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i-am-confused-always · 6 months ago

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those tags r so important

honestly preach.

i watched My Neighbor Totoro for the first time, here's my chronological viewing experience:

woo-hoo! dusty old japanese house with japanese architectural details aplenty

these kids got some ENERGY my goodness

family dynamic's adorable. peak quality dad humor

kids: our house is haunted. parents: that's so cool!

hell yeah, wrinkled old lady rep. we need more friendly old women with potato faces and warts like storybook witches. the backbone of society, these ladies

Plot Summary: Small Child Bothers Local Wildlife

sacred tree sacred tree sacred tree

Introducing Totoro! nobody said this fucker's got TEETH???

Uh-Oh! Inadequate Parental Supervision Detected

(you misplaced your four year old! you're not supposed to do that)

4-year-old: i met a magic forest spirit. dad: oh shit fr?

4-year-old: *angrily hugs sister* missed u bitch

this small child has a smile like a toad. like a really really cute toad. like the cutest toad in all existence. i love her she's perfection please just let this child be happy

rice paddies are so pretty....so back breaking....rice is such a prissy crop

*my crush is stranded in a rainstorm* takethisumbrellait'syoursnowBYE *runs away in panic im so good at flirting*

Giant Chinchilla Learns To Hold Umbrella, Is Fucking Delighted By Experience

take this, it will help you on your quest! *hands u trail mix wrapped in a leaf*

LO-FI HIP HOP STUDY LIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

crouching down to peer at dirt--A++ top notch foundational childhood experience

mom has a big ass forehead

honey! the chinchillas are performing Rituals in the backyard again

help yeah let's jack and the bean stalk this shit

huh so we're all just climbing aboard the giant chinchilla's tiddies now ok

class trip!

the pure adrenaline of Vegetable Gardening

no! the small child is crying! she is bawling her eyes out. no no no. i can't cope with this. emotionally i cannot cope 🥺🥺🥺

i've only had Mei one hour but if anything happens to her i will raze this earth and everyone on it

please someone make this small child smile again

oh no the tall child is crying too

i can't take this. my heart can't take this.

i need a drink

small child running determined to deliver magic veggies to the hospital. this kid is my hero

she is also unsupervised. so, so unsupervised

babe you are FOUR

godDAMMIT ghibli, you cannot give me watercolor sunsets while a small child is missing. u are killing me. my heart is giving out. this is me, experiencing heart failure.

Totoro to the rescue!

no wait CATBUS to the rescue!

i admit i initially thought the cat was a creep. alice in wonderland prejudiced me. i have revised my notions of smiling cats

i've decided the cat is a metaphor for the magic of a robust public transport system

MEI'S OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and so is mom. she's a lovely lady im sorry for what i said about her forehead. it's a noble forehead.

happy ending YES bitch!!!!!!

ok. ok ok ok. that was magical.

(as a first-time adult viewer i was worried i wouldn't be able to Access the Magic. but i could and i did and it was incredible. that was culture. that was ART. joy distilled into animated form. holy rites of childhood. i understand now. how glorious, this world we grow out of. how full of marvels. i'm going outside to smell grass and sun and get dirt under my fingernails. miraculous.)

#my neighbor totoro #totoro has no canonical sex/gender #none of the characters refer to totoro with gendered language #the audience just saw a Character with no gender indicators and went with 'he/him' bc male is assumed to be the default :(#which is extremely dumb! kill the voice in your brain that sees a Creature and goes 'that's a BOY beastie. bc BOY is the default gender'#um NO?#'he's so chonky. he's just chillin. he's vibin.' no stop that's not a HE that is an UNSPECIFIED FROG. that's an otter. that is a MORAY EEL #yes They are chonky. they're chilin. they're vibin. just being a Creature. a lil Beastie blissfully ignorant of human gender nonsense...#i need u to understand they/them is not a neopronoun. its genuine grammatical function includes scenarios where gender is not specified #nothing against neopronouns but sometimes i think yall forget singular 'they' is just...part of everyday speech...kids learn in pre-k #u can just default to They instead of Him! that is a Thing. that is a Common Language Practice that has existed for centuries.#i PROMISE you u can they/them a random dog on social media.#pinky swear.#anyways. Totoro peak it/its representation let's go

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jewishrizahawkeye · 8 months ago

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k so i made this poll awhile ago to answer my question on if people would rather spend a date with a swiftie or an anti-swiftie (someone who hates her and devotes their life to hating on her). i mentioned i didn’t have the spoons to handle it being longer than a day and know it was going to be biased as it would start in my circle and would work it’s way out, so i wanted to do a longer poll when i had the energy to handle a week long poll like that. (i’m assuming when i post this, as i’m pre making it, i’ll be in recovery from my nose surgery since i’ll be stuck at home a week so i’ll have more time to monitor and look at the tags)

so nows the time, but i’m going to addendum the question a bit:

*some extra things that came up on the original poll i didn’t elaborate on fully that i want to make clear:

- you don’t get a say in what type of swiftie you get. assume that you’re going to be spending the evening with someone who massively loves her and her music and wants to discuss it. they’ll talk about songs, their favorite lines and meanings, symbolism behind the reputation album, etc.

- YOU MUST TALK ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT. even if it’s the anti-swiftie you must talk about her. i understand the sentiment people made on her not coming up, and that’s valid, but that’s not the question i’m asking. YOU HAVE TO SPEND THE EVENING WITH SOMEONE WHOS GOING TO TALK ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT NONSTOP, WILL IT BE THE LOVER OR HATER?

- im just trying to gather a general consensus on this and want to get data from a lot of people which means this is going to end up on people’s blogs who probably hate swifties and are annoyed by them. that’s okay as that’s the point of my question. but if you’re going to go off in the tags about how much you hate her or hate swifties and be an asshole about it im blocking you. you can just simple say “i hate her/i hate swifties” and don’t need to elaborate. you don’t need to sit in the tags going off on how much you hate her and trying to “defend” yourself from swifties. i just want an answer to the question.

- ALSO, this is not an open poll to go harass anyone in general. if you are a swiftie and see an hater in the tags and wanna fight DON’T FUCKING DO IT. just block and go read/watch your favorite media and think of blorbos kissing or whatever, but DO NOT SEND HATE OR HARASS ANYONE.

the hypothesis im trying to prove is that people in general would much rather spend an evening with someone that is going to talk about something they love all night vs someone who will spend the evening talking about something they hate. i want to gather as much data as possible to get a good consensus and if you go and be an asshole to someone because of their tags on this poll, either side of the swiftie to anti-swiftie spectrum, your disproving the point. if you see tags you don’t like just simply block and carry on. understand? k good.

- in general this is not meant to be a very serious or heavy question. it’s meant to just let me pick people’s brains and see what they’d want to do. i just want to get my results and go. just vote, drop your opinion in the tags, and go.

- also, this last part is silly and not at all related to my data, but since i’m forcing you on a dinner date i’ll at least let you pick the restaurant and food you have. so if you could also say what restaurant/food choice you’d want and what you’d want to order i’d love to hear it. sky’s the limit here. go nutz or even very specific on what you’d want to eat. i am trying to learn to cook and don’t know a lot of recipes or different food types, so i’m hoping this will give me a bigger idea of what food is out there to make. (this question is not meant to be a way to stick it to anyone or for you to go “i’ll go to a shitty ass restaurant and take a swiftie/anti-swiftie and make them eat garbage 🤪”, it’s just a fun question to give people something positive to add to the poll if they want. AGAIN IF YOUR GOING TO BE AN ASSHOLE ILL BLOCK YOU.)

- i’m going to be annoying and ask that you reblog for a wider sample size and such, if you don’t want to that’s fine, but i’m going to be polite and ask you nicely.

that should be everything, thank you for reading my long ass list and voting in this poll. i hope you have a good day and such.

#kelly babels #polls #taylor swift

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wethotcrazy · 18 days ago

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GIVE IT A CHANCE

pairing: Ollie Bearman x Fem Driver! K-pop Fan! Reader

word count: 2495

this idea came to me in a prophetic vision as i was listening to ETA by NewJeans, yk he just has that face idk how to explain it.

The early morning simulator room was dim and quiet as Ollie stepped in, rubbing his eyes and adjusting to the light. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there at this hour, which is why he was surprised when he heard upbeat music pulsing softly through the room, lyrics in Korean threading through a catchy beat.

It didn’t take him long to spot Y/N, her head bobbing to the rhythm, her eyes focused on her screen. She was wearing her headphones halfway, one ear open, giving her full control of the simulator’s settings—and, evidently, the speakers.

"Didn’t think anyone would be up this early,” Ollie said with a smirk, hoping to catch her off guard.

But Y/N didn’t even flinch. She simply smiled, her eyes sparkling with a playful look. “Oh, yeah… first in gets speaker rights, haha…,” she replied, turning up the volume just a little. “You don’t mind, right?"

Ollie shrugged, a little charmed by her confidence. "Doesn’t look like I have much of a choice.”

With a laugh, Y/N launched the next song, not hesitating to dive into a quick explanation of how NewJeans had taken over the K-pop world lately. Ollie listened, half-amused, half-impressed. She talked about girl groups like they were close friends, like they were just as important to her racing routine as the car itself. As she continued to gush, he found himself caught up in her excitement, almost convinced by her infectious enthusiasm.

She noticed his curious glances and laughed, nudging him. "You know, it’s actually quite nice, Ollie. You should give it a chance."

Ollie just smiled, making a noncommittal noise. He didn’t know much about K-pop, and he didn’t think he’d ever see himself adding it to his playlist. But then he caught himself humming one of the melodies later that day—an upbeat tune from Twice that he’d heard during the simulator session. It kept popping back into his head when he least expected it, like a pleasant earworm he didn’t want to get rid of.

Over the next few weeks, something shifted.

Ollie found himself scrolling through her social media in his downtime, watching the TikToks of Y/N’s “pre-race rituals” she posted. She’d film herself doing girl group choreography in her racing suit, top half hanging around her waist as she danced to songs that were clearly meaningful to her. Fans loved it, and so did he. There was something endearing about her passion, and the way she didn’t hesitate to share it with the world. Somehow, it made her feel even more real, like there was a part of her that was untouched by the pressure and intensity of racing.

One day, he came across a clip of her dancing to a song by Le Sserafim. She was focused, but her expression was soft, full of joy, as if nothing else existed in that moment but the beat and the moves. It made him smile, watching her in her element like that. Without even realizing it, he saved the clip, something he’d catch himself watching on repeat whenever he needed a moment of calm.

He didn’t notice the change right away, but slowly, his playlists began filling up with the songs she loved. He’d go to sleep with the catchy hooks of K-pop songs playing in his head, and he’d wake up humming them, much to his own surprise.

The next time they met for simulator training, Ollie arrived a little earlier than usual. He saw her slip into the room with her headphones on, smiling to herself as she tapped her fingers to a beat he couldn’t hear. Instead of waiting for her to notice him, he took out his phone, tapping to play one of the songs she’d shown him before. The room filled with the familiar sound of a NewJeans track, and she whipped around, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Ollie!” she gasped, laughter bubbling up. “Did you just put on K-pop?”

He grinned, feeling a strange thrill at her reaction. “Well, it grows on you, I guess.”

Y/N looked at him with a mix of pride and amusement. "I never thought I’d see the day! So… favorite group?”

“Don’t make me choose,” he joked, but he was a little flustered by her excitement. “But if I had to, I’d say… maybe Twice? Or, you know, New Jeans.”

She clapped her hands, beaming. “See? I told you! K-pop’s addictive.”

The two of them shared a quiet laugh, and Ollie couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through his chest. It was more than just the music now—it was the way they’d found this new connection, something that felt personal and easy, a side of Y/N that he felt lucky to know.

On race day, Ollie arrived a bit earlier, hoping to catch a glimpse of her “pre-race ritual.” He didn’t have to wait long. Y/N was in her own little world, music playing on her phone as she moved through the steps of a quick choreography, fluid and confident. She didn’t see him at first, and he took a moment just to watch, a smile tugging at his lips. She was magnetic, her energy infectious, and he found himself tapping his foot along to the beat.

Finally, she looked up and caught him watching, cheeks pink as she laughed. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he said, stepping closer. “You know, maybe if racing doesn’t work out you could debut as an idol.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah right, okay…”

They shared a grin, a quiet moment of understanding passing between them. Ever since that first K-pop-filled simulator session, their dynamic has changed. He’d go out of his way to make their training schedules align, just so he could listen with her, maybe pick up a new song or two to tease her about later.

And though he’d never say it out loud, watching her dance, knowing these little rituals were her way of staying grounded… it felt like his own way of connecting with her. A small piece of her world that she’d let him into.

As the season went on, fans began to notice Ollie’s subtle transformation. In interviews, he’d mention her more often, usually with a smile when asked about their friendship. Some eagle-eyed fans even caught him humming a few K-pop melodies during Prema videos, and speculation spread across social media like wildfire.

When someone finally asked him about it, he shrugged with a grin. "Guess Y/N has good taste," he said, leaving it at that.

But in truth, it wasn’t just about the music. Every song reminded him of her laugh, her energy, and the way she found joy in something so different from racing. It was a little ritual, a small way to stay close, even during the busiest days. And though he didn’t know exactly when it had happened, somewhere along the line, Ollie realized that maybe K-pop wasn’t the only thing he’d grown attached to.

Ollie’s transformation was undeniable. Y/N’s playlist had become the soundtrack to his days, whether it was Le Sserafim blaring in the simulator, NewJeans playing through his earbuds on race day, or even the quieter Twice ballads that had somehow snuck into his late-night wind-down routine. He’d catch himself mouthing along to the lyrics, subconsciously practicing bits of choreography he’d pick up from YN, his own private tribute to her.

Of course, his friends at Prema and a few of the other drivers started to notice, and the teasing came swiftly.

“Are those Twice lyrics I hear, Ollie?” Kimi called one day in the paddock, his grin practically splitting his face.

Ollie rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t fight off the smile. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Kimi raised his hands in surrender, still laughing. “Hey, hey—no shame in it, man. Just didn’t know our resident racing prodigy was also a K-pop aficionado.”

“Yeah, next thing you know, you’ll be wearing matching outfits with Y/N and doing TikTok dances before races!” joked another driver, Dino, who’d caught Ollie attempting one of Y/N’s routines before practice one day.

Ollie could only laugh, brushing off the comments with a shrug. “She would be more than happy to teach you guys too,” he quipped, throwing a wink at Y/N, who was watching the whole thing with an amused grin.

As the season rolled on, Ollie’s transformation was undeniable. Y/N’s playlist had become the soundtrack to his days, whether it was Le Sserafim blaring in the simulator, NewJeans playing through his earbuds on race day, or even the quieter Twice ballads that had somehow snuck into his late-night wind-down routine. He’d catch himself mouthing along to the lyrics, subconsciously practicing the moves Y/N had taught him, his own private tribute to the friend who’d somehow changed his life with her love for K-pop.

Of course, his friends at Prema and a few of the other drivers started to notice, and the teasing came swiftly.

“Are those Twice lyrics I hear, Ollie?” Kimi called one day in the paddock, his grin practically splitting his face.

Ollie rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t fight off the smile. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Kimi raised his hands in surrender, still laughing. “Hey, hey—no shame in it, man. Just didn’t know our resident racing prodigy was also a K-pop aficionado.”

“Yeah, next thing you know, you’ll be wearing matching outfits with Y/N and doing TikTok dances before races!” joked another driver, Max, who’d caught Ollie attempting one of Y/N’s routines before practice one day.

Ollie could only laugh, brushing off the comments with a shrug. “If you want to keep up, maybe you should get on the trend too. Y/N would be more than happy to teach you guys some moves,” he quipped, throwing a wink at Y/N, who was watching the whole thing with an amused grin.

As the season progressed, he found himself leaning into it, not just to keep up with Y/N but because he genuinely enjoyed it. He started keeping tabs on comebacks, messaging her when a new song dropped, sending her clips and asking which choreography she was going to master next. Y/N would respond with enthusiastic voice notes, her excitement filling his inbox with laughter and inside jokes.

One night, during a particularly tense week before a race, Y/N shot him a message just past midnight.

Y/N: Can’t sleep. Found this new song from a girl group I think you’ll love. Wanna come around to listen?

Ollie didn’t think twice, slipping out of his flat and finding her in her own dimly lit living room, her phone ready with a new track queued up. She played it softly, the two of them listening together in the quiet, just sharing a moment of calm before the chaos of the upcoming race. It became their routine—a new song here, a dance there, small moments that only they shared.

One rainy afternoon at the track, while they were waiting for a rain delay to clear, Ollie watched Y/N from a distance, bouncing slightly on her toes, moving through the motions of a dance routine that was clearly second nature to her. She didn’t have the music on this time, but she didn’t need it; every beat, every move was etched into her memory. Her racing suit was half off, hanging around her waist, her fireproofs slightly damp from the humidity, but she was lost in her world.

Kimi sidled up next to him, noticing where his attention had drifted.

“You’ve got it bad, mate,” he said, crossing his arms, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Bet you know more K-pop routines than any of us now.”

Ollie shrugged, unable to keep the warmth from spreading across his cheeks. “It’s… fun. And it’s kind of relaxing, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s not just about the music, though, is it?” Kimi shot him a pointed look, which Ollie pretended not to notice. “Come on, we all see the way you look at her. Even my mum could pick up on it.”

Ollie laughed, trying to brush it off, but deep down, he knew Kimi was right. It wasn’t just the music that drew him in anymore—it was the way Y/N shared it with him, like she was letting him into a part of herself that was untouched by the pressure of racing. Every song was a glimpse into her world, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful that she’d let him in.

Finally, it all came to a head one evening after a particularly intense race. Y/N had performed spectacularly, finishing on the podium, and the team celebrated with a late dinner at a nearby restaurant. There was laughter, cheers, and, of course, someone brought out a portable speaker to keep the energy up.

Y/N, still buzzing with excitement, nudged Ollie, her eyes gleaming. “Alright, Bearman,” she said, her tone playful but challenging. “You’ve been following K-pop all season, so it’s about time you proved yourself. How about a little dance-off?”

Ollie blinked, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. “You’re joking.”

“Come on!” she urged, and the others at the table started chanting his name, egging him on. “Show us what you’ve got!”

With a reluctant grin, he got up, and she queued up one of her favorite songs from Le Sserafim, the opening beats pulsing through the room. They started off slow, her laughter contagious as she showed him the steps. To everyone’s surprise (and Kimi’s endless amusement), he actually kept up with her (though timidly), moving through the choreography they’d practiced during one of their late-night sessions in her flat.

The team erupted in applause when they finished, a little breathless, a little flushed. Y/N beamed up at him, her hand squeezing his arm. “You’re not half bad, Bearman,” she said, her voice soft, only loud enough for him to hear. “Guess I really did a good job with you, huh?”

He looked down at her, the noise around them fading to a hum. “Yeah,” he replied, voice low. “You definitely did.”

For a moment, they stood there, surrounded by their friends but entirely in their own little bubble. He felt like saying something else, something about how her music had come to mean so much more to him than just catchy beats and routines. But he didn’t need to say it; the look in her eyes told him she understood.

And in that shared, unspoken moment, Ollie realized that the season wasn’t just about racing anymore. It was about every song, every laugh, every quiet moment they’d stolen away to be themselves. Maybe K-pop had been the start of it, but what it had led to was something he wouldn’t trade for anything.

K-pop might’ve been her world first, but now, in some small way, it felt like their world too.

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wonyowonyo · 5 months ago

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Racing Hearts (K. Minjeong X M! Reader)

Erm... Another update I guess. 3.6k words. This one was fun to make, hope yall enjoy it!

The deafening roar of the engines filled the air as the sun blazed down on the Circuit de Monaco. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation palpable. It was the race everyone had been waiting for – the Monaco Grand Prix. In the heart of the action were two fierce rivals: Kim Minjeong, known to her fans as Winter, the ice-cool driver for McLaren, was known for her precision and unwavering focus. and Y/N, the fearless racer for Oracle Red Bull Racing, was the opposite. Their aggressive and daring maneuvers had earned them a reputation as a wild card on the track.

Winter and Y/N had been at each other's throats since the beginning of the season. Every race was a battle, not just for the podium but for supremacy. Their rivalry was the stuff of legends, fueling media headlines and fan debates. But beneath the surface of competition and animosity, there was something neither of them dared to acknowledge.

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Winter tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her eyes focused on the track ahead. She suddenly remembered her little interaction with Y/n earlier.

"Winter," Y/N said, catching her in the paddock before the race. "Ready to lose?"

Winter looked up, her expression unreadable. "We'll see who crosses the finish line first, Y/N."

Y/N smirked. "I've got a good feeling about today."

Winter's eyes narrowed. "Just try to keep up."

Recalling back the earlier banter, adrenaline coursed through her veins, the familiar rush that came with every race. But today was different. Today, she had to beat Y/N.

She glanced in her rearview mirror and saw the familiar Red Bull car, driven by none other than Y/N. Their rivalry had become the centerpiece of the F1 season, a story of two incredible talents pushing each other to the limit.

"Stay focused, Winter," her race engineer's voice crackled through her earpiece. "You've got this."

Winter took a deep breath and nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see her. She knew she was good, but so was Y/N. And that made every race a thrilling challenge.

Meanwhile, Y/N was equally determined. The Red Bull driver had a reputation for being relentless, always pushing the car – and himself – to the edge. But Winter was his match in every way, and that drove him even harder.

As the lights went out and the race began, the two rivals shot off the starting grid, their cars neck and neck. The crowd roared as they battled for position, each driver refusing to give an inch.

Y/N got a good start, but Winter was right beside them, refusing to give an inch. They barreled down the straight, neck and neck, neither willing to back down.

As they approached the first turn, Y/N saw an opportunity. They braked late, sliding past Winter with inches to spare. The crowd roared, but Winter was unfazed. She knew the race was far from over.

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Mini Flashback

The rivalry between Winter and Y/N wasn't confined to the track. Off-track, their animosity often boiled over, creating tension-filled moments that kept the media and fans buzzing.

One such incident occurred at a pre-season press conference in Melbourne. Winter had made a pointed comment about Red Bull's reliability issues, which had plagued them the previous season.

"Let's just hope their engines can keep up this year," she had said with a smirk, her eyes flicking to Y/N.

Y/N's jaw clenched, but he forced a smile. "We'll see about that, Winter. Just make sure you don't spin out trying to keep up."

The room had erupted in murmurs, the tension between the two drivers palpable. The exchange set the tone for the rest of the season, each press conference and media event becoming a battleground.

Another notable incident happened at a sponsor's event in Barcelona. Both drivers were scheduled to appear at a meet-and-greet with fans, but things quickly turned sour. Winter had arrived first, signing autographs and taking photos. When Y/N arrived, the crowd's excitement doubled, leading to a subtle but noticeable shift in attention.

"Looks like they were waiting for the real star," Y/N had said, his voice loud enough for Winter to hear.

Winter had shot him a glare, but before she could respond, a fan asked them to pose for a photo together. The resulting image, with Winter's forced smile and Y/N's smug expression, quickly went viral, becoming a symbol of their heated rivalry.

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The tight corners and narrow streets of Monaco made overtaking a risky endeavor, but Y/N was known for his daring maneuvers. He saw an opening and went for it, darting past Winter with inches to spare. She grit her teeth, refusing to let him get away.

"Nice move," her race engineer commented. "But stay on him. You can take him to the next corner."

Winter nodded, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Y/N's car ahead. She knew she had to time it perfectly. As they approached the hairpin turn, she saw her chance. With a deft flick of the steering wheel, she dove inside, reclaiming her position.

The two cars were so close that they nearly touched, the crowd gasping as they navigated the turn. It was a dance of precision and nerve, each driver testing the other's limits.

For the next several laps, they traded positions, neither able to maintain a clear lead. It was a battle of skill and strategy, each move countered by an equally brilliant response. The tension was palpable, not just between the drivers, but for everyone watching.

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Lap after lap, Y/N and Winter pushed each other to the limit. Their cars weaved through the field, overtaking and defending with breathtaking skill. Every time Y/N thought they had an edge, Winter was right there, matching them move for move.

In the middle of the race, a sudden rainstorm added to the chaos. The track became slippery, and visibility was poor. Y/N's heart pounded in their chest as they fought to keep their car under control. Winter, known for her icy calm, seemed almost unaffected by the conditions.

On lap 45, Y/N saw their chance. Winter had gone wide on a corner, leaving just enough space for Y/N to slip through. They floored the accelerator, feeling the car respond with a surge of power. For a moment, they were ahead.

But Winter wasn't done. She recovered quickly, drafting behind Y/N to gain speed. As they approached the final laps, it was clear this race would come down to the wire.

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Mini Flashback

The rivalry extended beyond the professional realm, affecting their personal lives as well. At a charity gala in Monaco, Winter and Y/N found themselves seated at the same table. The atmosphere was icy, the polite conversation forced.

"Enjoying the season so far?" Winter asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Y/N smirked. "I could ask you the same. Still struggling with those pit stops?"

Winter's eyes flashed with anger. "Maybe if you spent less time talking and more time driving, you'd understand the importance of teamwork."

Their exchange drew the attention of those around them, but before it could escalate further, the event's host called for a moment of silence. The truce was temporary, the animosity simmering beneath the surface.

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As the race entered its final stages, both drivers were exhausted but determined. The pit stops had been perfectly timed, the strategies flawless. It all came down to these last few laps.

With three laps to go, the tension was unbearable. Y/N and Winter were side by side, neither willing to give an inch. The rain had stopped, but the track was still wet, making every turn a potential disaster.

On the penultimate lap, Winter made her move. She dove inside on a tight corner, forcing Y/N to the outside. Y/N fought to keep their position, their tires skidding on the wet surface.

"Come on, come on," Y/N muttered under their breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly. They couldn't let Winter win, not after everything they'd been through.

Y/N felt his heart pounding as he closed in on Winter once more. He could see the determination in her eyes, even through the helmet. It was a look he had come to respect, even if he would never admit it.

"You're doing great, Y/N," his race engineer's voice broke through his thoughts. "Just a few more laps. Keep the pressure on."

He nodded, pushing the car to its limits. He knew he had to make his move soon. As they approached the final straight, he saw his chance. He pulled alongside Winter, their cars inches apart as they hurtled towards the finish line.

For a moment, it was as if time stood still. The world narrowed to just the two of them, their rivalry and respect intertwining in that final push. And then, with a surge of power, Y/N inched ahead, crossing the finish line first.

"By a margin of 0.01 seconds, the Y/N of Red Bull Racing came on top to clinch his Monaco Grand Prix Win!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as Y/N took the victory, but the thrill of winning was mixed with something else. As he climbed out of his car, he saw Winter doing the same. She walked over, her helmet under her arm, a look of grudging respect on her face.

"Good race," she said, extending her hand.

Y/N took it, shaking firmly. "You too. You almost had me."

Winter smiled, a real, genuine smile that made Y/N's heart skip a beat. "Next time, I will."

As they stood there, the rivalry seemed to fade, replaced by something new. They had pushed each other to the limit, and in doing so, had forged a bond that neither had expected.

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The weeks following Monaco were a whirlwind of media appearances, team meetings, and endless travel. But amidst the chaos, Winter and Y/N found themselves crossing paths more often. At first, it was awkward, the remnants of their rivalry still lingering. But slowly, they began to see each other not just as rivals, but as equals.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, they found themselves alone in the paddock. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the track. The evening was unusually cold, and the paddock was quiet as most of the team members had retired to their hotels. Y/N was one of the few still lingering, going over some last-minute data in the Red Bull garage. They were so engrossed in their work that they didn't notice someone else was still around until they heard a faint sound of frustration from the neighbouring McLaren garage.

Curious, Y/N walked over and saw Winter hunched over her laptop, her brows furrowed in concentration. The sight was unusual; Winter was typically calm and composed, but tonight, she looked stressed.

"Winter?" Y/N called softly, not wanting to startle her.

Winter looked up, surprised. "Y/N? What are you still doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing," Y/N replied with a small smile. "Everything okay?"

Winter sighed, rubbing her temples. "Just some last-minute data analysis. Something's not adding up, and it's driving me crazy."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. "Mind if I take a look? Sometimes a fresh pair of eyes can help."

Winter glanced at Y/N, her expression softening slightly. "Sure, why not."

Y/N pulled up a chair and sat beside Winter, peering at the screen. They spent the next hour going through the data together, discussing potential solutions and sharing insights. What started as a technical problem soon turned into a collaborative effort, with both drivers pooling their knowledge and experience.

As they worked, they found themselves easing into a comfortable rhythm. The initial tension melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie that neither had anticipated. They laughed over shared frustrations and celebrated small breakthroughs, the boundaries of their rivalry blurring in the process.

"Got it!" Y/N exclaimed finally, pointing at the screen. "There was a discrepancy in the telemetry data. That should fix it."

Winter's eyes lit up as she checked the results. "You're right! How did I miss that?"

Y/N grinned. "Sometimes it just takes a second opinion."

Winter looked at Y/N, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate this."

"Anytime," Y/N replied, feeling a warmth in their chest. "We're competitors on the track, but off it, we can still help each other out."

With the data issue resolved, the atmosphere relaxed. Winter leaned back in her chair, looking more at ease than she had all night. "You know, I never expected us to be sitting here like this," she admitted.

"Me neither," Y/N agreed. "But I'm glad we did."

Winter's expression grew thoughtful. "It's funny, isn't it? How racing can bring out the best and worst in us. We push each other to the limit, but moments like this remind me that we're not so different."

Y/N nodded, feeling a connection they hadn't recognized before. "We both want to be the best, but we also understand what it takes to get there. The sacrifice, the determination... it's something only another driver can truly understand."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared experiences hanging in the air. Finally, Winter broke the silence. "You know, Y/N, I've always respected you as a driver. But tonight, I feel like I got to know you as a person. And I like what I see."

Y/N felt a surge of warmth. "I feel the same way, Winter. Maybe we can be more than just rivals."

Winter smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. "I'd like that." Winter offered her hand, prompting a handshake, to which Y/N accepted. “Call me Minjeong, if you want.”

They talked for hours, sharing stories of their journeys to F1, their struggles, their dreams. The more they talked, the more they realized how much they had in common. And slowly, the walls they had built around themselves began to crumble.

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With their newfound understanding, the dynamic between Minjeong and Y/N started to change. They still pushed each other on the track, but off the track, there was a growing camaraderie that neither could ignore.

One weekend, during the break before the Canadian Grand Prix, they found themselves attending a sponsor’s event together. It was a relaxed setting, far removed from the high-stakes atmosphere of the race track. The event was held at a luxurious lakeside resort, complete with water sports and outdoor activities.

Minjeong and Y/N were partnered for a friendly kayaking race, much to their surprise. As they paddled out onto the lake, their competitive spirits flared up, but this time it was accompanied by laughter and playful banter.

"You know you're going down, right?" Minjeong teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"In your dreams, Minjeong," Y/N shot back, his grin infectious.

The race was close, but in the end, they crossed the finish line at the same time, their competitive energy dissolving into shared laughter. As they sat in their kayaks, catching their breath, Y/N looked over at Minjeong, a warm smile on his face.

"This is fun," he said. "We should do this more often."

Minjeong nodded, her own smile matching his. "Yeah, we should."

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The Canadian Grand Prix was next on the calendar, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement. The track was known for its high speeds and tight corners, promising an intense race.

Minjeong and Y/N were both determined to win, their rivalry reignited on the track. As the race began, they found themselves battling for the lead once again, their cars dancing dangerously close.

The final laps were a blur of adrenaline and strategy. Minjeong had taken the lead, but Y/N was right on her tail. As they approached the final chicane, Y/N saw an opening and took it, his car surging ahead. But Minjeong wasn’t giving up. She pushed her car to the limit, their wheels almost touching as they raced towards the finish line.

In the end, it was Minjeong who crossed the line first, but by the narrowest of margins. The crowd went wild as she celebrated her victory, but her eyes were on Y/n, who was climbing out of his car with a proud smile.

"You were amazing out there," he said, walking over to her.

"You too," she replied, her eyes shining with genuine admiration.

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After the race, the drivers gathered for the podium ceremony. The tension from the race melted away as they sprayed champagne and celebrated. Later that evening, at the after-party, Y/N found Minjeong sitting alone on a terrace, looking out over the city.

He approached her, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Hey."

She turned, her expression softening. "Hey."

They stood in silence for a moment, the city lights twinkling below them. Y/N took a deep breath, his heart pounding.

"Minjeong, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice steady despite his nerves.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it?"

He took a step closer, his heart racing. "I think I've been fighting my feelings for you for a long time. And I can't do it anymore. I like you, Minjeong. More than just a rival, more than just a friend."

Minjeong's breath caught in her throat. She had felt the same way, but had been too afraid to admit it. She took a step closer, her eyes locking with his.

"I like you too, Y/N. I have for a while."

They stood there, the world around them fading away. And then, slowly, Y/N leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was a moment of pure magic, the culmination of months of rivalry, respect, and unspoken feelings.

From that moment on, everything changed. Their rivalry was still there, but it was now accompanied by something deeper. They supported each other, pushed each other to be better, and celebrated each other's successes.

The media was in a frenzy, speculating about their relationship, but they didn't care. They had found something special, something worth fighting for. And as the season continued, they faced every challenge together, their bond growing stronger with each race.

Y/N and Minjeong's relationship began to shift. They started spending more time together off the track, sharing meals, discussing their passion for racing, and even seeking each other's advice on various matters. Their bond grew stronger, built on mutual respect and a newfound understanding of each other's struggles and triumphs.

One evening, a few weeks after their late-night data session, Y/N invited Minjeong to join them for a walk along the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

As they walked, Minjeong turned to Y/N, her expression serious. "You know, that night in the paddock changed something for me. I realized that I've been so focused on beating you that I never took the time to appreciate you."

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude and affection. "I feel the same way. That night made me see you in a different light. You're not just my rival; you're someone I respect and care about."

Minjeong reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "I'm glad we had that moment. It brought us closer, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Y/N squeezed her hand, their heart swelling with emotion. "Me too, Minjeong. Me too."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N and Minjeong stood there, hand in hand, knowing that their relationship had changed forever. They were still competitors on the track, but off it,

they had found something special—a bond that transcended rivalry and blossomed into a deep and meaningful connection.

As the season progressed, Y/N and Minjeong's relationship continued to evolve. They were still fierce competitors on the track, but off it, they were inseparable. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, built on mutual respect and a deep understanding of the other's passion and drive.

They supported each other through victories and defeats, celebrated each other's successes, and found comfort in each other's presence. The paddock, once a place of tension and rivalry, became a space of shared dreams and growing affection.

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In the final race of the season, in Abu Dhabi, they found themselves in a familiar position—competing for the championship. But this time, there was a difference. They knew that no matter the outcome, they had each other.

As they lined up on the grid, Y/N glanced over at Minjeong. She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that spoke volumes.

"Ready to lose?" Y/N teased, echoing their words from the previous year.

Minjeong chuckled. "We'll see who crosses the finish line first, Y/N."

Y/N nodded, feeling a surge of affection. "May the best driver win."

The race was intense, filled with heart-stopping moments and breathtaking maneuvers. In the end, Y/N took the victory, clinching the championship. But as she crossed the finish line, her first thought was of Minjeong.

Later, in the winner's circle, Minjeong approached Y/N, a proud smile on their face. "Congratulations, champion."

Y/N pulled Minjeong into a tight embrace. "Couldn't have done it without you."

As they stood there, surrounded by cheering fans and flashing cameras, Y/N realized that their journey together had only just begun. They were rivals, yes, but they were also partners, friends, and something much more profound.

And as the sun set on the Yas Marina Circuit, casting a golden glow over the track, Y/N and Minjeong knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, side by side.

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#fluff #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #kpop imagines #kpop girls #aespa #winter #kim minjeong #aespa minjeong #minjeong x reader #aespa winter #aespa imagines #aespa x reader #kim minjeong x reader

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monards · 5 months ago

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insanity being revived fpr an extra day because of this stupid comment i found. tbhis is the end of EVERYTHING in my mind

once a month crepe experiences the most insane 26 hour bout of insanity over the mischaracterization of rhinedottir

#i know the person who wrote it is on tumblr. and i hope you see this and know that i am in absolute shock you had the GAUL #to negatively comment an artist's interpretation. OF RHINEDOTTIR????#OF ALL PEOPLE??? ENTITIES??? MEDIA??? CHARACTERS ?????????????????????#I HATE EVERYTHING !!!!!!!!!!!!#4DANGO HAS A BEAUTIFUL RHINE DESIGN AND ITS AMAZING AT CONVEYING THE COMPLEXITIES & CONCEPT OF #PERFECTION HIDING INNER IMPERFECTION #WITH THE FACT SHE APPEARS CLEAN AND PRISTINE DESPITE BEING HORRIBLE. AND THE CONCEPT OF LIGHT CLOTHING COVERING DARK #WHATTHE FUCK DIES “this does not convey her personaility at all” EVEN FUCKING MEAN.#WE DONT KNOW HER REAL PERSONAILITY??? SHES PURPOSEFULLY AMBIGIOUS???#gen hate everything #im insane #sorry. im gonna be mad over this for like a week #its okay to not like something. but publicly commenting is fucking WILD #keep uour comments to yourself if you have nothing nice to say #you learned this in pre-k #holy god #crepe rants

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ioniansunsets · 1 year ago

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i discovered your blog today and i have a scenario in mind that i have to share with you!

could you write a Heartsteel!Kayn request with K/DA!reader? — headcanons, fic or even the two of them talking on discord; it could be anything! — if you want to ignore it, i will understand, dear.

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn with K/DA!Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.1k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I'm also going with headcanon of the idol thing where they try not to get caught in public together to avoid gossip but people somehow ship you guys and speculate anyway teehee ITS CUTE!!!!! I'm also pretending you guys got together after he joined Heartsteel so its after he got removed from his old band.also PARANOIA DROP IN 10 HOURS LETS GO TEAM!!!!!!!! I LOVE HEARTSTEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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xxxx On Tour xxxx

- It sucked so bad! It was touring season and the both of you guys were busy. All your time together were quick video calls over Discord and sporadic updates via message. It wasn't a secret to your bandmates at least so your respective bands did try their best to give you space. Quiet moments in dressing rooms to call each other were now your small moments of peace between practice sets and live shows.

- Somehow still finding ways to love each other apart. Kayn getting Akali to buy you some chocolates from him. You pleading Alune to help you send Kayn some flowers after his show. (She's a sucker for romance so she lovingly helps you.) Or the way he would spend money getting someone to deliver dinner to you after a long show.

- If only one of you guys are touring, the other totally pays and watches all the livestreams and tries to pop by to shows! You're performing 3h from him? He's begging your manager to let him drop by. Waiting for you backstage to congratulate you on your hard work.

- If you're the one waiting for Kayn backstage he always visibly lights up. He tries to look cool and badass on stage but when its after a good show, seeing you wave at him in the halls, his heart soars! He runs over, pulling you in for a tight hug. " Did you hear me! I was good today wasn't I!" He'd smile proud, giving you a kiss as he fishes for compliments. There is no approval he craves more than your own.

- The other boys are surprisingly nice about it, no one really makes fun of Kayn for being so excited to see you (other than Ezreal). They treat you as one of the band, giving you VIP passes to pop by their shows. And you do the same for them! When possible you slip their manager some VIP tickets to your show for them to sneak in. A mutual understanding from both groups to protect you and Kayn from media.

- Pre-debut Heartsteel, Kayn has also went to almost all your shows, front row every time and surprisingly he always tries to match you hair color for the tour. You have bright blue for tour? So does he. Its blonde now? He's the same. Kayn just thinks its kinda cute to safely match with you in someway shape or form, it is just a small thing that paparazzi wouldn't pick up on so easily since so many other fans do it too.

xxxx Off Stage xxxx

- A supportive power couple, you two help each other out with band activities off stage. You aid him when he practices singing. Kayn giving you tips on how to get keep a good rhythm in your verses, and is also a personal cheerleader for dance practices. You'd help him get connections to other companies that K/DA has collabed with, trying to help Heartsteel succeed! Kayn helps out in his own ways too, sometimes playing tunes in his room for you to sing to. It is all really sweet.

- When he drops by your studio its adorable, it was before Heartsteel's debut and shortly after the peak of KD/A's release. Kayn trying to hide from paparazzi for your sake as he sneaks in through the back. Always in a different cap and sunglasses that he stole from Ezreal, he would wait in the practice room, sitting in a corner and cheering whenever you successfully get a dance move down. The other members don't seem to mind him much, he's now a common presence in the studio. The other girls seem fond of him, happy that you have someone so supportive by your side.

- You try to do the same between your busy training schedule too. Dropping by Kayn's place during band practice evenings, Yone always being the one to let you in since Kayn always sleeps in late. You'd bring snacks and a discerning ear. Your feedback being super useful as you're one of the few people Kayn actually listens to. What Aphelios or Sett say would take multiple attempts and a lot of effort to get through to Kayn, as such, the rest of the gang keep trying to get you to push him to not try to squeeze a "totally sick line" into the rap bridge.

- He doesn't show it off but Kayn has all your merch, you offer to give it to him but he refuses, something about manly pride and supporting his partner, he will spend his own money and time fighting with other fans to buy your merch. A lightstick by his bed, your album on his shelf. A limited edition photocard safely stacked in a top loader on his table (he doesn't have a wallet or else he would totally bring it around.)

- You do the same for him, as one of Heartsteel's first fans you own some of their original merch, simple tees with just their logo, a average blank CD with " Paranoia KAYN MIX" scrawled on in messy marker, they are all your treasured possessions. Kayn even let you keep some of his guitar picks, you have one with a hole punched in as a necklace that you wear when apart from him. Your one secret? You have CDs from when he was in his old band, only the album that he was included in of course, but you don't bring up how you were secretly a fan from his early career. - Sometimes you guys try to go out on dates, risky but fun! 3am walks at the beach, alone together as he plays the acoustic guitar for you by the waves as you sing. Expensive private room dinners at secluded restaurants, walking in, both of you with your hair temporarily dyed black with hair spray dye to try and avoid attention. Small things. Fun things. - It was a little embarrassing when rumors first circulated. Fans somehow finding it cute that Heartsteel can be seen at your shows or how sometimes K/DA gets spotted backstage at Heartsteel concerts. They started to ship members together and when a photo of Kayn looking at you with a soft loving smile was snapped, the internet went wild! *Isn't it cute how they can get Kayn to smile that way!* *Ah! It should be me I want to be them so bad!!!!* Kayn would never admit it to you but he likes all the TikTok video edits of the two of you together, he thinks its really cute unironically.

#THIS TOOK A WHILE I WAS SO BRAIN EMPTY #i only knew i wanted them to wait backstage for each other #IM GLAD I GOT SOME HEADCANONS OUT #its really cute tbh #Anon Answer #WHY ARE ALL MY ASKS KAYN HEARTSTEEL LMAO YALL #Kayn x Reader #Shieda Kayn #KaynLeague #Heartsteel!Kayn #Kayn League #Kayn LoL #HEADCANONS #League of Legends Headcanons #K/DA Reader

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m00njelly2 · 10 days ago

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Hello

This is my little hideaway for my horny thoughts! I’m a 19 year old, born in 2005, from the USA, & bi. You might recognize me from my old blogs @/littlec0ner, @/princessje11yf1sh, & @/moonjelly! I do have a throne list but it’s not currently available but I have a ko-fi if you would like to support me at the very bottom !

BACK UP @m00njelly3 PLEASE FOLLOW IT

DNI

MINORS

Blank blogs

Racists

homophobic & Transphobic people

Zionists

MAGA weridos

What I’m into

Age g@p, daddy k!nk, size difference, strength k!nk, br33ding kink, fauc3t, an@l, r@pe fantasy etc (will add more as I remember & explore)

What I’m not into

R@ce Play, extreme violence, scat, toilet stuff, that animal stuff forgot what it’s called

Disclaimer

I don’t condone anything illegal, if you think/ wish anything about my fantasizes are real gtf off my blog! All fantasizes are between consenting adults with pre-established limits

How to interact with Me

First and foremost, I love interacting with people but I have rules that I asked that are followed for my own personal safety & comfort!

I prefer asks over DM’s: my DM’s get flooded easily & quickly, I’m more likely to respond if you send an ask!

When send asks make sure it’s something you would say to someone you just met, even if it’s a kinky ask the same thought process applies

If I don’t answer your ask don’t take it personally: either I don’t want to answer it, or I’ve answered something like this before, or it’s already answered in this post

If you chose to DM me remember: one if I don’t respond don’t take it personally. Two, I’m not always in the mood for sexting so if you come into the conversation with that energy I’ll straight up tell you I’m not down. Three, if I stop responding, again, don’t take it personally my DM’s probably got flooded again or I’m busy

I do have sessions but there are separate rules for that

Sessions

I’m more selective on sessions I’ll be honest lol

Let me know your blog here on tumblr

I’m more likely to respond if you send something interesting

Featured Tags

Jelly’s thoughts - for all my thoughts

Jelly’s pics - for all my pics/videos

Jelly’s answer - when I answer asks

Jelly’s psa - all my important announcements

Physical Description

5’0 or 4’11

130 pounds

32 DDD

Long wavy/ curly black hair

More about me

I’m a student so I’m not here all the time a lot of what I post is on queue/ schedules

I’m a cat mom of 2

I’m an active person, I weight lift, swim, and hike

I’m a homebody, but still extroverted

I yap… like alot

My hobbies include reading, cooking(learning how to), kpop, anime, marine biology, Star Wars, & DC comics

I’m a virgin lol

Tend to follow back if I think you/your blog is cool/funny or if I like the aesthetic

Ko-fi

If you decide to spoil me ($5 or more) let me know in my DM’s and send me proof, I’ll send you something special🤭 (just make sure I can submit media into your inbox)

#moon’s psa #jelly’s psa

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lilly-chou-chou · 3 months ago

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I would like to discuss a very serious topic today. I'm sure any kpop fan knows about the recent events that occurred few hours ago regarding NCT 127's Taeil. I have a lot of words regarding this situation.

First of all I would like to say I hope all the affected victms who got involved into this mess get their well deserved justice and may they get immense strength to fight for their rights.

As someone who has been a fan of NCT since their pre-debut days... I'm talking about those days when Hansol was also a part of SMent and NCT, it really was a huge shock to hear about this situation. This was one of those moments where I was genuinely so shocked to my core it actually shook me, but at the same time it also put things in perspective that how deceptive and nefarious humans can really be and I also hope that this is turning point for those kpop stans who hold immeasurable high level of parasocial relationship with their faves.

I hope we as a society realize that even though they are celebrities and have "star power" they are common people before the glamour, they deserve equal amount of sentence that common man gets. These people should NEVER be able to get away from their wrong doings.

Nothing will ever haunt me more than knowing that he bugged a phone for 6 years... 6 GODDAMN LONG YEARS, threatened to k word the victim's ill mother and harassed her if she spoke up. 6 long years and the file complaint against him was only filed in this year's June/July. My heart pains to even think about the horrors we as women have to go through, please it is my sincerest request to all of you or anyone reading this to THINK FIRST, they are common citizens before a celebrity, the "worship" and whole parasocial relationship with them can be very harmful.

To think that his members unfollowed him, his own best friend of almost 20 years unfollowed him and the fact that he has a sister is so heartbreaking. I hope all the NCT members are taking their well deserved break from social media, his best friend I just hope he is in a safe and healthy environment and for this sister to be kept away from her own brother. This is truly so heartbreaking.

Please remember that morals and ethic should always be a priority over a celebrity or someone with star power/status.

#nct #nct 127 #taeil #moon taeil #nct taeil

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trickricksblog08 · 1 year ago

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Hillary Clinton calls for President Trump's supporters to be reeducated: "At some point maybe there needs to be a formal deprogramming of the cult members."

The liberals own all the public universities, liberal arts colleges, 90% of private colleges, the K-12 schools, pre-schools, the mainstream media, and the entertainment media...

And it's the "right" that's brainwashed?

#nothing can stop what is coming #when you know you know #now we know #wwg1wga #no rest for the wicked

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saiscribbles · 4 months ago

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Sorry for all the Lily Posting today but... that's what the tag is for block it if you don't wanna hear it lol. It's not my fault she keeps making wild posts. Trigger warning for weird sex pest shit:

Lily did you talk about incest in "a clinical fashion" when you just randomly brought up 4 books about incest for no clear reason?

Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma | Goodreads Flawed by Kate Avelynn | Goodreads Flowers in the Attic - Wikipedia

While saying you just toooootally didn't know the content of Forbidden before reading it despite also claiming to go into everything "pre-spoiled" in your second Dungeon Meshi video?

Hale by K. Webster | Goodreads

Via my stream VOD on Lily's "Wholesome vs Dark media" video as she's deleted this post.

This is the synopsis blurb of Forbidden by the way:

So Lily is expecting people to believe that she just happened to oh so coincidentally pick up 4 books specifically about brother sister incest.

Did she also talk about it "clinically" when she compared herself to Andy and her sister Courtney to Leyley from the Coffin of Andy and Leyley? Her sister who has accused her of rape when they were teenagers, well before Lily transitioned? And how she keeps comparing Courtney to Leyley? And keeps using music from the game when talking about Courtney's accusations in videos that are ostensibly supposed to be about media?

Were you talking about it "clinically" when you said this shit, Lily?

Also fun bonus! When looking for the part Lily says she goes into everything pre-spoilered I stumbled across this lovely exchange in her comments:

So Lily really did just up and spoil the ending of the Dungeon Meshi manga in her second video just to spite the people who told her the first video was bad. Just like I said. Lily you are so fucking predictable once one figures out how you tick.

Luckily you can watch my stream on her videos and how bad they are where I went in and actually redacted the manga spoilers because I actually care about the experience of my audience:

More digestible cuts of those reacts coming eventually.

#Lily Orchard #Lily Orchard Critical #Lily Posting

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kelcemenow · 10 months ago

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Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 5.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2799

Warnings Swearing, smut...all good stuff!

Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I've tried my best with this one! "I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!"

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

You spotted Travis in the bar immediately. He had secured one of the secluded booths that ran along the back wall. The bar was dimly lit with numerous candles and deep blue painted walls seemed to enhance the relaxed and cosy atmosphere.

Travis was holding a beer bottle in his large hand, his fingers gently picking at the edge of the label. You wondered for a second if he was nervous, before smiling to yourself.

"Of course he isn't nervous. He does this sort of thing all of the time."

Just as you were about to make your way over to him, his gaze fell on you. He seemed to take a deep breath before his eyes almost disappeared as his mouth moved into a wide grin. He stood up quickly, holding his hand out to warmly greet you. He was dressed casually in a white hoodie and leather jacket, black skinny jeans and comfortable Nike's finishing his look. Your ripped blue jeans and grey sweater seemed to compliment his outfit, and you secretly breathed a sigh a relief.

"Hey."

"Hey." You responded as you took hold of his hand. Travis pulled you closer to him and kissed your cheek lightly, his slightly spicy cologne sticking to you immediately.

You carefully slid into the booth, watching Travis opposite you as he did the same before pushing the second bottle of beer across the table.

"I didn't know what you wanted so I just got you the same as me. I can get you something else though, if you'd prefer." His eyebrows shot up as he craned his neck in search of an available waitress.

You smiled, "Beer is perfect, thank you." Your fingers wiped the cool condensation from the sides of the bottle before picking it up and bringing it to your lips.

Travis kept his eyes on you, watching your every move as you swallowed down the beer. You held your mouth as you nervously laughed a little, almost allowing the beer to escape your lips.

"What?" You said, dabbing the liquid from your mouth with the soft skin on the back of your hand.

Travis smiled and looked down at this hands and he rubbed his palms together, a quiet scratching sound of his slightly calloused skin, "Nothing. I'm just happy you've eventually agreed to go out with me."

"You know, I just said yes so you would stop bugging me." You shrugged, one side of your lips slowly curling upwards.

"It still worked though, didn't it?"

Your cheeks flushed pink as he looked back towards you, one of his glittering eyes winking and rendering you speechless.

"Can I say something?"

You smirked, "Yeah...sure."

Travis leaned in closer to you, resting his elbows against the table, "There's something about you that makes me fall apart."

A heat rose in your face again and he leaned in further, his mouth only inches away from yours.

"I can't stop thinking about our kiss the other night."

"Is this your way of getting another one?" You said in a low whisper, your voice rasping.

Travis grinned and closed the small space between you, his warm lips making contact with yours with a gentle pressure. As your eyelids fluttered closed, you tilted your head to the side and reached out to cradle the side of his face, his stubble prickling against your hand. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, which only spurred you on more, letting your tongue run across his bottom lip and your fingernails drag along his jawline. A fizz of energy rushed through your veins, culminating into a tightness in your core that made you push your thighs together, a throbbing sensation becoming very apparent.

You slowly pulled away from Travis, opening to yours eyes to see that his were still gently closed. His lips were still parted, a short breath escaping them as he eventually looked at you.

"Holy shit." He said with an elated grin, "I could do that all day."

"I'm gonna suggest something..." You started, "...and I don't want you to overthink this or to come up with some skewed opinion of me. But I really just want to head home and fuck you."

Travis immediately widened his eyes, his body leaning back a little.

"You're already overthinking it, I can tell."

He exhaled a laugh, blinking wildly and shaking his head, "Nah, I'm not overthinking it. I just...man, you really know how to make a guy speechless."

You took a long and deep breath, desperately hoping you hadn't been too forward. There was something about Travis that completely relaxed you and made you put your anxious thoughts to one side. You didn't feel the need to be anyone other than yourself in an attempt to please him.

You held your gaze as Travis raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck as his eyes seemed to dart across your features, analysing your expression.

"Take it or leave it, Kelce."

Travis quickly grabbed your hand, "Let's go."

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Your fingers rapidly tugged the denim fabric that was covering your lower body as your breaths became more laboured and heavy. A slight grunt left your lips and Travis pulled away from you with narrowed eyebrows.

"You okay?"

You sighed, "Yeah, I just can't get my keys out of my pocket."

Travis chuckled and leaned his body away to allow you better access, "I don't know? Making out against your door is kinda hot?"

"I don't think my neighbours would be too happy." You smirked before glancing across to the grey door not 10 yards away from you, "Although, come to think of it. Frank is a pretty big Chiefs fan, he'd probably be hyped."

After a moment of intense silence, Travis slowly tilted his head and lightly grazed his lips against your neck. Your skin seemed to burn with his touch, a gentle tingle washing over you. As your chest tightened, your fingers found the familiar cool metal and looped themselves around the ring, pulling the keys out with a light jingle. You attempted to turn your body to open your apartment door, but Travis only pushed you further against it, his hands wandering towards your lower back. His solid torso loomed over you and you felt tiny as he seemed to surround you with his large frame.

You felt his grip tighten, his fingers bearing down into your flesh. As you rose up onto your tiptoes, your hands reached for the back of his neck, pulling his mouth onto yours.

He smiled into the kiss as you expertly moved your lips across his. The hallway was silent, the only sound being yours and Travis' heavy breathing. Something inside of your core seemed to coil up, ready to release but you swiftly shifted your body weight and retreated from him, gazing up into his twinkling, mesmeric eyes.

"I think we should go inside." You croaked, your breathlessness causing your voice to crack.

Travis' eyes creased into a wide grin, his hands still gripping your waist. With no hesitation, he spun you around to face to door, eager to get you inside of the apartment. You clung to the keys, unlocking the door quickly and swinging the door open, stepping into the darkness. The familiar sweet scent of your home engulfed you as you reached across to turn on the large lamp positioned in the corner. You glanced over your shoulder, watching as Travis glanced around, taking in his surroundings.

"It's not anything fancy...and I'm not exactly an interior designer or anything." You said with a nervous laugh, as you quickly grabbed some oil stained towels that were piled next to the couch and threw them towards the laundry basket.

Travis smirked, his eyes surveying you, "That shit doesn't matter." He reached out for your hand, drawing you closer to him, "Besides, it's kinda hot that you could probably fix my water heater."

You raised your eyebrows as your hands ran over his chest and shoulders, "Really? Is this some sort of fantasy you never knew you had?"

"Something like that." He reached down, treating your lips to a gentle kiss.

You took a few steps backwards, leading him towards your bedroom, his eyes glinting in the dim light. Once he was in the room, you rotated yourself around, pushing him down onto the bed with a gentle thud. Travis lifted his upper body up with his elbows as he watched you slowly peel your sweater from your body, removing it above your head and throwing it down on the floor. Your fingers ran across your erect nipples that were poking against the soft cotton bralette that you were wearing, the excitement pooling in your stomach at Travis' obvious enjoyment of his view. His mouth had gaped open slightly, his eyes glazed and his chest was beginning to rapidly rise and fall.

"Come here." He whispered.

You tipped your head to one side, "Please?"

"P-please." He stuttered.

You smiled and placed your knees onto the bed, lowering your body and began climbing up his body.

"Fuck." Travis groaned.

As you reached his waist, you noted his growing bulge, his jeans stretching with the movement. Your hand ghosted over the throbbing mound as you bit down on your bottom lip, a sharp pain searing through your skin.

Travis shifted himself on the bed, his desperation visually building to an almost unbearable level. His fists grabbed at your sheets, balling them up in his palms as you rose to your feet again. With a slight smirk, you spun around and lowered your jeans, stepping out of them slowly and allowing Travis to gaze at your ass for a moment.

You heard his breath shake and his body move again on the bed, the sheets brushing against each other. You glanced over your shoulder and threw Travis a wink, your mouth quickly moving into a smile.

He sat straight up, his hands reaching out for you, "I need to touch you."

Your stomach fluttered immediately at his words and you obeyed him, straddling his lap and bringing your hands to the back of his head, your fingers stroking the short stubble that peppered his skin. His arms coiled around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his warm breath tickling your neck. The pressure in your core was building and as if Travis was aware, you felt his hips begin to roll underneath you. You reciprocated, grinding yourself against the hard mass in his jeans, a small moan freeing from his lips.

Suddenly, he arose from the bed, holding you up in his strong grasp. He spun you around and laid you onto the mattress, his hands running down your splayed legs. The pace of your breathing quickened as you watched him remove his jacket and hoodie, revealing his hair covered and toned chest. He kept full eye contact, intense and feverish, as he reached for his belt and pulled the leather away from his jeans at an agonisingly slow speed. Your bottom lip quivered in anticipation and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him once his hands released his engorged erection, a small bead of precum glistening against the tip.

Your jaw fell open at his sheer size, his swift movement towards you causing it to bounce slightly. You looked up into his gaze again as he loomed over your body, his mouth connecting to yours with an urgent pressure. His tongue danced against yours, your muscles trembling with ecstasy.

"Seriously you're going to make me cum...and you've barely done anything yet." You gasped.

Travis hummed against your mouth, pulling away to beam down at you, his eyes creasing with his wide smile.

"You're in for a whole lot of trouble then."

Without warning, he reached for your underwear and pulled them down your legs, before unclasping your bralette and tossing it aside. His eyes fell upon your breasts, hazing over as he took in the sight before him. You felt your clit begin to throb as he leaned down and took your right nipple in his mouth, his tongue rolling over the sensitive skin. Your hands brushed against the soft skin of his hips, guiding him in-between your legs. The throbbing intensified as his cock made contact with your slick folds.

Travis responded by moving his hips back and forth, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Something tightened inside of you and Travis watched your face contort with delight.

"That's it, baby girl."

His low, gruff voice combined with a nickname that you never knew you wanted to hear was enough to make you completely lose control and you screamed out in pleasure as you felt yourself release. Travis glanced down in-between your bodies to see his cock shining with your wetness.

He smiled as he moved his lips closer to your ear, "You need a break?"

You silently shook your head, your eyebrows raised in suspense.

"Good."

He quickly lifted one of your legs and held it firmly in the crook of his elbow, thrusting his dick inside of you until you were completely full. Your face winced slightly as your walls adjusted to his enormous size. His head was tilted back and his mouth wide open, short breaths pushing out of his lungs. Your fingers dug into his arms, leaving red marks in their wake. Travis tentatively moved his hips backwards, enjoying the feeling of your pussy before looking down to watch himself slowly begin to shift in and out of you. His eyebrows lowered with concentration and you stretched your arms to reach for his face, bringing his eyes to meet yours.

He clenched his jaw as his speed increased, tears beginning to form in your eyes. You whined loudly in response to the growing second orgasm in your abdomen, the sensation spreading across your body. Travis held up with impressive stamina, his athleticism showing as he grunted with every thrust.

You gasped for breath, the sound of your bedframe slamming against the wall ringing in your ears. You were sure you were close to another orgasm but Travis noticed a change in your facial expression and responded by pulling out of you, holding onto your body and flipping you over onto your front.

Before you had a chance to realise what had happened, his hands were gripping onto your thighs and his tongue plunged deep into your pussy. The stubble on his cheeks pressed against your sensitive area and you pushed your face into a pillow, screaming into the soft material. He lapped at your folds, letting the tip of his wet tongue graze against your clit and dragging it up and towards your puckered hole. Your muscles twitched as you clamped your teeth down to stop yourself from wailing any louder. Travis removed his tongue and quickly replaced it with his solid dick again, loud slaps filling the room.

Travis' hands found their way into your hair and a sharp tug on your strands was enough to cause you to release once again. You squealed through your orgasm as Travis continued to thrust with force. He released your hair from his grasp and moved his large hands to hold onto your waist, allowing him to have better control of his motions. You struggled to hold your body up, your muscles weakening through your orgasm but Travis held onto you tightly, his own release growing.

With a sudden and short drive, Travis' hips snapped forward. You heard a loud and wet sound as your cum gushed out and onto your skins. Travis' muscles tightened and his hips juddered as he released into you, long sighs echoing into the room.

"Fuck." He exhaled.

Your upper body collapsed onto the bed, "Yeah, fuck."

Travis carefully pulled himself out of you and reached across to grab a tissue from your nightstand, gently cleaning you up before successfully tossing the tissue into the trashcan. You rolled over onto your back, tugging the comforter towards your body as the cool night air tickled your skin. Travis laid next to you, his rough fingers softly tracing the contours of your face.

Your breathing slowed to a normal pace as you looked deep into Travis' eyes, "This is crazy." You said, as you shook your head.

"Crazy good though, right?" He replied, with a smirk.

You nodded, puckering your lips in a request for a kiss when a loud knock disturbed your from your bliss.

You lowered your eyebrows and lifted your head to look through your bedroom doorway towards the entrance of your home. Travis studied your puzzled expression before turning his head towards the door when another knock resounded.

"Y/N, it's Jordan." A low voice said on the other side of the door.

"Jordan?" You whispered.

"Open the door."

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I'm so sorry this has taken so long but I took some time off over Christmas and then it got super crazy with work so I spent a lot of my spare time relaxing and not writing! Here it is, another chapter of my current series and I hope you all enjoy it and it was worth the wait! If you want to be included in my Taglist, just let me know!!

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