#why does he have 2 names there’s no point

[tarotlexa]

PICK A PILE READING- your male version!

don't ask me why i thought about this reading because i couldn't really give you an explanation besides the fact that i was over caffeinated. <3

the idea behind this is that most of you are women and one day i randomly thought: what would i have been like if i were born a man? what would his vibes be? idk! why not make it a tarot reading? so here we are.

as always, this is a collective reading so take what resonates and leave what does not my luv. <3

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pile 1: you know one of those boys that some tumblr girls simply crave? poetic, melancholic, distant, soft but untouchable. very fought over but he simply wouldn't care LMAOOO a literal heartbreaker, a manwhore without even acting on it since he's a yearner. think will graham (i know i know), he would probably have curly hair too since most girls love it. he's constantly torn between his idealistic romantic self and his abandonment issues. probably writes poetry no one reads, very guarded by reason and intellect. definitely popular but unaware of it lol

vibes: as i said before, will graham!! nick nelson (heartstopper), charlie from heartstopper too, will byers, the main character from perks of being a wallflower (forgot his name), timothee chalamet in a sad boy role, tom hansen from 500 days of summer, robert pattinson

pile 2: anxious king, holds everything together but crumbling inside, big no one takes care of me energy. just wants to be held, but only if you ask nicely. a serious, ambitious man who overthinks EVERYTHING to the point of getting anxious over made up scenarios. holds too tightly to people or routines, definitely very patrick batemanesque. he might look very put together but he’s secretly scared of crumbling. he has a fear of being judged and letting go. probably has a 10 step skincare routine.

vibes: zuko from avatar, patrick bateman ofc, batman/bruce wayne, jeremy allen white in the bear, adam driver too because why not.

pile 3: "in tarot we don't say sugar daddy, we say king of pentacles", a brilliant and reliable man who has a flair for spending money on whatever he wants to. probably a bit of a player too. he knows he's hot shit (in a bretman rock way), his mind is sharp and crystal clear and his power is in knowing when to act and when to pause. he smells expensive and always knows how to get the bag, also a proud rolex collection owner. definitely into vintage cars too. somewhat obnoxious. fears vulnerability or being perceived as weak.

vibes: ned stark from game of thrones, steve harrington from stranger things, any of those wannabe heroes in any other tv show or movie, maybe carlisle from twilight too. idk not many names are coming up to me atm.

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed this random unhingedness. <3

[internetdaddy98]

The Ties That Bind Us - Chapter 35

Previous | Next [Series Masterlist] Content Warning: 18+; MDNI: explicit content

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One year married. Six months pregnant. One very hormonal wife and one deeply devoted, unfairly attractive ER attending husband.

The ER was mayhem incarnate, but so were you.

“Is it warm in here, or is it just me?” you muttered, tugging at the collar of your maternity scrubs as you walked alongside Robby. “I feel like I’m going through puberty but in reverse. Everything itches. I want to cry. And I also want to climb you.”

Robby chuckled. “That’s a hell of a morning update, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me unless you’re planning to do something about it,” you muttered under your breath, eyeing the way his cargo pants hung just a little too well on his hips. Your gaze lingered. “Why do your shoulders look broader today? Did you train in the morning? 

“...I carried a trauma patient up two flights of stairs,” he offered with a smirk. “Does that count?”

“You’re really pushing your luck, Robinavitch.”

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Exhibit A: On-call room

You had dragged Robby into the cardiology on-call room with the pretense of needing a nap.

The second the door clicked shut behind them, you spun and grabbed the front of his scrubs, eyes wild and frustrated. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?”

Robby’s brows rose, amused. “Good afternoon to you, too.”

“No. No, you don’t get to look like that. With your sleeves rolled up, smelling like pheromones, handing me water bottles like some kind of knight-slash-fertility god.”

“You are carrying our child,” he pointed out, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “so the fertility bit is kind of on the nose.”

You groaned and backed him into the bed, straddling his lap before he could even get another word in.

“You drive me insane,” you said, mouth brushing his jaw. “I wake up thinking about you. I dream about you. I sit in meetings trying not to imagine your hands on me.”

“Hey,” he murmured, voice thickening. “I love you. I want you happy. And healthy. And-”

“—ravished,” you finished, grinding down against him.

He sucked in a breath. “Jesus, Y/N—”

You kissed him hard, hands slipping beneath his waistband, as he gasped against your mouth.

It was desperate. Beautiful. Chaotic. And very, very real.

By the time you stepped out the door, your braid was coming loose and Robby’s hair was wild. Dana caught sight of them, arched a brow, and immediately walked the other way. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Exhibit B: Supply room

Later, Robby was restocking chest tubes when you all but cornered him in the supply closet.

“We need to talk,” you whispered, already closing the door.

He turned, half amused. “You’re glowing.”

“I’m burning. My skin feels electric. If I don’t touch you in the next thirty seconds, I might combust.”

“Baby—”

“I know it’s inappropriate. I know. But I’ve been thinking about your hands on my hips since 2 p.m., and now I’m not thinking anymore. I’m doing.”

Her mouth was on his neck before he could object again, hands under his shirt. He caught her, palms spread over her lower back, guiding her against the wall gently so he didn’t press against her bump too hard.

“Y/N,” he growled against her ear, “we’re in a closet.”

“And I’m your wife. Who you haven’t kissed in hours.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

The kiss deepened fast, sloppy and hungry, all breathless moans and half-stifled gasps. You reached for him, fingers frantic, and he groaned, teeth dragging across her throat.

Outside, someone passed by whistling. Inside, you murmured his name, hips shifting with purpose as he rocked into you. You arched into him, head falling on his chest.

“Five more minutes,” you whispered, panting.

“I need ten,” he replied, voice rough. “You’re too good for just five.” ---------------------------------------------------

Exhibit C: The bathroom

The text came through at 6:06 PM.

Bathroom in South Wing. Now.

Robby had to physically bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. 

“Everything alright?”

“Urgent consult.”

“In the bathroom?”

Robby didn’t answer. He was already moving.

When he opened the door, you were already leaning against the counter, flushed, shirt unbuttoned halfway. You gave him a look that could melt titanium.

“You’re late.”

“I had to get away from the residents without looking suspicious.”

“You’re terrible at lying,” you said, pulling him in by his scrub top.

“Luckily, I’m great at making you forget.”

The moment their lips met, it was chaos again, hands tangled in fabric, breathless laughter, Robby lifting you to sit on the counter, careful and delicate. Your fingers were already sliding beneath the waistband of his pants, and he exhaled roughly.

“You sure?” he whispered, brushing his lips over your collarbone.

“Positive. Shut up and kiss me.”

They emerged ten minutes later. Flushed, messy, and smiling like idiots.

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That night, curled up in bed, Robby massaged your swollen feet as you sipped on tea and grumbled.

“It’s official. I’m going crazy.”

“You’re radiant.”

“I nearly tackled you in a closet.”

“And I’d let you do it again.”

You paused. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he said, brushing his thumb along the arch of your foot. “I’m the luckiest man alive. You’re growing a tiny version of us and somehow still make time to remind me I’m hot.”

You snorted. “You are hot. Infuriatingly so.”

Robby leaned in, kissed the side of your knee. “And you’re mine.”

“...Hey Michael?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t wear that cologne to work tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d really like to keep my job. And I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself.”

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Like her or not, we're now on the same side and this woman knows what she's talking about. She suggests actionable steps steps we must take to win ourcountry back from the fascists.

From Liz Cheney

Dear Democratic Party,

I need more from you. You keep sending emails begging for $15,while we’re watching fascism consolidate power in real time. This administration is not simply “a different ideology.” It is a coordinated, authoritarian machine — with the Supreme Court, the House, the Senate, and the executive pen all under its control. And you? You’re still asking for decorum and donations. WTF. That won’t save us. I don’t want to hear another polite floor speech. I want strategy. I want fire. I want action so bold it shifts the damn news cycle — not fits inside one. Every time I see something from the DNC, it’s asking me for funds.

Surprise. Those of us who donate don’t want to keep sending money just to watch you stand frozen as the Constitution goes up in flames — shaking your heads and saying, “Well, there’s not much we can do. He has the majority.” I call bullshit. If you don’t know how to think outside the box… If you don’t know how to strategize… If you don’t know how to fight fire with fire… what the hell are we giving you money for? Some of us have two or three advanced degrees. Some of us have military training. Some of us know what coordinated resistance looks like — and this ain’t it. Yes, the tours around the country? Nice. The speeches? Nice. The clever congressional clapbacks? Nice. That was great for giving hope. Now we need action.

You have to stop acting like this is a normal presidency that will just time out in four years. We’re not even at Day 90, and look at the chaos. Look at the disappearances. Look at the erosion of the judiciary, the press, and our rights. If you do not stop this, we will not make it 1,460 days. So here’s what I need from you — right now:

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1. Form an independent, civilian-powered investigative coalition.

I’m talking experts. Veterans. Whistleblowers. Journalists. Watchdog orgs. Deputize the resistance. Build a real-time archive of corruption, overreach, and executive abuse. Make it public. Make it unshakable. Let the people drag the rot into the light. If you can’t hold formal hearings, hold public ones. If Congress won’t act, let the country act. This isn’t about optics — it’s about receipts. Because at some point, these people will be held accountable. And when that day comes, we’ll need every name, every signature, every illegal order, every act of silence—documented. You’re not just preserving truth — you’re preparing evidence for prosecution. The more they vanish people and weaponize data, the more we need truth in the sunlight.

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2. Join the International Criminal Court.

Yes, I said it. Call their bluff. You cannot control what the other side does. But you can control your own integrity. So prove it. Prove that your party is still grounded in law, human rights, and ethical leadership. Join. If you’ve got nothing to hide — join. Show the world who’s hiding bodies, bribes, and buried bank accounts. Force the GOP to explain why they’d rather protect a war criminal than sign a treaty. And while you’re at it, publicly invite ICC observers into U.S. borders. Make this administration explain — on camera — why they’re terrified of international oversight.

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3. Fund state-level resistance infrastructure.

Don’t just send postcards. Send resources. Channel DNC funds into rapid-response teams, legal defense coalitions, sanctuary networks, and digital security training. If the federal government is hijacked, build power underneath it. If the laws become tools of oppression, help people resist them legally, locally, and boldly. This is not campaign season — this is an authoritarian purge. Stop campaigning. Act like this is the end of democracy, because it is. We WILL REMEMBER the warriors come primaries. Fighting this regime should be your marketing strategy.

And let’s be clear:

The reason the other side always seems three steps ahead is because they ARE. They prepared for this. They infiltrated school boards, courts, local legislatures, and police unions. They built a machine while you wrote press releases. We’re reacting — they’ve been executing a plan for years. It’s time to shift from panic to blueprint. You should already be working with strategists and military minds on PROJECT 2029 — a coordinated, long-term plan to rebuild this country when the smoke clears.

You should be publicly laying out:

• The laws and amendments you’ll pass to ensure this never happens again• The systems you’ll tear down and the safeguards you’ll enshrine • The plan to hold perpetrators of human atrocities accountable • The urgent commitment to immediately bring home those sold into slavery in El Salvador You say you’re the party of the people? Then show the people the plan.

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4. Use your platform to educate the public on rights and resistance tactics.

If they’re going to strip us of rights and lie about it — arm the people with truth. Text campaigns. Mass trainings. Downloadable “Know Your Rights” kits. Multilingual legal guides. Encrypted phone trees. Give people tools, not soundbites. We don’t need more slogans. We need survival manuals.

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5. Leverage international media and watchdogs.

Stop hoping U.S. cable news will wake up. They’re too busy playing both sides of fascism. Feed the real stories to BBC, Al Jazeera, The Guardian, Reuters, Der Spiegel — hell, leak them to anonymous dropboxes if you have to. Make what’s happening in America a global scandal. And stop relying on platforms that are actively suppressing truth. Start leveraging Substack. Use Bluesky. That’s where the resistance is migrating. That’s where censorship hasn’t caught up. If the mainstream won’t carry the truth — outflank them. Get creative. Go underground. Go global. If our democracy is being dismantled in broad daylight, make sure the whole world sees it — and make sure we’re still able to say it.

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6. Create a digital safe haven for whistleblowers and defectors.

Not everyone inside this regime is loyal. Some are scared. Some want out. Build the channels. Encrypted. Anonymous. Protected. Make it easy for the cracks in the system to become gaping holes. And while you’re at it? Stop ostracizing MAGA defectors. Everyone makes mistakes — even glaring, critical ones. We are not the bullies. We are not the ones filled with hate. And it is not your job to shame people who finally saw the fire and chose to step out of it. They will have to deal with that internal struggle — the guilt of putting a very dangerous and callous regime in power. But they’re already outnumbered. Don’t push them back into the crowd. We don’t need purity. We need numbers. We need people willing to burn their red hats and testify against the machine they helped build.

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7. Study the collapse—and the comeback.

You should be learning from South Korea and how they managed their brief rule under dictatorship. They didn’t waste time chasing the one man with absolute immunity. They went after the structure. The aides. The enforcers. The loyalists. The architects. They knocked out the foundation one pillar at a time — until the “strongman” had no one left to stand on. And his power crumbled beneath him. You should be independently investigating every author of Project 2025, every aide who defies court orders, every communications director repeating lies, every policy writer enabling cruelty, every water boy who keeps this engine running. You can’t stop a regime by asking the king to sit down. You dismantle the throne he’s standing on — one coward at a time.

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Stop being scared to fight dirty when the other side is fighting to erase the damn Constitution.

They are threatening to disappear AMERICANS. A M E R I C A N S. And your biggest move can’t be another strongly worded email. We don’t want your urgently fundraising subject lines. We want backbone. We want action. We want to know you’ll stand up before we’re all ordered to sit down — permanently. We are watching. And I don’t just mean your base. I mean millions of us who see exactly what’s happening. I’ve only got 6,000 followers — but the groups I’m in? The networks I touch? Over a quarter million. Often when I speak, it echoes. But when we ALL speak, it ROARS with pressure that will cause change. We need to be deafening. You still have a chance to do something historic. To be remembered for courage, not caution. To go down as the party that didn’t just watch the fall — but fought the hell back with everything they had.

But the clock is ticking.

And the deportation buses are idling.

[haithhegimp]

RHATO has terrible writing (a collection)

most of us know that red hood and the outlaws has horrible writing, but i don't think people who haven't read it realise how bad it is. because even without mischaracterization, even without garbage plot, even without nonsensical story beats-- the very quality of the writing is terrible. here is a collection of things that wouldve been corrected by the most ameteaur proofreader out there and somehow made it into a real official canon DC book. (up till issue 4 of the 2011 version, i will almost definitely be making more installments of this)

(1)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #2]

i... think that was supposed to be a pun on smooth but it makes absolutely no fucking sense and jason's reply makes even less sense. if roy is calling jason smooth, what the fuck does move have to do with it? is it implying that jason put a move/flirted with the woman who gave him her number???? because jason didn't, and roy knows that. so then what is the move supposed to mean here? and i assume that the joke in jason's reply is supposed to be that there is nothing sounding like a "you" in traction, but like what the fuck does he mean by "traction"???? these are the definitions of traction according to oxford dictionary

and absolutely none of them make a lick of sense in this context.

(2)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #2]

con air is a 1997 american film about millitary whatever-the-fuck. either this is a reference to something in the film, or this is for some reason using filipino slang for an air conditioner. to my understanding, con air is not a classic american film that americans reference often or would know about casually, and even if it was the joke would be excluding an extremely large audience of dc that is outside of the US. my point being, why the fuck are you putting semi-obscure movie references into a comic that is very mainstream and almost definitely for international audiences, scott? i could read the plot of the film or watch the film to see if its even a valid reference but fuck that im proving my own point here as an international reader who doesn't understand what the hell this is supposed to mean even after fucking LOOKING IT UP. IF YOURE WRITING A MAINSTREAM COMIC WITH WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE VERY COMPREHENDABLE LANGUAGE, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE SHOULD BE LOOKING SHIT UP TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #2]

there are so many horrible things about this dialogue exchange that i feel like im having aneurysm. we'll start with suzie. these are the definitions of a homestead

absolutely none of them correspond or make sense to be used for the fancy high-rise hotel-like building that jason owns and they are currently in, nor does it make sense as being slang for a home because they are in HONG KONG and the word comes from oceania, north america, and south africa. not to mention "gone and come back" is just bad fucking wording. its clunky and confusing, is she saying that he's left and returned? or is she using "gone and" to express annoyance at jason returning to hong kong? it doesn't really matter in terms of overall understanding but its little things like that which fuck up the flow of reading.

moving on, a fainting couch is couch with a back raised on one end, it is popularly speculated that the fainting couch got its name due to victorian women feeling faint due to tight corsets-- although the name wasn't seen in usage until the 20th century. i genuinely have no fucking clue what suzie is talking about whatsoever when she refers to having one. it makes less than zero sense to me.

and finally for suzie, the progression of the sentence makes no fucking sense. "as i live and breathe! jason has gone and come back to the homestead, and me without my fainting couch!" what the fuck is that???? she starts with an exclamation of surprise, follows it with someone doing something in noun verb noun format, and then continues with someone lacking something in noun adjective noun format??? thats just not how sentences work? at least not good sentences. like regardless of the fact that what she's saying makes no sense, at least the correct way of saying it would be something like "as i live and breath! jason has gone and come back to the homstead, and i'm without my fainting couch!" or something like "jason, back in the homestead, and me without my fainting couch!" having two different structures in the same sentence is awkward and weird.

and MOVING ON to jason's line. here are the definitions of undercarriage

first of all, what the fuck is the scent of undercarriage??????? i genuinely have no fucking clue what in the hell that's supposed to be. and second of all, what is undercarriage supposed to be in this context???????? im so fucking confused i dont understand this line whatsoever.

(3)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #2]

"fry my bucket" is not a real phrase, scott.

(4)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #3]

sublingual doesn't mean what you think it means, scott.

(5)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #4]

im so fucking confused. what the hell does "a xenophobe. not many of them around." even mean?? its one of those things that almost makes sense if you give it a quick glanceover but is absolutely bonkers if you look at it for more than one second. is kori saying that xenophobes are rare???????? what?? no they are not????????

(6)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #4]

the race of people living on tamaran are called tamaraneans. scott knows this. he has used "tamaranean" in other places, i don't know how or why the person that has supposedly been stalking and researching aliens for the past five years of his life would say "tamaran" instead of "tamaranean". this is the equivalent of an alien in fiction saying "earth" instead of "earthling" or "human". im not rereading this shit but im also 80% sure that the guy has said "tamaranean" before, so i dont know what happened here.

(7)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #4]

here is the definition of clandestine.

either these University Scientists were conducting illegal experiments and that is just never brought up or mentioned or expanded on again (which is shitty writing in a different way), or that word doesn't mean whatever you think it means, scott.

(8)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #4]

here is the definiton of transubstantiation.

a transsubstantiator (which, why are there two "s" between trans and sub when the base word only has one?) is fictional and fake, so i suppose that its technically fine to use the word for whatever he wants but i still think its fucking stupid, and this is MY list/collection. (btw the machine was supposed to take away kori's powers. and im not christian or an expert on christianity but i dont think thats what the base word is supposed to be about.)

(9)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #4]

jason's response here is one of things that almost makes sense, but doesn't if you look at it for more than one second. what the fuck does he mean by "unless there's anyplace hotter."?? like is he saying that he wants to go to a hot place after he dies? that heat is bad and so if there was a more hot place he'd be going there? i really don't know, and i don't understand.

(10)

[Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011) #4]

the fact that his monologue is split between boxes tricks the reader into thinking it makes sense so i'm going to write it out for yall to understand that it does Not.

"I prepared for this night years ago. A year of training under the All-Caste. A night none of us believed would ever happen. Why am I so happy? Because I know I'm ready. Who knows? Maybe I was born ready."

that just... is nonsensical. first he goes on about training and being prepared and then he immediately contradicts himself by saying "maybe i was born ready". the "why am i so happy" comes out of nowhere, it's extremely vague whether he's talking to the reader as if they are questioning him or if he's wondering that about himself. the "because i know im ready" doesn't even answer the question that came out of nowhere, readiness has nothing to do with being happy??? this entire speech is so bullshitted together, all that without even my personal opinion that "maybe i was born ready" is just a bad line.

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that is all i have for now, i am 100% making more parts to this because rhato is a hate-comfort comic that i like to read and scream at whenever i feel like it. also just a side note because i am aware that a lot of us do this, it makes me uncomfortable to threaten actual injury or death towards real people, even as a joke, so i would appreciate it if none of you reblogged or replied with that kinda stuff towards any of the rhato creators on this post (or any of my posts). hope you enjoyed if you read the whole way through, have a nice day!

[persona-confessions]

Okay so this a VERY SPECIFIC and VERY PETTY confession I have. There’s this Persona AU I really like called “Flowerchild” where the premise is that the P5 Protagonist is the adopted son of Jun and Tatsuya. Almost every single fic I’ve read with this AU slaps hard but I’ve noticed that a lot of them shift the focus to Akira’s relationship with Tatsuya rather than focusing on Jun and Akira’s relationship and it bugs me A LOT.

Sure I can see WHY this happens: Both Akira and Tatsuya are protagonists and Tatsuya has more screentime than Jun across both Persona 2 games (Jun should’ve been 10x more important in Eternal Punishment’s story but that’s besides the point) so it makes sense more people know what Tatsuya’s deal is, but it still annoys me that it’s all about Tatsuya sometimes. Hell, I’m pretty sure there’s more TATSUYA centric Flowerchild fics than Jun centric ones. Like, why is Tatsuya the only one who has sole legal custody over Akira most of the time? Why does Akira have Suou as a last name most of the time and not Kurosu? It’s much closer to Kurusu. Why is Jun treated like a side character most of the time? Do people really think he’s too weak and emotional to raise a kid and needs Tatsuya, who has proven throughout both P2 games to not know what the fuck he’s doing half the time, to do all the important work?(Granted that last one is mainly due to how most people woobify Jun but that’s a rant for another day)

The only reason the AU even exists in the first place is because of the parallels between Jun and Akira as both of them are called Joker, have similar themes, and, last time I checked, Tatsuya wasn’t the Joker. Is it so hard to make a couple of Flowerchild fics that revolve around Akira’s feelings towards Jun and their overall relationship? I want more of those. I mean I’ll still keep reading Flowerchild AU fics in general cuz again; they’re really good, but I just want Jun to be more involved in his own goddamn AU.

Look, what I’m trying to say is that you should read “The Definition of Found Family” by hawkeing_eta

this is really interesting actually... i myself have never really delved too much into aus made by other people [though i've made a concerning amount myself lmfao] but i really need some more p2 content so i think i will check this out sometime! thank you anon :)

[lady-lilly-gray]

Chapter 214 Theory!!!

edit: either the scanlation I read made an error or I'm just stupid (probably the latter) so I've rewritten this post, but retained the original below it for posterity lol

Who is the person at the end?

Is it Polaris? Possibly.

Because I am in the D. Gray-man fandom, and have therefore been a victim of the Past!Allen* confusion of the last (decade?) I am reluctant to accept this person as Polaris until we are EXPRESSLY told so.

*long story short; we were introduced to a character in a flashback without being told his name; based on the scene/context, the whole fandom assume his identity...and then recently found out he is someone completely different!

That being said; could it be Polaris? Sure! But what would Polaris have a history with Sebastian, when we already know Polaris to be someone linked to the Phantom Fam, as shown by their desire to "not lose anymore of them"? Additionally, how would Polaris know Sebastian to be a demon? (Yes, UT could have told him; but the way the above is presented implied that 1) this person has met Sebastian in his current form before and 2) knew Sebastian was a demon the first time they met.

Another case people have presented is that this is one of Sebastian's former contractors. I like this theory, too; but I don't believe it. As per the Blue Memory Arc, this is the first time Sebastian has appeared in this form in the human realm. Thus, why would this person know Sebastian?

My proposition: this is another demon! As Fairchild said, "guests of Any Kind are welcome here" which absolutely screams not everyone here is Human.

I guess that could reference Bizarre Dolls ("so long as they pay" is almost certainly a reference to Blood Collections), or even Reapers—but both of those groups of beings were once humans. Whilst my personal theory does have Demons being once human too, they are much more removed from Humanity than BD's and Reapers.

That being said, it could be interesting if this person was the demon whom Vincent sold his soul to, as is sometimes theorised! It could also tie into their desire to protect the Phantomhives. Maybe they even (re)gain some humanity as part of the contract, hence the IV bag—which, if this is not Polaris, may just be a disguise this person was using to get close to Sebastian. Obviously that fall was on purpose so as to get close to him!

So who is this person? I really don't know.

If they are Polaris, they are supposed to be attached to the Phantomhives, so why not even acknowledge O!Ciel?

If they are not Polaris, I am absolutely sticking to the Mary Jane Kelly theory mentioned below because it's funny and fits in with my Red Butler pt. 2 theory!)

I don’t think so. Polaris described himself as a butler; so probably not. More importantly, Polaris knows the Phantomhives; why would she say she was looking for Sebastian and not O!Ciel?

So, is she a past contractor that Undertaker revived? Possibly, but then why would she call him Sebastian. Heck, why would she even recognize him.

So, is she someone from an earlier arc? Three options:

The girl Seb chatted up for information on the Sphere Music Hall? Not impossible, and the most likely person on this list to know Sebastian by name.

The female aristocrat of evil we see in the Vanell arc? What ever came of her? I had a working theory that she would be a point of contact in France, but this works too! However, I will say this is the least likely of the three.

Mary Jane Kelly, the victim of Jack the Ripper whom Ciel made a grave for? Most likely, in my opinion — especially since Undertaker handled her burial, and it would further tie into my theory that we will see Madame Red again this arc!

[mediumgayitalian]

We first hear Will Solace by name in The Last Olympian: 

"I grabbed Will Solace from the Apollo cabin and told the rest of his siblings to keep searching for Michael Yew. We borrowed a Yamaha FZI from a sleeping biker and drove to the Plaza Hotel at speeds that would’ve given my mom a heart attack."

In this sentence we learn a few things: 1) a character named Will Solace exists; 2) he is a child of Apollo; 3) he is a deep enough part of camp to have been both already claimed and to consider the other Apollo children his 'siblings', even from Percy's outsider perspective; 4) Percy, frazzled and worried about Annabeth, protective as he is, has chosen Will, out of several kids -- 'rest of his siblings', not 'sibling' or 'both of his siblings', indicating at least three and by number of archers in camp likely many more -- to heal Annabeth, meaning he is talented enough to be singled out; and 5) both Lee and Michael, at this point, have been killed, and Will is now suffering the ache of their loss. 

This is the first sentence with Will in it.

He has not at this point spoken. And yet we know:

Will is a child of Apollo.

Will is an established part of camp.

Will cares for and has recently lost his siblings (this point is currently a little weak but gets strengthened as the series goes on).

Will is a talented healer.

That's a lot from one sentence, I would say.

On the rest of that page, the word choice when considering Will, even before he speaks, gives us further insight to his character. Percy speaks to others several times in between getting on the motorcycle, getting off it, and working through headquarters -- Will does not. That is a deliberate choice, he may be awestruck, or grieving, or focused. There is not quite enough information right yet to infer what exactly he is feeling, but there is enough to easily ascertain that he is doing and feeling SOMETHING.

Far from a fandom-invented character so far, I think, and again, WILL HAS NOT YET EVEN SPOKEN.

We get a couple deliberate actions for Will before he speaks as well. "Will and I ran", "Will and I pushed through a crowd", and "Will unwrapped Annabeth’s bandages to examine the wound and I wanted to faint". Will here is matching Percy's urgency, and he is STILL NOT SPEAKING. At this point, with his silence and urgency matched with his immediately prioritization of Annabeth's injury, and Percy's squeamishness juxtaposed with Will's steadiness, we can safely infer why Will has not yet spoken -- he is focused. He, healer, is working single-mindedly to solve the problem, as Percy has selected him to do. We now have another character trait we can add to our list:

Will is a child of Apollo.

Will is an established part of camp.

Will cares for and has recently lost his siblings.

Will is a talented healer.

Will puts his duty first.

Next, we get Will's first line of dialogue. And BOY is it ever telling:

"‘It’s not so bad, Annabeth."

The first thing we ever hear from Will Solace's mouth is COMFORT.

This tells us another great many things about his character. Above all is an impression, to us: this character has been introduced to us as a helper. In the context of a healer, and now in the context of a comforter: by two of the most powerful individuals at camp Will is trusted to help. Not only to help, generally, but to help them at their most VULNERABLE -- Annabeth, physical vulnerability, and Percy, emotional vulnerability. It is also important to add that Will is still quite young (12/13) and watched, last year, his older brother's head get bashed in at this time in the summer; it is not a reach to surmise that he may have been the one to clean up his body, to prepare his pyre. Will has also just been informed that his last remaining oldest sibling (*the 'last remaining' part here is not disclosed at this point in the novel but is disclosed later) has gone missing and is likely dead. He has also been informed that he cannot go look for him and must instead put his duty first. And he DOES; not only does he but he does so with care and gentleness towards his patient. 

That is, on an objective level, a difficult thing to do, and an impossible thing to do when feeling your own emotions. Will has, at this point, repressed his own pain and fear to put his duty first. 

Now we have even more things to add to our list. 

Will is a child of Apollo.

Will is an established part of camp.

Will cares for and has recently lost his siblings.

Will is a talented healer.

Will puts his duty first.

Will represses his own emotions and feelings to put his duty first.

Will is trusted by Percy.

Will is trusted by Annabeth. 

Will is a comforter.

So -- by the time Will has spoken only one time, and on top of that by just the first sentence of his first line of dialogue, we have established nine characteristics for Will Solace. These characteristics hold through during the rest of this multi-series Olympian story. In fact we EXPAND upon them. By the time he is finished healing Annabeth, he has gone gray himself -- he is now putting his duty above his physical needs as well as his emotional needs. He expresses explicitly his distaste for theft and dishonesty, glaring at Travis for his flippancy towards it, but acknowledges that it may be unavoidable in effort to save as many lives as possible. That not only establishes some of his tastes and distastes but also gives us insight to how he handles disagreements and testing from others -- with nuance, yes, but with frustrated stubbornness as well (beating any allegations that Will has no personality; he has personality in his very first scene). The next time we hear from him he is 'scrabbling' around with his siblings to care for the wounded.

So, just by the tail-end of the first series, the text gives us insight to the following 13 character traits:

Will is a child of Apollo.

Will is an established part of camp.

Will cares for and has recently lost his siblings.

Will is a talented healer.

Will puts his duty first.

Will represses his own emotions and feelings to put his duty first.

Will is trusted by Percy.

Will is trusted by Annabeth.

Will is a comforter.

Will puts his duty above his physical needs. 

Will hates theft & dishonesty.

Will has nuanced perspective.

Will is stubborn.

We get more as the story goes on. We hear from Will again in the Lost Hero, and then a few times in Blood of Olympus when he is either mentioned by Nico or directly interacting with him. We also hear from him heavily, of course, in the Hidden Oracle and throughout the Trials of Apollo Series. In each we get new character traits as well as sundry interactions that confirm the traits we already discerned. To name a few:

1. Will is openly frustrated when Annabeth brings back the ruined chariot, however he is quick to forgive and acknowledges her struggle and pain given the circumstances of her borrowing the chariot in the first place. This reinforces our analysis of Will's stubbornness, as he has held onto the chariot despite the rivalry it brings with the Ares cabin. It adds to our analysis in that we see him get frustrated and can clearly see exactly HOW he gets frustrated -- with his words, more than anything. It adds to our analysis in that he is quick to forgive. It reinforces our analysis that he has a nuanced perspective. 

2. He is Leo's tour guide. He is distracted throughout the tour, understandably so, but he answers Leo's questions and Leo has a positive impression of him, enough to find him trustworthy and charming. He is also physically described as resembling Apollo.

3. In Blood of Olympus, Nico dreams/overhears a counsellor meeting. In it, he compares Will to a lanky cat, describes his appearance as surfer-like, mentions his nervous tic -- the bandage rolling -- and his use of it in the tense meeting, his otherwise laid-back demeanor in this tense meeting, and his calming of Clarisse with a touch. That is a LOT of noticing, which tells us quite a bit about Nico, but aside from the identified physical characteristics, we learn many genuinely deep details about how Will handles conflict and tension. He, for one, is aware of tension. He has a small nervous tic, but is otherwise capable of keeping his body language neutral and nonchalant. He can even calm others -- with a touch, which either tells us that he is close enough and trusted enough within camp that his touch is comforting and calming, or that he, as an extension of his medical-based powers, can calm escalating emotions with a touch (which would make sense, when there is someone behaving erratically or irrationally as a result of stress and may endanger other patients or workers in a hospital/infirmary environment). It also tells us that he is specifically close and trusted by CLARISSE, despite the rivalry between their cabins, as she not only allows him close enough to touch her but is not angry with him for calming her (as she might be with Percy, or Annabeth). She also IS calmed, whether that is a power of his or otherwise. Will also holds his own in the meeting, expressing his opinion and ensuring he is heard by the other, arguing counsellors.

4. Of course the most famous Will-centered interaction is his argument with Nico on Half-Blood Hill, at the end of Blood of Olympus. Will is with Cecil and Lou Ellen, children of Hermes and Hecate respectively -- troublemakers. It is an easy inference that Will is a troublemaker himself, especially since the three of them are dressed identically and are planning a kind of heist. We also learn, by the interactions between Will and Nico, that Will has a bit of an attitude (he spends a good amount of his dialogue time huffy and scolding, worried for Nico's health -- he's also quite bossy). We learn that he CARES for Nico, even though this is a shock to Nico himself, because Will exclaims with no insignificant amount of frustration that he (and he, wrongly, presumes others, which speaks more to his vehement care for Nico than not) has been trying to befriend Nico for some time. We can also see that in his frustration, at least when Nico is involved, he is not great with boundaries, as he touches famously touch-averse Nico, but that is a bit of a double-edged sword: either Will struggles with boundaries, which is possible, or Will is pretending to be bad at boundaries to try and ascertain just how injured Nico is, which is equally possible. It is also possible that Will, who has just delivered a baby for the first and hopefully only time, is sleep-deprived, in shock, and convinced he is about to die, and his usual ability to respect boundaries is compromised. I'll leave that one up to you. (Although I like to think a little bit of both are true -- Will is maybe a little loose with physical boundaries, and he is also trying to make sure he is not going to lose someone he considers a friend (which he calls Nico by name -- a friend). 

We also learn, in this section of the novel, that Will has something of a temper ("No, I am the son of Apollo, you anaemic loser!") and expresses his insulting frustration with medical-based insults, which is an objectively nerdy thing to do. We learn Will is unwilling to let even villains die, although when Nico told him some deaths were unpreventable, he listened and -- presumably -- agreed. Just before confronting Octavian, we learned Will is impulsive, as he ran off to have the Romans chase him, despite Nico's protests; we also learn he is athletic as he didn't die. We learn he has nice legs as Nico continues to comment on them. We learn he is hung up on Nico himself, as not only has he said so, he also continues to distract and run up to Nico, updating him on battle needs and keeping him within sight. When the battle has ended, we learn that he is busy, as he spends a significant amount of time rushing around camp, from cabin to cabin with a packed medical bag, as Nico notes, and we learn that he is serious about a few things: 1) Nico's -- and by extension his patients' -- health; and 2) oaths and promises, as he holds Nico accountable for his promise to receive medical attention and to stay in camp. Most important, perhaps, Will is happy that Nico is staying. He is the first person to tell Nico to his face that he wants him around. 

Let's, at the end of series two, count those facts up:

Will is a child of Apollo.

Will is an established part of camp.

Will cares for and has recently lost his siblings.

Will is a talented healer.

Will puts his duty first.

Will represses his own emotions and feelings to put his duty first.

Will is trusted by Percy.

Will is trusted by Annabeth.

Will is a comforter.

Will puts his duty above his physical needs.

Will hates theft & dishonesty.

Will has nuanced perspective.

Will is stubborn.

Will gets frustrated (and expresses that frustration largely with his words).

Will is forgiving.

Will is trusted by Leo.

Will physically resembles Apollo.

Will is catlike.

Will is lanky/languid.

Will has a 'surfer-boy' aesthetic.

Will has a bandage-wrapping nervous tic.

Will is otherwise capable of appearing calm when he is not feeling calm.

Will is very self-controlled.

Will is perceptive of emotions and feelings in a room (i.e. tension).

Will can calm with a touch.

Will is trusted by Clarisse.

Will is outspoken.

Will is friends with Cecil.

Will is friends with Lou Ellen. 

Will is (probably) a troublemaker.

Will has an attitude.

Will is bossy.

Will is (potentially) loose with boundaries.

Will cares about Nico.

Will considers Nico a friend. 

Will is worried about Nico's safety. 

Will is advanced enough in his healing/medical arts at this point to successfully deliver a baby.

Will has a temper. 

Will is a nerd who uses medical-based insults.

Will is unwilling to let people die.

Will can eventually acknowledge that some deaths are not preventable.

Will is impossible.

Will is athletic.

Will is fast.

Will has nice legs.

Will is hung up on Nico (and maybe has been for a while).

Will is busy. 

Will cares about Nico's health and safety.

Will is serious about oaths and promises.

Will is happy Nico is staying at camp. 

That's an even FIFTY THINGS we know about Will Solace, with, as OP joked, around 12 lines of dialogue. He is absolutely an established character in his own right, and the the expansion of his character -- and his added roles as Apollo's son and Nico's boyfriend -- give us even more insight and confirm a lot of our inferences.

Next time someone says Will is flat, Will is boring, or Will is made up by fandom -- I'm gonna make them count. 

People who say Will Solace's characterization is mostly fan-made do not have the reading comprehension skills that I can accept in my life. This boy had like, twelve lines of dialogue each in the first two series and I STILL understood him. And I love him so much!!! Nico's great, but I have always loved Will Solace so much more, he's funny and he's kind of mean and he's interesting. Do not undervalue the four chapters in which he appears prior to ToA. My boy has a presence!

[venusflitrap]

:>

some keychain designs i made a monthish ago of the guys during the third semester :D

i only had the time to make akira akechi and futaba before i got stressed abt shipping n time n stuff so it’s only them three lol

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

maybe i missed something because i wasn’t into one piece when the arc was actually running, but it is absolutely buck fucking wild to me that the entirety of WCI is about how sanji is NOT a vinsmoke and yet the fandom still tags him as #vinsmoke sanji like what. what.

[termagax]

anyways. i feel like ive said this before but i think that wouldve been a bigger concern of his when he was younger and was trying to think abt how he was gonna like. live in the world. well and then the world exploded and he decided he could do whatever he wants forever and started larping as his fursona and i think hes chill about it now. like i think hes okay.

[marlynnofmany]

In the interest of not derailing this already-long-and-awesome thread, here are some more details! (Paging @sparrows-corner and any other interested parties.)

So in my first semester of college, I took an Intro to Psychology class. I didn't expect anything special; it was just one of those general education courses that everybody was supposed to take at some point. But it turned out amazing.

What the general public didn't know at that point was someone in the college administration had screwed up and forgotten to assign a teacher to this class. Until a week before class. When several students emailed to ask why that detail was missing in the online listing.

The administration panicked, scrambled for someone-anyone-omg-who-can-drop-everything-and-teach-this-class. They called recently-graduated owners of Masters Degrees in teaching.

They found Sandy.

She was qualified and available, and much older than the average recent grad, with the confidence to go with it. This was still a daunting task, though, and she agreed on one condition: that she team-teach the class with a friend of hers who was still working on finishing his degree.

Having no other choice and seeing no real problem with this, the administration agreed. And thus was born the most glorious educational comedy act in my entire academic career. The two of them were a delight. They knew all the stuff they needed to teach, and they knew a great deal more, and they delivered lectures in a way that had everyone paying eager attention. It was great.

This friend, by the way, was awesome in his own right. While Sandy was a curly-haired white lady around middle age, Wayne was a black guy who (1) dressed in impeccable suits and (2) had cerebral palsy.

I think a lot of 18-year-old minds were quietly enlightened about a few things just from watching these two banter back and forth, one with joints more wobbly than the other. Wayne told a memorable anecdote at one point about stopping by a grocery store in sweat pants instead of his usual classy wear. The cashier asked some gentle question about what he spent his time on, assuming that he had some sort of carer following him around. The expression on her face when he told her that he taught college was one I'll never forget, and I didn't even see it.

Anyways, at the end of this semester, the two teachers asked a few of us smart kids if we wanted to be TAs (teaching assistants) for the next semester. Since most of us had already become friends during the make-a-group-and-discuss-things portions of the class, this sounded like a party that would look good on our records later. And it really was.

I TA'd for that class a few times in a row, with my buddies and the two very cool teachers. We met up outside of class for holiday parties and everything.

And, since this was during the time the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first coming out in theaters, we all dressed up in costume and went to an early screening together.

Wayne drove. His handicap placard meant we got to park at the front, which was pretty awesome.

Now, I'd met people before who knew more LotR lore than I did, but they all paled in comparison to Sandy. As I said in the notes on that other post, she shared some stories of her youth with us. When she was fourteen, she ran away to join a hippie commune. She already knew fluent elvish, and she used that to help the commune's drug-runners stay out of the clutches of the cops, by translating their drug notes into a language the cops couldn't read. With a start like that, it was unsurprising that she still knew elvish now, along with all sorts of fascinating deep lore.

She had a limited edition book that looked shockingly expensive. She made beeswax candles for all the TAs as holiday gifts, with our names written on them in elvish. I still have mine somewhere.

I haven't heard from any of these lovely people in a long time, since college moves on and so does life, but I will treasure those memories forever. I hope Sandy and Wayne and the others are doing well. They deserve the best.

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[spencerreidenjoyer]

lovebird | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's little girl sets you and her dad up.

wc: 3.3k, rating: teen

tags/warnings: 2+1, kindergarten teacher!reader, single girldad!spencer, fluff, meet-cute, implied sex, use of "Y/N" because this fic would've been impossible to write without it oops

a/n: not sure what possessed me to write this, but i finished writing this in about 2 days lmao. girldad!spencer loml. thank you to my lovely friends over on twitter who fuelled my insanity. for this fic i have season 10 spencer in mind/later seasons spencer who's just full on daddy at that point <3 (also crossposted on ao3!)

Sunday

You’re at the grocery store in a ratty t-shirt and sweats, picking out fucking cereal when you hear the pitter-patter of footsteps running towards you, and a sweet, high-pitched voice calling your name. 

It’s one of your students, Ellie Reid, holding a box of cereal that’s half her height, and she comes up to you in the aisle. 

“Ellie? What are you doing here?” You ask sweetly, pushing your hair out of your face before you squat down to meet Ellie’s height. 

“My daddy wanted to get groceries. He said we would go together. But he had to pick up the phone, and I wanted to help look for the things Daddy needs.”

Her dad, Dr. Spencer Reid, is an FBI agent and a single dad to Ellie. He’s one of the best parents you’ve had this year – the fancy kindergarten you teach at lends itself to spoiled brats and uptight parents, but Dr. Reid and Ellie are a welcome reprieve in a usually stuffy environment. You’re pleased to see her here, on a weekend, but less pleased with the fact that she’s alone. 

“Oh, wow! You’re so helpful, Ellie,” you say, holding her arm gently. “I’m sure your dad is really thankful. But you shouldn’t have walked off alone. I’m glad you found me.”

“Why?” 

“Because it’s not safe for you to walk around alone in the grocery store, Ellie,” you smile. “Let’s go find your dad.”

Ellie nods, her cheeks ruddy and when you hold out your hand for her to hold, Ellie’s little hand wraps around two of your fingers. “Did you come to the grocery store alone? It’s not safe.”

“I did come alone. But I’m an adult, so it’s okay. You’re little, Ellie, so you should only walk around with your dad.” You lead Ellie down aisle after aisle, walking past canned food and bags of chips and walls lined with bottles of drinks. 

“But you shouldn’t walk around alone if it’s dangerous. When we find my daddy maybe he can protect you too!” Ellie says confidently. 

When did this grocery store feel so big? You can’t find Dr. Reid anywhere, and you feel a rising panic in your chest. You have half a mind to pull up the school’s contact information in your phone, but you hear Dr. Reid’s voice calling his daughter’s name, and both you and Ellie turn around.

“Daddy!” Ellie shrieks, almost dropping the box of cereal in her arms as she dashes toward her father. She almost trips as she closes the distance, thankfully landing in her father’s arms before she does fall. 

Dr. Reid scoops her up, holding her tightly. “You had me worried, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Ellie mumbles against her father’s shoulder. “But I found Miss Y/N and she helped me find you!”

“I told her not to run off alone in the future,” you say. “Right, Ellie?” 

The sweet girl nods. She giggles into Dr. Reid’s shoulder, and his hand comes up to pat her back, a soothing gesture.

“I’m glad it was you she bumped into,” Dr. Reid says, sighing with relief. “I wouldn’t know I would do with myself if–”

“It’s okay, Dr. Reid,” you assure him. “It’s not a problem at all. You’re– You’re doing a great job with her.”

“Thank you for saying that. I– I’ll see you at the parent-teacher meeting next Friday, right?”

“Yeah, next Friday.” You smile at him. “Have a good day, Dr. Reid. Bye, Ellie!”

“Bye!” Ellie, sweet girl, waves excitedly, her gummy smile overtaking her face. Dr. Reid walks toward the checkout, holding Ellie with one hand and pushing his shopping cart with the other. 

You feel how warm your cheeks are when Dr. Reid and Ellie are finally out of sight, your hand clammy around the handle of your shopping basket. You slap your cheek lightly, willing yourself to pull yourself together.

The way your heart flutters whenever you see Dr. Reid is a cause for concern, and you wonder if you should see a doctor about it. 

Dr. Spencer Reid is a marvel. He’s admirable, juggling his job at the FBI with raising a little girl all on his own, and he’s both a great profiler and a great dad. He’s incredibly sweet with Ellie and incredibly kind to you, which you unfortunately don’t get a lot, especially with the kinds of parents you deal with. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome: his hair is slightly long, wavy and messy in a way that frames his face just right, not to mention the stubble that makes him look that much hotter.

Your little crush on Dr. Reid is certainly inappropriate, but over the parent-teacher meetings and interacting with him when he drops off and picks up his daughter from school, you can’t help yourself from falling for him. 

Tuesday

Ellie Reid is a smart girl, that you know, but you're blindsided by her genius one day at recess. You’re monitoring all the kids at the playground when Ellie comes up to you. She has a contorted look on her face but she says, “Miss Y/N, I fell.”

“You did? Are you feeling okay?” You ask, squatting down to match her height. You look at her knees – not a speck of dirt nor a red spot from falling down.

“My knee hurts. Can you call my daddy?”

“Does it hurt badly? I’ll take you to see the nurse if it does,” you say, not entirely understanding the situation. You’ve never met a four-year-old who wouldn’t be in tears over tripping and falling, even if the injury wasn’t severe. 

The look on Ellie’s face makes you think that she’s trying to match your expectations of what she should be feeling. “It doesn't hurt bad. I just want my daddy to come pick me up. Can you call him?”

You try not to furrow your brow at the strange request. You’re usually trusted to handle any little accidents and mishaps with the children, but at Ellie’s insistence of calling her father, you feel like you should. 

(It’s certainly not spurred on by seeing him at the grocery store last weekend.)

“Alright, Ellie. I’ll call your dad and see what he says, okay?”

“Okay, Miss Y/N,” Ellie says, smiling at you. You get her to sit down on the bench next to you and your co-teacher to oversee the kids before fish your phone out from your pocket to dial Dr. Reid’s number. As you wait for the call to go through, Ellie looks at you with wide, expectant eyes. You smile at her.

On the third ring, Dr. Reid picks up. “Hello?” 

“Hi, Dr. Reid. This is Miss Y/N from Ellie’s school. I’m calling to inform you that Ellie fell on the playground during recess.”

“Oh, my. Is she alright?” You hear Dr. Reid’s voice grow concerned. Ellie looks up at you, and you look the little girl up and down one more time just to be sure.

“Yes, she is. I checked and she doesn’t have any scrapes or bruises. She says her knee hurts, but that she’s also fine. Usually, we don’t call parents over small mishaps like this, but Ellie insisted that I call you.”

“I see,” Dr. Reid hums, his tone indecipherable. “Can I talk to her?”

“Sure thing, Dr. Reid,” you say. You hold the phone out to Ellie as you put the call on speakerphone and tell her, “Your dad wants to speak to you, Ellie.”

Ellie is polite, but clearly excited as she yells, “Hi, Daddy!” 

“Woah! Hi, Ellie,” Dr. Reid laughs, his serious tone while he was speaking to you gone, talking to his daughter with a delightful whimsy. “Miss Y/N told me you fell on the playground today. Does it hurt?”

“No,” Ellie answers, but she looks up quickly at you. “I mean, yes. Just a little. It doesn’t hurt too bad anymore.”

You hide your smile, and you think you can hear the smile in Dr. Reid’s voice as he says, “Okay, sweet girl, that’s good.”

“Can you come and pick me up right now, Daddy?” Ellie asks, a little whiny. It’s adorable, though. 

“Well, it’s only ten in the morning, honey,” Dr. Reid bargains. “And I know you have art class later, right? Don’t you want to stay around for that?”

“I do!” Ellie says eagerly. “Oh, I love art class!”

“I know you do, honey,” Dr. Reid assures. “So, do you feel okay enough to stick around in class until Daddy comes to pick you up at the end of the day?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ellie nods, even though Dr. Reid can’t see her. “But you have to come pick me up!”

“I always do, Ellie,” Dr. Reid laughs, making Ellie laugh along too. “Okay, honey. Go on and play with your friends. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay! Bye, Daddy! I love you!”

“Bye! I love you too, Ellie!” Dr. Reid matches Ellie’s excitable energy, and Ellie giggles before she runs off to play again. His voice returns to a calm but engaged sort of energy. “Well, that was something.”

“She seems fine,” you say, switching the speakerphone off as you hold your phone back up to your ear. “I’m sorry to bother you in the middle of your work day, Dr. Reid.”

“Oh, please, it’s not a bother at all,” Dr. Reid laughs gently. “I love talking to Ellie. She might miss me or something, if she had to fake a fall so you would call me.”

“Perhaps,” you say, slightly surprised that Dr. Reid would be so quick to call out his daughter’s bluff. Some of the other parents would rip your throat out if you even insinuated their child was in the wrong. “I’ll still keep an eye out for her.”

“Thanks, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Reid insists. “Besides, it’s always a pleasure getting a call from you.”

You don’t remember if you thank him before he hangs up, because all you can think about is Dr. Reid saying he enjoys talking to you.

After putting your phone away, you press your hands to your warm cheeks in an effort to calm yourself and your beating heart down. 

Dr. Reid is one of the last parents to come by during pickup. It’s a somewhat regular occurrence, with Dr. Reid’s busy and hectic job. You are never bothered by spending extra time with Ellie, and you know Dr. Reid always tries his best to pick Ellie up as soon as he can. He usually makes regular pickup so you never get to exchange more than a few words with him, but days like today aren’t necessarily rare either. But considering your interaction on Sunday, you’re secretly pleased with how it’s worked out. 

Only you and Ellie are left in the classroom, you having told your co-teacher to clock out first. You’re pleasantly surprised when there’s a knock on the door frame, Dr. Reid standing there in a cardigan and a button-up shirt with his dress pants. “Ellie!”

His hair is somehow more fluffy and messy than you’d seen him at the grocery store, but it just makes him look even more soft and domestic. You try not to look at Dr. Reid with hearts in your eyes as Ellie shrieks and runs towards him, Dr. Reid picking her up easily and swinging her around before he holds her tight. “Hi, sweet girl.”

“Daddy!” Ellie giggles. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too, honey,” Dr. Reid coos, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head. Your insides melt, gooey at the tooth-rottingly sweet display in front of you. “Were you a good girl for Miss Y/N today?”

“Uh-huh!” Ellie nods, her gummy smile absolutely adorable. 

“She was a pleasure,” you add. “Hello, Dr. Reid.”

“Hello again.” Dr. Reid smiles. “It’s nice to see you. Are you doing well?”

“Yes, I am. Other than Ellie’s little incident, today was thankfully uneventful. Thank you for asking.”

Dr. Reid’s face scrunches up in an extremely endearing way, like it’s obvious that he’d want to know about… you. “Of course. I like to know you’re doing well. It’s great to hear.”

You feel like you don’t know what to say to that, perhaps a little too caught up in your little crush on him to come up with a coherent response. You laugh shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Dr. Reid has set Ellie down, and she wanders around the classroom, fidgeting with the pencils on the tables, but doesn’t stray too far from her dad. “Ellie seems to be fine from earlier, but you might want to check in with her again.”

“I will,” Dr. Reid says, nodding. “Oh! I almost forgot–”

You look on as Dr. Reid fumbles in his satchel, pulling a crumpled paper bag out. The paper bag looks bulky, oil stains seeped through on the sides and on the bottom. “Oh, it looks bad. It’s good, I promise– It’s a chocolate muffin from this really good bakery near my office. I just thought I’d get you one. Since you’re so helpful with Ellie. Especially today.”

Dr. Reid holds it out for you, and you scramble to step forward and take it. “Thank you, Dr. Reid, you- You didn’t have to. It’s my job to look after Ellie, after all. Not that it’s a burden, or just a job, I mean– Ellie’s great. She’s one of our brightest, but don’t tell any of the other parents that.”

Dr. Reid smiles so bright you feel like you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “I won’t, if I bump into any of them at the parent-teacher meeting.”

You bite your lip, smiling, shy at the attention Dr. Reid gives you. You think he’s flirting(?) with you, but you try to remain professional. You clear your throat. “Thank you, Dr. Reid.” 

“Thank you again, Miss Y/N. I mean it.” Dr. Reid asserts, and you feel your cheeks flush. “Tonight is pizza night, so Ellie and I should be making our way home right about now.”

“Pizza!” Ellie yells, giddy, causing both you and Dr. Reid to laugh. She zooms past you to stand next to her dad. 

“Thank you, Dr. Reid. I’ll see you proper on Friday,” you say, nodding your head slightly. “And I’ll see you, Ellie, tomorrow, yeah?”

“Bye, Miss Y/N!” Ellie waves frantically. Dr. Reid joins her in her waving, equally silly. 

“I look forward to seeing you then, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Reid smiles. “Bye.”

“Bye!” you reply, trying not to sound too eager, and then Dr. Reid ducks out of the classroom with Ellie in hand. You feel like you’re swooning so hard you might faint.

Friday

Parent-teacher meetings go smoothly, thankfully. There are parents who only bother to hear the praise you give their children, so ignorant to the criticisms of their children that you try not to make too obvious. After seeing nineteen sets of parents, Dr. Spencer Reid is your last of the day. You don’t want to say you’ve been waiting for this all day, but checking off the nineteen sets of parents before this has only made you more and more excited. 

Dr. Reid finally enters the classroom, two minutes early for his slot, but he’s alone. 

“Where’s Ellie? She’s totally allowed to sit in for these meetings too.”

“She’s at my boss’ place for a playdate with his son,” Dr. Reid says. “Actually, that sounds pretty weird, doesn’t it? My daughter, having a playdate with my boss’ son?”

“Not at all. They say it takes a village to raise a child. I’m glad your colleagues are so helpful with Ellie.”

“They really are,” Dr. Reid asserts, smiling. “Hotch– My boss, I mean– offered, knowing I had this meeting.”

“That’s really nice of him,” you nod. “So, about Ellie…”

“Please tell me you only have good things to say,” Dr. Reid jokes, and you try very hard not to swoon. 

“Essentially, yes,” you nod. “Ellie is such a bright girl, and she’s so sweet. She’s always helpful with her classmates and polite to everyone and the teachers too. Again, don’t tell this to the other parents, but Ellie’s set high standards for the rest of the class.”

“You’re telling me an awful lot that I shouldn’t be telling the other parents,” Dr. Reid grins. “You sure you aren’t playing favourites?”

“You certainly are my favourite,” you say before you can catch yourself, and Dr. Reid looks at you with wide eyes. You imagine you look equally shocked. “I’m sorry, Dr. Reid, I didn't mean to say that.”

Dr. Reid cocks his head, a little smile toying on his lips. “Miss Y/N, did I ever tell you what I do for the FBI?”

You have no idea how this relates to how unprofessional and inappropriate you are being. You shake your head anyway, too afraid to say anything anymore before you say something even more embarrassing. 

“I’m a profiler, Miss Y/N. I use psychology and study behaviour to catch serial killers,” Dr. Reid explains, using his hands to articulate his point. Your eyes dart down to the motion; but your gaze quickly flits back up to his face. “In general, I’m good at reading people.”

“Is that so?” You gulp. Is he able to read you?

“I don’t mean to profile you, Miss Y/N, I mean it,” Dr. Reid sounds a little apologetic. “But I can’t help but notice the way you lean toward me when we’re speaking, the way you fidget with your hands a little, the way you can almost meet my eyes, but you still seem a little bashful about it. I either intimidate you, or…”

“Or..?” 

“I’m sorry if this is too forward, but would you like to get dinner with me?”

“What?” You ask, disbelieving. “Dinner?”

“You- You’re interested in me too, aren’t you?”

“Too?” You gape, sounding like a parrot as you repeat his words, simply unable to wrap your head around the fact that Ellie Reid’s young, hot, genius father just asked you on a date. 

“I’m usually not too doubtful of my profiling skills, but beautiful women like you make me second-guess if I’m reading this right.” Dr. Reid laughs, avoiding looking at you. 

“Dr. Reid, I would love to get dinner with you,” You say, trying to sound confident. 

Dr. Reid beams as he meets your eyes. “Oh, thank God.”

“Cheesy that you’re calling me beautiful,” you laugh bashfully, waving him off. 

“I mean it!” Dr. Reid insists. “And, um– Would you want to do dinner after this? If you don’t have any other meetings, of course. Or any other plans– you’d probably have plans on a Friday night, right? Way to be presumptuous–”

“Dr. Reid! I don’t have plans tonight. A dinner date sounds great,” you laugh.

“Great! Great, good. I’m glad.” Dr. Reid says, looking a little giddy that you’d taken him up on it. “Also, um- I love when people call me Dr. Reid, but please just call me Spencer. Do you think people would get the wrong idea if you called me Dr. the whole time?” 

You cackle, Spencer looking thoroughly pleased at making you laugh. 

“Okay, Spencer,” you try his first name, and it rolls off your tongue with ease. “Let me pack up and then we can go get dinner.”

“I like when you say my name,” Spencer smiles. “What’re you feeling for dinner?”

If you and Spencer kiss at the end of your dinner date in front of your apartment door, that’s between you and him. 

You pulling Spencer into your apartment with your hands fisted in his hair should also stay between you and him. 

It doesn’t entirely stay between you and him, though, as Spencer calls his boss to turn Ellie’s playdate into a sleepover before he rolls over to kiss you and take you all over again. 

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I'm going to say something controversial. I think there's something Veilguard does better than any other Dragon Age game. Namely: incorporating the companions into the plot.

Look, I love Origins as much as everyone. But to be frank: you could cut every companion except Alistair, Morrigan and Loghain and the plot could still work. Once you've finished the mission where you recruit a companion, there aren't other main quests that involve them in any way.

Oghren and Wynne could have stayed home after their recruitment missions for all the difference it would make to the main plot. Sten, Leliana and Zevran could vanish and nothing would change, because once they're on your team, they don't interact with the main plot at all. (There's the Temple of Sacred Ashes, I suppose - but even then, you'd be going on that quest whether Leliana and Wynne were there or not, and it's very telling that they can both die here and next to nothing in the rest of the game is impacted.)

Again: I love Origins. This doesn't detract from any of these characters being great, or from the story being great. It just means there's a layer of separation between the two. They're involved in the story, but they're not driving it, and you seldom get to see them have strong feelings about it.

DA2 is a huge step up. Your companions' personal stories are integral parts of the main plot. You can't do the Deep Roads expedition without witnessing Karl's death and its impact on Anders. You can't enter Act 2 without seeing Varric's brother betray him, or watching your sibling either die or begin a new path in life. Act 2's climax happens because of choices Isabela and Aveline have made. Act 3's endgame is all about Anders making one enormous decision. Even Fenris and Merrill, who have the fewest ties to the plot, have strong reasons to be invested in the Mage/Templar conflict.

And then Inquisition just... backslides. There are multiple companions you don't need to recruit at all, or can send away with zero alteration to the main plot. Your companions don't like Corypheus because he's bad, but no one - except maybe Varric - has any strong personal feelings about him. They have no personal stake in defeating him, not like Alistair has a personal stake in opposing Loghain, or Anders in opposing Meredith.

We go to the Winter Palace, and Vivienne is not made a part of that story. We have a whole subplot about the Wardens, and Blackwall only gets a couple of extra lines, if you even bring him. Their personal arcs could have been somehow impacted by these missions, and they're just... not. Sera is packed with internalised self-hatred that manifests as trying to distance herself from elven culture, to the point of sometimes lashing out at other elves. And despite all the missions you do where elven history features... Sera's growth past that flaw happens entirely offscreen between the base game and Trespasser?????

IMO, this is one of the biggest reasons why Corypheus is such a bland villain. He doesn't make anyone grow, except by starting a plot for them to be part of. He doesn't challenge them emotionally. No one is invested in him. Because no one interacts with the darn plot.

Veilguard, though? Veilguard keeps your companions interacting with the story the whole way through. The Treviso/Minrathous choice affects both Lucanis and Neve heavily, and impacts who they become for the rest of the game. These cities are personal to you, even if you're not a Crow or Shadow Dragon, because your companions love them.

The Siege of Weisshaupt is beyond personal to Davrin and Lucanis, both of whom are entrusted with major parts of the quest: trying to kill the archdemon and Ghilan'nain. Lucanis is affected by his failure to kill Ghilan'nain for ages afterward. Davrin is haunted by survivor's guilt; he should have died when he struck down the archdemon. He's alive. How can he live with that?

Whenever killing the gods becomes a possibility, Rook hands the lyrium dagger to Lucanis. When the squad go to fight the gods' dragons with the Wardens, Taash is the one to flush the first dragon out. When you infiltrate the Venatori, Neve tricks your way in, and everything that happens is especially weighty to Bellara, whose people have been abducted. On Tearstone Island, because of how Lucanis and Spite have grown, they strikes true.

Did you not hate Elgar'nan before that mission? Because you probably will after you watch him capture Bellara or Neve, and see his fellow god kill Harding or Davrin.

You know what's a great piece of writing? There's no reason Emmrich shouldn't have been an option to deal with the wards on Tearstone Island; he's one of the ideal options to take out more wards with the Veil Jumpers in the final mission. But you can't select him to do it. Because Emmrich has far less personal investment in the Elgar'nan battle than the other two. This is Neve's city. This is the monster who tries to call himself Bellara's god. The game makes sure the characters who take control of the Blight at the end are the ones with the greatest stakes in doing so.

One of your companions, not you, wrests command of the Blight from Elgar'nan. The final mission depends on how well you've come to know each companion's skills. They're just... always involved.

And they're invested, too. The companions all have serious personal reasons to hate the antagonists by the end. Lucanis and Neve have either seen their city burn, or know it happened at the cost of their friend's (and potential partner's) hometown. Davrin has seen his order devastated. These are Bellara's and Davrin's supposed gods, and instead of helping the elves reclaim their history and culture, they're trying to enslave the world. Harding learns that the Evanuris maimed and destroyed her Titan ancestors.

Emmrich and Taash have perhaps the smallest emotional tie - and sadly I do think Emmrich especially gets underutilized in the plot. But heck, Taash is still hella motivated by the way the gods are abusing dragons. And Emmrich is tied thematically to the main conflict. He's facing the question of immortality, while nigh-immortal beings are right in front of him, proving how that gift can be abused. The final choice of his personal arc is whether he's willing to embrace his personal, mortal attachments, at the cost of consequences that terrify him... you know, the same question that Solas faces at the end.

And don't even get me started on how everyone is emotionally tied to Solas. Harding and Neve watched him kill Varric in front of them. Everyone not dead or captured has to watch him drag Rook into the Fade. Just about every companion faces some kind of huge regret or failure at some point, in constant foreshadowing for Solas's prison of regret: both the literal one he sticks Rook in, and the mental one of his own making.

Veilguard has its problems, but it absolutely shines at keeping its characters involved and invested in the main story. It gives them things to do, it gives them reasons to care. For all the flaws this game has, this part is good writing.

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she talks, he talks | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: max verstappen loves to talk, you love to talk. match made in heaven.

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yourusername: skiing with cha except he eats shit every five minutes

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user1: YN AND CHARLES CONTENT

user2: WE CHEERED!!

charles_leclerc: NOT every five minutes

yourusername: 🤨

charles_leclerc: like every ten minutes…

user3: i really needed some yn and charles content after that HORRIBLE triple header

user4: i need yn and charles content 24/7

user5: is this his girlfriend?

user6: ew no

user7: yn and charles have been friend since childhood. his gfs name is alexandra!!

user8: did you guys see those paparazzi pictures?? they were so funny

user9: LMAOOO YEAH yn talking her ass off while charles was just 🧍 staring dead at the camera

user10: he looked like he was trying to communicate for help with his eyes

user11: charles loves himself some yappers

alexandrasaintmleux: thank you for sending me that five minute compilation of charles eating shit

yourusername: anything for you my love <33

charles_leclerc: can you guys stop bonding over my hurt

alexandrasaintmleux: no!

carlossainz55: please send me that video

georgerussell63: me as well!!

alex_albon: me too!

maxverstappen1: ooo me too!!

landonorris: please send that video my way

oscarpiastri: me too!

lewishamilton: i would like to see that video!

charles_leclerc: you’re all sick.

user12: wait now i need that video

user13: PLS POST IT YN PLS

user14: yn and charles going on vacation alone while he has a gf is so…weird

user15: not really?

user16: his like his sister bro 💀 you’re making it weird

user17: alex is clearly ok with it so why is it weird??

user18: i’m pretty sure they were with other friends

user19: and even if they weren’t that would be okay!! because they are grown ups who can do whatever they please

user20: you know who would be great friends??

user21: max and yn

user20: you literally READ my mind

user21: it would be literally the 2 yappers against the world

user23: you guys are geniuses

user24: i can’t believe with all the races yns been to she hasn’t met max 😔

user25: they obviously know OF every other, they just havent met face to face  

user26: one photo pls just one photo of max maxplaining and yn ynplaining pls

— yn ln has posted new pictures!

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yourusername: leo and his favorite aunt + his favorite max (>ᴗ•)

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user27: OMG THEYRE FRIENDS NOW

user28: yappper mets yapper

user29: charles’s two yappers are friends

user30: his two worlds are colliding

user20: i made this happen guys

user31: no bc they definitely saw that comment and were like “yep! we’re friends now!”

charles_leclerc: you’re his only aunt

yourusername: your point?

charles_leclerc: of course you’re his favorite aunt, you have no competition

yourusername: yeah…i still don’t understand where you’re going with this

maxverstappen1: yeah charles, be more clear with your words

yourusername: he realllyyy needs to know how to communicate better 🙄

maxverstappen1: HONESTLY!! it’s soo annoying when he won’t just spit something out

yourusername: you are SO right max

user32: oh yeah, this is a good combination

user33: the yappers are yapping

user34: they just became friends and they’re already ganging up on charles 😭

user35: do you guys think she’ll go to hungary?

user36: UGH I HOPE SHE DOES

user37: okay guys listen…the last 3 gps were ASS for charles right???? and the last race yn was at was…. MONACO and who won that?? YEAH CHARLES. she’s the good look charm.

user38: you’ve literally solved the problem

user39: @/yourusername we NEED you in that garage pls yn. i can handle another horrible ferrari weekend

alex_albon: pet play date when?

yourusername: max says leo isn’t allowed to have play dates with other animals until he has a play date with jimmy snd sassy first…

alex_albon: gosh he is so possessive 🙄

maxverstappen1: sassy and jimmy need to be leo’s #1 friend. if he meets other animals then THEY WONT BE HIS #1 FRIEND. is that so hard to understand?

yourusername: makes perfect sense to me 🤷‍♀️

maxverstappen1: thank you!

charles_leclerc: you guys are aware that he’s MY dog, right?

yourusername: for now 😏

charles_leclerc: WHAT

user40: you guys are saying friends…but i smell relationship

user41: smell? you SMELL?

user42: oh that’s not…

user43: can yall just LET PEOPLE BE FRIENDS

user44: people just don’t believe in the power of friendship anymore

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maxverstappenupdates: yn and max caught yapping to others and EACHOTHER at the hungary grand prix today!

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user47: fork found in kitchen

user48: clap if your surprised

user49: dead silence

user50: this is actually so cute

user51: RIGHTT?? like he talks, she listens, she talks, he listens

user52: does anyone want to role play yn and max with me

user53: ?

user54: i’ll be yn

user53: great! i’ll be max

user54: ??

user55: the first race with yn and max being friends and they’re already like this 🤞

user56: i need her in the redbull garage next

user57: it think that would cause charles to explode

user58: i’m gonna say what everyone is too scared to say…they would be a cute couple

user59: DONT LET THEM SILENCE YOU

user60: man be QUIET

user61: y’all see the opposite sex interact and don’t know how to act

user62: they’re both so expressive when they talk and it makes they’re conversations so much better

user63: i was there and i overhead part of their conversation…tell me why they were talking about which one of them could outrun a f1 car

user64: my bet is on yn

user65: nah i don’t think so, max is an athlete

user66: yeah but he’s also the type to fall on his ass 3 seconds into the run

user67: BUT SO IS YN

user68: they are literally made for each other

user69: they make it so hard to just believe there friends

user70: THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER!!!

user71: FRIENDS DO NOT LOOK AT EACHOTHER THAT WAY

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yourusername: skiing with someone who won’t wipe out every 10 minutes is great! (๑˃ᴗ˂) and thank you to the random person who took that amazing picture for us! <3

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charles_leclerc: on your mind 24/7 🙄🙄

yourusername: the image of you tumbling down the mountain and taking at least 20 people with you will NEVER leave my mind

charles_leclerc: IT WAS WEEKS AGO

yourusername: I BET THE PEOPLE YOU TOOK DOWN WITH YOU STILL REMEMBER

charles_leclerc: LEAVE ME ALONE

landonorris: i’m a much better skier then that guy 😒

maxverstappen1: please tell me where she asked

landonorris: just sayinggg

user72: jealous max?

user73: IM THE ONE WHO TOOK THE PHOTO!!

user74: omg how was it??

user73: SOO CUTE!! they made a snowman and made like 20 different snow angels 😭

user74: OMG THATS SO THEM

user75: does this not look like soft launching to you?

user76: they make it so hard to keep saying their just friends…

user77: what type of friends take vacations alone together

user78: charles and yn…

user77: oh you got me there

georgerussell63: those are awesome glasses

maxverstappen1: i just threw them away

georgerussell63: why would you do that?

maxverstappen1: i tend to do the opposite of whatever you say is great

georgerussell63: okay rude.

user78: those glasses are fire 🔥

user79: why are they lighting up? and where did he get them??

user80: that first picture is absolutely gorgeous

user81: this is literally soft launching, why is nobody freaking out?

user82: what about this is soft launching? its literally just them hanging out

user83: oh to be hanging out with max making snow angels with him

user84: they would be so cute together

user85: this is a date and nobody can convince me otherwise

user86: OH BROTHERRR

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maxverstappen1: launching us straight into the moon 🚀

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user87: yapper and yapper together my dreams have come true

maxverstappen1: @/yourusername

yourusername: you get me 💕

user89: what did i fucking say. i want EVERYONE who told me i was crazy for saying they were together to APOLOGIZE.

user90: i’m sorry, truly

user91: yeah thats my bad, sorry!

user92: my bad 😬

user93: i still think theorizing about someone’s relationship is weird but okay!

user94: i’m sorry…

user95: y’all really had me out here defending your “friendship” 😕

user96: RIGHT! i feel so embarrassed

user97: truly a defining moment for me

user98: i really wanted a man x woman FREINDship to shove into people’s faces

user99: you always have yn and charles!

user98: it’s just not the same :(

user100: but they are really cute together

user101: yeah..they are

charles_leclerc: finally! she has someone else to talk too other then me…

yourusername: hey! i have other friends 😠

charles_leclerc: name 3

charles_leclerc: WHO ARENT RELATED TO ME OR WHO ARENT ON THE GRID

yourusername; okay frick you??

maxverstappen1: it’s okay liefde, i’ll listen to you talk forever

yourusername; thank you maxie 💕

charles_leclerc: barf

user102: does he mean soft launching??

user103: LMAOO I THINK HE DOES

user104: happy for you! (i wish that was me soo bad)

user105: i’m soooo normal about this

user106: charles two yappers have officially gotten together…i definitely saw this coming

user107: i knew it!!!

user108: yn posting cute little friendship pictures and max just full force announces their relationship

user109: ugh i love him

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notes: summer school is officially over! i can now spend the rest of my summer writing (￣▽￣)

thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed :)

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I've seen the concept of Kon either having a third parent in his DNA or instead of Lex Luthor it was someone else, so what if we replaced Lex's DNA with Danny's?

Danny's been the Ghost King for hundreds of years now his family has long since passed, Dan isn't around anymore since he's been helping Clockwork with Timeline screwups (something to do with flashes? He wasn't really paying attention) and well Dani's off exploring and discovering places, I mean she comes back occasionally but not as often as Danny would like, so Danny decided why not visit a human realm, and so he does, he explores the cities and stars, he doesn't really hide he's not human looking with his pointed ears, long fangs, and glowing eyes, and while he was there some lucky bastard got some of his DNA. This person also just so happens to be the person to switch Lex's DNA with a much stronger candidate (aka Danny)

Danny hadn't noticed at the moment cause it was a busy train ride, but he did immediately notice when a new life came to be, immediately claiming him as one of the parents, so of course he immediately went to go look and see what that was about cause he doesn't remember sleeping with someone? And he hasn't even been here that long for a baby to be born? And after some searcing he finds a lab and a baby in the tube and we'll, he went completely feral at the sight and destroyed the building, which caught some of the Justice League's attention and all they find is a destroyed building owned by Cadmus.

Danny is now back in the apartment he was renting while he was taking a vacation from being the Ghost King (he was lonely), with his brand new baby he'd guess around 3 months old but he's not an expert, and he just falls in love with him the same way he did with Dani but the thing is the baby isn't a Halfa like him even with his DNA he's more like Jazz with being extremely liminal (so mostly all the instincts of a ghost but none of the powers), and we'll Jazz couldn't ever really stay long in the zone before she'd end up a permanent resident, so taking this baby with him back to the zone was a no go, at least not for long periods of time.

So that's where he's been for the last two months with his baby who he named Conner Nightingale, Nightingale after his fake ID for this human life, and he's just adoring being a father and sure he wonders sometimes who the other parent is but he can't exactly take Conner to a normal hospital, cause of the ghost biology, except the few checkups with Frostbite telling him the other parent isn't human, Dani was also told about her new nephew and loves bringing him new toys to see if he'll like it whenever she comes around.

While Danny has been taking care of Conner the Justice League has been trying to figure out what happened with that Cadmus building was doing before it got destroyed, and found out it was a cloning lab, who they were trying to clone they haven't found yet cause of the scattered/destroyed files...

Edit: Part 2