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moshieee · 5 months

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Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

Oh hi @bixell-pixell I'll include you even if we're not mutuals I think you're pretty chill all things considered

That's kinda it idk you that well

Anyways

You didn't specify so I'm going to list all my mutuals in the order of oldest to newest on my following page that I remember sorry of I missed anyone and for the @ s

*inhales*

@e-the-village-cryptid (I don't have a tag for e yet but it would probably just be E)

Not only the first person who I became friends with here but also the first one I ever started sharing my stories with, even if we don't talk too much I'm glad Every time we do and I see them on my dash, (they bring some of my favorite posts and when I do send posts sometimes I mix up and send them their own reblogs) I'm so glad we're still friends, thanks for letting me ramble about stuff for 6 hours hehe

@jaqofallgenders (no tag for jaq yet either)

my in person friend and the longest friendship I've ever had with someone, love you 🫶. I'll be more specific on Monday if our ADHD doesn't kick in and make us both forget

@strawberry-seal77 (seal-berry!!!)

Hi hi hi yellows my friend 👋 the person I consider to be the second ever friend I made on here, a lovely person as well and wait waaa and an amazing artist too 👀??? Love you silly goofball and the amazing posts and jokes you have we should chat more often I thinkith.

@rabid-mercenary16 (Rabid jumpscare)

Hey hey hey .... BWAMP! Hope you feel better soon

I probably have the most to say about Rabid but all try to make it a bit shorter. besides being the first artist to do art jokes and include me, with we also became mutuals and interacting around a time when my life started to get a lot better. Even if she's not the only factor in that I definitely associate her with stuff improving, and she did play a big factor in it (I already explained a lot on my Valentine's Day gift to her and the others). Also she's just an awesome person to spend time with and be goofy, amazing sense of humor and I just love being friends with such an awesome person and artist.

@dia-smthidk (Dia fren)

I'm assuming you don't want a bowl of soup

I also said a lot about them in my Valentine's Day gift, but we've become closer friends sense then even if we don't get to chat as much as I'd like to. I relate a lot and am surprised how we have so much in common. Amazing artist and person as well and I wish we could hang out more, idc if they think they're bringing down the mood when/if they bring stuff up about irl, and maybe I won't figure out their timezone but oh well, please take care of yourself gender sibling.

@bunnybunnsowo (BUN BUN BROTHER!!)

little brother 🫶🫶💝💞🫶✨👋❤️!!!

(I could have sworn we became mutuals before Dia?)

another person I shared a lot about with the Valentine's Day gift, I love you my little brother! Seriously one of the kindest people I've met and I'm so glad they have bug in his life. Bun deserves the world and they keep sending me opposum images!!! Gona die from cuteness and his kindness one of these days istg

@spookykittyzzz (greaah why don't I have a tag for you???)

A very kind person and artist I don't know too much sense we're not that close yet but love the few chats we have had so far. Hope we get to hang out more even if I'm awful at reaching out to others and saying hi.

@glitchyk (goop buddies)!!

Nooo the parallels

One of the first people who was interested to deep dive into my creations and ask about my stories and worlds They're probably competing with Rabid with how much I have to say about her/silly. Seriously it's incredible how much we have in common and now I get to share and collaborate our sonas stories together it's amazing. And as someone once said "you can yap for hours". I love how creative and clever they are, I just wish they would be kinder to herself. One day I'll make glichy see how awesome she is.

@unfunnyaceartist (Floridian disadvantage) I feel like I should change that

When I say I was shookith when ace asked to be friends I mean I was shookith first person so show up and ask that (the others kinda just happened). Amazing artist and don't believe her lies she is funny. I'm so heckn glad we're friends., love the goofy and silly idc if she's a bit of a simp they've helped me a lot start to understand slang and references I'm supposed to understand shhshsh (such is the curse of how I grew up) we need to make our mafia sonas interact at some point I can already imagine the chaos /silly

@neptunestoast (plushy slime)

Hugs hugs hugs*

Trying my best not to baby talk I swear. amazing person first person to show up and be like "hey I Wana do something for you and your friends". Love their humor and another gender sibling!!! Hugs for ever for as long as they're ok with it. I love their creativity as well and Noodle is so adorable. I just want to pick them up in a hug so much. Kibbity/silly

@ner5y (no tag woops ill figure something out)

What are you doing here??? How are we friends???

I was absolutely confused and startled when they followed me especially since it was during a spoons argument . Amazing artist like holy heck I wish I was allowed to curse on this blog. Their humor also took me by surprise when I got invited to the discord, and even if they doubt how well they're running it I think they're doing amazing. And I love our silly interactions like this one

@vexation-816 (chaotic ADHD buddy!!!)

Why did it take me so long to follow you istg

ADHD ADHD ADHD my buddy oh pal we both got that and it's driving us insane/silly. Love how creative he is and the ideas for his sona and character lore. Also one of the first people who shared a character they added to my nightlight au. This is getting twords the end and I'm tired of whiting so much and am on a timer oh no. But your amazing dude don't ever forget thag

@butlerbugbunny (anxiety bunny buddy)

This is why I didn't respond to the DM yet hshsh

New friend who I feel anxious talking to sometimes but a wonderful kind bunny who I'm also incredibly happy to be friends with. Love his art so much it's amazing (shoot shoot timer is going off) I'm glad he's their for bun and wish them the best I possibly can 🫶.

@lilithloves-you (lillith my be-loathed?) need to change that

Don't you dare bring up grilled cheese

Glitchys friendo who I'm also friends with now. We don't interact too much but I've sent her on missions to go hug glitchy (to help both of them feel better but shhh). I hope we become closer friends in the future.

#god this is a lot anyways im off to the store now #mutuals #E #seal-berry #Rabid jumpscare #bun bun brother #dia fren #goop buddies #Floridian disadvantage #plushy slime #anxiety bunny buddy #Lilith my be-loathed?

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epiclamer · 2 years

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HI. MIGHT I REQUEST SOMETHING I AM TOO LAZY TO WRITE MYSELF

Villain who is abused by their superiors and hero who finds out and brings them back to their place to are for them? 👀 i have seen the one you wrote with this trope (but switched) and i love it sm <33

Ahem- Thank you for your time, Have a great timezone!

I’m literally combusting.

Treaty

“You didn’t tell me…”

The villain huffed, pushing their hood back over their head as they leaned back. “What? Was I supposed to go singing it in the streets?”

Hero licked their lips nervously. This was a sensitive topic and Villains use of sarcasm only helped prove their insecurity.

“I asked you what happened last week and—”

“So. What.”

Villain snapped, eyes meeting their enemy’s as they spoke. “We’re villains, Hero. We aren’t kind. We aren’t caring and we’re far from anything even remotely close to a tight-knit family.”

They took a breath, calming their nerves to keep a level head. “I’m sorry, that you’re hurt because we don’t hug and kiss and laugh and mess around like you heroes do. But we have stricter rules here and you either live by them, or you die by them. That is it.”

The hero flinched, it was unexpected, but they couldn’t help themselves; Villains words cut deep like a blade.

It was, ultimately, true what they said. It was the way the system worked. Hero knew that, everyone knew that. But that didn’t mean that it was right.

“I don’t want you back out there.”

Villain stuttered to a stop, mouth opening with a witty remark or another painful truth, before they shut it again, waiting for clarification on the hero’s part. Not even the hero could believe what they were saying.

“I don’t want you going back to them. I don’t want you getting hurt again and I don’t…”

I don’t want to lose you.

It didn’t need to be said.

The criminal scoffed, it was meant to come off aloof, but they only sounded hurt. The pain in their voice was evident no matter how hard they tried to shake it off.

They turned to fiddling with the hem of their jacket to distract themselves, almost as if they were contemplating Hero’s offer of never heading home. “That’s rich coming from someone that likes to beat my ass on the weekly.”

Villain smirked, “Are my other ass kickings meddling with your schedule?” They blinked their puppy eyes at the hero. “I’ll make sure to change that right away, don’t you worry—”

“Why won’t you let me help you?”

All of the villain’s words seemed to catch in their throat, prompting what looked like a painful cough. “Excuse you—”

“You do this a lot. You avoid help. From me or anybody else, no matter the situation. Why?”

Once they had seemed to recollect themselves at the targeting question, they spoke. “Because I don’t need help. From you or anyone else, no matter the situation. That’s why.”

At first glance, the hero felt mocked, mocked for ever even trying to help. Mocked for having been so stupid. Of course, a villain wouldn’t want help. Why were they even trying?

Upon second thought, Hero realized that was exactly what Villain wanted them to think.

The crime-stopper took a step forwards, earning themselves a wary glare and a slight wince from the other. Villain didn’t actually expect them to hit them, right? “You do need help. Why won’t you accept it?”

The answer was on the tip of Villains tongue, Hero could practically see the tears brimming their eyes and the sobbing rant that was yet to escape them. Yet, the villain still held strong, barely showing any emotion as they confessed.

“Because I’m happy here, in my sick. Because I’m comfortable here, in my sick. Because I grew up in the sick and it’s the only thing I’ve ever known.”

Hero’s gut twisted, they could see the pain etched in their enemy’s every feature. They could see the will and the want to escape, but they wouldn’t.

Not because they couldn’t, but they simply wouldn’t.

“I don’t want it to get better.”

The hero broke before the villain did. A single tear sliding down their cheek as they imagined living a life where the best option was staying in a bad situation. Where the good was scarier than the bad.

“They abuse you.”

“I know.”

“They hurt you. They’re hurting you.”

“I know.”

Hero gasped, feeling an insurmountable weight on their chest now that they were getting desperate. They couldn’t send the villain back to their teammates.

They wouldn’t.

“You don’t care?”

Villain sighed deeply, rubbing the creases in their forehead caused from their constant stress. Their shoulders sagged in defeat as their demeanour turned somber.

“Tell me, Hero. When you grow up your whole life in a house that’s painted black and white, how do you know that there’s supposed to be colour in it?”

The one in question dropped their gaze, they knew where this was going. “You don’t.”

Villain nodded, humming in approval. “Correct. And when one day someone comes knocking on your door and you open it for the first time to reveal the colourful world outside, you would be scared, no?”

“I would feel betrayed.”

The criminal eyed them. “Correct. But where you falter, dearest Hero, is with whom you feel betrayal.” They smiled sadly, taking up a more casual stance. “You do not feel betrayed by the people in the house, but by the people outside who never saved you.”

Hero fidgeted withe their hands by their side, itching to just snatch the villain and free them from all harm. “That’s why you’re a villain.”

Villain shook their head, watching as the other took another step closer.

“That’s why no matter how much they put me through, I will always stick by them. They will always be closer than the people outside.”

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damsels-n-dice · 17 days

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after my birthday sale

my two week long birthday sale ended yesterday (or this morning, depending on your particularly timezone), so i thought i'd do a little post-mortem and let you know what you can expect to see from damsels & dice for the rest of 2024 and possibly beyond!

first of all, thank you all so much! we absolutely exceeded my expectations for this sale, and smashed my dream goal of $20 spent during the two weeks. the game is only in playtesting now, but y'all putting faith into it before it's done helps me afford to survive while making this as good as i can for you! the money you contributed will go towards art commissions for each of the playbooks (the first of which is already underway, and looking incredible)

more importantly, though, is when you can expect the rewards from this sale, as well as what else is going on with my games.

RIGHT NOW:

i have a mailing list for faster updates + more thoughts

there are 10 free copies of 'til it kills us waiting to be claimed! why not grab a copy so you can see all the changes as they're made?

you can get 'til it kills us, This game is a message., and a whole bunch of cool games by other creators in the ttrpgs for accessible gaming charity bundle (i'll make a post about this later!)

SOON:

'til it kills us gets an actual cover image with a photograph (probably a temporary one, but nicer than the text one now!)

a pay-what-you-want lyric game releases at the end of september

my games, including 'til it kills us and possibly one or more new games, appear in the pride in fall game jam

previews of the art i'm commissioning for 'til it kills us

THIS YEAR:

'til it kills us (v0.4) releases -- a formatting update with some of the new post-playtest content added for good measure ;)

a fully playable pay-what-you-want game releases by christmas!

the call opens for 'til it kills us playtesters, starting on my substack and then looking on here if more people are needed

BEYOND:

'til it kills us (v1.0) officially releases! 🥳

alongside that, i'll drop a character/setting/general lore companion for storytellers to use when running their games

perhaps one of my less ttrpg-related projects? 👀

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #ttrpg dev #ttrpg community #my games #'til it kills us #general update post for y'all #regularly scheduled content should return now that i'm done w this sale #and with an IRL job that totally ate my energy

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ferrarihamilton · 1 year

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STORMCHASER?? 👀

this fic has been ruminating in my head for almost a year..... it's a chalex au where charles stopped racing after winning gp3, and alex's family moved to the US when he was young and he visits every summer break just before storm season starts.

Charles texts him at 3:18AM on a Saturday in the middle of July: Alex! I hope you are dreaming sweet dreams. I will be in Dogwood in a week! Can I stay with you?

Alex smiles when he sees it in the morning. Charles asks the same question every summer, and he’s always so polite about it. Like Alex hasn’t seen him throw up on himself after drinking a box of wine, and hasn’t been opening his house to Charles for four years now. Like he doesn’t know how the first thing Alex does upon waking is check the forecast. He might not have the fancy equipment that Charles has, but he can see the cartoon of a little raincloud with lightning as well as anybody else. They’re promised high winds at the beginning of August. Alex had already prepared the spare room.

He replies, Hey charlie. What day would you be arriving?

The typing bubbles appear immediately, and a second later a string of kissy faces come through, followed by Hmmm thursday I think

Alex thumbs up the message, and then sends a photo of his view of the sunrise for good measure. In the foreground, there’s his windowsill, littered with various trinkets that Charles has brought before, and then below, the cafe's porch awning, and the sprawling fields for miles to see. Even without opening the window, the air feels fractious, hot.

Alex knows Charles understands, because he sends back four emojis: a battery, an electric plug, a thermometer, and a satellite. Alex smiles again, helplessly, before tucking his phone into his back pocket and heading out start his day.

Chloe is already starting to make breakfast. She turns as she hears him come down the stairs, and smirks when she sees his face. “Charles due soon?”

“Shut it,” he says. Chloe just smirks wider as she hands him a bowl and a carton of eggs.

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Dogwood, Oklahoma, population 300, sits on State Highway 39, and the township’s economy is mostly fuelled by the tourists heading north to Kansas. It’s completely unremarkable, utterly boring, and the perfect place to spend three weeks of summer when your day job normally consists of multiple timezones a week.

His mum had bought the house and the attached cafe soon after they moved to the US: Albon's, a classic tourist trap place with cheap sandwiches and coffee, morphed into half a farm slash petting zoo when Luca wouldn’t stop rescuing animals and plunking them firmly in their backyard. The tourists kept asking about the donkeys wandering around the picnic tables, and Zoe had said eventually, “Well if they’re not going away, we might as well make some money.” They’re proudly advertised as family-owned and operated, which is supposed to make the people feel good about spending their money there, but mostly gets brought up through gritted teeth whenever Zoe and their mum argue about finances.

Alex tries not to get involved. Even though he makes more than enough money now for them to not need the cafe, he thinks it keeps his mum happy, to be reminded of the first life they'd had that was completely theirs.

And the cafe is how him and Charles are still friends. Alex had been furious when Charles told him he wasn't continuing with racing after winning GP3. Alex would have given everything to have beaten him, and here Charles was, acting like it didn't mean anything.

But Charles had followed him to Oklahoma that winter, instead of going home. He'd helped out at the cafe, and the night before his flight back to Monaco, he'd told Alex that he'd enrolled at Oklahoma State, tentative major in mech-E. Later, Alex will think that he probably had wanted to be an astronaut. Instead, when Charles' prof in sophomore year had taken his class out in the middle of a thunderstorm, and Charles had dragged Alex along with him, Alex had had the almost religious experience of watching Charles’ face as the sky crackled with lightning.

They’re still good friends; they text fairly frequently, but it’s been a year since they’ve seen each other. Charles is a proper stormchaser now, galivanting around the country on grant money from the college. He looks happy in every photo he posts on Instagram, writes long blog posts using words like isobars and Doppler effect and mobile broadband MNVO. And without fail, he stays at Alex's family home for a week before the storm season begins in earnest, and Alex sends him off to run after tornadoes, like a wife watching her husband leave for war.

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Charles arrives in a flurry, bringing with him a battered Jeep fitted with mods Alex isn’t entirely sure are legal. As she does every year, his mother comes out to stand next to him on the porch as they pull up, and her eyebrows are thoroughly unimpressed until Charles’ smiling face hops out.

“Oh Charles!” she coos. “He was always such a good boy,” and then Charles is kissing her on both cheeks, saying hello and how she looks as beautiful ever, before he turns his attention on Alex, and even though Alex is twenty-six, he feels himself flush.

“Alexander,” Charles singsongs, and then mushes his face into Alex’s collarbone as he hugs him. Alex huffs out a laugh, wraps his own arms around Charles.

“It’s good to see you too,” he tells him. Charles beams at him, and Alex hasn’t followed Charles on one of his tornado chases since he was twenty, but under his gaze, he feels supercharged, electric.

Charles insists on helping out around the farm, because Alex absolutely puts his foot down when Charles offers to pay them for his week stay. This would be useful, because it’s the busiest part of the tourist season, if Charles were not completely useless. He takes nervous steps away when the animals approach him, clumsy with the dirty plates when clearing tables, and even though Alex knows that Charles can operate software with GIS overlay and the college’s ham radios that tune into Skywarn frequencies, he stares at their cash register with the same trepidation most people approach large spiders. And despite all of that— he charms all the little old ladies that come though the café doors, even when he messes up the orders. He makes Melina laugh, which in turn, lets Zoe get on with the bookkeeping undisturbed. He also brings in a shitload of tips. Alex hides a smile, watching Charles flit around and somehow be totally out of place and completely at home all at once.

It’s hard not to be charmed by Charles, his quick hands and the way he looks when he’s concentrating. Alex was a lost cause when he was eighteen; he sees no reason why that might have changed now.

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Alex is always worried that Charles will get bored when he stays. Usually, he’s a doer, not a worrier, but he still has a training regime to keep up, so it's not like Alex can skive off to entertain Charles.

But they do have one tradition, and there’s nothing else to do on a Saturday night. So Alex takes the pickup truck they usually use for moving animals, cleans the hay and muck out, and drives Charles out to the fields. It’s a clear night, and they can see the stars, and he spreads out the blanket over the truckbed, throws down a couple of pillows, and leans back to look up at the night sky.

“Tell me about your year,” Charles demands, once they've settled in.

Alex shrugs. Anybody can find out how his year is going from every sports website under the sun. He nudges Charles. “Tell me about your year.”

But Charles shrugs too, even though he’s smiling, and starts telling him about clouds instead. “Cumulonimbus,” he says. “Cumulus means ‘heap’ in Latin and ‘nimbus’ means storm cloud. They mean a storm is coming— air currents care carrying the water vapour up. When they develop, they have this dome.” He cups his hands into shape. “And then they can become supercells.”

Alex knows about the team that Charles is going with this year: Lewis, who used to work for the National Weather Service but now he’s a storm spotter for fun; Seb, a professor of climatology and technically their team lead; Daniel, who looks like he’s only there because he’s an adrenaline junkie and a good driver.

Alex knows from reading the captions on Charles’ Instagram posts that storm season starts in August, and the café is the first stop. For the next two months, he’ll follows the weather patterns as they shift and morph on radar displays, driving into fields, into wide-open terrains of grass and dirt and lakes with no roads and a cloudless sky, and waiting for the winds to pick up before they go.

He knows their time is limited, so Alex drinks in the sight of Charles and all the ways he’s changed in the time they’ve been apart. He tries not to wish for anything more.

At the end of the week, two more Jeeps roll into the driveway, Seb, Lewis, and Daniel all get introduced in quick fashion, and then Charles kisses Alex high on his cheek, and waves at him the whole time they’re driving away. Alex watches him go, waving, sore.

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August turns into September, and the season picks up again. Williams has a solid midfield car now, and it's good, seeing the fruits of his hard work, having a team around him that listens to him, takes him seriously. Him and Charles continue to text, infrequently, as they always have. Charles tells him about amazing tornadoes, sends photos of himself at the World’s Largest Ball of Twine in nowhere towns on the side of highways, miles and miles of cornfields.

In return, Alex sends photos of the track, some terrible coffee they make him try for a marketing challenge, Luca screwing his face up at his maths homework, the crowd of fans at Singapore.

This is why it’s particularly insulting, that Alex finds out from fucking Lando of all people, that Charles got struck by lightning.

“What,” he says. His hands are clammy where he’s clutching his phone.

“Yeah, Max mentioned it to me. Guess Daniel told him. They’re having one of their weird on again things again.”

Alex couldn’t care less about whatever drama Lando has embroiled himself in. He’d known, logically, the risks of storm chasing. Except it was Charles, who has always seemed bigger than it all, exempt from the rules of physics and karma and everything else that made the rest of them mortal.

He checks Charles’ Instagram after Lando hangs up. The last post is still there, from a few hours ago. Alex had already seen it, liked it, thought nothing of it. A photo of a long stretch of highway, Daniel’s exaggeratedly frown. Location tagged Humboldt, Tennessee: stuck here for a few days with an upside down smiley face.

There’s a shiver running up his spine, a tense, live wire. If he touched anybody right now, he’s be unsurprised if the venom of it ran straight through them.

That feeling only intensifies in the twenty-four hours between Landos call and him pulling up outside the only motel in Humboldt. He stands outside the car feeling angry and frightened as he figures out what to say to Charles. This is greatly ruined by how Charles stumbles out ten minutes later in socks and slides, and stops dead.

“Alex?” He blinks. "You're supposed to be in Austin."

Alex is; it's Wednesday, race week. He has media duties in the paddock tomorrow.

“Did you get taller?” Charles asks, when Alex still doesn't say anything.

“I don’t think so,” Alex manages to get out. He's still feeling that sickly furious feeling, and Charles must see it on his face, because he huffs.

“Fucking— I’m fine, the car is ruined but it had to happen at some point.”

“Does it?”

Charles squints at him. “Is this a trick question?”

"Charles," Alex says, but he's stopped by movement in the motel. harles glances back. A door is open, and Seb is lounging casually against the door frame in sweats. Alex didn’t know it was possible for a man wearing a headband to look so frightening.

“Let’s go for a drive,” Charles says.

+++++

Charles directs them back onto the highway. He riddles with the radio, turning the dials until it crackles into a frequency that’s giving a weather report. Alex has to keep his eyes on the road to drive, but he knows what Charles looks like even without turning his head: lips pursed, hands twitching like he’s looking for a notebook before his thoughts fly away.

"Here," Charles finally says. It’s a dirt road turn off that looks like it leads nowhere, but Alex turns off all the same.

“You’re here,” Charles says wonderingly, even before he's killed the engine. Alex takes a deep breath, turns to face Charles. Seeing his face, whole, open, looking at Alex in that way lets the last of Alex’s worry melt away.

“Okay,” Charles says, and Alex leans forward and fists his hand in the collar of Charles’ shirt, and kisses him.

#jo writes fic #chalex #this one is actually kind of good........ maybe i'll give it another crack #i was going to explore all the 'what if' possibilities of drivers choosing not to be drivers. what life could have been !!!#& esp coming off the back of alex's 2020/2021 years - how it would feel to watch charles do something equally adrenaline inducing #and be really really good at it. but ultimately alex choosing to go back to racing bc he loves it #and therefore him being better at racing for the resolve in that choosing #ALSO HI KAY !!!!!

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monzamash · 5 months

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answering controversial f1 questions (not clickbait!)

thank you for the tag @percervall 💖 tagging whoever wants to do it, would love to see your answers x

Who is your favourite driver? i flip flop between carlos and lando nowadays

Do you have other favourite drivers? daniel will forever be my day one and oscar has really taken a place in my heart but the driver i will always cheer the loudest for is kevin — that's my man

Who is your least favourite driver? lance

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well? it's a mix of both for me but my i do tend to seperate the drivers from the team

If you like teams, what team do you pull for? i started this whole journey as a mclaren fan and will most likely die on that hill haha

How long have you been into F1? 14 years — this was the moment 👇👇

What got you into F1? having a grand prix in my home city made it pretty much impossible to avoid and motorsports is massive in australia so i grew up with motogp, v8 supercars, f1 all of it

Do you enjoy Fanfic/RPF? only a teeny tiny little bit… 👀

How do you view new fans? i've never been more connected to f1 than i have over the past 5 years because of shows like dts, which was only created and remained in production because of the new fans. it's also meant more women are discovering it and we all know that when the ladies get involved it can only get better!

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why? aston martin so i can gut that place from the inside out. dark green is my colour and i would look so hot destroying the stroll family… then i could see myself having a love-child with fernando while we conquer the world. what a dream!

Are your friends and family into F1 as well? i'm lucky to have friends who love it but i really do enjoy watching the races with you guys when it's in a reasonable timezone for me. it's fun watching everyones reactions in real time.

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends? totally! that really is the best part about the sport, especially here online. the writing community, the interactions i've had with mutuals and f1 fans over the last year has really brought me so much joy ✨

#cates corner✨#f1 q&a #formula 1

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destinyc1020 · 6 months

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Confession:

I check N's account every now and then. My parasocial self thinks she still have something for Tom. She often post stories whenever T or Z go viral. Few things I remember:

1. Her posting being at Soho House (I think in London) in 2023 when Tom celebrated his birthday in Soho House (US) with his family and Z.

2. Her posting on Sept 1 or 2 2022 (depending on the timezone) and captioned it Good old goods. Well what I see on the post is she wants to show that she's out and happy (nothing wrong about that but girl, why sept 2 of all dates?)

3. When Tom went viral because of fixing his girl's door, N posted a story about his current boyfriend being a handy man or something to that effect (well I admit I may be overthinking this one and my understanding of British humor could be wrong)

4. Shared a story about attending Dorian Gray opening night which happened the same day as Dune 2 premiere in London (and TZ went viral that day as expected)

Sorry for the rant, just need to let it out..

Thanks Anon for your confession....

I'm just going to be honest here since that's what I usually am on my blog lol. I'll give you my honest opinion. 😅

I'll first be honest and admit that I really haven't paid much attention to N (if at all) since 2021 lol.

Once it became apparent that Tom dumped her to get back with Z, and he and Z were starting a relationship back up again, I really didn't see the need to follow whatever N was doing tbh.

I mean, maybe you might be on to smthg? But my honest feeling is that you might just be reading a little too much into innocuous things. Just because N posts on the same day as smthg going on with TZ doesn't automatically mean she's not over Tom or over a breakup.

She and Tom barely dated each other... 👀 It's not like they dated each other for years upon years, or even went out on dates like a regular couple (most of their time together was spent indoors during the Covid-19 shutdown).

Honestly? It's 2024. If she were still pining after a guy that dumped her almost 4 years ago back in 2020, I'd say that it's time for her to go to therapy and figure out what's going on there, coz that's not normal. 👀😬

With that said, I personally doubt N is still holding a torch for Tom. It was pretty obvious when she was throwing shade re: their breakup, but after 2021, I haven't seen her behaving in that manner. I also kind of get the feeling that she made peace with the whole thing long time ago.

Sometimes, I think fans forget that Tom was actually her rebound from Stanley. Tom himself was also still rebounding (imo) when he dated N. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I really don't think it was as serious as some fans made the thing out to be tbh.

Last I checked, N seems perfectly happy with her new beau. ☺️

#confession Sunday

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epersonae · 4 months

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41, 42, 44 for the weird asks game 👀

41. how do you take your coffee?

If I am out, then usually it's a small nonfat mocha; except for Starbucks, where it is usually a tall iced caramel latte.

At home, I make what my friend Amanda calls a "dirtbag latte", which is Aeropress coffee with caramel syrup and foamed milk. I got the aeropress because I had sooooo many meetings too early to go to the good coffeeshop I could walk to (fuck you eastern timezone), but then I broke my leg and it was the only way I could get coffee for a while, and I still have those early meetings, so.

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Obscure Android app of the day: knit tink, which is just a app for counting rows in knitting. Apparently it is no longer on the Google Play Store?!

43. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

There is a doctor in Massachusetts who I would absolutely murder with my bare hands, because the statue of limitations for medical malpractice is only seven years. (It says something that two entirely different friends checked this for me after Ryn died, when I explained some stuff I learned in the hospital from the surgeon there. Who was amazing and kind and everything you'd want in a doctor, by the way.)

[here's weirder asks]

#like I feel like there's an obvious answer to that last one but this is the most personal to me #also I remain incredibly grateful that I had already gotten the aeropress and figured out how to use it when Leg Broke #it was a HUGE step when I could get myself into the kitchen and make coffee in the morning #I have been able to walk to my old coffeeshop exactly once in the last 5+ months #and I'm too slow now to do it in the morning #ask games #personal shit

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Courting your honor part two 👀🙏🏾

Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! XIII

Courting with Honor II

A/N: I did some research but shit, I wasn't in depth. So suspend your disbelief for me when it comes to the locations I listed here in Chicago. Thanks.

Riri grinned as she excitedly laced up her University Blue Jordan 1s. She stood up and checked herself out from the back in her mirror. She swung her hips from side to side before giving her butt a light smack, “Damn, I think my butt’s getting big!”

She walked up to her dresser and neatened up her already perfect edges before flashing herself another smile. Her straight-backs were on point, courtesy of her mother, and she smelled extra good too. Riri mumbled along to the rap song that was currently blasting in her room as she linked a gold chain around her neck while bopping her head, “Making all this money on my boss shit! Everything I do I keep a profit!”

“You fly as hell Riri.” She creased a finger over her already manicured eyebrows, “Ain’t nobody can test you. Ain’t nobody can do it like you!” She applied some lipgloss and smacked her lips together while she admired the way her arms looked in her crop top.

“Cash Money Records taking over for the 99’ and the 2000s!”

“Yo! This my song!”

Okoye nibbled on the last of her bread as her cup of tea vibrated across the table, which in turn caused some of the dark liquid to spill out of the cup, due to the sheer force of the music’s bass.

Okoye took up her cup and took a sip from its lip as she walked over to Riri’s room. She pushed open the door and was blessed by Bast herself with the sight of her daughter twerking her heart out in the middle of her bedroom.

“Girl you looks good won’t you back that ass up!” Riri rolled her hips to the beat of the music, completely oblivious to her mother taking in the show.

Okoye placed her cup on Riri’s work table, but the porcelain was on a mission to be bumped off the mahogany top. Okoye quickly remedied this by placing a particularly thick book over it to prevent any unfortunate messes.

She glanced over at her daughter who still hadn’t noticed her, lost in the music and high off of her excitement for the events of the day still to come. Okoye smiled and decided to join in on the fun, she gave a clap and jumped on beat with Riri.

Riri turned around and noticed that her mother joined in on her vibe, which caused her to laugh, “Go Mama! Go Mama! Throw that waist aye! CMB make you drop it like it’s hot! Drop it like it’s hot!” She rushed over to her bed and grabbed a few hundred dollar bills and started making it rain on Okoye, “The nyash is nyashing!”

Mother and Daughter fell over each other in laughter as the song came to its conclusion.

I got a bone to pick! I don’t want you monkey-mouth-

Okoye used her kimoyo beads to pause Riri’s music, “I swear, the neighbours are fed up of you.” She laughed as Riri picked up her money from the floor and put it in her purse.

“They dealt with my ass for 16 years, this ain’t new to them. They know what to expect.” Riri shrugged playfully as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“Just know that I’ll be the one getting complaints while you are off on your date in the States.”

“C’mon, Ma! It’s almost the middle of the day. Ain’t nobody care about the music. Besides, Kendrick is good for the soul.”

Riri busted out a little dance in giddiness; she barely slept last night. All she could think about was Chicago. She was so excited she woke up super early, about to get ready but it had completely slipped her mind that timezones existed.

Riri still didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to convince her mother to allow her to stay just a little over 15 hours in the states for her date with Shuri. Her excuse was that eight hours wasn’t nearly enough to properly immerse herself in the rich culture of Chicago. And although 15 wasn’t enough either, it was at least 7 hours more than she was initially allowed. So Riri was grateful. And 15 hours meant they had to get a very early start. So she and Shuri agreed to leave at 11am and it was almost time to leave!

“Bring back a souvenir for your Umama.” Okoye chimed as she took her cup from under the book and sipped it on her way out.

Riri trailed behind her, ”Don’t worry Ma! I will! This’ll be like all the times you went out and bought stuff back for me. I’m definitely bringing home pizza and stuff. And snacks! Maybe an “I <3 Chicago T-Shirt’ too, just to be cheesy.”

Okoye made a face, “Bast, please, no shirts.”

Riri’s beads chimed with a call from Shuri and she quickly answered, “Hey, Riri I’m outside.”

“Okay! I’ma answer the door.” Riri hung up and did a little jump in excitement, “She’s here!”

She ran to the door and opened it before running into Shuri’s arms for a hug, “Hey!”

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “Hey!” Shuri then held Riri’s hand and made her do a little spin, “You look really good! Those cargos hug you really nice”

Riri smiled, “Thanks. I wanted to look cute but be practical since we gonna do lotsa walking, you know? I was feeling myself.” She then gave Shuri a once-over, “But look at you!”

Shuri held out her arms and did her own little spin, allowing her orange skirt to dance with her movements, “Oooh! I didn’t flash you did I?” She teased.

“You sure you wearing panties under there, girl?” Riri looked her up and down with a smirk.

“Ah!” Shuri clutched her imaginary pearls, “I am a decent young lady with honor and class.” She mocked her mother’s tone, which caused Riri to laugh.

Okoye walked outside and gasped, ”Oh my gosh! You girls look so adorable!”

Shuri beamed and Riri blushed.

“Thank you, Okoye.”

“Let me take a picture of you both!”

Riri and Shuri already knew the drill. It’s been like this ever since they were kids. They hugged each other as Okoye snapped the first picture before switching poses. They both kicked a leg up for the next one.

“I wanna hold you from behind for the next snapshot.” Riri exclaimed as she positioned herself behind Shuri and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“You’re mighty confident that you’d be visible in the frame, Riri.” Shuri teased before placing her hands over Riri’s for the picture.

Riri looked up at Shuri with a smug expression, “Please, I eat confidence for breakfast. You know this.”

Okoye swiped through the pictures, “The both of you are too cute!” She looked up from her kimoyo beads as she walked over to them, “Have a great day, okay?” She hugged and kissed Riri, ”Be safe.”

Riri hugged back Okoye, “Yea Ma! I will.”

Shuri held Riri’s hand as they walked over to the Royal Talon Fighter that was parked a little distance away.

“Can the both of you walk any slower? We’re burning daylight here.” T’Challa mockingly shook his head.

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Shouldn’t you be fawning over your girlfriend right now? It’s my date, not yours.”

“Nakia’s coming with us?” Riri queried.

Shuri silently nodded and then cleared her throat, “‘As much as I love my little sister and her long time best friend turned girlfriend, I’ll be bored watching them have their fun while I chaperone. So I deserve some company too.’”

“So what I’m hearing is we don’t have to have a helicopter sibling watching over us?” Riri asked as she swung both their arms as they boarded the ship.

“Correct! He’ll be too busy being Goo-goo Gaga to really pay us any mind.”

“Nice!”

Riri greeted Nakia before she took her seat next to Shuri who pulled out two phones, “iPhone or Samsung? We have to blend in, after all.”

“Yo!” Riri excitedly grabbed the iphone out of Shuri’s grasp and quickly scrolled through the features and noted the specs., “I think my great-great-great grandma used this kinda tech. Dang. It’s all clunky and shit. This is really the best Steve could do?” She pressed the phone to her arm and raised it again. “No built-in healing functions or anything?”

Shuri giggled at Riri’s roast and leaned back in her chair.

“So, what are the plans for today?” Riri drummed her fingers on Shuri’s lap in anticipation.

She held her fingers up to her lips, “It’s a secret.”

“Aw, come on! I’ve been nervous all week! The anticipation is killing me!” Riri slumped herself in the chair and crossed her arms.

“Okay, okay. Fine, since you want to be a sad baby about it, we’re going to the DuSable Black History Museum and Education Center. That’s the first venue.”

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” Riri kicked up her feet and relaxed for the rest of the ride while making conversation with Shuri.

Just a little under two hours later, they touched down and arrived in front of the museum. Riri’s eyes sparkled in wonderment as she gaped at the building. Shuri grinned and swiftly snapped a picture of her girlfriend, “First memory procured.”

Riri held Shuri’s hand, “Let’s go inside!”

T’Challa cleared his throat to catch their attention, “Ring me on your cellular devices when you are ready to go to the next venue.”

Both girls nodded and hurried inside.

Nakia looked up at T’Challa, “Aren’t you supposed to be watching them?”

T’Challa lightly shrugged, “Yes, but they can take care of themselves. Shuri only asked me to come so that Mama would say yes. Besides, the Doras are in the area keeping a watchful eye on them. Do not worry, my love.”

“As you wander through these hallowed halls, you’ll encounter exhibits that chronicle the journey of Black pioneers, activists, artists and visionaries who shaped our nation. Discover the extraordinary legacy of Jean Baptiste Point DuSable, a Haitian-born trader who founded Chicago and ignited the flames of freedom.”

Riri listened in enjoyment as the guide talked about each exhibit with enthusiasm, tugging Shuri every which way to get closer looks at the artifacts and any amount of pictures her clunky phone could possibly hold.

“Hey!” Shuri called Riri over and pointed to a picture of a woman on display, “She kinda looks like you!” She read her name., “She went by Judy Harmon.”

Riri grinned,”You think she looks like me? For real?”

Shuri vehemently nodded, “Stand next to the picture so that I can get a photo for you!”

Riri did as was told and chucked her deuces up with a smile.

After the tour was over they both stood outside as Riri excitedly went on tangents about the knowledge that was bestowed on her, “Isn’t that awesome?! The Black Panthers had breakfast programs to feed the people in the communities, healthcare clinics.” She spun around and skipped down the stairs.

“Man, it’s fucked though what they did to Fred. Like…imagine the waves of change that could have happened had they not run up in his house and offed him like that.” She sucked her teeth and shook her head.

“And Huey. P. Newton! Ugh! He’s such a fricken badass! I want a poster of that shot with his gun on my wall back home! Black Power!” She threw a fist into the air as she jumped down the last of the steps.

Shuri grinned at Riri’s happiness, “I’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself, Riri. I can’t resist patting myself on the back for organizing this. You’re so vibrant!”

Riri patted Shuri’s back for her, “Nah. You outdid yourself and we were only at the first venue! I wanna see more!” She took a deep breath and exhaled, “It feels good being worldly.” She found herself going on another tangent as they walked down the street, “Despite all the suffering and hardships they went through as a people, the Black Americans still persevered. Even though they had their roots…beaten out of them. They managed to create something entirely new for themselves. Nah, I shouldn’t say that. Not everything was stripped of them, because the roots that dem colonizers tried to completely cut out from the Motherland still bleed into their culture in one way or another. The similarities are there. But man, they’re so innovative. I love that for them. They did that shit, man. Their spirit is contagious.”

Shuri silently nodded as Riri ranted. She’s heard Riri’s passions for the Black Americans on numerous occasions but she never tires of it. Riri had admired them to the point of picking up quite a few…or a lot of their ways. Their vernacular being the most prominent. But she never minded it, even though there were those back home who found her quite…peculiar for doing so.

“So what’s next?”

“We can either go to Millenium Park or…”

“You’re gonna show me the Bean?! Let’s go!”

T’Challa held up the cellphone as Shuri and Riri made funny faces at the camera. Shuri then plucked the phone from her brother and took selfies in their reflection of the sculpture, “Damn we look good!”

“No lies were told. You think we could climb that thing?”

Shuri looked at Riri and then the bean with a smirk, “As much as I’d love to, I’m sure that would be a law we would be breaking. And I’m not trying to get in trouble. I’d never hear the end of it.”

“You right, you right.” Riri agreed before the both broke out into laughter.

Soon enough, they found themselves on the Great Lawn having a picnic.

“How many of my arteries do you think are gonna be clogged by the time we get back home?”

Shuri crossed her legs, “All of them.”

The couple had an assortment of food laid out on their blanket: Deep dish pizza, hotdogs, buttermilk donuts, cinnamon rolls, nuggets and fries. You name it.

“That hotdog looks like it’ll give someone diarrhea.” Shuri side-eyed the bun.

“That’s the thrill of it. Will it? Won’t it? The good news is you’ll be able to go in the Talon Fighter and not those public restrooms," she chuckled and she picked up the hotdog.

“You can get food poisoning by yourself.” Shuri gave her a once over before she grabbed her phone, “But first a video for…documentation purposes!”

Riri looked into the camera and showed off the hotdog, “Welcome back to my channel! Today we’re doing a mukbang. This is called…the bad habit… doggy-style.”

Shuri snorted behind the camera, “The what?”

Riri gave a lopsided smile and shrugged, “I have to make it sound interesting because this crap ain’t a regular hotdog!”

“Okay, okay! Keep going!”

Riri waved around the hotdog, “Today we’re gonna find out if I’m gonna get exploded guts from this bad-boy or if Shuri is just being paranoid.”

Shuri turned the camera on herself, “I don’t think the street vendor washes his hands frequently, but Riri insisted it is part of the American experience. My kimoyo beads are on standby for any projectile vomiting that may ensue.”

The camera was back on Riri and she was now looking nervous.

“You know what on second thought...”

“No, no! You have to eat it! You insisted on buying it.”

“You out here making me rethink!”

“Pussy!! Pussy! Pussy!” Shuri bellowed through her laughs.

“I ain’t no pussy!”

“Eat it! Eat it!”

Riri sighed and bit into the hotdog and chewed a few times, “Bruh it ain’t that bad!” She bit into it again, “Like…it tastes well seasoned.”

The camera was on Shuri’s face again, “We’re all gathered here today in remembrance of my girlfriend, Riri. She was such a smart girl. But not smart enough to refuse food from filthy-”

Riri grabbed the phone and handed the hotdog to Shuri, “Experience it with me, baby.”

“I will not share a toilet seat with you.”

“Just try it, it’s good! I swear!”

Shuri eyed the hotdog and took a hesitant bite, “Oop- there Shuri goes, the glizzy in her mouth.”

Shuri threw a balled-up napkin at Riri as she laughed.

“Look at you! How does it taste?”

Shuri licked the corner of her mouth, “It is…acceptable.”

“Nah! You liked it! Admit it!”

Shuri rolled her eyes, “Okay. It was tasty.”

Shuri put down the hotdog as Riri killed the camera and tried one of the donuts.

“How is it?”

“Eh, too sweet and…creamy for me.” She handed it over for Shuri to try.

Shuri bit into it and shrugged, “I don’t think it’s that bad, actually.”

“So, where are we going next, Shuri?” Riri crawled over to Shuri to press a kiss to her lips, removing some of the cream that resided there.

“There is a concert here later this evening that I would have liked us to see, but I have somewhere else planned.”

Riri hung her head before making eye contact again, “Are you gonna tell me where it is?”

Shuri smirked, “Nope. That’s the finale! But we can go to Navy Pier!”

Okoye fiddled with her kimoyo beads, “Maybe I should call her to see how she’s going.”

Aneka groaned, “Okoye, leave Riri alone, she’s in good hands. She’s responsible.”

Ayo hummed in agreement, “Yes, yes. You worry too much. Let my niece enjoy herself.”

Okoye pouted,”But it’s just to check in, though.”

“No! What was the phrase? You will be cramping her style. I know if I was on a date, I’d hate it if my mother was calling me while I was trying to have a good time.”

“Yes, but I can’t help but wonder about the danger. What..what if one of those psychopath mass shooters pop up, eh? Bast forbid.” Okoye crossed her arms.

“Yes! Bast forbid! Geez, Okoye. Try to lighten up! You already told her she could go. There are two Doras with her, a War Dog who is also a former Dora and the Black Panther! Riri is fineee!” Aneka pulled a palm down her face.

“Okoye, you’re stressing out my wife, have a heart.” Ayo rubbed Aneka’s shoulder.

Okoye scoffed, “She is stressing herself out.”

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. “ Aneka teased, “Maybe this is like…some sort of pre-empty nest thing.”

“I do not need to do anything.” Okoye sighed, “Fine, maybe I am a little paranoid about Riri’s safety. It’s just that I know she’ll be safe in Wakanda, no matter what. Out there, I am not afforded that same peace of mind. When you have children, maybe then you’ll understand.”

Ayo placed a hand over Okoye’s, “Koko, Riri is like our own child too, and I understand your worry, but she’s responsible and growing up. She may not even want to stay in Wakanda forever. She could very much want to explore the world…which is more likely than not. And that’s okay.”

Okoye sighed, she heard what they were saying. She was hearing them. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

“Alright. I won’t cramp her style.”

“Thank Bast! You’ll see her in..however many hours are left in the day. Use this time to be free!” Aneka threw her arms up, “You’re child-free! Let’s go bar hopping! I’m tired of being cooped up in here.”

Ayo nodded, ”I’m in.”

They both looked at Okoye expectantly, “Alright. Let’s go!”

Riri popped the final three balloons with her darts and received a huge ego boost from Shuri’s cheering, “That was amazing, Riri! Your dexterity is unmatched.”

“I mean, no matter what it is, I’m good with my hands.” She winked at Shuri before the carny handed her the large stuffed black cat she picked out. Riri then turned to Shuri and presented it to her, “For my special girl.”

Shuri hugged the plushie extremely tight, “Ahh! He’s so cute! I shall name him Vibe!”

“You’re too freaking cute! Come here!” Riri hugged Shuri who returned the hug.

Shuri’s phone chimed with a notification and her eyes sparkled.

“Riri, remember that surprise I was telling you about?”

“Yea? Is it time?”

Shuri grinned and nodded, “I’m taking you to a Bull’s game!”

“Shut the heck up! You’re lying!” Riri squealed and jogged on the spot, “Are you being for real?”

“Yes! I know how much you love basketball and are a fan of Michael Jordan. So I had to come through for my girl.”

Riri tried to calm herself down, “Oh my God, Shuri. I love you!”

“Vibe loves you too,” Shuri made a kissy face and pressed the plush to Riri’s cheek, “And by the way, they’re floor seats.” She mentioned smugly.

Riri slapped her chest a few times, ”Don’t do me like this Shuri, my heart can’t take it.” She placed her hands on her knees.

“What are we waiting for? We have a game to get to!”

Shuri went to drop off her things in the Talon Fighter and emerged with two Bulls jerseys with the number ‘23’ emblazoned on them along with two hoodies.

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Authentic?” Her eyes bulged as she inspected the material.

“Right off of Jordan’s back himself. You know I’d never give you anything bootleg.”

Riri jumped up and gave Shuri a hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

“You’re welcome, babygirl.”

She handed over one of her hoodies as well, “It’ll be cold in there. So wear it under your jersey.”

Not needing to be told twice, Riri threw on the hoodie and Jersey as they were walking inside.

After the game, Riri couldn’t stop talking about it as they were walking out, “Yooo that buzzer beater gave me chills! Lonzo was decent and Derrick really pulled his weight-”

Riri’s mouth hung open “Oh. My. Bast.”

Shuri followed Riri’s gaze at what beheld her. Or rather...who.

“That…Shuri that…that’s…”

“Michael Jordan. Yes.” She smirked as he was held up in conversation with someone.

“Did you know he was gonna be here?”

Shuri just shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not.”

“You think he’d autograph my jersey if I asked him?” She whisper-shouted.

“You won’t know if you don’t ask.”

The couple walked up to the man and Riri cleared her throat and waved at the man when he acknowledged them.

“Hi…Mr Jordan. I’m a really big fan and I don’t wanna seem rude or seem like I’m imposing or bothering you.” She gesticulated and scratched the back of her head, “But I was wondering if you could sign my jersey for me? Please?”

Michael smiled and nodded, “Sure! Do you have a pen?”

“Shit, no. I don’t.”

“I have one!” Shuri handed him a black marker.

Riri spun around and waited for him to sign her shirt. When he was done, she thanked him right before he excused himself.

“Shuri! How did you do that?”

“Do what, Riri?” She folded her lips to contain her laughs.

“Make him appear outta thin air!”

Shuri snickered, “I just did my research. I saw that he was going to attend this game in particular so I just…made it happen. I knew how much you’d have loved this.”

“Loved it? Nah I died and went to heaven or something!” She took Shuri’s hand in hers as she walked out. She pressed her lips to Shuri’s wrist and then hugged her arm,”I really enjoyed today, Shuri.”

Shuri grinned and patted herself on the back, “I’m so happy that you did! I was a little worried that you wouldn’t have liked it for some reason. You can say it was the nerves.”

“Nah! I loved every bit of this!”

They both entered the Royal Talon Fighter where T’Challa, Nakia and the two Doras were already waiting, “Every minute, itty bitty tiny detail of it. You carefully planned out everything and…” She made an exploding gesture.

“My mind is blown! Like for real. I can’t compute right now.”

Shuri sat down in her seat and Riri took off her shoes to properly cuddle in her lap “I know my ass is gonna sleep good when I get home.” Riri murmured.

Shuri wrapped her arms around Riri and rested her cheek against her forehead, “Same. My body is dead tired. I’m really glad you enjoyed yourself though.”

“Mmm.”

Shuri helped Riri inside with her food and souvenirs she got for her mother, just when Okoye walked into the house.

“Mama? I thought you were asleep?”

Okoye shook her head, ”I went on a night on the town with your Aunties.”

“Oouuu. Did you have fun?”

“Yea, I had fun! I brought back some stuff for you too! As promised.” She scrunched her brows, “It felt really weird spending money. It was kinda ghetto though, not gonna lie.”

Okoye laughed at that, “Indeed it is.”

Shuri gave Riri a hug and kissed goodbye. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

Riri nodded while giving Shuri one last hug, “It was really fun, Shuri.”

“Anytime, Riri. And there for sure will be a next time.”

Riri waved her off as Okoye locked up behind her.

“I take it your day went well?”

“So good, Mama.” She walked over to her mother and hugged her, “I learned so much and ate so much and I even caught a Bull’s game.” She slightly slurred, the events of the day finally catching up to her.

Okoye pressed a kiss to Riri’s forehead, “I’m happy to hear that, my Pebble. Come, you should go rest.”

Riri held up her arms, “Carry me, please Mama. I’m sooo tired.”

Okoye allowed Riri to wrap her arms around her neck as she hoisted her upwards and walked to her room, “All right. Bedtime.”

“And I ate a probably food poisoned hotdog, but it was so good. I brought home haf. You gotta try it, Ma.”

Okoye laughed out loud at that and affectionately rubbed her child’s cornrows, “Okay, Riri.”

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