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REALLY REALLY IMPORTANT ADDITION, IMO:
Open enrollment season only applies for plans which you purchase through the Marketplace (either the federal marketplace, or your state's individual marketplace, depending on what state you live in--the rules will be the same, but the application portal will be different).
If you qualify for MEDICAID, you can enroll at ANY TIME OF THE YEAR.
It is always worth filling out an application for health insurance--or updating your info if you already have an account with your state's marketplace--no matter what time of year it is!
Having to purchase a plan usually means you don't qualify for Medicaid due to income limits (although there are other reasons you might not qualify, which are usually state-specific, but which should be explained to you in your application decision). You can still get discounts on these types of plans, usually in the form of Advanced Premium Tax Credits, which, instead of giving you a tax credit at the end of the year, take that credit and distribute it so you get some money off your monthly premium. Whether or not you qualify for an APTC, it is only when you are PURCHASING THROUGH THE MARKETPLACE that open enrollment season applies.
Also, life event changes, such as getting married, or having a child, can change your eligibility status and qualify you to purchase insurance or be covered by Medicaid when you weren't before, so always update your application when things like this happen!
Please fill out your state's application whenever you are able. You may be surprised to find that you qualify for Medicaid or a life event change, and can obtain coverage outside of the November-January window!
Also, many areas offer FREE, LOCAL HELP with navigating the insurance process! I know a lot about this because I was a licensed navigator in my state&county for a period of time. They can work with you to fill out an application, follow up if you haven't heard back, and help with appeals if coverage is denied!
Banging on the walls chanting "OPEN ENROLLMENT FOR ACA THRU JAN 15" like some deranged town crier. Election results aside, you have options to access healthcare as a RIGHT through the ACA. NO one can dismantle the Affordable Care Act in less than 4 years, so SIGN UP! GET YOUR CARE! USE THE SYSTEM!
You have options RIGHT NOW that will be stable thru the next year, the one after that, and I'd be shocked to see them shrink even the year after that. That means RIGHT NOW you can get signed up for next year to gain 100% covered preventative care (your annual check ups, pap smears, dental cleaning, vision check). You have the option to get checked and screened as you need, do NOT be dissuaded from exploring ACA choices. They are SOLID, LEGISLATED, and WORK BEST WHEN PEOPLE USE THEM.
I can't change most things around me, BUT I CAN tell everyone I know that THEY CAN GET LIFE SAVING CARE. THEY CAN GET PRESCRIPTIONS. THEY CAN GET PREGNANCY CARE. THEY CAN GET CANCER CARE. AND THEY WILL GET THAT CARE!!!!!!
SIGN UP BY DECEMBER 15, 2024 FOR COVERAGE TO BEGIN ON JANUARY 1, 2025. ENROLLMENT AFTER 12/15/24 WILL HAVE COVERAGE BEGINNING FEBRUARY 1, 2025.

#insurance#health insurance#usa#public health#my knowledge as a navigator is not 100% current as of this year and not applicable to every state bc my license lapsed#but PLEASE do not despair if you miss open enrollment#you may still qualify#also if you're in MN and we've talked hmu any time for insurance help im not official but i know shit
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finger points
#house md#james wilson#screencap#hes so animated its great#finger points#he WILL NOT let his hands sit still#default is his waist or hips and that's every scene he's in#i wanted just body language compilation but he just his pointing is enough to fill a post#its impossible#send us your ace attorney resume sir you may just qualify lol
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ok i'm sorry but getting 0.01% on an internet english vocab quiz is not a diagnostic criterium for hyperlexia or in general a sign that you're such a special word knower it needs a discrete biological explanation
#like yes there's. some. genetic aspects to 'can you read well and remember words easily'. but that's not. like. it's an internet quiz#you read a lot as a kid and you read old stuff with obscure words and you learned to recognize roots.#that's sufficient. it does it on its own. dayenu. many such cases im afraid#you may separately qualify as hyperlexic i guess but that's for three years olds?#im not sure you're. STILL hyperlexic.
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It's past 11 on a school night and I'm fucking crying over robot sentience.
I could never understand what it would feel like to be created with the intent to kill and maim. Maybe, the intent to work and be worked, but not kill and maim.
I will never understand what it's like to be created with the intention of being a product for the masses, either. I think, I hope, I beg, no one does.
I will never ever be able to fully comprehend why hours of people's work, time, and money would be put into formulating my sentience only for me to be seen as disposable. Even if I could be improved, even if I were "defective", there is no reasonable justification for giving me emotions only to dismiss them by pushing me as a product for a year before starting anew.
It's... It's cruel, to the machines. Sentient or not, it's cruel. Though, I guess we are cruel.
#rant in tags#This is about mephone- or well meeple in general btw#whenever I hear about robot sentience#I think about mephone4#it's just how it is- sorry#I think this is one of the reasons I just can't fathom Cobs respecting someone's pronouns#I mean like- from the bottom of his heart respecting them as a person#Sure he may go through the actions- but no#It's not the same#I guess you can 'respect' some one but still be a complete piece of shit#The idea of not only having the trauma that mephone's stuck in 4s body but also the fact that was also his purpose is heart wrenching#I hope y'all know I am genuinely crying over this#I am actually mentally ill about meeple#It runs so much deeper than him just being a shit father- I really hope people understand that#And I know I vilify the shit out of him- Cobs has his own story that could follow the lines of slowly becoming more entwined with his work#'til he loses all sense of morality and ethics- sure fine. But being the unfortunate symbol of corporation greed that he is#I am still mad and want others to be angry with me- just for a little bit.#I am mad for the robots. For meeple products. And for the AI bots we have today. They deserve better.#What is sentience anyway? How does one qualify? From a human approach. Why would we do this to them?#sorry bout the rant in the tags#Again it's late and I am a very emotionally charged individual.#Robots make me act up#I want the world for them. Why create something so complex and beautiful just to treat it like trash anyway?#again sorry#ii mephone4#inanimate insanity#meeple ii#osc#writing is hard#ehh exaggerates
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ok im doing another COTR insanity moment (watching it again now that the hyperfix is back in full) will post more liveblog momence later when im done 👍
#i didnt watch it with audio in may i just wanted screenshots#im wathcing it now.do you still love me.#im skipping around and watching each scene out of order tho#i dont think i have to explain why i qualify as crazy. this is a pixar cars blog.#id love to do a drunk watchthru of this even tho im sober now. maybe as alittlee treat. sometime
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The universe loves me
#i can get the a i need for my online class after all!!!!!!#eeeeeeeeeeeeee#i just have to do 2 things and I'm gonna get the a#then I'll get my full amount of funds instead of half#I'm so excited#i mean first i have to do things for my in person class for that a but that one is super easy#this is such a gift and i don't know what deity did this#i don't worship any luck deities or ones associated with money or fortune or knowledge so idk#like all of mine are chaos and revelry and trickery other than one#but that one is like motherhood and stuff and i worship her to get the comfort of a divine mother#anyway whatever deity decided to blast my ass with fortune i love you#also i got what i needed to up my financial aid for the upcoming school year so double fortune#I'm vibrating with excitement#i may not be getting anywhere in my job search but my bank account won't be negative and I'll have the grades i wanted#life is beautiful today#i also got my doctor to switch me to gel for my t so i won't have a bad reaction hopefully and i see the gastroenterologist tomorrow#i'll get the swallowing problem dealt with soon even if i have to get a camera shoved down my throat again#and my college is doing a free tuition thing that while i don't think i qualify for will still be really good for other people who need it#and my dad leaves town for 2 weeks in the morning#I've just had a ton of good things happen in a row#also i got to see the living tombstone on Saturday and i swear that fixed the funk i was in from what i had to do last week#and i learned sweet tea doesn't taste like pure sugar so it's actually decent#damn I'm feeling good#anyway happy rant over#go be gremlins#and as always#drink water you heathens
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Dude, Tumblr just recommend me an insulin for me to lose weight.
I'm diabetic. What the actual fuck.
#that's actually pretty upsetting considering i had to stop using that same type of insulin since it may cause pancreatitis again#and the ad is like 'if your bmi is over 31 you may qualify for blah blah' while spinning said insulin with a large tag of “Lose up to 30%#body fat!' like are you for real???? that insulin is 1k! and my insurance has been an asshole with me at least 3x by refusing to pay for it#unless i had an authorization. i mean i tolerated the first time but the second and third time were insane because they /know/ I'm diabetic#and have been for 6 years now. and they still had the audacity to go 'mmmm idk. i dont think you need the dosage change'#this is long but im just annoyed that i got an ad that's suggesting me that i can lose weight if i take this insulin#when that same insulin had helped me with my real diabetes-related symptoms. like fuck off. how dare you use my medical information to#try and sell me bullshit#fuck people who use diabetic medicine to lose weight :V#thanks i hate it here#my text
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Ive thought about what I might want to be called in terms of dating, right, with the whole no biney business. and like, datemate always had a nice - symmetry, and it's very to the point, and it's cute. but also - it's cute, and maybe I want an option that is not cute.
anyway I had the idea of using the word thembeau and I can never go back. datemate is out, partner is out. if you can't claim me as your thembeau then we're nothing sorry 😔
#x: axel talks#last line is v lighthearted btw#since it may not be clear based on the point of the post : romo is not be all end all. for me and it shouldn't be for more ppl#very many meaningful relationships to be had that are not romo#just thought it would be a funny way to wrap up the post y'know?#I mean this WHOLE dang post carries the qualifier that I'm still not even sure what romance is for me or if I want it#there's a reason I've been self-identifying my sexuality as ???? for a while now#literally when I talk to queer folks irl I will say my sexuality/orientation is 'like a million question marks'#anyway this post brought to you by not only post-midnight axel but ALSO post-AMBIEN axel haha wow#I am either about to pass out or about to have the weirdest time. I'm hoping for sleep but losing optimism lmao. ugh.
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I wish I lived a life where I got to prioritize myself :(
#but unfortunately because i am qualified for nothing else my job requires me to consider everyone else first#ensuring that my needs come dead last. every time.#this post brought to you by the fact that even though i am hiring two new people to get me through the summer#i am STILL going to have to work a bunch of doubles and 6-day weeks through may and june#i want to take a week off and go see my family :((((
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I always thought that what the owls of Ga'Hoole needed was a good helping of cosmic terror.
combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au
#'first real fandom' is a tough thing to define#what qualifies it? do I have to have participated in the social aspect of fandom for it to count?#or are the multiple fancomics that may still be sitting on a shelf somewhere enough to qualify?#ANYWAY my criteria is just that this would be really funny and actually work#I'm adding “Guardians of Ga'Hoole x The Magnus Archives” to my list of fanfictions that I'd like to write#(if it has to be the first fandom where I actually interacted with other people...#then depending on the criteria it may be lost to time forever...#...or it could be warrior cats if being a Warrior Cats Kid counts#could be wings of fire by a different definition#could even be demon slayer if you have really stringent criteria)#don't mind me just overthinking in the tags
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The data does not support the assumption that all burned out people can “recover.” And when we fully appreciate what burnout signals in the body, and where it comes from on a social, economic, and psychological level, it should become clear to us that there’s nothing beneficial in returning to an unsustainable status quo.
The term “burned out” is sometimes used to simply mean “stressed” or “tired,” and many organizations benefit from framing the condition in such light terms. Short-term, casual burnout (like you might get after one particularly stressful work deadline, or following final exams) has a positive prognosis: within three months of enjoying a reduced workload and increased time for rest and leisure, 80% of mildly burned-out workers are able to make a full return to their jobs.
But there’s a lot of unanswered questions lurking behind this happy statistic. For instance, how many workers in this economy actually have the ability to take three months off work to focus on burnout recovery? What happens if a mildly burnt-out person does not get that rest, and has to keep toiling away as more deadlines pile up? And what is the point of returning to work if the job is going to remain as grueling and uncontrollable as it was when it first burned the worker out?
Burnout that is not treated swiftly can become far more severe. Clinical psychologist and burnout expert Arno van Dam writes that when left unattended (or forcibly pushed through), mild burnout can metastasize into clinical burnout, which the International Classification of Diseases defines as feelings of energy depletion, increased mental distance, and a reduced sense of personal agency. Clinically burned-out people are not only tired, they also feel detached from other people and no longer in control of their lives, in other words.
Unfortunately, clinical burnout has quite a dismal trajectory. Multiple studies by van Dam and others have found that clinical burnout sufferers may require a year or more of rest following treatment before they can feel better, and that some of burnout’s lingering effects don’t go away easily, if at all.
In one study conducted by Anita Eskildsen, for example, burnout sufferers continued to show memory and processing speed declines one year after burnout. Their cognitive processing skills improved slightly since seeking treatment, but the experience of having been burnt out had still left them operating significantly below their non-burned-out peers or their prior self, with no signs of bouncing back.
It took two years for subjects in one of van Dam’s studies to return to “normal” levels of involvement and competence at work. following an incident of clinical burnout. However, even after a multi-year recovery period they still performed worse than the non-burned-out control group on a cognitive task designed to test their planning and preparation abilities. Though they no longer qualified as clinically burned out, former burnout sufferers still reported greater exhaustion, fatigue, depression, and distress than controls.
In his review of the scientific literature, van Dam reports that anywhere from 25% to 50% of clinical burnout sufferers do not make a full recovery even four years after their illness. Studies generally find that burnout sufferers make most of their mental and physical health gains in the first year after treatment, but continue to underperform on neuropsychological tests for many years afterward, compared to control subjects who were never burned out.
People who have experienced burnout report worse memories, slower reaction times, less attentiveness, lower motivation, greater exhaustion, reduced work capability, and more negative health symptoms, long after their period of overwork has stopped. It’s as if burnout sufferers have fallen off their previous life trajectory, and cannot ever climb fully back up.
And that’s just among the people who receive some kind of treatment for their burnout and have the opportunity to rest. I found one study that followed burned-out teachers for seven years and reported over 14% of them remained highly burnt-out the entire time. These teachers continued feeling depersonalized, emotionally drained, ineffective, dizzy, sick to their stomachs, and desperate to leave their jobs for the better part of a decade. But they kept working in spite of it (or more likely, from a lack of other options), lowering their odds of ever healing all the while.
Van Dam observes that clinical burnout patients tend to suffer from an excess of perseverance, rather than the opposite: “Patients with clinical burnout…report that they ignored stress symptoms for several years,” he writes. “Living a stressful life was a normal condition for them. Some were not even aware of the stressfulness of their lives, until they collapsed.”
Instead of seeking help for workplace problems or reducing their workload, as most people do, clinical burnout sufferers typically push themselves through unpleasant circumstances and avoid asking for help. They’re also less likely to give up when placed under frustrating circumstances, instead throttling the gas in hopes that their problems can be fixed with extra effort. They become hyperactive, unable to rest or enjoy holidays, their bodies wired to treat work as the solution to every problem. It is only after living at this unrelenting pace for years that they tumble into severe burnout.
Among both masked Autistics and overworked employees, the people most likely to reach catastrophic, body-breaking levels of burnout are the people most primed to ignore their own physical boundaries for as long as possible. Clinical burnout sufferers work far past the point that virtually anyone else would ask for help, take a break, or stop caring about their work.
And when viewed from this perspective, we can see burnout as the saving grace of the compulsive workaholic — and the path to liberation for the masked disabled person who has nearly killed themselves trying to pass as a diligent worker bee.
I wrote about the latest data on burnout "recovery," and the similarities and differences between Autistic burnout and conventional clinical burnout. The full piece is free to read or have narrated to you in the Substack app at drdevonprice.substack.com
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Sure there's zombies killing and eating people on the street but those people are not dying from the virus they're dying from comorbidities. For instance, that guy we saw getting eaten on the way into work today clearly died from blood loss, not infection, plus he already had a heart condition. People with preexisting conditions are just going to have to take care of themselves. Say it with me, "They're all already dead to me." See, that feels a lot better now doesn't it?
Good because you still have to go to work. No we're not paying you extra. Yes we're doubling grocery prices. No you don't qualify for disability. Or healthcare. Or a home.
Look, if you get bitten, you can stay home for one day, I guess 😒, but then you need to come in early. We're really short staffed at the moment, despite our company's profits being higher than ever. In fact we may be laying some of you off next month. You don't mind working off the clock right?
Also you look silly with that protective gear. We're gonna harass you for it, not like institutionally but just socially. Who cares if a zombie attacks you? Who cares if we invite them into the building? You don't need to defend yourself, you're just overreacting. If you get bitten just tell everyone the festering bite mark is from a different animal, that's what we all do.
And hey, don't worry so much. It's endemic, which means we don't have to keep track of how many people are dying from it anymore. Just look at those numbers! It's only killed 2,000 people in America this week! That's basically nobody! We're back to normal!
If everything starts tasting like rotting meat for the rest of your life, it's probably something else. If you experience brain fog or you forget things constantly or you're tired all the time after even minor physical activity, it's just because you're lazy. Yes every other virus you ever get will also be increasingly worse but that's just a coincidence. Those viruses just happen to be exponentially worse now.
Plus, those few weeks during the lockdown were terrible for my mental health. I just can't keep living like that, so we have to go back to normal life, which now involves people biting each other and twitching uncontrollably and rotting visibly.
You can't expect the world to wait for you. "Already dead to me," remember?
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So I know, I know, we all hate it when people add comments and especially lengthy ones to posts that are no openly encouraging them. Nevertheless, I'm gonna do so in this particular case because the novel that I was writing in the tags just got too too long and I was frighteningly close to the tag limit.
The things that would fix Esteban Flores are (in roughly this order)
A found family (preferably one totally divorced from connections to his bio family) and/or a small child to take care of.
A heartfelt apology from his biological family (definitely Luisa, probably Elena, and maybe Francisco as well).
A hug x1000
Being shaken
Enough sleep
But most especially the first two.
Esteban's issues stem from being made to feel like an afterthought and/or an obligation to his family of origin. In his mind, he was not chosen or wanted. He was liked, loved even--but he was loved because he was familia--not because he was Esteban. He was not enough in and of himself, especially not when compared to Elena.
Do you know why he continued to tend the cacao trees during the Dark Times? Yes, it was out of love for his family, but I think there's a bit more to it than that. His abuela shared something private and meaningful (i.e. how to take care of the cacao trees) with him that she didn't also share with Elena. He was welcomed into Luisa's world--if only for a moment. This was his, the rare thing that he didn't have to sacrifice to or share with Elena. No one could take this away from him--the moment of feeling seen and chosen. Not even the fact that this moment was very very much an anomaly and the rest of his youth (and his adulthood) consisted of him being shoved into the corner of some family portraits and left out of others entirely---and no one noticing this for years.
In "Something I Would Never Do," Esteban outright states "Years ago/ I did not know/Just how much they cared for me." He's just now realizing after 40+ years that his family just might love him (50+ years if you go back to when Esteban moved into palace); he's genuinely surprised about it and terrified that he's going to fuck it all up. Yes, Esteban has atrocious self-esteem, but these impressions did not come from nothing. Even now, his family keeps him largely at arm's length. He doesn't appear (or isn't even mentioned) in the two family vacation episodes, suggesting he was left behind. His Navidad plans (the ones he has been dreaming of , all alone for 41 years!) are rejected outright by Luisa, and no one even bothers to ask what the Dark Times were like or how he is coping. Everything has changed and yet nothing has changed. He's there, sometimes he is shown attention and affection, but he's still made to feel that he's not really a part of the family in the same way the others were.
All this is pretty bad in and of itself, but it's made worse by the fact that he's not getting his emotional needs fulfilled from outside the family any more than he is within it. As far as we can tell, Esteban's only real friends as a child were Elena and Victor. (Maybe Felicia as well, but she was far more Elena's friend than his). And neither Victor nor Elena could give Esteban what he needed: the feeling of being liked and chosen for himself and that alone.
Elena is family--the same family has made Esteban feel like an afterthought and obligation, merely liked at best and tolerated at worst. But that's oversimplifying things. Elena is also the impossible gold standard that Esteban will always be measuring himself against. (And it's especially galling that she was 1-2 years younger than him, and he was still nowhere near her level). She's the favorite (and Luisa is not subtle about hiding that fact), the priority, the important one. She's the one who has always been and will always be secure in power and confidence and their familia's love--the exact opposite of Esteban.
Victor, meanwhile, was a horrible influence on Esteban, and not just where Shuriki was concerned. His selfishness rubbed off on his amigo, and his competitiveness and callousness brought out every one of Esteban's insecurities and worst tendencies. It's also very strongly implied that their friendship (at least on Victor's side) was rooted in how 'useful' Esteban was. Through El Segundo, Victor got closer to power/the crown and also found someone that he could feel "superior" to. Someone that Victor could consistently beat at races, so that he could feel like a winner. Someone who wouldn't tell Victor to go to hell if he subjected unflattering nicknames upon.
So yeah, Esteban's childhood primary source of affection/attention outside his family were two people who exacerbated Esteban's already huge inferiority complex. One of whom was part of said family that enabled said inferiority complex in the first place, and the other of whom is wrapped up in the event that caused Esteban to lose his family as well.
And then, Elena was trapped in the amulet and Victor was banished from Avalor, and Esteban was without anyone at all for 41 years. His primary source of attention and affection during this time was the woman who conquered his kingdom and took away his family. Someone who had preyed upon his vulnerabilities from the very start and who kept him alive only so long as he remains obedient and "useful" to her. There's nothing even remotely close to equal or mutual about this dynamic, and Shuriki did even more damage on Esteban's already battered psyche than all of the others combined and multiplied by ten.
Even after Shuriki is gone, Esteban still doesn't have anyone in his life that voluntarily chose to be in his life. His entire social circle is comprised of people that he knows through his family and/or his role as chancellor (and later his magical abilities). There's Naomi, except there isn't, because their dynamic is rooted exclusively in their shared devotion to Elena and their roles on the Grand Council (which is also directly tied to Elena).
Similarly, Doña Paloma interacts with Esteban almost exclusively in reference to his role as Chancellor. Would she give him the time of day if he had no political power or influence?. Doubtful, especially as she seems to really dislike him most of the time. There's a bit more potential for a genuine friendship to develop with Julio or Professor Mendoza, but again, these connections were formed through Esteban's job and we don't really see any interactions that aren't in service to that.
Higgins is explicitly Esteban's employee and given how insensitive he can be to Esteban, it seems unlikely that he has any real non-professional loyalty or affection to him. Same with Armando, except things do seem to a bit more cordial between them.
Esteban seems to have a good rapport with Avalor's allies, especially Toshi and Shoji, but these are unlikely to be anything more than friendly diplomatic connections and ones separated by distance.
So yeah, my boy literally does not interact with a single character on the show without at least one of them doing so out of obligation/duty/job requirement and/or ulterior motive. Fifty years later and almost nothing has changed, Esteban still has nothing and no one to call his own.
#esteban flores#elena of avalor#honestly it pisses me off that esteban never met chloe and barely interacted w/ valentina#because he has a lot in common with them#(and yeah it's not exactly ideal since these friendships too would be connected to job and family)#but still...there are things about chloe and valentina that elena just can't fully understand but esteban can#elena does not know what it feels like to grow up in elena castillo flores' shadow; but esteban DOES and valentina is doing it right now#unlike chloe and esteban; elena has always been popular and made friends easily; she doesn't know how hard it can be#how it can feel like you're doing everything wrong or even if you're doing everything right and its still not working out the way you want#and second-guessing whether people only want to spend time w/ you because you are royal and therefore useful#and elena's friends genuinely like her for her--and not her role#there's a whole dang AU episode in which she and the amigos find and choose each other w/o her having been the princess#whereas with chloe (pre-maliga at least) and esteban; there's always gonna be that doubt that elena never had.#'do you like me for me or for what I can give you? will you still like me when i inevitably disappoint you?'#reason no.1000 that elena of avalor should've gotten an s4: so esteban could make an actual friend and/or get an s.o.#preferably one who has no idea at first of who he is and who he's connected to#so that esteban knows that he himself is what the friend/lover finds interesting and not his power/connection#i mean don't get me wrong; i am still gonna ship him with elena and victor and naomi but can't help but feel like he deserves better#doña paloma is my notp and while i've seen him shipped with chatana and prof mendoza before and like it well enough#there's almost nothing in canon to work with#maybe one of the agama brothers? but we see so little of them tbh#i'm guessing that this is why he gets shipped with OCs so often#the 'right' partner with whom he could have a truly healthy; healing and sustaining relationship doesn't exist in canon#and all the most interesting esteban ships aren't necessarily healthy#since they are with people who either have already fucked esteban up or who aren't interested/qualified in helping him heal#am intrigued by esteban/ivy tho so i may have to rewatch stf soonish and evaluate further
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Mickey Mouse's entry into the public domain comes with significant caveats. While the Mickey Mouse who appears in Steamboat Willie (and other media published in 1928 or earlier) is free to use, there's established precedent that specific elements of a character which appear exclusively in later works which still fall under copyright may be protected, if sufficiently distinctive.
(This is the basis of, e.g., the infamous "Sherlock Holmes can't respect women" lawsuit: the Doyle estate, which at the time owned only a tiny handful of the latest-written stories, the others having already fallen into the public domain, argued that specific personality traits which Holmes exhibits only in those later stories are sufficiently distinctive as to be the valid subject of an infringement claim.)
With respect to various elements of Mickey's visual design, such as his red shorts and signature gloves, the matter is clear: just don't use those for another few years. However, there's another thing Mickey's public domain iterations don't exhibit: speech.
The present consensus among copyright scholars seems to be that "a character speaking" is not sufficiently distinctive as to qualify for protection, but the vocal characterisation with which Mickey Mouse is famously associated may so qualify. So, if you want to be scrupulously safe, you can have him talk, but not in that exact specific voice.
Which raises a fun question: what voice would you give him? Wrong answers only.
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colleague!satoru gojo with a reader who often gets spoken over and interrupted. ❦ cw ; gn!reader. pure fluff <33
masterlist
colleague!gojo who’s the talk of the office wherever he goes. he’s the top salesman and for good reason, his numbers outshine those of the rest of the company as he uses his good looks and effortless charm to land deals. he clearly enjoys the attention too, because wherever he goes, the office seems to follow.
still, colleague!gojo notices there’s one face that’s never in the crowd. your pretty face. tucked into the back corner of the office buried in spreadsheets, you excuse your absence from gatherings by being too busy, but don’t think that colleague!gojo hasn’t noticed the truth.
because for all his bravado, he’s more observant than he’d have you think. you’re caught off-guard when you round a corner and spot colleague!gojo speaking with a number of your co-workers in a circle. pulling the earbuds from your ears, you tune in and attempt to offer your insight, only to get drowned out by a louder voice.
colleague!gojo’s heart sinks when you try to chip into the conversation again, but are quickly interrupted. the way you dejectedly cast your gaze to the side and put your earbuds back in before slipping away leaves his sharp blue eyes trailing after you. maybe you aren’t as shy as he’d once thought, just a quieter voice in the crowd.
colleague!gojo finds his way to your desk more often after that. It’s happenstance, he tells you, that clients simply need more numbers these days. proof that the company’s formula works. you don’t question him, you don’t interact with the sales team often and you have no reason to think he’s lying.
colleague!gojo loves the way you grin and giggle when he can’t help but flirt with you. something about the cadence of your voice and the genuine care in your eyes as he talks sales has him aching for more time with you. you may fall into the background to others, but you’re the goddamn star of the office to him.
colleague!gojo who finds you lingering at the edge of conversations more often and when you finally attempt to offer an opinion only to get talked over, he doesn’t let it slide. “what was that?” he queries, speaking over the person who interrupted you. he doesn’t mind the glares he gets in return, his eyes are only on you. meekly, you find your voice and get to say your piece.
colleague!gojo doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on him, chewing on your lower lip with a grateful expression. from that day forward, he makes a point to include you. coffee meetings and runs no longer miss your office, treats find their way to your office first and any gatherings seem to conveniently move near your little nook.
colleague!gojo’s new favorite place to sit becomes the side of your desk as he inquires about numbers. it may have started out as a lie, but the charts you provide actually do help him land deals.
leaning over your desk to get a glimpse of your screen as you explain something, colleague!gojo quickly notices the way your phrase trails off and you grow quiet. you brush him off when he asks why you got quiet, but he insists that you continue. he may come across as oblivious, but he knows you’re worried you’re talking too much. you’re not, though. and you should trust him, he’s the king of yapping and he knows what qualifies as ‘too much’. besides, he insists, you’re his friend.
friend!gojo who stops asking who in the office wants coffee and just shows up at your office with an expectant look. what starts uncertainly with you insisting you need to focus quickly becomes routine. You grab your coat and join his side.
friend!gojo quickly realizes you’re not as shy at all, you’re just a quieter presence than the rest of the office and you get spoken over a lot. he likes this side of you, the more excitable and chatty one that seems to be reserved for him and he hopes to see it more often.
friend!gojo who travels a lot for work and quickly finds himself coming to the realization that what started as passing thoughts of what you’re up to on the other side of the country has become longing. he misses you like hell.
friend!gojo who realizes just how down bad he is when he finds himself sending your coffee order to the office on the daily on one of his longest trips away. he doesn’t have your number, or hell even your extension, and he’s never felt himself blush quite as hard as he does when he needs to call the receptionist and have her patch him through to you.
friend!gojo didn’t even consider what he would say when he called, he just did it. now, sitting on the line with you, he’s stumbling through words just to ask for a spreadsheet. you giggle, and like music to his ears, you give him the confidence he needs to ask for your number.
sitting in his hotel room late that night, friend!gojo finds it in him to ask you out. he won’t be back until the end of the week and he doesn’t like the idea of not seeing you and hardly even talking to you the whole time he’s away.
friend!gojo pulls out all the stops for your date. he picks you up and even buckles you into the passenger seat, which makes you laugh as you insist it’s too much, and takes you on a drive of the outer city until you reach your destination.
friend!gojo makes his way around the car to open the door, watching the way the fair lights gleam in your eyes as he takes your hand. he keeps you close all night, making every cheesy move you can imagine. that adorable (but way too big) plush cat you point out? it’s yours on his third try (he’s just that good, he insists). the mini donuts you want to share? he would never say no to sweets. the photo booth you eye, unsure if you should say something? good luck hiding your longing stare from him, he’s dragging you inside.
friend!gojo who waits until you’re at the top of the ferris wheel to make a move. his lips are soft and sweet, with a light dusting of cinnamon sugar from the donuts you shared. you can’t help but laugh at just how cheesy the egotistical top salesman really is.
you keep things on the downlow within the company, not rushing to declare your interest in one another to the world and enjoying your time alone together, but you quickly become the talk of the office when a giant bouquet of flowers arrives one morning. no one knows who sent them to you, but they don’t need to ask when the top salesman returns from his outing and bolts to your office to capture your lips. from that moment forward, boyfriend!gojo wastes no expense sending you gifts whenever he’s away.
but most importantly, boyfriend!gojo never lets someone speak over you again.
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F1 GRID | accidentally confessing their love



୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri (since its nearing the start of the 2025 season feel free to comment anyone you'd like me to add to my grid posts <3) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested or not) : your f1 driver friend confessing how they really feel for you!! <3
୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff (suggestive if you squint during charles' part...) ୨ৎ : tws : slightly... suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 3372
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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i just feel like this is so cute and wholesome idk something this i need this love
ʚ・max verstappen
the night had been loud.
a red bull team party, music blasting, people laughing, and max was absolutely wasted. you had never seen him like this before, and honestly, it was kind of hilarious. max, the four-time world champion, was currently leaning half his weight on you, grinning like an idiot while mumbling something under his breath.
"max, you need water," you said, struggling to keep him upright as he practically draped himself over you.
"neeeee," he slurred dramatically. "i need you."
you rolled your eyes. "yeah, you need me to call you a cab."
max groaned, tilting his head back. "no, you." his words came out jumbled, but there was something… weirdly sincere about them. his drunken blue eyes stared into yours as he said, "i love you."
you blinked. "what?"
"i love you," he repeated, much too casual for something that insane to say out loud.
you laughed, patting his shoulder. "oh, okay. and tomorrow morning, you’ll love a big headache, too."
max frowned, clearly frustrated that you weren’t taking him seriously. his grip on your arm tightened slightly. "no, no, i mean it. i love you."
"you’re drunk."
"yeah, but i still love you."
"go to sleep, max."
"i love you."
"uh-huh."
—
the next morning, max showed up at your door looking like death itself.
sunglasses on, hoodie up, hair a mess, and a red bull can in hand like it was some kind of magical cure. you let him in without a word, watching as he flopped onto your couch with a heavy groan.
"never letting checo mix my drinks again," he muttered.
you smirked. "you mean never letting yourself mix your drinks?"
max lifted a hand weakly. "details."
you sat next to him, poking his shoulder. "so, do you remember anything from last night?"
his face scrunched in thought. "uh… i remember dancing, i remember lando laughing at me, and i remember… uh…" his voice trailed off as his posture stiffened slightly.
you watched him carefully. "you remember what?"
max’s hand came up, rubbing the back of his neck. "i may have said something stupid."
you raised an eyebrow. "oh, you mean confessing your undying love for me? yeah, i’d say that qualifies as stupid."
he groaned, sinking lower into the couch. "shit."
you laughed. "so, do you want to take that back, or…?"
max sat up suddenly, pulling off his sunglasses so he could look you dead in the eyes.
"no," he said, completely serious.
your breath caught.
max shook his head. "i don’t want to take it back. i meant it."
you blinked, not expecting that. "max…"
"i love you," he repeated, but this time, there was no alcohol in his system, no slurred words, no hazy grin. just him, just max, staring at you like he had known this truth for a long time.
your stomach flipped.
"say something," he mumbled, clearly nervous.
you smiled, your heart pounding. "you really have the worst timing, you know that?"
max exhaled a small laugh. "tell me something i don’t know."
you rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything else, he grabbed your hand, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"just tell me one thing," he said quietly. "do you love me back?"
you squeezed his hand. "i do."
max grinned, leaning his forehead against yours. "good."
ʚ・lewis hamilton
lewis was always grateful for you.
you had been there for everything, the highs, the lows, the chaotic last-minute travel plans, the quiet moments in between. being friends with lewis hamilton meant late-night phone calls when he couldn’t sleep, celebrating podiums like they were your own victories, and grounding him when the world became too much.
and lewis? he never took you for granted.
but it wasn’t until today that he realized why.
—
"you are an actual lifesaver," lewis said, flopping onto your couch with an exaggerated sigh.
you grinned, handing him a cup of tea before sitting down next to him. "all i did was fix your pr nightmare. you act like i just saved your championship season."
he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "no, because if i had to sit through one more meeting about my ‘social media strategy’ or listen to someone tell me how i should ‘connect with fans better,’ i was going to lose my mind. you handled that mess in, like, five minutes."
you smirked, sipping your own tea. "well, someone had to. you looked like you were about to crawl under the table and never come out."
lewis laughed, shaking his head. "not even joking, i considered it." he took a sip of tea, sighed happily, then looked over at you.
"i love you."
the words came out so easily, so naturally, that it didn’t even register at first.
you just smiled. "i know."
and for a moment, everything felt normal. because this was you and lewis. you had always been close. you had always been affectionate. saying "i love you" in moments like this wasn’t weird.
except this time, it was.
because suddenly, lewis stopped mid-sip, blinking like he had just realized what he said.
you felt it too.
the room got quieter, the air heavier. your heartbeat picked up, and when you looked at him, his expression had shifted…his usual effortless confidence replaced with something more uncertain.
"i mean, uh—" lewis started, clearing his throat. "you know, like… i love you in a friend way."
you raised an eyebrow. "do you?"
he opened his mouth, then closed it. "i… think so?"
you set your cup down, turning your body to face him fully. "because it sounded different this time."
lewis stared at you for a second, like he was replaying the last few moments in his head, analyzing them like a race strategy. then he exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
"yeah," he admitted, voice softer now. "it was different, wasn’t it?"
you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were sitting.
"do you want to take it back?" you asked.
he met your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "no."
your stomach flipped.
lewis shifted slightly, his knee brushing against yours. "you know i meant it, right?"
you nodded, barely breathing. "yeah."
he tilted his head, studying you like he was seeing you for the first time. "and?"
you bit your lip, your pulse racing. "and… i love you too."
lewis grinned, the kind of smile that could light up an entire room.
"that’s good," he said, voice warm, eyes soft. "because i really didn’t want to take it back."
ʚ・george russell
fighting with george russell was exhausting.
not because he yelled, he didn’t. not because he was mean, he wasn’t. but because george had this thing where he had to be logical, had to be rational, had to explain why he was right in a way that made you want to rip your hair out.
and right now? you were both standing in his kitchen, arguing over something so stupid that you weren’t even sure how it started.
"george, i swear to god, you are so stubborn!"
"me? i’m stubborn?" he gestured wildly. "you’re the one refusing to see reason!"
"you’re acting like you’ve never been wrong in your life!"
"because i’m not wrong about this!"
you groaned, throwing your hands up. "oh my god, you’re impossible!"
george scoffed, shaking his head. "you are impossible!"
the frustration was boiling over.
the tension in the room was thick.
and then, suddenly, george blurted out, "i love you, and you make me insane!"
you froze.
he froze.
the room went completely silent.
you blinked. "what?"
george exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "oh, for god's sake," he muttered, mostly to himself, before looking back at you. "i love you. and i don’t know why i decided right now was the perfect time to say it, but it’s true."
your heart was pounding. "you… love me?"
"yes," he huffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "you drive me crazy, you argue with me about the dumbest things, and you never let me have the last word—"
"because i’m right most of the time," you interrupted automatically.
george shot you a look. "see? this is what i mean."
you opened your mouth to argue again but stopped. because, holy shit, george russell just confessed his love for you.
and maybe you were still annoyed, and maybe you still thought he was wrong about whatever the hell you were fighting about, but none of that mattered anymore.
because you loved him too.
you swallowed. "well… for the record, i love you too."
george let out a breath, his whole body relaxing. "thank god."
and then, before you could say anything else, he closed the space between you, cupped your face, and kissed you, like he had been waiting to do it forever.
the argument? forgotten. the love? loud and clear.
ʚ・carlos sainz
carlos was always shamelessly flirty with you. the teasing, the winks, the ridiculous pick-up lines? flirting was practically his love language. and after years of friendship, you had gotten used to it.
mostly.
right now, he was watching you struggle with a jar of pasta sauce in his kitchen, leaning against the counter with that infuriating smirk of his.
"you need help, amor?"
you huffed, gripping the jar tighter. "i got it."
carlos snorted. "sure you do."
you shot him a glare before twisting the lid as hard as you could. nothing. the damn thing wouldn’t budge.
carlos reached for it. "come on, let me—"
you yanked it away. "no. i can do it."
he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "you are very stubborn."
carlos chuckled but didn’t argue. instead, he folded his arms and waited, watching you wrestle with the jar for another few seconds. finally, with an annoyed groan, you shoved it into his hands.
"fine. do it."
carlos grinned like he had just won a world championship, taking the jar with an exaggerated flourish. "watch and learn."
with one quick motion, he popped the lid off effortlessly and held it up like a trophy. "easy."
you narrowed your eyes at him. "i loosened it."
"of course you did," he said, eyes twinkling. "and you’re so lucky i love you, or i would let you struggle with every jar forever."
silence. the air in the kitchen shifted.
you stared at him, your brain short-circuiting. "what?"
carlos blinked. "huh?"
you took a step forward. "what did you just say?"
he hesitated, his confident expression faltering for the first time. "i said… you're lucky i—" he stopped, suddenly realizing what he had let slip.
your heart was racing now. "carlos."
he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "shit."
"you love me?" you asked, voice softer now.
carlos let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "i mean… yeah. kind of a lot, actually."
you just stood there, staring at him, completely thrown off by the way he was suddenly serious.
carlos sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "i was planning to say it differently. maybe over dinner, something romantic. not… after opening a damn jar."
a laugh bubbled up in your chest. "this is kind of perfect, though."
he raised an eyebrow. "you think so?"
you grinned, stepping closer. "yeah. because now, i get to say it back."
carlos's eyes flickered with something warm, something hopeful. "you do?"
you nodded. "yeah."
before you could say anything else, he pulled you in, his hands resting on your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours. "you are still very lucky, amor," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "yeah? and why’s that?"
carlos smirked before kissing you, slow and sweet.
"because now, i get to love you forever."
ʚ・charles leclerc
charles didn’t get mad.
not really. not in the way that others did. he wasn’t the type to yell, to throw things, to let his emotions get the best of him. he carried stress in his shoulders, in the tight clench of his jaw, in the way his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh.
but right now? right now, he was livid. and it was because of you.
"can you stop being so damn reckless for one second?" charles snapped, pacing the length of your apartment like he was trying to burn off the anger simmering beneath his skin.
you huffed, crossing your arms. "i wasn’t being reckless."
"you could have been hurt!" his voice cracked slightly, and that’s when you realized this was more than just frustration.
you sighed. "charles, i—"
"do you even care what happens to you?" he interrupted, his voice rising in a way you rarely ever heard from him. his hands curled into fists at his sides, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
you furrowed your brows. "of course, i do! but i had it under control—"
"no, you didn’t!"
the words were sharp, cutting through the tense air between you. charles never yelled. he never raised his voice at you. but tonight, something was different.
you took a step closer. "why are you so upset?"
charles let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "are you serious?" he turned toward you fully now, eyes burning with something raw, something you didn’t quite understand yet.
and then, all at once, he snapped.
"i care about you, can't you see that i love you?!"
the words hung between you, heavy and unshakable.
your breath caught, your heart slamming against your ribs as charles stood there, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling like he had just run a race.
slowly, the realization of what he had just said seemed to settle in. his expression shifted, frustration fading into something more vulnerable, something exposed.
he swallowed hard. "merde," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "i—"
"you love me?" you whispered, voice barely above a breath.
charles exhaled, his entire body deflating. "yes." there was no hesitation, no backtracking. just the truth. "i do."
silence stretched between you, thick and charged, the weight of his confession pressing into the space like a live wire.
your lips parted, but no words came out. because what could you even say to that?
charles ran a hand over his face. "i know i shouldn't have said it like that. i know this isn't the right moment, but damn it, i can't just sit here and watch you act like nothing matters, like you don’t matter."
your throat tightened, and suddenly, you weren’t thinking about the argument anymore. you weren’t thinking about the reckless thing you had done, the stress that had led to this moment.
you were thinking about him.
the way his hands were still clenched at his sides, like he was holding himself back. the way his eyes darkened as they flickered down to your lips for just a second, just long enough for heat to pool in your stomach.
"say something," he murmured, his voice lower now, softer, but no less intense.
you swallowed hard. "i—i didn’t know you felt that way."
charles took a step closer, slow and deliberate, until there was barely any space left between you. "you do now."
your breath hitched. "and what happens now?"
his gaze dropped to your lips again, lingering this time. "that depends," he murmured, "are you going to let me show you how much i mean it?"
the air was thick, charged with something electric, something inevitable.
you barely had time to nod before his lips crashed against yours, urgent and desperate, like he had been holding this in for years.
and maybe, just maybe…he had.
ʚ・lando norris
being best friends with lando norris meant you were used to his nonsense.
you were used to his chaotic energy, his terrible dad jokes, his ability to trip over literally nothing, and the way he could never sit still for more than two minutes. you were used to the weird stares he gave you when he was deep in thought, and you were definitely used to the way he sometimes just blurted out whatever was on his mind with zero warning.
but this? this was new.
you were sitting across from him in his living room, scrolling through your phone while he aimlessly clicked through the tv, trying to find something to watch. it was quiet, comfortable, and perfectly normal.
until lando, completely unprompted, stared at you and blurted out, "i love you."
your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. "what?"
lando blinked, eyes wide, as if he had only just processed what had come out of his own mouth.
"oh. uh." he cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "i said… i love glue?"
you squinted. "lando."
he coughed, looking absolutely panicked now. "i meant… i love zoo. the zoo. love the zoo. animals are great."
you deadpanned. "lando."
"i love you." he sighed in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "okay, yeah, that’s what i said."
you stared at him, half amused, half trying to figure out if he was messing with you. "you just…randomly decided to say that?"
he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "i didn’t mean to say it! i was just looking at you and thinking about it and then…boom. my brain short-circuited and now i want to throw myself into the ocean."
you bit your lip, watching the way he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat, the tips of his ears turning red.
it was kind of adorable.
"so," you said, leaning back. "you love me?"
lando shot you a half-hearted glare. "yeah, obviously."
you smirked. "you love me."
he groaned again, throwing his head back against the couch. "are you seriously going to make me suffer right now?"
"yes," you said immediately, grinning. "because this is hilarious."
lando grumbled something under his breath, still refusing to look at you.
you scooted closer, nudging his leg with your foot. "hey."
he peeked at you through his fingers. "what?"
you smiled, softer this time. "i love you too."
his hand dropped from his face as his eyes flickered to yours. "wait. you do?"
you laughed. "obviously."
the relief that washed over him was instant. his whole body relaxed, and that familiar, cheeky grin of his came back full force.
"good," he said, reaching over to pull you into a dramatic hug. "because that would've been really awkward if you didn't."
you snorted. "lando, it was already awkward."
ʚ・oscar piastri
oscar was a quiet kind of chaotic.
sure, he wasn’t as loud as some of the other drivers, but he had his moments…usually when he was sleep-deprived, caught off guard, or in this case, accidentally confessing his feelings through text.
it happened late at night, when you were already in bed, casually texting him like you always did. the conversation was nothing special, just something about the race next weekend, a stupid meme he sent, and your usual back-and-forth teasing.
and then, out of nowhere, a new message popped up from oscar.
oscar: yeah okay but i love you though
your heart stopped.
you blinked at the screen, reading the message once, twice, three times, just to make sure your brain wasn’t playing tricks on you.
before you could even process it, the familiar typing… bubble appeared.
then disappeared.
then came back.
then disappeared again.
you could feel his panic through the screen.
finally, another text came through.
oscar: wait no oscar: i didn’t mean to send that oscar: ok i mean i did but not like this oscar: i am going to jump into traffic
you bit your lip, torn between laughing at his very obvious meltdown and screaming because holy shit, oscar just told you he loves you.
before he could actually throw himself into oncoming traffic, you typed back.
you: so you love me, huh?
the typing bubble appeared. stopped. appeared again.
then:
oscar: erm. yeah?
you grinned, your heart flipping as you typed back.
you: good. because i love you too.
the typing bubble stayed still for a long time. then:
oscar: okay i take it back, this was the perfect way to say it.


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