#you get the good shit in 2025 i promise

[catdile]

reasonable crashout

[vally-vall-vall]

I think I'm about to have a stroke

[astonmartinii]

fresh out the slammer [guilty as sin part five] | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x sainz!reader

no court cases, no ferrari PR jail... i'm sure nothing will happen, right?

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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f1: THERE IT IS!!! The 2025 grid is set with Ollie Bearman at Haas, Franco Colapinto at Williams and Pepe Marti at Sauber.

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user317: HOLY SHIT

user318: i hate to celebrate someone losing their job in this economy but FUCK THAT MAN WOO HOO WELCOME TO UNEMPLOYMENT CARLOS SAINZ

olliebearman: can't wait to get started (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

user319: when are you going to recruit pepe and kimi to the leclerc family agenda

pepemarti: y/n has been my celeb crush since i was like 13 (sorry charles) so trust me idc about the spanish guy

olliebearman: he fully doesn't play about y/n, he even tries to read poetry (key word being tries)

pepemarti: you can shame me all you like but i think y/n would appreciate the effort

yourusername: you would be correct !

pepemarti: OMG ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

charles_leclerc: i'll take you in if you promise you're over your crush on y/n, it would be very inappropriate

pepemarti: I AM I SWEAR

user320: i know carlos gotta be sick seeing the spanish youngster freak out more about his sister

yourusername: i fear he has bigger fish to fry right now

user321: @carlossainz55 BOO! did i scare you? i'm a job application

user322: being on the internet as a sainz fan gotta be torture at this point

user323: former delusional carlando fan here! he brought this upon himself lol

maxverstappen1: evil may be conquered but these three and kimi look like prime candidates to join the united front of hating

yourusername: we gotta get them started while they're young

charles_leclerc: i fear we don't have enough room in the house for all these kids

francocolapinto: do we really need the aussie?

oscarpiastri: i was here before you ???

yourusername: we can get bunkbeds?

olliebearman: does leo really need him own room

charles_leclerc: WATCH THAT TONE

kimiantonelli: i'm quite small if that helps

yourusername: looks like we have a new favourite

pepemarti: ????????

user324: see? carlos loses his job and suddenly all is good in f1 again... coincidence? i think not.

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yourusername: and the pieces all fall into place ...

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user326: this is a level of motherism we have yet to see in f1

user327: and mother in a literal sense these ones take her up to like five grid kids and one dog

maxverstappen1: don't erase her cat godson and goddaughter

yourusername: leo is almost fully cat trained ( ≧ᗜ≦)

albonpets: do not even think of coming for our brand

yourusername: which one am i talking to?

albonpets: HORSEY

yourusername: ... okay then

charles_leclerc: seriously?

yourusername: i'm not going to fight a (my favourite) albon cat charles, i may have the sainz last name but i'm NOT carlos

charles_leclerc: it'll be leclerc before you know it

yourusername: (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

user328: no because at this point i can fully picture carlos having an argument with a cat

albonpets: we're down to tussle for y/n

user329: i'm dying, carlos lost so bad ALBON PETS ARE SHADING HIM

user330: guys are we ready for monza tho? y/n and charles fully back, the united front of hating back, italy don't play about charles... carlos girl i'd sit this one out it doesn't even matter that you're driving the red car

maxverstappen1: at least it won't be me being booed for once

carlossainz55: i'm not a bitch. if people want to boo me they'll only expose themselves as sheep

oscarpiastri: BAAAA

olliebearman: BAAAA

francocolapinto: BAAAA

kimiantonelli: BAAAA

pepemarti: BAAAA

charles_leclerc: parenthood is so precious

carlossainz55: you think i care that these little runts like you guys? they'll be out the sport faster than your other little pet american

logansargeant: at least i'm pretty

francocolapinto: sorry i can't hear you over my williams seat - you really thought that was gonna be yours huh 🤔

user331: obsessed with how carlos has just resorted to name calling because his only 'ammunition' against y/n is that she always wanted to marry charles and didn't want to work

user332: if that's illegal LOCK ME UP BABY

yourusername: they nearly did 😭

user332: oh yeah my bad g

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charles_leclerc: fresh out the slammer

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user333: LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO

francocolapinto: VAMOSSSSSS

user334: this was actually insanely poetic, ferrari i'm still angry at you but thank you for this genius strategy

user335: today you are excused, tomorrow we go back to hating

user336: the north remembers

yourusername: never in doubt starboy - i love you, you deserve this so much

charles_leclerc: i love you more, this win is for you after everything we've been through

yourusername: you're too sweet - it's all you baby and the win is all yours, my prize is being. yours

charles_leclerc: so glad we could have all of our REAL family around us today

yourusername: i love you all ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

oscarpiastri: i guess if there's anyone to lose to here, it would be my grid dad

francocolapinto: if you don't want the P2 i'll gladly take it off of your hands

yourusername: okay babies let's calm down and celebrate that we ALL scored points today

olliebearman: thanks mum and dad

pepemarti: did you guys see my F2 podium (๑>◡<๑)?

charles_leclerc: we did!

yourusername: well done pepe :3

pepemarti: hehehehehehheheheheehehehe

maxverstappen1: oh boy got out of ferrari jail and now we're ALL being subjected to the conjugal visits

charles_leclerc: stay outta my business

maxverstappen1: BROTHER 4 MILLION PEOPLE IN YOUR BUSINESS

yourusername: and four million people know my man is off limits

yourusername: @carlossainz55 stop paying instagram models to flirt with my man

charles_leclerc: @carlossainz55 what money are you using for this i had to close my DMs

user337: HE'S PAYING INSTAGRAM MODELS TO TRY AND FLIRT WITH CHARLES THE VERY GUY WHO HAD HIS CHILDHOOD RIVAL DELIVER LOVE LETTERS WHEN HIS PHONE WAS TAKEN ???

oscarpiastri: we never said carlos was smart

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f1tea: the ramifications of the sainz civil war may be a lot worse than previously feared. carlos sainz does not have a seat for the 2025 f1 season and doesn't look like he'll be chosen for a reserve role either with bridges with red bull firmly burnt. however, one of the biggest effects of this 'war' has been on those who still choose to associate with carlos. it's been reported that mclaren have had to turn down a number of sponsors after they asked that it is only run on oscar's car and that lando norris is not seen with the brand. do you think we'll see lando jump ship from carlos or will mclaren become a safehaven for sainz?

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user341: mclaren? a safe haven for carlos sainz? the same mclaren that houses the first child of y/n and charles? i'd like to see them try

user342: finally the carlando PR spin is dead

user343: they way they both thought that was their ultimate get out of jail free card and now it's like incriminating

user344: isn't this all getting a little petty now? like y/n and charles are together and carlos doesn't have a seat? what's the point of keeping all of this drama going?

user345: tbf this 'drama' was never going away the moment they exposed themselves for trying to use their daughter/sister as bait to further carlos' career

user346: if that wasn't downright criminal then unlawfully suing your daughter/sister for everything she rightfully earnt WAS

user347: yeah just because 55 fans and the sainzs themselves want to bury that loss doesn't mean it's not like one of the first things that come up when. you google carlos - of course sponsors are not gonna want ANYTHING to do with that

user348: poor lando getting caught in the petty crossfire

user349: i mean he was shit slinging at y/n after austria and that girl has levels of voodoo only taylor swift can better

user350: he's also a grown man who has seen this all go down behind the scenes so he's made his bed and has to lie in it

user351: the way the sponsors are just piling up for charles as well karma really is doing a number right now

user352: his charm is so universal that oscar is becoming one of the most marketable drivers as well

user353: no but as someone who was on the ground at monza, it's BAD like people were wearing their sainz merch with the 55 or spanish flag covered up

user354: oh he got them acting like middle aged football fans it's BAD

user355: at least they haven't started burning stuff yet

user356: if he takes out charles i fear it won't take long

yourusername

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yourusername: my new poetry and letter collection, the alchemy, is out today and you guys already made it a new york times bestseller. my heart is so full! the last couple months made me feel like i would never get to love so thank you for showing me that everything is possible x

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user357: ma'am i am in love with you

user358: get in line buddy

charles_leclerc: i will run all of you over

maxverstappen1: thank you for the dedication, it was a traumatic time for us all

yourusername: you simply could've not read my private letters to my lover?

maxverstappen1: and where's the fun in that?

yourusername: a pigeon wouldn't have done this to me...

maxverstappen1: yeah well a pigeon also hasn't been your best friend for years and doesn't have a couch and cats to comfort you

yourusername: you make a good point

user359: she's really out here making me believe in love

charles_leclerc: the most talented woman in the world, i'm blessed to be on the receiving end of such words

yourusername: writing is so much easier with a muse like you

charles_leclerc: you're making me blush

user360: sure if my boyfriend was a greek god i'd also write good poetry

charles_leclerc: no you couldn't, not like her

yourusername: (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

lewishamilton: congratulations y/n, what an achievement! however, i do think the real achievement here is getting this grid to read a book

georgerussell63: excuse me?

alexalbon: ... you got me but i wanted the tea ☕️

charles_leclerc: APPRECIATE THE POETRY PEOPLE

alexalbon: funny how the letters were back and forth... but none of yours made it to the book

yourusername: ALEX :(

charles_leclerc: i didn't want my sad ramblings to drag down her shine - i thought you would get that seeing how bad you are at golf compared to lily

lilymunhe: oop.

user361: where are the children

yourusername: eating my cake :(

maxverstappen1: they're actually being really cute and are all sat in a circle reading it (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

charles_leclerc: gotta make sure they can read none of us finished school

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f1: LAST LAP SHUNT! Carlos Sainz takes Max Verstappen out in baku and the two did not mince their words on the radio

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user363: not to be dramatic but that's lowkey attempted murder

user364: at this point carlos is trying to ACTUALLY recreate that list of crimes meme

user365: let's get his ass in JAIL then

oscarpiastri: if i speak i'm in big trouble

carlossainz55: speak it big man - if you wanna act like a big guy back it up

oscarpiastri: okay you are a narcissistic misogynist who can't bear being told no. you are a talented man but without your name you would be nowhere but you lack the selfawareness to be grateful for where you are which is why you don't have a job. you are reckless and dangerous and the very few friends you have will drop you when you no longer serve a purpose in f1

user366: oh shit babe came out swinging

oscarpiastri: i'm hearing a lot of CRICKETS?

oscarpiastri: exactly - pussy.

user367: thank you franco colapinto for bringing back drivers with zero media training

user368: once again i am asking for proximity chat in f1

user369: the sweet souls on twitter would NOT be able to handle it

yourusername: bro tried to assassinate my best friend but i'm the problem

carlossainz55: stop being so dramatic, if anyone was to purposely hurt someone it would be max - look where he came from

yourusername: first of all FUCK YOU

yourusername: second of all, max is stronger than you ever will be, how dare you try and use his childhood against him when you know he's nothing but a gentle soul

yourusername: thirdly, by this logic the reason i'm such a 'gold-digging back-stabbing whore' is because of YOU GUYS

user370: i am absolutely losing it at the fact that carlos is furiously typing these at the fia HQ

user371: i know his PR officer is TIRED

francocolapinto: sorry our uncle got sniped but we did also get points @olliebearman

olliebearman: JUST TO SAY WE WENT TO SEE MAX AND HE IS OKAY BUT YES THANK YOU FOR THE POINTS

yourusername: guys lets keep the inside thoughts inside

francocolapinto: so you're not proud of us (╹ -╹)?

yourusername: I AM, I AM, WE ARE (charles is on the podium he'll tell you later)

francocolapinto: ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

olliebearman: ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

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maxverstappen1: i lived bitch

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user372: they're gonna have to do a little more than that to take down the united front of hating

user373: 50g can't stop the grind for these dudes

maxverstappen1: i would call that man a bitch with my last breath

user374: them celebrating the end of carlos' career by doing a mukbang is killing me

user375: when the funeral food be good as fuck you be forgetting who died

carlossainz55: you guys really are so pathetic

maxverstappen1: i didn't try to pimp out my sister, make her homeless then sue her but that might just me be

maxverstappen1: also the data will prove what we all know btw

carlossainz55: that you're reckless just like your daddy?

maxverstappen1: at least i can admit my dad is an asshole and i distanced myself, your dad is just as much a bitch but you gotta parade him around because no one else can bear being around you

carlossainz55: the only bad thing my dad ever did in his life is help bring the spawn of satan into the world

maxverstappen1: whatever, enjoy your race ban bozo

user376: is max suggesting ... it was on purpose

user377: if it was carlos might just be as dumb as they all say because fool was about to get a podium

yourusername: THEY CAN'T GET RID OF US BITCH

maxverstappen1: you're a sick motherfucker if you're enjoying this sainz disasterclass well i only just got out of the medical centre 🤧🤧🤧

charles_leclerc: no but deadass we're sorry you got taken out

maxverstappen1: someone had to be the mercutio to you people's romeo and juliet

maxverstappen1: PLEASE DO NOT KILL YOURSELVES AFTER I'VE GONE THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT FOR YOU

yourusername: we can't leave you with all these kids

charles_leclerc: yeah that's a lot of kids to inherit

user378: christian horner i hate you but you gotta get on your zoom

oscarpiastri: where's my congratulations 🤨

maxverstappen1: @yourusername @charles_leclerc yeah you can keep your kids

charles_leclerc: we're proud of you oscar (don't beat me again)

yourusername: well done oscar (your verbal takedown was particularly impressive as well)

oscarpiastri: 🤭🤭🤭

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note: lol i'm back. i was busy with work and then in hospital. but we all love guilty as sin? will get to tagging soon one sec

[itneverendshere]

the fireworks are through, here we are, me and you - r.c

pairing: rafe x bartender!pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

decided to get back into writing with something smaller and just in time for the NYE! i'm a bit late (obviously) but wanted to write a little piece for my first universe, since it's so dear to my heart! hope all of you add a good, fresh, amazing start to 2025 and if you didn't, it will get better 💘

Rafe Cameron had never cared about New Year’s Eve—never cared about anything that came with it, really.

No resolutions, no countdowns, no stupid superstitions. For years, the only thing NYE had ever been to him was an excuse to get high, shit-faced, or both. Another party, another distraction, another night to drown out the noise in his head. 

This year was different, he had you.

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

“Baby, I’m fine,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his chest to calm him down.

Rafe nodded, but you could see the gears turning in his head. He was watching you out of the corner of his eye every second, quietly assessing if you were comfortable, if you were happy.

You leaned against the marble kitchen island, sipping something fizzy from a crystal flute, half-listening as he introduced you to another one of his college buddies. He had his arm slung low around you, the tips of his fingers brushing the hem of your dress like he couldn’t help himself.

“You still good?” he murmured, leaning close so that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. 

You tilted your head to look at him, catching that pretty face that never failed to make your knees weak. 

“Yeah,” you confirmed, though the truth was you felt a little out of place. You still weren’t used to this crowd, their polished laughs and overpriced cologne. Maybe you’d never be.

But Rafe made it bearable, he always did.

His eyes traced the curve of your cheek, the way the fairy lights strung across the patio reflected in your eyes. You didn’t notice, busy scanning the room, but to him, you were the only thing worth looking at.

“You’re lying."

Your brow furrowed as you looked back at him.

“What?”

“You’re not fine.” He moved impossibly closer, his free hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, “You always do that little thing with your mouth when you’re uncomfortable.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched. “I’m fine, really. It’s just...not my scene.”

His hand dropped from your face to your hip again, pulling you a fraction closer, like he needed to feel you against him to believe you were really there. 

“Okay, let’s eave,” he said, his tone so earnest it made your chest ache.

“Baby,” you sighed, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from spiraling into full protective mode. “You’ve been looking forward to this. I’ll survive a few hours of rich-kid bullshit. Promise.”

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your temple, “Don’t care about the stupid party,” he murmured against your skin. “Just wanted to spend the night with you.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time it was more for show.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you.” The words slipped out so easily, like they’d been sitting on the tip of his tongue all night. He meant every damn syllable.

The night wore on and he stuck to your side like glue. It was endearing, in a way, as he introduced you to his university friends, always with some kind of proud little flourish—like saying your name was his favorite thing to do. 

“This is her,” he’d said more than once, his chest puffed up slightly, like just having you on his arm made him the luckiest guy in the room.

The way he looked at you made it hard to stay annoyed. Everyone was polite enough, but Rafe didn’t let any awkwardness linger, always guiding the conversation, nudging you in with a soft “Tell them about that time…” or offering a quick compliment like, “She’s way better at that than I ever was.”

And when one of his friends said something vaguely pretentious, you felt his hand tighten ever so slightly on your waist before he cut in with a sharp, “Yeah, okay, Benji, but tell them about the time you puked on your mom’s Birkin.” His grin was all teeth, but his tone was light—he was still playing nice, but only because of you.

By the time the countdown was close, the party had spilled outside.

The chilly night air nipped at your skin, but you didn’t mind—especially when Rafe shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders without a word.

“Thanks,” you murmured, pulling it tighter around you. It smelled like him—clean, with just a hint of that cologne you loved.

He didn’t respond, just tugged you closer, his hands settling on your hips as he leaned down to look at you. “What are you gonna wish for?”

“What?” you asked, caught off guard by the question.

“At midnight. What are you gonna wish for?” His blue eyes so intense they made your stomach scream.

You laughed, trying to brush off the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Don’t know. A winning lottery ticket, maybe? Health?”

But he didn’t laugh, just kept looking at you like you were the answer to every question he’d ever had.

“What about you? Do you know what you’re gonna wish for?”

His lips twitched into the faintest smile, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Already got everything I need.”

“Be serious."

He shrugged, the gesture almost sheepish, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on your heart.

“I, uh...might’ve wished for you last year,” he admitted, “Didn’t know it was you at the time, but...yeah. Turns out the universe actually listens sometimes.”

You stared at him, completely floored.

“You’re such a fuckin' dork.” You shook your head, trying to tamp down the stupid grin spreading across your face. “You really did the whole thing last year?”

“The whole thing,” he nodded, completely unashamed. “The grapes, the red underwear, the running around the block with a suitcase���”

“No,” you said, giggling now. “You did not.”

“Swear to God,” he shook his head. “Felt so fucking stupid at the time, but...worked, didn’t it?”

You arched a brow, fighting back a chucke. “It didn’t work. It’s all just superstitious bullshit.”

He shrugged, pulling you even closer. “You’re here in my arms, I’m pretty sure it did.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, the countdown began. 

Ten seconds, then nine, then eight…By the time it hit one, his lips were on yours, the sound of fireworks and cheers fading into the background. All you could feel was him—his hands on you, his breath mingling with yours, the quiet hum of contentment settling in your chest.

Maybe he was right. Maybe the universe had been listening.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hardly audible over the cheers and music around you. His forehead rested lightly against yours, his eyes still closed, he couldn’t pull away just yet.

“Happy New Year,” you echoed, your voice teasing. “Though I guess you’re feeling pretty smug right now, huh? Thinking you manifested all this.”

He hummed, his hands trailing up your sides. “Damn right I am. How else do you explain it?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, “Maybe it’s just dumb luck. Or—crazy idea—you charmed me all on your own.”

“Nah,” he said, beaming now. “Luck’s never been my thing. But you? You’re somethin’ else, baby. Don’t think I stood a chance once you walked into my life. If this is what I get every year, I’ll eat a whole fuckin’ vineyard’s worth of grapes next time.”

You snorted, “Don’t push your luck, Cameron. The universe might get tired of your whining.”

“Not whining,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “Just thinkin’ about how lucky I got. Don’t know what I did to deserve this, but...shit, I’m glad I did it.”

“You’re just lucky no one got that on video. Kook Prince Cameron running around like a maniac? The scandal.”

“Don’t care,” he said simply, his tone so sure it made you pause. “Would’ve done it ten times over if it meant finding you.”

He didn’t how someone could be so completely themselves and still feel like his, you were made just for him.

“Rafe…”

“I mean it. You’re everything I ever wanted, baby. I didn’t even know it until you came along. Can’t imagine my life without you.”

Your breath hitched, the vulnerability in his voice wrapping around your heart and squeezing. When he kissed you again, the fireworks in the sky had nothing on the ones between you.

For once, he didn’t need the haze of a party or the numbness of a bottle to feel like he belonged, with you, he already did.

“You’re such a fucking romantic,” you whispered against his lips, your tone soft enough to take the edge off the words.

His cheshire grin returned.

“Guess you bring it out of me.”

You weren’t just someone he loved—you were it for him. His north star, the one thing that made the chaos in his head quiet. When he pulled back from another kiss, his eyes searched yours, a flicker of insecurity showing up.

“Was it dumb?” he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant.

You blinked, still dazed from the kiss. “What?”

“All that shit I said. The universe, the grapes…all of it. Was it too much?” He tried to laugh it off.

You shook your head, smiling in that way that always knocked the wind out of him. 

“Not dumb. Kind of crazy, maybe, but sweet. Really sweet.”

His lips turned into a lopsided grin, relief flooding his features. 

“Good,” he said, his voice firmer now. “’Cause I meant every word. Don’t tell anyone, though. Gotta keep up my rep.”

You laughed, and the sound was like a balm to his soul. He’d fight the whole fucking world to keep that laugh in his life. Your hands slid up to rest on his chest, your touch soft, familiar.

Safe.

“Tell me about this rep of yours.”

Rafe smiled to ear to ear, the devilish glow in his eye making your heart race.

“Y’know, bad boy, troublemaker, heartbreaker…” He trailed off, his smirk turning cocky. “And, uh, not to brag, but pretty great in bed.”

You froze for half a beat, pushing at his chest.

“Oh my God. Why would you even—ugh, you’re impossible.”

“What?” he asked innocently, though his expression betrayed him. “Just stating facts, baby.” 

The teasing in his tone enough to make you groan.

“You’re disgusting,” you shot back, biting your lip to keep from squealing like an love sick fool.

“Disgustingly good-looking,” he corrected, leaning closer. “And disgustingly in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck.

“Nope. I take it back. I take all my kisses back.”

“You can’t do that!” He straightened, looking mock-offended.

“I can, and I just did.” You crossed your arms, stepping back just far enough to make him frown.

He followed instantly, tugging you back by the waist. “That’s not how it works, baby,” he said, dipping his head so his lips hovered just above yours. “You give ‘em to me, they’re mine. No refunds.”

You tried to glare, but the way his voice dipped on the last two words made your entire body shudder.

“See,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another. And another. He trailed them down to your jaw, his grin widening with each one, “All mine.”

You raised a brow, trying to act unimpressed even as his voice sent shivers down your spine. “If this is your way of trying to get laid, it’s pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” he repeated, mock horror lighting up his features. “Baby, you were literally begging for it last night—”

Your jaw dropped, your cheeks flaming. “Rafe!” you hissed, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“What?” he said, all fake innocence, even as his face turned downright wolfish. “’m just being honest. You said you liked it when I—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you warned, but he could hear the laugh bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours as his lips finally, finally captured yours. 

The kiss started slow, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you gave in, parting them for him.

The second you did, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a possessiveness that made your toes curl. He tasted like whiskey and mint, your favorites. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling just right as he claimed your mouth like it was his job.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your fingers curling into the lapels of his shirt to keep yourself standing. He took that as encouragement, biting down gently on your bottom lip before soothing the sting with a slow, wet drag of his tongue.

“Thought you were taking all your kisses back,” he muttered against your lips, his voice taunting as he pulled back just enough to make you chase him.

“Still considering it,” you panted, though the way you tugged him closer said otherwise.

His lips were on yours again, it made your head spin. His teeth grazed your lip again, and when you gasped, he licked into your mouth, groaning softly as he tasted you. When he pulled back just a smidge, a thin string of spit connected your mouths, and the sight of it made your cheeks burn all over again.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice husky as he used his thumb to wipe the corner of your swollen lips. “If you keep kissing me like that, we might have to skip the rest of this party.”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him, “You think I’m that easy to distract?”

“Don’t need to think,” he mused as his hands slid lower, resting on the curve of your ass. “Pretty sure I just proved it.”

You sighed, but it wasn’t with exasperation—it was amusement, adoration.

Your your fingers brushed the collar of his shirt as you traced his cheek, “Skipping the party, huh?” you murmured, your lips brushing against his just enough to drive him crazy. “What would we even do instead?”

His hold tightened on your skin, his voice dipping into a near growl as he answered, “Baby, I can think of a few things.”

The heat in his eyes made your cheeks flush, and this time around you didn’t attempt to hide the shit-eating smile taking over your face.

“You’re not even a little subtle, are you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he admitted, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours again.

Happy Fucking New Year to him.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Phrase Series 📝

"It's always been you." Jey USO x Black OC (01/02/2025)

“It was mine from the moment I touched it”

“All I ever wanted was to love you, none of that other shit matters”

“Is that all you need?”

“You're not getting away from me, not this time baby”

“You can do so much better than him”

“Don’t you wanna savor this, baby?"

“Move your hand”

“Dreams are all we have now”

"I've been a good girl I promise"

EVERYDAY TAGLIST: @paigereeder @harmshake @empressdede @theninthwonder @jaethaone

@mzv11 @shantinextdoor @sheydnni @xmonetsworld @christinabae

@southerngirl41 @reci1996 @alyyaanna @li-da-savage @kill-the-artistel

@trashbin-nie @adoreesun @shayaaaaaaa @bebesobrielo @bookuce

@rianasixx @kat3457 @queeny23 @cyberdejos2 @justazzi

@jstarr86 @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @vampygomez @msbigredmachine @ashykneee

@callmekayd @yana3sworld @romansthrone @alichesmi @amandairene88

@scarlettnoir01 @bonni-98 @sassginamillls @rebelrel0987 @aikosilo

@vibessonvibes @Magnificentbouquetmusic @tbmotw @nayys-world @partypoison00

[hippolotamus]

Hippo New Year

tldr: what a fucking year. best wishes for 2025 and all that. the end ✨

expanded version:

actually, I'm delighted to report that, personally, this year was pretty uneventful. an absolute blessing compared to last year. although i lowkey adored the mini explosion of pygmy hippos 🦛 fandom on the other hand... hoo boy what a shit show. but that's not telling you anything you don't know. it definitely still had its highlights tho! take a speedrun with me, besties (under the cut because apparently i ramble a lot)

@this-is-bwr had a hell of a year, most notably by starting an original work that is nearly finished its first round. i'm so fucking excited and seriously don't think i could be more proud of you (although you will inevitably prove me wrong by doing some other incredible Thing) 🖤

@stereopticons finished and published an incredible, highly anticipated Schitt's Creek fic that's been in their WIPs for 2 years. Love a good exes-to-lovers with a healthy dose of miscommunication and meddling? go read gather up the avenues. you won't regret it, promise. i love you so much and look forward to our next year together. 🦦❤️🦛

learned i'm tumblr married to a witch (affectionate). when @bidisasterevankinard first brought up the idea of Buck and Tommy getting together, i was... (don't hate me) skeptical. definitely more in the 'ok, sure, we'll see' realm. oops. love you the mostest, babe (please don't divorce me) also, she graduates uni this year and has worked so fucking hard and i could not be more proud 😘💙

additionally, @diazsdimples became my tumblr husband! it has been such a fun year with you, James. From collabs we may or may not ever finish to Alfie and BEST to Ballet AU and Teddie... 2025 is shaping up to be a fucking delight. 💞

@dr-shortsighted-owl... YOU OWLFICIALLY BECAME DR OWL THIS YEAR. WHAT?! I know it's been a Journey™️ for you and it was amazing to see this happen for you. Also, I don't go here but if you're into fic for Jojo's bizarre adventure... she's your owl. 🦉❤️🦛

@eddiebabygirldiaz... jesus, what a year in fic for you (one day i'll catch up, i swear). but i really want to highlight that Ryan is making an original work(!!!) that i am legit frothing over. when it comes out, don't ask me what my plans are... i'll be reading that. so excited, dearest bee 💞🐝

speaking of original works, i'd be remiss if i skipped over @rewritetheending, who released margins earlier this year. I was instantly endeared by Alex & Elijah's story. i'm not exaggerating when i say that i think about 'Tell me about more.' every single day. i don't actually think i could coherently articulate the impact that had on me. it cut deep. well 👏 done 👏 and I can't wait for Adrian & Beau's story

psssst! did you know @spotsandsocks surpassed 1m words on ao3???? And she makes the cutest lil dragons 🥰 Spotty, I am eternally captivated by you 💞🐉

@doctorkinney, yes, Nolan, you are in fact my beloved. always 🪿💞🦛

@slightlyobsessedwitheverything i feel like you're (the most) singlehandedly responsible for helping turn me to the deep dark waters of multi-shipping lol I was already getting there but talking BEST, BuddieTommy, BuddieShannon, BuckShannon, etc has been incredibly cathartic and some of the most fun i've had this year. 💞🐝

also in the multi-shipping lane, huge hat tip to @bucksbignaturals for sucking me into the SalTommy void and deeper into Jeddie. what a ride 😅

@filet-o-feelings first of all, you joined the Dark Side and gave us such a sweet BuckTommy fic. Second, giving you so much love and hugs for all that's happened this past year, and all of the crossing all the things Amazing things yet to come

@daffi-990 gave us some truly remarkable Buddie reads this year, most notably stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong aka rival firefighters. so proud of you for finishing this one. it was an instant bookmark for me and everyone should definitely read it ❤️🚒

@steadfastsaturnsrings you are an eternal ray of positivity and i absolutely adore you for that. i love exchanging EddieShannon HC with you and hearing about your fic ideas. 💞 🪐

gonna give a big shout to @theotherbuckley for your amazing BuckTommy art, gifs, vids (that had me wheezing), fics and tweets (Chris calling oblivious Eddie out will always be gold to me) 💜

i feel like i could go on and on and on about every single one of you. in case you haven't guessed by now, cheerleading/providing yells is kinda my jam. while the beginning of the year (and beginning of April for some reason... idk... strange 😅 ) saw some moots disappear, this year also brought brand new friends that i'm having a blast getting to know. Looking at you @swiftiefirefighters, @mmso-notlikethat, @half-oz-eddie, @peppermintquartz, @inell, @herrmannhalsteadproduction, @lavenderleahy…

and ofc my eternal love and devotion to @elvensorceress 🐥💞🦛 @giddyupbuck @midsummersmorn @lemonzestywrites @bi-buckrights @beyourownanchor6 @bucksbiawakening @monsterrae1 @your-catfish-friend (positively feral over what's coming in the pipeline from you) @actuallyitsellie @statueinthestone @thelikesofus @wildlife4life LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @djdangerlove @wikiangela @thekristen999 @diazheartsbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @tizniz @kitteneddiediaz @a-noble-dragon @freewayshark @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @imtheiliad @singlethread and many more i couldn't fit here 🫶 😘

[multi-fandomdisaster]

Happy new year, everyone! As a gift to start up 2025, I give you all something I promised you all a good while ago!!!

✨BEHOLD✨, my favorite (alive) Ted details from TGWDLM (acquired during a soundless/no-audio rewatch I did of the musical to study his body language) (except as I go on, it gets more and more uncoordinated and chaotic):

(Heads up: this is gonna be really long, and as such, I'm gonna put the list under a cut as to not take up as much space. We're covering EVERY scene he's in [alive] within an ENTIRE musical. Buckle up, fellas!)

His shoulder shimmies during and after he says the "cute little barista" line

Honestly during that whole segment, the stark difference between Paul's near-complete lack of motion while Ted never STOPS moving

Actually, I don't think there's a moment in the whole musical where he's completely still and I love that

Also Ted seems so happy to be there talking to Paul lol

His little tippy taps on his mug while Bill speaks

He looks over to see the pot of coffee in Charlotte's hands when Bill makes the "coffee in the sugar joke"

His little lip twitch after the "I heard, I wasn't there" line

His facial expressions in the back while Charlotte's talking about Sam singing that morning

How fluffy his hair is during the alley scene in comparison to how it was slicked back the last time we saw him

"Paul," *tap tap* "get in a trash can!"

His apologetic grin to Emma after Paul says "Latte Hottay" and the way it IMMEDIATELY falls as soon as he looks back at Paul

BONUS: the way Paul flinches when Ted touches his shoulder

"My ID's in my back pocket-"

His incredibly confused expression when the cop grabs his arm and starts fake-driving with it

The "look at this guy" point at the dancing cop during the bridge of Show Me Your Hands

The way he starts vibing to the song during the bridge of Show Me Your Hands (this will return)

The way he plugs his ears as soon as the one cop starts imitating a siren (Bill and Emma also do this)

The double take he does when Sam pulls a gun on Charlotte

He uses the trash can lid as a shield

His visual "you're going great" as Emma's talking about Hidgens

The confidence and the smile as he says "A king"

He puts a hand through his hair as he looks down at Sam

He's very touchy with all of his friends. First the shoulder pats with Paul (which Paul seemed very uncomfortable with), and now the shoulder hold and back pats with Charlotte

He slightly extends his pinky when pointing

He often stands with his hands in his pockets and gently sways, shifting his weight thoughtlessly back and forth from one foot to the other. Bro literally CANNOT stand still

Okay, scratch the slightly extending his pinky. Bro just full-on points like this ->🤘sometimes (except with his left hand. Is Joey Richter a lefty? I ask because Ted primarily gestures with his left hand)

The little flourish (and/or fumble) with the handcuff keys as he puts them in his pocket

He rubs his hands together and cracks his knuckles as Hidgens is talking about the blue shit

His crossed arms and general bored body language as Alexa dims the lights

As soon as everyone else leaves, his body language immediately opens a little bit as he (and this is truly the only way I can describe this) swaggers over to Charlotte and IMMEDIATELY touches her shoulders, rubbing them soothingly before full-on holding her to him. Touch is this man's love language, platonic or otherwise, and nobody can convince me otherwise

I love the way he looks at Charlotte. You can tell he genuinely cares about what she me saying, and he looks confused and maybe a little hurt when she pushes him away. You can also see the exact moment the confusion weans as he determines the next words he's going to say.

HE DOES STOP MOVING AT ONE POINT! TO LISTEN TO CHARLOTTE!!! HE STOPS ALL MOTION TO FOCUS ON WHAT SHE'S SAYING!

His smirk on "always will be"

Okay, but like- Charlotte moves so much in this scene in comparison to Ted. Her shoulders, her face, her head; my girl's practically squirming the whole time. And I know it's mostly to drive in the joke with dramatized...flirting? I think? General horniness? Is that what's happening here? (I'm aroace; I don't pick up on/understand this kind of stuff lmao), but it's still a bit jarring to see a character deliberately moving their body so much that it makes Ted look practically still in comparison lmao

He doesn't look genuinely mad during the "I'm not your therapist!" line. He looks mildly annoyed if anything. Maybe a bit frustrated?

I genuinely feel like Ted doesn't like Sam. The two have technically never been seen interacting before, and yet the way Ted points at and states his opinions of Sam is done with so much...idk, "rigid matter-of-fact"-ness. He just...flat out does not like the guy

I have SO MANY EMOTIONS about the "This guy is a scumbag. You could upgrade to a sleazeball" line-

There's a lot of emotion in his arm gestures when he says that Sam's a scumbag. To me, it again looks like he genuinely doesn't like Sam, and he's trying to convince Charlotte that he's bad.

Then he calls himself a sleazeball, and he states it like it's a fact. It hurts even more to me how there's a slight smirk on his face when he says "you could upgrade" and then his face goes completely serious when he finishes the sentence with "to a sleazeball" and points to himself.

He doesn't look proud. He looks resigned to the title

And then he HOLDS THAT POSE, his hands/arms bouncing a little to drive in the point

I feel from that through the "but you refuse to be happy" line, we see a little bit of the caring inner side of Ted before he re-defaults back to his usual more asshole persona

UGHHH I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH-

"I'm gonna go hit on that crabby barista" ✌️

Off topic, but we need a left hand emoji equivalent for every hand gesture emoji in my opinion lol

Ted is MANSPLITTING in that chair. His posture is so bad (and looks so comfy lol)

And also he's fidgeting with the bottle, looking relatively spaced out until he looks at Bill speak

Ted is 100% at his most asshole when he's drunk

Why does bro look like he has a headache at the beginning of this scene?

This goes for the whole show, but my man SERIOUSLY talks with his hands

Is that a bottle of Jack Daniel's? I feel like I should have noticed this earlier, but I never bothered to look lmao

He taps on the bottle every once in a while

"Oh" *nods with unimpressed frown* "My head" *nods with unimpressed frown*

He also stops moving between reactions. Like he's processing the stupidity of the threat in real time lmao

And then he stands up and sets the bottle down so he can go right back to his usual dramatic full-body movements as he makes fun of Bill

Okay, but it looks like he's genuinely having a lot of fun as he's making fun of Bill, and then gets pissed off again once he remembers he's supposed to be pissed off lol

I feel like there's not many details I can go into with this scene that people haven't already picked up on just by watching because Ted's a focal point in the scene

"That's what sense Bill taught me" *bows with the bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hands*

Wait, when did he pick the bottle back up? Is this a case of the "they put multiple shows together for the YouTube video?" Probably. Alternatively, Ted can canonically summon bottles of booze whenever he wants /silly

Bro is SO ANIMATED. He will NOT let this joke die on his watch lmao

I'm sorry, but his reaction to the light smack on the back of his hand gets me every time. Why don't we talk about this more often???

He looks SO OFFENDED (and a bit confused) when Paul takes the bottle away from him

The force in that "WHATEVER!" I stg I could feel that through the screen lol

Apparently he could feel the force of that "WHATEVER!" too because it lowkey looks like he's catching his breath after he says it

Man, I wish we could see Ted during the whole conversation between Paul and Emma. I wanna know what he's doing. I wanna know if he's listening along, or if he's spaced out and doesn't give a shit

UGHHHH I WISH THIS WAS AN AUDIO WATCH BC THE WAY TED SAYS CHARLOTTE'S NAME WHEN HE SEES HER BEFORE JOIN US (AND DIE) HURTS ME IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLEEEEE

*sigh* I'm gonna need to do another watch through at some point that's just me listening for his dialogue during songs, aren't I?

Also I wanna listen to Jamie sing because GIRL CAN SINGGGG

Bro's just standing there watching Charlotte and Sam approach like🧍‍♂️, except slightly crouched, like he's ready to run, but he has no idea what the hell is going on

From a different angle, it looks like he moves to the dino pose™️

HE RUNS A HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR AGAIN!!! I am FULLY convinced he does that when he's nervous now lol

He readjusts his shirt and fidgets with his hands as he tries to think of what to do, and then he goes to approach Charlotte. Then they hit the chorus and he stops. Or rather, it looks like Bill held him back

He does a double take of Charlotte at the chorus

WHEN DID HE PICK UP THE BOTTLE AGAIN??? (Ted's booze summoning powers strike AGAIN!)

Bro is so frazzled by Charlotte walking toward him with her arms extended that he does ANOTHER double take

TED STOP PICKING UP THE BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL, IT'S NOT GOING TO HELP YOU-

HIM SETTING THE BOTTLE DOWN AGAIN AND PICKING UP THE CHAIR-

Did...did Ted try to use Bill as a human shield? You had a chair! Why did you put the chair down???

Legit though, he is cowering behind Bill lol

Sam and Charlotte are NOT letting Ted have a good day lmao

The way he looks around confusedly during "ride it" like "what the hell are these guys doing to me???"

DID HE CRAWL TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STAGE AFTER HIDGENS SHOT SAM???

At this point in the show, Ted's the only one in the main group who isn't wearing primarily white. I just thought that was interesting

Ted is STILL on his hands and knees with his jaw hanging open right up until the "musical doppelgänger" line

I love how he looks at Paul for help when Hidgens makes them sing Moana, like Paul of all people would know the words. I love even more that Paul is the ONLY ONE who knows the words

Ted's just trying to follow Paul's lead lol

Also BONUS: Paul tells TED that he didn't like that movie lol

The look of pure annoyance he gives to Bill as he sings a completely different song

The way he meanders around the back of the stage, looking down at (presumably) Charlotte

THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME HE'S GRABBED THAT BOTTLE OF JACK DANIEL'S (including him starting the scene with it)

He looks so done with everything when he's talking to Bill about him getting his daughter. He looks so exhausted. So...emotionally drained and angry and, dare I say, grieving

I think the bottle switches hands between shots

YES! WE FINALLY SEE HIM DRINKING FROM IT! I don't know why I'm excited about that lol

He momentarily stops moving to process before "Oh, I'm a fucking creep?"

The way his eyes widen during "...people who are FUCKING DEAD!"

He also stops moving while waiting for & listening to Paul's response

There's so much emotion from him during this scene, but I can't think of the words to describe it

He's just so...frustrated and sad :(

He keeps sitting back down in the same chair whenever nobody's speaking to him

AND HE TAKES ANOTHER DRINK!

YES!!! SHOW STOPPIN' NUMBER!!! I LOVE HIS VIBES IN THIS SCENE!!!

I love how he's effectively asleep on top of Emma

HIS DOUBLE-CHIN I CAN'T-

"What? Wha...? What...? The fuck...?"

The way he's facing the complete opposite direction from Hidgens and has no idea what's going on lmao

His slow tired processing about how the heck he can turn/lean around to see

He like- looks around, then tries to look over his right shoulder, then looks around again, rinse and repeat

'What's going on over there?' *scoot scoot*

His expressions range from "what tf is this guy on about?" to "this guys a fucking dumbass"

He's taking in everything occasionally nodding along

Man, I wish I had the dialogue in this scene memorized like to do for basically the rest of the show. It would make analysis of the scene a bit easier lol

The way it looks like it takes Hidgens chucking his Alexa across the room for Ted to realize he's in danger

*GASP* The first time we see Ted visibly uncomfortable with someone touching him!!! Like- a full on flinch and cringe reaction! Now, the real question is if it's because he didn't know Hidgens was gonna put his hand on his shoulder, because Hidgens is actively insane, or because he doesn't overall know Hidgens? Maybe a mixture?

He's breathing SO HEAVILY after Hidgens lets go and walks away. He was NOT okay with that touch

His slack-jawed expression when Hidgens reveals the keyboard. He's so shocked he stops moving again beyond blinking lol

"Don't you fucking do it!" *scoot scoot* "DON'T YOU FUCKING DO IT!"

He looks almost jittery at the beginning of Show Stoppin' Number. He's full-on looking around for an exit

He also leans away when Hidgens walks toward them

HOLD ON, DOES HE LOOK HIDGENS UP AND DOWN WHEN HE TAKES OFF THE JACKET??? I THINK HE DOES A DOUBLE TAKE, BUT I'M PRETTY SURE HE ALSO QUICKLY DOES A FULL-BODY SCAN OF HIDGENS AND THAT'S SO FUNNY TO ME-

He's OFFICIALLY VIBING TO THE SONG!!! And all Hidgens had to do was take off his jacket lmao

*scoot scoot* "Fuckin' go for it!" *bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce*

He is FULLY invested

AND NOW HE'S COMFORTABLE WITH HIDGENS TOUCHING HIS SHOULDER!

He is SO EXCITED about Workin' Boys! The Ted vibes are unmatched in this scene

And his investment during the phone call??? Hello???

"...and Chad..."

And then he's RIGHT back to the vibes lmao

As soon as the Workin' Boys come in, the vibes cease IMMEDIATELY and he's back to being terrified for his life

His very fast head shake

The gag where he starts praying to be saved and then Paul shows up will never not be funny to me

"I'LL GET THE PIANO!"

And mark another one down for him touching Paul's shoulder

And now he's also grabbing Emma's shoulder. And Paul's again.

Both of them are SO uncomfortable with him holding their hands. Emma gets OUT of that SO FAST when he lets go and both her and Paul's body languages are so tense. He notably DOESN'T try to slip out of his grip like Emma does though. He's just so used to it at this point lol

Another Paul shoulder touch. I should have made a counter for this.

I NEVER NOTICED TED FLAT OUT SNATCHES THE GUN FROM PAUL WHEN JEFF'S WORKIN BOY APPEARS THAT IS SO FUNNY-

AND THEN HE JUST DIPS

I LOVE TED

And another nervous hand through the hair!

Teddy...no...those soldiers aren't gonna help you...

Ted please stop waving that firearm around so recklessly, you're gonna hurt someone

He's so excited to see the military that he literally jumps for joy

The way his motion stops so suddenly when he gets shot. And the confusion in his eyes

Orgh the way he tries to resist-

His little head shake no, the way he tries to hold MacNamara's hand back with his free hand, and then when that doesn't work, with the gun hand, the way his eyes are wide with fear...until they're not

The shift from regular Ted to infected Ted is so jarring, especially after hyper-analyzing his body language and all of his small little character motions for so long. He's so blank. His gaze is suddenly so serious and empty. He's dead. In a singular swift motion, they've taken this lively, constantly in motion, utter mess of a man and turned him into another mindless slave. You can pinpoint the exact moment Ted is gone and the Hive has replaced him. It's terrifying. It's heartbreaking. I love it.

And LUCKILY FOR ME THAT MEANS MY OBSERVATION LIST OF ALIVE TED IS OVER!!! FINALLY!!! I'M FREE!!! /silly

I hope you've all enjoyed my insane ramblings about one Theodore Spankoffski! If y'all would like me to turn this into an actually coherent rant (or perhaps would want me to do this with another character, although note that would likely take me a good while just like this one did lol), let me know! The time it took aside, this was actually SUPER fun to do, and it's given me a new perspective and appreciation for the character! Hope y'all have a wonderful day/night/year!!!

[omar-bb]

notes & quotes from omar's live today

he wanted to release Red Light sooner but he and his team wanted to get it right

he's excited to headline at Gröna Lund - gonna be playing a new song there and at his other shows this summer!

"one of my favorite songs. i'm telling you, you will fucking choke when you hear that one. it's dark, it's dirty, it's groovy..."

"should I leak some of it? it would be fun for you to be able to sing along..."

"i hope it's fine by my team that I just leaked that"

"maybe it'll be the next single after Red Light. only maybe. I'm not promising anything"

someone asked about an Asia tour - "I cannot be live bc I'm gonna leak a lot of shit. But you wanna know something funny? This song .... it is actually a k-pop pitch song from start. it was made with k-pop in mind. it is not fully k-pop and now that i've been doing my touch on it, it is a little less k-pop but.. they actually wrote the song k-pop in mind."

teased doing a tour in the future

another "leak" - "I was actually meant to go to korea like right now or a month ago, like after the oscars ... i was supposed to go to korea. but it never happened. i was very sad. but maybe one day.

he had a scared moment where music started playing in the other room and he thought it was an unreleased song but it was just his alejandro tiktok lol

inspo for red light? "I didn't write the song ... it was a demo that got sent to me. at first ... it was a girl singing red light, and when i heard it the first time i was like yo this sounds like fucking rihanna ... i was like is this a long lost rihanna song? this is the greatest thing i've ever heard. and then i just fucking took it. i was like this is my song before rihanna takes it from me. and now it's my song."

Red Light music video when? "we shot a visualizer, so it's not a music video ... it's very beautiful. very stunning. i've never done anything like that. ... it's not a real music video. it's more visuals for the song."

will be doing red light on 25 may and also a new song

"you'll hear a whole new omar when you hear that song"

he has been replying to messages in his community on whatsapp and sms. they'll be leaking more stuff through there

new OMR Beauty product when? "....................... stay tuned"

"you will die when you see the next launch of OMR Beauty. that's all I'm saying. Next!!!"

will he start a fashion brand? "i don't really have the time for that unfortunately. ... not for now"

thinks he is not gonna bleach his hair

Someone asked red light spanish version when? and he sang a bit of it in spanish

omar backflip when? "when i'm in heaven"

is he going to act again?"i'm actually reading some scripts right now. just reading, it's not anything happening really yet, just testing the waters. we'll see, i would love to act. i actually miss acting, it was a fun time ... nothing will ever be like YR obviously, but just the thought of meeting new ppl, new friends, being together for a few weeks or a few months, and filming smth very special, that would be so much fun. ... i'm actually reading a really cool script right now" but more focusing on music right now

he has 40-50 new songs from the last year apparently??? Maybe i misunderstood this

album when? "don't know, we'll see" - he has a lot of songs and could drop an album but he wants it to be perfect so it'll be awhile

there will be red light merch this summer

he and edvin hang out sometimes

not doing Rix FM this year

there will not be 12 red light remixes lol "but maybe a few"

Eurovision 2025? "absolutely not. sorry not sorry." something about always being thrown out of the competition

he's stopped drinking coffee regularly and drinks matcha instead

someone suggested hoemars as the fandom name and he laughed lol

a lot is happening in May he says !! "y'all better eat good, sleep well" lolol

he said he might do another live next week once Red Light is out

[vellichorom]

you know what it is,

oh my GOD it's 2025 at last. holy shit, i think i'd be lying if i didn't say that i'm a little fearful for what's to come in the nearing future, what with the state of the world currently & all the wild turns it seems to be taking, & i'm sure you feel the same.

but take as much comfort as you can in knowing you're NOT alone. we're all in this together, we know how it is, we'll get through. remember to be kind to one another, & tell those you care about that you love them, even if you think they know it or otherwise, just be sure to remind them & let them know. do what you can & take it all one day at a time, it's all anyone could ask for.

god help those in times of crisis right now, & many prayers to those suffering in palestine. please everyone, keep fighting.

oh right this is an art post as well as the annual toast, UM PROPS TO ME for making my first, fully-formatted comic - which you'll be able to find below, & taking steps into character design diversity & recognizing color patterns & making them ACTUALLY look GOOD? MAYBE? ( with MUCH help from my beloved inspiration & sibling @velsebwifey of whom i love with all of my heart, ) & ANIMATION AS WELL! the narrator parade collab nearly fucking put me into an arrest BUT I DID IT! & learned quite a lot! last year's resolution was to " try new things, " & i think i did INDEED live up to it, especially when it came to my art! so once MORE! may i be so lucky as to learn a couple new things in the realm of creativity this year as well!

thank you all for another wonderful year, for EVERY bit of support & attention, for ALL your interest, for those of you who've made fanart ( that i promise i'm still reblogging ) or paid me for a commission / doodle, or even just asked me a question or enjoyed what i had to make or say! & THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS & ALL THOSE I'VE GOTTEN IN TOUCH WITH / MET THIS YEAR! sweet blessings & well wishes to each & every one of you!

let's go forth & SPITEFULLY have a grand ( or at least tolerable ) year to come! & live dammit, live!

( template credit to @/moa180! )

2024: JAN / FEB / MAR / APR / MAY / JUN / JUL / AUG / SEP / OCT / NOV / DEC.

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Fanfic End of Year Roundup 2024

It's that time again! Fun to look back at what I did.

Published words: 340,437. Last year was 363,588 so I'm remarkably consistent. Weird when you think that's like 1,000 words a day because in reality it's nothing... nothing... nothing... oh god you're trapped on these planes for 48 hours straight let's write to avoid insanity

Longest and most popular fic: Smoke, my Equalist!Asami AU (Iroh II/Asami Sato, 115,620 words, complete)

Shortest fic: Moonlight, for a 100-word smut fic challenge (Iroh II/Asami Sato, 100 words, complete)

First (complete) fic of the year: And Sweetness Follows, or Lin, Tenzin, Asami, and Iroh regroup after the Equalist invasion (Linzin angst, Irosami)

Last (complete) fic of the year: Unwrapped, some lighthearted holiday smut that came with artwork (Iroh II/Asami Sato)

Fluffiest fic: Love and Squid Shrimps, a hibachi grill modern AU (Iroh II/Asami Sato)

Steamiest fic: Probably Leave It On, which basically sex dungeon Amorra (Korra/Amon). Warning, it's more angst than sex.

Angstiest fic: Not really a fic, but I did a daily Whumptober challenge and compiled all the entries into Bad Things Happen to Good People. Nearly everyone in LOK gets it. The angstiest single fic though is probably He Loves Me Not, which is an AU of @kuro-cache's fantastic fic No Strings Attached which looks at Asami and Iroh's angsty roommates-with-benefits arrangement from Asami's perspective.

Saddest fic: A Matter of Conscience, which explores the relationship that might have been between Piandao and Yon Rha (Piandao/Yon Rha).

Strangest fic: I'm disappointed in myself that I didn't write anything super weird this year. For this one I'm gonna go with Or Die just because the premise is kinda out there. A Kuvira wins AU where the remaining RC triad bosses try to murder her. (Viper/Jargala Omo). I promise to write something batshit in 2025.

Fic you probably didn't read but should: 2024 was a great year for quiet little fics few people read. They're not fluff, they're not angst, they're not epics or anything grand. It's hard to categorize them. Not quite character studies but almost? Two I really liked are Decommissioning and After All These Years, which explore Iroh's deep friendships with Bumi II and Korra, respectively. I'd also put in a good word for Corporal Howl's Last Stand which takes a long-forgotten ship and tries to pose, what if they found each other again? (Korra/Howl)

Fic I'm the proudest of for no particular reason: I really love The Draw of the Ocean for the worldbuilding. I had so much fun imagining a stubborn and rebellious teenage Iroh II out to prove everyone wrong and getting the absolute shit kicked out of him in every possible way. Poor kid. Maybe you shouldn't have signed on with a pirate ship.

What's your AO3 Wrapped?

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Sacrifices/BTR Book 2: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 2: this is the shit we have to get away from..

January 6th, 2025 2:21 PM

After what felt like an eternity, the veterinarian finally emerged from the back room, a serious expression on her face. Rhea’s heart raced as she and Jey stood up, anxious for news about Barry.

“Is he okay?” Rhea asked, her voice trembling.

The vet took a deep breath, clearly weighing her words. “I’m afraid Barry has ingested chocolate. Depending on the amount and type, it can be very dangerous for dogs.”

Rhea’s heart sank. “What do you mean? Is he going to be alright?”

The veterinarian nodded but continued, “It depends on how quickly we acted. Chocolate contains theobromine, which can be toxic to dogs. It affects their central nervous system and can cause increased heart rate, tremors, and in severe cases, seizures or even death.”

Rhea felt her stomach drop. “What did you do for him?”

“We induced vomiting as soon as he arrived. We then administered activated charcoal to prevent further absorption of the chocolate into his system. Barry is stable now, but we need to keep him here for observation for the next day to monitor his heart rate and any potential complications,” the vet explained, her tone professional yet compassionate.

“Will he be okay?” Jey asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Yes, as long as we caught it early enough, he should recover. However, chocolate can remain in a dog’s system for several hours, and we want to be sure there are no lasting effects,” the vet reassured them.

Rhea let out a shaky breath, relief washing over her but still mingled with anxiety. “Can we see him?”

“Of course,” the vet replied. “Just keep in mind that he might be a little groggy from the medications we gave him. Follow me.”

As they walked down the hallway, Rhea squeezed Jey’s hand tightly. They entered a small room where Barry lay on a padded bed, looking a bit dazed but alive. Rhea rushed to his side, kneeling beside him. “Hey, buddy,” she whispered, her heart aching at the sight of him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Barry lifted his head slightly, his big brown eyes finding Rhea’s. He whimpered softly, and she gently stroked his fur, feeling the warmth of his body beneath her hand.

“He’s a tough little guy,” Jey said, crouching down next to Rhea. “You scared us, buddy.”

The vet smiled softly, observing their bond with Barry. “He’s in good hands with you two. We’ll keep monitoring him, and I’ll check in periodically to give you updates.”

“Thank you so much,” Rhea said, her voice filled with gratitude. “We appreciate everything you’ve done.”

As they sat beside Barry, Rhea couldn’t help but think how close she had come to losing him. “I promise I’ll be more careful,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. “You’re my baby, Barry.”

Jey wrapped an arm around Rhea, pulling her close as they watched Barry settle back into a peaceful sleep, relief slowly washing over them. For now, their family was intact, and that was all that mattered.

—

The drive home felt heavier than usual, the weight of the day pressing down on both Rhea and Jey. As they pulled into the driveway, Rhea couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. “Do you think it was the person who messed up my Jeep?” she asked quietly, her voice laced with concern.

Jey shook his head, trying to remain optimistic despite the uncertainty. “I don’t know, babe. But I’m just glad we’re moving out of Pensacola. It’s time for a fresh start.”

Rhea nodded in agreement, grateful for Jey’s unwavering support. As they approached their home, she felt the familiar comfort of their space beckoning her. She walked in first, her heart heavy, and headed straight to the bedroom, needing a moment to collect herself.

Jey stood at the door for a moment, feeling a pang of sorrow as he saw Rhea so visibly hurt. It pained him to know that she was going through so much. After locking the door behind him, he followed her into the room. Rhea was curled up on their bed, a pillow clutched tightly to her chest, her back turned away from him. Bella, Luna, and Storm watched from a distance, their eyes filled with worry for their owner.

Jey closed the door softly and climbed into bed beside her. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, trying to reassure her. Rhea turned to him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“I just want everything to stop,” she admitted, her voice breaking.

Jey sighed deeply, wishing he could take away her pain. “I want that too,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her.

Rhea nestled into him, her tears spilling onto his shirt as she cried. “I’m just so tired of some people ruining my happiness,” she confessed, her voice muffled against him.

“Stay strong, baby,” Jey whispered, his heart aching for her. “We’ll get through this together. You’re not alone. I’m right here with you.”

As Rhea cried, Jey held her tightly, wishing he could shield her from all the hurt and negativity that surrounded them. In that moment, all he wanted was to create a safe space for her, to remind her that love and support were always within reach. He stroked her hair gently, whispering words of comfort, hoping to ease the turmoil in her heart.

The room was quiet except for Rhea’s soft cries and the gentle rustle of the dogs settling around them. Jey felt a sense of determination wash over him; he would do everything in his power to protect Rhea and their growing family. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

—

Jey slipped from Rhea’s grasp as she cried herself to sleep, his heart aching for her. He knew he had to take action to protect her and their family. After quietly locking the bedroom door behind him, he grabbed his keys and made his way to the garage. Climbing into his Mercedes, he typed in the nearest firearm store, Jim’s Firearms, and hit search.

As he approached the store, the cashier perked up at the sight of none other than Main Event Jey Uso walking through the door. “Hey, man! What brings you in?” the cashier greeted, clearly excited to see the wrestling star.

Jey nodded, keeping his demeanor serious. “I want to start the process to own and carry a firearm in Florida,” he stated, his voice steady.

The cashier’s expression shifted from excitement to professionalism as he began walking Jey through the necessary steps. “You’ll need to fill out some paperwork, undergo a background check, and complete a safety course. It usually takes about two to four weeks to get your permit, depending on the volume of applications.”

Jey felt a sense of relief wash over him. He appreciated the clarity and straightforwardness of the process. “What about Connecticut?” he asked, curious about the laws in his new home state.

The cashier explained Connecticut’s regulations, detailing the stricter measures in place for gun ownership, including the necessity for a permit to carry. “You’ll need to submit an application for a pistol permit and provide a good reason for wanting to carry a firearm, which might include self-defense.”

Jey’s brow furrowed as he considered the implications. “Since I’m moving, how can I start Connecticut’s process?”

The cashier nodded, understanding the situation. “You can initiate the application from Florida. I’d recommend contacting the local police department in Connecticut where you’ll be living. They can provide you with the necessary forms and requirements. Just keep in mind, you’ll need to provide proof of residency once you move.”

Jey took a deep breath, appreciating the guidance. “Thanks, man. I really want to make sure my family is safe.”

“No problem at all, Jey. Just take your time with the process. It’s important to be informed and prepared.”

With a firm handshake and a few more details exchanged, Jey left the store feeling more empowered. He was determined to do whatever it took to protect Rhea and their future. As he drove home, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He would ensure that no one would threaten their happiness again. Once back at the house, he quietly entered and checked on Rhea, finding her still peacefully asleep, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from her shoulders.

—

Jey leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Rhea’s forehead to wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile spread across her face as she saw him. “Where’d you go?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

Jey gave her a reassuring smile. “Just had to get some things taken care of,” he said, keeping his tone light and gentle.

Rhea’s smile faded, her face turning somber as she remembered Barry. “I miss him already,” she whispered, her voice laced with sadness.

Jey ran his fingers through her hair, softly rubbing her temple. “He’ll be back tomorrow, baby,” he assured her, his voice filled with warmth and comfort. “They’re just keeping him for observation to make sure he’s okay.”

Rhea nodded, her eyes glistening as she held onto Jey’s comforting presence. He leaned down, planting a tender kiss on her forehead, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.

“Try not to stress too much,” Jey whispered, his thumb brushing softly against her cheek. “Barry’s a tough little guy, just like his mom.” He gave her a small, reassuring smile, hoping to lift her spirits.

Rhea let out a small laugh, nodding as she let herself relax back into the pillows. Jey stayed by her side, his hand resting on her shoulder, offering silent support. They sat together in the quiet, both taking a moment to breathe and find peace in each other’s presence.

Rhea broke the silence, her voice soft but with a hint of playful demand. “Can you cook? I don’t feel like cooking.”

Jey nodded immediately. “Anything you want, baby.”

She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “I want some fried Cajun chicken bites, with macaroni and cheese… and fried pickles,” she said, her smile growing.

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, looks like we’re making a trip to Kroger, then,” he said with a grin.

Rhea’s eyes brightened, and she managed a small, genuine smile. “And then we could do a Fast and Furious movie marathon?”

Jey grinned, nodding. “Why not? Let’s make a night of it.”

Rhea got up slowly, pulling on her oversized hoodie for warmth. Jey reached out, taking her hand as they headed downstairs together, both of them ready to turn the night around and make the most of it.

As they left the house, Rhea felt a bit of the weight lift, her spirits raised just by Jey’s presence and the promise of a cozy night in with good food and a beloved movie series. They climbed into Jey’s Mercedes and made their way to Kroger, ready to stock up for their little feast.

The day felt lighter as they wandered the aisles together, gathering ingredients and sharing laughs over Jey’s jokes and Rhea’s commentary on the best Fast and Furious scenes. They were just two people in love, enjoying each other’s company, and finding joy in the simple things.

—

April 15, 2025 11:37 AM

“So, we have Stratton cash in on Morgan, and she becomes the new champion after Morgan retains her title from Bayley,” Rhea announced confidently to the group of writers gathered around the table.

Bruce leaned back, nodding thoughtfully. “And the finisher?”

Rhea grinned. “The Prettiest Moonsault Ever.”

The room murmured in agreement, and the plan was set. Just as Rhea turned to write something on the board, a sudden, intense kick hit her belly, causing her to gasp softly. She placed a hand on her stomach to steady herself.

“Sorry, guys. Baby is already practicing his superkicks,” she joked, eliciting laughter from the room.

At that moment, an assistant poked their head through the door. “Excuse me, Rhea. Hunter wants to see you in his office.”

Bruce nodded, signaling Rhea to go, and took over the meeting. Rhea gathered her things and made her way down the hall, feeling a bit of curiosity mix with excitement. She knocked on the door and heard a familiar voice call, “Come in.”

Rhea entered and saw Hunter sitting behind his desk, typing away on his laptop. As soon as he noticed her, he stood up and walked over with a big smile.

“My Eradicator!” he greeted, using her old nickname.

She chuckled. “You wanted to see me?”

Hunter motioned for her to sit down. “First off, how’s the baby boy?”

Rhea placed a hand on her belly. “He’s kicking up a storm, and he’s already two pounds—about a pound more than what he’s supposed to be, but he’s healthy.”

Hunter grinned. “That’s what I like to hear. Did you get my baby shower gift? Stephanie should have dropped it off.”

Rhea smiled, nodding. “Yes, Jaciyah got it and set it up in the nursery. The black mini dresser is perfect.”

Hunter leaned back, his expression turning more serious. “I made a quick stop here in Stamford because I wanted to inform you of something important.”

Rhea’s curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

Hunter took a deep breath. “I’d like to invite you to be inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame.”

For a moment, Rhea was speechless, her heart racing. The Hall of Fame? She felt her emotions well up, barely able to contain her excitement. Hunter stood and opened his arms, pulling her into a warm hug.

“This is incredible,” she managed to say, her voice choked with emotion.

“You’ve earned it, Rhea. And you’ll be the last inductee,” Hunter added with a proud smile. “Who would you like to have induct you?”

Rhea thought for a moment, a soft smile forming on her lips. “Jey and Damian.”

Hunter nodded approvingly. “We’ll make it happen. I’ll see you in Vegas on Friday for the Hall of Fame and WrestleMania.”

Rhea left his office, her mind racing as she made her way back down the hallway.

As Rhea returned to her office, her hands shook with excitement, a rare giddiness surging through her veins. She sank into her chair, clutching her phone, and dialed Jey’s number with an urgency she hadn’t felt in a long time. It rang only twice before he picked up.

“Hey, baby,” Jey’s familiar voice brought an instant comfort, and yet her heart raced even faster.

“Jey,” she said, her voice cracking with barely-contained emotion. “I… I have the most amazing news.”

The seriousness in her tone immediately captured his attention. “What is it, babe? What happened?”

Rhea took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Hunter just told me… I’m being inducted into the Hall of Fame this Friday. I’m… I’m going to be in the Hall of Fame, Jey.”

There was a beat of silence as Jey absorbed her words, and then his voice came through, choked with pride. “Oh my god… baby. Are you… are you serious?”

Tears brimmed in her eyes. “Yes. He just asked me. I still… I can’t believe it. I never thought…”

Jey’s voice cracked, and she could feel his overwhelming emotion through the line. “Rhea, you… You’ve worked so damn hard. No one deserves this more than you. I… I can’t even tell you how proud I am.”

Rhea wiped at her eyes, laughing through her tears. “And… I asked him if you and Damian could induct me. I wanted you there with me, by my side.”

There was a brief silence, and then Jey’s voice came through, softer but filled with emotion. “Babe, I… I don’t even know what to say. I’d be honored, truly. Damian will be, too. You’re… You’re making history. I’m so damn lucky to be a part of it.”

She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their son, as if he knew something special was happening. “I just… I can’t believe it. Everything we’ve fought for, the nights where it felt like we’d never get here… This moment, it’s everything. It’s all I ever wanted.”

“You’ve given everything, Rhea,” he murmured, his voice thick. “And you’re still giving, every day, even with our little man kicking you non-stop. I’m in awe of you. And you’re not just doing this for yourself—you’re paving the way for so many others. This is bigger than all of us.”

Hearing the reverence in his voice, her heart swelled. “You don’t know how much that means to me, Jey. I had to tell you first… I couldn’t keep this from you. You’re my everything.”

“Baby… I wish I was there to hold you right now,” he whispered, and she could hear the emotion, raw and unfiltered, in his voice. “I am so, so proud of you. This is your legacy… our legacy. And our son… he’s gonna grow up knowing how incredible his mom is.”

She laughed, her voice breaking with joy. “I hope he kicks up a storm in the crowd on Friday. Maybe he’ll even recognize his mom’s voice up there.”

Jey let out a soft chuckle, but she could hear the tearful pride underneath. “He’ll be cheering for you in his own little way, just like I will. And when you stand on that stage, taking your place where you belong… I’ll be right there, holding your hand, showing the world how much you mean to me.”

They lingered in silence for a moment, letting the weight of it all settle, the depth of what this meant. “I love you, Jey,” she whispered, her voice full of gratitude, love, and something deeper—an unbreakable bond that transcended everything.

“I love you, Rhea. And this Friday, I’ll be there, every step of the way. This is your moment. You’ve earned it,” he replied, his voice laced with pride and devotion.

As they hung up, Rhea sat there, feeling the magnitude of everything they’d built together. This was more than a dream realized—it was a life they had crafted, full of love, resilience, and unbreakable strength. And this Friday, they would celebrate it all, together.

Rhea paged her assistant, her heart still racing from the news she had just received. “Can you help me find some dresses?” she asked when her assistant answered. “I need one for the Hall of Fame ceremony and something special for going out that night.”

“Of course! I’ll start looking right away,” her assistant replied with enthusiasm. As the line clicked off, Rhea leaned back in her chair, her gaze wandering to the wall adorned with framed memories of her time in WWE. Each photo represented a different chapter, a unique era that shaped her journey: the fierce debut, championship wins, and unforgettable rivalries.

She felt an overwhelming surge of emotion welling up inside her—a mix of pride, nostalgia, and the weight of everything she had sacrificed to reach this moment. She longed to cry, to release all the pent-up emotions swirling within her, but the tears had dried up, leaving her feeling both relieved and empty.

As she stared at the wall, she placed a hand on her belly, feeling a familiar flutter. Just then, a small kick reverberated against her palm, and her heart melted. “Hey there, little one,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with warmth. “You’re going to be a part of something incredible soon.”

In that moment, the weight of her achievements and the love she felt for her unborn son converged, reminding her why she fought so hard—to create a legacy not just for herself, but for him. The journey ahead might be daunting, but knowing he was with her made everything worthwhile.

Rhea closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the moment wash over her. She envisioned the Hall of Fame ceremony—the lights, the applause, and the feeling of finally being recognized for her hard work.

With a deep breath, Rhea opened her eyes and refocused on the task at hand. As her assistant was busy finding the perfect dresses, Rhea continued to allow herself a moment of quiet reflection, mentally preparing for the whirlwind ahead—a whirlwind filled with joy, love, and an undeniable sense of purpose.

—

Jey sat in front of his laptop, tapping his fingers anxiously against the desk as he waited for everyone to join the call. The screen flickered to life, one by one, the faces of his family and friends appeared. There was Damian and Kayden, Jon and Trinity, Liv and Dominik, Joseph and Almia, Joe and Galina, Finn and Carlito and JD, and finally, Cody.

“Alright, everyone’s here!” Jey announced, a hint of excitement in his voice. “Thanks for joining the call, but I know you’re all probably wondering why I called this meeting.”

Dominik, ever the curious one, chimed in first. “Yeah, what’s up, Jey? You’ve got us all on edge here.”

Jey took a deep breath, his heart racing with anticipation. “Rhea is going to be inducted into the Hall of Fame!”

Cheers erupted from the group, everyone expressing their surprise and excitement.

“Are you serious? That’s amazing!” Liv exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “She totally deserves it!”

“Absolutely!” Jon agreed, nodding vigorously. “Rhea has worked so hard for this. It’s about damn time!”

Jey smiled, feeling the love and support radiate through the screen. “And there’s more,” he continued, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Does everyone have a tux and a dress? Because I’m about to book the Vegas wedding. I’m going to marry her right there and then!”

“What?” Trinity gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock. “Are you serious?!”

Damian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are we still having the Samoan wedding? I just booked my tickets.”

Liv added quickly, “Yeah, Dominik and I just RSVP’ed for that wedding too! What’s happening here?”

Jey laughed, trying to calm the growing excitement. “Yes, we’re still doing the Samoan wedding! But this wedding is going to be intimate, and it’s the perfect time. I want it to be a surprise for Rhea.”

“Man, you’re full of surprises today!” Joe chuckled. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. It’s going to be epic!”

“Just think about it,” Finn chimed in. “You’ll get to say your vows in Las Vegas before the Hall of Fame. That’s a memory you both will cherish forever.”

“Exactly!” Jey agreed, his heart swelling with happiness. “I’ll email everyone the details, but please, don’t mention it to Rhea. This is supposed to be a surprise!”

“Don’t worry, we won’t spill a word,” Almia promised, a gleeful smile on her face.

“Just make sure you get a killer tux, Jey,” Cody advised with a playful wink. “You want to look your best when you marry her.”

“Trust me, I will,” Jey replied, feeling more excited by the second. “Thanks, everyone. I can’t wait to see you all there. This is going to be one unforgettable day!”

As the meeting continued, laughter and chatter filled the virtual room, all centered around the joy of Rhea’s induction and the spontaneous wedding that was about to unfold. Jey felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his family, knowing that together they would make this moment special for Rhea—a day filled with love, support, and unforgettable memories.

—

Flashback: January 8th, 2025 11:31 AM

Rhea and Jey sat in the comfortable yet clinical atmosphere of Rhea’s therapist’s office, the faint sound of ticking clocks filling the silence. Rhea fidgeted with her hands in her lap, glancing at Jey, who sat beside her, his expression a mixture of determination and concern.

Jey broke the silence first, his voice steady but laced with vulnerability. “I really am just only doing this for Rhea.” He looked at the therapist, trying to convey the weight of the words he had spoken. “I want her to know I’m here for her, no matter what.”

The therapist, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, nodded understandingly. “That’s a good start, Jey. Couples counseling is a safe space for both of you to express your feelings and concerns. It’s not just about addressing the challenges you’re facing but also about strengthening your bond.”

Rhea shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes downcast. She felt a lump form in her throat, a swirl of emotions threatening to spill over. The therapist continued, “Both of you have been through significant challenges in your lives. Jey, your injury, and the pressures that come with your career. Rhea, your pregnancy and the emotional toll it can take. It’s important to recognize that you’re both navigating a lot right now.”

“Yeah, it’s just… sometimes it feels like we’re carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders,” Jey admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I want to be strong for her, but it gets overwhelming.”

Rhea finally found the courage to speak. “I’ve been feeling lost lately,” she confessed, her voice trembling. “I want to be the best partner and soon-to-be mother, but everything just feels… heavy. I don’t want to drag him down with my struggles.”

The therapist leaned forward, her tone gentle yet firm. “It’s okay to feel that way, Rhea. It’s important to share that burden, rather than trying to carry it alone. Jey wants to support you, and by talking about your feelings here, you can both learn how to lean on each other more effectively.”

Jey reached over and took Rhea’s hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. “We’re in this together, babe. I promise you that.”

Rhea looked up, meeting his gaze, and a small smile broke through her somber expression. “I know. It’s just hard to let go sometimes.”

The therapist smiled at the exchange. “That’s the first step, Rhea. Acknowledging your feelings is essential. Together, we can work on communication and understanding each other’s needs better.”

The therapist leaned back in her chair, her eyes focused on Rhea. “I wanted to ask about your dog, Barry. I know there was a lot of stress surrounding his health. How is he doing now?”

Rhea sighed, relief washing over her. “Barry is doing fine. He’s back home and recovering well. I’m just glad he’s okay.”

The therapist nodded, then turned her gaze to Rhea, sensing the weight of unspoken fears. “I remember you mentioned feeling like someone is after you. Can you share more about that?”

Before Rhea could respond, Jey spoke up, his voice filled with a protective intensity. “It’s been a lot lately. Rhea’s Jeep tires were slashed, and someone put sugar in her gas tank. They also tried to mess with my Mercedes, but our neighbor stopped them just in time.” He looked at Rhea, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. “It feels like someone is determined to ruin our lives.”

The therapist took a deep breath, processing the information. “I understand that must be incredibly unsettling for both of you. But I want to reassure you, Matthew is currently being held without bail. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Jey frowned, the tension in his body rising. “Then why is all of this still happening? Why can’t we just live our lives in peace?”

Instead of answering his question, the therapist turned to Jey, probing deeper. “Are you scared, Jey? With everything that’s happened?”

“Hell no,” Jey replied defiantly, crossing his arms. “Just the other day, I applied to buy a gun. I’m not scared of anything. I’m just trying to protect my family.”

“Are you scared that Rhea might get attacked again?” the therapist pressed gently. “That you might lose the baby again?”

Jey’s face turned stormy. He stood up abruptly, anger flaring. “You’re going too far now. Don’t twist my words like that.”

The therapist maintained her calm demeanor. “I’m just trying to understand how the shooting has affected you. Has it opened up any anger or unresolved feelings?”

“I don’t have to listen to this shit,” Jey snapped, turning on his heel and storming out of the office.

“Jey!” Rhea called after him, her heart racing as she hurried to follow. She caught up with him just outside, the cool air prickling against her skin. “Wait, please. I just want to talk—”

“This shit will not work!” Jey shot back, frustration boiling over. “I thought we’ve already accepted that Julie is dead and there’s no way of bringing her back. Why are we still discussing this?”

“I’m trying to move past it, Jey!” Rhea pleaded, her voice breaking as tears began to spill. “I need you to be here with me, not pushing me away!”

“Julie even said it herself. Why the fuck are you still continuing to think of this?” Jey’s voice was sharp, each word laced with raw emotion.

Rhea wiped her tears, feeling crushed by the weight of his words. “You’re supposed to be there for me, not tearing me down!”

“Get in the car,” Jey ordered, exasperation filling his tone. “Let’s go home. I’m not going to argue with you right here.”

With her heart pounding and a sense of defeat washing over her, Rhea turned away from him, her shoulders shaking as she climbed into the passenger seat of Jey’s Mercedes. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him as he got in, the silence between them heavy. The car felt suffocating as they sat in it, the weight of their unspoken fears and unresolved pain hanging in the air.

—

Rhea and Jey stepped out of the car, the tension still thick like rubber in the air. As Jey opened the front door, he watched Rhea walk past him, her silence echoing the weight of unspoken words. He rubbed his temples, feeling the pressure building behind his eyes as he locked the door behind them.

He made his way to their bedroom, the familiar space now feeling foreign. He reached for the doorknob, a sense of dread settling in his stomach. “Rhea,” he called out softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “Can we talk?”

“Go away,” she replied, her voice muffled through the closed door.

Jey sighed, frustration mixing with concern. “I was stupid. Please open the door, babe. I’m really sorry.”

Silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, before Rhea finally responded, her voice laced with hurt. “Just go away, please.”

“Why do you want me to admit that I’m scared?” Jey pressed, feeling the heat of anger and worry bubbling beneath the surface. “I’m trying to be strong for both of us.”

“Because you don’t love me!” Rhea shot back, her words sharp enough to cut through the tension.

Jey felt his heart drop at her statement. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be here,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm despite the turmoil inside. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t do anything for you.”

“Then why can’t you try counseling for us?” she asked, her tone softening but still tinged with desperation. “Why can’t you just talk to someone?”

“Because I don’t want to keep bringing up old shit!” Jey exclaimed, the words spilling out before he could catch himself. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration palpable. “I’m tired of it, Rhea! I thought we were moving forward.”

“But we’re not,” Rhea replied, her voice trembling. “Every time we take a step forward, something pulls us back. We can’t keep ignoring what happened. It’s not just going to disappear.”

Jey leaned against the door, his back pressed against the cool wood. “I know that, but I don’t want to relive it. I want to focus on us, on what we have now.”

“We can’t do that if we don’t deal with the past!” Rhea’s voice cracked, and Jey could hear the tears threatening to spill. “I’m scared, Jey. Scared that if we don’t talk about it, it’s going to eat us alive.”

Jey closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to protect you.”

Rhea opened the door slowly, her eyes red and puffy. “I need you to be honest with me,” she said softly, her gaze searching his. “Please.”

Jey nodded, feeling the crack in his resolve. “Okay.. I’ll go to counseling if that’s what you want. But only if we can promise to work through it together.”

Rhea stepped closer, her eyes filling with tears. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with relief.

Jey reached out, pulling her into his arms. “We’ll figure this out, I promise,” he murmured into her hair, holding her tight as they both stood in the aftermath of their fears, ready to face whatever came next—together.

[wehaveagathering]

how are you feeling about the flyers draft picks/activities? i don’t hate luchanko but i would’ve rather seen them trade up to the 20s for him with a future second and/or 3rd round pick (or laughton or something) + 32. i can’t believe they passed on buium so I’m hoping they knew something we didn’t about him. i’m doing my best to trust in danny but i’m skeptical of his first round.

I feel great. I feel incredible. I was pretty uncertain and definitely shocked re: Luchanko at first but I've changed my mind. Danny made the right moves and while I might be upset that we didn’t get Buium or Helenius (and I am especially upset that we didn't get Dickinson but that's on the Sharks who I am pissy at rn. I promise in like three days i will be very excited to see him in teal), I see the vision. This is long term.

Here are just some of the first quotes I’ve found on Jett Luchanko:

Guy seems to me like a power-play oriented, playmaking, speed-skating, young Morgan Frost. Suzuki, and apparently Luchanko, are net front danger zone scorers, and Luchanko clearly seems disposed to pass first, playmake, and score in exactly the same zone that Michkov likes to score in. Net front. Behind the net. Michigans. (Watch that video I just linked! Look where he scores from!) Everything I'm reading here seems like he’s tailor-made to playmake for Michkov - and if he’s not? Well, this wasnt exactly a big swing, was it? We traded back and traded away, which was THE THING I SAID WE SHOULD DO, LIKE, A MONTH AGO:

Here's that link, in case you don't believe me.

We might not have traded to a shit team, but we still got the 2025 pick. Everything I said in that post is still applicable. This was "not the draft for big swings." So we didn't take a big swing. Danny took a guy that the Flyers clearly seem to think is a fantastic possible center for Michkov, which is, and should be, their top priority. One of the main criticisms that fans had of the Giroux era was that the Flyers didn't surround him with the talent he needed to succeed, and we don't want to make that mistake this time around?

The problem is that this isn't the draft that's full of that elite talent. Some of them, maybe. The Flyers very clearly wanted to trade up for Lindstrom, but CBJ didn't bite, because they wanted Lindstrom, and I get it. Lindstrom is a fantastic center. So they took the next best center for Michkov, who turned out to be Luchanko. It was what they wanted out of this draft – Michkov's center, or at least a possible one. He wasn't the best player available – clearly, since they traded away from Buium, and gained a 2025 3rd rounder in the process (nice!) – but he is a phenomenal choice for Michkov. And if he doesn't pan out? Well, it's a good thing we didn't trade up for him.

Now, 2025. This is the deep draft. This is the draft that does have that elite talent. And we may have 6 picks in the first and second rounds.

Now that is the draft for big swings. Michkov is coming over this season. We move as few pieces as possible. Who does he work well with on the team? Who doesn't click? How does his play fit, where are the gaps, what do we still need with him on the wing? How does he feel? What and/or who does he need, personally? Three first-round picks in 2025 mean that you have a LOT OF ROOM TO WORK WITH. I assume Luchanko doesn't go to the NHL this season – haven't seen anything to suggest he will, and with the general quality of this draft being one that still needs time, it's fair to assume that he'll stay with the Guelph Storm in the OHL. So when we watch him play in Canada this year and see how he improves and how he communicates with the Flyers, and see Michkov on the ice in orange, we'll have an idea of what we need in 2025. Do we keep the PHI, COL, EDM picks where they are? (My guesses are 14, 25, 32. Quote me!) Or do we package them and trade up? That's a big swing in a deep draft full of huge talents. 25+32 to trade to 20. 20+14 to trade up to 5, or 4. Or maybe 25+32 is enough to get us up front. 10, even. And then once you have that high pick - like we saw today, anyone can fall. We saw it with Michkov last year. Imagine.

I love this draft. I think Danny cooked. I think this was a long-term vision and I'm stoked for Jett Luchanko. Welcome to Philly, bud! I can't wait.

[seungkw1]

ren's 2024 tumblr wrapped :)

first and foremost i want to thank everybody who has shown love to my silly little fics - i started doing this for shits n gigs and never expected for it to become such a hobby but i cannot express how grateful i am for all the support. i've been so lucky to become part of this lil community of so many talented fellow writers!! i love u guys <3

now, onto the stats !

2024 overview

# fics: 24

# fics in progress: 6

total words published: 63,149

total words about boo seungkwan (lmao): 13,849

most popular fics

1. white t-shirt

member: choi seungcheol  notes: 2,083 date posted: 05/23/24

2. love me right

member: kwon soonyoung notes: 1,861 date posted: 09/25/24

3. mine

member: jeon wonwoo notes: 1,470 date posted: 02/11/24

longest fic

the truth is out there

member: choi seungcheol wc: 8,184 date posted: 03/01/24

favorite fic i wrote

maestro - ch. 1

member: lee jihoon  wc: 2,724 date posted: 05/10/24 why it’s my fav: i had SO much fun trying my hand at writing fantasy!! i love the way it turned out and i’ll definitely be delving into more fantasy (and sci-fi 👀) in the future AND I SWEAR I’M GOING TO CONTINUE/FINISH THIS FIC in 2025 I PROMISE

favorite fics i read

there are simply TOO many to list!! here are just a few of my faves <3

the gambit by @miniseokminnies

a very patient man by @shina913 

getting even by @gyuhao5

first by @ddeonghwa-s

houdini by @highvern

session two; secret’s out by @whipped-for-kpop-fics

you give good love by @nachojaehyun

the hair tie test by @sluttywoozi

off the market by @gyuzgrl

yuck! by @himbocoups

drenched by @junkissed

not a bad thing by @heechwe

goals for 2025

oh boy i am not really a new year's resolution girlie but there are def a few things i'd love to accomplish next year!

read more books!!

write for every member of svt!!

go to more concerts!!

have some dang FUN!!

again, thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuu to everybody who has reblogged, commented, given feedback, and shown love to my fics, i appreciate u guys so much <3

i feel like all my mooties have already done their wrapped posts lol but if you're seeing this and wanna do one, then i tag u!! hehe

here's to a gr8 2025 y'all!!!

love, ren

[hollow-lime-green]

AO3 Wrapped (hana's version)

Since I just did the fanfic writer interview post a while back, this will be short (although I love to yap so send me asks if there's anything you want to hear me yap about RE my writing this year). I'm going to keep it short - something I've never done before! New Year New Me.

Words Written: 139.8k (about 3 great gatsbies, I think)

Works Published: 5! All in the FIYM verse!

Fastest Work (per word): string theory

Slowest Work (per word): 2sorcs chapter 12, probably

Number of WIPs I'm Taking into 2025:

1 posted (2sorcs) I really really really wanted to finish 2sorcs this year, but alas, I did not. But then I'll be able to say I've been writing 2sorcs for two years!

4 in the drafts, also all for the FIYM-verse (man I should write other things)

Favorite Character to Write: Nanami!

I use him sparingly because his narration will get old if I overdo it, but it's such a delight to write him sometimes. As the straight man of 2sorcs, he gets to be an outlet for me to say "look, I know this inconcievably gay situation has jumped the shark multiple times, I know this is ridiculous."

Favorite Moment(s) I've Written:

"The Mario Bros Bully Sailor Satoru"

Kenjaku Reveal

Malevolent Kitchen as a real cooking show (based on Cutthroat Kitchen, which is my Roman Empire)

Hardest Thing I've Written:

The missions in 2sorcs, not even close. Oh my goodness that was such a bitch to write. I just wasn't happy with it for such a long time, until finally it clicked for me and I figured out what I wanted to do.

Some of my Favorite Lines and Jokes:

From string theory -

“...You’re self-conscious?” Suguru stares at him like he’s grown a second head. But Satoru feels like he isn’t even working with one functioning brain at this point, let alone two. I know I’m not the shape of someone you could love. “I…” Satoru bites his lip. He shrinks back as Suguru settles next to him on the bed. Please don’t hate me for wanting to pretend.

From 2sorcs -

“Maybe,” Suguru shrugged. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” “Mmmm. Very panopticon of you.” Panopticon? Suguru considered himself bisexual, but he was kind of fluid with labels.

also

You see, Kenjaku was not an artist, Kenjaku was a patron of the arts. Best to let the real artist work his craft. Of course, Kenjaku had theories about the plot. Multiple theories, in fact. These ‘anime-onlies’ (so to speak) were so invested in what would happen to their precious Starks, while true manga fans (in a sense) like Kenjaku were already well into arguing (on online forums) about the identity of Azor Ahai, The Warrior of Light, The Son of Fire, wielder of Lightbringer, the Prince That Was Promised. Anyway, if the old man didn’t get his shit together, Kenjaku would have to take steps. They had connections. All it would take would be a few galas, a donation here and there, and they’d be in the writers’ room by Season 7.

From relativity (I just posted this yesterday, so check it out if you haven't) -

Because every top in gay porn is some muscle hunk with a buzz cut, twenty tribal tattoos, and enough oil on their bodies that George W. Bush would accuse them of hiding WMDs in their pants. (And he’d be right).

This list is mostly inspired by @fushiglow's wrapped post! (Also thanks for the tag @marichild - since I have only really been writing in one ship/fandom this year, that set of question/answers wouldn't have been super interesting to read for my stats, probably).

[amugoffandoms]

My goodness, this is going to be late, but I'd like to thank everyone I've spent my time with this year.

I feel bad if I don't mention anyone, so I'll try to include everyone!

Tumblr hates my ass and deleted everything i wrote at some point so fyck you.

To all the servers I'm in:

Arte, Vonte, Atlas, Yep, Two, Rain, Rai, AND SO MANY MORE I CANT NAME BECAUSE I AUEKERFKFJFJ,

You are one of the most chaotic fucking groups I've been a part, but I appreciate everyone of you for indulging my goofiness and cheering me on with any of my little stuff. Thank you for playing with me and chilling in call, even if I fall asleep.

Beans, Kyanako, Lee, Melody, Kris, Milk, Faye, Waivy, Yara, and many more!!

Thank you for all the calls we've had, playing games or chatting it up until it's late at night. I promise not to torture you all with another game again ^-^. (Or not. Let's find out next year. Until then!) Thank you for also indulging my insanity, I love spending time hanging with you all and talking about the woes of creative hobbies.

Gunsli, Goat, Nott, Felix, and more!!

Thank you for letting me discuss MILGRAM with you all and going analytical 9000 over the MVs. I adore and love all the analysis I read (even if i forget them lol). You all are very chill and I appreciate just being able to pop in every so often to relax.

To Yuri Band:

Lee, Sandy, Luna, Rat, Maiyu:

We gotta get back together, trust! Yuri Band Comeback 2025. No, but seriously, thank you all for helping me survive my horrific jet lag and letting us chill in silence while we create the funniest stories and doodle. I also appreciate the shenanigans we get up to. Cough yuri letters cough who said tha

To my Tumblr mutuals:

This is me when you guys wanna talk -> 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

I'm so shit at responding to tag games but I do look, I promise.

I will always make time for you all, trust. Please blast me with your creativity, ocgrams, art, writing pieces, i will always explode over them.

I fucking LOVE seeing you all my dash, hi hi to you guys ^^^^^

Let's suffer through the MILGRAM hiatus and many more together.

To MUGRAM fans:

I haven't forgotten about you guys.

I'm sorry the hiatus has taken longer than I promised, but it's the year you push for your best in school and that means I cry mys— I work on all my stuff and don't wanna do anything except quietly do nothing when I get home.

MUGRAM has popped up in my mind recently and I'm planning on throwing together character playlists. I'm also going to try to work on that stupid damn document I'm sending it to hell right now.

Thank you.

Seriously, thank you. You guys are amazing. I've spent an amazing year on Tumblr and I hope for a better one next year.

See you all soon!

also teaser for my stupid fucking pr9jrct that took too fuxking long to edit i hate capcut I hope it dies

[cherubshert]

You don't know idols irl

But Jungwon has been nothing but a fucking sweetheart to engenes, he's constantly updating us, constantly posting content for our enjoyment, constantly doing his job as an idol

But some ungrateful 'fans' are now hating on him, for a rumor based of off there i say bullshit proof, like photos that are so blurry that it could be anyone(lemme tell you if you took those 'proof' to court, a good judge will laugh in your face and kick you out, that's how shitty they are), and proof from crazy individuals detailing how they stalked him.

Like instead of coming together worried about his privacy being so disgustingly violated, there r ppl, screaming and shouting at Jungwon??

Same on winter's side, i have seen the clips from that aespa fan meeting, where these 'fans' were screaming and cursing at her. over a rumor that if you had common sense you could see are false.

I don't think these people are really fans, these individuals are just people jumping on an opportunity to hate, and be vicious. I saw the email template they were planning to send to hybe, and it's just filled with stupid delusions.

Jungwon has admitted that he isn't in a relationship (even if he was, he is 20, who gives a shit) and these people have deluded them selves that he is, because of proof thaf can soo easily be disproven.

Kpop idol's mental health is so important, from torturous trainee life, to torturous idol life, Multiple idols have passed, because of crazy insane stupid rumors, that ruined their mental health. Yet, to this day so many people don't feel shame when they toy with an idols mental health like this.

And if something awful does happen, which i fucking pray not, these people will be the loudest about mental health. Please remember that idols are HUMANS not things or property. Jungwon has been so mentally strong, but i don't know how he's actually doing bts, as a my and engene, this situation is hurting my eyes.

If u r one of the insane individuals still angry at this, plss plss leave, i promise Jungwon and enha wouldn't care about losing 'fans' like you. Jungwon has said, on camera, by himself, that he's not dating, and you still delude yourself to thinking he is because???

It just seems like you have nothing fun or special going on in your life, please go hang out with family and friends, if you don't have friends make some, get a job, get a more productive hobby, go to the gym and do some boxing, since you are so desperate to let out rage. You say you love enhypen, yet you are so quick to treating them like this, because you lack respect not only for yourself, but for him.

we are going into 2025, a stranger, which is what jungwon is to all of us at the end of the day, dating, should not, and I repeat should not get you THIS riled up, you're mad at a human for falling in love?

And if you believe idols shouldn't date still, i better not see you dating either, cause by your logic, you also belong to said idol, and you dating is also a betrayal, you should also lose your job and everything you've worked hard for. You see how dumb you sound?? if not i really pity you, cause there is something insanely wrong with you.

Therapy is expensive, but human connection is mostly free, if you had friends, a job and a life to look forward to, you wouldn't care so much about this.

Parasocial relationships at the end of the day are not real, jungwon isn't really your friend, your boyfriend or your husband, he's a guy doing his job, being a singer, dancing and making music. your role as a fan, is to support him, so no he doesnt owe you any more than what he's given you(making good songs, dancing, concerts, albums/ the lives, photos and content r extras for your entertainment, he doesn't have to do that either if he doesn't want to, but he does(a lot),so shut up and know your place). he is a person, a human, and like yunjin said, an idol doesn't mean a dol(l) to fuck with.