#yeah you may not be me and I may not be you but we all still experience religious guilt

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[samnoahalov]

WHO CARES I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!

0- tbh idk 😅. It's been like.... seven-ish years since I last checked it soooo... next!

1-Currently de 16, be 17 soon (I feel so old alredy)

2-Oh.. well, idk how shoe sizes work for english-speakers(and it varies from contry to contry) so I'll put the number in MY contry :D 29/30.

3- No >:(

4- Nah, I don't like the taste of most of them. Also I'm very happy with juice, water, soda, etc...

5- No.

7- from 25 to 29. Though sometimes people mistake me for 30ish. (I can't blame them tho, I have the spirit of a old lady)

7- Nop.

8- Not really. May change mind one day, but for now, no.

9- Nope and

10- Nope.

11- Every friend is best friend for me. No hierarqy(?? Dunno, you get it)

12- Well I'm not married.

13- I'm aego, but still, none.

14- None. (I mean, if we're talking about anything besides sexual, someone toxis is literally the only type that can turn me off and make me wanna go away)

15- uuuhhhhhh... Megamind? Idk, one of Barbie's??? I DON'T KNOW OKAY I LOVE THEM ALL EQUALLY.

16- Listen to me, give me food(optional) and be kind and my heart is (platonicaly) yours.

17- My late dad.

18- Ugh.. that's hard... when I almost got killed count? I guess. I wouldn't call it "traumatic", but like, I was in a lot of fear so.

19- . . . . Uh.... I'm... sensitive to people's rejection??? Does that count? I mean, I'm also senstive to their affection but-.

20- My body- and I mean it not by gender or anything, neither for beauty stuff, my body just is all wrong and it gives me pain and sometimes I just hate it a lot.

21- uh, I guess my curiosity? I love learning and love to be able to see so much stuff.

22- either related to art, theology or science(biology). Voice actor, veterinarian, neurologist, etc...

23- Older sis(Distant, but not bad.), younger Half-sis(Distant too, but we chat sometimes about silly stuff), youngest half-sis(very close and very good).

24-Dad's dead, but he was a nice dad!, my mother is a narcissist so we don't get along.

25- Be with the person and have a good time. Maybe have something specially funny to remember about it would be nice :)

26- people that don't close the door properly when I ask them to.

27- Pretty and lovable, goofy and silly. Also have very dark eyes that just capture your soul, and a simple yet beautiful smile that signal to you "I Love you, please keep talking I can't barely think when I look at you" or "I hate you so much I wish to kill you but my nugget don't allow me to because we don't want to clean the body later"... so yeah. Also I'm talking about my girlfriend, but like, people are so pretty, wanna put them in a museon ✨

28- a face that scream hipocrisy and lies, filled with the marks of her sucess in drowning her victims in self hate and depression. (That's mommy btw :>)

29- I was sick but didn't want them to feel worried because I'm always so fucked up...

30- Noises&Smells of regular people.

31- "luv u :)"

32- Angry and Sad. (Or derived)

33- Thanks. (With a weird-nice emoji)

34-Hair, clothes, eyes and nails.

(I also like earrings and other acessories :D, they're nice)

35- Hair, some type of beards, clothes, eyes and nails.

36- In a calm place, not cold for at least 3 seasons and that let me see greeeny green of plants.

37- My voice... I think? I mean, I like my voice and all, but sometimes I just get the wrong tone at the wrong time in conversation so-

38- Farmer and Writer 😅 (I also once wished to be a Biologist)

39-Mint with chocolate chips! :)

40- Myself? I don't wish to be anyone other than myself.

41- In a very comfy bed.

42- Rice.

43- sorry, no sexual attraction. But I think the prettiest person I can think of is..........ugh...wait, I CAN do this! Just- uh... gimme some time...... my sister! Is the prettiest I can think of right now 🤔

44- If a cat is raised with another animal it will not see it(or it's especies I don't remember) as "something else" but rather think of it as a cat... I think I may be wrong, I don't remember exacly and neither were I get this from. But I guess it counts!

nosy anons let's go

0: Height

1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

[m3iyushifting]

The best advice i have for manifestors is to chill.the.f~~ck.out.

Im saying this as someone who had such trouble with manifesting, start to trust ur spirit guides and the universe.

You may be thinking, „but meiyu, what do you mean chill out?”

When you are manifesting something, stop focusing on it 24/7 and thinking about it 24/7, because we all know you are tired asf of thinking about it all the time and doing visualisation techniques, searching on tiktok „how to speed up manifestation” (yeah i see you)

Start by telling your spirit guides what you want to manifest, this doesnt have to be some fancy pancy meditation connecting to ur intuition, just say in ur head or out loud, asking ur spirit guides to work on your manifestation, speak comfortably. Then put trust in them. Thats the hardish part. This is where you chill out, just live. You are now free to go about your life like you always do, and that manifestation could pop up when you least expect it. You can have intrusive thoughts or doubts it still works, your guides still know what it is you want. If the thought of it pops in your mind or if something negative happens in the 3d, dont stress it, reassure yourself „things have to go this way so that they can align my reality to my desire” dont force yourself to feel positive, because that force becomes negative, its all about being chilled out.

Im saying this from experience, ive not trusted my spirit guides out of fear and anxiety and i seen HEAPS of angel numbers confirming my manifestation is coming but as soon as i switched into the calm and „everything happening is to align me with my desire” mindset, everything i applied that mindset to came true. And no im not some positive special person, i had lots of doubts in the process but i just leaned into the trust that things always work out in the end thats all.

[motorsportbarbie13]

Post It - Part 6 - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

warnings/notes: angsty and descriptions of anxiety. swearing. Big giant huge thank you to @lestapiastrisgirl as usual for helping me out with the motivation in this chapter. You’re the bestest 🫶🏻. pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 4.3k words

|| - Part 1 || - Part 2 || - Part 3 || - Part 4 || - Part 5 ||

*Transcript of sit down interview between McLaren Formula 1 Driver Lando Norris & ESPN Commentator David Croft (“Crofty”) LIVE on ESPN* 

Crofty: This year has started out with a lot of pressure on you, more so than years before. 

Lando: *grinning* Yeah, it’s a bit nuts isn’t it?

Crofty: Well deserved though, well deserved. After your performance in Abu Dhabi and then the first few races this year, it’s been non-stop pressure.

Lando: It has, but the pressure is a good thing. At least for me it is. It means we’re doing good, the expectations going into this year were high and so far it seems like the team and I are living up to them. 

Crofty: I’d say so. A win in Australia, Japan, and last time out in Saudi Arabia. For someone who just got their first win in Formula 1 last year, that’s a lot of success real quick. 

Lando: The team worked hard, I worked hard, we all deserve the rewards of it. 

Crofty: How has it been personally? You look like a different person compared to last year. A lot more confident, more relaxed. Are you doing anything different this year? 

Lando: I mean, coming off the Constructors win last year was a huge boost to my confidence. I’ve got a lot of good people in my corner and I’m focusing on finding time between races to really center myself and make sure I tune out the noise.  

Crofty: Tuning out the noise. What does that look like?

Lando: I’ve been using those off-weeks when I’m not in Woking to disconnect. My girlfriend and I spent the week before the Japan GP in Osaka. We just totally unplugged from everything. It was really nice. 

Crofty: (smirks because he *knows* he’s got a viral clip on his hands.) And then you went and won that race?

Lando: *nods, small smile on his lips* I did. 

When Lando finishes his interview with Crofty ahead of the Miami GP in May, the first thing he sees is his press officer looking like she swallowed a lemon. 

“Everything okay, Corinne?” He asks, following her towards McLaren’s hospitality where they have some more content to film later that afternoon. 

“Next time you confirm the fact that you have a girlfriend to Crofty on Live TV, could you at least give me some warning?” She snaps back, fingers flying furiously over the keyboard of her iPhone. 

Lando stops in his tracks, starting after his press officer as she continues to speed walk through the sweltering Miami heat. “I did what?” He chokes, suddenly terrified to open his phone. 

Corinne stops, finally noticing her charge isn’t beside her anymore, trowing him a ‘are you kidding me’ look. “‘My girlfriend and I spent the week before the Japan GP in Osaka’” She mimics.  “Does that ring a bell, Norris?” 

Despite the humidity, Lando breaks out in a cold sweat. You probably hadn’t seen the interview yet, you were flying into Miami from Boston right now and as far as he knew you hadn’t landed. “Oh God,” He groans. “She’s going to kill me.” 

Corinne looks up at him, taking a momentary break from monitoring the comments on McLaren’s latest post. ESPN hadn’t posted the clip but she was certain once someone registered what Lando had said, it would be up on all platforms. Twitter was starting to chatter about it now though, so it was only a matter of time before it broke elsewhere.

 “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? You two have been begging people to gossip about you since she showed up at the track with you in China. Much to my dismay, might I add.” 

That was true, Lando supposed. The Japan trip had been a turning point, with both of you freely and brazenly including the other in your own social media. Nothing had ever been confirmed but it had been obvious and when you both had seen the kind of engagement and fun fans were having, you both kind of leaned into it. 

So, it wasn’t the fact that he thought you’d want to hide. That wasn’t it at all. 

“She’s going to kill me because I haven’t actually asked her to be my girlfriend yet.” He groans before reaching for his phone. 

“Lando Norris.” Corinne sighs heavily, shaking her head. 

Lando trails behind Corrine as he types a quick text to you, ignoring the amount of red bubbles above his Intagram and Twitter icons. That was not a good sign. 

*Whatever you do, don’t check any socials before you call me when you land.* 

In hindsight, he probably could have led with a different message but in his defense, he was beginning to spiral. Everything had been going so well between you two and he was so scared to rock the boat. You’d been all but confirming your relationship since Japan but you hadn’t ever really hard launched anything. Mostly because you hadn’t discussed it. You knew you were a better person when he was around and he knew that he craved your presence like starved man in the desert. You and Lando were both a bit gun shy when it came down to it though so the serious discussion of what you two meant to each other just hadn’t happened.

As he walks behind Corinne back to hospitality, another wave of panic washes over him. Girlfriend. You two had known each other for less than six months. He knew how he felt and how full send he was prepared to go for you but what if this was too fast for you? What if, while you didn’t want to be hidden or denied, being outed like this so quickly was going to be too much for you? He knew about your anxiety, the pressure you faced, the way you took things to heart just a little bit too much. He knew that because he saw himself do that and recognized it in you instantly. 

What if publicly outing you too quickly scared you off? 

“Lando, are you okay?” A thick Australian accent yanks Lando out of his spiral. His head snaps up to see Oscar standing in the middle of the second level of the hospitality suite. 

He wasn’t even sure how the hell he got up here, to be honest. 

Lando groans as he sits down on one of the couches in the open room, watching as Corinne joins some of the other comms staff probably trying to figure out how best to fix his blunder. 

Oscar looks around, fairly confused. He’d just woken up from a quick nap ahead of some more media obligations and had no idea what was going on. “What happened now?” 

Lando shoots him a look, as if Oscar wasn’t totally aware of his teammates innate ability to put his foot square into his mouth at the most inopportune times. “I resent the fact that you just assume I fucked up.” 

Oscar just blinks at him, patiently waiting. 

It takes a few moments before Lando huffs, throwing his hands up in the air. “I called her my girlfriend during my interview with Crofty.” 

Oscar quirks a brow. “Is she not your girlfriend?” He asks carefully. 

“We haven’t talked about it and now she’s going to think I’m a psycho outing our relationship to the public without even discussing it with her first.” Tipping his head  against the back of the couch, he closes his eyes. “Relationship? I don’t even know what the fuck we’re doing or if she even wants to be in a relationship.” 

“You’ve never talked about it?” 

Lando sits with the question for a moment. He was obsessed with you, that was for sure. He craved being around you and was starting to feel like he knew you deeper than anyone else in his life. But beyond the very ‘in the moment’ relationship you two seem to have been developing, there hadn’t been much discussion about the future. About what spending time together now meant for a year from now. 

10 years from now. 

And now he’s sped up the timeline of having that very scary, very serious discussion all because of his stupid mouth. 

A discussion that needed to happen though, to see if you two were on the same page. He knew what he wanted and it was you but you always seemed to shy away from talk of the future, from talk beyond the next few months. 

What if you didn’t see a future with him and you were just enjoying the moment with him because you knew it wouldn’t last? What if you didn’t want him for the long haul and what if he had just brought everything delicate and raw to the surface where it didn’t belong?

“Fuck, Osc. I wanted this to be different. I wanted to do things different with her. Better.” He glances up towards his teammate who’s looking at him with soft, understanding eyes. They’d become close over the 2 plus years they’d been teammates and Oscar hated seeing his friend like this. “I wanted to be better for her and here I am, still the same fuck up that can’t watch my mouth and now it’s going to ruin everything. I already got a second chance with her, I don’t think the universe is going to give me a third.”  

Miami race weekend was supposed to be a fun weekend. It was supposed to be the first time in two weeks that you’d seen Lando since leaving him after the Bahrain race. It was supposed to be a weekend spent in the face paced world that revolved around this man that smiled at you with stars in his eyes. 

But it started off as anything but. 

You had stayed up until 3am the night before, attempting to finish editing your most recent travel vlog that followed you from Bahrain to the brand trip in London and then home where you’d been for the last two weeks. Once you had nearly finished you had practically passed out, forgetting to set a second and third alarm like you usually needed to when you pulled a late night. As a result, you had slept through your one and only alarm. Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem because you were psycho about getting to the airport early enough and you usually had plenty of time from when you woke up to the time you had to leave but apparently today was going to be an exception to the rule. 

When your third Uber canceled on you, you knew you were in for a difficult travel day. Finally on your fourth try, you had to order a more expensive Uber Black but it got you to the airport just in time. Thankfully, the security line was short enough so you weren’t booking it through the airport at a flat out run, just a light little jog. 

And then as soon as you went to pay for your over-priced smoothie and croissant sandwich for breakfast, you realized you had left your debit card at home. Thankfully, you always carried a credit card or two just in case, but it was going to be annoying to have to make that extra step at the end of the month to make sure you paid off the balance of the credit card instead of just using cash. 

With the late arrival and card debacle you were able to get to your gate just as boarding was finishing up and you barely made it onto the plane. As soon as you flopped into your window seat in first class, stretching out while looking forward to the sick nap you were about to take to make up for your lack of sleep the night before you realized you had left your headphones at home. 

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” You sigh, feeling the tears prick at the corners of your eyes. 

It was almost just too much. The lack of sleep, the forgotten debit card, the fact that you missed Lando so fiercely it was starting to scare you. It all just felt like too much to deal with and suddenly, as you sat in the seat listing to a baby back in economy start to sob violently as the plane pulled away from the gate, you wondered if you really should be going on this trip at all. Because it certainly seemed like the universe was throwing everything it had at you to keep you away from Miami. 

In a break from how your day seemed to be going, your flight takes off on time but the flight itself is a drawn out exercise in frustration. The baby’s cries, initially a sharp piercing sound morph into a dull, persistent ache behind your eyes. You had brought a book to read but every time you attempted to start the next chapter, the words just blurred together in a watercolor mess of ink and anger. 

Every bump of turbulence, every ding of the seatbelt sign, every offer of assistance from the well-meaning flight attendant pushes you just a bit closer to the edge until you’re ready to scream half way over South Carolina. You were desperate for a glass of some sort of alcohol, longing for the way the drink would dull your senses and lull you into what you knew would be a fitful sleep. But at least it would be sleep. 

You didn’t ask for anything though, knowing that the Miami heat you were about to spend the weekend in would not be good mixed with a hangover. Not to mention it was about 11 o’clock in the morning. Getting drunk, even in first class, seemed like a good way to tempt fate and ask for trouble. Besides, you wanted to be fully present when you finally got to see Lando after what felt like an eternity away from him. You didn’t want to extend your streak of bad luck you were experiencing today so instead of dropping off to sleep with the help of some wine, you settled for staring out the window. 

Eventually, a few hours into the flight, you try to distract yourself by finishing the last bits of editing your vlog needed before posting it but just the thought of starting at a screen for any length of time makes your head throb even worse. Instead, you’re left with your own thoughts, which spiraled into a vortex of anxieties. You had a habit of creating the most ridiculous worst case scenarios in your mind when you were like this, all worked up and sleep deprived. You should have pulled yourself out of the anxiety spiral but you miss all the signs of where you’re headed until it’s too late. 

Thoughts of Lando and how much you miss him and the strange uncertain territory your relationship was at dominate your thoughts. How, despite spending a stupid amount of time with him and getting to know him on a level that you’d never experienced before, you were still uncertain with where you stood with him. Close enough to post each other on your socials, spinning up rumors and speculation but not close enough for him to ask you to be more than…whatever it was you were doing.  

By the time the plane began its descent into Miami, your body felt like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. You were exhausted, frustrated, and overwhelmed. The thought of facing whatever awaited you in Miami felt like a challenge you weren’t ready to deal with, even if you had no idea if anything at all was even going to go wrong. You could just feel it in your bones something was going to happen. It was just that kind of day. 

You knew, deep down, that you were being dramatic and that everything you’d dealt with today were just a string of minor inconveniences but for whatever reason, they felt like the heaviest things you could carry. It felt like the weight of the world had settled heavy and thick on your shoulders and you tried not to wander into the thinking that maybe this weekend was a mistake. 

And then you switched your phone back on as soon as the plane landed and your worst fears were confirmed. An explosion of notifications littering the screen along with an ominous text from Lando: Whatever you do, don’t check any socials before you call me when you land.

Oh fuck. 

 The doubts that you’d spent the entire flight stewing over resurface all over again, panic washing over you like a tsunami. As you wait for the plane to get to the gate, the scenarios of what could have happened in the brief time you were flying race through your head. You choose not to check social media, wanting to hear the worst of it from Lando himself. You’re certain it’s bad because he didn’t follow it up with anything light hearted like he usually does. No jokes. No silly memes. Nothing. Just ‘call me when you land’. 

Fuck. 

Maybe he’d been caught cheating on you. But was it cheating if you’d never actually had a conversation about what you were to each other? Probably not but you knew it would still hurt like hell. You hoped it wasn’t with Allegra, although she had been spotted in Saudi Arabia. Lando had never mentioned her though so…

Maybe he’d been photographed with a different girl all together. Maybe he was bored of you. You’d been accused of being just another bland blond influencer more times than you could count and maybe Lando had finally started to see the same things your critics did. Maybe he’d deleted all of his posts with you because you were bad for his image. 

The scenarios flew through your mind, spreading like wildfire as you followed your seat mate off the plane. The airport was busy, with people arriving for the race weekend already and the typical crowds that Miami attracted combining together to create an unusually busy terminal. You didn’t want to do this here though. Not in the middle of an airport. You refused to cry in public and you just knew that that’s exactly what was coming. 

It takes you nearly half an hour before you’re able to find a quiet corner tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the busy airport. You had to do this now before you left just in case you needed to make an emergency trip back to Boston. Which you suspected you’d need to do once you got done speaking with Lando. 

How had it gone so bad so quickly? You were just thinking about how much you missed him. How you wanted to talk to him later tonight about what you two were doing, what you meant to him and how much he was beginning to mean to you. And here you were, about to get dumped before you were even official. 

Tapping his contact info in your phone, you decide it’s time to face the music. 

Lando picks up after one ring. 

“Hi baby.” His voice is shaky when he answers, thick with nerves. 

Here it comes, you think, leaning against the cool stone wall of the alcove you’ve tucked yourself into, hoping it gives you some privacy when he drops the news of whatever’s happened. 

“Hi Lan.” You breathe, voice equally as shaky. “So…what happened?” 

“Fuck. I’m so sorry baby but…” His voice drops away and you squeeze your eyes shut, fingers gripping at the handle of your tote bag. “I slipped up in my interview with Crofty about an hour ago and called you my girlfriend on live tv.” 

You swear your heart stops and your stomach drops out of your body. 

“What?” You whisper, blinking away tears that have been threatening since you slept through your alarm this morning. 

Lando sighs heavily, “I know. I’m so sorry, my love. I really am. It wasn’t intentional, I swear. I guess I’ve been calling you my girlfriend in my head for so long, it just kind of slipped out. I didn’t even realize what I’d said until Corinne pointed it out ” 

He is totally spiraling, you realize. Just like you are but for a totally different reason. “Lan…” You start but he interrupts you before you can even get his name out of his mouth.

“I know, I know! I fucked up. I am so sorry, baby. So fucking sorry. I’ve been working so hard the last few months to think before I open my mouth but Crofty was asking how I’m handling the pressure this year and it just…came out. Talking about you and how you’re helping me deal. It just felt natural, calling you my girlfriend. I didn’t even blink. And now you’re probably freaking out because we haven’t even discussed what we mean to each other and I just went ahead like a bull in a china shop.” Lando drags in a shaky breath on the other line and you tip your head back against the wall. 

“Lando…” You try to interrupt but he’s on a roll. 

“I wanted to do this right. I wanted to tell you how you make me want to be a better person, how your presence calms the noise in my head and how when I’m around you I feel like I can breathe. How the last two weeks without you have been fucking shit because I can’t seem to sleep without you next to me. But instead, I had to open my fucking mouth to Crofty and ruin everything…” 

The genuine panic in his voice tugs at your heart. Here you were worrying that he was about to break up with you, to confess he’d been hooking up with other girls while you’d been in Boston but he had just simply outed your relationship to the press? You can hear the genuine panic in his voice, the fear that he’s ruined everything. Lando is so convinced you’re going to be furious, that you’re going to reject him, that he’s tripping over his words trying to explain himself and confessing things he probably didn’t mean to.

Suddenly, something unexpected happens. 

You start to laugh.  

It bubbles up from deep within you. It’s a wave of relief and amusement that washes over you. All of the tension, the anxiety, the fear of being rejected you’d been spiraling over for the last however many hours just dissipates in a burst of laughter. 

“You’re…laughing?” Lando asks, confusion clawing at his voice. “But…I thought you’d be mad.” 

“Mad?” You repeat, still chuckling. “Lando, I’ve had the absolute worst day today and then I get that text from you? I’ve been picturing every worst-case scenario imaginable for the past hour. I thought you’d been caught with another girl or you’d decided you didn’t want me or…I don’t know, something equally as dramatic. Calling me your girlfriend on live TV? That’s tame compared to where my brain was going.” 

“Cheating?” Lando scoffs, relief flooding his entire body as he listens to you chuckle. “Jesus Christ, baby, I’m obsessed with you. You should know that by now.” He pauses, dragging in a breath. “So, you’re not mad?” 

“Not even a little bit.” You say, your laughter subsiding finally, a smile playing on your lips. “In fact, I think it’s kind of sweet. Also a unique way to finally hard launch. How mad is Corinne?” 

Now it’s Lando’s turn to laugh. “Oh she was pissed at me but I think she’s happy she’ll finally get to stop seeing the comments asking the official McLaren account if we’re actually dating or not.” 

“I’m going to get some wine and chocolate for the entire comms team on my way to the track for what they put up with from us.” You murmur, standing up to stretch out your aching muscles. Mood lightened, you start towards baggage claim so you can attempt to find an Uber to get to the hotel. 

Lando chuckles, “Are you still at the airport?” 

You hum, “I hid myself in an alcove because I didn’t want to cry when you dumped me before we were even official.” 

Lando groans, “I’m so sorry. That text probably wasn’t the best thing to lead with, was it?” 

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips. “No, lets add that to the list of things not to start off a conversation with.” 

“Done.” Lando chuckles. “Now can you please go find the driver I sent for you and get your ass to the track? I really fucking miss you.” 

Your eyes soften as you walk through the final doors of the terminal where the baggage claim was along with the hired drivers. “You sent a driver for me?” 

“Of course I did. He’ll get you to the paddock and then take your bags to the hotel. I booked you your own room but you if you want you can stay with me this weekend…” 

Something warms deep in your belly as you spot the man dressed in black holding a sign with your name written on it. “Cancel the other room, Lan. I want to stay with you this weekend.” 

You can practically hear Lando’s shoulders sag in relief. “Okay. Now please hurry to the track, I’m 2 weeks behind in kisses.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” You chuckle as you approach the driver Lando sent for you. 

“Ridiculously obsessed with you.” He quips. 

“Okay, I’m hanging up now.” You roll your eyes, but smile despite how cheesy his line was.

“See you soon, my love!” Lando shouts before you end the call, smile on your lips and an extra bit of kick in your step as you follow the driver towards the car.

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[aviscarrentals]

hughes brothers x sister!reader

note: ignore the dates on all the tweets, i was too lazy to change them. lmk if there are any typos. also tell me if you want a part 2 <3

jackhughes & l_hughes06

jackhughes you may be a traitor, but you'll always be my baby sister. so incredibly proud of you even if you're a r*nger 🤮

youruser wow i can really feel the love 😐

-> jackhuges well maybe if you were a little better you would've been #1 overall like me and we could've avoided this mess

-> youruser yeah thank god i didn't follow in your footsteps i don't want to have a rookie year like yours

-> jackhughes too far.

lhughes_06 excited to beat your ass on the ice @/youruser

-> youruser i'll high stick you

-> lhughes_06 @/nhl suspend her

nyrangers first hughes acquired ✅

-> jackhughes GO AWAY

[sakuraszn]

﹒♡ CONFESSION ft. katsuki bakugo

cw: lots of fluff, flustered bakugo. he’s such a cutie

The ramen shop was packed, the air filled with laughter, chatter, and the rich aroma of broth and grilled meat. The entire Class 1-A had squeezed into the cozy little restaurant to celebrate Todoroki’s recent jump in the hero rankings.

Bowls clinked, chopsticks clashed, and the energy was electric as the group indulged in warm food and lively conversation.

And at the center of it all—Katsuki Bakugo sat stiffly, arms crossed, scowling into his half-finished bowl of ramen like it had personally offended him.

Not because he wasn’t happy for Todoroki.

Not because the food was bad.

But because of you.

You, sitting just a few seats down, laughing at something uraraka had said, your eyes crinkling, shoulders shaking.

And it was driving him insane.

For weeks—no, months—Bakugo had been dealing with this… feeling. This stupid, irritating, suffocating feeling every time you were near him. It was different from the rivalry-fueled adrenaline he felt in battle, different from the pride he carried when he improved as a hero.

It was something he didn’t understand, something he couldn’t control.

And he hated that.

But tonight… tonight was the night he was going to do something about it.

Or at least, that’s what Kirishima and Sero had forced into his thick skull before they even walked into the restaurant.

“Dude, you’ve been acting weird around them for weeks.”

“Just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, idiots, maybe they laugh in my face and never talk to me again?!”

“Oh please, she would never—”

“Shut up. I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it.”

But now that he was here, surrounded by people, nerves bubbling in his gut like an active volcano, feeling like it was a lot harder than he expected.

“Bakugo,” Kirishima’s voice cut through his thoughts, low enough that only he could hear. “You good, bro?”

“I’m fine,” Bakugo growled, barely glancing up as he stabbed at his noodles with his chopsticks.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? ‘Cause you haven’t insulted Kaminari in like ten minutes. I’m starting to get worried.”

Sero snickered. “Pretty sure that’s a new record.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Kirishima and Sero exchanged glances before the redhead leaned in again. “Are you actually gonna do it?”

Bakugo exhaled sharply, gripping his chopsticks so tight they nearly snapped.

“After this.” His voice was firm. Final.

Kirishima grinned, nudging Sero. “Told ya he’d do it.”

“Hey, I had faith,” Sero said, shrugging. “Just not a lot of faith.”

Bakugo shot them both a murderous glare, but before he could verbally rip them apart, Iida clapped his hands together, signaling for attention.

“If I may have everyone’s focus for a moment!” Iida said, standing up. “I’d like to propose a final toast to Todoroki!”

Todoroki, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, blinked as everyone raised their glasses. “Oh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Thank you.”

“To Todoroki climbing the ranks!” Iida declared.

“To Todoroki!” the class cheered, clinking their glasses together.

You turned, smiling at the dual-haired hero. “You really deserve it, Todoroki. We all knew you’d make it far.”

Todoroki’s lips curled into a small smile. “I appreciate that, Y/N.”

Bakugo scowled.

It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault, but hearing you say his name like that, so softly, so encouragingly—yeah, it bothered him.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

As the night wound down, people started finishing up their food, settling their bills, and stretching lazily before making their way out.

“Damn, that was good,” Kaminari sighed, rubbing his stomach. “I think I ate too much.”

Mina laughed. “You definitely ate too much.”

One by one, people began saying their goodbyes, heading off in different directions toward the dorms or home.

And that’s when Bakugo knew—this was his moment.

You were slipping on your jacket, adjusting your scarf when he finally forced himself to move.

Kirishima shot him a thumbs-up from across the room, and Sero winked.

Bakugo rolled his eyes before stomping over to you, heart hammering wildly in his chest.

“Oi.”

You looked up at him, blinking. “Oh, hey, Bakugo! What’s up?”

He inhaled sharply through his nose. Okay. Just say it. Say it, dumbass.

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, he found himself standing there like an idiot, fists clenched at his sides, staring at you.

You tilted your head, confused. “Uh… you okay?”

His jaw tensed. This was already going horribly.

And then—because frustration was the only thing that ever helped him push past his nerves—he blurted out:

“Are you really so oblivious?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair before pointing at you aggressively. “You! You’re oblivious! Have you seriously not noticed?!”

Your confusion deepened. “Noticed what?”

He exhaled sharply, cheeks burning. His whole body felt like it was about to explode.

He had two options: Keep making a fool of himself or just say it and get it over with.

He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaled, and then—

“I like you, dumbass!”

Silence.

Bakugo cracked one eye open, stomach twisting into knots.

You were staring at him.

Not laughing. Not recoiling. Just��� staring.

Then—

“You… like me?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s what I just said, idiot.”

A slow smile crept onto your lips. “You like me?”

His face turned an even darker shade of red. “Yes! Stop making me say it, damn it!”

You let out a laugh—light, airy, and filled with something he couldn’t quite place. “Wow,” you said, grinning. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy.” His voice was gruff, but his hands were twitching at his sides, resisting the urge to do something—anything—with them.

You stepped closer, peering up at him. “You know… I like you too.”

Bakugo’s brain short-circuited.

“…What?”

You laughed again, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I like you, Bakugo. Have for a while now.”

His heart stopped.

Then jump-started at triple speed.

“What?”

You shrugged, smirking. “What? Are you oblivious?”

His eye twitched. “You—you little—”

You poked his cheek and laughed. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed kat’ I’m just messin with ya.”

He exploded.

Not literally. But his entire soul combusted.

“Shut the hell up!” he barked, face practically glowing red.

But you just laughed again, softer this time. Fond. “So… now what?”

He swallowed, heart still racing. “Now… now you let me walk you home, dumbass.”

You beamed. “That sounds nice.”

And as you started walking together, Bakugo felt something strange settle in his chest.

Warm. Light.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

SAKURASZN © 2025 !

[angelltheninth]

Radio Silence

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, married life, working late, surprise, domestic fluff, work promotion, talking about having a kid, human!Alastor

Word count: 0.4k

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A/N: Tired today. Feeling like hugging Alastor to recharge my batteries.

You don't hear him come in but you hear the familiar hum, the rustling of clothes, humming getting closer and finally you feel the bed dip, the covers being lifted off you and the warmth of them replaced by Alastor's arms.

He pulls you close, "Did I wake you up darling?"

"Yeah." You turn in his arms, a sleep smile on your face, "But I don't mind. How was work?" You nestle close to his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head.

Alastor hums, "More fun than usual actually. I may or may not be getting my own show some time in the near future."

Suddenly you were no longer sleepy. You almost tackled him, making him groan as you straddled his hips, took your face in your hands and kissing him rapidly.

"Al! That's amazing! Were you gonna wait until tomorrow to tell me?"

"Well I simply didn't want to wake you up sweetheart." Alastor places his hands over yours, his smile splitting his face, "Since you've found out, perhaps tomorrow I can take you out to dinner to celebrate."

You lay your body over his, thinking briefly about the offer, "That sounds nice, but actually I'd like it if we stayed inside and made something together."

"Ah, I understand. Do you want to go shopping tomorrow then?" His hands fall on your back, massaging your muscles, lulling you to an almost sleep.

"Anything is good. But I was referring to... well... I was wondering what you thought about adding another little member to our family?" His hands stopped, his breathing stopped, only for a moment, followed by a deep exhale.

"Darling, are you saying that you're-"

"No, no! Not yet. Or at all if you don't want to. But I just thought it might be nice to think about it. We don't have to decide by tomorrow. God, I kind of sprung this on you huh?" You turn his face into his chest, hiding your blush despite it being dark in the room.

He chuckles, "Not at all. I'm willing to think about it." His hands start moving again, melting your worries away, "I would love to add a new member to our family." You couldn't hold back a gasp, almost a choked sob as you felt Alastor press a kiss to your forehead, "Sleep now, I've already taken some of your precious rest. We can talk more in the morning."

Just like that you felt light, happy beyond compare, almost floating, only held back by Alastor's arms around you as you sank back into that dreamy void.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Handle With Care 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your work blurs the lines between professional and personal.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"Sam's not gonna make it," Bucky huffs as you stand at the sink. He puts his phone face down. "He's an important guy now." He turns and leans on the counter as you rinse the plate in your hands. "I told you, I can clean up after myself."

"And I told you, it's not too much," you put it in the rack. "My mother tried to raise a lady, despite how I turned out."

He tilts his head as he eyes you, "there's a dishwasher."

"Aren't you the cranky old man who tells the youngins they don't know what hard work is?" You scoff.

His lips thin, "you heard that?"

You shrug, "you're a good trainer, Barnes."

"It's a short leash," he growls.

"Is that what you think?"

He sighs and crosses his arms. "You're not like me. I know what people see when they look at me."

"Is that barbecue sauce on your chin?" You smile. He frowns and quickly rubs his chin with his knuckle. You chuckle. "Messing with you."

He huffs.

"What do you know about me, Barnes? You read my file."

"I don't know," he scratches his neck. "You're a demolitions expert."

"Oh, and do you know how I got to know explosions so well?"

"File said you worked with the PD--"

You scoff. "You really didn't dig into the archives? The real ones?"

He shakes his head.

"I didn't work with the PD. I got arrested for setting up IEDs around a farmhouse. Several."

"Farmhouses?" His eyes flash. "Why--"

"Long story short, you meet a lot of backwards people out in the country," you put the second plate in the tray and scrub a knife. "Couple years in, they showed up. Offered me a deal. I saved an embassy. Got my freedom. With conditions."

"Hm."

"Should they really trust me? You think I won't go back and try again? After they've taught me how to do it ten times better?" You laugh. His cheeks twitch. You shake your head. "Barnes, really."

"Well..." he drops his arms. "I don't know, do I?"

You laugh. He lets himself smile.

"Sorry about Sam. I'll let him know he's a real shit for bailing," you pull the stopper in the sink. He hands you a towel. You dry off and give it back. "If you can tolerate me a little longer, we could watch something. From this century."

"You didn't like Showtime?"

"Oh, it was fun, but I need more than moony eyes and tapping toes," you retort. "And I don't mind the snuggles." His brows furrow and you turn to look around, "where is that kitty?"

He's silent as you make clicky noises in an effort to entice the cat from her hiding spot.

"Didn't take you for an animal person."

"Might say the same of you," you toss back. "I had a pet snake. Wasn't much of a cuddler."

"Huh," he utters.

"Huh, what?" You turn and face him from the doorway.

"Nothing. Just the definition of a lady's changed a lot since my day."

"I'm sure a lot's changed. Can't even imagine," you say. "I did three years and came out, totally lost. You did... a lot longer."

"Yeah, well, it was easier... before."

You know who he's referring too. You can't blame him for being bitter. It must sting more now that Sam chose not to come hang. You almost want to call him up and bitch but you doubt he'd answer.

"Alright, my choice," you declare as you enter the front room. "You need a dose of pure schlock."

"You don't have to feel sorry for me," he grumbles.

"If I did, you'd know it," you scoop up your phone and ignore him. "I'm thinking the trashiest action crap we can find."

"You really don't have to--"

"Barnes, I'm here, and to be honest, I don't really feel like dealing with rush hour," you sneer. "So be a good host and get me a beer."

He stares back at you and blinks.

"Oh, wait, wait, I'll ask like a lady." You bat your lashes and force a smile. You add a few octaves. "Oh, please won't you get me a drink?"

He makes a face, "don't ever do that again."

You snort. You look around for his television remote. You click on the screen and flop onto the couch.

His suggested is a bit predictable; war docs, Lord of the Rings, The Sopranos? Alright. No wonder he's so goddamn serious.

He comes back with two bottles. He offers you one. He turns and stand next to the couch as he presses the glass neck to his lip but doesn't drink.

You continue your search for something less dire. Arnie is always a good time, right?

"Barnes," you select a classic; Predator. "You wanna sit? The whole lurking in my peripheral thing makes me itchy."

He flinches, "uh, sure."

He steps around the couch and sits right against the armrest. You look down at yourself. There's the stain on the borrowed shirt but otherwise you're presentable. You lift your arm and sniff.

"I smell or something?" You ask and put the remote down.

"Huh?" He glance at you.

"You think I'm contagious, or something?" You tease.

His forehead wrinkles and he shows his teeth.

"You don't have to tuck yourself into the corner like a misbehaved child," you say.

"It's not... no, just making sure you have space."

"Relax, I don't got any explosives on me," you sit back and face the screen.

A white blur jumps up beside you and you wince. Bucky does too. Alpine walks in a circle, seeking pets from her owner before spinning back. She comes to nestle against your leg, putting her head on your thigh. You stroke her gently.

"I can see why you don't like to go out, Barnes," you snort.

"She's alright." He eases just a bit. "She'll be making all sorts of racket at midnight."

"Good kitty," you praise and reach for your beer. "You give him hell, pretty kitty."

He sighs and turns his bottle in his hands. Too bad that stuff can loosen him up.

[magikdarkholme]

— starks daughter and the falcon

pairing — Joaquín Torres x femstark!reader

summary — some random posts and comments to start off my little universe i may be creating… WE SHALL SEE!

notes — fc is Enya umanzor, using her cuz she’s cool and pretty asf but reader doesn’t have to look like that!!!!

masterlist

An - Tony is sooo dad core, like the 👍 …😭😭also some usernames etc might be inconsistent but we move

@y/n

liked by JoaquínTorres, SamWilson, P.Parker2001 and 2,397,403 others

y/n: for once I have no words 🙂‍↔️

SamWilson: Yeah cuz you always yapping.

⤷y/n: Don’t give me attitude boy. I remember what you did…

Avengersfan3000: ooo lol, I wonder what Sam did

⤷y/n: He got caught following ai girls on Instagram… @SamWilson watch your back

Starkgirl: LOL NOT AGAIN SAM

Joaquintorres: wow lol my gf is so pretty lol

⤷Tonystark: Okay bud, calm down

Tonystark: 👍

⤷y/n: Wow... no need for the aggression dad.

CarolDanvers: Is that my shirt?

⤷y/n: Whattttt... lol noooo just.. very similar

@y/n

liked by Kate.bishop, N.romanoff, P.Parker2001 and 1,300,000 others

y/n: #pepperony4eva #myparentsarebetterthanurs

P.parker2001: not pictured - what he did after :/

⤷user234: omg what did he do after?

⤷y/n: He started off by throwing water at me and peter, then he launched FRESH strawberrys at us :/ Tony Stark is not a good person y'all. + pep is allergic too strawberries and he forgot.. AGAIN.

stargirl13: LMAOO are we surprised? did y'all see his expo? this man is so unserious...

Joaquintorres: Awe :) my parents in law are so cute

⤷Tonystark: You are ONE step away from me deleting all of your accounts, snd preventing you from creating new ones.

⤷y/n: If you do that i will tell mom what you did.. she wont be happy. Leave my bf alone damn!!!!

@Joaquintorres

liked by Samwilson, N.romanoff, y/n and 800,000 others

Joaquintorres: i am THE ‘i❤️mygf’ truther … i really do LOVE MY GF!!!!

Tonystark: lol u flopped

⤷y/n: WHO taught you that…

⤷P.parker2001: my bad…

Samwilson: Soon you wont have a ‘gf’. Stop acting lame boy.

User69: He is too hot for her..

⤷y/n: thats not what yo mama said last night

@y/n

[sturniolooluvv]

lowk let me a be a bitch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

im unsure if i am the crazy one or what but..

THEY DID NOT SAY THEY WERE STOPPING POSTING ON FRIDAY , BOTH VIDEOS AND DUMP.

PLEASE correct me if im wrong, but nick said “we aren’t doing mid shit, we aren’t gonna post just cus we need to.” meaning FRIDAY IS STILL THEIR POSTING DAY, BUT THEY WILL POST OTHER DAYS WHEN THEY WANT. if anything we should be happy, this could be literwllt random videos. if they were cutting friday vids completely, they would tell us. just like friday videos. and with the dump, like come on. yeah, they’re nice. i love them. but he also didn’t say they were cutting them out.

some youtubers dont even HAVE a post schedule. they happen to have one, be grateful they’re even doing anything???

they’ve been working their asses off for this tour, and for those saying “what abt those who can’t go” i don’t wanna be a bitch but shut up. i genuinely feel sorry for those who can’t go because i’ve been there. but you do need to realize that people ARE going, and they triplets what that to be perfect. and they both said there is going to so much content during tour, so chill!!!

they’re trying their best, and no, THEY AREN’T QUITTING.

this may sound really mean but i promise im not trying to be. its just the truth, some people can and cannot handle that. im just sick and tired of the fucking hate these boys get for simply trying their best. i know it’s frustrating, but they’re changing and growing. some of you guys just refuse to gross with them. i may be biased because i’ve been a fan for a while, and experienced these changing, but come on. human decency!

!!edit!! (3/20/25) - for those saying their videos are mid, i kind of agree, it’s being of preparation of tour. they’re going out of their way to come see all of us in multiple states. they don’t have to do it. content will get better!!!! they don’t have to post at all. they’re doing this for us.

please correct if im wrong about this, thats what i understand. sorry for my yap, regular posts tomorrow.i love you all!

tags:

@sllutty-sturniolo @garfieldlovesu @sturniolo-szn2 @afr8idofrats @pvssychicken @mattsglassezx @ivysturnss @hjvi @lezleeferguson-120 @jensturnss @emely9274 @sheluvsthesturniolos @mattswifeyy @sturnl0ve @loveliest-sturniolo @hereforshitsandgiggles @sturns-mermaid @emillionaireee @sturnl0ve @matts-wife

[secretpenguinfestival]

I'm getting a degree in Physics and let me tell you, we may know HOW it works, but why don't know WHY. One of the most fascinating things about Quantum Mechanics and all quantum theories is that they work very well, really, but they make no sense. People may understand Quantum Mechanics as in "I can write and solve equations and experimentally prove this is right", but no one understands Quantum Mechanics as in "Yeah, I know why this thing is the right one" or "I know why it works this way"

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One FortyThree

Owens holds the metal thing at the end of the stethoscope to warm it up before pressing it to the bend of Eddie’s elbow, and Steve doesn’t like him, even if he does seem to be thoughtful about what he’s doing. He also gives Eddie his full attention and time to talk his way through his thoughts, and how good he is with Eddie makes Steve’s blood fucking boil. “Blood pressure is good. Could you pull up the back of your shirt?” He spends some time asking Eddie to take deep breathes while he moves the thing around, listening. “That all sounds normal, can I do your temperature too?”

Eddie nods and happily opens up for the thermometer.

“And...that’s normal too. Did you have any more symptoms you want to talk me through?”

Eddie shakes his head, curls shifting over his shoulders as he fidgets and settles his shirt again.

Owens hums, “so one bout of nausea, and vomiting. Weight gain, which we did confirm that you have gained a little, but with your build Eddie, I’d say that’s a good thing. You’ve been more active with work and your friends, so you may simply still be building some muscle. Steve’s having a recurring dream, and he thinks you should drink milk?”

“And not beer,” Eddie adds, scowling at Steve briefly.

Owens sits, thinking for a second. He’s clearly taking it seriously, which irritates Steve beyond reason. Someone who was involved in the torture of children cannot be kind; it’s got to be an act. When Owens shows his true colors, Steve is going to be right there to gloat. “Okay, all that’s left is for me to take some bloods, if you’re okay with that.” Eddie flops his arm out in answer, “I’ll call with the results in a couple of days.”

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

Steve reaches over reflexively, pulling the strands of hair free from where Eddie’s practically chewing them, “no. I think you’re fine.”

“Okay...do you think there’s something wrong with you?”

Steve makes a dismissive noise, “pfffft, of course not.”

“What then?” Eddie waves his hands about dramatically.

“I...don’t know. Maybe you’re getting superpowers, like El?”

Eddie spends the rest of the day frowning at random inanimate items, but he doesn’t manage to move anything with his mind powers.

“Stevie?” Eddie sounds part curious and part amused, “what are you doing?”

Steve’s borrowed his mothers clothes steamer for his shirt. Most of her clothes far too expensive to simply press. Steve wriggles the head of the thing around, “it’s a steamer, it gets the creases out...I need to look smart tomorrow, I...have a job interview.”

Steve has the shirt hanging from the shower rail in their bathroom.

“For something new? Not Family Video?” Eddie leans against the counter.

“Uhm...yeah, it’s for working at a school. Well, Kindergarten, in a school.”

Eddie’s face brightens, “little kids?” He sounds excited about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right. I’ll be, helping the teacher I guess. If I get the job. The hours will be different, but it’s more money.”

Eddie just shrugs, “as long as you’re happy Stevie love.”

Steve sighs at himself, setting the shirt straight and turning the steamer off, he doesn’t even know what he was so worried about, “I applied last week, well, posted the letters, the day after the pot luck. I should have told you.”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie smiles brightly.

“No. No baby,” Eddie pulls Steve close, still leaning against the counter. Steve lifts their linked hands, twisting Eddie’s engagement ring on his finger, “we’re in it together. A new job is a big deal, so we have to tell each other these things. One day we might...get our own place. And that means we have to pay bills to keep the water and the electricity on, we would rely on each other. I was wrong not to tell you.”

“I...okay. I think I understand. So...when it comes to important things, we should just say?”

“Yeah, yeah we should.”

“Okay,” Eddie frowns for a second, thinking, but then visibly brightens, grinning, “I got a C plus!”

“You did? On what?”

“English literature,” Eddie still kind of says it a little stilted ‘lit-er-ra-ture,’ but it’s getting stronger, “she said it was very clear, but I need to,” Eddie frowns up at the ceiling a second, “analyze the language more fully, to highlight deeper understanding. Or something.”

“Baby, that’s so great,” Steve kisses him on the cheek, “and the math?”

Eddie looks suddenly petulant, “math is hard and doesn’t make any sense.”

Steve snorts a laugh, “yup. I feel you. You need to get someone who isn’t me to help with that.”

Eddie nods, then sighs, “Dustin.”

“Afraid so.”

Eddie scrambles over the back of the couch, desperate to get to the ringing phone. Steve sighs, hoping that it is Owens this time, just so Eddie will stop panicking every time it rings. He’s spent the last two days jumping at every sound and leaping for the phone whenever it rings.

He’s probably been offending people with the disappointed way he hands the phone off to Steve every time it hasn’t been Owens.

“It’s for you,” Eddie hands him the phone, frowning, but not his disappointed frown, which probably means it’s someone Eddie doesn’t know.

“Mr. Harrington?”

“Speaking.”

“I’m calling in regards to your recent interview, we were wondering if you’d like to come in for a trial. We need copies of your identification and, subject to checks-” Steve just agrees. The interview went sort of okay, he thought. Everyone was nice enough, and he was enthusiastic about the little kids, but the fact that he had no experience at all really showed. Steve had left the interview feeling kind of deflated, so he’d tried to put it from his mind since.

He figured he'd just leave it for a week or so, and when he didn't hear anything, he could just try something else.

Steve scribbles down what he needs to bring on the notepad next to the phone, which is good, because he’s not taking in a single thing he’s being told. He thinks he ends the conversation politely, but honestly it’s a bit of a blur.

Eddie’s got his trying to understand face on, and no doubt he heard everything being said with his super powered hearing, “did you get the job? A trial?”

“I, yeah…I think as long as the trial goes well then yes. Yes, I think so?” Steve tries to go back through what the woman's just told him, the news sinking in enough that he’s starting to feel excited about it, “yes, as long as my security check thing is okay, so I can work with the kids.”

Eddie breaks into a beaming smile, and Steve can’t help but feel a little pleased with himself, “you’re going to do so great! And Monday...we need to get you a lunch box! Like mine! You won’t be able to eat red vines at work any more.”

“No, I guess I won’t. I’m probably going to need some more actual shirts-”

Steve is cut off by the phone ringing again, and Eddie practically dives for it.

“Owens! Hello!”

Oh finally, Steve thinks to himself, “he’s just going to say you’re fine,” he mumbles at Eddie.

Eddie’s frowning, “what hormone? What does that do?” There’s a long minute of silence, “what does gravid mean?” Eddie’s frown becomes more and more spectacular, “but I’m not-” Eddie looks up at Steve helplessly. Steve offers to take the phone but Eddie shakes his head at Steve’s outstretched hand, “okay. Yeah, we’re on our way.”

Eddie hangs up, “well? We’re going to see him now?” It makes Steve a little uneasy that Owens wants to see him straight away.

“He wants to do a scan.”

“What kind of scan?” Steve is instantly suspicious along with worried, “he wants to see you now? Right now? Is there something wrong?”

“He doesn’t think so but there’s...things in my blood that don’t make sense. He said if I was a snake I’d be gravid.”

“What the fuck is gravid?”

“Uhm…” Eddie touches his stomach, looking down at himself, “eggs?”

Steve swallows thickly, reaching to rest his hand over Eddie’s. Eddie moves to rest both of his hands on top, holding Steve’s hand close to himself, black nails pressing a little, “you mean...like a baby? In there? Right now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus Christ, that...that can’t be? Can it?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie says again, looking helpless and more than a little worried.

Steve breathes out slowly, “okay. Okay get your coat, lets go and find out.”

The car ride is mostly silent, but Steve senses Eddie’s unease and rests his hand on Eddie’s thigh, “it’ll be fine. We’re together, so it’ll be fine.”

Eddie just nods, fiddling with his rings.

Eddie’s laid out on the bed at the motel, stuff spread across his tummy, “this may just be a simple quirk of Eddie’s transformation, my concern is that they will need to be removed surgically, if I can actually find evidence of anything,” Owens is saying as he moves the thing around. Steve has no idea where all this equipment came from, and to be honest, he doesn’t want to know. Owens must have already been unloading it all when he called.

“What, why?”

“An operation?”

Steve and Eddie both speak at the same time, both concerned. Eddie reaches for Steve’s hand, face full of fear.

“Well, how else?” Owens says absently, moving the thing around on Eddie’s stomach, “they can’t possibly be fertilized, and male genitalia isn’t exactly designed to…” he finishes with a thoughtful hum, “there’s definitely something there. Eddie your internal organs aren’t laid out exactly as I would expect, but I only have the x-rays from before you got your legs, so it’s...difficult to tell, considering the change, but there’s definitely something there.”

“Wait, just wait a second, are you saying Eddie does have eggs inside him, right now?”

Owens follows the low waistband of Eddie’s jeans with the wand thing, “I’m fairly sure, yes, just here.” He points to the screen, a lot of it makes no fucking sense at all to Steve, but there’s some dark splotches and he takes Owens word for it. “So we would have to remove them. My concern is that they would eventually begin to break down, causing infection, or worse.”

Steve rubs his forehead, slowly realizing what Owens means, “and what if they are...fertilized?”

“Well, I’m working on the assumption that isn’t the case, since Eddie is male. Well, can’t be the case, unless...Eddie, in the Upside Down, did you ever see any part of the reproductive process?”

Eddie frowns at Steve, “did you see anything ever lay any eggs baby?”

Eddie nods, “only Demogorgons. After a fight with each other. The...hurt one, laid the eggs. I don’t...it was dangerous, to be around, but sometimes they were hurt bad enough that they might die. So, it was safe enough for us to eat some.”

“Eat some?” Owens is carefully wiping the jelly off, but he stops for a second looking between Steve and Eddie, “this is how you transform? Or how you would have done, had you not had Steve’s...toes, available.” Eddie nods, “and then you would become a Demogorgon?”

Eddie nods again, this is stuff they’ve been over before, but neither Steve nor Eddie have revealed anything further.

“So it was about who won the fight, and not about...say, male or female?”

“I don’t think so. Demogorgon...have both I think.”

Owens sits back for a second, “there is precedent for it. It makes sense, in a way. The party laying the eggs would be more vulnerable during the process, and their invested energy would be much higher. I’m assuming that creating the eggs themselves, rather than just being the party the fertilizes them, would take a much greater investment of energy.”

“I think I have...I’m like a Demogorgon. Kind of.”

“Right,” Owens says gently, “in that you..?”

Steve does not like talking about this. It feels inherently very private, and he really doesn’t want to talk about it with Owens of all people.

But he’s the closest thing Eddie has to a doctor, and the idea of eggs rotting inside Eddie and making him really sick is causing enough concern that Steve knows they need to pull the plaster off.

“Eddie’s...not exactly built like a human guy, down there.”

“He isn’t?”

Eddie shakes his head, also clearly a little pained by the conversation, “I’m...different to Steve. There’s a way in. Like a...girl?” He hedges, speaking softly.

“Oh.” Owens sits back, letting Eddie pull his shirt down, “I thought this would just be a...well. I assumed it was just an odd test result due to Eddie not being human. I wasn’t expecting the possibility of actual...so if there is indeed something…Eddie how would you feel about me examining you?”

“Would you be able to tell better?”

“Well...yes. I wasn’t aware that your physiology was...so different. A...general health check might be...beneficial? There were no evidence of any reproductive organs at all when we x-rayed you at the lab, when you had a tail. But now...well, you’re half human now, so I guess this is...possible? It makes sense that Eddie’s genetic code has filled in the gaps with human code so...it’s best I have a look.”

Steve wants to say no, he really, desperately, wants to stop this from happening, but...it doesn’t feel like it’s up to him.

“Okay,” Eddie says quietly.

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Steve tells him, soft but firm. He really does not like the idea of Owens poking around down there but...he also kind of feels like they need to know. What if Eddie’s health is at risk?

“I...want to know. Stay with me?” Eddie grips his hand.

“I’m not going anywhere baby.”

Owens is continues to be really considerate, which makes Steve grit his teeth so hard they hurt. He leaves the room while Eddie strips his bottom half. He’s given Eddie a soft towel to lie down on and another to cover himself with. It’s a little awkward, because despite all the kit Owens has with him, this is still a motel room. The best they can do is Eddie lying with his ass at the bottom of the bed, one leg bent enough that his heel is hooked onto the edge of the bed next to his ass.

Steve kneels next to him, rubbing a thumb in soothing circles on Eddie’s palm while Owens gathers some things and puts some gloves on. He pulls over a chair, “still okay for me to go ahead?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.”

“Okay, you can tell me to stop at any time and we will, right away. I wasn’t expecting to do a,” Owens thinks briefly, “internal exam, so I’m improvising a little, but if anything makes you uncomfortable, just say, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie squeezes Steve’s fingers.

Owens holds the end of a small torch in his mouth, improvising. It’s not ideal but needs to happen, Steve guesses.

Owens mumbles something around the torch, and Eddie frowns up at Steve, looking scared and upset enough that Steve wants to call a halt to the whole thing already, but Eddie just squeezes his hand tighter. Steve can’t see what Owens is doing under the tent of the towel, but Eddie flinches and suddenly moves, pulling away, drawing his legs up.

Owens' chair creeks as it topples over, the torch gets dropped as Owens makes a shocked noise. Before Steve can really process what’s happening Eddie is pressed against him, sat up and dragging the towel tight against himself, and Owens is sitting on his ass on the floor, hand held to his cheek, looking shocked, “Eddie, you okay?”

Eddie nods, but he looks near tears, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know it would do that.”

Owens pulls his hand away from his cheek, looking at his fingers, “it’s okay there’s no blood, you didn’t...break the skin.”

There is a pink mark through, a clear scrape on Owens cheek, just below his eye, Steve can see it from here, “Eddie, did your dick just bite Owens?” He asks before he can think it through, Eddie just clings to him tighter, so Steve wraps him up in a big hug, “it’s okay.”

“I am fine Eddie just...startled. Give me a moment I should...probably get cleaned up.”

“Eddie!” Steve calls through the trees, “come on baby!”

Steve actually finds him pretty quickly, squatting next to one of his saplings. He’s curled up into a little ball, hugging his knees, hair sticking out everywhere from under his bobble hat.

“Eddie, baby, come on, it’s freezing out here.”

“No,” it sounds petulant, but Steve knows he’s still really upset, so he doesn’t push it. Eddie had cried on and off on the way home, and headed out into the yard. Steve had given him twenty minutes of alone time but it really is cold out here, and he’s worried, and doesn’t want Eddie to be alone.

Steve crouches next to him, “checking on your trees huh?”

“Do you think they will be okay?” Eddie’s voice is soft, but he’s not crying any more. He does have faint tear trails on his cheeks, Eddie’s tears still not quite clear, even now.

“I don’t know a lot about trees baby but...I think they’re supposed to lose their leaves and everything in the winter, and they still look okay,” some of them are tall enough now to have a few spindly branches on them, “we have to wait for spring, okay? We have to wait and see.”

“Wait and see,” Eddie repeats absently, pressing his cold pinked nose into his coat sleeve.

“Can we go in? You need to get warmed up, okay? Owens is fine, it was just a scrape.” Eddie just nods, and Steve knows he’s upset about hurting someone; Eddie hates that. Doesn’t like to think he would ever hurt anyone. He stays silent though, and doesn’t answer.

“And I’ve...been thinking,” Steve volunteers, “if you want Owens to check you out properly I could, you know, just block him in. I’m pretty sure he won’t hurt me, I could just have my hand in the way.”

“Never hurt you, Stevie love.”

"What do you think?"

"I...maybe. I was...scared. It was different to before, but still kind of the same."

"Before...what do you mean baby?"

Eddie swallows thickly, before finally lifting his head to look at Steve, "before, when they would take me out of the tank."

Steve has to close his eyes briefly and let the horror wash over him before he answers, "baby, I am so sorry, I didn't even think of it. Or that it would remind you of that." And Steve berates himself for not thinking of it; Eddie was literally experimented on, of course this would affect him, "you really don't have to do it again if you want want to."

Eddie huffs out of his nose, the cold air making a faint cloud, "we maybe should find out, though?"

"Come on, lets go inside, it's cold out here.”

Eddie lets Steve pull him up, and they walk into the house, Eddie’s mittened hand held firmly.

“Do you want to try again?” Steve asks, helping gently with the arms of Eddie’s coat. Eddie shakes his hair out after pulling off his hat.

“I think...maybe we have to?” Eddie says quietly, and oh so sad. “Stevie, what if there’s…” he touches his stomach absently, huge brown eyes looking to Steve. But Steve doesn’t know. He can’t know...and...what if there are eggs, like Owens seems to think?

What if there is a baby?

It’s...almost too much to deal with. The possibility of it. Something Steve had so easily dismissed as never ever going to happen. There’s a kernel of hope under all that worry and confusion, that Steve keeps wrapped up, shoved right to the back.

“You’re probably right baby, about trying again, you want me to call him? It’s...probably the only way we’re going to find out.” Eddie nods, “want him to come here? Or the motel?”

“Here,” Eddie says right away.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll call him, and then hot chocolate, okay?”

Eddie doesn’t say a thing about whizzy cream, so Steve knows it’s bad.

“It’s okay baby, it’s still fine, okay?” Steve’s multitasking. They’re in a guest bedroom; Steve didn’t really want Eddie having an invasive medical examination in their bed. Kind of feels like the sort of thing that would leave an uncomfortable memory.

Steve has one hand in Eddie’s hair, and the other cupped at the juncture of Eddie’s thighs. Eddie’s penis is desperately trying to get through the barrier of Steve’s hand. It’s not trying to hurt Steve, the petals are pulled tight closed. The blunted head is pressing and trying to burrow through Steve’s fingers, just straight up trying to force it’s way past to get at Owens.

It’s angry. Sometimes it pulls back and goes for a headbutt, and Steve’s vaguely concerned Eddie’s dick will remember this and come for him in his sleep. Or something.

Eddie nods, “I’m okay,” but he has a pained look on his face, “nearly done?”

“All done actually,” Owens pulls back, withdrawing the thing he’s using to get a better look. It looks like a ducks bill crossed with a metal torture device to Steve.

Eddie’s dick doesn’t go back in until Eddie is securely wrapped up in a blanket.

“Okay, Eddie,” Owens starts slowly, turning off his head torch. He was better prepared this time. “The layout of your insides is...understandably different to what I’m used to seeing. That being said, I believe you have a kind of,” Owens gestures vaguely, which isn’t in the slightest bit helpful, Steve can’t help but think. “Like a pouch, and from what I can see, it does have eggs in it.”

“Eggs, plural?” Steve tries not to panic, he really does.

“Yes, but there’s already signs that some have developed further than others. Some are still very small and dark, some a little bigger, but...there’s one that’s visibly larger than the rest. It’s too soon to tell but...I think that shows that at least one is definitely growing. Eddie, you said Demogorgans lay eggs?” Eddie nods, “okay, so...it makes sense to me that your body would try and find a middle ground between the human way of doing things, and your Upside Down biology. If Demogorgons produce many eggs, then maybe of the few I can see, only one is developing because of the human parts of you.”

“So...what does that mean?”

“I think...it’s possible...that one egg may keep growing into a baby.”

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Another dp x dc cause why not. Tim is 19 and Jason is 22, and these murderous middle children are hanging out on patrol when the chaotic little shit that is a 16 y/o Danny Fenton crash lands on their roof. He detransformed while flying due to exhaustion.

Danny: Owwww

Jason: Holy shit, kid, are you alright??

Tim: Where did you fall from?

Danny, testing himself for injuries: Eh, I've had worse. Not even top five on my list of crash landings

Jason: That's not helping your case.

Danny, finally looks at the brothers mid getting up: Holy Shit! You're Red Hood and Red Robin! Man, I know so many people who are going to be soooo jealous.

Tim: Even of the crash landing part?

Danny, beaming: Crash landing is, like, the least embarrassing thing I could have done to meet y'all.

Jason: That sounds like a story.

Tim: Also incredibly unsafe. Are you sure you're okay?

Danny, shrugs: Yeah, I'm good. Just tired, probably gonna take a nap soon. Can you point me to the nearest graveyard?

Jason: Why.. why do you need to go to the nearest graveyard?

Danny: To nap?

Jason: Just- Why are you planning to nap in a graveyard?

Danny, realizing that what he said is not normal: ... because it helps? And I'm less likely to be harassed?

Tim, curiously: How does it help?

Danny: uuuh... don't tell batman?

Jason and Tim share a look and come to a silent agreement.

Tim: Only if you tell us how you ended up in Gotham.

Danny:.... Yeah, okay, fair. I didn't exactly know I was heading here? I was- I just needed to get away as fast and as far as I could. I picked a direction and flew til I obviously couldn't *gestures to the spot he landed*

Jason, concerned: What or who are you running from?

Danny: Eh, my parents? Local government? Both. My less-than-human-ness got exposed, and I wasn't testing out if my parents' obsession with ghosts would win over any parental love they may have felt. I got shot too many times when they didn't know to have faith in that knowing would help my situation.

Danny: Oh! So my parents are walking OSHA violations and I had an accident that should have killed me. I mean, it kind of did. Which is why graveyard naps help, the ambient ectoplasum makes me heal and regain my energy faster! The other ghosts call me a halfa since I'm an awkward middle ground between the living and dead and....um, I definitely have a concussion

Jason, weakly: What makes you say that?

Danny: My friends and sisters say I'm allergic to straight answers and I'm just putting it all out there. Also wavey

Tim, stepping closer: Wavey?

Danny, tracing invisible waves on a building: Wavey. Can we go to a graveyard now?

Jason, picking Danny up: Sure, kid. You said it helps?

Danny, let's it happen: Yeah.. it's not a cure-all, but it helps

Danny, waits til they're on the ground: Once my head clears, I can probably help with the weirdness of your ectoplasum. Nice to know I'm not alone in the "undead" hero gig

Jason, trips a little: You- wha- Kid?

Tim: Interesting. You can tell he died?

Danny: Yeah? I can sense ectoplasum, the dead, and the undead? It comes with the being dead thing

Jason, pressing a button so his bike has a high back that he can tie Danny to: You seem pretty alive to me

Danny: That's sweet, but if my vitals look anything like a normal human's, I'm actively dying. My heart rate and body temperature are closer to a corpse.

Tim, checks both those things and his eyes: okay, that's scary. And you definitely have a concussion. I believe we should take him to see Leslie, just to make sure his concussion isn't too bad.

Jason: He definitely should see the good doctor before we drop him off for a nap in the graveyard

Danny, panicking: No Doctors! No Hospitals!

Tim: She runs a small clinic, actually. We go to her if we get particularly injured.

Jason: Plus, she ain't no snitch

Danny: I don't know...

Tim: What would make you more comfortable with going?

Danny: I.... I don't know. It's been years since I went to a doctor or clinic.

Tim: Would it help if Hood or I stayed with you the whole time?

Danny: Aren't you supposed to be patrolling Gotham?

Jason: we can do that after we get you set up

Tim: I have a safe house he can stay at after he gets his nap

Jason: Sounds like a plan

Danny: Man, this feels like princess treatment

Tim, frowning: It's basic decency

Danny, head tilt: Is it?

Jason: Yes. How old even are you?

Danny: 16, why?

Tim and Jason share disbelieving looks. They would have pegged him at 13, maybe 14 if malnutrition was involved.

Jason: Dude, what have you been eating? I'm pretty sure Red was bigger than you and he's the smallest bird.

Tim: Asshole

Jason: Baby Bat is taller than you currently, and he's 4 years younger than you. Embrace your short king self, Red

Tim, pouting: Not all of us can have their childhood malnutrition and physical traumas erased by evil cool-aid

Jason: I don't know. Ra's likes you enough you could probably ask

Tim, makes a disgusted face: No thanks. Rather stay short than deal with that creep

Danny, mumbling: why does that name sound familiar? Ra's Ra's Ra's Ra's-

Danny, jolts: Al Gul???

Tim, suspicious: know him?

Danny: Yeah! Worst summoning ever!

Jason: You can be summoned?

Danny, embarrassed: Yeahhhhh, I beat the ghost king in single combat and now am technically king? Sort of? More prince, since I'm considered a baby. Who'd want a 2 year old ruling? I have people I trust making decisions on my behalf til I'm an adult by ghost standards

Jason: Kid.. How is your life even weirder than ours?

Danny, shrugs: I was doomed from birth.

Tim: We'll continue this conversation after Leslie checks you out

Danny: That's fair

Danny not only has a concussion, but his leg is broken (he didn't notice) and has some burns (from his escape). He gets his nap at the graveyard, which does speed up his healing, so Tim and Jason ferry him between the save house and the graveyard several times as he heals. Before Danny knows it, he's been adopted by these 2 vigilantes. Danny shows them his Phantom form at the same time Tim and Jason reveal their civilian IDs.

Tim and Jason gaslight the rest of the batfam about Danny always being there for shits and giggles, just take him to a family dinner and act like nothing is happening. Danny, always one for chaos, plays along. Damian is so mad about. Cass and Steph are delighted. Bruce, Dick, and Duke are so confused, but Duke is happy to not be the only Meta now. Alfred and Barbara learned about Danny beforehand because they know all.

[enidtendo64]

How do you picture Dipcifica happening in Reverse Falls?

Got so excited about this question spent all my free time today making all this

I think it’d be funny if in reverse fashion, instead of hatred to begrudging partnership to liking each other the way Dipcifica kind of does in canon, in rev!falls they IMMEDIATELY get along. Which maybe just an excuse for me to just do cute stuff for them but I think it’s funny so!

Dipper sees her in the crowd, immediately clocks that she must be new since this town doesn’t have anyone or anything new or interesting about it except for them (the twins, the Pines family, etc.) and after some plot relevant things, there’s a begrudging and slowly growing friendship between the Pines and Pacifica and Gideon.

But specifically towards Dipper and Pacifica, Dipper is a prick. But beneath that he’s also still the Dipper we know, albeit grown up differently. Still nerdy, curious about weird anomalies of the world but a little more somber and edgy about it. Completely nerdy about magic—not real magic like their amulets let him do, but sleight of hand magic tricks real magicians learn. Pacifica, completely unphased by some of the most bizarre shit that could happen because in this universe Florida is the weirdness magnet area, she’s more impressed about his sleight of hand tricks, his knowledge on obscure history and science and nerdy pop culture facts, and thinks it’s funny and cute he’s so high maintenance. They get along well, and as intimidating as he can get (which is surprising bc in the main au he is still 12, then again he’s also a murderer?) she’s meeting all his remarks with her own brand of blunt ass and teasing, since yknow it’s still Dipcifica, just a different flavor. And while she may say silly things, he actually takes her seriously too, which makes them feel like there’s some equality in their relationship which is why they get along so well almost right off the bat!

Too bad in the reverse!falls equivalent of Northwest Mansion Mystery, Pacifica finds out Dipper (and Mabel) have been lying to her throughout the whole summer and made her think she did something when in fact it was orchestrated by the twins in the first place to manipulate and blackmail her. I don’t wanna spend too much on it since I haven’t fully thought much of it but basically Dipper has to double down that he’ll do ANYTHING for his family, which means throwing her under the bus. And he doubles down saying that everything they shared in the summer, their friendship leading to more type of relationship, was all just lies to use her because she was the best way they could find William Cipher (listen, about the name, i am not creative ok).

Of course we know that’s not the full truth, yes the Pines family are willing to do anything for each other, but it doesn’t mean Dipper didn’t genuinely love and appreciate the friendship/relationship he had with Pacifica, and even to some extent Gideon too. It’s kind of his flaw that he’ll do some heinous shit and justify it as something he does for the people he loves, but now he’s starting to love someone else that is directly an opposition to something that’s for the family he loves so much and…..well…..

Anyways, it’s ok bc the rev!falls equivalent for Not What He Seems comes after, there is a tentative sort of truce between them? Maybe? But Dipper will have to spend most of the rest of that summer (and probably the next couple of years) on his knees begging for forgiveness cause yeeesh. It’s ok, Mabel’s down there with him too. Gideon actually forgives a lot more easily towards the twins but Pacifica…..that’s gonna be a while.

But yeah sorry that took a long time to get back to, but hopefully to compensate here’s some pics of what I’m talking about with them. Feel free to ask more about them I’m kind of getting really back into Reverse Falls lol

[journalivm]

Hey there! So this is what I don't get. You're sitting pretty (or I guess not because you talked about everything working against you?)

But you're coming from where you're coming from, talking about "things are good here, let yourself want good things". Yeah, most of us (on this website) do let ourselves want good things. We've been working for them. That's why we complain about the systems in place that keep us from good things.

Making nihilistic memes and funny/rant posts about said systems doesn't mean we've given up on acquiring a lifestyle of classroom learning for smaller sums of money. It just means we're tired. So when you talk about the systems in your area being better than our systems, it just sucks. I'm happy for you having access to the things you're passionate about.

But you saying "uwu" on the "uwu" website isn't changing anything. I imagine your message may have given some people some hope, seeing that things like that are techinically attainable if we keep fighting for them? But it was just weird. You said "pls pls pls normalize access to education"

We vote. We get involved. I do. My family and friends definitely do. We stay educated and we care about these things as much as we are physically capable of. And as you mentioned, things have not gotten more accessible or affordable. I and all my older siblings are still paying off student debt.

So yes, if I thought you were capable of "fighting capitalism by yourself or whatever" (keen insight btw) I would have said that :)

Again, what I don't understand about your message--which even mentioned struggling to maintain the cost of living--is that you posted it to a website with a demographic whose opinions are very similar to your own. If you need to call me a prick and puff out your chest, go off.

But you could also do the things you seemed to assume that none of us in other parts of the world are doing to make your dream of cheap college courses a reality. Instead of talking about life through your personal lens, which is as limited as anyone else's.

Alternate universe where I literally just to go to school forever (for free) so I can just learn about art and literature and history and languages for 100 years. No job skills. No credit requirements. No student loans. Just learning.

[rosekeu]

soft like a bunny : r. sukuna

this is part 5!

a/n: highschool au, fem!reader, reader has braces, shy+nerdy+sensitive reader! [if you don't like that then leave ig lol] soft spot for reader ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ gosh i finally updated thisss hip hip HURRAY!!!

sypnosis: you get an unexpected warning from someone about your recent relations to sukuna.

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the next day at school was surprisingly quiet. all your classes ran as normal, maybe all of your bullies were intimidating now that you were associated with a delinquent like sukuna. you didn't think about it much, it didn't matter, did it?

as you entered your chemistry class you sat in your usual spot but you missed sukuna’s pestering. you can't deny it was annoying but it was the good kind of annoying that made you want more of it when he wasnt near.

so there you were, exhaling dramatically, your chin placed on the palm of your hand. as you think about what sukuna must be doing at his house. 

and then you remembered. 

he had invited you over. to his house.

you mentally facepalmed at the memory. how could you forget that? he’d casually mentioned it yesterday through text. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you thought about it. you'd need to remind him to send you his address later. you weren’t sure what to expect, but you felt a flutter of excitement in your chest.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when a voice cut through your musings.

“hey.”

you blinked and turned to find naoya zenin sitting next to you. your stomach immediately dropped. 

of all people... naoya zenin?

he was the twins’ rude, misogynistic cousin. he’d barely acknowledged your existence ever.

even when you went over to maki and mai’s house for family gatherings, so why was he sitting next to you now?

naoya flashed a grin, clearly seeing your surprise, and before you could react, he leaned in closer. “don’t look so startled. i’m just here to talk. you’re... kinda cute, actually.”

you instinctively shrank back, cheeks flushing slightly as you awkwardly tugged at your sleeve, trying to avoid eye contact. “u-um... i-i don’t think we have anything to talk about…”

“yeah we do.” he teased, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. looking into your eyes with a fake warmth. “you and sukuna, huh? what’s that about?”

you furrowed your brows, confused. naoya wasn't a person who talked to just anyone, that was clear. he always acted as if he was above everyone else, and you figured that was one of the reasons why he avoided you at all cost. 

social suicide. 

you weren't popular— but you weren't hated, per say. you were just bullied…that's not that bad right?

“we’re lab partners—”

before you can say another word he puts his hand over your own mouth. “ah– don't lie. what was that shitshow yesterday? when he beat up those bullies?”

he paused, raising a brow as his eyes skimmed your figure. what did sukuna see in you? 

“for you? a little pipsqueak who can’t even stand up for herself? interesting," naoya's voice had a teasing, almost mocking edge to it now. his eyes narrowed as he leaned in even closer, his hand still hovering near your mouth.

you felt your breath catch, your nerves tightening. naoya’s presence was suffocating, and his words stung. your face flushed, both with embarrassment and the uncomfortable weight of his gaze on you. why was he doing this? it wasn’t like he ever cared about you before—why now?

"uh, excuse me, but i really don't think this is your business," you muttered, your voice softer than you intended but still firm. you pushed his hand away from your face, feeling your heart race. you didn’t know where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from, but you remembered the promise you made to yourself to stand up for yourself more. 

naoya chuckled, an evident smirk plastered onto his face. "oh? getting feisty now, huh?" he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he studied you like you were some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve. "well, if you ask me, you don’t seem like the type to hang around someone like him."

“but you don't know me, naoya.” you speak truthfully. he talked as if he was your friend, but you both knew that was a lie. 

naoya chuckled, as if he were entertained by your words. "you’re cute i’ll give you that," he said, leaning back again, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "but you better be careful. people like sukuna don’t just take an interest in anyone. and the fact that you’re hanging around with him now? well, that’s just begging for trouble."

you couldn’t help but feel a knot form in your stomach at his words. sukuna had a reputation, sure, but did it really matter what others thought? wasn’t that the point of why he was different? he didn’t care about what others thought, and that was part of what made him… well, him.

before you could respond, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. naoya stood up, shooting you one last smirk before gathering his things.

 and his words keep a small space in your brain.

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