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why I think "pretend like its the first time" is one of if not the best arcane episode
personally I'm a sucker for "what could have been" so this is all my opinion, but episode 7 was amazing, heartwarming and above all SAD. (I am ashamed to admit I cried) but the point is this episode was beautifully done to show us what would happen if powder had never been jinx.
from the beginning of the series we could all tell powder was smart, like she could build these inventions, they might not always work, but it was obvious she would improve with time. then when we see jinx in the initial time skip, she's gotten so much better with all her inventions, in "pretend like its the first time" we see what would happen if jinx's power was used for good.
also it was really wholesome to see vander and silco as friends again, the undercity and piltover connected, milo and claggor well. and ekko reiuniting with benny (albeit for a short time) was one of the saddest moments in my opinion.
now with my opinions on jinx/powder and ekko. powder and ekko's relationship was always interesting to me. in the first 3 episodes they didn't interact a lot, but they were the same age where there wasn't a lot of kids, and in the "enemy" music video we got to see more of their friendship dynamic, (if you haven't seen it I highly recommend it) also, in an interview one of the writers I think was telling the interviewer about a deleted scene where young ekko tries to "save" jinx from silco, but jinx lashes out at him, so that plants the seeds of their rivalry in season one. but in "pretend like its the first time" ekko originally thought jinx/powder was bad and would always be bad, but we see him realize, that with everything that's happened to her its reasonable that powder would become jinx, and while he's in the alternate dimension he really savors the time he had with her.
now the jinx/powder x ekko ship was always cute in my opinion, and from what we saw in their fight scene on the bridge in season one, as ekko was about to kill her he hesitated, why? because he still saw the girl he had grown up with, and I think jinx saw something similar.
but anyways from his experiences in the alternate dimension ekko realizes that circumstances made jinx and that powder wasn't truly gone, which is why he stops her from trying to kill herself, AND SHE LISTENS. this is crazy to me because kind doesn't listen to anyone, if vi was there she wouldn't have listened and she would have died anyways, and the probably the same would happen with ANY OTHER CHARACTER. but EKKO managed to get past all that, and convince her to live, so in conclusion they truly were in love. and even if jinx isn't dead (see one of my previous posts) she probably wants to stay away from everyone, and if she isn't dead ekko is still alone. but it still gives me comfort to know in tat alternate reality, powder and ekko can still be happy.
he truly loved her
THE END
#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane season 2 spoilers#jinx x ekko#powder x ekko#league of legends#jinx#ekko
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it's weekly tag game wednesday thursday time, pals! i was tagged by @deedala, @darlingian, & @gardenerian to answer some fun new year inspired questions!
Name: macy đ
Location: it's a city that's exciting it's a city that's inviting it's a city for a woman just like meeeeeee
Astrological Sign: cancer bb đŚ
What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? bottoms is at the top of my rewatch list at the moment. also barbie and the 2005 pride and prejudice (sorry mellie) - both for the vibes and the fact that they're masterpieces
Whats a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? i just re-read red, white, and royal blue like, yesterday lmao. i may also re-read we could be so good by cat sebastian and i'm definitely doing a re-read of pride and prejudice bc i haven't touched that one since high school!
What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? we can be anything by baby queen, satanist by boygenius, crème de la crème by evalyn, pink pony club by chappell roan, and wiggy by young miko are at the top of my on repeat at the moment đś
What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? popcorn! i always forget how much i love it until i have it. i've decided that every time i watch a movie from now on i'm gonna make popcorn. a wee tradition in the making đż
What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? i think my biggest and most continuous time sink is tumblr and i don't see that changing any time soon!
Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? i started reading a lot more and i want to keep that up! otherwise i think i formed mostly bad habits in 2023, like not listening to my gut and procrastinating on simple tasks. so hopefully that will change!
What's your toxic trait? being a cunt âđť
What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? baths. so many baths. i'm basically part fish at this point
Tell me something you like about how you look! gahhhh um my eyes are pretty? i think? at least that's the only thing people ever really compliment me on so i'm just extrapolating
Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. funny, empathetic, good friend (that's an adjective, i said so)
i'm tagging @sleepyfacetoughguy, @vintagelacerosette, @mmmichyyy, @energievie, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @too-schoolforcool, @crossmydna, @heymrspatel, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @whatwouldmickeydo, @gallawitchxx, @howlinchickhowl, @captainjowl, @arrowflier, @creepkinginc, @suzy-queued, @transmickey, @michellemisfit, & @sxltburn đ
#i haven't done a tag game in forever! this was fun ty my friends#i refuse to make any resolutions this year aside from ''read more'' bc i do not want to tempt fate#something something it is time for the circumstances to improve#tag games
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This sounds so stupid but im glad I lived long enough to go from a pessimistic suicidal 12 year old to being a tree hugging (realistic..I think) optimist. Like my life obviously still isnât super crazy great. But im glad I was able to change how I think about myself other people and the world..
#I will say though. 12 year old me was fair in their thinking. my circumstances have improved VASTLY from that time. so thatâs definitely a#big part of it#I really wish I could send 12 year old me like a note or something.. đ
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survived Badly (argh) but going to work on fic for as long as I continue to enjoy doing so then switch over -- see if I can find somewhere to watch The 400 Blows and probably cry forever and dehydrate and feel soooo sad and then feel better after. Thank you French New Wave
#boooo whatever saying nonsense nothing matters delete later#somebody should invent a proximity to your parents that doesn't immediately make you so emotionally weird forever#overdramatic. Im feeling fine im eating some crackers and lying around chilling. Just. Weird. Off Balance..#Mild Disturbance in my Year of Exceptional Emotional/Mental Chill#not gonna let it break my 2024 streak of feeling generally Pretty Freakin Good and mostly Recovered From The Lost Year#Which btw. can I say... have i said...? Genuinely having one of the nicest years of my life so far... feeling really pretty good#mfw having more control over your life + surroundings + choices + living circumstances means you can genuinely#meaningfully improve ur day-to-day lived experiences and find what works for u to keep u happy + healthy + excited about life... magic#anyway. brief Huh I Feel Kind Of Bad And Sad In A Deeper Way Kicked Off By But Unrelated To Events Of The Day moment earlier#really made me realize how exceptionally good I've had it so far this year... i think... it's possible... things Do Get Better#anyway. ok done Tag Blogging now. just hope everyone enjoys a nice treat or something. get good sleep enjoy ur time change if it applies#watch a movie or something. idk have fun guys have a good night
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personally I think nanowrimo would have been much better off if they'd said "technically we can't stop you from using generative AI" instead of a weird social justice perspective thing that doesn't make sense in the context they used said language in but nano had already lost my respect since last year when they took forever to respond to the reports of that one moderator being a groomer
#the thing with the whole being anti generative ai thing being ableist is like#okay yeah there are some circumstances where ai can genuinely improve accessibility#such as papers being written solely in academic terms so the common person cannot understand them without researching#individual vocabulary words and foing that for an entire paper#most lose patience very quickly there#that and also materials being translated into languages theyre not often translated to!! yes human translators should be paid#but the common person cant go to a human translator on fiverr every time they want something done#these are VERY specific and rare instances#but for an event where you SELF REPORT how many words youve written#i think saying being anti ai is classist is bullshit and what they need to say is just#âuhhhhhhh we dont care bc we cant stop youâ#but i dont think anti ai people would have liked that answer very much either
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I'll designate you __ to lovers â allies.
what starts off as a partnership by obligation turns into one by choice. maybe you don't think of them that way at first, but after you realize that you two work incredibly well together, the feelings just... fall into place. of course it's only natural that they should remain by your side. of course you would take risks to keep them safe, and they would do the same for you. you can't imagine facing something without them now. it's like they were always there. what's more, the bond you've forged over the years is doubly strong for having made the sharing of mental and emotional states necessary. you've stuck with each other through the stress, the breakdowns, but also the victories, the laughs, the brief moments of frivolity. now those things come naturally. you know nobody more intimately. you are able to take care of each other. you can probably make it through anything. you have so far, at least, even if there were some losses along the way.
#obsessed with how even I was expecting the quiz to give me enemies to lovers. but it didn't.#regardless of the hardships Jean faces with Harry; regardless of how much pain they bring eachother; Jean will always be there for him.#the pain of being burned makes him bitter; makes him venomous but he has never become his enemy.#something something the dog that expects to be kicked down will bite the hand that tries to feed it.#the man can change. the dog can learn. time a vital resource. but blood may always cling to the heel. the dog may always flinch.#Jean does not try to be cruel. the lopsided lens we see of him might portray him as such. the light; the circumstance making him#he does not try to be cruel. that does not mean he was kind. that does not mean he was good.#the dog is the survival; the anger; inside of him. never all of him. jean can learn & become & understand. he can improve. he can change.#it is jeans responsibility to be better than the cruelty he does not intend. it is not to forgive him. but he wants to. he wants to.#time a vital resource. blood may always cling. he may always flinch.#the part that wants to love him. the part that wants to live. taught by a past that is no longer remembered; but is never null.#the dog and the man sit with eachother. and when violence is replaced with love; the tail still wags. the man still smiles.#the part of the animal that loves you; the part of the animal that hates you#but he loves him. he loves him. he loves him.#lets give it another try. lets give it another day. chances that part of him begs not to give. chances because he wants to be proven wrong.#please. please. prove him wrong.#the dog who loves you. the man who loves you. both who want to be loved#god........................#MUSING / Jean Vicquemare#STUDY / Jean Vicquemare#GAMES / Jean Vicquemare#â â the world grows green again when you smile : games.#toxic relationship //#ask to tag //#disco elysium //
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still here, btw
#i wonder if this win has brought her satisfaction. or if she doesnt feel at all. and she just has to live with being alone now#not just being alone with herself this time but knowing its truly her fault. in all other circumstances where her partnerships have ended-#she could have some blame. maybe something she could have done to improve the situation but ultimately not her fault entirely#but this is new and there is already a war inside herself about it. so i wonder if she feels just.#indirect.txt#also hello ambiguous sweat/tear down her face
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essential soft skills for personal excellence
+ emotional intelligence: the ability to understand emotions (yours + others) with empathy and how they impact behaviour. without it you are liable to be defensive, self-centred, and experience a feeling of disconnection (from self + others).
+ resilience: how well you react when something bad happens. do you fall apart or can you navigate challenges without setting yourself back?
+ critical thinking: the ability to slow down and approach ideas with rational intelligence so that you can make thoughtful, considered decisions instead of impulsive, reactive ones.
+ adaptability: remaining flexible to the circumstances and cultivating the ability to deal with change (see also: resilience). can be more difficult if neurodivergent; they key is to be gentle + forgiving with yourself.
+ (healthy) self-discipline: doing what you need to do regardless of whether you 'feel like it' (see also: emotional intelligence, so that you're not ruled by your emotional state). remember that you can cultivate healthy discipline with gentle nurture that builds confidence over time, rather than toxic discipline that uses shame, fear, and punishment.
+ self worth: continuously building the foundational idea that you are worthy of the good life. without self worth, most attempts at self-improvement start with grandiose ideas of huge change and result in broken promises, difficulty sticking to goals, and a spiralling shame cycle.
#soft skills#personal excellence#it girl#it girl energy#that girl#becoming that girl#self improvement#self worth#self care#glow up#level up#self development#lucky girl syndrome
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Honestly I think the fics where Dannyâs a Kryptonian have a lot of potential, so hereâs me throwing my hat into the ring
Danny was born a human. He was born to two loving (though slightly neglectful) human parents in the painfully mundane state of Illinois.
Then, he died, but he didnât do it right. He became a Halfa; too alive to be a ghost, but too dead to be human.
Then, through strange, uncontrollable circumstances, that changed as well.
He had been heavily injured, missing a large percentage of body mass, and was at the cusp of either dying fully or just fading from existence.
(Perhaps it was an ordinary fight. Perhaps it was the GiW, or his parents. Perhaps it was a simple accident. That didnât matter now.)
He fled, phasing through the ground, trying to bury himself as deep as possible.
(Perhaps he didnât want to be unmasked in death. Perhaps that was already too late, and he just wanted his body be able to rest in peace.)
Unfortunately for him, he was in Metropolis, and ended up in a secret genetics lab below the earth.
Danny detransformed, completely exhausted, falling onto a table covered in different labeled specimen containers. He closed his eyes, and prepared himself for what would happen next.
And⌠nothing.
Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes.
Danny sat up, brushing off the foul-smelling liquid from the specimen jars, petri dishes, and assorted vials.
He feltâŚfine.
No, better than fine. He felt normal. Healthy.
He felt like he wasnât missing most of his internal organs anymore.
Danny looked down at his stomach, and saw that the wounds that were killing him had completely disappeared.
(The blood blossoms, if there had been any, were still there, but they no longer hurt. At most, they itched a little, or maybe just tickled a bit.)
He wanted to question what in the hell had just happened, but he didnât want to jinx it. He just quietly changed back to Phantom, going invisible and phasing out of wherever he had found himself in, ignoring the loud alarm system that had begun to blare when he broke the samples on that table.
Life mostly went back to normal after that.
If, like Danny, you ignored all the physical changes in a valiant effort to remain in denial that something was horribly wrong.
His skin was tougher, now; he didnât get scrapes or cuts, even when he accidentally fumbled a knife while trying to cook. His ghost form was stronger, too; he was barely knocked down by his old rogues anymore.
He could fly, even in his human form. Though, admittedly, the flight was much different. It was like using a muscle he hadnât known existed beforehand. He didnât just ignore gravity or wind resistance, though he felt more graceful in the air now than he ever did as Phantom.
There were more powers popping up, lasers and cold breath, x-ray vision and super strength. His lungs and heart were larger, and he could handle temperatures much easier. He didnât have to transform to handle the pressure and cold of space anymore.
His reaction time had improved, becoming much faster than ever before. His senses were much stronger, and he had even seemed to gain a sense of electric fields, like a shark.
The only thing that separated him from a Kryptonian was that he had developed electrokenesis, which he had never seen any of them use on TV.
So, surely, he was fine.
Everything was normal, he hadnât been transformed by alien DNA in a sketchy lab, he had just had a really weird and specific metagene activation.
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Clark Kent, Kal-El, was panicking.
It had been around a month and a half since a particularly brutal fight between Intergang and an unknown assailant, and it seemed that Intergang was determined to draw out whoever had scorned them.
Their method of doing this, of course, was trying to level the city.
He and Jon were doing their best to stop them, but with both Kon and Zor-El away on their own business, it was difficult.
And by difficult, he meant almost impossible.
Slowly but surely he was driving them back, but not without massive amounts of damage to the city, especially with only Jon on dedicated rescuing duty.
He was distracted, trying to draw a group away from a heavily occupied building, when a projectile hit him in the back of the head.
The world spun for a moment, and then it went black.
(It was, probably, then, some sort of Kryptonite-metal alloy. Intergang at its finest.)
He woke slowly, forcing his eyes open. He felt like he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.
Clark jolted up, preparing for the worst.
To his shock, though, the city hadnât been reduced to rubble while he was out.
Jon seemed to still be working on evacuation, either unaware that he had went down or forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.
Then, a lightning-quick figure flew into view, and Clarkâs mind went blank.
He thought, for a moment, that Kara was back. But, no, that wasnât right, she was supposed to be off-planet for another week or so.
Besides, this new figure didnât move like her. They were lankier and more slender, and they flew quicker than any member of his family.
Their powerset was different, too; they focused mainly on using blasts of ice and electricity to drive enemies back, only occasionally using their strength or lasersâones which came from their hands instead of their eyes.
He had woken up at the tail end of the fight, it seemed. The remaining Intergang members were fleeing from the mysterious metahuman.
They stayed in the sky, motionless, watching them leave.
As if they could sense him staring, they turned.
They were small, still clearly young. Probably around Konâs age, or maybe even younger.
Instead of the colorful clothing he had inherited from his family, the stranger wore black and white clothes which looked similar to a hazmat suit, their face covered by some sort of gas mask.
Interestingly enough, instead of the S-shape crest that he was so used to seeing, the stranger wore the letter D on his chest.
Kalâs heart sped up.
From up in the sky, he heard the strangerâs heart, on the left instead of the right, speed up in return.
But before he could say a word to them, they sped off, disappearing into the deep blue sky.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dcxdp fic#dcxdp fanfic#dcxdp prompt#dcxdp crossover#clark: NEW SON??#danny: fuckfuckfuck#bruce (sensing an adoption all the way from gotham): something just happened#btw this is a prompt and I would love continuations#however if you respond with bad dad clark content I do reserve the right to send the hounds to tear you to pieces
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PAC : YOUR AUTUMN BLESSINGS đ
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⢠A lot of you will be blessed with foreign travel to a destination that heals this restlessness in your heart. It seems as though you had been fighting against the odds for so long and have also accumulated so much mental strain and grief because you've felt like you couldn't grow where you're at and you're right. You're going to feel the most alive you've felt in a long time. Don't turn down the opportunities that come your way. ⢠Unexpected wealth or income from an unknown or foreign source. ⢠Venturing out of your home or comfort zone. A change in perspective as well. ⢠The sun rising after the darkest hours of your life. It's amusing that it's happening during fall when things usually wither away that you're getting your color back. You may feel like you're Venturing out alone or that your journey is a solitary one. You aren't too bothered because you're so used to it even as it terrifies you. But along the way you'll find people who want to walk beside you even as the cold threatens to sink into your bones. You might just find your soul family this fall. Perhaps home isn't confined to four walls but rather, the people and the places you've yet to step foot into.
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⢠You'll be blessed with finding a balance in your life that earlier was bound to topple over no matter what you did and how hard you tried. You'll confront certain habits and behaviours that you have and actively choose to work through them. Some of them have been hindering your growth and costing you your own peace of mind as well as relationships. ⢠Improvement in health. As well as recognition and reward in your workplace or emotional fulfillment via the work you do or your lifestyle changes. ⢠Heightened intuition and foresight. Trust your instincts over fear mongering from others. ⢠Possible expansion in social circle or connecting with people you can learn from without being ridiculed. You'll be introduced to people or spaces with a more positive outlook to life and circumstances rather than the ones who have a cynical approach to everything. ⢠A better self concept and increase in confidence. Do not allow anyone to walk over you or be little you in any shape or form. ⢠you may also get the confidence or the money to shop for certain fashion items you had earlier been stalling on or might be gifted the same.
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⢠You'll be blessed with something rather abrupt. You may not even consider it as a blessing at first till realisation dawns on you. ⢠I significantly see a blessing that's financial in nature something that will aid you in the long term. You might be too fixated at things going wrong at first. Please don't do that. When the opportunity arrives please have the courage to reach for it and make it yours. You may have the tendency to worry to the point that anything good happening for you is too good to be true. Thing is you tend to be blessed in rather unconventional ways. Certain things you may have quiet literally looked over for months or years. This autumn take some time to reflect on certain aspects of your life and how regardless of what was going wrong or what wasn't 'working out' for you had been in your favor all along. The more you bring in your awareness to that the more of these blessings you'll receive. ⢠A lot of you do struggle with mental health as well as sleep issues. You're rather artistic however but may have kept your arts and crafts aside for a long time. You'll be revisiting things that have brought you joy in the past and feel happy this time instead of feeling performative. ⢠Lastly, allow good things to happen to you.
#free readings#tarot community#divination community#pick a card#pac#autumn pick a card#fall pac#spiritual community#tarot readers of tumblr
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This is for the self shippers whose self ship story doesn't start out all lovey dovey. This is for flawed f/os, grieving, ugly, angry, and mean ones. The ones who step on your feet, the ones who talk over you, the ones that boss you around, the cold hearted ones. This one is for the hurt feelings, the sadness or the forced docility. This one is for those whose f/os took a while to get around.
For whatever circumstance, they do. They do look you in the eyes and they apologize. Of course words won't fix all wounds. But they mellow out, they try mending wounds they themselves caused, they own up or grieve those words. Every time you cry internalizing what they said previously they do everything to fix or to mold into something positive. They want you to associate their words now with apology. With love. With admiration. With care.
They lay awake with you thinking of new days and memories to fold over the hurtful ones. The days where they were so callous but now they're dedicated to changing and improving. Their hugs feel protective and whole, to shield you from even themselves.
The hurt can't be erased but your f/o is trying, trying so so so hard to let you know they're getting better and that they'll love you better.
đđ PROSHIP DNI đđ
THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT ROMANTICIZING ABUSE. THIS IS ABOUT TRYING TO HEAL PAST HURT, BUT ALSO LIVING WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF PAST HURT.
#self shipping#self ship#oc x canon#safe ship#safe shipping#self insert#f/o#romantic f/o#f/o community#f/o imagines#self ship angst#angst
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"Millions of Australians just got official permission to ignore their bosses outside of working hours, thanks to a new law enshrining their "right to disconnect."
The law doesn't strictly prohibit employers from calling or messaging their workers after hours. But it does protect employees who "refuse to monitor, read or respond to contact or attempted contact outside their working hours, unless their refusal is unreasonable," according to the Fair Work Commission, Australia's workplace relations tribunal.
That includes outreach from their employer, as well as other people "if the contact or attempted contact is work-related."
The law, which passed in February, took effect on Monday [August 26, 2024] for most workers and will apply to small businesses of fewer than 15 people starting in August 2025. It adds Australia to a growing list of countries aiming to protect workers' free time.
"It's really about trying to bring back some work-life balance and make sure that people aren't racking up hours of unpaid overtime for checking emails and responding to things at a time when they're not being paid," said Sen. Murray Watt, Australia's minister for employment and workplace relations.
The law doesn't give employees a complete pass, however...
"If it was an emergency situation, of course people would expect an employee to respond to something like that," Watt said. "But if it's a run-of-the-mill thing ⌠then they should wait till the next work day, so that people can actually enjoy their private lives, enjoy time with their family and their friends, play sport or whatever they want to do after hours, without feeling like they're chained to the desk at a time when they're not actually being paid, because that's just not fair."
Protections aim to address erosion of work-life balance
The law's supporters hope it will help solidify the boundary between the personal and the professional, which has become increasingly blurry with the rise of remote work since the COVID-19 pandemic.
A 2022 survey by the Centre for Future Work at the Australia Institute, a public policy think tank, found that seven out of 10 Australians performed work outside of scheduled working hours, with many reporting experiencing physical tiredness, stress and anxiety as a result.
The following year, the institute reported that Australians clocked an average of 281 hours of unpaid overtime in 2023. Valuing that labor at average wage rates, it estimated the average worker is losing the equivalent of nearly $7,500 U.S. dollars each year.
"This is particularly concerning when worker's share of national income remains at a historically low level, wage growth is not keeping up with inflation, and the cost of living is rising," it added.
The Australian Council of Trade Unions hailed the new law as a "cost-of-living win for working people," especially those in industries like teaching, community services and administrative work.
The right to disconnect, it said, will not only cut down on Australians' unpaid work hours but also address the "growing crisis of increasing mental health illness and injuries in modern workplaces."
"More money in your pocket, more time with your loved ones and more freedom to live your life â that's what the right to disconnect is all about," ACTU President Michele OâNeil said in a statement.
The 2022 Australia Institute survey... found broad support for a right to disconnect.
Only 9% of respondents said such a policy would not positively affect their lives. And the rest cited a slew of positive effects, from having more social and family time to improved mental health and job satisfaction. Thirty percent of respondents said it would enable them to be more productive during work hours.
Eurofound, the European Union agency for the improvement of living and working conditions, said in a 2023 study that workers at companies with a right to disconnect policy reported better work-life balance than those without â 92% versus 80%."
-via GoodGoodGood, August 26, 2024
#right to disconnect#australia#auspol#work#work life balance#workers rights#good news#hope#labor#labor rights#un
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CL16 | Strategy to Your Heart
Summary: Ferrari hasnât been doing well in the races lately, and according to Charles, there's only one person to blame for the bad strategies: you.
Charles Leclerc x colleague!Reader (enemies to lovers)
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Warnings: curse words, slightly misogynistic
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Charles stormed into the garage, his eyes blazing with anger. His race had ended disastrously, again, and there was only one person to blame. As his race engineer, you were responsible for his strategy, which lately, had been lacking significantly and he despised you for it. The car was finally improving, yet he couldnât seem to win a race. Simply because his race engineer managed to fuck up every time.
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. âAre you trying to sabotage me?â
You looked up in surprise as he approached you. Charles' anger was clear as day as he got in your face, making your hands shake from anxiety and your blood run cold. Your expression hardened as the accusation settled, a glare replacing the shock in your eyes. You opened your mouth to explain, to say something â to calm him down, but he cut you off.Â
âI donât need your excuses! You clearly donât know what youâre doing!â He yelled. The look on his face, and the posture of his body â which was much taller than yours â were intimidating. Never mind his unrelenting glare and the finger he pointed in your face before storming off to his driver's room.
His insult stung deeply. You understood that he was upset at how the race went, but he couldâve reacted differently. He just humiliated you publicly, in front of all your colleagues; he didnât even let you get a word in edgewise. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside you at his behaviour. How dare he insult you like that? It wasnât even your fault. You stared after him as he stomped away, before turning on your feet, storming off in the opposite direction.
You had known Charles for a long time now. Although you had never spoken much, you always greeted each other, until you got your new position in the team. Charles was already driving for Ferrari when you first started there as an intern. You joined in on meetings with the drivers and sometimes spoke to them during these, but you didnât see the drivers much otherwise. After your time as an intern, you had gotten a full-time job and worked your way up the team, and now, finally, you had made it to race strategist for Charles Leclerc, where your decisions actually had an effect â or so you thought.
During all your years at Ferrari, the previous head of strategy, Rueda, always listened to and appreciated your opinions and suggestions for the race strategies. He supported your development over the years and saw you grow from an inexperienced intern to an expert with a unique view. Before he left Ferrari, he promoted you to Charlesâ race engineer; he believed in your skill and thought you could provide unexpected, but well-working strategies that would lead Charles to victories.Â
However, after Rueda left, and Ravin Jain took over the job of head strategist, your opinions were ignored. You worked especially hard to convince him you deserved your current position. You developed numerous possible strategies for every one of Charlesâ races, running tons of simulations to make sure you had a strategy for every situation. You thought about all the unexpected circumstances that might arise and how to maximise the outcome for each of them. You knew exactly what to do in every situation to ensure a good ending position for Charles, but Jain undermined you every single time. You would present him with all the information you had collected, and show him all the possible strategies and which ones you expected would work best, but he would never listen to you. Jain would always overrule your decisions with different options that somehow turned out much worse. As a result, Charles lost so many more places than necessary, and missed so many more podiums â wins even â than he shouldâve.
The worst part was that Charles blamed you for everything. You were new in the position of race strategist, and you wanted to leave a good impression on the team and, most importantly, have a good working relationship with Charles. In your line of work, teamwork and cooperation, and consequently trust, are incredibly important. You wanted Charles to You wanted Charles to rely on you for strategy, allowing him to focus solely on driving. But he couldnât. He questioned every advice you gave â whether it made sense â and more often than not, it didnât. The relationship between the two of you was anything but one of trust.
Charles didnât know what was happening between you and the head strategist. All he knew was that the strategies were awful and he was losing races that he could have won. He didnât know how amazing and thought-out your own strategies really were, and how good you were at your job if you actually received the opportunity to do it. As a matter of fact, he had never had a real conversation with you before you got your new role. Previously, you just hung around in the background, only speaking with your team and some work friends you had made along the way, but never directly with the drivers. Quite frankly, he questioned whether you were even qualified for your job.
Although Charles didnât know much about you, his opinion about you was formed and unchanging. To him, it seemed you didnât know much about racing strategies or engineering; the results of your strategies and your silence during the debriefs were enough proof for him. There was only one logical explanation for how youâd gotten your role in the team; you had gotten your position through favouritism â or perhaps youâd done the head strategist a little âfavourâ.
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During the next race, Jain had done it again. You had developed the perfect strategy for Charles, you had worked everything out so you were prepared for every situation. But when you showed the results to Jain and suggested your preferred strategy, he told you that your strategies could be better and you should âtry thisâ. You knew it wasnât a suggestion but an order to drop your strategy and use his instead. The result left you feeling defeated. Charles would undoubtedly be upset with the outcome, outing his anger on you, while you couldnât do anything to make it better.
From your spot in the garage after the race, you could already see him stomping towards you. You couldnât blame him really, he had missed out on yet another podium due to a bad strategy.
âWhat now?â you muttered under your breath as you saw him approach, bracing yourself for another confrontation.
âWhat now?â Charles echoed, his tone mocking. âYouâre asking me that? You couldnât form a proper strategy to save your life! How did you get this job in the first place? Sleep with the boss?â
You whipped your head around at his comment, narrowing your eyes as shock and anger coursed through your body. You had heard comments like this many times before; Formula 1 is a manâs world and you know what the men around you are like. You know you shouldnât have expected anything less from Charles, yet you had. You were surprised that Charles would say something like thisâsomething so vile. Yes, you had never really gotten along, but there had always been mutual respect. In all your interactions with Charles, he seemed kind enough, even if he was frustrated with you; to make such a misogynistic comment was a new low for him.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? How can you even say something like that? Do you know how offensive that is?â
âYouâre not denying it,â he yelled back at you.
You scoffed. âIâm not doing this,â you said, shaking your head before walking away, the tears welling up in your eyes. It felt like a betrayal.Â
Charles followed you, âHow about you explain why you keep screwing up my races?â
You ran your hands over your face in frustration as you rushed away from him, quickly making your way to your office. Charles had already upset you, and you didnât want to cry in front of him â your job was already hard enough without him holding something like this over your head. If your colleagues found out you had cried on the job, you would never hear the end of how women canât handle the pressure of F1. You tried to close the door as soon as you entered your office, but Charles was already there with you, staring you down. His arms were crossed in a nonchalant manner, but his face showed his annoyance clearly. âWell?â
You tried to avoid answering his question, but it seemed impossible. Even though you had kept silent (except for your scoff, that is), he wouldnât leave you alone. God was this man frustrating. Your patience snapped.
âIâm not the one screwing up your races, Charles. If you have any issues with the strategies you should take it up with Jain, because he changes my plans every time.â
âWhat are you talking about?â He asked, frowning.
âEvery strategy I create, Jain overrules,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you closed in on him. âI come up with plans based on simulations, and data. Iâm ready for every scenario. But he dismisses them and forces his own strategies, which obviously donât work. Youâre blaming the wrong person.â
Charles stared at you, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to confusion. âWhat? Why didnât you tell me this sooner?â
âI tried,â you replied, frustration seeping into your voice. âBut you were too busy yelling at me to listen. And honestly, I didnât think youâd believe me.â
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly processing what you had said. âSo, Jain is the one messing up the strategies?â
âYes,â you confirmed. âAnd itâs been incredibly frustrating to watch my hard work get thrown out and to then take the blame when it fails.â
âIâm sorry.â
âYou should be. Youâve been yelling at me for months when it wasnât even my fault.â
âWhy didnât you do anything about it?â Charles asked.
You laughed at his question. âWhat was I supposed to do? You know how it isâactually, you donât, because drivers are privileged,â you sighed at the frown on Charlesâ face, âno one would have believed me if I had told them, or they probably would have agreed. And if I had gone against Jain, I would have been fired so fast,â you trailed off.
Charles sighed. You were right; how on earth were they supposed to fix this? Jain would just continue to override your decisions no matter what, and that obviously wasnât beneficial to anyone.
âFor the next race, show me your strategy, okay? We can look at it together and if I agree we can work something out. Together.â
You smiled dryly at Charlesâ suggestion. If he agrees? Who does he think he is? Nevertheless, you concur, if only to get rid of him. It doesnât sound very convincing, but Charles is satisfied nonetheless.
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For the next race, you had prepared more than usual. After the first few encounters with Jain you had given up on preparing your races thoroughly; it felt like a waste of time. But knowing that Charles would listen to you, and you might finally get to use your own strategy motivated you.Â
You carefully discussed your plans with Charles in his driverâs room, away from everyone else. He listened attentively while you explained all the possible strategies and the one you thought would yield the best results. This was the first time Charles actually heard you talk about the strategies with enthusiasm, and he admired your knowledge of the topic, although he was somewhat surprised after your previous interactions. Hearing your passion for your work and knowing that you werenât the reason for the unsuccessful races finally allowed the much-wanted bond of trust to form.
âWe're going to use your strategy,â Charles said decisively. âNo matter what Jain says, we'll do whatever you think is best. You've thought everything out, it'd be foolish to do something entirely different.â
"And if Jain gets mad and wants to fire me?" You asked, a hint of concern in your voice.
"The results will likely be good, so there'll be no reason for him to get mad,â Charles replied confidently. âBut if he does, I'll vouch for you."
You nodded in response, a nervous but grateful smile on your face. It was exciting to finally use one of your own strategies, even though Jain would probably reject your proposals again.
Your assumption was correct; during your meeting with Jain, he had once more told you to follow his strategies instead of using your own ideas. Although Charles had told you there wouldnât be any reason for your boss to get mad if the race went well, you werenât assured enough to follow his advice. You couldnât take any risks with your job â you werenât experienced enough to get a similar job anywhere else, especially with the reputation Jain had built for you. If you had to follow his strategy to keep your job you would.
To say Charles was upset with the strategy during the race would be an understatement. He didnât know where it had gone wrong â you had discussed this, hadnât you? You came to the agreement that you would use your own strategy instead of listening to Jain, yet you hadnât. The things you were telling him to do were nothing you had discussed during your private meeting. Charles felt frustrated at your inability to follow through; you were ruining his chances of a win because you were a coward who wouldnât dare to stand up to her boss and he wasnât going to take it.
âBoxing next lap, Charles.âÂ
Charles scoffed at your order before responding, âBox now? Thatâs ridiculous! The tyres are feeling fine, I can stay out longer.â
You sigh from your position on the pit wall. âCharles, the team thinks itâs best that youââÂ
âI donât care what the team thinks! What do you think is the best move?â
âCharlesââ you stammer, getting nervous from his reaction.
âYou know the team always makes the wrong calls, Y/N. What do you think we should do?â
You sighed, feeling the weight of the decision. If you go against Jainâs orders now and the race ends badly, youâll be in big trouble. Charles said heâd vouch for you though, and the current strategy wasnât going to get the team anywhere good either. You contemplate your options.
âStay out a few more laps.â
Although you couldnât see it, Charles smiled triumphantly in the car, knowing he had convinced you to use your own strategy. This was a good start, he just needed to do well now, to make sure you got your confidence back. So, for the next races, you would follow your own strategies as well instead of simply following Jainâs orders.
The race had ended up much better than anybody had expected, all thanks to your strategy. If you hadnât switched up the strategy, Charles would have ended up significantly lower in the ranking. After finishing up his duties, Charles sought you out in the garage. You thought he would yell at you again, for going against your plan â going rogue, but he didnât. Â
âThank you,â he said, his voice sincere. âYour strategy worked. Next time, weâll use your plan again. From the start this time, forget whatever Jain tells you.âÂ
You nodded in response, a tight smile on your face. It was nice that Charles showed his appreciation for you. However, now that you were standing still instead of moving around, you were easier to spot. So far, you had managed to avoid Jain by blending in with the bustling garage, but Charlesâs presence made you easy to find.
âY/N!â Jain said loudly, making your eyes shoot over to him quickly.
âWe need to have a serious talk! Follow me to my office.â The look on his face was scolding and his body posture showed his anger clearly as he walked off.Â
You met Charlesâ eyes for a second, a nervous smile on your face. âI better go,â you said before rushing after your boss.Â
âIâll come with you,â Charles responded firmly, joining your side.
âI said Iâd vouch for you if Jain became angry. I always keep my word,â he said after seeing the confused look on your face.
Jain had already taken a seat in his office when you walked in.
âWhat the hell were you thinking? Ignoring my strategy?â he hollered.
You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to go against him, but Charles beat you to it, stepping out from behind the door.
âThereâs no need to yell at your employee like that, Jain. Besides, her strategy led to much better results than boxing would have.â
Jainâs eyes quickly darted over to him in surprise, having missed his presence, before focusing on you. âYouâre here to follow orders, Y/N. Not to make your own decisions. You disobeyed a direct instruction.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but Charles had already started speaking, his voice steady but firm.Â
âWith all due respect, Jain, itâs clear that Y/Nâs strategy was superior today. Her approach brought us better results, and we need to recognise that.â
Jain turned his glare to Charles, clearly not pleased with the driverâs intervention. âThis is none of your business, Charles. Sheâs my employee, and she needs to follow my orders.â
âActually, it is my business,â Charles shot back.
Your eyes darted over to him. This was not at all the right time, but he looked hot as fuck defending you like this. He hadnât even had the time to change after the race, his driverâs suit hanging around his waist with his black fireproofs on full display. His hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed, whether it was from the race or frustration, you werenât sure. You could feel your own cheeks turning hot at the sight, and you were certain a blush was spreading across your face, too.
âHer strategies directly affect my performance on the track. Today, she proved her worth. She deserves the chance to implement her plans without being overruled.â
The room fell silent as Jain stared at Charles, his anger simmering beneath the surface.Â
No, not the right time at all.
Jain finally sighed, rubbing his temples. âFine. Youâve made your point. But if it fails there will be consequences.â
You nodded eagerly, âof course.â
Charles nodded as well, happy with the outcome.
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The next few races turned out much better. Without interference, you could confidently present and implement your strategies. And the results spoke for themselves: Charles consistently finished on the podium. His performance improved so much that even Jain had to admit your strategies worked better than his.
When the next race weekend arrived tensions were high. So far, your racing strategies had proved successful, but you aimed for more every race. It was certainly helpful that you and Charles were a good team. Ever since the issues between Charles and you were resolved, there was mutual trust, and Charles supported every strategy you came up with, even if it seemed risky.
You wished Charles good luck with a nervous smile before he got in his car and, as had become a ritual, he responded confidently with a âweâve got thisâ and a reassuring smile that somehow always calmed your nerves.
When the race began you confidently pursued your strategy while Charles navigated the track with precision. Everything went perfectly: the pit stops as swift and smooth as could be and every decision moving Charles closer to the front.
There were only a few laps to go with Charles steadily in second place, closing in on the leader. He managed to get within DRS range and, as the team watched in anticipation, executed a flawless overtake, taking the lead in the race. The garage filled with cheers and applause as the team celebrated his amazing overtake. Meanwhile, a big smile overtook your features as you watched Charles drive on the screen in front of you.Â
You stared in disbelief when Charles crossed the finish line in first place. The joy was immense; the whole garage was celebrating the fresh win as you hugged the rest of the team on the pit wall in delight. You had done it â your strategy had led him to a win.
Following your colleagues, you rushed to the parc fermĂŠ, wanting to be the first to celebrate this amazing race with him. You watched as Charles got out of his car, pumping his fist in the air in victory. The smile on his face was huge as he jogged to the team waiting to congratulate him.Â
âWe did it, Y/N!â he exclaimed, pulling you into a celebratory hug. You laughed at his antics but hugged him back nevertheless. If there wasnât a barrier between you, he would have lifted you up and spun you around, thatâs how happy he was. Two months ago he couldnât have envisioned a win any time soon, and now he had managed to snatch up the first place, all thanks to you.
After his weigh-in, he walked back to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. âI want you to come up on the podium with me,â he said.Â
âAh,â he tutted, already knowing you would protest before you even opened your mouth, âitâs just as much your win as itâs mine.â
âCharlesâŚâ
âYou deserve to be up there too! Itâs your first win!â
You stared at him hesitantly.
âCome on, Y/N. Just this once. If you say no, Iâll just ask again next time, and the time after that, andââ
âNext time?â
âYes. Weâre obviously going to win many more races together!â Charles said with a childish grin. âCome on!â He continued, tugging on your sleeve.
You finally succumbed, nodding your head. âOkay, fine.â
âAh perfect! Iâll see you up there!â He said with a big grin, before walking off to do his interview.
You used the time Charles was in the cooldown room to mentally prepare yourself. You were about to stand on the podium. Your face was going to be broadcast on live TV for everyone to see, and it made you nervous. You smiled nervously at the people guiding you up the stairs to the podium where you met Charles. He smiled comfortingly and chatted with you relaxedly while you waited for his name to be called out.Â
When the time came, you tried to stay in the background, hiding behind Charles who walked out in front of you before taking your place on the separate podium for the winning constructor. From your position, you could see the crowd cheering for Charles while the Monegasque anthem sounded over the track. You admired the sea of red that was here for Ferrari, for Charles. When the Italian anthem played you made eye contact with Charles, laughing silently with him over your colleagues singing along loudly.
You gracefully accepted the trophy for the team, smiling and lifting it up after it was offered to you. The sound of your team cheering and applauding filled you with joy. You couldnât be prouder of Charles for this achievement, and maybe of yourself too, especially when you saw the admiring look Charles was sending you. It made your thoughts hazy, tuning out for a second as you enjoyed this moment of glory while staring out at the crowd in front of you.
Then, suddenly, you heard the pops of bottles. You could barely set down your trophy before your face was covered in champagne.
âCharles,â You gasped.Â
Barely able to breathe, you tried to cover your face with your cap. It was no use, however; the champagne was already pricking in your eyes as you blindly tried to push Charles away. When the other men on the podium targeted him, you used the moment to pop your own bottle of champagne. Of course, your goal was to completely douse Charles as payback, but he was quick to flee. Before you got the chance to properly drench him, it was already time for the podium picture. Charles grinned at you mischievously from his spot next to you. âYou look good in victory champagne,â he teased.Â
You glared at him jokingly. You were certain that you looked ridiculous with your cap askew and your clothes completely soaked in champagne, not to mention the mascara that was probably running down your face. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but couldnât help the laugh that escaped.
âThanks, I think.â
He laughed with you, a gleeful look on his face.Â
âHow about we go out for a celebratory drink?â He asked with a gentle smile.
You noticed the more serious tone in his voice straight away. His expression was one you didnât recognise; he seemed almost insecure.
Raising an eyebrow, you couldnât resist teasing him.Â
âAre you asking me out, Charles?â
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âWell, yeah. I guess I am. What do you say?â
You laughed again, before nodding your head.Â
âA drink sounds good.â
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Kinktober Day 3
Monsterfucking
monster!Oberyn Martell x f!Reader
Gif credits @pedrorascal
Summary: Your poison lessons with Oberyn went wrong when he accidentally drank the wrong potion. Warnings: +18, MDNI, monster fucking, unprotected PIV, dubcon, rough sex, dirty talk, possessed!Oberyn, insults Wordcount: 1,1k An: Oh god⌠this is my first time writing something like this. I have no idea if i even managed to portray the monster fucking well (just kill me ok). Today I just wanted to thank the people who read all my works on an ongoing basis (I see u @amyispxnk) and let you know that, YES, I see all the comments and reblogs, BUT I'm busy gettin ready for vacation, so I don't even have time to go on tumblr. I promise I'll answer everything when I'm at home, under the covers and with a warm cup of tea. So lots of kisses and hugs to the people who comment on my works. I love you xx
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You were prepared for a lot in life, meticulously improved your skills in every field.
History, magic and... potions.
Thanks to your skills, you were given the honor of personal lessons with the Prince of Dorne. In the old, dirty and forgotten basements of the castle, where there were only you, old books and thousands of glass vials filled with deadly substances.
When you look at it from a third-person perspective, it sounded like a guaranteed tragedy. And that's exactly what it was.
After a few hours, tiredness took over your senses, which in the circumstances you were in, was simply unacceptable.
No one in their right mind would continue such dangerous activities, feeling even the slightest dizziness from the lack of fresh air and sun. And yet, you two forgot yourselves, too caught up in your studies and how much fun you were having.
Because, it had to be admitted, there had been unspoken words between you for a long time and you took advantage of every moment together.
This is what led you to the situation you find yourself in.
Tragedy.
Even the two of you, some of the best scholars in the kingdom, couldn't have predicted that someone had mislabeled the vials. Such a small mistake had large and terrible consequences. And you became the only witness who, unfortunately for you, experienced the effects of a potion of unknown origin on your skin.
On your skin, or rather, in you.
âStay still.â Another loud growl bounced off the walls.
You squeezed your eyes shut, holding back a tearful moan. His body pressed you hard against the table as he tried to push deeper into you. Your body, however, was not used to such sudden and hard penetration.
You were shaking, trying to get used to the size of his cock, which had plunged into you just as unexpectedly as this whole situation had started.
You couldn't even fully process what was happening. His eyes went black in a split second, casting a terrifying darkness within him. A darkness that turned him into a mindless beast that longed to sink its teeth into the closest living creature - you.
âWhy do you have to be so tight,â he gasped against your ear and thrust his hips hard again, pushing deeper into you. âI want all of you.â
Your pussy was throbbing with pain and wild pleasure you had never known before. And even though the prince wasn't himself right now, this was what you had dreamed of since the day you met him; for him to sink into you and make you forget about everything.
You moaned loudly, gripping the edges of the table tighter as it creaked with every movement. Your eyes misted over each time his tip dug into your cervix.
âOberyn, please,â you sobbed.
You received a raspy laugh in response that didnât sound like him at all.
âPathetic little girl, you really think your prince is with us now?â
You shivered at the sound of his voice, strangely distant and deep.
He dug his fingers deeper into your hips, finally pushing himself all the way inside you. An animalistic groan escaped his throat as he could feel how wet and tight you were all over his cock, clenching around him over and over again.
You barely had time to catch your breath as his hot breath fanned your neck and another dark laugh reached your ears.
âSo what are you?â
Your question hung unanswered as he busied himself with inhaling your scent and licking your skin. You were overwhelmed by the closeness he was taking over you, everywhere, on every side. There was only him.
âI am everything he wants to be.â
He slowly pulled his hips back, allowing you to feel every inch of his manhood. You shivered, desire to have him inside of you again overwhelm your senses.
He didn't let your dreams wait long to come true.
He thrust into you, the force making both of you shudder. The feeling of bliss was so great that it took over him almost immediately as his hips slammed against yours.
Without thinking, he began to fuck you. Hard. Not allowing you to think. All you could focus on was how the pleasure and pain mingled into an addictive feeling that was building in your core.
âDo you know how long heâs wanted to feel your cunt?â he asked, breathing heavily from the pace he set for himself. âGods, how could he hold back for so long?â
He shook his head in disbelief, a wild glint passing through his black eyes as he stared at your pathetic form, moaning in adoration. He thrust into you harder, making you cry out. A pleased smirk appeared on his face before he leaned in close to you again.
âIâve had you for a few minutes and already want to keep you.â His breath fanned your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âForever sinking into your wet, warm flesh,â he purred.
âYes, please,â you gasped, overwhelmed by how good it felt to have him inside you, against you, on you. He was pleased with how drunk you were.
âGive me your orgasm, little mortal.â
His cock stimulated everything it needed, to bring you closer to your desired fulfillment. You had no idea if it was because of the demon that had taken control of him, or the fact that it was in his body and you could finally feel what it was like to have him inside you.
Oberyn thrust into you recklessly, as if that was all he was made for. Your increasingly loud moans only fueled him. He wanted more. More of you, your heavenly core, and your animalistic sounds.
âShow me what pleasure I give you,â he whispered, running his nose along your neck, where he sank his teeth a moment later.
He did it so hard, that the piercing pain went straight between your legs, and the orgasm shook your body. You screamed in euphoria, pulsating on him so hard that he had to pull out of you so he wouldn't come.
âI love the orgasms of sluts like you,â he laughed mockingly, and when he let you experience your fulfillment, he thrust into you again.
You sobbed, overwhelmed by the intense feelings you had just experienced. The shadow of your coming still wandered over your body when he started fucking you again.
âOh yes, even wetter and more sensitive,â he said with satisfaction as he listened to your helpless moans. âDon't worry, we're just gettinâ started.â
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What awaits you in May?
Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur or being ultimate truth. You build your own life and destiny and only you know yourself best.
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Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.
Pile 1: At the beginning of the month, you may have an unforeseen situation, force majeure, which will change your plans, which were supposed to be implemented in may but because of this situation the implementation will either be postponed or you will change your decision and do it differently. As I see it, for the most part you planned these plans together with other people, your family or friends but someone could change their mind at the last moment and refuse to participate or a strong quarrel may arise with someone. Naturally, you will be nervous because of unforeseen circumstances, thoughts may arise "why not give it all up, give up this idea" but as the cards show, it is better not to abandon the implementation here but to look for an alternative, since in the end everything will turn out much better than you imagined!Â
Also, this month the chance to change jobs or occupation / try a new hobby will be quite high as you will receive a good offer from a company or employer with good working conditions and a good salary/ rate per hour. However, your current employers may stop you, because they are afraid of losing you, you are a valuable employee for them and this can create small problems when you are fired. Also, if you are in business, your sales will increase significantly this month, you can make profitable deals with someone, invest profitably in some business. If you are studying, then you will also succeed this month but it is important to make an effort here since you may have strict teachers who are very picky about the answers or you can write tests where one mistake can lead to the loss of many points, so be careful!Â
Also this month, there is a high chance to meet a new person who will later become a good friend for you or, if you are looking for a relationship, will become a good partner. As I see it, you will spend a lot of time with each other, you will get to know each other, create joint memories, in general, you will be very comfortable and good next to this person. If you are already in a relationship, then this month is a good opportunity to strengthen your bond or resolve problems between you, establish a relationship and get closer, spend time together. You can also spend a lot of time with your family this month, in particular with your siblings.
Pile 2: At the beginning of the month, your problem which lasted for a long time will be able to be solved, you will finally be able to find a way out of the situation and thanks to this you will feel so relieved, weight has finally fallen off your shoulders, you will have a slight feeling of freedom, you can feel so confident as if you won the most difficult competition and took the prize! It can be anything, getting rid of debts, solving psychological problems, solving financial problems, overcoming a crisis, resolving a conflict with people â in general, something that has been burdening you for a long time. You may also have felt depressed and tired lately, felt like your mood was sad most of the time, it might be difficult for you to enjoy some little things and your condition will improve significantly this month. Here, in general, the rough patch will end, luck and happiness will accompany you in your life!Â
I also see that this month you will have the opportunity to change something in your life that will help you feel better, here the emphasis is that you would like to get rid of the past, of the memories that burden you: you can change your appearance, your style,change of scenery and go somewhere for a while or move altogether, change your social circle, hobbies, change your job / occupation, change the interior of the apartment, you can add decor, you can discover new places in the city, find new people, you can also change inside yourself, change your views â anything can happen here that can improve your mood and well-being.Â
This month you will also make new plans, goals and work on their implementation, here I see that you will definitely succeed since this will be something very important to you, you will be burning with the idea and strive to achieve what you would like, probably this motivation came to you after improving your well-being and it's very cool! Here you can study something a lot, try to figure out a topic, consult with others, improve your skills, even if you start something new, you will be accompanied by success and luck!
Pile 3: This month you may feel tired from the oversaturation of events in your life, from an overabundance of emotions, from being with people often, and here I see you can feel how your social battery has "run out". You will distance yourself from people for a while, spend time alone or with only a small number of people but in any case you focus on yourself and taking care of yourself. You can take a vacation at work or take a break, spend time doing things that bring you pleasure that calm you down and do not strain you, you will pamper yourself here and do what you want. You can also get tired of the hustle and hustle and go to some quiet place for you, often visit your favorite places and âplaces of power" that fill you internally.Â
And although I said that you will spend most of your time alone with yourself, I also do not exclude that you will want to meet with your inner circle, your loved ones may also meet and offer to go on a trip to small towns, you can spend time outside the city but away from the hustle and bustle. And if you agree then this trip will also be able to fill you with internal resources, improve your well-being, you will feel how your fatigue gradually passes and your head is free of obsessive thoughts.Â
At the end of the month, a situation will occur that will take you out of your inner balance: it will be unexpected, you will be required to quickly resolve the situation or do something in the shortest possible time, make a choice and naturally this can infuriate you. This may be related to work, for example, your boss will require you to do something urgently, make changes to the work, it may also be related to the family, there will be a heated dispute between family members and you will have to take someone's side, since it is difficult to remain indifferent in this case. In any case, it won't last long, you will get a grip and quickly resolve the problems that have overtaken you so you shouldn't worry too much about it.
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The Idea of You (LN4)
2. The Idea of Worthiness
summary: in which lando decides to make it up for ghostin you
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WARNINGS: it's pretty much all angst. in-depth described anxiety attack, anxious behaviour/mannerisms, description of depression and suicidal ideation, loneliness
wc: 3k
âbut what if i can't do it?â
A/N: before anything else, i want to make it clear that my intention is NOT to trigger any kind of trauma in anyone with this. the reader has been warned of potential triggers. if you are going through some kind of psychological hardship, know that there are people who care and who worry <3 you are never 100% alone!
january 1st, 2024 â 3:30pm
you came home with a knot in your chest that seemed to tighten with every breath. the morning had been a blur, an awkward dance around landoâs mother as you searched for a polite excuse to leave.
of course you'd chosen the most simple and non-negotiable of lies: i need to spend some time with my relatives.
despite it being faintly true, you knew you'd spend the whole day with lando's family if the circumstances were different.
the night's words lingered in your mind as you walked out, wishing it could cover the truth: you couldnât bear the thought of facing lando after what had happenedâor rather, after what didnât happen.
now, the silence in your own home was suffocating. you slumped onto the couch, your mind replaying the scene on a loop: lando's words, lando's reassurance, the way his lips had bruised yours, the heat of his breath so close, his hands on you, his hands in you, his fingersâ magic, and then... you wake up alone.
now, you knew lando felt the same, you knew that things could work out, you knew just the intensity of your feelings for him. but you also knew he hadn't texted you back all day and, seemingly, nobody knew where he was.
as his closest friend, you knew that he'd only have left that way if something really bad had happened.
what you didn't know though, was how bad it felt for him.
it had been a long time since lando had received the diagnosis. after years of wondering what was wrong with him and why he felt such a void within himself, he'd been told he had depression.
what they say is that treatment is easier when you have the right diagnosis, but that doesn't erase the fact that some days were infinitely more difficult than othersâharder to get out of bed, harder to leave the house, to work, and singularly hard to live, specially because the latter is the last thing you want during a depressive episode.
he started going to therapy regularly when he was a minor, forced by his parents, but when he became an adult he leftâsaid that talking about how horrible he felt wouldn't help, it would only make him feel worse.
and then the episodes gradually became worse as his life improve. for example, before arriving in F1, he oftentimes found himself fighting against the urge to simply end it all: the pain, the suffering, the disruption, the constant failed attempt at a better day, his very life.
even though he never attempted it, lando was caught contemplating the possibility of the end; he used to wonder how people would react when they heard "lando norris died, suicide", what it would be like if he wasn't here anymore.
âsuch a kind soulâ
âsuch a beautiful boyâ
âsmart, funnyâ
âtalented guyâ
that's what people would say, in the best of cases.
in the worse of cases people wouldn't even notice he was gone.
well, following next to depression was anxiety.
landoâs anxiety was a constant undercurrent to his depression, feeding off it, amplifying it, tangling him further in a web of self-doubt. it was always there, an invisible weight pressing down, but some days it grew loud enough to silence every other part of him, like a swarm of thoughts buzzing incessantly, trapping him in a looping worry about everything and nothing all at once.
it started with racingâthe very thing he loved was also the source of his most unrelenting fears. despite his undeniable talent and the acclaim heâd earned, the worry always crept in: what if i mess up? what if iâm not good enough? what if itâs all just a fluke, and one day everyone realizes iâm a fraud?
he dreaded that moment when the lights turned green, not because of the physical danger but because of the psychological tollâthat split-second when any mistake, any misstep, could spiral out into a visible, unforgivable failure.
even beyond racing, the anxiety spilled into every facet of his life. he overthought every message he sent, every interaction, analyzing them for any hint of rejection, any confirmation of his worst fears. if he didnât receive a response right away, his mind spun stories, convincing him heâd somehow upset the person or made a fool of himself.
and now, with you, it was worse. his feelings were tangled with worry and doubt; he feared youâd eventually see through his flaws, his bad days, his cracks, and walk away. the closeness youâd shared the night before terrified him. he wanted you desperately, yet that desire to let you in also exposed him to his greatest fear: that he would scare you away merely by the fact that he existed.
this anxiety could sometimes send him into a state of paralysis, leaving him unable to reach out, unable to bridge the gap even when he wanted nothing more than to feel your presence, to hear your voice. today was one of those daysâthe aftermath of a moment so perfect, so vulnerable, that his mind filled with a thousand worries. he couldnât bring himself to message you, to even show you the rawness of his internal struggle. instead, he withdrew, waiting for the fog to clear enough for him to reach for you again.
but you had tried.
you: lando hey
you: i'm worried abt u
you: text me whenever u get the chance pls
you: i'm right here if you wanna talkâ
there were another 20 texts of kindred nature from you in his phoneâyou spent the afternoon rewinding what had happened, wondering if there were any signs that he would do something to himself or⌠the devil god knows what.
you had barely moved or done anything at all since you had gotten home because lando still hadnât texted back, and the worry in your chest was growing impossible to ignore.
youâd known him for yearsâlong enough to see the shadows he kept hidden behind his easy smile. he had always brushed off the subject, deflecting it with humor or quick changes in conversation. but today, his silence was colder, sharper, more unsettling than usual.
hours had passed since you last saw him, and finally, you gave in and sent him a message, trying not to let the desperation seep through.
you: lando, i hope youâre alright. let me know when youâre home safe, ok?
the message delivered, but no âreadâ receipt appeared. your heart sank, and as you stared at the screen, scenarios spun wildly in your mind.
lando was good at hiding. he knew how to pour himself into everything and everyone else, keeping busy, laughing, entertainingâuntil he couldnât. when the episodes came, he retreated so far into himself that it was like trying to find someone in a pitch-black room.
you tried calling him. the line rang and rang, finally going to voicemail. your voice was barely a whisper as you left a message.
âlando⌠if you see this, please just⌠come home. or let me know youâre okay. iâm here, alright? no matter what, iâm here.â
when the call ended, the silence in your apartment felt just as cold as his void.
â
unbeknownst to you, he was okay.
at least that's what he said to max when he called saying cisca was worried about him. and thats what he said when he called his mom.
âiâm okay.â
but he knew there was nothing okay with him right now.
far away, in his silent retreat, a wave of coldness washed over him, and his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. that feeling in his chest was known: he was panicking.
it felt like the walls were closing in, a vice squeezing his chest tighter with every passing second. his hands trembled, fingers twitching as if searching for something to anchor him, to ground him in reality. he fought to keep his breathing steady, but the more he tried, the more elusive calm became. memories of your kiss haunted himâboth a balm and a wound. how could something so beautiful leave him feeling so lost?
what if iâm not enough for her? he thought
a tight knot of fear formed in his stomach, mingling with the ache of longing. was he really ready for this? for you? for love? the questions spiraled, colliding with the weight of his own expectations and the pressure of his career. he couldnât shake the sense that he was on the brink of something monumental, yet all he felt was the crushing weight of uncertainty.
the doubt crept in, fueled by echoes of his past, whispers of inadequacy that had followed him through the years. he recalled the stinging memories of being told he wasnât good enough, of moments when his efforts felt like they never quite measured up. every trophy heâd won and every incredible milestone he had achieved done little to silence those voices. instead, they morphed into an insidious belief that no matter how hard he tried, he would always be a step behind, always falling short.
what if she hates me?
with you, the stakes felt impossibly high. what if he couldnât be the partner you deserved? what if the pressure of the spotlight overwhelmed him and drove you away? those thoughts twisted in his gut, feeding the anxiety that swelled within him. he imagined you in a world where he wasnât there, finding someone who could offer you the stability and unwavering support he feared he lacked. the very thought crushed him, deepening the ache in his chest, as it reminded him of all the times he had to fight for validation, only to come up empty-handed.
he was scared of what loving you meant, terrified of failing you, terrified of failing himself. the weight of it all felt unbearable, a heavy blanket of dread that threatened to suffocate him.
what if i fail her?
lando was too scared, too anxious. with every breath, his lungs ached, and with every tear that gathered in his eyes, he felt weaker. it was as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice, the ground crumbling beneath him, and the vast unknown loomed belowâa place filled with possibilities but also with the risk of falling into darkness. he clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, trying to ground himself as the rising tide of emotions threatened to pull him under.
every heartbeat felt like a reminder of his vulnerability, a painful pulse that echoed the uncertainty gnawing at his core. he couldnât shake the feeling that he was teetering on the edge of something profound, yet all he could focus on was the suffocating fear of not being enough. the love he felt for you, so pure and intoxicating, was also a heavy burden, weighed down by his past failures and fears. the thought of letting you down, of not living up to the promise of what could be, sent chills racing down his spine.
she's too perfect, i'm a mess
as tears spilled over and streamed down his cheeks, he felt a mix of shame and desperation. lando had always prided himself on being strong, on facing challenges head-on, yet here he wasâvulnerable and exposed, battling an internal storm that felt relentless. the very act of loving you felt like a gamble, one that he wasn't sure he was ready to take. would he be brave enough to step forward, to embrace the chaos of his heart, or would he retreat back into the safety of his own fears?
with every sob that escaped him, the overwhelming tide of emotion pulled him deeper, and he struggled to keep his head above water. the thought of calling you, of reaching out for the connection he craved, felt both necessary and terrifying. what if you saw him like thisâraw, broken, and afraid? what if he could never find the words to explain what he felt, or worse, what if you saw him as nothing more than a disappointment?
what if she saw me for who i truly am?
taking a shaky breath, he reached for his phone thrown on the couch, sitting on it. his hands were still trembling as he dialed the only person, besides you, who he knew wouldn't judge, but understand him.
âhey, mate, how you doing?â max fewtrell greeted him with his usual easy grin, only for the smile to falter the second he took in landoâs state: tears streaked his face, his eyes swollen and red, his nose and cheeks raw from wiping at them. his lips, split and bloodied, told the story of how heâd been biting them all day. landoâs breath hitched in his throat, his words barely making it out.
âhey⌠mate, iââ he tried, but the lump in his throat choked him. lando couldnât even speak.
âlando, what happened?â max said, his voice low and steady, concern etched across his face.
âi think i⌠i fucked things up with Y/N,â lando's voice cracked, desperation pouring from him as if his world was unraveling right there in front of max.
the sight in front of max sent a chill through his spine. lando's looks, disheveled, like heâd been pulling at it in frustration all day. his bright green eyes were dulled, sunken and rimmed with red. the bags beneath them were dark, a stark contrast against his pale skin. his hands trembled on his knees, unable to steady themselves. his chest heaved, like the panic was consuming him from the inside, leaving only a fragile shell of the person max had known for years.
lando wiped at his face, the back of his hand coming away wet. he shook his head, sinking deeper into the couch.
âwe kissed, we slept together and i pushed her away, max. iâi couldâve stayed. i couldâveââ his breath caught again, ragged and uneven. âbut i left with no explanation. i went up and left her there, max⌠iâm so stupid.â he cried out.
landoâs breath hitched, and he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears, but it was no use. his shoulders shook, and a sob escaped him, raw and unfiltered. he hadnât felt this way in a long timeâlike he was too broken to be loved.
"max, iâm a mess," he whispered, his voice cracking. "i couldnât stay, i couldnât even look at her this morning because⌠because she deserves better. i mean, look at me," he gestured to himself, his hands trembling. âiâm fucked up, max. i couldnât even say the words, couldnât even be honest. how can i be with her when i donât even know whatâs going on in my own head?â
maxâs brows furrowed, his face softening as he listened. lando looked like he was spiraling, and it hurt max to see his best friend like thisâfeeling like he didnât deserve something good because he was caught in his own storm.
âlando, mate,â max started, carefully choosing his words, âyouâre not as messed up as you think you are. yeah, youâve got stuff going on, but that doesnât mean you donât deserve her, or that you donât deserve to be happy. and running away from her because you think youâre too broken for her⌠thatâs not the answer.â
lando shook his head, wiping at his eyes, his voice trembling as he spoke. âbut i am broken, max. i donât even know how to deal with my own shit, let alone someone elseâs. sheâs this⌠this amazing person, and iâm just⌠iâm just me. she deserves someone who has it all figured out, not someone whoâs going to bolt the second things get real.â
max let out a breath, leaning forward a bit. âno one has it all figured out, lando. not me, not her, not anyone. sheâs not expecting you to be perfect, sheâs expecting you to be real with her. thatâs all. and yeah, maybe youâre not in the best place right now, but you canât let that be the reason you push her away.â
lando let the words sink in, but it didnât ease the heaviness inside him. âi left because i thought⌠i thought iâd hurt her more by staying. i didnât want her to see me like this. i didnât want her to see how much of a mess i am.â
âbut by leaving, you hurt her anyway,â max said gently. âbecause she cares about you. and if you care about her too, youâve got to let her in, even if itâs messy, even if you donât have all the answers. itâs okay to not have everything together, lando. itâs okay to be scared. but you canât run from this.â
lando swallowed hard, staring at the floor, his fingers gripping the edge of the couch until his knuckles turned white. max was right. he had runârun because he didnât think he was good enough, run because the idea of her seeing all his cracks terrified him.
âbut what if i canât do it? what if i let her down again?â landoâs voice was barely audible now, thick with doubt.
maxâs expression softened even more. âthen you figure it out, together. but youâve got to give her the chance to make that choice. donât decide for her that youâre not good enough. let her in. let her see you, even the parts youâre scared to show. thatâs how you build something real.â
landoâs breath came in short, shallow bursts, his heart pounding in his chest. the thought of opening up like thatâto be fully seen, in all his messiness, all his vulnerabilityâscared him more than any race ever had. but the thought of losing Y/N, of pushing her away because of his own fear⌠that scared him even more.
âyeah, sure,â lando whispered, his voice hoarse. âi need to talk to her. i need to fix this.â
max smiled softly, relief flickering in his eyes. âyeah, mate. you do.â
after bidding his best friend farewell, lando sat and tried to calm himself down by pressing his fingers with exposed raw flesh due to the fact he had gnawed at his own hands out of anxiety. he had to come up with something to make it up to you. he needed to.
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