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[jaikoyaki]

Midnight Flight

//Kang Haerin x Reader//Hogwarts AU//

SYPNOSIS: Y/N L/N had just finished her prefect duties and was finally ready to enjoy a quiet night in her dorm, a book in hand and peace at last. That was until she heard an insistent tapping on her window. To her disbelief, there was her girlfriend, Kang Haerin—on a broom, in the dead of night, throwing pebbles at her window.

TAGS: fluff, Slytherin!Haerin, Ravenclaw!Reader, Harry Potter AU, Short oneshot, Prefect!Reader, fem!reader

WARNINGS: mild language, miscommunication (I think)

WORDCOUNT: 1.2k

A/N : Apologies if this feels rushed, this'll be my last one-shot before school starts </3

Flying around the castle in the dead of night wasn’t exactly the smartest idea.

But when was she ever one to play it safe? The broomstick wobbled as she soared higher, the Ravenclaw tower looming ahead.

Her fingers tightened around the broomstick, the chilly night air biting at her face. She knew the risk she was taking—getting caught would mean detention for weeks, maybe even an owl sent home to her parents. But she had come this far, and there was no way she was backing out now.

None of that mattered, Anyways.

What mattered was y/n.

Haerin replayed the events from earlier that day, every detail making her wince. Y/N had called out to her in the Great Hall, but Haerin had been too distracted, too wrapped up in whatever nonsense Hanni was yapping about, to respond properly. She barely even gave Y/N a glance before brushing her off with a vague wave and an “I’ll talk to you later.”

Except “later” never came.

How dumb could she be?

Haerin hadn’t realized the weight of her mistake until hours later,

When Y/N hadn’t even looked her way, her attention buried in her books or something else Haerin couldn’t quite see. It wasn’t like Y/N to ignore her, which could only mean one thing:

She was mad.

She was mad at Haerin.

Her girlfriend was mad at her.

The Ravenclaw dormitory was quiet, save for the soft snores of your sleeping roommates and the occasional groan of the old wooden beams.

You lay on your bed, propped up by a stack of pillows, the book Haerin had given you resting open in your hands. The candlelight on your bedside table cast a comfortable glow across the pages, though your eyes kept drifting toward the window.

It had been a long day—prefect duties, patrolling the halls, and trying to keep Peeves from dropping ink pots on unsuspecting first-years. Now, the peace of your dorm room felt like a small slice of heaven.

In your hands was a book Haerin had given you last week. “I think…you’ll love it,” Haerin had said, her words accompanied by one of those smiles that always made your heart flutter. “The main character kind of reminds me of you.”

Your lips twitched at the memory.

You hadn’t had the heart to tell Haerin that you hadn’t gotten past the first few chapters yet. It wasn’t that the book was boring—far from it actually—but between your duties as a prefect and classes, your free time was almost nonexistent.

Speaking of Haerin, you kind of missed your girlfriend right now—

Tap.

The sound snapped you out of your thoughts.

Tap.

You froze, your eyes darting toward the window by your bed.

Tap.

What the hell?

The noise came again, louder this time. Your heart quickened as you set the book aside and scooted closer to the glass. It was too dark to see clearly at first, but then the faint moonlight illuminated a figure hovering just beyond the window.

There she was—your girlfriend.

Haerin.

Outside.

Riding her broom.

In the middle of the night.

Throwing pebbles at your window.

WHAT THE HELL.

Haerin waved awkwardly, holding up another, bigger pebble as if to say, I’ll throw it if you don’t open the window.

You gestured wildly at the window, mouthing:It doesn’t open!

Haerin blinked, then mouthed back, What?

You facepalmed mentally.

Grabbing a piece of parchment, you scribbled in bold letters: THE WINDOW IS FIXED, YOU IDIOT.

Pressing it against the glass, you watched as Haerin squinted to read it. She frowned, then looked around, as if the solution to this problem might magically appear out of the sky. When nothing did, she hesitated before pointing down, mouthing again, Let me in!

You scribbled on the back of the parchment: HEAD GIRL IS PATROLLING THE COMMON ROOM.

You pressed it against the glass again, trying not to panic.

Shit.

Your mind raced. Getting caught sneaking someone into the Ravenclaw dormitory would mean losing your prefect badge and probably facing suspension. But there was no way you were leaving her out there to become a popsicle.

After one last exasperated glance, you pointed toward the rooftop.

Haerin blinked a few times, processing, then nodded and directed her broom toward the rooftop.

With a sigh, you quickly grabbed your robe and scarf, wrapping it around your neck, and slipped on your slippers.

“Are you okay? What the hell were you thinking?!” you whisper-yelled, spotting Haerin’s flushed cheeks and red nose. The cold had clearly gotten to her—she was only wearing her Slytherin sweater and a skirt. Without hesitation, you wrapped your robe and scarf around her.

“I’m okay,” she mumbled, pulling the scarf tighter around herself. “I just… needed to see you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “In the middle of the night? On a broom? You know you could have just waited until tomorrow, right? How- how did you even sneak out?? You could’ve fallen! Do you even realize how dangerous that was? ” You couldn’t stop the questions spilling out of your mouth, your worry overpowering your ability to keep your voice calm.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly.

“For what?” you asked, momentarily thrown off. “I’m not mad at you, Haerin. I’m just worried. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt—”

“No- no.” Haerin interrupted, cutting you off. She suddenly hugged you, burying her face in your shoulder.

This was the first time she had hugged you without you initiating it.

“You're mad at me.”

You froze for a moment, surprised, but your arms instinctively wrapped around her. “What’s going on, Haerin?”

“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” she whispered into your shoulder.

“What?”

“I—I messed up today. I was so wrapped up in everything that I didn’t even listen to you. You called out to me, and I just… I brushed you off. I was too busy. And I… I didn’t even notice you were mad.”

oh.

You blinked, feeling a wave of realization hit you.

“Why are you laughing…?” she pulled away slightly to meet your eyes.

“You dummy,” you giggled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wasn’t mad at you. I figured you were just busy. You didn’t ignore me on purpose, and I knew that.”

Haerin blinked, her lips parting slightly as if she didn’t quite believe you. But then she let out a shaky breath and hugged you again, tighter this time. “Thank you,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

The moment might have lasted longer if not for the creak of a door opening nearby. Your heart stopped as a familiar voice called out.

“Who’s there?”

Minji. The head girl.

Panic flared in your chest.

Quick, think of an excuse, Y/N.

You scrambled to pull the cloak over Haerin’s head, tugging it down just as Minji’s silhouette emerged from the shadows.

“It’s Y/N!” you called out, your voice just a bit too cheerful.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

You quickly placed a steadying hand on Haerin’s cloaked shoulder. “Just escorting a first-year back to the dorms,” you blurted, forcing a smile.

Minji emerged from the shadows, her sharp gaze narrowing. “First-years? At this hour?”

“Yeah, they got lost on their way back from the Astronomy Tower.” You gave a nervous chuckle, gripping Haerin’s shoulder to keep her from fidgeting.

“First years,” you added with a nervous chuckle. “Always wandering where they shouldn’t be.”

Minji crossed her arms, her piercing gaze flicking between you and the cloaked Haerin. For a moment, it felt like she might press further. But then she sighed, rubbing her temple. “Fine, but make it quick. It’s past curfew.”

As soon as she disappeared, you turned to Haerin with a glare. “You’re not flying back,” you hissed. “We’re taking the hidden tunnels. Let’s go.”

“Lead the way.”

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[girlishwhimsies]

i love looking at hot takes and realizing that some outsiders fans don’t realize that fandom is something fun. nothing is truly that serious at the end of the day.

[luniviravosshipper]

I keep adding posts to my drafts to reblog later and then forgetting to actually reblog them, and this is yet another one.

Anyways, was initially going to include my thoughts on this in the tags but then it’d be too long.

I originally had mixed feelings when I first saw this. I won’t elaborate on why or what specific feelings, but I did.

But now looking back on this post, I’m personally interpreting the connection made between these scenes as pointing out the parallels between Aaravos and Viren as characters. Because they do parallel each other in a lot of different ways, which includes them both reflecting each other’s self-righteousness. I mean, look at the way Aaravos has basically adopted Viren’s most famous phrase (“however dangerous, however vile”) as his own personal mantra this latest season. He sees himself as this all powerful being, bringer of chaos onto the world and uses his own perception of morality as complicated to disregard the moral bearing consequences of his actions he is expected to uphold and abide to.

So him complaining about other people’s self-righteousness, particularly the dragons and elves, is kind of interesting. Because it’s sort of hypocritical. And it actually seems to mimic Viren’s own views regarding the elves and dragons, whether justified or not, in the beginning of the series. And, not to mention, but it’s also been repeatedly pointed out by others how Aaravos has projected his own views of the dragons and elves onto Claudia to the point that as a result she has so deeply internalized Aaravos’ own outlook on them that she’s based a good of percentage of her sense of self-worth on her use of magic. Because what seems to be the main divider between the humans and the dragons and elves is magic, since humans weren’t born with a connection to primal magic so they were viewed as less then and weak by the elves and dragons. (There’s so many things to be said too about Aaravos’ own decision to gift humans with dark magic instead of greater access to primal magic, and that can also tie in very heavily too to Aaravos’ struggles with self-righteousness, but I’ll share my thoughts on that some other time.)

But, I think it’s hard to say for sure if Aaravos can really be called a hypocrite. I’m not going to examine this too much here. I just think it should be noted that Aaravos doesn’t actually seem to care at all how in the wrong in the end he is or how wrong his actions are. At the end of the day, the only justification for his actions he uses is the unfair and unjust loss of his daughter. But otherwise, he’s hardly at all following any sort of moral code in his actions. What I’m trying to get at, if I’m not making sense so far, is that I think Aaravos isn’t not trying to be a hypocrite and doesn’t even mind if he is one and therefore I’m actually not sure if he can be considered truly one because he’s not actively denying being one or going out of his way to present himself as anything but a hypocrite. Like, in his head no matter what he does or how morally wrong it is anything he does is automatically justified by his loss so he can’t be considered a hypocrital or even really that bad of a person. (Hence, why it was revealed he considers himself innocent when he was talking to Ezran and being judged by him.)

Does that make sense?? I don’t know. I’m sorry, I have a lot of thoughts spiraling about Aaravos in my head.

s1 / s7

[joejhang]

my unasked-for input in the jeremy discourse

been seeing a lot of jeremy knox discussion as of late while mindlessly scrolling thru the aftg tag so i've decided it's time to step in. spoilers ahead continue at ur own risk.

the main criticism of jeremy i've seen in the fandom is the way he treats/deals with jean's situation. a lot of people think he's just not doing a good job and can be insensitive or thoughtless at times. i'd like to counter this by saying: he's doing his best, and he's actually doing pretty well.

the aftg fandom at large has this superiority issue where they seem to always know the right thing and the right way to go. i'm gonna remind y'all that we are very used to the foxes and andreil, and the trojans are a totally different environment to the one we've been acclimatised to. the foxes are not well-adjusted AT ALL and to an outsider's eye the way they deal with each other is probably really cruel and rude at times. it works for them because they're in similar positions in life and have no time for politeness and courtesy, and the only way for them to work together is to work out all the fights and issues head-on, with little concern for hurt feelings. it works for them, but that doesn't mean it's the best or only way to go for anyone else.

jeremy may have an untold backstory of his own, but i think we can all agree that he's much more well-adjusted than jean, who has been living in an abusive cult environment for years. the trojans and jeremy are completely unfamiliar to jean, but so is jean to jeremy. jeremy has no idea the full extent of jean's past and history of abuse, so you can imagine his shock and horror when he finally begins to realise the ugly details of what happened to him.

there's a lot of emphasis on action and reaction in the way the fandom sees characters and relationships, but not a lot on intention. i think, no matter the mistakes jeremy makes, his intentions are good. he wants to support jean and help him in his healing journey. was it wrong of him to tell cat and laila what happened in jean's freshman year without his permission? yes, of course. but i think people need to consider that jeremy is literally only human. he's a 22 year old boy who has unresolved issues of his own that's just trying to do the best he can with what he has. he shouldn't have talked about jean's past without his consent, but it's important to know that he didn't do it with malicious intent or just to gossip. he probably genuinely thought it was the right way to go to let cat and laila know, so they can help jean better by knowing what happened. it wasn't the right thing to do, but honestly i think people in the fandom are more pressed about it than jean is. jean remarks on it and seems a bit annoyed, both with himself for telling jeremy and jeremy for telling the girls, but he doesn't hold it against jeremy and clearly still trusts him. jean knows that jeremy wants the best for him, and is doing his best, and the fandom should remember that too.

i think a lot of the issues the fandom has w jeremy and also jerejean is that they seem to think jeremy is going to "heal" jean. i cannot explain how much this take boils my blood because people can't "heal" other people. healing is a complicated and long process that requires, yes, help from others, but also changes in perspective, environment and core belief. jeremy alone is not going to fix jean and make him good as new, and that attitude towards them is unhelpful when analysing the narrative. jean's slow journey of healing comes from the combination of: a huge change in environment (the mob mindset of the raven's nest -> the sunshine court), a support network (jeremy, cat, laila, wymack, the trojans, occasionally kevin and neil), a change in mindset (both towards exy as a sport and towards relationships with others and a relationship with himself) and simply time. no one person can heal another, and no matter how large a role jeremy plays in jean's healing, he knows he can't do it on his own. so do the other people around jean. it's why cat takes him on a motorbike ride, just to let him relax and see the world. it's why renee doesn't get jean to stay with her, because she knows how good the trojans will be for him. jeremy is not going to heal jean, but he can definitely help him with it.

the last and arguably most important thing is this: jean trusts jeremy. y'all can talk about how jean is traumatised and unfamiliar with the world outside the nest but i swear to god this fandom babies and uwufies him to unbelievable extents. jean may be unspeakably traumatised and at the end of his rope, but he is an adult, and he does have agency. he understands that jeremy cares about him and his wellbeing, and he trusts jeremy. jeremy isn't perfect. he's inevitably going to make mistakes and do questionable things along the way, but i don't think he's at all impeding jean's healing or growth, and he is doing everything with genuine good intentions. one person's definition of the "right" thing to do is not objective and all-encompassing. jeremy may do things that offend you, and that you would hate, but everyone has a different opinion on these things. do you guys remember the conversation between andreil after dr*ke's attack, when neil pushes andrew just to see him crack? if u think about it on an objective level, it was wrong, even cruel, to press someone about their history of trauma after a horribly traumatic event has just happened to them. but andrew doesn't hold it against neil, and doesn't even seem all that bothered by it. i think the aftg fandom would do well to look at things and events that happen in the books in context and stop thinking that there is only one right answer to every question and only one correct solution in every situation. just because something would be a no-go for you, doesn't mean it would be for everyone, and that goes for fictional characters as much as it goes for real life.

anyway i just find it so interesting how critical and quick to judge people are when it comes to jeremy, when, objectively, the foxes and even andreil have done probably more pressing and objectively "wrong" things to each other. if u read the series back, there are a lot of times when they push and challenge each other's boundaries, but there's an understanding that that is the best way for them to engage with each other. it would do everyone a lot of good to apply the same attitude to the sunshine court, considering how vastly different of a context this new series is in.

[a-bit-predictable]

there's nothing "radical" about putting a fictional character on some morality trial to determine whether people are allowed to enjoy them or not. i'm so tired of people acting like raging online over the events in a piece of media as if they actually happened is some form of activism. it's no more virtue signaling. and by constantly posting this shit in the main tags where people are trying to enjoy themselves, you're being a nuisance, not "radical." characters are storytelling tools, not real people. and for as many people that you may see "write off" or overly "justify" their negative actions, there are many times more that can and do acknowledge them alongside the REST of their character as a whole, for the sake of enjoying the bigger picture of what the character's arc is meant to represent and teach.

it's painfully obvious and disheartening how many of you truly do value words over actions, not only by fictional characters but by real people, including yourselves. if fictional events upset you THAT much because it reminds you of real issues that actually exist in our world, then focus your time and effort on THOSE instead of some pointless campaign against a fictional character in a show that only a fraction of the world has even seen. better yet, if you actually want to be "radical" or a real activist, then maybe DO something with a tangible impact (like fucking VOTE, bare minimum) instead of just scrolling and posting.

and you know what on that note, @ my fellow americans specifically, i hope sooner than later you realize that choosing inaction to preserve your own moral report card (because you reduce everything to "the lesser evil is still evil and i'll have no part in any of it") instead of making strategic efforts to reduce harm where possible and make long-term progress is EXACTLY how the worst side ends up winning, and you're witnessing that in real time.

[motorsportbarbie13]

Track Limits - Part One

(author's note: this is a fully original series that I wrote this summer, with fully original characters. I will be posting every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I won't be using my tag list for my F1 Fanfics, so if you want to be added to this one, please leave a comment! As always, my inbox is always open for suggestions, comments, questions, etc. I love love love hearing from you guys!!)

Warnings: brief talk about cheating boyfriend and panic attacks, but nothing serious on page Word Count: 3.1k

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Celine

CelineStG posted

CelineStG Siri, play 'Home' by Good Neighbors RealMollyGrace bitch, what? >>>CelineStG oops? AlexStGerard I’m sorry, since when are you home?  >>>CelineStG Hi big brother, consider this my official notification that a sister visit in imminent. Hope you’re prepared! >>>AlexStGerard When am I ever prepared for a sister visit? >>>CelineStG Never.  >>>AlexStGerard Exactly  SebSimonet STG C if I don’t see you before quali I’m running you over with my car >>>CelineStG What an awful thing to say to your bestie.   User123 Are you in town for the race?  User34 Of course she is, her family literally owns a team. Idiot. 

“Ms. Saint Gerard, what a pleasant surprise to see you today! Your father didn’t say anything about you visiting this week. Would you like me to take you to the estate then?” George Fishburn asks as he holds the car door open for me. 

“No, no.” Waving him off, I slide into the back seat of the SUV.  “I’m staying at the Hermitage this week.” I ignore the man’s raised eyebrows, choosing to pretend like he isn't giving me the opportunity to give him a little bit of gossip like I always tend to do. I’m certain he’s dying to ask why I won’t be staying with my father and on a normal day, I would have been happy to answer his questions. George has been my father’s driver and all around errand man for as long as I can remember and normally I would have gladly chatted with him about why I was suddenly home.

Today though? Today I was glad he was giving me the quiet distance that my melancholy mood craved. 

“Could you take me to Alex’s condo and then drop my bags off at the hotel though? If it’s not too much trouble.” I ask once George has loaded my bags in the trunk and settled himself in the drivers seat. 

He chuckles and rolled his eyes, “Of course it’s not too much trouble, you know that. I’ll leave you with your brother and take them up to your room myself.”

“Thank you.” I sigh as he starts the engine, sinking into the supple leather seats that are a sharp contrast to the turmoil rolling through me. 

Moments later, he’s smoothly navigating the car out of the parking lot and is making his way towards the highway that leads from Nice to Monaco. My clenched jaw softens as I watch the French country side slip by, a wash of relief unknotting the constant stomachache I’ve been living with for weeks. Kilometer by kilometer, the tension that I’ve become quite acquainted with seems to melt away. I had woken up that morning in my townhome in London but this afternoon, I found myself home again.

Technically, Monaco isn’t really home, in the strictest sense of the word. I had lived in New York City until I was 14 but the tiny principality had always felt more like home than any apartment in the city or home in the country I had ever shared with my mother. My father had always brought my brother, Alex and I here during our summer visits after my parents had divorced when I was three. Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of a London rainstorm swearing I can smell the salty air of the Mediterranean and perfume of the wealthy residents. 

So it really wasn’t quite a surprise that the only place I thought might be able to fix me after what I’d been through in the last six months was Monaco. 

Slipping my phone out of the pocked of my bag, I check the notifications on my Instagram post earlier. It had been such a last minute trip to come home this week that I hadn’t even told my best friend, which she was apparently not very pleased about. 

Moments after the I send the last text, my phone vibrates, interrupting the quiet tranquility that I had been soaking in. 

“Are you okay?” Guilt sits at the edges of Molly’s tone when the call connects. 

Glancing out the window, I tip my head back against the soft leather head rest as I ruminate over my answer. 

“I’m...alive?” A dark chuckle escapes before I can stop it while I stare out the window as we begin to pass through the outskirts of Monte Carlo. I briefly catch a glimpse of the glittering sea that sits at the edge of the city. Even just the briefest of looks at the water chases a bit more of the anxiety that sits heavy in my chest away.

 On the other end of the phone, I hear Molly shuffling about and the muffled voice of someone that sounded a lot like Bev, Molly’s PR manager. Checking my watch I suck in a breath, “Molly! You have a show in like 45 minutes, shouldn’t you be warming up?” 

While Molly might be my best friend, she is also multi-Grammy award winning singer Molly Sharpe. We met five years ago when she had nearly thrown a punch at a drunk guy that was getting a bit too handsy with me at a party during the Cannes Film Festival. We had never said a single word to each other before she came to my rescue, somehow picking up on my panic from just a glance, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Even when we were on opposite sides of the globe, which happened more often than not now that she was on tour, we try to FaceTime at least once a day. 

“Nah, this is more important. I’m already warmed up anyway, so stop trying to deflect. What happened that made you literally flee the country?” 

I barely fight the urge to groan. “I ran into William at a coffee shop thi-.” I stop mid-thought to correct myself. “No, no! I saw my cheating ex-boyfriend at MY coffee shop this morning, Molly! In MY neighborhood. On MY side of London!” I cry, my molars grinding together. “With whatever the fuck her names is, that stupid red head that he cheated on me with.” 

Heat rises in my cheeks as I remember the scene from this morning. I had just left my pilates class and had been planning on making a quick run to the barn to exercise my horses even though that was the last place I wanted to be. But all of my plans came to a screeching halt when I saw William arm in arm with the girl he had cheated on me with walk straight into my favorite coffee shop. 

“Coming from anyone else, I’d say you claiming it was ‘your’ side of London was simple hyperbole but I genuinely don’t doubt you and your family actually own a significant portion of the city.” Molly teases. 

A smile tugs reluctantly at my lips, “Shut up.” I scoff. She was right, of course. My family had been the founding investor into the Formula One team that all these years later, still bares our last name. We had a luxury road car division that was the first bit of our business, the racing coming second after my great-grandfather fell in love with the sport. Simply put, St. Gerard was as synonymous with luxury car production as Chanel was with haute couture.

“So anyway, I saw him with her and I couldn’t breathe. I completely panicked. Between that and,” I pause, my breath catching in my lungs. “What happened last month, I just lost it. So, I did the most mature thing I could think of at the time.” 

“And what was that?” Her tone held an edge of a laugh, like she knew this was going to be ridiculous. 

“I called an Uber right there on the street corner, packed a bag, and chartered a flight home.” 

“Céline Cristelle St. Gérard! That is the most out of touch way to deal with your problems.” 

I let out a chuckle. “Thats rich coming from a girl who quite literally chartered a jet to fly her favorite chef from New Orleans to Portugal just to make her chicken noodle soup when she was sick last year.” 

“That was a medical emergency.” She pouts. 

“So you’re telling me that you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing?” 

Molly cackles and I could just imagine her throwing her head back laughing in the green room at whatever stadium she was performing in tonight, “Oh no, I would. We’re both equally insane and privileged. It’s a dangerous combination. Go on.” 

“That’s it. I flew home. I don’t even have any luggage packed. We were 20 minutes off the ground when I remembered that the race was in Monaco this weekend and panicked that I wasn’t going to be able to find a place to stay but I somehow managed to find a room at the Hermitage.”

“You’re not staying with your father?” 

“Ha! Absolutely not. He’ll be furious with me when he hears about what I did yesterday.” 

In addition to a cheating ex-boyfriend that had just broken my heart recently, I'd also decided a few days ago that I was done with show jumping for the season. There had only been a few competitions but after what had happened six weeks ago to my heart horse, I just didn't have the competitive drive in me anymore. For as long as I could remember, show jumping had been my 'thing'. Alex had racing and the team but I had always had my horses.

Until I didn't.

On the other end of the phone, my best friend gasps. “You haven’t told him yet?” She shrieks. 

“I was kind of hoping the press would do it for me, to be honest.” I wince, nibbling at a cuticle my manicurist missed at my nail appointment yesterday. 

“Céline!” Molly hisses.

Rubbing my free hand over my face, I groan into the phone. “I know! I know! I’m a coward. I’m actually on my way to see Alex to try to figure out how the hell to break it to the old man. He’s going to be so mad.” 

Molly’s tone softens at the guilt that I know fills my voice. “He won’t be if you’re honest with him.” 

I stay silent for a moment, considering Molly’s words. I know my father is going to lose his mind when he finds out that I had made this huge, life altering decision without even so much as consulting him. Not because he’d tell me that I wasn’t allowed to but because show jumping is such a big part of my life and making such a big decision like pulling out of competition for the year without even so much as consulting him was going to set him off. My father was solidly of the 'the St. Gerard family is not a family of quitters' belief and this was going to break his heart.

“Listen. We just pulled up to Alex’s place so I’m going to let you go. Say a little prayer that I survive the first firing squad?” 

“Alex will be on your side, he always is. Text me later and I’ll call you after the show if it’s not too late.” 

“Love you.” 

“Love you too Cece.”

Theo

TheoJHighgate Posted

TheoJHighgate Rolling into Monaco race week like... user918 the curls are curling evansracing so excited!! user0199 does this man know what he does to us??? >>>user029 oh 100%

The Evans Racing garage thrums with the kind of energy that only happens during race week. Mechanics scurry around my car making any last minute adjustments before the first of three rounds of practice tomorrow, the sounds their tools make a familiar grind in my ear. I lean against one of the many sleek orange and black toolboxes that line one side of the garage, taking it all in. 

Monaco is my favorite track on the entire circuit. I have so many good memories here that every time this weekend rolls around, I try to soak in as much of the energy I can. The team has been really consistent so far this season but we’re still winless and this weekend feels like the perfect time to remedy that situation. 

“Theo.” A sharp voice yanks me out of my podium day dreams. “My office. Now.” Scott Hayes, Evans Racing’s team principal stands just outside his office door, his expression all storm clouds threatening a downpour. Fuck, he does not look happy. 

I straighten, ignoring the stares from the mechanics who are trying to look busy while hoping to overhear the verbal undressing I feel like I’m about to get. I shuffle through my memory quickly as I push off the tool box. While I have somewhat (read: huge) of a reputation in the paddock of being the driver that gives the PR team the most headaches before race weekends, I don’t think I’ve done anything recently to bring the wrath of Scott Hayes down on me lately. 

“Sounds like I’m about to be on the receiving end of one of your inspiring pep talks boss.” I flash him my most disarming smile, trying to hide the pit that has suddenly formed in my stomach. 

Scott simply rolls his eyes and steps back into his office without another word, leaving me no choice but to follow. 

Fantastic. 

“Good luck in there.” My performance coach Levi McAllen claps me on the back when I walk past him. “Find me after and we’ll go through what he says, okay?” 

What he means is ‘I’ll talk you down off the ledge Scott is about to put you on’. While Scott Hayes is a legend in Formula One, he’s also one of the scariest mother fuckers I’ve ever worked for. I hate being on his bad side, which seems to happen on a regular basis more and more lately. Thankfully, my driving makes up for it. Most of the time. 

“Yeah, yeah.” I sigh dramatically, running a hand through my mess of dark brown curls that are in desperate need of a haircut. I make a mental note to get to my barber before tonight’s charity gala, knowing our PR manager Loraine will have my head if I don’t. If I can show up with a clean cut mullet, she usually doesn't give me shit. The way that woman had almost buzzed off my entire head of hair when I showed up one day a few months ago with said mullet was almost scary. There might have been tears.

Weaving my way through the labyrinth of the garage easily, I manage to pretend I'm ignoring the engineers who keep tossing what look like sympathetic glances my way. 

This is not going to be good. 

I shut the door behind me, the snick of the latch the only sound in the quiet office.  

Scott waves a hand towards one of the two white plastic chairs in front of his desk. 

“Theo.” He begins, his voice softening a fraction. “We’ve invested a lot in you. You’re our number one driver, the face of Evans Racing in F1.” 

I nod, a flicker of pride settling the anxiety still churning in my stomach a bit. Being a Formula 1 driver has been my dream since the first time my dad plopped me down behind the wheel of a go kart. It’s exactly where I want to be. Fast cars, pretty girls, the roar of the crowd dressed in your team colors - it’s a life I’ve dreamt of since I was a scrappy little kid fighting for the podium on dusty, back woods karting tracks. 

“Frankly, Theo,” Scott continues, his voice turning rough again, “The results haven’t been there. A few podiums, yeah, but no wins. We’ve poured resources into this car and it’s showing. We need you to step it up, to translate that speed into wins.” 

I lean back in my chair, shoulders dropping. He’s not wrong. We certainly had the fastest car on the grid most weekends but I hadn’t capitalized on it yet. The media was starting to chatter about how I might not have the skill or mentality to handle a fast car and championship fight. Here I was, my sixth season in F1 and only one win to my name. And that singular win had taken me four and a half seasons to get. Sure, I was consistent enough, I hold the record for the most podiums before winning a race in all of F1 history. Second and third place finishes will only get you so far in this sport though, especially when your team has made huge leaps in technology in the last half dozen years. 

The responsibility of translating that speed and those improvements into wins sat squarely on my shoulders. 

“I know, Scott.” I say. “Believe me, I want to win just as much as you guys do. Probably even more.” 

It was true. My entire career I’ve been the ‘solid, consistent, well performing driver’. Good enough to gain the attention of Evans back when I was just 16 years old driving in F3 but never quite good enough to be considered one of the greats. And the reputation of being ‘almost good enough’ starts to grate on your ego after a while. 

Scott studies me a moment, a hint of doubt lingering in his eyes. “Theo,” He says finally, “you have the talent we want here at Evans. We wouldn’t have signed you otherwise. You’re a natural behind the wheel, your race craft impeccable. But sometimes…” He trails off, the silence of his unfinished words hanging heavy in the air. 

I know exactly what he’s trying to say. The late nights, the tabloid headlines, the reputation for being a player that follows me like a shadow. It’s a tightrope I usually walk a little better than I have been lately. Balancing the bad boy image with the laser focus I need on the track was something I’m usually good at. Or at least I thought I was. 

Maybe I’m not as good at the balancing act as I thought I once was. 

“I’ll do better.” I promise, meeting his heated gaze head-on. “This race, this whole season? It’s mine. No more distractions, just wins.” 

A flicker of something that might have qualified as a smile crosses his lips. “We’ll see.” He says, a hint of steel still in his voice. “We’ll see. Your contract is coming to an end this year and we want you to be in this seat next year. You are the heart and soul of this team but we need you to start winning.” 

We both knew my word is only as good as my last race. The pressure was on. I had to get serious about my driving. I know I have it in me to be a better driver, that I haven’t hit the peak of my career yet. I was just running out of time to finally find the missing piece to the puzzle that was my career. I had to find it and I had to find it fast. 

Tag List (reminder, this is 100% different from my normal tag list!)

@ahgase99

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

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[anamoon63]

Real Life Update and Sim Resolutions (sort of)

Hi guys, I hope 2025 is treating you and your sims games really well. I know I've been a little bit absent lately, but I needed a few days to recover from all the Christmas-New Year's Eve madness, which included two exhausting shopping afternoons, intense cooking, therapy sessions, (which were not suspended for the holidays), translation work (of course), and a dental treatment consisting of two root canals (one of which is still in progress), plus a last minute small emergency (also dental) as a result of eating so much candy. (Yeah, I know, getting old sucks, lol!).

Anyway, I'm not gone, and I'm ready to come back to the fullest with all my sims characters.

Regarding Sims 3, for the time being we'll continue with The Cho Brothers Hidden Springs, about Tyron, the oldest of the Cho's. Then we'll go back to college with Dale and Kelly, (I really hope I can finish that part this year, lol).

For Sims 4 we'll continue with Allan and his family, the Wilsons, and I'd also like to introduce some of my other Sims 4 characters, if possible, but no promises, because with all these Sims 4 updates I never know how my game is going to end up. 🙄

Also, at some point early this year, finally, my Time Traveler story will continue, I'm pleased to announce that the first two episodes are almost ready, I'm not saying an exact date because, again, I don't want to make promises, all I can tell you is that it's a matter of days before these new episodes see the light of day. So, folks, this is a good time to catch up with past episodes you might have missed, to re-read or start reading the story from the beginning if you've never done so. You will find the first two (complete) parts in the Time Traveler tab from the main menu of my WP blog, here.

If you just want to read the most recent TT episodes and posts, then you can go to the Time Traveler category in the side menu of said blog, here.

I hope I can continue reading all your guys' stories too, some of which I'm way behind on, but I'll catch up with all of you soon!

Last but not least, just as I mentioned in the title, this post is not just a real life update but also a response to the Sim Resolutions tag by my dear friend @nocturnalazure Thanks Noctie for tagging me! 🤗❤️

I don't usually make resolutions or set goals with my sims, cause I almost always end up breaking them. I don't set deadlines either, for the same reason, deadlines I leave for work, my sims stories are my happy place, something I do to relax, not to push myself. So, again, no resolutions, what I have just posted here is kind of the idea of what we will be seeing this year. Basically, there are still plenty of sims to go around!

Well, that's it, happy simming to you all, and please stay tuned! 😉

[sour-monkie]

Hey Monkie kid fandom completely wild concept here I know but what if we DIDINT race bend the characters in a show about Chinese mythology made for a Chinese audience set in China into other races? 👉👈

Ik ik completely wild! A show made to represent Chinese people having Chinese characters? Cray cray!

Seriously though whatever big brain representation thing you THINK you’re doing is just looping back around to being insensitive and weird. News flash light skinned minorities are still POC and characters don’t have to look like you for you to connect to them!

Seriously guys this is gross especially with characters like Red son and Chang'e. I can’t believe this is a discussion we need to have come on. (Also macaque is still Chinese even though he’s slightly tan 🤯 )

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[benevolenterrancy]

~ Extremely Unwilling Magical Protagonists Attempt To Outrun The Plot And Not Fucking Die ~

(@takofukkatsumi this tag is from a while ago but it hasn't left my brain -- L-Space got very weird all of a sudden)

[cosmicredcadet]

All this aroace character shipcourse has proven to me that a majority of people that interact in fandom cannot actually interact with characters and media outside of shipping and genuinely I believe you need to learn how to interact with media outside of shipping.

[ricky-mortis]

Webby design <3

Sketch of hair design under the cut

It’s shaved like that on both sides!

[mary-james-world-of-shames]

I died for a bit there but here is healthy old man yoai or whatever the kids are saying.

[uwudonoodle]

Canon confirmed. Both Link and Zelda are horse girls.

[housederiva]

The amount of people I have seen say ‘well obviously I'm picking Harding for the end choice, there's no way I'm losing Assan’

Are you forgetting this a whole Davrin attached to that bird