#which is why so many of us are obsessed!!!

[sneakyxthexclown]

Oh goodness here we go...

I don't think I've ever actually shared this online before. Now, many of my mutuals/followers are around now because my blog has become completely about the hellaverse, and I plan to keep it that way for a while. BUT my blog actually used to be all about the anime Hunter x Hunter. It's one of my fave anime of all time, and it's actually the reason why I created a Tumblr.

During peak covid times, my sister showed the first few episodes to me, and, damn, was I obsessed--not only with the plot but also with one of my favorite gay ships of all time. So my sister told me to get a Tumblr.

When it came to choosing my account name, I wanted it to be based on hxh because that was all I thought about at the time. Now, for those who don't know the show, the episode titles all have Xs between the words (e.g., the first episode is called "Departure x And x Friends.") I liked the aesthetic of it and wanted it in my handle.

Now, as for "sneaky the clown," I was immediately drawn to the character Hisoka (again, for those who don't know, just think of him as a magical clown villain who can also be a bit of an...iconic silly). I adored his character design, I thought his playing cards looked cool, and I'm a sucker for a villain. Now, "Hisoka" is Japanese for "secret." I chose another word that was close to that, which was sneaky. Hisoka dresses like a clown, so that's where the clown part came from (although, I will admit, I am a bit of a clown tbh).

Or, as my bio reads: I'm a clown and I'm sneaky

Not sure if any of my hxh mutuals/followers are still around given that I created this account close to five years ago now, but if you are, kudos to you for sticking with me through the countless hyperfixations I've had over the years.

I tag: @hyperfixed-owl @sircarebearalot @warblogs17282 @lost-romantique @loserschmoozer

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[icarus-suraki]

Not to be too fixated and obsessive but the graff game in this game is amazinggggg! And I know I'm not the first person to notice this but I wrote this post at like midnight because I was just so delighted okay?

This is the side of the r&d building out in the hinterlands of the beach, right? And there's a lot to unpack here generally but this is what got me:

Circled in red is Sous la promenade-la plage! which is 100% a reference to "Sous les pavés, la plage!" ("Under the paving stones, the beach!") which comes from the May 68 protests and strikes in France. Students started building barricades out of paving stones and discovered that the stones were set on a base of sand. "The slogan encapsulated the movement's views on urbanization and modern society both literally and metaphorically." ("Under the paving stones, the beach!" is also the epigraph for Inherent Vice which is why I even saw this in the first place and I was immediately like gasp!!!) The May 68 unrest had soooo many good slogans.

Also the classic Einstürzende Neubauten logo too lol (who, incidentally, have a song called "Stella Maris" but I digress). Still picking everything out of that one but it made me grin. You see this one as graffiti unto itself IRL--or at least you used to, sigh.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

How could you love somebody like me?

Pairing: f!reader x Javier Peña Words count: 3032 Rating: + 18, NSFW, MDNI. Summary: Javi is under protection and has asked you to join him in the hotel room where he is confined. When you discover his secrets and lies, however, that room will become too small. Too small for both of you. Tags/warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, Javi is still a DEA agent but it's a modern setting so the man has a smartphone. Reader is described having female genitalia and breasts, no other description of her is given, she doesn't blush and her hair is not described. Mention of alcohol, mention of cheating, Javi is a cheater, no happy ending, we will go through the man's phone (you're not supposed to do that but I never said my reader could do no wrong, right?), use of pet names (gatita which means kitten in Spanish, baby, darling), smut, angry sex, unprotected p in v (do better irl), cream pie, of course a little nipple play ‘cause it’s still my fic, toxic relationship, self doubt, mention of Steve, a huge pile of lies, Javi is bad at feelings, some reader’s thoughts marked in italics. I think it's all, let me know if I forgot something and I'll add it right away. A/N: Written for @jolapeno 's "Dear-uary" challenge. This was my prompt, I struggled a little bit at first but I ended up having a blast writing this ❤︎ Heavily inspired by this song (from which the fic also takes its title), I heard it randomly on Spotify one day and I thought "wait, this is perfect for Javi!" and I ended up being obsessed with two more songs by the same artist. LOL Many thanks to: - @aurorawritestoescape , my beta, for her help and advice, she will probably dream of elephants because of me tonight hahaha Kate I own you a big one, thanks baby so much, I love you ❤️ - The person who basically pulled this out of my brain and supported me throughout the process, my precious, my peanut @joelmillerisapunk. 🥰 Love you so much it's ridiculous🥹 - @milla-frenchy for letting me blather about this thing some days ago. Love you, bb ❤︎ English is not my first language, every single mistake is still on me, I deeply apologize if you find any.

Edited - because I forgot to change the most important detail, of course. I’m not myself if I’m not doing a mess. Yay. It’s okay now.

“Why the hell am I here? Was I the only available hole this week?”

“No,” he whispers. 

“So what?” 

Javier came back and found you in the middle of the room.

You were brandishing his phone like a sword in the air, the banner of everything that was wrong.

His face went pale when he saw you like that. 

Eyes wide open. 

Mouth agape. 

He tried to say something but you immediately hit him with a vomit of words.

“I know what you’re doing,” you hiss under your breath, feeling your eyes sting.

Javier is a marble statue in front of you, his lips pressed together, his absent eyes not even looking at you, staring at a spot behind your shoulders, his arms abandoned along his sides. 

He seems anchored to the ground. 

His last words to you still burn on your skin like a fire you cannot extinguish.

A heavy silence between you fills the air of the room and makes it unbreathable. 

“Fuck, Javier, talk to me,” you whisper angrily.

You clutch his phone in your hands, so tightly that your knuckles are white from exertion, as if you were clinging to it to keep yourself from falling off a cliff. 

“You knew I was no good,” he says sternly.

You have been in this room for two days. 

Officially, Javier has to stay here because henchmen of one of the new drug lords in town are set on taking him out. 

Unofficially, he has you infiltrating the room. 

Typical Javier, spending his time under protection fucking someone. 

You foolishly almost believed it was romantic, until this morning. 

“So you’re trying to say that it’s my fault? Is that what you want to say? It’s my fault that as soon as I turn my back you go and stick your cock in someone else's pussy?” You don’t even have the strength to scream right now. Your voice comes out rancorous but low, hoarse, like a blown growl. 

Oh, you’re not going to accept being lectured by him, fuck no.

“No, I’m just saying -” he tries to explain and you glare at him, making the words die in his mouth.  

"What?" 

“Fuck, I'll never change,” he shrugs as if it were a truism that only you can't grasp.

His eyes shift to the ground, dull and absent.

“You don't change because you are convinced that you can't,” you admonish him, feeling anger rising from your chest. 

"That's not true," he murmurs, keeping his gaze on the crimson and gold carpet that lies at your feet.

“Yes, it is,” you insist, ”and you seem to like to think of yourself as an incurable asshole.”

He still fails to see the real problem, the elephant in the room that lives and thrives among you. 

"Then you tell me, if you think you know me so well,” he asks with defiance. 

“You bet I fucking know you,” you lash out. “You think you're so mysterious and complicated?! Well,  news flash, I've seen plenty like you. You’re just another man. You're not even that, you're a child. A child who's afraid of his own shadow when it comes to relationships.”

“Don’t fucking analyze me,” he hisses, finally setting his eyes back on you. 

Raven, angry and fearful. He knows you can read him like an open book and this unleashes an awareness upon him that crushes him to the ground.

You bitterly laugh, “Truth hurts, huh? I know something about it”. 

The wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens, his nostrils flare, and his mouth tightens into a line so thin you think he’s about to burst. He stays quiet instead, eyes back on the damask carpet decoration. 

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“Yes, Steve, I'm fine. That jerk won't find me here, and anyway it's full of police outside the door.” 

A pause and a sigh. 

”No, no one followed her, they don't know who she is.”

You stood behind the half-closed bathroom door listening. 

You smiled. 

His voice sounded softer when he talked about you. You lulled yourself into that feeling. 

Until you heard something else. 

A booming laugh. 

Water ran in the shower, tiny droplets coated the wall as the mirror fogged up.

“Whatever. Of course I'm still screwing around. At least, I was doing it before that asshole started chasing me,” his voice suddenly lowered so you took a chance and opened the door a little more. You wanted to make sure you heard right. 

Your hand trembled against the doorknob, you grabbed your wrist to hold it steady. 

“You idiot,” he scoffed. “Yeah, we'll be in touch.”

Suspicion. The black wing of a crow that had been wrapped around your heart for a long time.

But then why did it hurt so much? 

You allowed yourself to hide it in a part of your brain where you never looked-that was a mistake. Making the hunch barely a firefly when it was supposed to be a bright neon sign.

He always places the phone with its screen down when you go out to dinner, softly smiling at it when he checks it after a few vibrations, telling you “it’s Steve” when you ask. 

But you know that crooked smile. 

He dodges when you ask him about his day "oh work, you know, just work." 

He tells you he is with Steve but you hear female voices in the background. 

Every time you try to confront him it always ends the same way, him telling you, “you’re paranoid, there’s no one else, just you, baby. You’re the only one I want.”

And then he fucks your doubts into oblivion.

You heard the thud of the phone on the blankets. And then Javier calling you. 

You swallowed the gall rising from the walls of your stomach and just smiled when he joined you in the bathroom and suggested that you shower together.

You wanted some proof before you charged him. 

If there was anything you had learned from being with him, it was that hard evidence was the key. So you played cool. 

He fucked you against the shower wall and you moaned into his neck. 

He licked your pussy like a man starved and you just bit your lips until you felt iron on your tongue.

He kissed you with that liar's mouth, and you let him.

And you fell asleep beside him, on the unmade bed of your uncertainties. 

This morning someone from outside called him into the hallway to report the latest movements of the guy who was looking for him. 

His phone was on the bedside table.

It was like a magnet, pulling your hand to it.

You were almost sure you knew his unlock code ‘cause you had watched the movements of his finger many times. 

You tried twice without success. 

The third time you let out a long sigh, visualized in your mind the movement one more time and unlocked it. 

You were in. 

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as your fingers swiped and clicked on the screen. 

And there they were.

Dozens and dozens of messages and pics exchanged with 4 different women.

You scrolled through one of the chats with a certain Maria, who regularly sent him pictures of her tits and her legs spread wide, her pussy in the shot.

There was sexting, arranged dates, same promises he gave to you, things you never asked for but he kept repeating like a broken record. Even the same pet name. Gatita. 

Blood simmered in your veins, a jolt in your heart, throat dry. 

Your finger furiously scrolled through the chat, finding tons of messages he had sent her while he was with you.

You switched to another one and you found pretty much the same. And yet another, message after message containing flirting and explicit sex.  

“Oh Javi, you keep getting better and better with that cock of yours”

“My pussy needs you, darling, can you come over?”

“I can’t stop thinking about your huge cock dripping on me”

And the more you scrolled, the more a question formed in your brain, rumbling through your temples like a deafening drum. 

Was he ever sincere with you?

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When he looks up at you again, you see it. A veil of fragility in the dense blackness of his gaze.

He looks almost helpless. “I know you tried,” he admits, ”You tried harder than anyone else.”

“Apparently it was no use,” you chastise him.

He doesn’t reply. 

Instead he comes closer and closer. 

You pull back, responding to his every step forward with a backward one. 

“Please,” he whispers. 

“No.” 

“Don't do that.”

“You have no right to tell me what to do,” you bark.

”I know...” 

“Fuck off, Javier, leave me alone.”

You pull back until you hit the wall behind you. 

Javier approaches, bending slightly to reach your mouth, his mustache brushes against your cupid’s bow and you don't even have the strength to turn your face away anymore. 

When your lips collide you let it happen. 

It’s like when you drink too much Tequila. 

It burns on your tongue, leaving you almost anesthetized as soon as you down it, and then an aromatic taste wafts into your mouth; it is lysergic, unusual, unmistakable.

You love it, so you keep doing it.

Javier is the same. 

He's sharp, stiff at the edges, burns like fire, but he has an aura that you won’t mistake for anything and he hypnotizes you. He’s not like anyone else, despite what you told him. There is an underlying despair in him, a cry dying in his throat, “How can you love someone like me?” 

He says it only with his eyes but you hear it clearly.

He is a time bomb that explodes in your heart every time he touches you. So you keep doing it.

“Fuck,” you whisper against his lips. 

“Yeah…I know. I’m not worthy.”

And yet, you’re still here.

You let him peel off your every layer of clothing, to leave you naked and vulnerable in front of him. 

You do nothing when he undresses too. Hastily taking off his shirt, fumbling with the button of his jeans, nervous hands and short breaths.

It is like some mind fuck game, intoxicating, dangerous, capable of leaving permanent marks.

He lowers his jeans just enough to free his cock, no boxers. Always ready.

His hands run over your hips and you groan. 

His tongue slides over your neck, his eyes closed, his breath heavy and warm on your skin. 

He makes you cry, but you don't say no.

His lips latch onto your nipple and adrenaline rushes through your veins up into your head, hitting hard like a jackhammer.

You don’t pull back anymore, you push your tit into his mouth so eagerly you feel his teeth closing on your bud and you whine in pleasure. 

His growing erection leaks against your center. You are trapped. Not so much because you are between him and the wall but because you no longer know how to get him out of your head. 

Right now it doesn't matter how much it hurts. 

He slides his hands down your thighs and you know what he wants, without needing to speak. You wrap your legs around his waist. He kneels on the bed with you still clinging to him, you lie back on the soft blankets that smell of you both, arch your back and press against his cock. You folds splayed and dripping for him.

His fingers go up your rib cage, stop under your breasts and grasp there, he draws you back to him and your mouths collide again.

You let his tongue enter. You let the fleeting pleasure of this instant take over all the no's you know you have to say.

There’s no right kind of love here, this room is drowned in angry sex.

Angry at how you can never say no to him, angry at how he makes you feel, angry because you know that no one has ever fucked you the way he did, invading your body with a pleasure so addictive that it makes you sick. Angry because maybe he's right, he can't change. 

You break the kiss and bite on his shoulder, a small act of revenge that really does no harm compared to your bleeding heart. 

Your hands grasp on the golden skin of his back, leaving marks with your nails digging into it, your miserable attempt to leave marks on him in return.

You moan convulsively under his touch, your mouth wide open against his, your tongue desperately seeking him out. 

His hands tighten on your ass, lifting you slightly, his cock slides over your wet opening, a guttural sound comes out of the back of your throat without you being able to hold it back. 

You want him inside you. 

You need him inside you.

And it’s wrong, and desperate. It’s masochistic.

You don’t even care for his jeans’s zip scraping your skin.

The thin line between pain and pleasure is so blurred now.

It’s a pathetic shit show of need and urgency. 

You’d walk away from any other guy but Javier is the person you can never have just for yourself and at the same time he is the only one you want. 

He is the knife and the wound at the same time.  

When he asks “Whose pussy is this?” in his deep groaning voice that fucks directly with your brain, you can only reply “yours.”

Digging your nails deeper, biting more, wailing louder but just pleading with him.

You take his shaft in your hand and rub it against you in blind desperation, wetting it with your juices. 

He groans into your ears while his hand reaches for your nipple and his big strong arm holds you close.

You are sitting on his thighs, your legs crossed behind his back.

His fingers pinch your nipple as you don't stop stroking his big throbbing cock.

Just put it in there. You think. I just need to feel your flesh against mine, inside me, claiming me like the rag doll that I am now. 

Stupid bitch trying to have you when you’re damaged like a shattered glass, when you can bring nothing than heat to my body and freezing ice to my heart. 

“Fuck me,” you groan. 

He pushes against your core, entering you with one deep thrust.

Your pussy is weeping so much it doesn’t even hurt.

You clench on him with all the strength you have, chocking his cock with your walls.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re gripping me so hard, baby. There’s nothing you want more than this, huh? Me fucking you raw?” 

“Shut up,” you hiss. 

He starts moving, pumping into you as his hand reaches for your clit, brushing it in circles.

You whine, clinging onto his back, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

You can’t look him in the eye, you can’t face your own shameful reflection in his pupils, you can’t think of anything else than this pleasure firing your body, your limbs, your mind.

Your pussy never gets the memo when it comes to him. She just clenches, and cries and asks for more.

At the verge of your brink, when you’re so utterly overwhelmed you could swear, you’re about to jump out of your skin, you hear it.

It’s the softest whisper on your skin, so low you barely catch the words, “I love you” 

You cry a single tear that slides down the column of his neck, it could be mistaken for a bead of sweat so easily and Javier doesn’t notice it. But it’s there. You’re crying again.

You come, weeping.

Grasping to him like your last shred of hope.

But there’s no hope anymore.

You know you can’t go on like that.

You cried before. You argued before. It’s all useless.

A devastating orgasm shoots through you, leaving you without defense.

It’s the last thing you want but you need to get it over with. 

You lie on the bed, feeling his last twitches inside you, his cum dripping onto your walls, his cock pressing against that spot that belongs only to him.

He lies down on you, gently crushing you with his weight, his sweaty skin against yours, the smell of your orgasm filling your nostrils.

You’re hopeless and breathless. 

He's still inside you, like he doesn't want to leave. 

You know you have to. 

Eventually he shifts, lying on the other side of the bed muttering, “god, you really are something else.” He takes the pack of cigarettes from the nightstand and lights one, taking a long drag.

“I'm not enough,” you want to scream looking at him through the cloud of smoke enveloping him. “Or maybe you're not, for me.”

When he is about to fall asleep, you get up. You pick up your clothes off the floor and put them on silently.

“Where are you going, gatita?” he grunts. 

Does he think he has solved it? Does he think you will forgive him as you did the other times? 

You don’t reply.

"You only ever tell me the truth when you think I won't hear it,” you type on your phone and send it to him, before coming out of the door without turning your back.

You leave him there, wondering, lost as he makes you feel.

There will be two broken hearts. 

You know he loves you and you love him.

He is convinced that he doesn’t deserve you and pushes you away every time you get close to his soul. 

He knows that you see him clearly; that scares him.

You are tired of fighting for the both of you.

You push the elevator button under the gaze of an unsuspecting policeman who urges, “Where are you going, miss?”

“I'm leaving.”

“Do you need someone to accompany you?” 

“No, thank you.”

“Someone could follow you,” he counters.

“No one knows me, you don't have to worry.”

You wait for the elevator, still hoping to see his ruffled raven hair poking out the door, his voice calling to you, his hand tightening on your wrist. 

None of this happens.

The only ones who will follow you are your ghosts.

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Archive tag: @pedrostories

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[maladaptivewriting]

since the tiktok ban, i've been seeing a lot of stuff where people blame americans for jegulus and i can't stop thinking about it. i don't know why people feel this way, but i am prepared to make an argument. so please allow me to make my case.

[also this is completely based on generalizations. i know americans that hate jegulus and love jily, and i know british people who hate jily and love jegulus]

so i've never been a jily girl. even years before i found jegulus, i never cared about that ship. i straight up didn't even know that people wrote fics about them specifically. (i actually still don't know if people do write fics about only them because i would never seek out something like that).

originally, i'd thought it was just because i only cared about the golden trio characters and occasionally sirius and remus, but the more i got into the marauders era, the more i realized that james and lily together were the standouts, i just really didn't care for them.

it got to the point where i only read fics that referenced jily if they were extremely background to the story (which they almost always were bc there is just not that much to say about them) or preferably if both of them were already dead and it was just remus, sirius, and harry who remained.

shortly after i really started getting into the fandom and writing for jegulus, i spoke to someone who hated jegulus and loved jily, and i told them that i'd always felt like james and lily were on the road to divorce before they died. this person was SCANDALIZED. they could not understand why'd said that.

now granted, this person was in their early twenties and in my experience, if you haven't lived long enough to see a lot of your friends go through divorces, then the idea that james and lily might divorce may seem crazy.

however, and this is where the american thing really comes in, i realized after this conversation why i felt that there was no way that james and lily were going to make it and that was specifically because of growing up a conservative christian bible belt ass place.

do you know how many couples i knew in high school who started dating their senior year even though they seemingly had nothing in common, had sex one time and didn't use protection because sex education is extremely limited down there, got pregnant, and had to have shotgun wedding?

so. fucking. many.

do you know how many of them are still married?

only one.

so when i see jily, two characters who have nothing in common beyond being gryffindors, get together, have a kid, and get married (not necessarily in that order) all within like two years, i know that the odds are not in their favor. those two aren't staying together. don't play with me.

now i don't know how people feel about young marriages in other parts of the world, especially in the uk, but i've spoken to a lot of americans, especially ones from the south, and so many of them have had the exact same experiences with their peers. i just can't help but wonder if that lends itself to less people being interested in jily.

i have other arguments to this, like that jily is not as entertaining as almost every other ship that james or lily could be involved in and americans being partial to entertainment above all else, or the american (and christian) obsession with the concept of redemption and self sacrifice making regulus a more compelling character than one that lived and died good (lily and james), but this was the one i wanted to focus on today.

[fuck-customers]

Fuck people who don't fucking read posted signage and then do stupid shit. Especially when people are told repeatedly about it, and the sign (s) have been up for well over a month.

So, I work at a chain restaurant that sells coffee, breakfast, and donuts. And on New Year's, we opened at 6 am.

Tell me why people are trying to get in and trying to go through the drive thru at 5:11, about 11 minutes after I walk in the store to open? The lights weren't even on. There was no, absolutely zero, indication that we were open. Like, none. No lights. Music was off. It looked like a ghost town, with the exceptions of me and my baker. I still don't get what about any of that said that we were open.

Besides, I can't do anything until the exact opening time anyway. Especially if the store isn't ready to open. Plus, our systems are locked from making a sale outside of business hours. I couldn't if I wanted too.

I had a woman, a regular, even, come through the drive thru at like, 5:30. I tell her we don't open until 6. I have to tell the lady behind her the same thing. She comes back through at about a minute and a half before the store opens. Both store and company policy state that I cannot have her sit in the drive thru, because my drive times, which the head office is obsessed with, will go up if she just sits there. And I have been instructed to prevent that.

So, I tell her that we're still not open, and she goes "We'll, you got a minute." I told her that I still couldn't help her until we opened, and that I also couldn't have her sit in the drive thru to wait out that minute.

Is it stupid? Yes, but it's what corporate wants.

So, she's just like "Fine. I'll just go elsewhere." And I really just wanted to roll my eyes and tell her to go fuck herself.

And, because of the holidays, we no longer accept anything over a $20. Too many counterfeit bills, and corporate has even told us we can't accept them. And I understand that people are gonna get upset when they whip out a $50 or $100 for an order, but I'm not getting fired over people not wanting to pay with card or smaller bills.

I had a guy literally go "you HAVE to accept this. It's legal tender." about a $50. No sir, we do not. We have posted signage, AND, you have not yet received goods, as you are attempting to make a purchase. We don't owe you anything until it's paid for. And we don't accept anything larger than a $20, so your $50 is no good here. No, we will not make an exception. No, we don't have to accept it just because it's legal tender. State and federal law do not require me to take it, as it is considered an offer of payment, not a payment of debt owed.

It's like, has the fuckin common sense left these people? Or do they walk into the store that fucking stupid?

Oh, and what is it with third party delivery drivers just casually reaching behind the counter's set up for delivery and walk in mobile orders, to the little staging area behind, and just taking shit? Especially when there's nothing on the shelf? Like, no, there is a reason it's behind the little shelf for it. It's because it's not ready yet. And then, we get an angry customer call asking why part of their food is missing.

I remember one guy practically yelled at me over the phone for like, 5 or so minutes, and I just calmly asked if he was finished so that I could explain. I then told him that his driver took his unfinished order, even after being told it wasn't ready yet, and that we apologize for him not getting everything, but the driver had been told and refused to listen.

Thankfully, the guy understood, but geez. And of course, I sadly have so many more stories that I wish I didn't have.

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[enchantedtomeetyou1113]

post war Levi! x reader

Let me down slowly

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Summery: you and Levi live in your own small home after the war ended years before. You’ve been distant and he doesn’t know why.

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A/n : hi! So basically I think I’m slowly becoming a song fic enthusiast it’s honestly an obsession. this is inspired by ‘let me down slowly’ by Alec Benjamin. Yes I know blast from the past I seen Alec post him playing it on guitar on TikTok and it inspired me to listen which inspired me to write this-I hope you enjoy!!!

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Warnings: sad Levi . Angst . Hurt/comfort . Sfw

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One week. One week of y/n being distant towards him. Sure they talk but not like the usual quiet conversations they share. There’s no comfortable silences and there hasn’t been soft whispers in the dark. Why? A question Levi asked over 100 times.

“Sorry I’ve just been in my head..” she’d reply with everytime, promising to give him attention after she finished with whatever task she’s so busy with.

And everytime he’d find her picking up a new task,and then another and another until she claims she’s too tired to stay up. Everytime she ends up sleeping while Levi lies awake fighting with his own fears and overthinking.

‘Did I do something?’

‘Is there someone else?’

These thoughts haunted his mind along with countless more. Levi was never good at voicing his feelings especially when it was ones that deemed him as weak or vulnerable.

So he fell asleep on the opposite side of their shared bed,feeling more and more restless without her normal proximity. His usual routine of holding her close until they both snored softly now changed into her falling asleep first curled up in her own little ball and Levi staying up staring at her until flipping over with his back facing the sleeping girl.

Hours later he woke up hearing footsteps sounding like they were coming from the kitchen and into the small bathroom down the small hallway. He blinked away the remaining sleep noticing the empty spot beside him.

Levi stood up feeling the cold floor and dragged himself up and through the little hallway to the bathroom door.

He knocked softly “y/n?” His voice laced with sleep and worry. “Are you alright? Why are you up so late?”

He heard rustling in the bathroom before he heard her small voice. “Im fine-“ He didn’t believe her from the sound of her voice. He furrowed his brows “okay.. come back to bed when you’re done,yeah?” He didn’t hear anything else after that and he stayed a few moments before walking back to the cold bedroom that used to be warm.

He waited laying face up on their bed. Staring at the ceiling waiting for his girl to come back. His patience was growing thin as 15 minutes passed by until he heard the floorboards creek under her steps as she came around the corner into the dark room.

He took this as an opportunity,an open door of sorts to finally talk to her about what’s really going on.

“Hey,” he starts his eyes not looking at her figure as she crawled onto her side on the bed. He felt himself get choked up trying to think of the right thing to say to get her to open up.

“Hi..” she said back. His eyes trailed to her and he wanted to sink into a hole and hide from the unreadable look on her face. It also wasn’t helping that he felt his eyes burn with unwanted tears.

‘Of course she doesn’t love me, look at me. I’m missing an eye,I have 1 and a half of a hand ugly scars that take up half of my face-‘ Levi was thinking to himself his own voice feeling like a drum in his ears and before he realized his arms wrapped around her pulling her in tighter then ever.

He heard her soft gasp. A man who once had dignity and grace. Who many looked up to and feared,now sat slipping through the cracks of her cold embrace.

“If.. if you’re leaving will you let me down slowly? Can you not string me along? Show me some sympathy or something-“ he breathed out as the hot tears fell down his cheek. “If you want to go-I can’t stop you..but I’ll be lonely” he whispered the last part but she caught it.

He felt her arms wrap around him in return. And his eyes widened slightly. “Levi,” she sighs as he prepares himself for the worst. “I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” His brows raised and a hopeful but confused expression was plastered on his face. His lips parted slightly but he couldn’t think of a thing to say.

“I’m sorry…I’ve been so worried that I’m not enough for you and.. and that I’m not enough for anyone that I became distant.” Her eyes don’t meet his when he pulls back to look at her expression.

“What?” His brows furrow for the 10th time tonight. “What the hell makes you think that?”

“It…it started when you had that..nightmare last week..” the memory flashed through his mind.

~

“Darling it’s okay-it’s not real wake up.” She shook him softly.

“Get-get off me!” He struggled in his sleep.

“It’s just me! Come on open your eyes-“

His eyes shot open and he sat up abruptly gasping. He felt his whole body shaking and in a cold sweat. “It’s okay..” she whispered as she rubbed circles on his arm. He shrugged her off as he plopped himself back down. She felt a little hurt but pushed it to the side. “Do.. do you want to talk about it?” “No.” “Are you sure?”

“You can’t help anyways.”

Oh.

~

“Y/n…” he trails off understanding her behavior.

“I just…I just want to be able to help you.. shouldn’t I be the one to?” She whispered

“You do-you are.” He puts his good hand on her cheek cupping her sad face. “You are the only one who helps. And the only one I want to help.. you do more for me then I can ever ask for.” his thumb pets her cheek. She feels tears well up in her eyes and Levi wipes the hot tear as it falls down her face.

“I wouldn’t want it from anyone else. You are the only one I’d ever need.” Her lips turn slightly up and his face mirrors hers.

She moved closer to press her lips onto his and he practically melts into her intoxicating touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his around her waist as he pulls her closer to him. When the kiss breaks he lays down pulling her onto his chest and his fingers find their way into her hair. She sighs in content and both feel the weight on their shoulders lifted.

“You’re not actually allowed to leave.” He says matter of factly.

“Lucky you that’s the last thing on my mind.”

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A/n: you know what I tried 😔 I don’t know how sucky this is but please like and comment your thoughts 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[mirensiart]

I’m obsessed with the concept of hyrule warriors happening pre lu and like, sometimes in fics war and wind won’t recognize time at first but i think it’d be funnier if they immediately know. The rest of the chain are wondering why the captain and the old man cuddle all the time but, hell, he’s the hero of time, who knows. Wind joins in and, alright, he’s the youngest, maybe he just wants a hug, that’s understandable, it’d probably set the example and let the rest of the chain join in easier. The chain gets to be affectionate with each other, Time, Wars, and Wind get to cuddle again, win win.

Also tho, I think it’d be funny if at some point before Wind shows up they’re all telling stories and and siblings come up and to keep the mood good(ish) Time takes his turn and he’s just like “ah, my big brother, Tune. A hero, like all of us, a skilled warrior and a pirate on top of that. I miss him” and then has to explain oh he’s not dead it’s weird time travel shenanigans, that’s just kinda par for the course at this point, no guys it’s okay and launches into a happy anecdote about them playing music probably. And they all kinda hope he’ll also get to show up, if not for the promise of another great hero, but for Times sake, their old man deserves to see his big brother again. And the Wind/Tune reveal happens and everyone sits there nodding like yeah to be fair, time traveling pirate hero, probably should have put that together earlier (how do you tell your other brothers three of you fought a war together but it was idk like a couple years ago for one, like 20 for another, and a couple months ago for the other. Also two of you have different names now. Funniest answer I think might be don’t but not out of secrecy, they just didn’t realize they had to. Maybe the reveal is one of them fucking up on the names one too many times and someone bring it up kinda worried. (“Look, old man, it’s okay to miss him but Wind isn’t Tune” “what the fuck I literally am” “what” “I fought a war and this is the respect I get” “language” “not now Wars, what does he mean?”)

(Sorry this is so long, had a captain it’s Tuesday kinda Tuesday too, and I’m recovering with comfort)

YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

I especially love the Wind+Time shenanigans like maybe time acts like The Responsible Adult and The Dad around the others, but he's a lil shit and acts like An Annoying Younger Brother around Wind which is hilarious out of context cause they're the oldest+youngest lmao

I personally think it's very on brand for Time and Wind to just go with it and not explain cause it's hilarious seeing everyone's reactions, they convince Wars not to tell too via blackmail

Also I don't know if you saw this drawing I did of Time+Wind older/younger brother dynamic lol but yes I'm super obsessed with it too

[keruukat]

EXPLODES BECAUSE I JUST WROTE THIS ALL OUT AND TUMBLR SHAT ITSELF AS SOON AS I WENT TO CHECK MY SEARCHING HISTORY.

Anyway. YAY TAG GAME :D. I love being tagged in things! Lemme cliff notes what I had before because I was So Rambly. Anyway!

Last song: probably some 80s song on the radio bc of Mom, but in terms of me searching out? …And If I Did, You Deserved It. By Will Wood! Specifically the Chonny Jash cover because what am I if not predictable (so excited for whatever new wee woo covers he’s doing next month… I forget which won the poll)

Favorite color: complicated but either purple or green. Big fan of p much any shade of cool tones, plus gem tones and earth tones r good too :3

Last movie: Madoka Magica Rebellion! After binging the whole anime with close friends last summer. 10/10 was great

Last show: don’t watch tv but last podcast was WTNV and I have some YouTube series suggestions if anyone wants em

Sweet/savory/spicy: yes. Spice I have a limit to and it’s low? I don’t want to be in pain because of my food. And sugar hates me in particular (gotta love prediabetes). So I guess savory? I just love any strong flavor. Been a fan of pickles lately… ooh and trying new fish salads. Been really liking sardine rilletes lately!

Last thing I googled: asexual wiki (to ensure I was remembering a microlabel right. I was not. So sorry fraysexuals shoutout to fraysexuals I thought my OC was you but he doesn’t fit the label but yall r chill)

Current obsession: My OCs. Please ask me about them. Please. Please. I need to post more about them. Please.

Looking forward to: lunch tomorrow! Have plans for ramen using some leftover birria broth… oh and I’m looking forward to playing some games I have downloaded! And finishing a crochet tote bag I’m making. And heading back to college! And figuring out why my body is trying to Kill Itself (AKA shit is fucked and it’s an autoimmune disease but it’s doing funky shit that not even a rheumatologist can figure out…. So I can’t get a diagnosis… Send help.) And fixing all the shit going wrong mechanically too…. Theres a lot.

I am getting too eepy to tag tooooo many people but I want yo get back into tagging people in these games again! So @squeak-4657 @disruptivevoib @socialc1imb @shxwrunner @thesaddersalad and anyone else who sees this! Especially my moots that I didn’t have the spoons to tag it’s 2am and im exhausted

People I want to Know Better Tag

thanks for the tag @localwolfgoesawooo <3

last song: Я и твой кот (me and your cat) by svidaniye

favorite color: really most shades of green, but particularly sage and forest green

last movie: A Great Unknown

last tv show: For All Mankind

sweet/savory/spicy: savory for the most part, although sometimes I'll be in a sweet mood

relationship status: taken <3, shoutout to my amazing girlfriend

last thing i googled: TJS to USD conversion rate

current obsession: getting more ear piercings lol, I fear ear piercing TikTok really has its claws in me

looking forward to: getting back home. I'm on a work trip rn and I can't wait to finally get home to my gf, our cats, and sleep in my own bed

For this I'm tagging @under-pink-skys @imsiriuslyreading @messrsrarchives @solarissuns @hotteststar and anyone else who wants to join in!

[aluyatoktokbang]

PERSONAL DATA OF "T.ROGERS"

(TICCI-TOBY)

((This is a headcanon I made of Ticci-Toby, a version of mine for my character's story, that's why it has some changes, I hope you like it <3))

Full Name:

-T. (Tobias) Joseph Rogers.

Age:

-25 years old (present)

Height:

-1.85 meters (6'1").

Weight:

-79 kg.

Date of Birth:

-April 23, 1998.

Nationality:

-German (currently residing in Colorado, USA).

Family:

-Angela Sabine Becker, (Mother, Housewife). Current status: deceased.

-Norman Rogers, (Father, Architect). Current status: deceased.

-Lyra Edith Rogers, (Sister, Veterinarian). Current status: deceased.

Current Status:

-Alive (serial killer, thief, kidnapper, with cannibalistic and pyromaniac tendencies, urgently wanted, dead or alive).

Physical Traits:

-Brown, wavy, semi-long, messy hair, beard covering the chin, not very thick, pale and neglected skin, emaciated and tired appearance; prominent dark circles, large dark brown eyes; lack of flesh and tissue on the left cheek, exposing the gums and teeth, with small, healed cuts around it from the car accident with his sister; left-eye blindness due to physical attack, scar across the left eye, bruises and bites due to tics, long, robust arms, large hands, long fingers filled with bites, damaged nails, long athletic legs, sturdy build, highly developed physical condition, and normal body temperature.

Diseases or Conditions:

-Tourette’s syndrome (involuntary vocal, physical, and verbal tics such as whistling, growling, hitting, grimacing, scratching, etc.), schizophrenia, intermittent explosive disorder, metophobia (irrational fear of alcohol, alcoholic drinks, or people who drink alcohol due to trauma with his father), congenital insensitivity to pain (unable to feel physical pain), anosmia (loss of the sense of smell, though he can slightly perceive temperature differences), and obsessive-compulsive disorder (constantly counting, silently repeating phrases or words).

Weapons Used:

-Brutal strength such as legs, arms, and hands in hand-to-hand combat, two axes (one with a wooden handle and the other with an orange rubber handle, both in good condition, sharp and heavy blades), two hunting knives, and a Swiss knife. Any sharp or blunt object is suitable for him.

Skills:

-Very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, very developed body strength, quite fast, agile, and has good aim with axes.

Weaknesses:

-Tends to be clumsy, not good with stealth, not silent due to his tics, which can betray him; tends to be stubborn, obstinate, easily loses patience, and has a bad temper; does not detect any type of hit, pain, or physical wound, whether minor or severe, so he’s at risk of not treating his wounds on time; fixated on his cannibalistic desires, which distracts him too much and makes him unstable; he is a smoker and sensitive to loud sounds.

Extras:

-Constantly checks if he has any severe wounds to prevent hemorrhages that could weaken him or end his life. Carries a pouch with: bandages, stolen money, matches, cigarettes, band-aids, dopamine blockers, antidepressants (helps with tics, he steals them although not always successfully), and a file to sharpen axes. He enjoys carving wood, which helps him control his anxiety and distracts his mind. His favorite food is “Saumagen,” a German dish consisting of pork belly stuffed with various ingredients, almost like a giant sausage. He also grew fond of pozole, thanks to Karen (Santa Cruz). He sometimes acts as a "protective father," to refuse becoming like his father, being overprotective, caring, and emotionally attached. He can’t cook, and many of his attempts end in burning everything, making Cruz end up cooking for him.

Clothing:

-Wears a pair of yellow circular goggles, a black leather muzzle with metal bars and chains hanging from it to cover his identity, prevent himself from biting himself or Cruz; sometimes wears a burlap sack as a "mask" with holes for the eyes, placing the goggles over it, just to feel his identity is protected or because he’s tired of carrying his muzzle. He also wears a grayish-green sweatshirt, sleeves with a tricolor pattern: light gray-green, dark green-brown, and white, with a blue hood; underneath, he wears a black turtleneck shirt with long sleeves, a black denim overall, dark brown military-style boots, leather shoulder holsters to carry his axes on his back, a leather strap on his leg where he carries his hunting knives, and black latex gloves covering his hands, under which he wears bandages and band-aids to cover his wounds.

Modus Operandi:

-He doesn’t have a specific victim, he can kill men, women, elderly people, minors, or anyone who seems a threat or simply to release stress. If he wants to eat human flesh, he becomes selective about his victims, even obsessing over devouring the flesh of someone specific, doing whatever it takes to achieve that goal. He analyzes their health, the quality of the meat, body composition, and vulnerability to attack, being careful to preserve the body in good condition, using preservation techniques similar to those used for pork meat. He doesn’t care about the gender or age, as long as it’s suitable for consumption. He tends to have pyromaniac tendencies and enjoys burning his victims alive just for fun and for the smell of burnt flesh. He doesn’t attack animals because he promised his sister, who was a veterinarian, that he would never harm animals, even if they attacked him. If he did, he would feel guilty. Sometimes, out of necessity, he robs in isolated places at night, like convenience stores, his victims, or places not far from the city.

Personality:

-He has a shy, calm, and nervous personality. His way of speaking is blunt, cold, and reserved, silent (except for the tics), antisocial. With extreme trust in someone, he can be playful, affectionate in his own way, likes to tease, joke, be delicate, courteous, and overprotective. If he feels comfortable or loved by someone, he becomes anxiously attached, even obsessed with that person. He’s somewhat clumsy and careless with things he finds irrelevant. When attacking, he completely loses control of his strength and anger, acting without thinking, blinded by hunger or rage; he’s bloodthirsty. Very rarely does he act like a small, defenseless, innocent child, though it’s unclear whether it’s due to his disorders or as a way to deceive his victims.

Nicknames:

-As his full name is unknown, some call him "The Ax Killer," "The Fireman,", "Ticci-Ticci" or "The Muzzled Lumberjack." Only one person knows his full name but limits herself to calling him "T," his childhood friend (Santa Cruz).

Interpersonal Relationships:

-He had a very close relationship with his sister Lyra before her passing. He also had a good relationship with his mother, who took care of him, helping him with medications, therapy, and home teachings. He had a friendship with Karen Isabella de la Cruz, his best friend and the only one who truly understood, respected, and comprehended him. She never mocked him, even learning about his conditions to better understand him. This caused him to develop intense, anxious attachment to her, treating her as his "partner" despite not formally being one. However, after killing his father and becoming a killer, he never saw her again until later, when he found her changed, having also become a killer. Despite this, due to his anxious attachment, he decided to stay by her side. Their relationship is complicated, at times acting as best friends, at other times like a couple, but without a formal commitment. He likes to overprotect her, causing strong arguments due to differences in thoughts or actions that displeased the other. A toxic relationship developed, to the point of wanting to possess her, to eat her, causing one of the strongest fights that ended in a tragedy leading to his demise.

(It's an old drawing. It's T. Rogers' Headcanon design)

[asexualbookbird]

I've been looking for enamel pins, are there any artists you'd recommend?

GASP YEAH

Admittedly, I haven't bought any enamel pins in a hot second BUT STILL! I HAVE ARTISTS SAVED!!!!

every time artoftangmo has released the angel sets, I've backed the whole thing lol (reasons why I haven't bought pins in a while,) they're SO GOOD and right up my aesthetic. The mertal choices. The simple details. The wings. ten out of TANGMO!

Alum & Ink has. So many choices. Of all sorts of different techniques. I have the star chart pin and IT SPINS!!!!! IT'S A WORKING STAR CHART!!!! ON A PIN!!!!!! They have great examples of clear enamel usage, great soft enamel designs (so many pin sellers use a soft enamel pin as a cheaper way to make their designs that SHOULD be hard enamel and it just. Doesn't work.) that I actually like to look at lol Dangly charms pins?? Playing with different metals and line widths. So amazing. How do they do it all. Looking at their shop, they've added a lot of new designs too.....

Shattered Earth is who I first think of when I think of clear enamel because of their stained glass pins! I have the terrarium D20 pin and it's so pretty!!!! My fave pin from them is Bell Goose, from Untitled Goose Game. It's put away right now but IT DINGS! Fantastic design.

thisishannako doesn't look like they're very active online anymore and their shop is closed :( but I can't NOT mention the artist that got me obsessed with pins. I belonged to their pin club on patreon until they shut down the teir (understandably; they got a great job and couldn't keep up with monthly pin design and production I'm so happy for them!!!!) THE WHALES! THE CLOWN! THE GLOW IN THE DARK CLEAR GHOST FRAME! MOTHMANS! My fave designer of soft enamel pins. Hannako GETS IT! I should dig out the kitsune mask pins, matte black and white metal (depending on which you bought) with the soft enamel making up the details???? chefs kiss

MidnightZone did one of my FAVORITE pin kickstarters, Take This, Travelers, a set of d&d weapons in pin form. I got the bow, the violin, and the rapier. The soft enamel and thick copper metal is PEAK design.

Coey and Shy have great.....I wouldn't call them creepy but they advertise a few of their designs as "occult", They pop up at cons in my area, and I always have to check them out. I thought they were one of the artists that did the pride collar pins but they're not on the shop? Luckily Jackal & Hare also does them, mine are put away so I'm not sure which artist I have lol

Did you know you can make pins out of WOOD?? mittiepaul has a wooden worm on a string pin. just saying. they're one of the many artists I miss from twitter lololol lots of cryptids.

and of course, mayticks, for all your bot and locked tomb pin needs. I really love the murderbot pin, I love how the metal matches the enamel just enough that you have to catch the light to see all of it. Bot would love that. Do not perceive it.

[my-cabbages-gorl]

this isn’t a new thought but I’m feeling emotional about how meaningful ATLA is to so many Asian American people like myself who grew up in an extremely Asian household in the United States surrounded by white culture. ATLA being SO cool among all of my friends in the states growing up felt like such a special way for people like us to be represented. And that there were no white people- that it was specifically ONLY Asian and indigenous people. And, especially that it is a show that did such an incredible job of incorporating real elements of indigenous, south East Asian, and Asian cultures into the main storyline. Me and my siblings all curled up on the couch watching it together and talking about which characters we were most like. Because we saw people who looked like us and shared our practices. For once (which felt really special at the time) Asians were the good guys, the bad guys, and everything in between. Not some caricature villain or caricature sexualized woman- everything. That’s good shit.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[acevity]

thats it. smacks you guys with a snippet from a wip.

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Its not her fault that every new appearance of theirs ignites an urge to draw! How was she supposed to resist when they wander into the common area with such unique accessories and takes on their limbs! Ideas and variations that she could never have considered and worn with such a cool aura!

"Did you make these?" They hummed, a hand flipping through the layers of pinned sketches and studying each intently. Part of her screamed 'No duh!!!! Who's room are you in!!', but the other just rolled in panic. What if Zooble hated them? What if they wanted to mock her for it? What if they think she’s terrible no good awful and should be thrown in the cellar because of her comics? Did they see her art of her ocs kissing?!

Quick, make up a good lie.

"Yeah, I uh. I did." That was not a lie, Gangle!! That was very much the truth! Her nerves grew twisted as she began to ramble. "I think Caine's avatar creation is interesting and I like seeing all the new forms people come in as. Like - Like your’s, with all the variations you can change into! It’s so neat!" 

Zooble blinked at that, their antennae swaying slightly in what Gangle could only assume was pure hatred and wishing for her to explode and die. Their silence lingered, fraying her already rattled nerves further. She twirled her hands together, nearly knotting them up as she spoke, “I just. I think it’s cool. That you can get creative with it.”

Their gaze turned back to the cork board. Gangle wanted to abstract. “Would you draw something for me?” The question startled her, jerking back into reality with a soft ‘huh?’. When Gangle just stared, Zooble continued. “I like your art. I want some in my room.”

[sesamestreep]

it really is SUCH a shame that there’s no episode of TOS where the enterprise crew time jumps to Regency-era England or goes to a planet that modeled its culture on that era or something, because it would truly slap for every single main character. Like I don’t even have to explain why this would be awesome for Spock— Mr. I’ll-smash-a-computer-with-my-bare-hands-before-I’ll-admit-I’m-horny himself, king of repression, who basically recreated the famous Pride and Prejudice Hand Flex Scene™️ with his beloved Captain that one time, who meets a blind woman with a high tech gown that helps her “see” and LITERALLY tells her to give his compliments to her dressmaker, who mislead a woman once about his affections and tenderly promised to safeguard her reputation forever about it, who has the perfect angular features to be set off by a cravat—I mean, you get it, but then you’ve also got Kirk—handsome, affable, brave Naval captain who loves his crew more than himself, who falls in like deep profound love with every woman the plot throws at him—and then McCoy—cantankerous, sure, (ever heard of a grumpy/sunshine trope??) but with impeccable, downright old school manners towards women and, yeah, a doctor’s not that prestigious in Regency times, but for like a young lady in trouble who needs the protection of a man’s name or who just wants to piss off her stuffy aristocrat family by marrying “beneath” them, who could be better? If you throw Scotty in the mix, well, he’s Scottish, which [points at a whole subgenre of regency romance novels] is all he’d really need. I’m just saying they would have CLEANED UP, okay??

[skitskatdacat63]

those 2011 pics remind me of hard the McLaren race suits used to fuck, I loved the vodafone era suits so much 🥹

YES AGREED!!! I love the Vodafone McLaren livery, literally peak!!!!!

Thank you for sending this ask bcs now I get to talk about 2011 in particular. There were these special Saturday race suits and they're all so pretty!!! Hugo Boss did a design competition to celebrate their partnership with McLaren and different artists made different designs for the Quali days. They're so beautiful 🥹🥹 Why can't they do anything fun like that now???? I digress, I went through all the Qualis and compiled pics of all of them!!

[fanfictiongreenirises]

the way they literally addressed all the real life hate mail sue was getting in the comic