#they have so much for each other it’s UNFAIR

[mxrcurysb1tch]

Astrology observations pt. VIII 🌚

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Here i am back from the dead hi!! As always, take what resonates and leave the rest! (Small Tw for mention of EDs )

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ I feel like I don’t do rising sign observations so much bc I don’t know anyone’s birth time (grrr) but I do know a few Virgo risings and they all have this extremely elegant put together vibe about them, seriously even their mess looks purposeful and neat. They also all look like models, they’re slender and usually on the taller side. Ie Bella Hadid.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Sagittarius Mars kind of scare me because these mfs can literally do anything without having to practice or train too hard. They could literally wake up tomorrow and run a marathon just for the hell of it just because they can without training. They have such an intense belief in their own physical capabilities that it all kind of works out for them. Depending on their other placements, they’re also usually good at a lot of different things and rarely doubt their capabilities.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Capricorn in the 6h (Leo rising) You guys have iron health. You literally never get sick. Likely to be healthy right into old age and have good genetics or just get better health with age which seems counterintuitive. You’re also likely to take your health very seriously. An example is my mum, she looks 10 years younger than her age because she has never drank or had any major health issues.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Pisces Mars keep getting hurt by those closest to them and are just too forgiving. It makes my heart sad truly. They might always blame themselves for conflicts too. With love, you guys need to learn to stand up for yourselves and don’t let people treat you like sh!t.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ I’ve noticed that people with Taurus & Scorpio intercepted tend to have issues with food and eating. People with this configuration often forget to eat or just don’t get that much pleasure out of it. I’m not really sure the reason (I suppose Taurus has to do with sensual pleasures and Scorpio is sometimes about restriction?) but they just aren’t all that bothered with food and they’re usually quite underweight for this reason. I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily always a full blown ED but I definitely think it’s something to watch out for. I also imagine, as with all interceptions, it could go to the other extreme and they could binge eat especially if they have personal placements in Taurus that are intercepted.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ The 8th house (talking about it again sorry not sorry. it’s fascinating) is not just about money and death. It’s about anything you inherit from your family line, although it is usually a burden or comes at a heavy price. Think generational curses, ancient trauma that you carry with you that was not even yours in the first place. It could be money you inherit from your family but that will usually come at some kind of cost. For example, you could be from a very wealthy family and be left a lot but maybe they were never warm, loving or accepting of you. That’s the price you pay for the money you did not earn. The 8h is never about choice. You don’t get a say in the matter. The wounds were there before you were even conceived and you have no other option but to bear their burden. It seems unfair, but what it does give you is extraordinary power if you know how to work with it and invest. Investment is the key with this house, whether it be money or transmuting pain into something great.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mercury opposite mercury in synastry is exhausting imo. Everyone says it’s square you should watch out for but nah. You guys just don’t understand each other, and it comes off as a really judgemental vibe. For instance, As a Leo Mercury every time I meet an Aquarius Mercury I feel super on edge because I feel judged for being “too dramatic”. At the same time, I am constantly questioning how they can be so cool, calm and collected at all times… it’s okay to freak out over minor issues from time to time, it’s fun!

[drdemonprince]

If it feels like you are not getting enough quality time with your partner or enough of their sexual attention, you should ask to get a little bit more of those things. If your partner's more free-wheeling approach to sex makes you feel defective in some way (less fun? less desirable? some other insecurity?) you can share those feelings with them to get some of the reassurance that you might need. And believe it or not, if you hate that your partner is fucking your friends and it consistently rubs you the wrong way no matter what you try to do to overcome it, you can ask them to stop.

Some of us are not wired for the loosey-goosey version of polyamory where people have sex with lots of folks and can fuck friends of theirs casually and sit at a kitchen table with all of their partners’ partners. It is actually quite common for nonmonogamous people to feel safer when their dynamic is guided by some rules and boundaries, because those things can uphold the specific and special place you have within a partner’s life.

I have known many polyamorous people with strict “no fucking my friends” rules or the power to issue a veto over whom their partner dates. Some people have a set calendar of dates with their primary partner that are non-negotiable, or ask that their partners only see new people once, to prevent romantic entanglements from forming. But even if it wasn’t common to set these kinds of guidelines, you would still get to, because this is your relationship and you and your partner are the ones that make it what it is.

I think it is very important for all nonmonogamous people to realize that you actually can be unfair in your relationships. If somebody truly cares about you and wishes to make a space for you in their life, that does actually require that they clear the way. The polyamorous cliche is that love is unlimited, but I still don’t understand how that can be true, unless we see love as a completely abstract, almost imaginary spirit-force that has no connection to how individuals live their actual lives. The way we show our love is with actions and choices. Our time, attention, emergency contacts, and housing space are not infinite. We all make sacrifices and compromises for the ones we love, and the demands their lives place on us right now.

You can be nonmongamous and be a demanding, jealous, needy, selfish bitch. You really can! This is your life, these are your relationships, and your actual feelings ought to exist in them.

So what would your ideal nonmonogamous arrangement look like, Anon? Here are some areas in which you might want to make demands — or to put it in a less combative way, aspects of the relationship that you and your partner might want to more openly negotiate.

Time: How often would you be comfortable with your partner seeing other partners? How frequently do you want to see other people?

Activities: What ways of spending time together do you want to be exclusive to just your partner and you? What restaurants, hobbies, clubs, or TV shows do you want to be just “yours”?

Places: Is it okay for your partner to bring a date to your house? Do you want to be able to host, or should sex and romance with other people happen outside of your home? Are there any places that should be “off limits” for bringing other partners?

Sex: How often do you want to have sex with your partner? Are there any sex or kink acts you want to keep exclusive to just your partner and you? What sex do you each want that you aren’t getting in your relationship?

Inclusion in life: How much should other partners know about your personal life? Is it okay for your partner to call them during an emergency? Can your partner talk about you to other partners? Do you want to be able to introduce other partner as partners to your loved ones or other friends?

Love & commitment: Can your partner tell other partners that they love them? Buy them Valentine’s Day gifts or make grand romantic gestures? Do you want your other relationships to be able to romantically progress toward emotional intensity or some kind of commitment? Or do you not?

I imagine that a lot of these questions feel forbidden, especially if you’re read all the standard polyamory workbooks and follow a ton of polyamorous therapists/influencers online. People like to say that you can’t control the love of your partner, but our close relationships develop and grow based upon our choices, and you very much can ask that your partner not make choices that leave you feeling sidelined.

We don’t just tumble into deep, loving relationships randomly, we decide to spend long stretches of time with a person, expose our psychological wounds to them, show up when they’re hurting, buy them gifts, answer their texts before other people’s, take them to places special to us, listen to the music from their teenaged years, and send them videos of us jerking off into their panties. And we can decide not to do any one of those things if another partner asks us to. Or we can refuse. Either way, it’s better to have the conflict.

I wrote all about the mess of real, human nonmonogamy -- and why it's so much sexier than the dispassionate, therapized polyamory of all the self-help books. You can read the full piece for free here.

[ooooo-mcyt]

The thing that gets me is that Grian has such a simple desire for a relationship.

He wants a partner who wants him and who will help him with all the necessary labor of life and being in a relationship. Which is kind of the bare minimum for a serious partner in a lot of ways.

But Grian also..doesn't seem to think this is attainable, given how he keeps getting drawn to people who don't meet his incredibly simple standards.

The big people Grian is consistently drawn to are Scar and Mumbo, who I'd consider Grian's main partners throughout the series.

Grian has been very explicit about being unhappy with Scar (no matter how much they may care about each other). How much Scar wants him varies from season to season but Grian rarely feels secure in knowing Scar wants him; in Third Life, Grian pretty much thought Scar would betray him the whole time (which scar did) and in Double Life, Scar very overtly didn't care that they were soulmates or want to live together. Equally important is the way Grian feels like Scar isn't a "real partner", how he feels like Scar forces him to do too much labor and how being with Scar is more like "having a toddler" than living with a partner. Grian frequently has to push Scar to get the kind of help he wants and even when he does get Scar to 'help' him, Scar will willfully misinterpret his instructions or mess up the job (whether this is intentional or on accident is situational and debatable) or on rare occasions 'punish' him for it (the powdered snow).

On the other hand we have Mumbo, who very much does want Grian, but I'd argue this is often pushed too far. Mumbo's obsession is mutual in many ways and Grian generally liked it when Mumbo is clingy with him. But, especially in Wild Life, Mumbo pushes too far to a point where Grian is noticeably uncomfortable with Mumbo's jealousy and possessive behavior when it dips into him being hostile toward Grian, accusing Grian of lying to him or not being loyal to the group when Grian so much as leaves his sight. And while Mumbo is more self sufficient than Scar in some ways, he also has a habit of blaming Grian for everything to an unfair degree, expecting Grian's constant help and support (and getting suspicious if grian doesn't offer it immediately) and then blaming Grian when anything goes wrong, which puts an immense burden on Grian.

(grian has other partners throughout the series but i focus on these two because they're the ones grian is most consistently drawn back to and are the ones i think matter the most to him)

None of which is to say I think Scar or Mumbo are Bad People. I love them, and as flawed as they can be, they have their own complex mix of positive traits and traumas. I want to be clear I'm absolutely not trying to say they're just Bad Toxic Abusive People or something, because they're not. Nor is Grian a perfect partner to either of them for that matter.

But I don't feel like either of them are particularly good for Grian in the life series (hermitcraft is a completely different world when it comes to literally all relationship analysis) and it pains me that Grian is drawn to them so frequently even though he doesn't feel fully happy with them. Because I feel like there's this sense that Grian doesn't feel like he can find anyone better for him. Like Grian feels like his very simple standards are impossible to meet and his best bet is just picking someone and either dealing with the ways they're not good for him or trying to fix them (which of these he does often just depends on how tired he is tbh). And that's sad to me.

[amphibiahawks321]

[A quiet night at New Meridian—Dahlia sits on a chair elegantly in a secluded private room, legs crossed, sipping wine with a sly smile]

[Dahlia checks the clock on the wall, an instant sly smile appears on her face—Y/N walks in the room]

Black Dahlia : Well, well~... If it isn't my favorite sweetheart, right on time as Always, I was afraid you'd forgotten about me...

M!Reader : Chuckles... Not a chance, I just figured you'd be too busy today, hearing your mission for the day was quite exhausting

[Dahlia's eyes glinting, narrowing her eyes all over Y/N]

Black dahlia : Hmm… You're not wrong, But I always make time for someone who's bold enough to flirt with fine women with a loaded gun

[Y/N walks over to her, grinning]

M!Reader : Only because I know the gun wouldn't fire... Well... at me, anyway

[Dahlia Chuckles, brushing a finger under Y/N's chin, caressing it gently]

Black dahlia : Chuckles... It's so unfair you always know what to say to me, don't you?~

[Dahlia kept on caressing his chin–along with Y/N's lips, Both staring at each other for a moment in silent as dahlia began to smirk wider while staring up at him]

[Y/N noticing the smirk on her face–letting out a sigh but can't help but let out a chuckle right after]

M!Reader : You... Really enjoy when I do that don't you?

Black dahlia : Something still feels a bit empty...

[Y/N began slowly sitting on her lap, forward, as Y/N began wrapping both his arms around her neck–as both staring at each other eyes, Dahlia letting out a seductive chuckle]

Black dahlia : Sighs... It's almost unfair how much you know what I like, belove~

[Dahlia removed her hand from his chin and began grabbing his waist—earning a jolt from him]

Black dahlia : Oh, darling… you’re trembling, Is it fear? Or… anticipation?

M!Reader : Chuckles... You already have the answer for that

[Dahlia leans in near his ear, lips brushing his ear and with a whisper]

Black dahlia : lay down on the fucking desk~

[thislovintime]

Backstage in Salt Lake City, May 17, 1968. Photo by Henry Diltz.

Requested — a semi-brief overview of the Tork-Nesmith musical dynamic. “I have a great deal of respect for Mike as a musician and a songwriter. He’s very good. He could make it on his own easily. Also he’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.” - Peter Tork, Flip, August 1967 “Mike’s a song writer, one of the best in the country.” - Peter Tork, The San Francisco Examiner, November 23, 1968 Q: “Being that your tastes were similar, and you both were the first to leave the group, why didn’t you form a group with Peter Tork?” Michael Nesmith: “I don’t like Peter Tork — never have liked him, I don’t like him as a man. I have to qualify that now: Me not liking somebody doesn’t mean that they’re bad people — he could do a lot of wonderful things for and to me. Not liking someone to me is a very gut reaction — a very visceral attitude. The first reaction to Peter was one of dislike. I don’t like him, I have never liked him, and I probably will never like him. I didn’t enjoy playing in a band with Peter, and I still don’t. Our tastes were much the same, our political beliefs were similar, our ideas of fun, pleasure, our intellectual capacity, our ability to talk to each other — we were very much alike. I have a great respect for Peter — his technical abilities on an instrument and the positions he took were well conceived ideas, always a posture with a motive, never emotional. I don’t like my mother. She happens to be a very nice lady — never done anything that would make me not like her — but I don’t. I like my wife.” - Hit Parader, February 1972 “There are two common and, to me, repugnant notions about the Monkees. Number one, that I was the only one who had any talent, which is patently absurd. It’s as unfair and as unkind as it is stupid. The other one is that I was the only musician. I wasn’t the only musician and I wasn’t much of a musician. Peter was a much more skillful player than I was by some orders of magnitude. He wasn’t a singer nor was he a writer. What I was able to do was write tunes — I could sort of pull those out of a hat. But they weren’t very good, were they? I mean, they were the tunes that were on the show from time to time, so that’s what made them seem better than they were.” - Michael Nesmith, Monkees Tale “Everyone was accomplished — the notion I was the only musician is one of those rumors that got started and won’t stop — but it was not true. Peter was a more accomplished player than I by an order of magnitude, Micky and Davy played and sang and danced and understood music.” - Michael Nesmith, Rolling Stone, March 8, 2012 “When I heard that frail banjo over the top of my 12-string [on ‘You Told Me’], I thought, ‘Boy, this is good. This is really, really good.’” - Michael Nesmith, YouTube, 2019 “Well, I’ve never been really close with Michael [Nesmith] for some reason. You know, I have a lot of respect for him and admiration. But somehow we’ve never integrated. We’ve never been warm with each other. We worked together and did pretty well at it really." - Peter Tork, Clevescene, March 13, 2017

[giurochedadomani]

I think John and Bob should be wildly supportive of the same football team. This is mainly bc they're the two (not ex frozen) Americans of the team and also bc I need them to bond about not life or death situations. Maybe they weren't die hard fans before joining the team, but they discover that they root for the same team and it becomes their thing.

Both love to have this little hobby with each other, it makes them feel included. It's very proper and macho, I just feel in my bones that John would use something like that to make friends. Also I think Bob is hyper aware of how he's perceived and spirals about it and I can picture John using this to get him to relax a bit-- and finding hilarious as hell when Bob freely celebrates a goal (?) or when he complains about something unfair happening to their team.

And I just kind of can imagine them maintaining a tradition of watching matches both in the times Bob is feeling good and okay and the times he's feeling bad. Or using it as a starter point to have more serious, vulnerable conversations.

Also I don't have any idea of sports, much less American ones, so beautiful fandom ppl, pls tell me if Bob and John should be fans of that or that team or if there's some football competition they should follow on tv.

[lacevenom]

୨୧ you have a shy cat who instantly loves the pack headcanon.☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳

PAIRING : wolf pack x reader!

SUMMARY : request here

୨୧ JACOB

he’s already cocky, but when your shy little cat who usually runs and hides under the bed jumps into his lap like they’ve known each other for years? his ego inflates tenfold.

“oh, she knows an alpha when she sees one.”

jacob starts calling himself the “cat whisperer” and insists the two of them are soulmates. he starts bringing her little gifts like toys, and she sleeps on his chest during naps. she even rides on his shoulders sometimes like a parrot.

୨୧ EMBRY

embry absolutely melts. he was so careful walking in, like, “don’t scare her, don’t scare her” but she just walks up, rubs against his legs, and meows for attention!

his heart explodes.

“she chose me. did you see that? she chose me!”

he becomes her second favorite person and constantly talks to her like she’s a baby. he’ll even facetime you just to show her doing something random like napping:

“she’s loafing again, look at her little paws!”

୨୧ PAUL

paul is kind of stunned.

he’s used to animals being nervous around him because of his energy, so he expects your cat to bolt but she just sits in front of him, stares, and lets him pet her like it’s no big deal.

he becomes weirdly obsessed.

“she’s my girl now, sorry babe.”

you’ll find him laid out on the couch with the cat sleeping on his stomach, both of them dead asleep. and when he’s mad or tense from a shift, she’ll crawl into his lap and instantly calm him down. she’s like his little emotional support cat.

୨୧ QUIL

quil goes full silly uncle mode.

he’s baby-talking her immediately “who’s a good tiny panther?? you are!”

and the cat loves it. she chirps at him and follows him around the house. quil starts calling the two of you his “girls.”

he lets her perch on his head or sit in the sink while he shaves. they watch cartoons together. one time, he built her a pillow fort. she loves him so much she even tolerates claire when she visits and Claire is loud.

୨୧ SETH

this boy is over the moon.

he didn’t want to get his hopes up because he knows cats can be picky, but the moment she rubbed her face on his leg, he gasped like he’d just been proposed to.

“she LOVES me!!”

he becomes so protective over her. brings her treats, grooms her fur with a little brush he keeps in his pocket, and even talks to her about his day.

“you’ll never believe what leah said to me today, it was so unfair—what do you think, y/c/n?”

୨୧ JARED

jared immediately assumes they’re best friends.

the cat confirms it by climbing into his lap and licking his hand once.

“that’s basically a kiss. i’m her dad now.”

he starts narrating her inner thoughts in a dramatic voice, like she’s a tiny evil mastermind.

“she’s planning something. look at her eyes. pure chaos.”

whenever you’re out and he offers you to babysit your cat he sends you videos of her sleeping captioned. “her majesty rests. long live the queen.”

୨୧ LEAH

she plays it cool, but she’s shocked.

usually animals are skittish around her energy, but your cat walks right up and climbs into her lap like she’s found her long lost mom.

leah’s whole face softens.

“she’s got good taste.”

at first, she pretends she doesn’t care but you catch her buying fancy treats, hand sewing a little blanket, and reading on the couch while your cat snuggles up next to her.

they have this quiet, understanding bond. no baby talk. no weird games. just curled up in mutual peace, side by side like kindred spirits.

୨୧ SAM

he’s the most surprised, honestly.

his alpha energy usually makes animals avoid him but your cat? she walks right over, flops on her side, and shows her belly.

he just sits there stunned like, “did i pass the vibe check?”

from then on, he takes his “step cat dad” duties very seriously. makes sure her food bowl is always full, double-checks the litter box, and calls her princess like it’s her official title.

he even tries to teach the pack “proper cat etiquette” which they completely ignore though

[foreverromanticising]

for a long time - ln4

four: scared of my guitar - olivia rodrigo

lando norris x fem!oc | 3k words | notes: pls listen as you read, and sorry for the wait on this one, real life took over for a moment but im BACK and so are our babies | pls lmk ur thoughts | prev chapter.

Summer 2022 - Monaco.

Dating Charles was fun; it was easy, and lighthearted, and casual. Phoebe hadn’t sought this connection out, she hadn’t been looking for any fun over the summertime, but it certainly helped pass the time whilst she was in Monaco. He was kisses that tasted like the pastry he had just split with her, sweet and lingering; moreish as she couldn’t help but take another bite. 

They spent their days lounged on Charles’ balcony, limbs intertwined and sticky with the coconut scented suncream he fawned over. The sun would blister down upon them no matter the location, bodies glistening with sweat but not one of them dared to take a step back - rather, an active choice was made to keep each other close. Clingy, some would argue, but Phoebe craved touch, no matter who it was from, to feel a connection.

The dinner date that Charles had promised remained hanging in the air between them: they just hadn’t found the time for it, not yet. Though, that didn’t stop Charles from bringing it up every time he saw Phoebe, reminding her that he wanted her more than beneath his sheets once the sun had set. 

Of course, Phoebe revelled in her time with Charles, never once had she turned down an invitation from him - whether it be to the patisserie across the street from his apartment for a pastry or a hike along the Monegasque hills. Everything had been simple, easy, and the further the dinner date he promised got away, the more Phoebe questioned if she even wanted that.

The next step between them, almost.

Phoebe had time to think, time she never had when she first agreed to step into Charles’ world; when she hadn’t thought twice about slipping into his Ferrari that night. It was too much, perhaps, for her to have anything more than something casual with him. She wouldn’t stay in Monaco for much longer, knowing she had to settle down with an office job somewhere, and she wouldn’t be able to attend every race, she could hardly manage a handful year for now.

And, if she were to visit Monaco more frequently and spend more time in the paddock, it would be for Lando. 

She knew it was unrealistic, selfish maybe, to want anything more serious with Charles. It was unfair to him for he wouldn’t be able to have someone by his side, constantly, as he wanted and she wouldn’t allow herself to be tied down like that. Not yet. But nothing was serious, they floated between lines and labels, so she allowed herself to spend her summer having fun and bathing in the attention he offered her.

It was summer after all, there was no harm in a fling.

She felt relaxed with her choices, content in her decision to fool around with Charles until she found herself laying atop of Lando’s bed, scrolling mindlessly on her phone whilst Lando ran around the room packing a bag and getting ready for a game of padel that evening. Her phone pinged, fighting against the sound of Lando rustling through clothes, tossing away what he didn’t want to wear instead of folding it back into his wardrobe.

Charles.

Be ready for 7pm, I’ll pick you up

Wear something pretty, something fancy

“Lando, help.” She shot up from the bed, eyes filled with fear as they flicked between her phone screen and Lando, who stood at the end of the bed with his arms stuck in a hoodie. He had immediately froze his movements when he heard the panic in her voice, ready to spring into whatever she needed.

“W-what? Are you okay?” He pulled his head through his hoodie, rushing over to her with the same fear now struck in his own eyes.

“I don’t have any fancy clothes, not here.” She swung her phone around to face him. A wave of relaxation washed over Lando as he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding in once he realised the situation wasn’t as dire as he thought.

“Jesus, fuck, I thought you were dying,” He went back to his duffel bag that rested by Phoebe’s feet, zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder. “You’ve got plenty of clothes, you’re fine.”

“I don’t have any, I didn’t bring any.” Phoebe quickly corrected him, watching as he took small steps towards the door, trying to slip out and head to his padel game.

Had this been any other emergency situation, he would’ve held her hand through it and been there to help. But this was a date with Charles, and he didn’t really feel like helping Phoebe choose an outfit for such an event.

“Wear that little red dress, with the tiny bow and the flowers,” Lando acted like he had thought of a random dress of hers, rhyming it off like it was nothing, but the image of her walking along the marina beside him in it hadn’t left his mind for more than five minutes since he had seen her wear it. “That was pretty, like, really.”

“It’s not fancy, Lando.” She groaned and almost sped to the guest room she had claimed as her own, the doors of her closer flung open as she scanned all of her clothing that she had packed for their short few weeks together.

“Doesn’t matter, y’looked hot.” He muttered beside her, duffel bag long gone as he stood beside her and carded his hands through every piece of clothing she had in his home. The words had slipped past his mouth before he had a chance to think twice about it, his eyes flickered over to gauge any reaction from Phoebe but she was far too focussed on the task at hand to have paid more than a second to his words.

Five minutes had passed whilst the two held up a variety of different articles of clothing, humming to each one before ultimately deciding it simply wasn’t right. Lando had shot the boys a quick text message, asking if they could postpone their padel game for an hour or two - eternally grateful to see that Carlos and Alex were also running equally as late.

“I don’t even want to go, what am I doing?” She moved onto rattling through her shoes, maybe she could build an outfit around her shoes? She’d heard people do that, right?

“What? What’d y’mean you don’t wanna go?” Lando took ahold of her arm, his touch soft but firm, to slow her down and force her attention back onto him. 

“I dunno, I was just thinking about it- and I don’t have anything to wear, so what’s the point?” She let herself relax under his touch, the gentle stroke of Lando’s thumb against her skin as he fidgeted with the strap of her tank top. 

Her answer wasn’t enough for him, and she knew that. He wanted more, he wanted to know what she actually meant - how she felt. He wanted her real answer, not the answer that she gave him in hopes to shut him up. He looked at her, face stern and wordless, but he didn’t have to say anything. She knew what he meant without so much as a word spoken.

“I dunno, me and Charles? I just don’t think it’s the smartest idea,” She shrugged, still unsure of how she felt but trying to express herself nonetheless. “I mean, realistically, it wouldn’t work, right? I have to go back to reality soon and he’s got to fly around the world, we’re far too different.”

“You realise most of the couples in the paddock are different like that, they’re not together all the time,” He could understand the anxiety that radiated off of Phoebe in waves, he shared in those same fears one way or another, but he knew there was more to their lives that plain anxieties surrounding relationships in the paddock. “If you want to make it work, then it works. It doesn’t matter how far away you are from each other, you know you’re gonna come home together.”

“I still don’t think we’re the type of people who make that work, or maybe he is. But I don’t think I am.” She’d spent nights laid in Charles’ arms, these same thoughts plaguing her mind as she tried to push them down, to push them away.

He was good to her, too good. But she knew this wasn’t what she wanted, not really - she was confused but she’d hoped that a few more nights together would force that happiness into her. Everything with Charles was fine, it was just nice, and he cared. He cared enough to know how she took her coffee, having it ready for when she woke up. He cared enough to learn her favourite songs so he could have them queued whenever she would be in his car. He had made sure to have the shampoo she liked in his shower, just in case.

He was starting to know her, truly understand her, and she wanted to run for the hills in the opposite direction. 

Years of hard work had gone into where Phoebe was in her life; years of her life spent at university and internships and work experience. She had read shelves of books, spent nights with her hand cramped in an awful position as a result of how much she had written, and she had gone many sleepless nights trying to perfect yet another essay. And she wasn’t willing to throw that away for the first man that was ready to sweep her off of her feet.

She wouldn’t allow herself to stand on the sidelines and watch the success in Charles’ life, not when she craved that same success in her own. She needed to go out and chase what she wanted, and spending every weekend in the paddock wasn’t the way to do that.

“I don’t want to be tied down to anything, not right now. I’m looking at jobs, good ones, and I’m gonna have to move away for them- I don’t know where I’m gonna end up but I know it’s not gonna be in Monaco.” This was the first time Phoebe had mentioned this to Lando. She had only just finally stopped running around, chasing her own tail, and now she was letting him know she would be leaving him again. She didn’t know where yet, but she knew it would be somewhere far. 

“You don’t think you should maybe tell Charles?” Lando dropped his hand from her shoulder, trying to hide the pain that shot through his chest after hearing she was going to be leaving again. He knew this was inevitable, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon. “He’s got a right to know.”

“I know he does, I just haven’t found the right moment.” Phoebe had wanted to tell Charles as soon as she realised how she felt but how could she? He told her endlessly of how she brightened his days and brought a smile to his face, how dare she strip that away from him?

“Maybe before your big fancy dinner he’s spent planning for you.” Lando’s heart ached for Charles in that moment; how he could have Phoebe in the palm of his hand but nothing he could do was enough to make her stay. He respected her choice to be her own person but he wasn’t sure if he would survive if he had been in Charles’ shoes.

“You don’t think I should go?” She was rather taken aback by his sharp, blunt words but she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t understand where he was coming from.

“No, I think you should let him come and pick you up, and you tell him straight. Don’t let the guy take you out on some fancy fucking date whilst you’re sat thinking about how you’re gonna end it- that’s just mean.” He would never judge Phoebe for any choices she made, but if he could help redirect her path then he would. Lando would never fault her for simply exploring her feelings but he would help her out of the hole she had dug for herself.

And so, the pair sat quietly on Lando’s sofa - the atmosphere of anxiety rife within the air. Lando offered to wait until Charles appeared before heading off to his padel game. He watched as Phoebe’s leg shook, his hand coming to rest on her knee, to calm her. Really, he knew Charles would be okay; he would bounce back soon enough. But he knew she would never dream of purposefully hurting someone’s feelings. Soon enough, Lando’s doorbell rang for Charles - ever the gentleman - would never simply beep his car horn from outside when coming to see Phoebe.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lando said as he stood up, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder as he was ready to slip out of the front door whilst letting the Monegasque boy inside. “It’s better you tell him now than resenting him a few years down the line. You deserve some time on your own, to explore who you are.” With that, he opened his front door as he and Charles swapped places, a brief hello before Lando was gone and Charles was sat on the same spot on the sofa.

Phoebe had to trust that what Lando has said was true, that this was for the best, as she let Charles down. Gently, nonetheless, but still it had never been her intention.

Whilst Phoebe was facing one of the most uncomfortable conversations she had ever had, Lando was finally headed to his original plans for the night. Padel was meant to be used for relaxing, for letting go, and allowing the worries of the day to fade with every thwack of the ball. But Lando had been playing for an hour and he hardly felt any better than he had when he left his apartment that morning. He could feel the tensions knot in his back, his neck, his shoulders. His hands felt tight and his eyes fogged after every hit of the ball; his hits becoming ever so slightly more aggressive with every movement. 

Usually, a padel game would be filled with laugher and barking remarks across the court, sarcastic chats flung between boys, and Lando usually bathed in this environment. He craved these moments of light hearted banter between his friends, but he couldn’t help his mind of swirling thoughts, not enough to shut off his thoughts and focus on the game at hand. He remained silent once the boys had started playing, focusing on the action of the sport rather than the camaraderie that followed alongside it.

“You’re in your head, hm?” Carlos said to Lando as they began to pack away their belongings, unable to bear the silence between them any longer. 

“I’m fine.” Lando brushed off the small accusation, busying himself with taking a sip of water and trying to ignore the prying stares from George and Alex across the court.

“You always lie to me, you think I haven’t realised yet?” Carlos tutted as he looked directly through Lando. He would argue he knew the younger boy better than he knew himself.

“I’m not lying to you, I really am fine.” Lando dug his car keys out of his bag, swinging them around his fingers absentmindedly to keep himself busy, even if only slightly.

“It’s about your girl, isn’t it?” Carlos hummed in amusement as he watched the boy pick up his pace, walking quicker and away from him. “What’re her and Charles up to tonight? Little romantic walk, maybe a candlelit dinner?”

“She’s ending things between them,” He stopped in his path, turning to face Carlos. “Tonight, she’s just- I dunno, they’re over.”

“And this is good! This is a good thing- why do you not seem happy about this?” Whilst Lando hadn’t explicitly mentioned his feelings for Phoebe to Carlos, he didn’t have to, they were as clear as day. It was a sort of unspoken agreement, an understanding, and that was enough between the men.

“‘Cause it’s not ‘cause she doesn’t like Charles, she does, I think,” Lando shrugged his shoulders, unsure of the fine details. “She’s leaving again, and doesn’t know where she’s going, just knows that she’s going somewhere. I mean, she’s only just back and I get it, but she doesn’t want to be tied down or anything. Doesn’t want a boyfriend, doesn’t want anything, ‘till she’s properly settled somewhere.” 

“You’ve waited this long so you just keep waiting.” Carlos spoke as though his words were obvious, confused as to why Lando hadn’t understood this just yet.

“What?” However, Lando didn’t understand. He didn’t have much of a clue as to what Carlos meant.

“You wait ‘till she’s settled, a nice job, a nice apartment- you wait ‘till she’s ready then you tell her. You know how much you hated seeing her with Charles, don’t let it happen again.” Carlos refused to sit around and watch Lando simply pine after Phoebe for any longer, knowing there was a rather accessible solution.

Lando stayed silent for a moment, letting the words mull over in his mind as he thought about what Carlos had proposed; what it would mean for him and Phoebe but knowing it seemed to make sense. He let himself sit back and watch Phoebe run around with Charles but it hadn’t meant he had enjoyed it.

“Yeah- you’re right, like yeah, fuck it- why should I wait around?” The words embedded themselves under Lando’s skin, finally making sense to him. “Once she’s found her feet, I’ll tell her.” 

[truthprevail]

Stupid girl, why would she wait? Why should she wait? Sae's heart is weighed in equal measures of guilt and gratitude; heavy, yet levitating — the heart in itself is a paradox, something that she could never quite understand no matter how many books her eyes laboriously poured over through the late nights. Words can only convey so much. Yet, ironically enough, words are her in her arsenal of weapons — but only the cruelty, the bluntness, the vicious bite of eloquently articulated sentimentalities are readily accessible. This tenderness is foreign, it's only ever been for her younger sister who relies on her and even that strikes a stark contrast when compared against the strange, erratic nature of this.

Her rational mind insists she rebuffs the promise of waiting. The moral conscience in her twinges, flinches, and cringes with every moment Sae chooses to delay her obligation of speaking the truth. It's unfair. It's unjust. It's unreasonable. Yet, Sae Niijima ignores her rational mind... ignores her compulsive need to be the paragon of eldest children — the parentified child, the sister-turned-mother due to the circumstances imposed upon her. For once, she wants to be selfish.

❝ ...Foolish girl. ❞ Her voice rasps, the soft smile on her lips evident in the affectionate lilt of her words. Eyes close, lips pressing upon the crown of auburn. Every breath she takes, she inhales Kotone's presence. It's real. It's all her's. Just for this moment, Sae Niijima has something that is truly and wholly her's... and she isn't certain if she's deserving of it. ❝ Thank you... for being patient. ❞

She decides she wants to hold her a little longer. After all, it might be a long time before she can again. With Golden Week coming to an end, and her new job starting after — there's a very real possibility that they wouldn't see each other for a while. The thought of that made her chest ache, as if she'll miss the other... if anything, she feels a little bit pathetic for even thinking such thoughts.

❝ ... Where are you going after you leave Inaba? ❞ Softly, she inquires; they haven't done any catching up yet, since Kotone went straight for the heart of the matter. The past two years... a lot of things have happened in both their lives and Sae wants to know.

How... how dense could one be? No, no. It's not her fault. It's... just who she is. The problem fully lies in Kotone, who expects a ten thousand flower-filled bouquet to be reciprocated in its totality. It was a struggle, after all. Dealing with new feelings was sometimesーnoーalways complicated. To a degree, the Universe herself does not feel as if she deserves something like this. After all, what comes after saving the world? What of the promises forged then? The catalyst for her resurrection to begin with?

It feels like a fleeting dream. Only she could lay out her heart bare as she had nothing left to lose. Cognizant of the fate that beheld her when she passes, the physicality of the world seems to blend with the mess left by Philemon on her thoughts. If only they knew the price she paid for their wishes. Would they have wished otherwise if they knew? Kotone doesn't want to knowーdoesn't want them to regret their newfound resolve to live for tomorrow. Hence, she walks deteriorating.

The only anchor she has with reality now is the woman she holds tight in her arms. She knows the tears are staining the other's outfit, but she can't help it. Sae Niijima was the only person who had lovingly pierced the lie she had carefully crafted for all, and to have it ripped away & then become an amalgamation of all the people she's been up to that point is crushing. Confusing, even. Kotone floats along the life she has been cursed gifted with determination. To have been given a reason to live, a reason to die, then have that entire wave within the sea of her mind overridden by a tsunami of calculated pragmatism was... crushing.

In a way, it was unfair to have pushed such a burden on Sae.

Could she try again? From the start? With everyoneーa true glimpse into the woman she is? Gone, the unstoppable cheer & in comes the sardonic quips of a woman too tired for her age? Would everyone still care? Still love her? The answer lays in her mind, but even then the shadows of her mind seem to engulf her thoughts worse than the gruesome blobs of disaster.

Perhaps... she needs a new answer.

"Stupid... I'll wait," Kotone chooses her words carefully as hesitation drips from her voice. "I'll... I'll wait until you're ready," clairvoyant in a way that transcends language. "But... you... you can't leave me. I'll wait for your answer. When I finally get it, I'll give you everything. If you say no, I'll be free from you and you'll be free from me. If you say yes, I will give everything I can possibly give...

But for now... I'll wait. I'll wait for you. S-So... even if you leave me again, I know you have that in your might. I love you, Sae. I..." her hands grip the back of the lawyer's shirt tight enough that if she had longer nails they would be digging into her skin. "I love you too much that it hurts. That's why... I'll wait. B-But... I'm not going to stop trying until you finally get tired of me. I want your heart to have my name tattooed on it whether it's a yes or a no, just to show that someone will always love you," she sniffs, a soft heave to recuperate her breath following.

"So... I'll wait; wait as long as you need me to."

[inkyclone99]

Hunter’s types are big soft men and women that can beat him to death. Relatable.

And Ofc it goes both ways. How could it ever?

Throuple with big tiddies is a good dynamic.

[rosewalkersjayaforever]

I completely agree with all points, but I think it is unlikely that this hypocrite, an "innocent victim" will understand and will continue this to the end, considering it justice. She replied to me in private messages here before blocking me, as she always does with other people who really agree with this, her little fans will not understand the whole essence of the situation. I already wanted to answer her: "Fuck, are you really fucked up or what? 😂😂😂Opinion and hate are different concepts, you should have known this long ago at the age of 18, especially since (April's stans) they are much more adequate than April's haters. Or are you one of those people who hates the character because of his fans? I'll make a post about you anyway, so go fuck yourself, bitch" but I didn't have time, Jess herself may really want to fuck around, complaining to someone to be supported, and we were considered bad, unfair and cruel. In general, wait for a new post about it, I'm going to explain everything there clearly in each chain so that people can finally understand what it is and it's not normal 🙌

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⚠️⚠️⚠️ !! Swearing !! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

This post is not trying to offend anyone, but just wants to express his opinion (really an opinion without hate, swearing, quarrels and other shit, ahem, ahem)

Perhaps, if people come here, of course, the question will arise, what is the problem? Just shoots ninja turtles or makes them in a gacha life/club that has its own OC

It's not that at all, guys, but that this girl has a certain dislike for April, okay, if I didn't like a character who doesn't even exist, of course it's not my place to get involved with these people, especially with April 2012 haters. But this person literally turned her into a bitch, spoiling the character's character/nature, just like April herself.

Even on YouTube there were discussions, or videos where she just wants to "smear April's head against the wall, kill her, let her die, and so on or anything," Forgetting that she is a teenager, and they tend to react like that, especially not every girl, especially a teenager "sweet/cute, sensitive, innocent, sweety" And every teenager behaves differently, but it seems to her and these haters that they absolutely do not understand this."

She has a big dislike, throwing mud at April 2012, proving that April is a weak, useless trash, again these pathetic arguments with manipulation, how April "plays with the feelings of other guys (Donnie and Casey) You probably didn't watch tmnt well or even know tmnt, April is not such a fucking bitch, she's not manipulative, she doesn't give a damn about everyone, she wouldn't do anything to Donnie (Especially the video where she scratched him, she cares to him too, not hating!)

If you call it an "opinion" at all, it's really similar.

Ah yes, hate ≠ just don't like, right? :]

And the funny thing is that she contradicts herself by saying that April is "weak, especially with super powers, they shouldn't have given her", and she has a lot of female characters, especially since her Ellie has abilities herself, how are they all so powerful, like gods, everyone hates April and kicks her ass? Do you understand what it smells like?)) That's right, double standards, Mary Sue and the reaction of a typical little girl no less than 12-13 years old, maybe even less, especially hates and spends time on a "fictional character"

And most importantly, it turns out that she by saying that if you don't like it, don't look, but somehow I don't care really, it's just that sometimes there is such a clear annoyance that someone else's OC is stronger than the original one/characters, especially training. Your Ellie just killed a Shredder the first time, she just killed a human! (I was interested in Donnie and April's reaction at that moment with the episode: "Monkey Brains") it took long and hard training and attempts for the turtles to fight Shredder himself, and here the typical left younger "Sister" of the Turtles just defeats the main villain without any chance, which really looks like Mary Sue, and You're rotting on April yourself.

Here's a tip for you, "dear", before you give advice to others, grow up yourself, and stop wasting on a fictional character, stop really bullying/abuse April 2012, showing how insensitive, rotten and vile a manipulator she is, she doesn't behave like that, it's the same if other leftist people take your character, like Ellie, they will also mock her too, changing her nature and your character, underestimating her abilities/powers, that she is kind of useless, and so on. Don't you think the same? And understand that this was not for the purpose of hatred, negativity, I just calmly explained to you, and you don't even have the right to hate the character of this creator, and you seem to hate her, but why are you copying your os characters from her, huh? Again, this is not intended to offend you. I hope that someday later you will understand this, grow up and stop doing this and not take it personally. 🙏

Bye!! ~👋:)

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[wikitpowers]

He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.

[cluescorner]

On my Earthspark wishlist is: Dot wielding Megatron in his gun-alt mode. Because I find the gun alt-mode fascinating because of what it can be used to portray and Megatron letting the person he trusts most wield him would rule. It's like the ultimate trust exercise. He's putting the power of destruction that he once misused into her hands and trusting her to only pull the trigger when it's needing. Meanwhile, Dot gets to be an action hero and demonstrate that she IS worthy of the trust Megatron has placed in her. We'd also get to see them interact a lot in interesting ways. How does Megatron react to this alt-mode and the fact that he has become a tool of destruction again after previously being a transport vehicle? Dorothy is comfortable wielding a gun, but how does the fact that she is literally holding her best friend in her hands affect the experience? Do they have some sort of psychic link while it's happening or is Dot just trusting that Megatron is ok with everything happening and Megatron trusting that Dot would know what he wants to do in a given situation?

Plus they would fuck shit up together and that would also rule.

[roocomehome]

I got inspired by @acuar-io (fae did this first) and @retrotrait (reminded me that fae did this which inspired me to do it)

If you don't recognize these two, good >:) The OC on the right is Jordynn, Roo's oldest sister, and the OC on the left is Sean, Jordynn's husband of ~10+ years (iirc). They're my favorite but least shared couple (was gonna do Roo and Leo, but we don't deserve a Reo kiss, and I'm holding off on showing Ithuriel and Nanels human look :))

I like to think Sean and Jordynn don't kiss as much as they do just press their faces against each other, just admiring their warm touch and their imperfect skin, Jordynn admiring the way Sean's stubble itches her face just right, and Sean admiring the way her face slightly twitches in amusement. They're both well off in looks for their age, but Jordynn shows more wear than Sean, and he loves that so much, he loves the way he can feel her wrinkles strengthen and lessen as they hold their faces together. Jordynn is hyperaware of Sean's body temperature and she loves the way she can feel the heat rise into his cheeks as they press their faces together, knowing that even in silence, just her being there is enough to make Sean affectionately burn up from ear to ear. Sometimes Jordynn has lipstick on and it smears all over Sean's face, and he remains completely unbothered, in fact he encourages it, painting her love all over his face <;)

If you'd like to do this, here's the picrew :)

[thelostgirl21]

Am I the only one that really struggles with the idea of Radskier's current relationship status being listed as "Ex-Lovers" in the shipping wiki, or...?