her gently against the cool tile wall, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss. The steam from the shower surrounds them, but it’s the heat between their bodies that consumes her. She feels him hard against her stomach, his need pressing into her.
“It’s not you I worry about.”
She pulls back just enough to palm him, her fingers wrapping around his length with a teasing squeeze. Logan hisses sharply, his head dropping against her shoulder.
“Turned from stinky boy into horny boy real quick,” she says with a grin, her hand beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm.
His breath catches, and he looks down at her hand before meeting her gaze, his eyes dark with pleasure. “I take that back. It’s you I worry about the most,” he groans, his voice rough, but the way his lips curl into a satisfied smile tells her he doesn’t mind at all.
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according2thelore · 3 months ago
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Does LS/ES Sam or Dean have conversations with their respective selfs about their partner like, "So, Sammy *still* does that thing in his sleep?" or "Please tell me LS!Dean grew out of that WildWest fixation".
GAHHHH ANON AHHHHH!!!!!!!!
LS!Dean sits at the library table, and ES!Sam & LS!Sam are sitting at the table in the corner, helping translate some more obscure lore. LS!Dean is tapping his pen on the table, and they can both tell it gets on their nerves as the incessant taptaptaptaptaptap of whatever metal song dean has stuck in his head echoes in the room.
"so discouraging to know he still does that," ES!Sam says, mouth twisted down in disgust, and LS!Sam hides his snort behind his palm. ES!Sam turns to LS!Sam, and sees the familiar judgemental, gleeful glint in his eye, and asks,
"does he still insist on keeping all his socks that are way past their expiry date?"
ES!Dean has a nasty habit of keeping his socks from the fruit of the loom six packs that are now grey or beige with age and have so many holes they could be used as leg warmers. they're perfectly good, sammy, dean insists, even as he wears blisters into his toes from his boots.
"turns out he doesn't just do it with his socks," LS!Sam says, somber, "it's his boxers, too."
ES!Sam recoils, but realizes unless dean put them in the laundry pile, he'd have no idea. LS!Sam gestures for him to get closer, and ES!Sam bends closer to hear him.
"i've had to start sneaking them out of his dresser. i found boxers last week that was just a square of fabric held to a triangle of fabric with one string. it was basically just a thong at that point."
ES!Sam bursts into laughter, shocking them both, and they talk for an hour about the dumb thing that their brother did, still does, and will in all likelihood continue to do.
yes, unfortunately, dean still has his wild west obsession. sam has found it is most productive if he can get dean to vent all his obsession for it into sam wearing a cowboy hat and/or assless chaps during sex once a month and let him spit-fuck him, and ES!Sam's jaw drops comically. no, actually, dean doesn't put that much sugar in his coffee anymore. he drinks it black. they both look a little uncomfortable about it before they confirm that indeed, dean still sneezes without covering his mouth--it's gross.
and yes--the tips of LS!Sam's ears flush when he says it--dean still flirts with people using that facial dumb expression of his but uh...he mostly uses it on sam, now. unfortunately, it usually works.
a week later, ES!Dean shuffles into the kitchen clearly exhausted, and when LS!Dean asks him what pissed in his cheerios, ES!Dean tells him ES!Sam was snuffling and muttering in his sleep again and the noise from the bed over kept waking him up.
"ugh!" LS!Dean says, "what's he stressed about?"
ES!Dean is kinda taken aback but yeah, it makes sense that he also picked up on the pattern, i mean, hell, it's him. ES!Dean shrugs.
"ionknow. but i'm two seconds away from taping his mouth shut. he keeps smacking his lips and it drives me nuts."
"two words," LS!Dean says, going to pour himself another cup of coffee, "oral fixation."
ES!Dean almost falls out of his stool. "fucking pardon??"
"yeah." LS!Dean shrugs. "he just wants stuff in his mouth. for a while he'd sleep with his face pressed against my shoulder, i think just to feel something on his mouth. he sleeps better when you start sharing a bed, though, so..."
ES!Dean looks like someone just hit him over the head, dazed.
"whenever he starts mutterin, i just roll over and throw an arm over him and he sleeps like a baby." LS!Dean takes a long, satisfying sip of his coffee, too pleased by the gobsmacked look on ES!Dean's face to care that it scorches his tongue.
"does..." ES!Dean clears his throat, shaking his head. he almost wants to say Stop Talking About Him Like That but stops himself in time. he forgets it's him he's talkin to. "does he still do that thing where he pushes his mouth up when he's concentrated."
LS!Dean softens. "oh yeah, he does. and he looks like a toddler every time." a pause. "i...uh, keep expecting look up and see him sitting there with bunky."
ES!Dean lights up. "oh shit!! bunky! i forgot about that raggedy thing."
bunky, of course, being a stuffed rabbit that pastor jim gave sam, and with which sam was obsessed for a few years. their talk is a bit more nostalgic, talking about things baby sam used to do that they notice adult sam doing now, including rub his eye with the back of his fingers when he gets tired.
"does sam ever get that stick outta his ass?" ES!Dean asks, and they're both grinning so big, high off being able to talk about sammy with someone who gets it, who knows him.
"nope." LS!Dean beams. "he stays our little pain in the ass forever."
they both kinda freeze, then turn to look at each other. our.
huh.
i had so much fun with this one omg your mind is so HUGE ANON AGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! thank you so much for sending it in mwah mwah mwah
-lizzy <3
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umgeorge · 8 months ago
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george russell ls interviewed during the press conference on media day, monaco - may 23, 2024 (transcript under the cut)
Interviewer: "George, coming to you now, a lot of positive comments coming out of Mercedesa fter the race on Sunday at Imola. Where is the car better after this latest raft of upgrades?" George: "Yeah, the car's definitely more balanced through the lap now. We were struggling a lot, at the start of the year, balancing the high to low speed corners, and I think we have made progress. When you look at the gap to Red Bull, when you look at the gap to the rest of the midfield, we have moved forward, but I do think it's fair to say Ferrari and McLaren have moved forward at the same rate, so we need to keep on working, bringing those upgrades to the car, and the whole team are working flat-out right now to bring those upgrades as quick as possible." Interviewer: "You've finished fifth here for the last two years. Do you have the performance to finish higher than that on merit?" George: "As the guys have been saying, Monaco's so challenging. There's so many disruptions throughout the whole weekend, and you just need to find that sweet spot. The track's evolving so much, it's getting faster and faster; often up to three seconds quicker in qualifying than it is in a practice one, two. Even if you have a good Friday, you need to be ready to adapt moving into Saturday, and we saw today… I was in the engineering meeting and there was bright blue sunshine, and then I came out andit was pouring down with rain, so that could add some spice to things." Interviewer: "Do you think the low speed performance of the car will help you?" George: "I think we've known all season that we struggle to balance high to low speed. We can either get it quite competitive in the low speed and we struggle in high speed, or vice versa, so we are hoping that with relatively consistent corner speeds at this circuit that we should be slightly more competitive."
[time jump] NOT SHOWN: Journalist: "Albert Fabrega, ESPN Latam. Do you think that deleting the quickest lap time of a driver causing a yellow or red flag during qualifying, it could be a good system for a particular track like this one, for example?" NOT SHOWN: Esteban Ocon: "I think, if I'm correct, that's being looked at by the FIA. I think recently we've discussed that in some drivers' meetings, that a situation where a driver would cause a red flag would be monitored. So I think that should be something sensible to be doing, because we've seen in the past drivers causing issues and the others not being able to do a lap. Yeah, that should be something that the FIA monitors, I think." George: "Yeah, I agree with Esteban. We obviously have laps deleted all the time in qualifying for track limits. I think if you were to cause a yellow flag or red flag, you should probably have your best lap deleted. Yeah, nothing more to say there."
[time jump] Journalist: "Roldan Rodriguez from DAZN, Spain. A question to George: Last race your teammate said that he would prefer Kimi Antonelli in Mercedes in next year. I would like to know your opinion, who is in pole next year for Mercedes?" George: "Yeah, I think Kimi's a fantastic driver. Obviously racing in Formula 2 this year, but he's no doubt gonna be a Formula 1 driver in the future. And he's a fellow junior driver, as well, coming through the ranks as I did with the team, so I think it makes for a great opportunity for Mercedes, building into the future. But, as I said before, I'd welcome anybody as my teammate. I feel like I've got a pretty good teammate right now, as it is, so yeah, welcome anybody."
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ofoceansandtombsanew · 3 months ago
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consider this part 2 to my poll from yesterday!
getting vengeance: honestly looking back at everything that happened, you were the one being wronged. not your parents, not your supposed beloved, not that ugly ass duke and definitely not the wretch who turned them against you even further. you were played like a fiddle. you only wanted to be loved. but fine. you're done begging for the love of those who never gave it to you in the first place. you're back once more and you're burning this bitch to the ground
repentance (peaceful)*: never again will you covet something that wasn't yours to begin with. never again will you covet anything. looking back on your actions were completely unjustifiable, you were a monster. this is only highlighted by the angelic saint that soothed the person you never could, someone who was truly born to be loved. you were not. you will make peace with that in this life and right all the wrongs of your previous life by preventing them from happening in the first place. you will do your best to live quietly and fade into nothing
*yeah you might have said all that but the story is not gonna let peace truly be an option for you, but hey good on you for deciding to be a better person. apparently doing that changes how people perceive you and make you.... i n t e r e s t i n g*
repentance (villainess-style): yeah yeah you were wrong. you were definitely wrong and you do vow to be different in this life. but to be honest... villainy is really all you're good at. so why not put that villainy to good use? you're already the mad dog of society and your reputation can't get any worse, so what's another stain or two? you've been known to slap people and pour wine on them for nothing, so why not slap someone and pour wine on them for harassing a poor maid? someone new has taken up the mantle for bullying the heroine? you'll just bully that bitch back, no one can out do you in being a terrible person, just watch
second verse, same as the first: clearly your death was more of a strategic failure than anything else. so you're going to change up the plan this time. you'll get what you want this time around. your first time was more of a skill issue, but that's changing promptly. you don't take Ls
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carlos-in-glasses · 8 months ago
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Hi! 😍😍
🧃 🍬 🥐 🦋 for the asks please 🥰🥰
Hello Kerry!!
🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before
I'm not entirely sure if this means personal fanlore like a headcanon or something lorey about me, so I'm going to sort of blend it and say: After 4x12, I was fully down for Tarlos never having kids. I thought it was quite a unique take to show a couple not being on the same page around starting a family, and it was something I related to a lot for personal reasons. However. However. Then out of the blue I felt ready to read read kidfic, having not really wanted to before. I read @welcometololaland's series Self Control? I Don't Know Her and @three-drink-amy's Teach You How Forever Feels and @ladytessa74's Elijah Verse and @bonheur-cafe's Pour me a cup (or two or three) and now I am obsessed with them becoming dads. Obsessed. I just really want it to happen. It's amazing the impact that fic can have. Everything I linked is so compelling and I just love it!
🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character
I've never said this before but........ I don't like TK's name!!! Ahhhh!!! I think he suits initials but I'm not in love with the particular letters together. I also don't think Tyler suits him!!!! Please don't come for me!!! I'm sorry!!
🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh
FOUR SEASONS TOTAL LANDSCAPING!!! And this girl laughing about it!!!
🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately
Honestly, I've had quite a major dip in confidence for a while now because of work. I feel like the job has grown way beyond my intelligence level and I'm scrambling up the learning curve like someone running along a bridge that is falling away behind them. It's getting me down! Also I guess it goes without saying but season 5 of 911 LS and the excitement but also trepidation about plotlines and things! Also I don't love my hair right now.
Thank you for asking! ❤️
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reyesstrand · 8 months ago
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I don't know if you reblogged with the intention of asking for questions, but I am going to send them anyway :)
💓 Here’s yours chance! Pour your heart about that one storyline/scene you passionately love
💭Dream season 5 storyline?
very happy to answer questions!! :’)
💓: THERE ARE SO MANY. off the top of my head: the soulmates talk. because the fact that pretty much everything i could have dreamed of was included still kills me. the way that conversation adds SO MUCH to a relationship we’ve followed since day one….they were soulmates and they believed it since the first night they went home together!! what!! the fact that they’re engaged and other shows might have them hitting this sort of plateau of New Information but they continue to add weight to their love blows my mind. also carlos saying baby. also the way their vows two episodes later continue on this sentiment of i was made for you / you saved me romance. the way it adds onto their conversation earlier in the season about tk feeling insecure about being a project and carlos insisting he was the one who always felt like something was wrong with him, to then have “i’m not running tk” SHUT UPPPPP
💭: okay i have so many out there thoughts and dream storylines but something i’ve wanted consistently for the past several years is a tarlos/gracejudd scene/date night/case solving storyline etc etc. their parallels are WILD and we deserve to get them all in a room together. (also this only asks for one but!!! work husbands off-shift teaming up to help someone! substantial nancy story!)
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indigo-o · 2 years ago
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Hi!
Can I request a fic for Poe, where reader (gn or fem) reads one of his novels and gives it back to him. And they made a bunch of drawings of the characters and some of the scenes from the book and gave those to him as well, becouse they like to draw and just wanted to make him something, so they made him a bunch of fanarts. It can be before or in relationship, it's your choice.
If you don't want to write this, that's okay too, have a nice day!
(Also, I apologise, english is not my first language)
you visualized the story in eyes I couldnt
THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!!!!
AM I STILL SICK???
WHY YES!
DOES THIS MAME ME HAPPY TO WRITE THESE THINGS
YES SOOOOO
HERE IT IS!
Because I've been to a boreding school I've read all of his books. So the one I'll be using is the Cask of Amontillado
FLUFF FLOOFY FLUFFYYY
Edger Allan Poe x reader
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"Hey sweetheart can I read this?".
He said yes, and now I'm here drawing. His book to the side of me. Charcoal on my fingers. All over the desk. But God Damn this was looking good.
I mean even though the scene I was draw was a little dark. I liked it. A drunk Fortunato hung up while Montresor bricked him in behind the wall.
Now the fun part, show poe with out actually being there. (I mean I can relate). I folded up few papers, placed one in the book. And held the other ones as I wandered around our house hiding them in obvious places.
I went to the kitchen to prepare tea for him. I poured the tea and placed it on a small tray, and walked to his office. Then I went into poe's office to great him with some black tea and his book. I knocked on the door.
"I'm coming in darling.". I pushed opend the door.
"Oh come in sweetheart.". He smiled.
I walked over to him, handing him the tea. Then walking over to his bookshelf putting the book away.
"You enjoy the story darling?". He asked
"of course I did.". I opened the door to leave.
"I'm going out so I'll see you tonight.". I smiled and closed the door
•••time skip•••
I walked in to our house. I didn't buy much just some flowers. I walked to the kitchen and placed the flowers in a vase. Then bringing them to the dining room table.
I really know what to make for dinner so I made chicken and dumplings. Sometimes easy yet delicious. I set the dishes on the table, along with the meal.
"Darling! It ls time for dinner!". I yelled to him.
I heard him walking twords the dining room. He peers around the entrance with karl on his head.
"Seems like you had fun. You bought roses and calla Lillys.". He walked to the table and let karl jump off.
He grabbed his bowl and went to pour him some chicken and dumplings. And I did the same.
We then ate down across from each other.
"I liked your little drawings.". He said while eating.
My face went red.
"You found thoses...". I giggled nervously.
"Yes, they were amazing, you visualized the story in eyes I couldnt.".
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mystic-myrtille · 2 years ago
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LS shippers really don't know what they're missing. They have to jump through hoops to justify why they ship it at this point, while the reasons why people ship any other ship with her can be explained with just a fews words.
It's pathetic at this point.
spot on.
A good ship for me is when there are two or more people who love each other and inspire each other to become better people.
For example, Luka//nette in silencer had Mari be super motivated to help the band out and pour her heart and soul into making some cool fashion stuff, while Luka is motivated to write new songs about and for her (I also hc that she helped him to be more communicative. Like the first time we see him he's like I'm not good with words and then in Wishmaker Mari is amazed by how good he is with words. Ik it's not technically canon but I wanted to mention it)
Mari//gami was Mari being Kagami's first real friend and helping her get out of her shell while Kagami inspired Mari to be more assertive and less hesitant.
Zoe//nette was Mari helping Zoe stand up to Chloe while Zoe is just so sweet to Mari and respects her feelings and boundaries in Kwami's choice.
Feel free to add more.
The we have the love square where Mari is being super obsessive and cringe which is a direct cause of her crush, which I interpret as him bringing out the worst in her. Also the writers invent so many reasons why she can't just confess already, the most recent one from derision being the biggest retcon thus far. Adrien meanwhile doesn't develop as a person or as a love interest, he gets/realizes his feelings out of nowhere and it's not like Mari helps him overcome his issues, she's supposed to solve them for him because as a Senti he can't do it himself (I understand that especially for abused people this can be very hard, but the writers just went too far with Adrien having literally zero agency for my taste and I don't like the idea of one's freedom being completely the resposibility of someone else). The ladynoir dynamic is slightly better in that regard, they had moments where they gave each other inspring pep talks, but chat has so many moments where he is either so blinded by love that he makes very dumb mistakes or gets mad at Lb for having other heroes she trusts, while Lb never had feelings for him expect for those few s5 episodes where she was horrified about it for two seconds and then acted super cringe and then immediately forgot about it.
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blackxgrey · 1 year ago
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So fucking glad I never got an LS Dunes tattoo or some other permanent reminder of them. You can try to walk back your comments all day long, but we already know now how you really feel about people who spent hours selling their soul to lovingly create art and photos and free promotion for your band.
Since you “allow” people to pour their hearts into art based on your band and shitty logo, here’s to hoping all of those actually talented artists stop doing it and stop giving any more of their free time to a band that’s so willing to just shit in the faces of their fans and supporters.
I hope you fizzle out into something that no one even remembers by the end of the decade.
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huevobuevo · 2 years ago
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I still don't know shit about RE but, Desmond/Descole for the virus thing!
HAIIII !!!!!!!!! >____<
okay oh my gott so Descole is giving me MAJOR T virus vibes, specifically the T-Veronica strain from Resident Evil Code Veronica MAJOR LOREDUMP AHEAD MY BAD OG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the Tyrant-Veronica Virus was created by a young Alexia Ashford, granddaughter of one of the original founders of Umbrella. The Ashfords were a noble family praised for its talented members- one such relative being Veronica Ashford, known for both beauty and brains. Then here comes THIS BITCH Alexander Ashford, son of Edward Ashford and an absolute whore. unable to bear children or keep a good highranking position in Umbrella after his fathers death he decides that the normal thing to do was to make clone babies of his ancestor Veronica and hope to god that they become as smart as she was because hes a weirdo and a freak. This gave us the Ashford twins, Alexia and Alfred. Alexia was the brightest of the two, so smart that she somehow became head researcher at the age of ten ? ? ? take ur daughter to work day got fuckin intense ig. she became obsessed with insects (twinning!) and made a virus based off of ant hiveminds and the superior intellect of her predecessors (oh okay). Alexia and Alexander poured their all into using this Virus to create the perfect specimen- until Alfred and Alexia discover their dads weird clone baby plan and the fact that Alfred was a mistake so thats why he was kinda dumb to which they said "okay! so lets just go over there and beat the Shit out of our dad". But instead they infect him with the virus and send his mangled corpse to antarctica where it becomes a hideous monster Diversity Win ! tl;dr T-Veronica is a virus that when infected with the RIGHT person at a SLOW AND STEADY PACE it will offer the victim pyrokinesis through spontaneously combusting blood and a hardened exo-skeleton ALSO A COOL BUG FACE YIPPEEE !!!!!!!!!! there are themes of plants, bugs, fire, hivemind, and royalty when it comes to both this virus and the game itself.
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so what the fuck does this have to do with desmond ?
Desmond Sycamore is a man driven by spite and vengeance towards his father and Targent itself for ruining his life. From childhood to his lost family, Desmond had lost so many to Targent and its pursuit for the Azran legacies, causing him to take up the Jean Descole persona and dedicate everything into capturing the legacies first.
He matches the Ashford's theme of inner family turmoils, the cost of the pursuit of knowledge, and vengeance. Desmond can also be associated with the aformentioned "natural" motifs of T-Veronica due to his interest in archaeology and, of course, the Azran Legacies that have controlled his life since The Incident(tm).
When it comes to Desmond interacting with the Virus itself, it'll probably be another incident where he'll try to secure it before anyone else to get their hands on the samples. Maybe his own hubris will lead him to believe that he could handle the mutation, maybe he was forced to by Targent themselves, who knows i might turn this into a fucking AU again god. damnit
I can see him as another Albert Wesker situation where he can KIND OF control the virus inside of him, but through suppressants of course. Without it the mutation will just go haywire and he'll loose control- which would be a REALLY COOL contrast to Hershel's own G-Virus infection but i aint got time to get into THAT (someone please ask me about hershel's infection plsp lsp ls pslspl PLEASE)
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yhwhrulz · 1 month ago
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Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional for December 15
Tozer in the Morning The Rod and the Cross
For the Christian cross carrying and chastisement are alike but not identical. They differ in a number of important ways. The two ideas are usually considered to be the same and the words embodying the ideas are used interchangeably. There is, however, a sharp distinction between them. When we confuse them we are not thinking accurately; and when we do not think accurately about truth we lose some benefit that we might otherwise enjoy. The cross and the rod occur close together in the Holy Scriptures, but they are not the same thing. The rod is imposed without the consent of the one who suffers it. The cross cannot be imposed by another. Even Christ bore the cross by His own free choice. He said of the life He poured out on the cross, ?No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself? (John 10:18). He had every opportunity to escape the cross but He set His face like a flint to go t o Jerusalem to die. The only compulsion He knew was the compulsion of love.
Tozer in the Evening Defining Sin
For an act to be sinful the quality of voluntariness must also be present. Sin is the voluntary commission of an act known to be contrary to the will of God. Where there is no moral knowledge or where there is no voluntary choice, the act is not sinful; it cannot be, for sin is the transgression of the law and transgression must be voluntary. Lucifer became Satan when he made his fateful choice: "I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High" (Isaiah 14:14). Clearly here was a choice made against light. Both knowledge and will were present in the act. Conversely, Christ revealed His holiness when He cried in His agony, "Not my will, but thine, be done" (Luke 22:42). Here was a deliberate choice made with the full knowledge of the consequences. Here two wil ls were in temporary conflict, the lower will of the Man who was God and the higher will of the God who was Man, and the higher will prevailed. Here also was seen in glaring contrast the enormous difference between Christ and Satan; and that difference divides saint from sinner and heaven from hell. But someone may ask, "When we pray 'Not my will, but Thine be done,' are we not voiding our will and refusing to exercise the very power of choice which is part of the image of God in us?" The answer to that question is a flat No, but the whole thing deserves further explanation.
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according2thelore · 10 months ago
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Ohmygod this was my askkkk!! I am so so happy with thiss, rolling around it like a kitten I am sooo fed!!! Tysm!! The twist with it being their intention all along for ES!winchesters to find out…..I am dead, absolutely dead. You are so good, soo creative. ES!Sam you are in for a ride, and ES!Dean, you better get over with your hangups soon and accept what it is.
My imagination is running wild now and because of this being intentional, I am imagining LS!Winchesters now fully staging this setup, lure ES!Sam in it because he would be easier to convince and LS!Sam knows that Dean *deserves* to be with a version of himself, pre cage, pre demon blood, all pure and innocent and fiery and angry and confident - something he is only rarely these days. This Sam will take what he wants. So LS!Sam arranges this thing for LS!Dean and ES!Sam, tells his Dean to enjoy! And my oh my does he. ES!Sam is his to claim first now???? This precious thing, eager to please but also has this arrogance in him that makes him so so so much Sam. Meanwhile ES!Dean is off to run some errand (by LS!Sam's design) but he returns early and sees his baby bro with that older version of himself and LOSES IT. HOW DARE DEAN NOT ONKY DEFILE HIS OWN LITTLE BROTHER BUT ALSO ES!DEAN'S!!!!! HE IS FURIOUS AND YEARNING AND HATES IT THAT HE WASNT THE ONE AND STARTS STRAIGHT UP MURDER BUT LS!SAM MAYBE CALMS HIM???? OHMYGOD
(also??? thank you so much for correcting the misread ask???? I would have taken with greedy grabby hands if you had completely misread it also!! I am OBSESSED with this verse! You are the nicestestestest)
HIHIHIHI!!!!!
GAH! this ask was so cute and nice i was kickin' my lil feet!
this idea is so great! your mind!
this falls into a similar category as one of my most recent posts, and i wrote it accordingly. do i think that LS!Dean would deprive ES!Dean of being LS!Sam's "first" dean? no, i don't think so. that bastard is so possessive i think he can respect the insane-brotherwife grind.
so this is just a delightful hypothetical based on your prompt!
without further ado, enjoy!
"plan b?" dean asks, and sammy lifts his head from his arms. his temples throb with a headache.
dean is sitting across from him at the dining table, nursing a glass of something sam can smell from here. sam snags the glass and takes a sip that curdles his nose hairs before passing it back.
"were we really this stupid? like this dumb?" sammy groans, rubbing a hand through his hair. "i mean, i believe you would be this obtuse, but me? i was just studying for the LSAT like a year ago!"
"oh here comes the big fancy college boy with his big triangle words. you're still gagging for me so hard you're getting an aneurysm." dean rolls his eyes. sammy rolls his eyes right back.
it hadn't worked. they had set those little fuckers up, and expected at least a conversation to happen. but sammy just walked in on their younger selves in the kitchen the other day and they didn't even break apart abashedly! no awkward explanations at all! there wasn't even anything to explain--they were standing on opposite sides of the room!
"did we make it worse?" sammy asks. dean considers this.
"nah. we can fuck it up at least three times as bad if we put our heads together."
so they put their heads together.
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"you want me to what?" sam asks, and there's that blush. sammy tilts his head away so the kid can't see him smile. it's going to make this so much harder if he thinks he's being laughed at.
"pour some sugar on me," dean says, waggling his eyebrows.
sam's face sours.
yup. made it harder.
"not really," sammy is quick to correct. "just...make it look like something's happening."
sam's eyes narrow.
"why?"
and isn't that the crux of the whole damn thing. sammy's done some weird things in his life. he's been to the past. he's been to the future. he's been to hell, been to alternate dimensions, and killed just about every type of monster one can think of.
and yet, having to explain why he and dean want to "parent trap" their own younger selves to said younger self might rank high on that list of weird.
"guy's in love with you." dean says, before sammy can say anything. sammy clenches his jaw. way to just jump into this thing.
sam blanches. "no. he's not. you're--he's my brother. you don't know what you're talking about."
"i don't know dean?" dean asks, eyebrow raised. sam sputters.
"well, you know you. but my dean is different. he's not--" heat creeps onto sam's cheeks, as if remembering the compromising position he caught them in the other day. "you."
dean mhmms flatly.
"then what's the harm? he walks in on this, is not jealous, and it doesn't do anything." sammy posits.
"easy for you to say! you have--" sam gestures at dean, but doesn't look at him. "if my dean caught me like that, if he knew--he'd...he'd never talk to me again. he'd...he'd be disgusted."
sammy and dean share a look. after having been tested so often, so deeply, and reaffirming their...bond--as chick-flick and meaningless as it sounds--the distance they had gained from this depth of anxiety removed the sting from it.
sammy will always remember working himself literally ill over it. but when he feels like that, he has the comfort of walking up to dean and biting down on the place where his neck and shoulder meet. he has the comfort of dean putting sticky notes that read "kick me" on the back, and then holding his face like he's the only thing that's ever mattered.
their younger selves deserve this. sammy has no idea if this is going to change the past. he doesn't know if these two will leave here tomorrow or in a week or in a year and be completely wiped-clean, or if they'll keep it all. but they deserve that comfort, that confirmation, that reassurance, as long as they can have it.
and honestly, fuck it. sammy wants a younger dean to be with his younger self. he sees their insecurities and their weird dance around each other and kciks himself for ever being so blind.
not having dean as soon as it was possible to have him will always be one of his biggest regrets.
so, sammy says,
"okay, listen. if it doesn't work, we have a mirror in 219 that erases the viewer's memories from the last 24 hours. all of 'em. so if we try this, and it doesn't work, we can slip it under dean's pillow, and he won't even remember. a zero sum game. no harm, no foul, right?"
sammy can feel dean's eyes on the side of his face, but he maintains intense eye-contact with his younger self.
no, they don't. they absolutely do not have that.
but for the first time, he can see something like hope in the kid's eyes, and--again, fuck it. in for a penny.
"he won't remember?" sam repeats, slowly.
"not a thing." sammy says, wondering if this counts as lying or self-delusion. sam is quiet for a long moment. he looks between him and dean for a few times, suspicion melting.
"yeah. okay." he says finally, looking at dean with a strange hunger in his eyes that brings sammy up short. oh shit. should he-- "i'm in."
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getting dean out of the bunker is embarrassingly easy.
"you know what i would kill for right now?" sammy asks, suddenly, while they're all sitting around a table in the library. sam jolts, even though he had been expecting it. "pringles. do we have any pringles left?"
"oh, man." sam says, his eyes widen. "me, too."
even though they planned this out ten minutes ago, sammy's dean perks up like he's going to say something decidedly not-on-script. sammy shoots him a warning look. he sighs.
"whoops. i think i ate them all." dean looks at the table, like he's a football player forced to be in the school play for extra credit.
"oh." younger dean says. he sits up straight. he looks back and forth between the sams. "i mean. yeah. if we need a grocery run, i could go get some."
his nonchalant tone is belied by the fact his almost trips over his own feet to get up.
"i'll be back!" he calls, already in the doorway.
"god, i'm so fucking transparent." older dean mutters directly into his own palms as he hides his face in his hands. sam pats him on the back comfortingly.
forty-five minutes later, it's all in motion.
sammy knocks against the door twice as he hears dean's footsteps shuffle down the hallway, and rushes away, rounding the corner so dean won't be able to see him.
sam and older dean are set up in the garage. dean had pulled up one of the cars right next to the door so younger dean could see everything.
they had laid out clear ground rules: no actual kissing, no touching "bathing suit territory" (dean had proposed that addendum solemnly, and sam's face had screwed up, like he was considering if he actually felt anything but annoyance for his brother.)
they had decided on signals: two knocks when dean was coming, one knock if things were going to plan, three knocks for "i'll go get the mirror" for sam, and "oh shit we gotta have a plan c" for dean.
sammy had made sure the door was perfectly cracked to give dean some assurance of anonymity, and they had figured that was the best strategy, since dean was known apparently to peep when he suspected his older self and sammy were getting close.
sammy hadn't expected being able to hear sam and older dean's voices from down the hallway, but he can. he can also hear younger dean's footsteps falter as he gets closer to the door.
"no, you're doing it--" an aggravated sigh. "c'mere." a shuffling of limbs. "you see how the drive belt comes this way? we need to loop it around the--"
a pause.
"what're you lookin' at?" dean's voice has lowered an octave, and sammy shifts, a pavlov reaction to hearing dean like that.
"i'm just--" sam peters into silence. a gasp. younger dean's gasp. did he think it was sammy in the garage this whole time? sammy stifles a smile against his hand.
"you lookin' at me, sammy baby?"
"baby?" sam repeats indignantly, but is cut off by a gasp as something in the room clatters to the ground.
"yeah, that's right. you're my baby brother, aren't you? my baby brother. you like seein' me like this? bigger than you? i know my sammy likes it when i throw him around a little. show him who takes care of him."
sam is breathless, and sammy can hear it, when he says, "dean."
sammy wonders how they're set up. does dean have him pressed to the front of the car? hiked onto a table, like he and sammy were set up that first time?
he realizes that it's killing him not to know.
a coo, from dean. "oh. look at you, sweetheart. you're so hard, and i haven't even touched you yet. you think i could make you come just by talkin' to you? hm? you like big brother tellin' you how much he loves takin' care of you that much?"
sammy realizes that he's started to chub up in his jeans. and he also realizes that younger dean hasn't said anything yet. sammy's torn between wanting to look around the corner and see if he's still there and staying put.
what if sam was right, and younger dean's just not ready for this yet? sammy's dean had reassured him in no uncertain terms that he had been lusting after sam since a truly concerning age.
but what if the jealousy is too much? what if seeing them like that carves an impossible chasm?
"dean, i--i" sam sounds much more unsure, like he's losing control fast. sammy bites down hard on his tongue.
he makes a split-second decision.
he rounds the corner.
and dean's got a fucking gun.
sammy starts in a dead sprint just as dean kicks open the door to the garage.
"you sick fuck!" he yells. sammy's behind him in a second, pulling his arms back. dean's starts kicking immediately, even as sammy is able to pull him mostly off the ground.
"he's a kid!" dean's still yelling. "we promised, fucker! we promised!"
sammy looks around dean's flailing body, and sees sam's horrified face. he looks like he's about to be sick. older dean's leaned him up against the side of the car, and he's not even touching him, just standing a few inches away. sammy's dean has visibly paled.
"hey, that's not--" he starts, but dean's already going off again,
"get your goddamn hands off of him!" sammy starts hauling him away, and manages to kick the garage door closed--but not before dean shouts a parting shot, "you think he wants those disgusting fucking hands on him?!"
sammy manages to wrestle dean a couple steps down the hallway before dean starts to go limp.
"i'm calm," dean says, and his gun hand does actually go limp, so sammy starts to let him go.
"what the hell happened back there?" sammy asks, heartbeat in his throat. play dumb! play dumb!
dean tucks his gun back into his pants. he's looking at the wall over sammy's shoulder.
"he shouldnta' been sayin' that." dean mutters. "not his place to. sam is...never mind."
not his place to.
"his place?" sammy prompts. despite the fact that he's pretty sure he had a heart attack back there, he tries really, really hard not to smile. he's taking this very seriously.
dean's phrase is dangerously close to the point of all this, and sam should not celebrate because he's positive older dean and sam are powering through some angst (that sammy will have to deal with later) in the next room right now.
sammy feels like one of those tv show therapists with big glasses, armchair, and ballpoint pen. and how did that make you feel?
"i don't--" dean's eyes fall to his. "i don't know why i said that." his brows furrow. "i gotta go. i need some fresh air."
and without another word, dean turns around and walks away.
operation: go convince your brother to kiss you, but also not you is a-go.
before he walks away, sammy remembers the knock code: once for success, two for dean's arrival, three for failure. and honestly?
sammy knocks on the door once. and he trails after dean, barely resisting the urge to whistle.
oh yeah. they got this in the bag.
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@aj-carryon au contraire! you are the nicest! i hope you enjoyed this little ficlet, aj! (i hope that's your name, if not, then i hope you enjoyed, friend!)
your asks always make me giggle and twirl my hair, lol! kissing u on both cheeks!
-lizzy
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joanofarcwrites · 6 months ago
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Wednesday august 7th
how is is even the 7th of august already anyhow?!?!?!?!?!
this was a place to collect my writings when I was 19, on the precipice of a new decade, and now I come back, somewhat freshly 30. I've spent years in holes of my own doom after chasing empty dreams. when I think of myself as a child, and the grander I entertained, and thought I had rights too, and they were right there in my grasp. sometimes there is a desire to explain it all away, xy and zz this fairy tale monster siphoned off all my potential and for what, for mediocrity? for barely anything, no, no, what I was meant for I can still achieve, even tho it seems to be slipping through my fingers now, now I can see the sand, im not sure if that was ever true before.
here I come to pour my heart out, I feel I do that lots of places, but there is something cathartic about the click clack of the key strokes underneath my grubby little fingers, that are capable of so much.
it's ok to document your Ls maybe, like how you let the 38 year old man child fuck you again the last time you saw him and he could care bless if you're alive or fucking dead, or he's a virgo idk the point I know id that if he did like me, he wouldn't treat me this way, but maybe everything is on the back burner for him bc he's at school, but also he doesn't care, I think it's time to say goodbye to him perhaps
or maybe it could be about the space x guy you 1-0000% do not care about but somehow he managed to get under you skin by being one of the Mose kindest.. most caring,,,, and then dropping off the face of the fucking earth w/o explanation, and maybe he's only talking to you again with any regularity bc he wants to fuck you, and not in a passionate way, but in a good enough to get my rocks off way, they love to fuck little freaks
orrrr mmaaaayyybbbeeeeee it's the soon to be 36 year old virgo who tells you to your fucking face that he doesn't care about you, love bombed you, did cinematic things at the very beginning and then PREDICTABLY it all went to shit super fucking fast and he really is just fucking you, didn't get you anything for valentines day DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO SEE YOU ON VALENTINE'S DAY didn't get you anything for your birthday DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO SEE YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY and you don't love him, you don't see a future with him, it's just so painful to be in such close proximity to a void of intimacy, he makes me want to kill myself but actually I'm just gonna break up with him today.
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krash-and-co · 1 year ago
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you are so right op. okokok listen to me. maybe i’m just using this as an excuse to scream about l&co, but so be it.
it's not even just the horror. it's not even just the death and the work and the childhood used against you, not even the bad things that kids reading won't understand the weight of. there’s plenty out there with violence kids see. you know it.
it's the emotion poured in that overflows off the pages in a way like nothing else, in a real way, that perhaps a child could not understand and more importantly that someone grown should never cast aside because of the age label.
im gonna go off on a tangent now kinda, and idk if everyone will agree with me in what i’m going to say, but this is.. ugh idk words i’m tired lol you can just read on
anyways.
look me in the eyes and tell me the journey between Lockwood and lucys relationship meant nothing to you. that it was shallow, that it was like every other work of children's fiction. that it couldnt mean the world if you really thought about it like you would adult literature, and damnit, did 'a world without him, i couldn't run' not punch you in the fucking gut? a world without who? this mess of a boy you should have just given up on? but she didn’t. holy shit.
lucy and lockwood holding hands in an understood silence nobody else could offer, lucy and lockwood learning each other, lucy and lockwood lucy and lockwood i don’t even just mean locklyle i mean lucy and lockwood.
a messed up boy and a messed up girl holding hands in a messed up city and theyre happy and theyre healing and so could everything else eventually and the thing is they were the only ones who could do any of that at all.
something about a little freak learning to love UNDERSTAND another, different, little freak when nobody else knew how, even if it was hard, blah blah i could go on about that forever and maybe i will
sometimes i think about them so long it hurts my head.
you’re right op. a child that young might not understand the significance. it’s not their fault ofc, they’re 8 years old, but it is still something most often true.
(also, you guys have no idea how important that silence is to me. or maybe you do. i hope you do.)
it has so much depth that'll go over a child's head. I'm touching on the characters specifically the two Ls lol, because they mean so much to me personally, but the rest as well most definitely.
so no, Lockwood and Co is not only a children's series. (which isn’t bad on its own either.) maybe a child wouldn't understand at all. but I don't mean the ghosts. I mean the message stroud put in these books that just sneaks up on you when you never would have expected it, the characters that walk and breathe long after the book is closed, the emotion so damn real ive never seen a ‘kids book’ like before or after.
sorry if this makes no sense i’m going to go to bed now.
tldr lockwood and lucy’s relationship can be so incredibly important and meaningful actually
Lockwood & Co. books are for children 9 to 11yrs?? I refuse to believe it!! Children would never understand the significance of L&C!!
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acidcitypoets · 4 years ago
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death note orders at an american diner
light: 100% orders a salad to feel better than everyone else. still uses a ton of dressing
misa: orders a salad as well but also orders fries "for the table"
matsuda: club sandwich with fries. a milkshake but he feels bad about it when he sees light's salad
L: sugared strawberry pancakes and a milkshake he doesn't think twice about
soichiro: a reuben with potato chips. also iced tea
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