#sp marcus

[alister312]

Minor Character March Madness: Round 1

After voting, please consider reblogging to root for your fave! Official post with match ups can be found here.

[avidgreengoblin]

I don't have much rn but I do have 2 requests so I'll be doing those soon

This is all I got 💀

Also maybe expect more art of Marcus, I need to draw him more

[thiemrossi]

INDYCAR 101 PART 1 THE BASICS: a 2023 guide to indycar by @thiemrossi

hi, hello, happy race week! If you want to start watching indycar this season but don't know where to start, this is for you. I couldn't cover everything, so I tried to focus on the drivers because there are so many unrecognized great personalities in indycar. If you have questions about anything on here or other stuff I didn't mention, feel free to ask me, I'm happy to help! This will also be multiple parts, so I'll link them all below

The image quality here is not great, so for the best quality view the entire presentation here

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

[southparkteenconfessions]

“Ash wants a beard and mustache but he struggles growing them so he just has that pathetic mustache”

Real

[sexysilverstrider]

alright gonna take a break because once i start the elite four im not gonna save till i reach N anyways! look at my team

[vicstenius]

UR BLOG THEME IS SO CUTE !!! <3

THANKS BABES x

[blackstarlineage]

To Black People Who Deny or Reject Their African Ancestry

If you deny or reject your African ancestry while claiming Blackness, you are living in contradiction. Black identity is inextricably tied to Africa—the root of our existence, history, and culture. To reject Africa is to reject yourself, your people, and the foundation of our collective identity. If you do not see yourself as part of the African diaspora, then you have no business speaking on Black issues or involving yourself in Black spaces. You are not needed in the fight for Black liberation, as your mindset weakens the very foundation of our unity and collective progress.

Black Identity is Inseparable from African Heritage

You can not claim to be Black while divorcing yourself from Africa. Our struggles, culture, and resilience stem from the continent, and it is the unifying thread that ties the global Black community together. As Marcus Garvey said, “A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots.” If you deny your African ancestry, you sever these roots, rendering yourself disconnected and irrelevant to Black liberation.

Blackness is inherently African. If you reject this fact, you are not needed in spaces where pride in our roots is essential for collective liberation.

Denying Africa is a manifestation of Self-Hate

To reject your African ancestry reveals a deep internalized self-hate, a byproduct of colonialism and white supremacy. For centuries, we were taught to see Africa as inferior, primitive, and something to be ashamed of. When you reject Africa, you validate these racist ideologies and perpetuate the erasure of our collective dignity.

As Garvey said, “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds.” Denying Africa shows that you remain mentally enslaved, unable to appreciate the beauty and resilience of your origins. Self-hate has no place in a movement that requires pride, unity, and strength. You are not needed if you are unable or unwilling to overcome this.

Your Trauma Does Not Excuse Betrayal

The transatlantic slave trade, colonialism, and systemic racism inflicted generational trauma that disconnected us from Africa. But rejecting Africa is not the answer. Instead, it is betrayal.

Our ancestors fought, resisted, and survived so that we could reclaim our identity and dignity. Your rejection dishonors their sacrifices and perpetuates the disconnection they worked so hard to overcome. If you can not confront this trauma and begin the process of healing, then you are not needed in the fight for Black liberation. This fight requires strength and a willingness to face the truth.

You Undermine Pan-African Unity

Garveyism centred on Pan-Africanism: the unification of all African-descended people for collective liberation. Rejecting Africa weakens this unity and plays into the hands of colonial systems that sought to divide us.

As Garvey taught, “The greatest weapon used against the Negro is disorganization.” Unity is our strength, and rejecting Africa creates division that our enemies exploit. You are not needed in Black spaces if your mindset contributes to disunity and fragmentation.

You Are Perpetuating White Supremacy

Denying your African ancestry aligns you with the same white supremacist systems that dehumanize our people. Colonialism and slavery aimed to strip us of our connection to Africa to control and exploit us. When you reject Africa, you continue their mission.

Garvey urged us to reclaim Africa with pride, declaring, “The Black skin is not a badge of shame, but rather a glorious symbol of national greatness.” By denying Africa, you aid in the erasure of this greatness. Black liberation does not need those who side, consciously or unconsciously, with white supremacy.

You Have No Place in Black Spaces

Black liberation is rooted in the acknowledgement of our shared struggles, history, and future as African people. If you deny this, your presence in Black spaces is counterproductive. You can not fight for the advancement of a people whose identity you reject.

Garveyite philosophy teaches that Black spaces must be built on unity, pride, and a shared commitment to progress. If you reject your African roots, you are not welcome in these spaces. Your denial undermines the collective mission, and you are not needed to advance a cause you do not fully believe in.

Africa is the foundation of Black Liberation

Africa is not just a part of our history—it is our future. The continent represents the cultural, spiritual, and economic foundation for Black empowerment. Garvey envisioned Africa as a central part of Black liberation, declaring, “Africa for the Africans, at home and abroad.”

If you reject this vision, you exclude yourself from the struggle for Black freedom. You are not needed because the movement requires individuals who see Africa as their foundation, not as something to reject or ignore.

Your Denial Harms Future Generations

By rejecting Africa, you perpetuate a legacy of disconnection and shame that will harm future generations. You rob them of the pride, strength, and knowledge that comes from understanding their origins.

Garvey believed in building for the future: “The ends you serve that are selfish will take you no further than yourself, but the ends you serve for all, in common, will take you into eternity.” If you cannot embrace your African roots, you are contributing to the erasure of our identity and legacy, and future generations can not afford this harm.

Conclusion: You Are Not Needed or Wanted

To Black people who deny or reject their African ancestry: your denial reveals self-hate, trauma, and internalized oppression. It weakens our unity, undermines our liberation, and aligns you with white supremacy. Black liberation requires voices that are unapologetically rooted in Africa, grounded in pride, and committed to unity.

If you reject Africa, you are not needed or wanted in this fight. The liberation of Black people depends on those who embrace their roots, celebrate their identity, and work collectively for progress. As Garvey said, “Up, you mighty race, you can accomplish what you will.” But this vision does not include those who reject their roots and fracture our unity.

Africa is our past, present, and future. If you can not accept this truth, you are not welcome, and you are not needed in the fight for Black liberation.

[rei-comfort-zone]

SP teen fanart is drop ! ! 😻 Marcus/Ash ! !

(I don't remember how y'all named him)

I loved drawing this idiot ! ! !

Looks like a emo wannabe

[zapreportsblog]

Request for female reader poly volturi.

Im sorry if this is long but the idea popped into my head and I just need to get it out.

She’s the mate of the three kings. She’s becomes a target from another coven that wants to take down the volturi. They managed to kidnap her and all hell breaks loose the volturi immediately act. She’s held prisoner in the covens hideout but she make an uno reverse on them because she’s has the ability to create and control fire she’s had this ability all her life but kept it. A secret from everyone is hard to control for her and her ability is triggered by emotion. She sorta let the coven take her so she could flambéed them and help her mates in the process even thoguht she’s human and was terrified there was no way she was going to let them use her to take down her lovers.😤 so the place was held prisoner explodes and when the volturi get there the captures are on fire and running for their live only to be finished off by pissed off volturi kings.

Needless to say they are shook when they see the place in flames and her just walking out blue like flame surroingg her like halo and your hung the assholes who tried it. Her mates : reactions:👁️👄👁️

The guard:👁️👄👁️

So the kidnappers are taken care of (killed and finished off since they where already burning)

After they all go back home she has some explaining to do. She’s explains how she always had this ability but was scared of telling them because it’s hard for her to control and it sorta drains her energy which is why she sorta fainted afte setting everything on fire but she did it for them and because she was pissed off. She also didn’t know if she would hurt them but she found out that her powers are also controlled by her Will so if she want to harm her powers would do that of not they don’t. She shows them this by by touching them with her hands having flames but it’s not hurting them which makes her happy because she thought that would be impossible for her to have physical contact with them( hug ,kiss etc) turns out she can do that without worrying.

Hugs and kisses they are just happy she’s safe and proud of her 😊 relieved that their mate is ok but not gonna lie they where so scared of losing her 🥹 some ptsd might have happened poor Marcus would have been sweating if he was human . Shook all of them where after these events.

Sorry if this is long btw😂😅

Not a problem at all, i believe it’s you who’s sending in these long requests but I don’t mind, you’re being detailed which is great :)

↳ target on my back ↲

➘ summary : You should know better than to mess with what belongs to the volturi

➘ aro x reader x caius x marcus, volturi kings x reader, twilight x reader

The ancient halls of the Volturi castle echoed with the weight of history as (y/n) moved gracefully through its grand corridors. She was no ordinary vampire; she was the mate of the three Volturi kings: Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Her beauty was as captivating as her power, and her presence commanded respect from those within the castle's walls.

Today, (y/n) was perusing the extensive library, her fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound volumes. As she immersed herself in the knowledge within, a sense of tranquility settled over her. The bond between her and the Volturi kings was unbreakable, forged through centuries of loyalty and devotion.

However, that very bond also made her a target.

Rumors had been swirling about a rival coven, the Romans, who harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Volturi. They sought to take down the Volturi and establish their dominion over the vampire world. (y/n)'s unique position as the mate of the kings made her a valuable pawn in their dangerous game.

As the sun set and twilight painted the sky, (y/n) felt the presence of the Volturi kings drawing near. Aro, with his piercing crimson eyes and enigmatic smile, approached first.

"(y/n), my dear, I trust the library has provided you with some solace?" Aro's voice held a melodic quality as he spoke.

She smiled, her gaze meeting his. "Indeed, Aro. The knowledge contained within these walls is a treasure."

Caius, with his regal bearing and cold demeanor, joined them. "The Romans have grown bolder, (y/n). We must remain vigilant."

"Agreed," Marcus added, his gaze distant and mournful. "They will stop at nothing to tear down what we have built."

Aro's fingers lightly brushed (y/n)'s arm, his gaze intense. "They are aware of your significance to us, (y/n). You must take extra precautions."

(y/n) nodded, her expression determined. "I understand. I won't underestimate the danger they pose."

Days turned into nights, and (y/n) continued to live under the watchful eyes of the Volturi. She trained rigorously, honing her already formidable abilities to new heights. She knew that the Romans would strike when they perceived weakness, and she was determined not to give them that opportunity.

As she patrolled the castle walls one night, a chilling breeze swept through the air, sending a shiver down her spine. Her instincts kicked in, and she turned to face a group of menacing figures emerging from the shadows.

It was the Romans.

Their leader, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward. "Ah, (y/n), it seems you've been well-protected by the Volturi."

(y/n) stood her ground, her voice unwavering. "I won't be swayed by your threats."

The Roman leader chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You underestimate our resolve, (y/n). Your connection to the Volturi is your weakness, and it will be your downfall."

The chilling night air hung heavy with tension as the Volturi gathered in the grand hall of their castle. News had reached them that (y/n), their mate and a crucial member of their coven, had been kidnapped by the Romans. The three kings exchanged grim looks, their expressions mirroring their shared concern.

"We must act swiftly," Aro declared, his voice carrying an edge of urgency. "The Romans have shown their hand, and they will not hesitate to use (y/n) against us."

Caius's eyes glittered with fury. "We will crush them and retrieve our mate."

Marcus, usually reserved, nodded in agreement. "We cannot afford to wait. Let us strike immediately."

As dawn approached, the Volturi assembled their forces and prepared to confront the Romans. Their resolve was unwavering, and the power they wielded was unlike any other in the vampire world.

Meanwhile, (y/n) found herself in a dimly lit chamber, the cold stone walls a stark reminder of her captivity. The Romans had used her own power against her, exploiting her vulnerability to fire by rendering her unconscious. As she slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings came into focus, and her heart raced with a mixture of anger and determination.

It was time to turn the tables.

Summoning her latent power, (y/n) focused her energy, creating a small flame in the palm of her hand. As the fire danced, she concentrated on her surroundings, igniting the edges of the ropes that bound her. The flames spread quickly, and within moments, the ropes were reduced to ashes.

With her hands free, (y/n) stood, her eyes blazing with intensity. She extended her power, flames licking across the walls of her prison. Panic spread through the Roman vampires as they realized the danger they were in. The fire roared to life, illuminating the chamber with an eerie glow.

"(y/n)!" the Roman leader shouted, his voice laced with desperation. "Stop this madness!"

She fixed him with a steely gaze. "You underestimated me. You may have taken me captive, but that’s only because I wanted you to. You may think you can control me, and those around me but I know one thing you can’t control.”

“And that is my power."

As the flames continued to rage, (y/n) moved with confidence, using her fire manipulation to keep the Romans at bay. She fought with a fierce determination, knowing that her ability was her greatest weapon.

Outside, the Volturi arrived at the Roman hideout, their presence like a storm descending upon the coven. The clash of powers and the chaos of battle echoed through the night as the two powerful factions collided.

Inside the chamber, (y/n) felt the familiar energy of the Volturi's arrival. She channeled her fire, creating a pathway through the walls. As the flames surged, she burst through the stone, emerging from the chamber in a blaze of fire and fury.

The Volturi fought with unmatched strength, their combined power a force to be reckoned with. Aro's crimson eyes blazed, Caius's wrath was unleashed, and Marcus's mournful gaze carried a weight of centuries.

Seeing their mate free and fighting alongside them only fueled their determination. The battle raged on, and (y/n) unleashed her fire against the Romans, their defenses crumbling in the face of her power.

In the midst of the chaos, (y/n) stood alongside the Volturi kings, her flames casting an ethereal light. The Romans were defeated, their plot shattered, and the Volturi's legacy remained intact.

And all remaining members were finished off by the kings themselves.

As the last embers of the battle flickered and faded, the Volturi kings and (y/n) stood amidst the aftermath of their victory. The scent of smoke lingered in the air, and the remnants of the Roman coven lay defeated around them. The bond that held the Volturi family together was stronger than ever.

Aro, his eyes alight with curiosity, approached (y/n) as she emerged from the dissipating flames. He regarded her with a mixture of intrigue and wonder. "My dear, I couldn't help but notice the way the flames danced around you. It was as if you were surrounded by a halo of fire."

Caius nodded in agreement, his stern expression giving way to genuine interest. "Indeed, your power over fire is remarkable."

(y/n) met their gazes, her own filled with a mix of emotions. She took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I've always had these abilities, even before I became a vampire."

Marcus's voice, usually soft-spoken, held a touch of surprise. "You've had this power all along?"

She nodded, her gaze steady. "Yes, I've been able to create and control fire since I was a child. But I never saw fit to tell anyone. I didn't want my abilities to overshadow my role as your mate."

Aro's smile was genuine, his eyes reflecting a newfound appreciation. "My dear, you needn't have hidden such a remarkable gift. Your power is a testament to your strength and uniqueness."

Caius's lips curved into a rare smile, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness. "You've kept quite the secret, (y/n)."

She smiled back, her heart warming at their reactions. "I wanted to prove my worth through loyalty and action, rather than relying solely on my abilities."

Marcus's gaze held a sense of understanding. "And prove yourself you have."

As the realization sank in, (y/n) felt a weight lift from her shoulders. The Volturi kings accepted her not just for her bond to them, but for who she truly was. Her power was a part of her identity, and it was something she no longer needed to hide.

Aro's voice held a note of excitement. "Your power over fire will only enhance our family's strength. With your abilities, we are an unstoppable force."

Caius nodded, his tone resolute. "We will face any challenges that come our way, together."

Standing amidst the remnants of the battle, the Volturi kings and (y/n) looked to the horizon, their unity unbreakable. The flames that had once been her secret were now a symbol of her strength, their glow illuminating the path forward. As the night gave way to a new day, the legacy of the Volturi burned brighter than ever before.

As the Volturi kings and (y/n) discussed her newfound revelation of fire manipulation, the guards stood in the background, their expressions a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Among them, Felix couldn't hold back his incredulous thoughts any longer.

His deep voice cut through the moment, and he spoke with a mixture of sarcasm and mock concern. "So, no one's going to talk about the fact that her powers are literal fire? Vampires fear fire, and she can literally burn us to dust and ash if she so feels like it."

A brief, awkward silence fell upon the group. Aro, Caius, and Marcus exchanged glances, their expressions a blend of amusement and understanding. (y/n) looked at them, her lips twitching as she fought to suppress a smile.

Aro finally spoke, his tone light yet carrying an air of assurance. "Felix, my dear guard, you bring up a valid point. However, I believe we can all trust (y/n)'s discretion in how she wields her power."

Caius's dry humor made an appearance as he added, "Indeed, I would prefer not to be turned to ash, should I accidentally upset her."

Marcus's gaze held a hint of mischief. "I suppose that's a mutual sentiment."

Felix blinked, caught off guard by the lack of surprise or panic in their responses. "Oh. Okay, then. I see how it is."

(y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at Felix's reaction. She stepped forward, her tone light. "Don't worry, Felix. I promise not to burn you to ash."

Felix raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "Appreciate that, (y/n). It's good to know our safety is a priority."

As the tension eased and laughter echoed through the hall, the Volturi guards and the kings shared a moment of camaraderie. (y/n)'s newfound ability had brought an unexpected twist to their dynamic, but they embraced it with the same unity that defined their coven.

Amidst the laughter and shared understanding, (y/n) felt a sense of belonging stronger than ever. Her fire was no longer a secret, but a source of strength that bound her even closer to the Volturi family. As the night gave way to the dawn, they stood together, ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold, fire and all.

[httpiastri]

devil in disguise – cn21

clement got into a fight.

genre: angsty??

pairing: female reader x boyfriend!clement novalak

warnings: mentions of blood, alcohol, fighting. basically describing an anxiety/panic attack so stay away if that might trigger you!

requested?: no

author's note: two pieces of writing in one day? who am i??? 😵 jk jk, this has just been sitting in my drafts for so long (since halloween-) and i just got tired of not posting it, so i just wrote an ending and here we are. welp. not super happy with this one, esp not the end, and im not sure how accurately i described the panic/anxiety (like. i just experience, i don't remember it after it happens. 😐), but i hope u enjoy!!

f2/f3 masterlist

"i can't believe you, clem."

the anger is still bubbling inside of you, yet your actions tell a different story. you've got one of his hands in yours, pressing an ice pack against the back of it gently to hopefully stop some of the swelling and bleeding.

"hey, baby-"

"no, don't you 'baby' me right now. bloody hell, what were you thinking?!"

to say that clement's halloween party had been a failure would be an understatement. you aren't exactly an avid party-goer, most often preferring to stay at home with a good book or a favorite show playing on the tv. in fact, you couldn't even recall when you last attended a party before this one. but, knowing that you're a big fan of halloween, clement invited you to his theme party. your boyfriend had promised to stay by your side and make sure you were comfortable, knowing how you sometimes get intimidated by large crowds, and it all went smoothly for most of the night. until it didn't anymore.

it all happened so quickly. one moment, there was a hand on your waist – one you assumed belonged to your boyfriend – and you leaned into his touch. the next, the hand was ripped off you and you spun around to see what was going on. and then, all you could see was clement's fist flying towards the stranger's face.

silence washed over the apartment momentarily, only to soon be shattered as screams and the thuds of fists against skin consumed the room.

but to you, it all went quiet. it felt like the world slowed down, and you were stuck watching as your boyfriend punched some dude you'd never seen before. you couldn't move, frozen in place as more people started getting involved, pulling the two apart or throwing punches of their own.

you felt yet another hand land on your shoulder, but this time it belonged to marcus. he pulled you back, away from the commotion, tucking your face into his chest to hide you from the ongoing fight. your lungs felt tight, your vision growing blurry.

the crowd scattered moments later, everyone but clement's closest friends leaving hurriedly. marcus guided you to the bedroom, ensuring that you weren't panicking completely before going out again to help out.

your relationship with clement is still relatively new, and you're both experimenting to find your dynamics and get to know each other. you know that you have a lot to learn about him – you just never thought that this was what was hiding behind his cheerful exterior.

clement's apartment is completely empty by now, with scattered plastic cups filling the floor and the pop music turned off. you make it out of his room once you know the coast is clear, tiptoeing into the living room to find him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. his knuckles are still bleeding, just like a few bruises on his face.

"i wasn't thinking, i guess," he mumbles, eyes strictly focused down on his lap. he leans back slightly against the couch cushions. "i know you're too innocent for these kinds of things... i shouldn't have told you to come here in the first place."

you shake your head lightly, removing the ice pack and instead reaching for the box of wound cleansing wipes you'd gotten from his bathroom. "it's my own fault for asking if i could come."

clement smiles as he looks at you. he's come to learn how soft-spoken, shy, and timid you are; how you have a way of calming those around you. it's one of the many things making him fall for you. he's never been with anyone like you before, and it's different in such a refreshing way. "don't be sorry," he hums. "you had no idea what was going to happen."

"does this happen often?" you ask, beginning to rub a wipe against the bruises on his knuckles. "do you get into a lot of fights at parties?"

he pauses for a moment. "well... stuff like this does happen at times." he sighs. "i know it's bad, but... sometimes, you can't control it. i'm just sorry you got caught in the middle of it." your wipe is quickly filled up with dried blood and other dirt, and when you bend over to the couch table to put it away, clement's free hand reaches your hip. his gaze is on you when you lean back, his hand giving you a quick squeeze as a slight grin makes its way onto his lips. "do you find it attractive?" he raises his eyebrows teasingly. "having a guy who knows how to throw a punch?"

"honestly?" your eyes meet his for a quick moment before you stare at his wounded hand again. your voice is lower than before when you start speaking again. "you're... it's a bit... scary..."

clement is shocked. he hasn't realized the effect this has on you – surely, he understands that you could be afraid of a fight, but being scared of him? it breaks his heart. the novelty of your relationship makes him a bit unsure of how to act around you, but he's worked so hard to build up your trust and to make you feel comfortable around him. to have it all be broken down in just one night makes his heart drop.

"oh, love..." he says. "you have nothing to fear. you mean too much to me," his hand moves from your hip to your cheek. "and i would never ever lay a finger on you."

you can't find it in yourself to look at him or say anything, but you manage to nod your head and take a breath before you start cleaning his hand again. he leans forward to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, your skin heating up where his lips had touched you. he smiles at you – until he looks down at your hands again.

"hey, you're shaking." a frown reaches his face, eyes flickering up and down between your hands and your face.

"oh, i am?" you ask, trying to focus on continuing to wipe his knuckles so you don't have to think too much about your feelings and the reality of the situation. "i didn't realize..."

"darling, you need to relax. it's been a long night." his hands wrap around yours, thumbs grazing over the skin of the back of your hands. "you don't need to clean my hands, i'll be fine."

"but-"

"no buts. i'm sorry for..." he stops for a moment, eyes studying you closely. "hey hey hey, you need to breathe properly. take a deep breath."

you hear his words, but you can't do what he tells you to do. your throat feels like it's closing up and your breaths get shorter as your head grows dizzy. it's all a downward spiral; your anxiety increases when you can't breathe, and breathing gets even more challenging as you get more stressed.

clement almost panics himself when he sees your state, but he must stay calm for you at this moment. he places a hand right below your collarbone while you shut your eyes. "big breaths, lift my hand," he says, voice low and tone soothing. his other hand reaches for the back of your neck, tilting your head back slightly to free your airways.

you concentrate on his touch, your short breaths through your nose only making your chest rise slightly. his thumb strokes the side of your neck as he breathes with you, demonstrating and guiding you in the hope you'll copy him.

"good girl," he whispers. his hand lifts and lowers with your breaths, quickly at first but the speed decreases as you calm down bit for bit. "you're doing so good. just a little more now..."

your thoughts are still clouded with anxiety but as more oxygen enters your system, your body relaxes a little. you focus on your breathing as clement's hand leaves your chest and moves down to your side again, moving up and down your ribs. the tears have been rolling down your cheeks for a while, though you haven't noticed until now, and the coldness of the tears brings you back to reality somehow, and you realize;

you're crying in front of clement for the first time ever.

you feel so exposed, naked, vulnerable. sobs begin to escape past your lips once you lean forward to hide your face in the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you. "hey, it's okay," he starts. "everything is going to be okay. i'm here."

he presses a soft peck to your temple as a hand strokes the back of your head. your hair is still bundled up in your fancy hairdo but the halo headband you'd worn for the party is removed, the rest of your cute little white outfit covered up by the oversized hoodie you'd picked up from clement's bedroom floor. his devil's horns, ironic, are a bit crooked but still clipped to his locks.

"sweets, what happened here?" he asks, shuffling around to pull you onto his lap so that it's easier for you to hug him.

your head is still buried in his skin, his mild scent soothing as you sniffle. "i- i-" you groan at the way you aren't able to get any proper words out, the frustration blending with the panic and mixing into one big soup of despair. "i don't know-"

he rubs up and down your back, sighing. "okay, we don't need to talk about this right now. but," clement leans back slightly, taking your face into his hands and tilting your head up towards his. "if my fighting affects you like this, i'll stop it." his eyes are staring straight into your soul, and it feels like he's trying to prove that he really means his words. "you're the most important thing for me right now, i'm not going to lose you over something like this."

clement is shocked by not only his own words, but also his feelings. the two of you haven't been a couple for a long time, and yet, his heart aches at the mere thought of you ever feeling this bad again. he knows he can't let this happen again.

"i promise you that. okay?"

you nod, unable to get any words out, but it's more than enough for clement. he gives your forehead a kiss, and one on your nose, and one on both of your cheeks. then, he makes sure to press a quick one to your mouth so it doesn't feel jealous.

"how about this," he starts and you raise your eyebrows. "i go make us some tea, we drink it, and then we go get some sleep. how does that sound?"

"perfect."

he picks you up and puts you down on the sofa, tucking you in with a blanket before giving you one last peck and disappearing into the kitchen. you can hear his soft humming of a song you'd danced to earlier today, and you relax into the soft cushions.

clement's awareness of his actions, along with his promise to get better, makes a sense of calm wash over you; you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out alright after all.

[esthercouldntlether]

Some of my hcs for the foreign kids (includes the cotswolds twins and Gary Harrison) except its prob ooc. And VERY messy.

HCS FOR EVERYONE (in my au. Includes other kid characters that arent mentioned, like craigs gang and the main 4 and other ppl im too lazy to put): they are all 14

Pip:

Has a tooth-gap (bc i love characters with tooth gaps)

hates hates HATES Christophe

people mistake him for a girl (and hes very mad bc of that).

Plays roblox

Estella:

Turned lesbian after realizing Pip was a twink (and also after going on pinterest and searching up 'girls')

honestly i dont have any hcs for her 😭.

Gregory:

Dislikes bananas (ifykyk)

Straightened his hair SO much it wasnt curly anymore

Never had a 'girls have cooties!' Phase. Because hes a TWINK (i think i forgot to put gregstophe in my sp ships in my introduction post, oops.).

Christophe:

Has a giraffe shrine

Spends all his pocket money on vbucks and vapes/j (he spends them on giraffe-related things)

Hates pip too for no reason

He treats his shovel as if it was his child.

Pocket:

Plays roblox with Pip

Got more bunnies and they breeded without him knowing. He has 129 now.

Estella is his cousin.

Damien:

Shortest of the group.

Boykisser (actually hes a PIPKISSER)

Has an older brother and older sister who are twins (they're the same age as shelly marsh).

Mark and Rebecca

Both use fancy words because they're NERDS

They are suppoed to wear glasses, Mark refuses to wear them and instead uses contacts while Rebecca wears them with no problem.

Still homeschooled.

Classic 'gay-lesbian' duo + both are dating blondes (i think you can guess who).

Have 3 older brothers who are triplets who were isolated in their rooms during monkey fonics ( 😭 )

Every halloween, they just dress up as fictional twins and call it a day.

IDENTICAL.

Gary Harrison:

Still hates Stan

Lindsay from tdi if she was a teenage boy (😭😭😭)

Only academically smart (hes stupid. Sorry not SORRY 💜)

Older brother (whos name is Mark) is named Marcus bc i said so

Homeschooled (he didnt want to see Stan's fugly face everyday so he begged his parents to be homeschooled)

5'2.

[catindabag]

UR SP FUNNY 😭😭😭 HIMBO CORIOLANUS IM DEADDD.

Thank you, Bestie.❤️ But if you want more of my TBOSAS crack!AUs, you can check out my ✨short takes✨ in my main page. There’s a whole crack!lore I made in there that features the following:

Sugar Baby Coryo Snow, who gaslit himself into marrying Sejanus and Strabo’s money.

Extremely Possessive Sugar Daddy Sejanus Plinth, who would strangle anyone who tries to flirt with his ✨Snow Bae✨.

Fan Favorite Festus Creed, who dumpster dives for a living.

Best Boy Felix Ravinstill and his unending responsibilities as Class President.

Mizzen the Gremlin and his crazy shenanigans with Percy Price.

That ✨Maid Stew✨.

Former Sandwich Queen Arachne Crane and her ugly neck brace.

The Great Lizzie Vickers and her secret business of manufacturing illegal drugs vitamins for extra cash. #itstotallylegalbro

Kleptomaniac King Androcles Andie Anderson and his fake driver’s license.

Queen Livia Cardew and her new ✨Bestie✨😌💅, Facet the Fashionista.

Hilarius Heavensbee and his very very weird family.

The Amazing Lucy Gray and her quest to steal Panlo’s expensive hair curlers.

Treech being the default henchman and unpaid babysitter of Coral and Mizzen.

Marcus, who keeps denying his own existence. #iamnotMarcusfromD2

Urban Canville’s unending beef with Lucky’s annoying talking bird.

The Academy busy buying expensive booze instead of books.😂

Drunk!Casca Highbottom, who is still busy swimming in ✨denial✨. #Crasca4Ever

Drunk!Professor Click and her weird (traumatic) therapy sessions.

Dr. Gaul slowly giving up on life because of the Mentors’ stupidity.

The 24 OG Mentors (minus Sejanus Plinth) being legitimate blood cousins. They all share a crazy but common ancestor with Felix Ravinstill.

[avidgreengoblin]

Runet stuff!!

Also expect some drawings of Marcus and more art in general of the Garrick DemonPriest AU soon

[thiemrossi]

INDYCAR 101 PART 2 TEAMS AND DRIVERS: a 2023 guide to indycar by @thiemrossi

hi, hello, happy race week! If you want to start watching indycar this season but don't know where to start, this is for you. I couldn't cover everything, so I tried to focus on the drivers because there are so many unrecognized great personalities in indycar. If you have questions about anything on here or other stuff I didn't mention, feel free to ask me, I'm happy to help! This will also be multiple parts, so I'll link them all below

The image quality here is not great, so for the best quality view the entire presentation here

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

[trainwrecksobserver]

Name Meanings in Trainwrecks

My favorite thing to do when I get a new fandom is to go through the character list and look up what their names mean, and for some reason I haven't done that with Trainwrecks yet. So here we go!

MAIN CHARACTERS

Luna- Latin "moon"

Alexis- Greek "helper, defender"

Cruz- Spanish "cross"

Sebastian- L "from a venerable place"

Velasquez- Sp "crow"

Duke- L "leader"

Earl- Old English "nobleman, warrior"

Kingston- OE "king's town"

Jasmine- En "climbing plant with fragrant flowers"

Nolan- Irish "descendant of the famous/loud one" ; Chinese (nuò lán) 诺 (nuò) "promise; assent, approve", 兰 (lán) "orchid; elegant, graceful"

Dimitri- Gr "earth mother"

Victoria- En "victory"

Hale- Arabic "halo around the moon" ; En "nook, retreat"

PARENTS/FAMILY

James- Hebrew "heel-grabber, trickster"

Carmine- L "song" ; H "garden"

Sophia- Gr "wisdom"

Makoto- Japanese "sincerity"

Leilana- Hawaiian "heavenly flowers ; royal child" (Leila) Ar "night"

Hirashima- J "peace island"

Whitney- En "white island"

Julian- Gr "downy-bearded" ; L "sky father"

Felicia- L "lucky, successful"

Régine- L "queen"

Moreaux- French "dark-skinned, dark brown, black" ; Roman "North African, Moorish"

Ray- En "beam of light" ; German "advice/counsel/decison, protection"

SIDE CHARACTERS

Aliana- Gr "torch/corposant/moon ; sun" ; H/Gr "gracious defender" H/G "gracious nobility"

Sanchez- Sp "son of the saintly/holy one"

Allen- En "little rock, handsome"

Marcus- L "male"

Flynn- I "blood red"

Latricia- L "joy, happiness; nobleman"

Bernice- Gr "bringing victory"

Oak- En "oak tree"

**translation notes**

Some names were a little difficult to translate, because they just mean stuff like "son of _____" or "from _____". In cases like these, I extrapolate meaning from the place or person the name is based on. For example, Sebastian literally means "from Sebaste". But that tells me nothing unless I know what Sebaste means. So I do a bit more research and discover Sebaste means "venerable"; hence, "from a venerable place". Sanchez and the Irish translation of Nolan were like this as well. (Nolan comes from O Nuallán.)

Also, I don't know Chinese, so I had to turn to Google to see what the original spelling/meaning of Jasmine's Anglicized last name might be. Google gave me nuò lán, so that's what I went with.

Several names have been translated from the original language many times. (Dimitri is a good example.) The language I listed by each translation is the original language. If a name has more than one possible origin, such as "Hale", they were all listed. Then you have names like Aliana and Latricia, which are mashups of other existing names (Alice/Alex + Ana; La + Patricia), which makes translation fun and totally not frustrating. Aliana is actually a double fun one because it can be a mashup, or it could possibly come from either the Greek Helios OR the Greek Helene, which have opposite sun and moon connotations!! It actually is fun. I love doing this.

Another rule I put in place was only to do characters who have appeared/spoken so far. This includes Victoria's great aunts, even though they only showed up in a bonus story, but does not include her extended family who were referenced in the same bonus story. They're not really a part of the story. But characters like Latricia Oak, Marcus Flynn, and Allen O. are, so they get coverage. Maybe I'll do the other members of the Hale family (and other mentioned minor characters) in a separate post...

(Wait a minute... Latricia Oak... Allen O... they're both running in sketchy circles... have I stumbled onto something here? 👀👀)

Anyway, I want to elaborate on how the name meanings relate to the characters, but this post is long enough, so that'll have to wait. :)

[swayziiwriter]

Nighttime frenzy | Marcus Rashford

summary: after an evening of passionate sex Marcus decides he’s not quite finished with you yet.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Marcus was always up to something.

Especially when you were still asleep in his arms. You both had taken a rest after the rough sex you had. The sun has set, as the night sky loomed from the window. He took advantage of the rare opportunity to wake up first to lavish you with kisses and draw patterns on your arms with his fingers.

You hummed softly and felt his gentle touches on your skin, but you were too exhausted to respond. You squirmed a little when you felt him biting down on your neck as he continued kissing your neck.

"Marcus." The sudden action gave you goosebumps, so you murmured.

As his fingers lifted the fabric of your shirt, you could feel his smile on the delicate skin of your neck.

When you felt his fingers lightly squeezing the bare skin of your breasts, you exhaled deeply. You felt yourself getting stimulated under his touch and you squeezed your thighs together, the flashes of your last sex scene flooded your brain.

"I need you, baby." As his sloppy and harsh kisses on your neck got worse, he whispered.

You murmured, getting lost into his touch and you opened your eyes at last, as you checked out at the man on top of you.

"Marcus, still sore" you moaned lightly, attempting to ignore the arousal that has filled your bow pulsing core.

Your previous sexual encounter brought back a brief chuckle from your boyfriend. He got up to undress you after his hands found the band of your underwear. He also took advantage of the opportunity to remove his sweatpants, leaving him naked in front of you.

"I'm sure you can handle it," He said it in a sly tone while gently stroking your supple cheek for a few seconds with his palm.

As you exhaled deeply, the familiar pleasure built over you, his fingers found your core and tugged at your folds. He noticed that your hips were grinding against his hand and decided to stop what he was doing and align himself at your entrance.

"Come on baby, you can take it," he said. he expressed, peering down at you, hanging tight for a response from you.

You couldn't help but obey him by nodding and biting your lip to keep from speaking. His seductive language got the best of you.

However, it proved to be pointless:

You let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure as soon as he pushed himself fully into you.

"Too m-much, your too big" you confessed, gazing up at Marcus through your eyelashes.

Your words joined with the brilliant sight before the man just drove him to accelerate his pushes, leaving you shaking on your own pleasure.

"Always so close for me." He responded, playing with your emotions as he enjoyed the sight of you so vulnerable under him, drunk on his cock.

You focused on the sensation of being filled up by him, unable to form a proper sentence to respond.

As you continued to pull on the sheets your knuckles were becoming white from the pressure.

Marcus noticed the all to familiar look on your face, the pleasure was becoming increasingly unbearable for you, his light moans on starting to fill your ears, making your mind go blank.

"So filthy for this me, wanna cum on this cock?" He continued to tease, prompting you to re-nod as quickly as possible.

He didn't waste any time, resting his palms on your thighs for support as his actions got harsher. Trying to chase his own release.

As you felt yourself meeting your own orgasm, you arched your back, drunk on the sensation. You shifted your hands behind his back, dragging your nails down his back, making sure to leave marks for a reminder of tonight's session.

Marcus hit you with such force you swore your heart stopped, continuously hitting your g-spot as you spasmed around his cock. Your warm juices sliding down your leg as Marcus chased his high.

You clenched around him, the overstimulation sending you into overdrive, while sending Marcus off the edge.

He spilled ropes of thick cum into your tight pussy, the feeling of him filling you up was enough to make you moan out in pleasure as he continued to ride through his orgasm.

As you both exhaled deeply, Marcus fell on top of you, pressing his forehead against yours as you tried to calm your breathing. "Told you, you could take it" he smiled. You rolled him off of you, cuddling close to his body warmth. "Only cause i love you" you responded.