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seeing a lot of videos that are like “I didn’t know babies couldn’t have water” so here’s an incomplete list of things you need to know before having a baby
- the obvious, they can’t have water bc milk is incredibly high in water already so excess water leads to over hydration
- babies cannot have honey until 1
- if ur breastfeeding your kid and saving excess milk, make sure you label what you pumped in the morning vs at night bc your body produces different melatonin levels throughout the day and giving your baby daytime milk at night can make them more alert and fuck up their sleep schedule
- idk why ppl keep saying this but swaddling your babies or getting them those baby straight jacket things is not abuse. It chills them out cuz it reminds them of the womb
- babies have a dandruff like buildup on their head called cradle cap, and it’s very easy to deal with and remove with just some baby shampoo, a gentle scrub brush (MADE FOR BABIES!!) and a comb. It does need to be removed tho cuz it can be very painful after a while. This can also continue to happen late into toddlerhood it’s normal
- you have to clean out the creases of your baby’s skin and hands and feet they WILL collect dust😭😭
- you cannot bathe your baby until their umbilical cord naturally falls off. Use a warm damp rag until then
- tummy time is actually very important
- your baby might have a misshapen head at first (not all the time but sometimes) this will either sort itself out or they’ll need a corrective helmet ask your doctor
- I wouldn’t recommend having your baby leave the house very much until they’re at least 6 months old, especially if they’re born near cold and flu season cuz the common cold can kill a newborn
- you’re not an awful horrible person for having postpartum depression and it’s always a million times better to let your baby cry a few minutes longer than normal while you regain your composure than to freak out and give ur kid shaken baby syndrome
- you’re not an awful horrible person for giving your baby formula milk either
- don’t put shoes on your baby it’ll compromise their toe box and balance
- babies put every single thing in their mouths
- the easiest way to burp a baby is to hold them straight up (spine straight) and hold their head a bit higher
- always support their head they barely have necks
- if your baby fights away food, fights tummy time, vomits every single time you burp them, is gaining or losing an unreasonable amount of weight at a time, wheezes after eating, or goes red after eating, chances are they’re probably allergic to the type of milk they’re eating (again ask a doctor but these are just some signs it’s not just colic)
- they will wobble a lot when learning to do things but you gotta fight the urge to help them every single time cuz they gotta learn
- they’re not always spitting out baby food cuz they don’t like it they just don’t know how to eat. Like they don’t know how to push food down they only know how to stick their tongue out so be patient
- babies craniums are broken up into three parts at first that later fuse together, this is to help make birthing easier but it results in a small EXTREMELY sensitive spot in the top of their head that has no protection. This puts their brain at a high risk. Always protect their soft spot
- read to your baby!! Get cute bright colorful sensory books with sight words and read them to your baby it makes such a huge difference in their educational growth and will help them acquire a love for reading early on. And talk to them never shut up just say whatever comes to mind all the time this will strengthen their vocabulary growth also.
- babies poop like a lot. A lot. an unreasonable amount. Bring back up clothes and more diapers than you think
- no pillows or stuffies in the crib and only use a muslin blanket unless it’s especially cold to prevent suffocation
- babies kick reflexively until they’re out of their newborn scrunch (they stay womb shaped for a while) and if your baby is crying and pushing at the swaddle try letting them flail around for a minute
- consoling your baby is not spoiling them ! They need comfort and they will learn to self soothe on their own
- singing lullabies actually works, they can recognize your voice a consistent place of comfort from the womb and the cadence of lullabies is literally engineered to create a calm headspace
- for the love of god do not get boring ass beige toys. Colors are important for their neurological development
- babies are very responsive to praise from a young age so be as supportive of them as you can
- babies get constipated a lot and you have to do like tummy massages to help ease their pain the easiest way is to lay them on their backs and hold one foot in each hand, kick their feet like bicycles, scrunch up, and then stretch their legs out
- holding them on your hip too much will not cause bow legged-ness if your baby is bow legged that was always gonna happen
- they drool so so much and you have to get bibs for them so they don’t get chest eczema
- don’t use scented products on their skin cuz their skin is sooo much thinner than ours
- when your baby first starts sitting on their own never walk away from them without setting up a nest of pillows and blankets around them. Even minor head trauma can mess them up sometimes
- this one is kinda morbid and scary but sometimes babies just die out of nowhere and it’s no one’s fault or anything it’s called sudden infantile death syndrome(SIDS) and it’s about 1.3k deaths on average per year in America so not super common but still very real. 90% of these deaths happen during the first four months however edit: apparently it’s bc of an enzyme deficiency which at the very least you can take steps to try and prevent
- smoking and drinking during pregnancy WILL affect your baby and your breast milk and also might contribute to SIDS cases
- babies sometimes have a big red mark on them somewhere called a stork bite immediately after birth but typically it goes away
- babies can’t see very well for a while after birth and they’re VERY wobbly so they’ll typically bonk their head into your chest and face a lot while trying to support themselves
- female babies might have smth similar to a period the first few days after birth, this is because of the hormone transfer that happens during the birthing process and the days leading up to it
- male babies get random erections for the first few days after birth(hormone transfer again) literally do not be weird about this it’s a baby
- things like weaning your baby onto solid foods, potty training, weaning off pacifiers etc, can actually be directed by the baby and will happen naturally will minimal guidance from the parent(some guidance is still necessary) although I would do individual research into baby led weaning for food to prevent choking
- get those chewy feeding pouches to help with weaning
- the most random things will scare the hell out of your baby don’t take it personal 😭
- baby carriers are life savers (tulas are one of my favorites)
- once babies hit toddlerhood they’re tougher than you think, and a lot of their reaction is based on YOURS. they’re always going to be looking to you for how to react to a situation. Remain calm and if they’re ok they’ll calm down but if they’re genuinely hurt they’ll keep crying
- babies will most likely get ridiculously attached to an inanimate object and you have to keep this thing intact at all costs until they’re old enough to abandon it or they will throw a FIT. I got a lemur plushie from a zoo once and every single one of the kids has bonded their soul with it until about 6 years old and once a month I have to stitch him back up
- don’t compare yourself to other parents. Maybe your kid isnt getting grass fed wild caught north Atlantic cheerios but at least they’re fed. If your kid is alive and healthy and happy you’re doing a good job
- you will need 3 car seats, an infant seat, a grow with me toddler seat, and a booster seat
- getting a good diaper bag is a MUST
- the hair a baby is born with will most likely all fall out or they’ll get a bald spot on the back of their head where they sleep cuz their hair is so fragile and thin but once it grows back it grows back thick
- get like 20 muslin blankets so you always have a backup when the main ones are covered in spit up
- the babies grip IS stronger than yours (keep your hair up and keep pets away best you can)
- your best bet for your teething baby is a pacifier you can put your finger in so you can massage their gums and some chewing toys numbing cream can be dangerous and should be used sparingly
- go ahead and come to terms with the fact you’re gonna have to use a Frida Baby to manually remove snot
- babies can get hair and thread wrapped around their toes and fingers that can cut off their circulation try to make a habit of checking
- don’t hit your kid please it’s nothing but trauma and fucked up coping mechanisms from there pls empathize with your child they’re a person too
- be careful not to pull too hard on their arms and legs(like during play or holding their hand while they walk) and NEVER pick them up by their hands this will very easily cause dislocation
- they might have a little tooth like callous on their lip from their pacifier. This does not hurt them and it will go away but it may hurt during breastfeeding
- breastfeeding will make your boobs different sizes
Yeag that’s all I can think of rn but yk i Will add as I remember stuff ppl are also adding things I forgot in the tags in case you’d like to look thru that as well <3
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Our Aurora : Chapter 3
Poly!Ot8!Ateez x afab/female!Reader
Summary: Attending university with your eight boyfriends wasn’t easy, neither was sharing a mansion with them.
Warnings: MDNI, this mini series includes tons of smut, slight violence, protective ateez, poly relationship, established relationship, mentions of mxm, choking, other smut themes.
SMUT ONLY CHAPTER
WC: 1.9k
AU: University
Genre: Smut/fluff
Nets: @newworldnet
Tags: @deltamoon666 @watermelon2319 @justconniez @a-teez-4-exo @mingtinysworld @certifiedmoa @kittkat44 @sanhwalvr @spenceatiny18 @vtyb23 @sousydive @haebaragisworld @yourallaround-simp @therealcuppicake @ja3hwa @angel-hyuckie @mingisdoll @minkilicious @hwallazia
SERIES MASTERLIST
“Jongho?” You called out to your boyfriend in the passenger seat.
Yunho glanced at you from the rear view mirror, already seeing you unbuckle yourself in the backseat, “Y/N, put that seat belt back on this-“
“No. Jongho, please take your cock out.” You licked your lips as you leaned over the console from the backseat.
Jongho dropped his phone in his lap, “W-what?” You and Yunho had just picked Jongho up from soccer practice and you were horny as fuck.
“What the fuck, Y/n?” Jongho slowly turned to stare at you.
“You heard me, whip your cock out.” You stared down at his clenched fists.
Yunho gripped the steering wheel, he wanted to watch so bad, watch his girlfriend give his boyfriend a handjob.
“Yes, I did in fact hear you, but..” Jongho sighed, “We are on the highway, I can’t just take my dick out.”
“Jongho, baby, the windows are tinted, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.” You sat back in your seat, “I’ll just fuck myself back here.”
Yunho growled and you both stopped what you were doing to look at him, “Fuck, you two are so annoying.” He pushed his glasses up his nose and swerved to find an empty lot, cars honking at him for driving recklessly.
When he found a safe place, he turned off the car, “Y/N, up here, now.”
You grumbled to yourself and climbed up front, not sure who to sit on, “Um..”
Yunho pushed his seat back and reclined it, yanking you to sit on his lap, “You just couldn’t wait till we got home to fuck the star boy, could you? Should I punish you?” You let out a whimper as he grinded you on his bulge.
Jongho let out a loud gulp as he palmed his growing erection, “Yunho..don’t you think-“
“Shut up, Jongho, unless you want me to punish you too.” Yunho had thrown his glasses in the backseat and glared at the younger male.
You smacked Yunho’s shoulder, “Stop being mean to him, he didn’t do anything.” Yunho quirked up his lip in annoyance, grabbing your throat with his long fingers.
“I really should shut that mouth of yours, shouldn’t I?” His other hand came to palm your covered breast, “Because all you seem to do is yap and yap.”
Jongho didn’t know what to do in this moment, he froze up. He could only watch as his male lover fondled your body and roughed you up. He watched as Yunho latched his lips onto your collarbone. His cock was aching by now, begging to be freed from his shorts.
Yunho ripped open your shirt to access more of your chest, “Yunho!” You gasped, the sudden air exposure bringing chills to your nipples.
This was so hot in Jongho’s eyes, he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled his cock out. He sighed in relief and rested his head on the headrest, closing his eyes as he listened to your moans and whines. All because of Yunho.
Yunho gripped your waist tightly, “Strip. Bare.”
You didn’t even hesitate, just too excited to finally have a cock inside of you after being horny all day. You’d take any of your boyfriends.
Jongho lightly panted from the side, “Yunho, please, I need to be inside of her. Can we go home?”
Yunho slapped your ass and stared at Jongho, “You can wait, I’m going in first. So be patient like the little good boy you are, got it? Maybe I’ll fuck you after.”
Jongho didn’t want to wait, he’s been so pent up with his never ending practices, especially with the big game coming up. He just wanted to be inside one of his lovers or maybe the other way around. He just didn’t have time. He could only suffer as he watched Yunho caress and fondle your body. He could only watch as your bare body shivered from the cold air. He could only watch as Yunho’s long fingers slip inside your dripping cunt, eager and ready to suck his digits in.
Your body arched towards Yunho, your nipples pressing against his warm cardigan. You had enough of his teasing and rocked your hips but he gripped your hip with free hand, forcing you to stop.
“Did I say you could move, brat?” His eyes were glazed over in either anger or lust. You honestly couldn’t tell.
A whimper escaped your throat, “I’m sorry, Yuyu.”
A smirk painted his cheeks, “There’s a good girl, now behave.”
Jongho couldn’t even touch his neglected cock, too afraid of what Yunho would do. As much as he wanted to fuck his fist right there, he couldn’t. He didn’t want the punishment he knew would come. He just knew Yunho would tie him up with a vibrator tied to his cock head, never letting him cum. He didn’t want that. He couldn’t handle it.
All he wanted was to fuck his girlfriend.
Yunho reached between the two of your bodies and unbuckled his pants, allowing his long and thick cock to slip out, hitting your abdomen.
“I’m gonna fuck you, cum inside, then, we’re go home. And then, you’re gonna lay on the bed, Jongho is gonna fuck you, if he’s a good boy. While he’s doing that, I’m gonna fuck him. Sound good?” Yunho rubbed your waist and pulled out his fingers, your slick sticking to his fingers. A perfect example of how you never wanted to separate from any of your lovers.
“Yes!” You cried out.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir. Please, cum inside, sir!”
“That’s a good girl.” Yunho and Jongho watched as he pushed his cock inside, the sound of you whimpering caught their attention. They couldn’t help but groan.
Yunho was stretching you out so good. You never will get used to it and you know it.
Jongho fisted his shorts. He just couldn’t take the way he watched your cunt suck in Yunho with such ease. It didn’t help that you had eight boyfriends to stretch your hole whenever you wanted. You weren’t loose by any means, you were tight still. But you had such skill to easily take Yunho as big as he is.
Yunho guided your waist up and down, grinning as he saw your face contort into something of pure pleasure. He went to cup your breast, the cold metal of his rings brought shivers to your skin.
You moaned as his cock hit all the right places. The car windows were beginning to steam up from the sex. To top it off, Jongho couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped his fingers around his thick cock, muttering curses under his breath.
A ring of your slick and cum wrapped around Yunho’s cock. His heavy breathing did not help the steamy air, nor the way his hand gripped his girth. He was imagining he was the one inside of you, twisting his fist and pumping with each movement that Yunho made, just to simulate as if he was the one fucking you into oblivion. He knew he’d get his turn but he was impatient.
He’d just have to wait his turn.
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Jongho carried you up the stairs, ignoring your other boyfriends calls, it was his turn and he wanted it badly.
Yunho was grinning ear to ear as he followed the two of you to your bedroom.
Jongho threw onto the bed, already stripping himself of his soccer uniform. He was ready to pounce, “Come on, pretty, strip for us.” He gave his standing cock a few strokes and waited in anticipation.
Yunho made his way to the seat in the corner.
When Jongho finally had his cock head to your entrance, you just couldn’t wait and whined for his body to be pressed against yours.
“Jongho, please, hurry, want you inside already.”
“Patience, Y/N.” He grabbed his base and slowly pushed in, groaning as your cunt squeezed his thick girth, “Fuck, Yunho just stretched you out and you’re still tight?” Jongho couldn’t take the way you felt around him, he wanted to cum then and there.
Yunho licked his lips while he watched you struggle to take Jongho, even if he did just fuck you in the car. He wanted to laugh, but kept it to himself. He wasn’t a maniac. Well, maybe a little. He liked making you scream and cry on his cock. With him, Jongho, and Mingi being the biggest cocks out of your eight boyfriends, he knew you struggled to take each one.
It was funny and cute.
Your fingernails scraped along Jongho’s back as he pounded into your hole, sparing no mercy. He was so happy to finally be snug inside.
Your whimpers and moans filled the room, the skin slapping could be heard in the separate rooms. If Seonghwa was home, and in his room you were sure he’d be pissed right now. Seeing as now is around the time he usually studies.
“Come on, Y/N, you can do it. Take my cock like the good girl you are.” Jongho grunted, gripping your waist tightly, “Come on, baby, have this tight cunt make me cum.” He could feel Yunho’s cum each time he fucked into you, the squelching didn’t help it.
“Jongho!” You had your nth orgasm of the night, you couldn’t take it, the overstimulation was becoming unbearable and yet you knew they’d wanna do double penetration. Maybe you could convince them to wait till later. You knew they’d listen to your every word.
Yunho stood up and approached you on the bed, taking your fingers and wrapping them around his cock, “Make me cum again, yeah?”
You could barely focus on pumping the heavy cock in your hands as Jongho went relentless on your cunt, he was getting sloppier which meant he was getting close.
“Fuck, Jongho! Slow down.” Your head snapped up to catch Jongho focusing on the way his cock slipped in and out, the way his tongue hung out of his mouth. It was so hot, but he was getting rough. Which you usually didn’t mind. If you hadn’t already fucked the other monster cock in the room not that long ago.
His cum spurted in ropes, whining as he was finally at his limit, “Oh, baby, so good.” His hair stuck to his forward and he never looked so attractive.
“Jongho..” You whined for him, feeling him pull out.
Yunho lightly smacked your breast to get your attention back on him, “Come on, don’t lose focus on me now.”
Right. You had to give equal attention when fucking more than one of them, “Sorry, Yuyu.” You let go of his cock and leaned over to wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around.
“Such a good girl..” He groaned and gripped your hair.
Meanwhile, Jongho left for the bathroom to clean himself off and prepare to take care of you once Yunho got his fill.
Yunho was growing impatient and decided to just fuck your face, your gagging only spurred him on.
Your eyes fluttered open to stare up at him and his fucked out face, he also looked so hot and attractive. How lucky you are to have so many loving and hot boyfriends who took care of your every need.
Yunho held your face close to his pelvis so that he cum shot straight down your throat, gulping it all down. He grinned and patted your cheek, “Good girl, did such a good job for us.”
Jongho returned with towels and water, “Geez, Yunho, she looks spent. The hell did you do?”
He shrugged and sat beside you, wiping the cum away from the corner of your lips.
“Eh, who cares. She loved it, didn’t you baby?”
You nodded with a weak smile, “Every time.”
“God, you two are weird.”
“You love us.
“Do I?”
“Jongho!”
“I’m joking, I love you all.”
#ateez x reader#ateez smut#hongjoong smut#x reader#san x reader#choi san x reader#seonghwa smut#song mingi#yunho x reader#jongho smut#yunho smut#yeosang smut#wooyoung smut
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Full Throttle
summary: Harry get’s into a bad crash during a race which leads to the exposure of your secret relationship
warnings: none-ish
pairing: formula1driver!arry x bossesdaughter! reader
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The sound of people chattering and cars zooming loudly filled your ears
You were sat in the box with he other race engineers, all eyes glued to the big screens that were mounted onto the wall, you fixed the position of you headset you don’t know how many times already, your leg was bouncy up and down like crazy
Growing up surrounded by this environment you would think you would be use to this already but of course that changed when it was someone you cared about on that race track
Your Dad was The Managing Director for Ferrari, since you can remember, you and your sisters would always tag along and watch the races sometimes out in the stands with your Mom or by the technical team, watching them fix up the cars quickly in the box and getting overly excited when they rushed back into the race which blew a huge gust of wind your way and brushed your hair all over your faces
You met Harry when he was freshly up incoming for Mercedes at 21 years old, whenever you come around during the summer and help your dad, while learning some things about the different roles when it comes to the sport, he would roam around till he found you in the snack room and you started talking since
Well mostly him bugging you any chance he could, when he won in The Australian Grand Prix, he hopped off the car and ran straight towards you “I think a congratulations kiss is in order” his smirk was spread wide across his face, you rolled your eyes, arms crossed against your chest “Beat it before my dad see’s you over here Styles” he smiled and ran back to his team, jumping on them to give them a hug, resulting in almost crashing all of them into the ground
Four years later he joined Ferrari at 25 years old, you were currently finished with being an intern and joined race engineers, imagine the look on your face when you walked into the schedule meeting and see the sly smirking British man sitting there next to your dad
“Where’s my welcome to the team kiss?” He was leaned again the wall of the snack room, right where it all began “Can’t push me away now since we’re teammates” you rolled your eyes “Are you here just to annoy me even more? Cause this is a huge step that may resolve in a restraining order” he shrugged and picked up a water from the mini fridge “Who knows but I see this as a win win situation” before he was about to leave the room he turned back around and leaned down to your ear whispering “No getting rid of me now sweetheart” he pecked your cheek, smiling wildly out the room leaving you stun in your spot
Throughout his time with Ferrari, there was an odd thing going on between you and Harry, everyone noticed it, but you tried to ignore it as best as you could, sure you couldn’t help the sigh of relief you let out each time he finished a race in mint condition or the small smiles you would send each other across the rooms
At one point you finally admitted to yourselves that you had attraction towards each other and went on a few dates, at night of course as you didn’t want to bring an up roar in the morning with the press if you were seen with one of Ferrari’s top driver, especially with eh position your dad is in, you just knew the headlines would be wild
Even with secretly dating for a year now, it’s hard to do anything, let alone hold hands, it’s a good thing you’re families okay with it or else this would make your relationship ever harder then it already is
“He’s going to be okay love” your dad squeezed your hand tenderly, you tried your best to hide your worries into your smile “I know, it’s just you know how nervous I get sometimes” he nodded and smiled “He’s the best of the best, nothing can go wrong even with his track record” he said before heading back to his spot next to the track
The beep of the starter lights began to sound off
All three of you scooted to the end of your seated and breath hitched once the lights turned green
Half an hour in and the charts were looking good, Harry was close to second place coming behind his teammate Leclerc, right when he’s about to hit that mark Lewis Hamilton looses control of his breaks and crashes into Harry’s rear right tire, sending both of them tumbling toward the edge of the track
“Fuck” you mumbled quickly standing up from your seat, “Harry, you alright mate?” Roger the technical manager called out from the headset, it was quite for a minute but it felt like years before Harry answered “Yeah I’m good” he coughed, from the corner of the screen you could see the Marshalls already on the scene to make sure Harry and Lewis were safe from the impact
Minutes later Harry was back in the box, his face covered with debris and scratches
Everyone came up to him to congratulate on a good job he did so far before the crash happen, after the crowd settled down you dropped your headset onto the counter and ran towards him
He immediately reacted and wrapped his arm tightly around you, the other clutching your head, “I’m okay baby” he whispered pecking your forehead, every stood and starred at you both, a look of shock scattered on their faces
Letting go you cupped his face, looking for anymore injuries he may have “Hey, hey I’m fine love” he smiled softly bringing your hands down and wiping off the tears on your cheek
“Don’t ever scare me like that again” you lightly punched his chest “No promises” he smiled down at you
a/n: sorry for the long wait (and the quick ending), I was so busy with college I lost track of time but I’m trying to get as much writing as I can done, hope you enjoyed this one! <3
#harry styles#formula 1#harry styles x reader#hshq#harry styles x y/n#formula 1 x reader#harry styles imagine#harry styles blurb
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< event m.list┆inside their phones
characters: vil, leona, cater
details: gn!reader / i forgot to verify vil sorry T-T
﹫cater diamond
the cringiest but sweetest boyfriend ever. I’M SORRY he’s trying to be the boy of your dreams but he’s flopping. he loves u so much though, so ignore how cheesy he is and appreciate that he’s gotten into all your favourite music artists :(
he adds a gazillion heart emojis by your contact name and it changes everyday because he can’t stick with one
he may be cringe but he is free
anyone who follows him on any sort of social media groans whenever he posts. it’s 99% of the time going to be him gushing about you. at least half of the school know how in love he is with you — his highlights on magicam can attest to that…
he’s the type of guy to share how long your facetime calls are with everyone (they last HOURS.. sometimes you guys don’t even talk, you just like being in each other’s presence. you’re too lazy to go see each other in person)
overall an amazing boyfriend, always making sure you know you’re loved. please do the same for him too!! you know, for when he feels a little low.
﹫ vil schoenheit
subtly flaunts your relationship but nobody knows who you are. it’s like the world’s biggest mystery. “Who Is Dating Vil Schoenheit?” trends online every few weeks
he’s gatekeeping you but he’s also showing you off?? like??? brags about you on his story but doesn’t say enough for anyone to connect the dots
if you eventually make it to his magicam page, just know you have won at life. this will be your biggest accomplishment. he’ll be super serious about the whole situation, since he’s exposing your relationship to a ton of fans; he doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed or pressured by the exposure
he might start managing your social media account as well. you both have matching themes <3
﹫ leona kingscholar
leona does not use social media.
he’s just terrible with a phone overall, he forgets he has it on him and you guys miss each others’ calls. prefers when you’re with him in person because he can’t use these stupid apps!
in fact, he only made a magicam account so you could tag him in your posts.
people keep thinking you’re single, he got irritated
he also finds himself stalking your page every week or so because he’s wondering why he’s never seen any of these photos you’ve been posting??
and who on earth is taking these photos of you? why isn’t he the cameraman?
denies that he stalks your page even though you’re certain he has post notifications on because he’s always first like. (he doesn’t know any other magicam function)
once you let him on your phone and he accidentally started a live
he was half-asleep and shirtless. he couldn’t find the end live button so he switched off your phone and threw it. it was the talk of the school for a LONG time
trivial things like magicam are just a waste of time for him, he’d rather not
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#event・recently deleted 🗑#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst smau#twst texts#twst fake texts#cater x reader#cater diamond x reader#leona x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#vil x reader#🐾・/ rggie twst
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@pricegazweek Day 2 - Shotgun
Tags: smoking, shotgunning, discussion of illness and death, pre-relationship (or the liminal space between that and romance)
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“I don’t think our target is going to show up today.”
Gaz, looking out to the empty street from the window, lowers his binoculars. “No, I don’t think so either,” he admits and sits down on the floor where Price already is located, hiding under the window’s ledge, gun propped up against the wall.
“Tomorrow?” he asks and Price shrugs.
“Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe better to keep watch either way, but I have a hunch.” He sniffles. “And it rarely leads me astray.”
“Ah yeah, the famous hunch,” Gaz rolls his eyes and gets an amused look. Price returns to patting his pocket. His eyes light up as he finds what he wants, a cigar and a lighter, and he lights it with an air of gratitude that only a good nicotine hit can sate. Gaz is suddenly grateful he closed the windows – such an obvious tell would be the most embarrassing to be found out.
They’ve been on the look out for two days now and their target is nowhere in sight. Price assured him this is nothing abnormal – him and MacMillan waited for Zakhaev for three days back in Pripyat, apparently, and Gaz hopes they won’t break that record this time.
Gaz sets his weapon on his lap, muzzle facing away from Price, and starts disassembling it as Price smokes. The smoke puffs in the air like from a great dragon, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“You know,” Gaz says, “there is no safe exposure to secondhand smoke.”
“Yeah?” Price replies, blowing smoke in his direction. Gaz waves it away, holding back a laugh.
“My sister ranted about it to my brother once,” he explains. “Last leave. Told him to stay away from his smoker friends, when they’re out.”
“I’m sure that went over well.”
“I’m sure it did,” Gaz sighs. “Didn’t have the heart to tell her that my boss smokes constantly.”
“Like a chimney,” Price grunts and Gaz can’t fight back the grin anymore.
“I didn’t say it,” he simply quips back and knows that if they were any closer, Price would elbow him for his insolent behavior, like a proper commanding officer.
“Could be worse,” Price says then, inspecting his cigar. “A nasty habit, this one. Started years ago and was never able to stop. So don’t ever start.”
“As if the exposure won’t do it,” Gaz chuckles.
“Well, there are worse ways to go.”
“What, worse than lung cancer?”
“That’ll be my problem, won’t it,” Price drawls and were his Captain any other person, he would have winked.
“Not exactly,” Gaz says, taking out a rag to clean the parts of his gun, hands working as they speak. “It’s even more dangerous to the bystander.”
“Really, now?”
“Heightened risk, same result.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Inflammatory and respiratory effects appear within 60 minutes,” Gaz rattles on, and then turns to look at Price. “Can last up to three hours.”
“Hm.”
“Isn’t it interesting?” Gaz asks, putting the parts of his gun aside. “That it lingers like that?”
“Not just on your clothes,” Price’s eyes rake over his form and it makes him shiver.
“But inside you too,” Gaz confirms. Price blinks slowly and takes another inhale of his cigar.
“That is interesting, Sergeant,” he says, blowing the smoke away this time.
He’s not a stupid man.
Gaz doesn’t know what this reaction means – perhaps it excites him? Knowing he never leaves Gaz’s system, even when they’re apart. That he lingers in Gaz’s work clothes, his fatigues too… He mourns a little when he puts the clothes into the wash, willing the scent to stay – but it always fades away after a wash, unlike the smoke in Gaz’s lungs. It creeps into every part of him – from his lungs to his blood stream, his heart, his brain, envelops him into a deadly embrace from within; a warm sort of burn that doesn’t abate once the light is out. He wonders what it would be like to get it right from the source, not just have a scent memory that takes him back to the backseat of a car, to an office, to a quiet night on a mission. He’s never been a real smoker, but he could try. His fingers itch with the absence.
“Being with you is a little like secondhand smoking, you know,” Gaz blurts out.
“Being?” Price raises a brow and Gaz tries not to flush.
“Working.”
“Go on.”
“Leads to premature death.”
That makes Price laugh out loud, making him cough and cover his mouth with his fist. Gaz grins, willing his palpitating heartbeat to calm down – surely this isn’t the moment that his heart gives up on him, of all places, not on the job and exfil nowhere to be seen.
“You’re right about that,” Price chuckles once he’s recovered from his coughing fit. “Can’t tell which is going to kill you first, serving under me or my smoking.”
“I think we’ll find out,” Gaz shrugs. “Visit me at the hospital?”
“I’ll bring flowers to your grave every week, Sergeant,” Price says almost earnestly. Gaz nearly thanks him, save for the look in his eye. “But a pity. To die for the second-best thing.”
“At least I’d die from a real bullet.”
“You think I’ve tainted you enough by now?” Price muses.
“I think you did it by the trip to Moldova.”
“Like a smoke sauna, that car.”
“You ever been?”
“Nikolai took me once. You’d never know the difference.”
“I think I became a firsthand smoker,” Gaz grumbles, the memory of the stench of the smoke lingering in the car seats still ingrained in his memory.
“Almost like the real thing,” Price says.
His eyes linger on Gaz’s, then move to the stillness of the room. The smoke rises above them, swirling in the low light.
“Would you ever offer me one?”
“One of my cigars? Never.”
“Why is that?”
“Cigarettes suit you better,” Price says, voice low. ���Your fingers… More slender than mine. A cigarette would belong there.”
“You’ve clearly thought about it.”
Price gives him a heavy look, straying to his hands – empty, still, aching to reach out.
“Yes.”
Gaz bites his lip. Price’s eyes travel back to his face, the blue of them piercing through his very being.
“Pity I don’t carry any.”
“Secondhand smoke it is, then?”
Gaz weighs the situation for a moment.
Ah, fuck it.
“Won’t hurt to have it straight from the source,” Gaz says, and crawls across the space between them – feeling slightly self-conscious, but it’s dulled by the expectant parting of Price’s lips. When he settles astride Price’s legs, Price meets his eyes – hooded, expectant – and brings the cigar to his lips.
Shotgunning is a delicate art – it has to be deliberate. The smoke, directed from one person’s lips to another, has to be a gentle blow; the inhalation precise. Gaz leans in slowly, chases that sliver of smoke from his lips, inhaling it into his lungs. And he feels it, first hand, the real thing, Price’s hand on his thigh and the other holding out the cigar, to stop the ash from falling on his clothes.
But there’s already a fallout: Gaz hands clutching the straps of Price’s vest, his mouth chasing the alluring smoke from Price’s lips, and when he leans back, it’s only for Price to inhale once more, and to pull him close by the chin.
He wonders which one’s better, the denial or the chase of it? The expectation of it or when it already burns his lungs? He thinks he already has the answer as the smoke turns into the soft press of Price’s lips, when the burning sensation turns into a greedy kiss.
Gaz hopes this will linger, too.
#pricegaz#gazprice#pricegazweek2024#pricegazweek#narcissosbythepool#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#cod
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Hello, I am going to discuss my thoughts on content/trigger warnings as someone living with OCD. I am absolutely open to good faith engagement and discussion on this topic.
Having some thoughts on the idea that adding trigger warnings somehow ultimately harms the person with the trigger. They absolutely can create an easy tool to obsessively control your access to the topics/to avoid them, but I’ve always felt it should be the potentially triggered person’s decision on what they were ready to do about it. Uncontrolled exposure is just as capable of causing obsession as is avoidance, in my opinion.
I think of the (terrible telephone retelling of a) case I heard about while discovering recounts of actual lived experiences with OCD.
—The following example discusses intrusive thoughts about domestic violence.—
A woman had an obsession with being was afraid of hitting her boyfriend. Her compulsion was that she would have to hold her arms stiffly by her side. She recognized this as OCD and sought exposure response prevention. Her therapist told her to try and ignore the compulsion, or potentially do the opposite. The woman became so obsessed with healing she forced herself to keep her hands away from her sides (almost obsessively) and constantly checked whether or not she “still wanted to hit him.” In the end, the ERP just became entangled with her obsessions.
It takes so much strength to face these types of problems and practice the mindfulness and grace with yourself to recognize it. It’s something you really need to be ready for because it’s going to take a lot of effort to do the hard thing when the easy thing is right there.
How can we claim it’s best to “force” exposure on someone else? How can we go around vigilante therapising people we have deemed too ill to do it on their own (or just be left alone)?
This is not to say that anyone is bad if they can’t or don’t want to tag things. More just my thoughts about how pushback against that idea can swing too hard into trying to prove not tagging was morality correct.
Some articles that articulate so much of my experience with OCD:
Having No Cure for OCD Is the Cure
Help! I Have OCD About What’s OCD
In the spirit of bodily autonomy, I think we all deserve agency in our lives no matter how “incompetent” other people may think we are. When you’re ready, you’re ready. There’s no healing to be had sitting around thinking you’re broken or lazy or whatever for not being ready to change. We all owe each other the kindness to do what we can in good faith, too.
I started doing too much table setting in the tags, so I’ll put it under a read more, lol.
I recognize that this isn’t very radically (in the abolition vs reform sense) anti-psychiatry, and I do have a complicated relationship with that idea. I recognize that I have a good deal of privilege (particularly among people with more stigmatized/less understood “disorders”) but this framework is the only one I’ve ever been able to access that gives me any insight into myself at all. That isn’t something everyone can afford to do in several senses.
As a physically disabled person, I just connect my experiences with chronic illness and mental illness (which I think can fall under the umbrella of chronic on its own) more and more these days. What truly was the difference between not being able to do something out of pain versus anxiety? Our brains are organs, too. Our thoughts are chemical and hormonal, too.
One of the fondest memories I have of coming to terms with disability was explaining my experience with an autoimmune condition to a bipolar friend, and he replied that we were “chronic illness buddies.” And I felt so understood as someone who has suffered with various types of anxieties for their entire waking life.
#actually ocd#antipsychiatry#i guess maybe this falls in that category? idk#mental health#intrusive thoughts#ocd#as an OCD haver I lean a lot on stuff like the CBT methods used in ERP#just in the first article I link the author (therapist with OCD) talks about getting dumped by the book (DSM)#and it just hits home rlly hard#I have more a take what you want and leave the rest approach to it#ocd tag
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Anon: The AP is an American newspaper that withdrew Catherine’s photo due to evidence of photoshop.
Celta, this is incorrect information. The AP (Associated Press) is not an “American newspaper.” It’s a non-profit associated news agency est. over 150 yrs ago in the US, but now international in reach and coverage. In other words, it’s a news clearing house, so to speak, where news reporting (incl photos) by thousands of reporters/outlets all over the world is submitted and then distributed to various newspapers, TV networks, and online media.
The AP routinely requires news photos to pass high standards of “tech truth” (ie, no more than minor photoshopping, or none). This is a good thing. This went off the rails with Catherine’s photo because 1) it was NOT a news photo, per se, but a personal pic posted on a non-news IG acct (KP’s) and therefore should not have been subjected to this level of scrutiny, but 2) given the context of C’s recovery, it became news, and 3) the level of actual photoshopping (called the “mirage %”) was very low - in the teens.
Compare this, for example, with the level of photoshop manipulation found in the official group photo released by the Sussexes of Archie’s christening…the “mirage %” is a whopping 43%! So, H&M, prepare to have ALL of your pics analyzed and exposed as well (H’s “hair,” M’s “smooth” complexion, moonbumps, A/L’s “ginger” hair and “blue blue blue” eyes, etc). In particular, I can’t wait for the public analysis of your “QEII and PP meet infant Archie” photo lol! Be aware, too, that Sussex pics have been “killed,” as well, in the past by the AP (eg, the 2019 Sussex Christmas photo w A). I’d love to see a photoshop analysis of their family-of-four Christmas photo (w infant L being held up in the air by M).
IMHO, I do think that MM herself, or a Sussex surrogate, contacted someone at the AP to initiate the scrutiny of C’s pic. We already know she’s done this in the past (a/g Piers Morgan) by directly contacting the head of ITV when PM doubted her Oprah lies. Ultimately, PM was exonerated, though, and MM’s lies exposed. The same will happen here.
Also, kudos to Lady Kinnaroch (sp?) for her intriguing tarot reading/theory that C deliberately masterminded this scrutiny of her innocent photo in order to catalyze equal scrutiny of MM’s pics. Catherine, the Queen of 3-D chess! I like this theory a lot! Let’s start turning over the slimy Sussex rocks and exposing them to the cleansing sunlight of Truth. If we’re lucky, it’ll set off a chain reaction leading to the exposure of their surrogacy/LoS scam.
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Hi Nonny,
Thank you for the correct information about Associated Press.
I wish they would analyse all of the Harkle’s previous news photos - you know, the ones they put out while they were royals - and see if they reach those high standards. Personally I think AP came down hard just because the picture was put out by The Prince and Princess of Wales, but I could be wrong.
I also think this was instigated by Meghan, especially given the PR she has put out about how she would never do such a thing etc.
Is there any way the public can demand AP scrutinise a certain photograph?
I will tag Lady Kinrannoch so she sees your message to her: @ladykinrannoch
I would love to see the Harkles exposed for the fakes and hypocrites that they are.
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Fuck it Friday
Tagged by @rewritetheending @prince-buck-diaz @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @heartbeatdiaz @ebdaydreamer @honestlydarkprincess @transbuck @panbuckley
Thank you my darlings! Muah! 💖
I really just have a few more scenes left of first son au and I am chomping at the bit to have it done and share it with everyone. Here's a continuation of the snippets I shared last night
Finally, Buck covers each wound with a low adherent dressing pad, securing it to Eddie’s skin with medical tape. Then he runs his fingers over the applied tape and gauze, relieved to have Eddie’s hurt once again shielded from the world but also feeling strangely cut off.
It’s not so much that he enjoyed the exposure of Eddie’s pain, but for some reason Buck aches to keep his eyes on the wounds, no matter how much the sight of them twisted a fist around his heart. He wants to watch as they heal, see for himself as they close and lock up everything inside, and have undeniable proof that hurt isn’t the only thing left behind.
Because if Eddie’s wounds can heal then maybe Buck’s can too.
Eddie tilts forward a little as Buck’s fingers continue to rub back and forth across the edge of the medical tape. The curve of his body is languid and fluid, forming and molding around Buck like the skin of Proserpina, indented and adhering to the fingers of the god of the underworld in Bernini’s sculpture Ratto di Proserpina, and Buck is that god’s hands sinking into flesh, capturing Eddie and pulling him closer, dragging him away to his home where he dwells in the dark.
When it comes to Eddie, Buck has always felt a little like he’s stolen something, like he caught sight of something so tragically beautiful and free and couldn’t resist reaching out and trying to lure it down to the depths where he lived, something that was never his to take in the first place, but unlike the classic Roman tale, Eddie seemed more than willing to be taken, following after Buck like he was made to do so, happy to have his being altered and marked by Buck’s, content to weather any season by Buck’s side.
Eddie shifts slightly on the counter, his legs widening and kicking out, and before Buck can blink, thighs are wrapping around his waist and pulling him into the cradle of Eddie’s body, bringing Buck’s pelvis level with the edge of the counter.
Buck’s hand slips away from the bandage, curling around the top of Eddie’s shoulder, steadying himself with the light touch, and an incandescent spark of life travels through him as he touches smooth, unblemished skin free of hurt.
The hand on his hip turns hotter and heavier, asserting a pressure that it wasn’t before, and Eddie squeezes Buck’s waist with his thighs while knocking their temples together, as if he’s trying to reassure them both that they are not separated by cobblestone and a bullet, but are right here, locked together in Eddie’s bathroom that has morphed into an altar, one constructed from sacrifice but used for blessings and supplication, its foundation stained with blood and dreams.
“What are you thinking about?” Eddie murmurs slowly, like it takes a lot of effort for him to get each word out.
Buck hums and drags his nose across Eddie’s cheek. “Roman mythology.”
Eddie’s fingers twitch hard enough on his hip that the tips slip beneath Buck’s t-shirt and a cute little noise rumbles in the back of his throat. He leans back slightly so they are looking into each other’s eyes and and blinks rapidly at Buck, the sumptuous curve of his eyelashes battering down over hazy pools of ink. “You–what?” he asks thickly, mouth turning down in a contemplative frown.
Buck bites at his bottom lip as his mouth tries to stretch into a smile and ducks his head, something dark and sultry like mulled wine spilling through him. It splashes across his cheeks in waves of maroon and sparkles on his tongue so sweetly that he can’t help but huff out a laugh.
Tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @diazass @anxieteandbiscuits @paranoidbean @heartshapedvows @buddierights @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @buckitup @transboybuckley @911onabc @cowboydiazes @devirnis @try-set-me-on-fire @sibylsleaves @evcndiaz @housewifebuck @bigfootsmom @messyhairdiaz @butchdiaz @bucks118 @shitouttabuck and anyone else who wants to share!
#buddie#buddie wip#eddie diaz#evan buck buckley#911#first son au#buddie au#ryan writes#fuck it friday
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Foreigner's God Masterlist
PAIRING: Matt Murdock x OFC
AO3 — Spotify — #foreigner’s god
❝ Sometimes, the greatest power lies not in what we can control, but in what we can uncover within ourselves. In the depths of darkness, secrets await, and it is our choice to embrace them or let them consume us. Together, they embarked on a journey to unearth the truth, unaware that love, like a tempest, would shatter all their plans and rebuild their world anew. ❞
⤹ SUMMARY:
She was born with the ability to manipulate reality and the world around her. Hydra raised her and turned her into their deadliest weapon until the Avengers saved her and offered her a chance at a better life. A dark past often comes with secrets that demand to be uncovered. There might actually be more to it than meets the eye, a kind of power that’s been sleeping deep within her, waiting to be discovered. But how does one get over losing everything without losing themselves?
One reckless night on a rooftop, a bad decision leads the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen right into her arms, and he decides to tag along on her journey down the past.
As it turns out, Matt Murdock is a man unable to take no for an answer when he has set his mind to something, and once she decides to let him into her heart, all the plans she made for the future fall apart.
Or, in which a troubled Avenger forms an alliance with Daredevil to fight a common enemy and save their city, but they end up saving each other instead.
⤹ CONTENT WARNINGS:
SLOW BURN, Canon typical violence, ANGST, EVENTUAL SMUT, light BDSM, Oral sex, daddy kink, praise & pain kink, blood & cum play, Switch!Matt, toxic behavior, language, severe mental illness, PTSD, implied/referenced torture, substance abuse disorder, self-harm, mentions of sexual assault, Hydra, age gap, religious imagery and symbolism, eventual romance, some fluff, mutant powers, mentions of child molestation, near-death experiences, catholic guilt, NOT TONY STARK FRIENDLY (at least until chapter 40 or so), turning good characters into bad guys, not completely canon compliant
-> There will be chapter-specific warnings before each chapter because they tend to vary with each one!
⤹ AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello everyone!
I didn’t expect this to blow up the way it did, so I decided to edit the entire Masterlist and repost it while I continue editing the chapters on AO3 and here, too. Welcome to everyone who’s new here!
Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!
I’m trying not to describe any specific physical traits like body shape, hair color, etc. (although I think I called her skin “pale” once or twice in reference to her lack of sun exposure) in any of the chapters. The character was assigned female at birth and also identifies as female with she/her pronouns, but other than that, I do not give her any traits other than her name – Eliza Bennett. Her looks are entirely up to your imagination! So you can view this as a reader insert or not, whatever you want. It’s up to you how you interpret this story.
-> Series takes place in early season 2 and continues from there on.
-> This work is 18+ ONLY!
[the asterisk (*) indicates explicit sexual content; (^) indicates the chapter has been edited to fit the new style]
— ACT ONE: HYDRA —
chapter one: I Did Something Bad (^)
chapter two: Raise A Little Hell (^)
chapter three: I Think He Knows (^)
chapter four: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (^)
chapter five: Hold Me While You Wait (^)
chapter six: Ivy (^)
chapter seven: right where you left me (^)
chapter eight: doomsday (^)
chapter nine: Block Me Out (^)
chapter ten: 1 step forward, 3 steps back (^)
chapter eleven: New Invention (^)
chapter twelve: It’s Nice To Have A Friend (^)
chapter thirteen: Devil Town (^)
chapter fourteen: Family Line (^)
chapter fifteen: So it goes…* (^)
chapter sixteen: Do I Wanna Know?* (^)
chapter seventeen: Look Who’s Inside Again (^)
chapter eighteen: Anti-Hero (^)
chapter nineteen: You’re On Your Own Kid (^)
chapter twenty: Innocent* (^)
chapter twenty-one: Green, Green Dress*
chapter twenty-two: mirrorball*
chapter twenty-three: The Avengers (pt.1)
chapter twenty-four: The Avengers (pt.2)
chapter twenty-five: For Real This Time
chapter twenty-six: Black Out Days
chapter twenty-seven: Dear Reader
chapter twenty-eight: Look What You Made Me Do
chapter twenty-nine (Bonus Chapter): Haunted
chapter thirty: Hayloft II
chapter thirty-one: Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)
chapter thirty-two: Chasing Cars
chapter thirty-three: How To Save A Life
chapter thirty-four: Foreigner’s God(*)
chapter thirty-five: long story short*
chapter thirty-six: this is me trying*
chapter thirty-seven: New Romantics*
chapter thirty-eight: Lavender Haze*
chapter thirty-nine: As It Was*
chapter forty: Monster*
chapter forty-one: Daylight
— ACT TWO: PUNISHER —
chapter forty-two: I’ll Get The Coffee*
chapter forty-three: She Knows*
chapter forty-four: Cold As You
chapter forty-five: Bird Set Free
chapter forty-six: Human*
chapter forty-seven: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve (^)
chapter forty-eight: Bad Blood (^)
chapter forty-nine: Dark Paradise (^)
chapter fifty: Meet Me In The Hallway (^)
chapter fifty-one: Demons (^)
chapter fifty-two: Say You Won't Let Go (^)
chapter fifty-three: I Will Be Your Remedy (^)
chapter fifty-four: Dancing With The Devil (^)
chapter fifty-five: Why Am I Like This? (^)
#matt murdock#daredevil#foreigner's god#matt murdock x original character#matt murdock x ofc#matt murdock x oc#matt murdock angst#matt murdock fluff#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x female!oc#matt murdock imagines#human disaster matt murdock#marvel#karen page#foggy nelson#the avengers#hydra#frank castle#elektra#the defenders#matt murdock fic#daredevil fic#fanfiction#reader insert#ofc#masterlist#ao3 links
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you know, the drivers complain about doing all this stuff. Like showing up to wave at the end, but don’t they do a drivers parade which they go around and wave at people anyway. Do they complain about that? I don’t know. It’s clear the shenanigans is just for the crowd and then they want to link it back to F1 so they bring the guys out to wave. I mean it’s all silly but it’s clear this is all done to showcase Las Vegas. It’s all screams “this is the price you pay for fame” they all wanted that little bit of fame and they made that deal with the devil. They have benefited so much from the fame with DTS and then they have to do these silly appearances and they want to cry about it because they’re worried it makes them look silly.
Max will always have haters as long as he is a champion. Every winner deals with it. He can’t blame DTS for all of the hate. Lando would never have been reasonably successful with his LN4 merchandise and Quadrant if it weren’t for DTS. Same with Dani Ric and his merch. I think some of the drivers have even sold experience packages which would have never been sold at the prices they get sold at if it weren’t for all the exposure.
They all want the benefits and all that with the fame, but it always comes at a cost. Of course they didn’t have a say in the beginning because DTS was going to be filmed regardless. But if they wanted to keep a low profile they easily could, but they are loving the opportunities this is affording them. The celebrities, the extra sponsorship money, freebies, being able to start side projects and profit, easier access to more women willing to sleep with them. Also didn’t season 5 of DTS allowed for many of the drivers to opt out which seems like they are starting to have an upper hand now which also means if they want to be showcased less or show a more edited version of themselves they could. I also do not believe Lando when he says he doesn’t or hasn’t watched DTS because this is the same guy that likes to follow all his own tags on social media and he reads and watches everything tagged with his name.
I just think them complaining about all the LV theatrics is just dumb. Yeah it is a bit much and extra but it’s so obvious why LV is doing all of this. The guys always say “they just want to race” and for some drivers I genuinely believe that but for some others it is clear they also like the perks outside of racing.
at the end of the day with F1 it can never just be about racing at that level bc money plays a huge part it allowing them to race and be competitive every season. If they really want to complain. Use that energy to properly complain about having to do races in Middle East. They know they can freely talk shit about the US theatrics and nonsense to a degree bc they are free to and don’t have to worry.
I’m saying all of this as a big fan of racing and I like Lando as a driver.
I don’t have any thoughts to add to this, but yeah
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I am very glad a post I made about social contagion and Steam Powered Giraffe is finding its audience.
BUT.
Even though this was intended as a joke, I have thought about it since and did see some things in tags that made me want to clarify what I mean by “social contagion” versus what I called “the station” in my tags. Someone used “gateway drug,” which is also apropos. Because there is a very crucial difference between the two, I think, and I want to make sure nothing I said gets misconstrued by the wrong people.
When cishet people say being queer is due to social contagion, what they’re saying is that were it not for exposure to queerness, or deviance, in media or in public life, people would default to Straight. That’s why they’re working so hard to scrub queerness, or any hint of queerness, from the public sphere.
But the thing is, they wouldn’t be so afraid of queer exposure if cishetness was that ingrained, right? It’s not that people are being exposed to lgbtq+ people or content and suddenly becoming queer, they already were or it was through that exposure that they realized they were. Those are completely different things.
It’s like going through your life being told you only have to be options A or B. There’s no other options, you’re A or B. But then one day you see option C and you’re like “woah, nobody told me about C, that looks way more comfortable/authentic” or “woah, I’m totally C, why did nobody tell me about that? If I don’t have to try so hard to be A or B anymore, I won’t.”
The humor for me is just how, to me, blatantly obvious, like it is a verifiable, Googleable fact that gender, sex, and sexuality are complex and largely social constructs and that binary gender is a pretty recent Western phenomenon, and yet conservatives (and centrists, even some Dems I hate to say!) are acting like social media is creating queerness, and it’s like no, more people are just more likely to see option C, D, and Etc. these days.
And it’s the type of things they’re trying to ban. Like, if the cisheterosexual institution can’t hold its own against a short haircut, certain colors, people kissing, or, in the case of my post, 2-4 singing robot mimes, perhaps the institution was not that strong to begin with!!! That’s just how people found their option C, and that’s a good thing!! More of that!! That they can’t see how obvious this is, that’s what’s absurd to me.
The thing is, before social media, people found ways before. They found their stations in other people, people whose genders they felt more aligned with their own, in spiritual centering, in nature, in everything. They wrote secret notes, experimented in private, tried new clothes on, and gave each other secret names. Queer people, trans people, nonbinary people, everyone else, have always been here.
Even if they ban queer lit from every public school (I hope they don’t, and they most definitely shouldn’t, but this is a catastrophic example), we will continue to find our ways out of this sour little cage of cisheteronormativity. Whether they like it or not.
#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbtq rights#lgbtq community#trans#nonbinary#enby#genderfluid#genderqueer#queer thoughts#down with the cistem#and real talk#idk if spg was my gateway drug#but something was cracked I’m sure lol
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When the Ice Melts
chapter 3/4, prev chapter
Mulder and Scully hook up before Mulder is locked up in storage, and she comes to believe that he was infected; 800 words; rated e; tagging @today-in-fic
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At half six, Mulder’s alarm wakes her from a restless sleep she didn’t know she had fallen into. She lies awake facing the ceiling, listening to the ringing of the bell absently for a while then leans over to turn it off. Peering round the door edge, Scully scouts the corridor for any signs of movement before crossing to her own door unnoticed.
The thought of him still at the front of her mind, she finds herself back at the red door, but can’t bring herself to open it–despite wanting to so desperately–for fear of what she might see. Pulling herself away again, Scully stops and looks back. An ache in her stomach and her mouth dry, she swallows, warring with herself. After a long second she goes, leaving the handle untouched, as though she were never there, the thought of seeing him never existing. He can’t possibly know she was there, but she wants him to nevertheless.
As she enters the lab room, her footsteps slow. Da Silva is asleep on a desk, her neck perfectly poised. The idea leaps like sin into her mind and she approaches slowly with caution. If she can prove it isn’t Mulder that is infected, she can free him; she wouldn’t be alone anymore. Her heart thrums in her chest, racing ahead of herself. She wouldn’t be trapped; she could free herself. With trembling fingers she reaches up to brush away the hair from her neck. A hand pulls her away abruptly. She gasps and Da Silva yelps.
“What were you doing?” The sound of Hodges voice grates more than his vice-like grip.
With clenched teeth she answers, “You know what I was doing.”
“You know, I can’t help thinking, Agent Scully, you're the only one with a gun.” There's the hint of something between a snarl and grin playing at his lips while his eyes remain cool. It's as if he knows exactly how to play her: how to rile her. “If you get infected we don’t stand a chance, do we?”
Taking out the magazines of both her guns, she holds them high and marches to the end door, where she hurls them into the freezing, falling snow. Jaw set, she walks slowly back, maintaining gaze with Hodge to make her opinions painfully sharp.
Da Silva timidly touches the back of her neck and looks up to her. “Was there something there?”
Hodge interrupts before Scully can reply, placing a comforting arm on Da Silva's shoulder; the familiarity of the gesture turns something sour in Scully’s stomach. “You're okay Nancy,” He doesn’t take his eyes off Scully as he makes his point. “We’re all okay. Now is not the time for the three of us to break down and turn on each other.”
She steps forward, her skin hot and palms clammy. “There’s four of us.”
“Mulder is not one of us anymore.”
She bubbles and boils over and snaps, “If Mulder is infected, it’s not his fault! We can’t turn our backs on him now; he needs us to help him!”
“She’s right.” Da Silva speaks with a calm tone that takes Scully by surprise. “Who knows what prolonged exposure to the parasite could do to him? It could damage him to the point of permanent psychosis.”
“But if he is infected, he doesn’t go back. I won’t risk the possibilities
.....
“No, dammit! What did I just get through telling you? You just infected already infected blood. Now we have to start all over again!”
“I made a mistake; you don’t have to yell at me.”
The shouts come thick and fast from the lab area, abrupt and all at once. Scully looks up from the notes of her own report to catch the commotion.
“Wasted hours of work!”
“Okay! Well maybe you should just do it by yourself, dammit…”
She walks in as they leave still firing with tension and she wonders what she would have found had she tried to check Hodge’s neck. Their hollers continue in the distance and from their tones she can tell there is an underlying mistrust between them, a lack of respect and equality that turns their arguments bitter and resentful.
The lab is a mess of scattered samples and paper but in the middle of it all, Scully peers down the eyepiece of the microscope, adjusting the height of the slide to focus the image. Her breath catches as she watches. It couldn't be that simple could it? The larvae continue to squirm and jab at each other, acting out the violent behaviour they would in humans.
Two worms…
Their attacks slow.
… in one host…
Finally, they both lie still, killed by the other.
… will kill each other.
Her head shoots up, eyes wide with realisation. Mulder. She needs Mulder.
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Hi! I just started reading Coanda Effect after seeing the beautiful fanart of it on my feed and I’ve been really enjoying it so far. I’ve never actually seen any kind of race before and the most exposure I’ve had to anything close is going karting (lol). I didn’t even realise there were other Fs that isn’t 1 🤦🏻♀️. So I spent some time googling things up while reading and I’m learning a lot of new things I love it! But I was just wondering in terms of watching races what do you look for? Do you support particular teams or people? Or do you just enjoy watching the race overall? (I’m sorry if this is a stupid question!) I want to start watching races too but I’m still too lost atm 🥲 For now, I can’t wait to catch up on all the chapters!
ive never been karting, im jealous :(
so i started by watching races with zero context, actually! they played in a bar i worked at, mostly replays but still. when there was nothing to do i just— yah. car go vroom
slowly i was like oh i wanna get into this sport (winter break 2022 ish) and spent some time looking into stuff (decided to support ferrari, which was the worst decision of my life 2023 was ROUGH) and then started watching races live where i could
so i support a team (ferrari) and a driver (leclerc). i also have other drivers i look out for: norris, piastri, tsunoda, and next year ill be looking out for hamilton (and hopefully lawson and bearman!!) too :3 hamilton is joining ferrari and bearman and lawson are currently still in the junior categories
i know people who only support indv. drivers and people who only support teams, though!! i just root for the people i like (ferrari and leclerc just happen to be at the top of that list)
i like watching races actually mainly because of strategy. the race thats just gone, Suzuka, was a really strategy heavy race. in a grand prix, the drivers have to make at least one pitstop and change the tyre compound and i loooove seeing how the teams react and conduct strategy :) also love to see some good overtaking, lol.
i think you learn a lot by just watching races, and learning as you go. theres also F1 kids for some races which explains stuff a bit more (provided by sky, idk when theyre doing it next). F1TV probably has the best commentary team in english right now, but i watch on sky sports. if you look under the bunny talks f1 tag i have a post explaining tyre strat (i cant link it because im on mobile) but i love answering qs also!! i cant like things normally bc i have adhd and statistics fascinate me:3
(everyone was a new fan once!! im still a little lost in some races, and i probably will be at china in a couple of weeks because theres not been a race at that track in five years)
my advice would be to watch races anyway, and china will be a super fun weekend because its a) a track a lot of the drivers havent driven at, or have driven at very little, and b) a sprint weekend!! join us :)
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For @jegulus-microfic Prompt: Bath WC: 975 (ahaha look who’s a day late again 🤦🏻)
Tags: this is very Regulus centric with a side of Jegulus but it felt right for the prompt, regulus’ trauma regarding water is front and centre, basically this is all about exposure therapy
Title: “Here. Real. Fine.”
Regulus is shaking. He’s in a battle of wills with the porcelain tub on the other side of the loo. The double vanity he shares with James is digging its marble countertop into the small of Regulus’ back with how hard he’s pushing into it. The pain helps ground him. He stares at the tub.
This trauma is old. It’s been years since the cave. He shouldn’t still be this weak. He’s perfectly able to give Harry baths without panicking, so why the hell can’t he do the same? He used to love taking baths. He loved getting the chance to relax for once, to pour fancy salts and scents into the blistering hot water, drop a bath bomb in, dim the lights, light candles, and read a book. He wants that again. He wants to not be afraid of the bathtub or the rain or going to the water parks that Harry loves so much. He wants his fucking life back. Now that he has one, he wants to enjoy it.
He breathes in deeply. You can do this. It’s just like giving Harry a bath, he thinks. He shoves himself forward roughly, stumbling with the intensity of his own push, and comes to the edge of the tub. He ignores his shaking hands as he turns the valve for the spigot.
Water comes rushing out and he jolts with surprise even as he watched it come out and has to turn the spigot off again. He growls under his breath and turns it back on. The water rushes out again, but he doesn’t jolt. Good. That’s progress. Now he needs to drop the stopper into place and let it fill. It takes him several long minutes before he has the courage to do it.
A deep breath with closed eyes. He listens to the sound of the water running and reminds himself of all the ways it sounds different that the cave.
There’s no echo here. The walls aren’t suffocating him with their stone faces. It’s bright here, the darkness isn’t an oppressive force closing in around him. The water is warm, hot even, on his hands. He isn’t in the cave. He’s at home, in his bathroom, by his tub. There are no hands coming out of the water to drag him to the depths. He can do this.
He sets the stopper over the drain and watches the tub fill. He turns the spigot off when it’s full. He doesn’t move.
He breathes in.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
He is calm. He can do this.
He toes his socks off and chucks them to the side. He takes a moment, staring at the water like it might come alive at any moment, even though he can see through it. He slips his (James’) joggers off his hips and lets them fall in a puddle on the floor. He sits precariously on the edge of the tub, and slowly slides his left foot in.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He isn’t in the cave. The water is warm. The water is clear. He can do this.
He gets his foot placed on the bottom of the tub. The water is up to his knee. The water is warm. He feels…okay? He thinks he’s okay. His heart is racing and he’s clammy, but he’s not panicking. He’s doing okay.
His right foot is easier. The left one is already there. There are no hands. He’s okay. He gets his leg submerged to the knee with no pauses. He’s okay.
He made sure the water was shallow enough for him to sit down in without it rising to his chest. He’s not ready for that yet. But even knowing how shallow it is, he very slowly and very shakily kneels down into the tub. His breath stutters and shakes out of him, like even his very lungs are shaking inside of him with fear. He simply kneels there, hands and arms tucked tightly against himself and covering his face, closing his eyes and willing himself not to pay attention to the flashing memories of the dark cave, decaying hands, and encapsulating pain. He’s fine. He’s fine. He’s not there. He’s in his and James’ lovely little cottage, where Harry leaves toys on every available surface and James’ office is covered in photos of the three of them and Regulus’ potions lab had to be moved out to a shed in the back garden because he kept forgetting the baby-proofing charms over the basement door. He’s here. He’s real. He’s okay.
His breathing levels out. He lets his hands fall from his face and opens his eyes. The water is clear. He lets his hands drop until they’re under the water too. The water is warm. He’s okay.
A giddy and slightly hysterical laugh bubbles out of his throat. He’s actually in the bathtub and in the water. Two years ago, he would have never thought it possible. He feels brave and strong and capable. He never thought he could feel those things.
He stays in the tub until his fingers prune up, swishing the water back and forth with his hands, tentatively touching his face with it, reassuring himself that he’s still here, and the water is still clear. His feet have long since fallen asleep with pins and needles, but there’s a wide smile stretched across his face.
He’s so far in his own world, that when he goes to get his towel, he’s surprised to see it’s already being held open for him. James is standing in the bathroom with a bright grin on his face as he wraps Regulus into a towel with a warming charm attached to it. He drops a sweet kiss onto Regulus’ forehead after wrapping him tightly into the soft towel.
“Well done, love,” he murmurs against Regulus’s dark curls.
Regulus doesn’t say anything back, he’s completely mentally exhausted, but his chest blooms with pride.
When he tells himself that he’s okay this time, he thinks he might actually believe it.
#jegulus microfic#under 1k words#jegulus#regulus black#james potter#hey look I kept this one under 1k#barely#but I did it!
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you. yes you. unless you read this and go “oh yeah em definitely doesnt mean me” in which case hello james and bre and stav and any other beloveds who touch grass on the regular but i did not list you by name because i do not want to drag you into my shitposting hell (james bre and stav are already at fatal levels of em shitposting exposure so sorry guys) 👋. anyway you. yes you. Go touch grass. Log off (affectionate but also maybe derogatory, depends on whether you get off on me hating you or not, whatever floats ur boat)
And you might be thinking “oh but em you are a Hypocrite here you are posting online telling people to long off?? 🤨🤨🤨😔” to which i say yes and i have undergone surgery to permanently fuse the neurons in my brain to the byler tag, so i actually can’t log off!! Check your ableism please.
So this is actually a grim and gory plea for you guys to log off because my neurons simply cannot handle the number of dramatic, self-victimizing posts and as someone who also hypocritically takes his analysis very seriously, i think sometimes you guys take things Too Seriously.
However do not mistake this for a spineless “please stop fighting 🥺🥺🥺” post because to be clear i am not a middle school aged girl and you are not my alpha wolfpack jock boyfriend with anger issues who i act like im taming a wild horse in a lifetime movie when i try and get to calm down and tell you to “dont fight, jason, just look at me, focus on me, it’s not worth it 🥺🥺” and instead take this as a grim warning from a guy who is having a silly little blast making silly little posts about the discourse but who also has his neurons linked directly to the internet so he feels the full force of every single post and cannot escape and who does not want you to face the same fate simply because i want to be the special boy who is inextricably and horrifyingly linked to the web. This plea to log off is not for your own good but rather for the good of my superiority complex and need to feel unique hope that helps. 🙏
and just remember to drink water and eat food and take breaks 🥺🙏💗😽🌈💦💦💦 or don’t! if you don’t eat or drink then that means youll die and i’ll soon have more bodies for my Corpse Army so actually NO eating NO drinking and that is an ORDER!!!!
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i know there’s already been a few posts about this circulating due to the twitter apocalypse but it’s actually really important SO!!! new users, or anyone else who needs to hear this really:
REBLOGGING CONTENT MATTERS A LOT ON THIS SITE! it’s no joke!
REBLOG posts you think are funny/interesting! REBLOG to signal boost things like news about current events, masterposts with sources and guides for whatever, or anything else worth spreading around! REBLOG ART THAT YOU THINK LOOKS COOL!!! especially art! for reasons that i really shouldn’t need to explain, i can’t stress enough how important this is for artist exposure!
there’s little to no “like” algorithm here (not yet at least, and hopefully it doesn’t try to steer too much away from that....), likes don’t really serve a purpose other than a pat on the back/signaling your interest to the op without directly engaging with a post. if you wanna contribute to a post’s success for whatever reason, you GOTTA reblog!
but it’s NOT JUST for the sake of exposure-- it can also be to preserve it for yourself!! one of the best aspects of tumblr is its tagging system and overall organization features. every blog (unless set to private) has an archive where ALL your posts are preserved and organized in chronological order, which can be used to search for specific post-types AND tags! this feature is inaccessible via the mobile app, but even if you only use tumblr on your phone, you can access a blog’s archive the same way on any browser: “(blog url).tumblr.com/archive” -- and you can search for whatever tag you want by adding “/tagged/(the tag in question)” at the end. this can benefit both you and your followers <3
(while you CAN also save posts by exclusively using your likes or drafts for that, i don’t reccomend it since it doesn’t offer the same search features, so it’s way less practical!)
bonus tip: while the general explore/search engine isn’t as good as it used to be, since you can only search for tags now compared to when you could search whole phrases in a textpost, you can SAVE A TAG if you’re interested in getting new posts from that tag reccomended on your dashboard! this is totally optional, but imo a good way to keep up with your interests. i don’t think there’s a limit to how many you can have saved either!
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