#tbd @ some point probably

[devilsparda]

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[kataract]

consider this a plotting call !

[cannonfullofcanons]

Realized I actually missed a few things after checking my tag. Everything I owe is drafted now! I think. Unfortunately I haven't slept and my attention span has completely left the building, so I'm gonna try to catch a nap and get more done after that. Hopefully I can get those starters up, too.

I've got headcanon compilation posts in the works as well, since those are better than scattering the info across hundreds of posts! I can just edit to add new headcanons and bring it back on the dash. Tatsuki's is first in line because she & Gin have been holding nearly all of my attention.

[mushroompollution]

going to post another chapter summary on my last break tonight, bc it's like the most important one of them all. it's going to be 2 parts and honestly, mostly just the actual manga reduced down a bit instead of summary. it's a pretty short one, and it's Elliot and Leo's backstory which. I've summarized both ic and ooc several times already. so it feels fitting to just include and post as much of it as possible

[sacredpit]

have y’all seen that tweet that’s like “i’m probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn.” that is so heavily kakyoin coded

[willfool]

[shessoft]

you know sometimes i'm like 'i miss nicky' or 'i wonder what nicky is doing' or even 'i should contact nicky' and like...how do i cut that part of my brain out because i ended that whole thing for a reason and also she definitely hates me for doing so but like...i'm nosy

[servuscallidus]

I don't know if I want to read, draw or study history, and if to read then what to read (I'm currently reading two things), and where, if on my bed (always good to lie down a bit) or in the terrace (there's the midday breeze which is heavenly)

[himbo-robot]

This is personal (moreso than a lot of the silly things I post on here) but I feel like my mental health has been Not Great lately but I also just read the vent blog I have which I posted on primarily in my sophomore year of college and good god that guy was Not Okay. Like I'm obviously still not a paragon of mental health but I actually am doing way better now

[lingeringscars]

Submitted my final final paper of the semester

[galaxietm]

while i get back into the swing of things (and get the carrd link ready to share / slowly prep muse pages to link from it, honestly proud of it right now) i'm considering heavily revamping parts of this blog (like colors, graphics, etc) and also undertaking heavily fixing up the muse pages since those haven't been updated in- well; years at this point.

basically there's a lot i need to / am planning to update around the blog (because wowie it's been a while since a lot's been updated around here) and i'll list below what i'm hoping to work on (i dunno how soon, it's a loose timeline at this point)

maybe drop my disc.ord again?? then again i dont know who all is active anymore?? i really need to be active and reach out to people again lmao

muse pages (canon, ocs, and possibly a new page for request only / test muses, unsure)

eventually add a link on the icons of muses that are on muse pages to the gdoc pages for respective muses.

revamp general look / aesthetic of blog; either more simple or ?????, currently unsure.

finally?? update or post a new "mobile friendly muse list" / aka a tumble text post that possibly has links to character pages.

clean out drafts & inbox.

either make a new pinned post or update the current one. it's been a while and i need to update links. possibly add a few affiliates??

put out proper plotting calls to interact with mutuals more (i'm sorry?? i'm way too shy ya'll)

eventually post one of the new promos i made?? i swear, i've made 2 or 3 different ones over the last few months because i've been considering posting another one, because again, it's been literal years since i've posted one and i've been slowly getting into a better headspace than i've been in before.

decide if i'm going to go all the way with the joke i made the other day (aka making the blog one piece themed at some point, because lmao the brainrot? never leaving me again at this point)

[stardroprepublic]

Okay. Im convinced.

[condomconfetti]

one of these days I'm gonna be here regularly but apparently not today. I have to get my sleep schedule sorted if I want to do that.

[f1cflcfic]

Won't Say I'm In Love (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) - part xviii

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader; past carlos alcaraz x fem!reader

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers, tbd

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

series: part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi, part vii. part viii, part ix, part x, part xi, part xii, part xiii, part xiv, part xv, part xvi, part xvii, tbd.

bonus: one, two, three, four, five

a/n: so happy for Lando that he won Austria, and what a great and fun, clean battle between him and Oscar today! It got me a little distracted, but here we are :)

July 21 - 23, 2025

[Excerpt: Transcript Podcast Episode with Y/N]

Obviously the next big tour is coming up with Wimbledon. Now, there's been a lot of talk - as every year - considering the fashion of it all. It's one of the few tournaments where you're required to wear all white or risk disqualification. What are your thoughts?

"You know, there's something nice about the tradition of it all. It elevates it to this special tournament where everyone looks a certain part. But rules and traditions should also make room to evolve and adapt over time. To be honest, Wimbledon is the worst and the best. It's my home Grand Slam, but I've never won it before. It's got a lot of prestige attached to it, which also means a lot of pressure. And I've genuinely had many bad dreams about getting my period in the middle of a tight match on court. But hopefully, third time's the charm to win the final."

You bring up an important point. Periods. Menstruation and sports, is that something you have to plan around?

"I mean, a lot of us will probably all be taking some type of contraceptive that helps with that. But it won't look the same for everyone, and you all have to have a period at one point. So, yeah, you can try and plan around it, but anyone who menstruates will have had a period hit at the most inopportune time. I've been on my period during the US Open, for example. It was not fun. And even if it's not that, also like being at a friend's house and realising they don't have any period products is the worst. Thankfully, most of my male friends grew up with sisters, so they'll know better - but gents, if you're listening, get your period products in order!"

[...]

But after Wimbledon, there's a little bit of breathing space in an otherwise super tight calendar. What have you got lined up to relax over the summer? Your sister is getting married, right?

"Yes, she is! I'm so looking forward to it. They've been together for a long time now and have a kid together. But yeah, Derek proposed to my sister and then a day later they found out that Vic was pregnant with Jessie, so it's been in the works for a while this wedding. Obviously that also means that she's had to make changes all the time when it comes to the table setting, guest list, stuff like that. But I think it's going to come together really beautifully."

Have you been able to be as involved as you'd like?

"Well, I'm super glad my sister wanted to make sure she picked a date that I could actually attend. Still, there's stuff that I wasn't able to do with her, like a bachelorette party and all. But I'll get to be her maid of honour on the day itself, so that's nice. And I get to bring my best friend as a plus one, so I'm looking forward to that, too. Some of my friends have gotten close to Vic and her partner as well throughout the past years, so it's nice to be able to celebrate altogether."

July 23 - 25, 2025

[Excerpt: Transcript interview George Russell]

Now George, you're getting ready for qualifying, but we heard you joke about Lando Norris' poor eyesight after he collided with a door earlier today. You'd expect better from the championship leader, wouldn't you?

"I mean, sure. But aside from driving he's a bit of a mess. Just, chaotic, frenetic energy. Always very competitive, but also a genuine hazard for himself at times. As was apparent today."

You also play padel with him and the others, you posted a photo just the other day with you and fellow drivers. Who'd you say is the worst?

George smirks, then pretends to think it over. "We played padel the other day yeah, but who's the worst? I'd have to say Lando. You'd think he'd be better considering all the private lessons he's gotten from Y/N - but I guess they haven't really been very productive. Or he's just a lost cause."

Thankfully he's better on the racetrack.

George laughs. "I mean, that's great for him, but bad for me. If only it'd be as easy to beat him on track as it is on the padel court."

July 25 - 28, 2025

a/n: And look at that, y/n is making an effort and she is choosing to stay (for now hehe)

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[mintedwitcher]

another snip of my 'buck leaves the 118' fic (title TBD) angst incoming:

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After the shift ends, Buck goes home. Tommy’s truck is still in the driveway, but unfortunately, Eddie’s rental car is parked next to it, in Buck’s usual spot. With a groan, Buck parks on the street. He grabs his bag and goes inside, expecting the worst.

“Tommy? I’m home,” he calls as he steps through the door. Tommy steps out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“Hey, how was work?” Tommy asks, smiling. There’s something a little tense about it, and he’s just about to ask, when Eddie walks into the room, stone-faced, a bag slung over his shoulder. He drops it at Buck’s feet.

“I called the leasing office,” Eddie says without preamble. “I cancelled your sublet.”

“What?” Buck asks, stunned. It feels like the floor is giving way beneath him. “Eddie, you can’t—I signed a lease!”

“Yeah, you signed under me,” Eddie says. “It’s still my house. I just closed the sale on the one in El Paso, so I need you out. Chris needs somewhere to live.”

“Seriously, Diaz?” Tommy interjects. Eddie glances at him, disdain written clear across his face.

“You couldn’t even give me some warning?” Buck asks, looking down at the bag by his feet. It’s full to the brim with his clothes.

“What, like you gave us any warning about you transferring out?” Eddie scoffs.

“Okay, that’s not comparable at all,” Tommy says.

“Stay out of it, Kinard,” Eddie snaps.

“Don’t think I will, actually,” Tommy says.

“Please, don’t pretend like you’re not thrilled about this,” Eddie sneers. “You get ‘Evan’ all to yourself again, hurray.”

“At least he knows I actually want him around,” Tommy rebuts.

“Can you both just stop!” Buck shouts. They both turn to look at him. Buck takes a breath. He looks at his best friend. The guy he thought was his best friend. “How could you do this to me?”

“Oh, here we go,” Eddie huffs, throwing up his hands.

“No, seriously!” Buck talks over him. Interrupts him. Eddie looks at him with so much rage, Buck wonders if he actually hates him. He points a shaking finger at Eddie. “I did you a huge favour taking over your lease so you could go and be with your son. And yeah, okay, I didn’t go about it the right way, I know that, and I’ve already apologised for it. And now y-you’re just kicking me out? Without warning, without anything? I don’t even get a thanks?”

“How many times do I need to say it? Not everything is about you,” Eddie snarls. Buck recoils, just a little.

“I never said it was,” Buck replies quietly. He can feel his shoulders curling, his body trying to make himself smaller, make himself disappear in the face of Eddie’s anger. He knows Tommy can see it too, judging by the concern on his face. “I just know I wouldn’t do this to you. Not ever. You know I wouldn’t.”

“What do you expect me to do, then?” Eddie asks, coldly. “Put my disabled son on your shitty couch? Raise him in a motel room or a fucking Airbnb until we find another place to live?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Buck says. His voice shakes. Eddie seems to loom in Buck’s vision, growing bigger as Buck feels smaller.

“No, you just want everything to go according to your schedule,” Eddie says. “Grieve on your terms, get better on your terms, take a fucking grief assessment quiz on your terms. Not this time. This is my house, Chris is my son, and you are not going to make this harder on him than it needs to be!”

“Jesus Christ, man,” Tommy says. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Buck can’t breathe. He turns on his heel and leaves. He doesn’t even close the door behind him, he just runs. He doesn’t get into his truck – he knows better than to try and drive right now – and he doesn’t stop running, not until his shoe snags on a tree root and he stumbles to a halt, finding himself at a park, ten blocks away from his – Eddie’s – house.

He probably looks crazy, he thinks, standing here like a statue, tears and snot running down his face, hyperventilating because there’s just not enough air. He sinks to his knees, burying his hands in the grass. It’s been mowed recently, he can smell it. There’s a word for it, he thinks, for the smell of freshly cut grass. Or… no – he shakes his head – no, there’s a word for the smell of rain. Petrichor. He remembers that one. There isn’t a singular word for freshly cut grass like that. It’s a phrase. Green leaf volatiles. That’s it. A distress signal in the plant to communicate that it’s been damaged.

He wonders if humans give off a distress scent too. If so, surely someone would’ve realised that Buck isn’t okay.

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[niningtori]

freudian | preview(s)

out now!

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you

summary: freudian - susceptible to analysis in terms of unconscious desires. or, your parents have forced you to be "best friends" with minji, a woman you're convinced was put on this earth to be tailored for you to have a mutual hatred with, since elementary school. she's confident, beautiful, and charming, and her boyfriend, beomgyu, is just as formidable. he's been a pain in your ass, an asshole to you to the most severe degree, since they got together in college. now, you're roommates with minji, but you begin to secretly take interest in beomgyu's best friend, soobin. it's just that... beomgyu's been acting weird these days.

genre: angst (y'all already know...), romance, smut (mdni), lowkey yandere!beomgyu, best friend's boyfriend!beomgyu

warnings: smut (mdni), specfic smut warnings to come but sub!beomgyu and dom!beomgyu probably, lowkey yandere!beomgyu but i feel like it's more like pathetic!beomgyu and pining!beomgyu #tbh, probably the most passive reader ever but also incredibly indifferent towards beomgyu

word count: tbd

release date: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes: don't jump me... if y'all don't like this premise then close ur eyes like actually i'm sensitive! also there's no smut in this preview but trust that there will be in the finished product

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surprisingly, the noise ceases, and you really think standing up for yourself might have just worked out in your favor for once, but then you hear minji and her boyfriend snicker, and then there's the damning sound of their resumed activities. she was loud before, but now, it's like minji is being mauled or something. so much for being well-rested.

-

you wake up the next morning feeling like you got hit by a truck, and you just know you look like shit. you try your best to cover your dark circles, but at this point, who are you fooling? when you finally leave your bedroom, you run into minji’s boyfriend, the one she's been obsessed with since college. beomgyu.

“good morning,” he says with a lazy smirk as he leans over the counter. “did you sleep alright?” god, he’s such a fucking asshole.

“yep,” you mumble as you push past his shirtless body and reach into the fridge for your packed-up lunch.

“really? doesn't seem like it. you look like shit,” he chuckles, and while you don't even spare him a glance, you can just feel the smug look on his face emanating off of him and boring into the back of your head.

“thanks,” you say flatly as you fill up your water bottle. you're unsure why he even talks to you, but if you had to put it into words, it'd probably be something akin to the phenomenon of a cat watching a mouse as it backs itself into a corner. even still, you don't know why he bothers with trying to get a reaction out of you. you've never reacted to his taunts very much, but he still seems hellbent on making life difficult for you.

“you know, maybe if you got some good action, you’d understand why minji's as loud as she is,” beomgyu continues, almost as if he doesn't sense your unwillingness to participate in this—or really any—conversation with him.

“i'll keep that in mind,” you say perfunctorily as you shuffle over to the door and slide on your shoes before shutting and locking the door behind you. you don't see the way beomgyu’s fists clench at your unrelentingly dismissive tone, and even if you did, you wouldn't understand it.

-

“hey," he says tentatively, but you've never been particularly in tune with beomgyu's emotions, so you don't catch the hesitation in his words.

"mm," you hum as you furrow your eyebrows, focusing on preparing your snack.

"you haven't, uh, been around much. everything okay?" he asks gently.

“yep,” you reply as you focus on setting the timer.

“have you been working a lot?” he probes.

“not really,” you mumble as you begin to pour yourself a glass of water. it's late, and you've been with soobin all night, only returning home because you didn't bring a change of clothes for work tomorrow, so your inhibitions are lowered. you're not as guarded as usual, and beomgyu is intent on capitalizing on that.

“you should eat some real food,” he suggests, trying another tactic. “i could… i could make you something, if you want.” this is… weird. beomgyu has never offered to cook for you, and while he's made things before that you happened to like, it was always in service of minji, and he always offhandedly remarked that there were leftovers available to you. of course, you always refused, so his consideration is daunting, to say the very least. finally, you make eye contact with him.

“uh, thanks, but it's fine. i'm tired, so i want to eat something easy and quick before bed,” you say as you redirect your attention to your timer, willing it to move faster so you can eat and get the hell out of here. you push your hair back as you wait, and you unknowingly reveal a darker patch of skin where soobin had unintentionally sucked too hard on your neck. in the dim light of the kitchen, beomgyu’s eyes are immediately zeroed in on the mark. he draws closer, his tall frame looming over yours as he holds your hair back to get a better look.

“what's this?” you balk at his question and his overly-familiar proximity. you try to pull away, but he just steps closer, essentially trapping you between himself and the counter.

“who were you with?” he asks between clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing with a darkness you’ve never seen from him, or from anyone, really.

notes pt. 2: DON'T FREAKING JUMP ME!!! respectfully i'm going to alter my taglist to exclude inactive accs bc i hate tagging real bad and i'm running out of tags but if you want to be tagged in this work lmk!