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All of the eggs should not be at the Zao Fox Village!
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THE ENGINEER | MCU X FORMULA ONE CROSSOVER
summary: hell hath no fury than a woman scorned. or, where viviana is pissed.
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fc: gabbi garcia
author’s note: I lowkey want to write viviana doing interviews solo and with other drivers? like a 'who knows me better' with mick, max, and viviana then mick and max compete to see who knows her better. would you guys like to see that?
btw i put the potential guys viviana might end up with as tags, so if you want to see who she might be with, go ahead.
twitter (i WILL NOT call it the other name)
"Mick!"
Mick turned around upon hearing his name being called from behind, only to see Lando and Oscar. "Have you been on Twitter today?" Lando asked, and Mick shook his head no.
Lando sighed, causing Mick to worry about what could possibly be on Twitter to make him and Oscar go to him. "It's bad, mate. People have been accusing Viviana of boosting you and Max," Oscar informed him.
Mick's eyes opened wide, not expecting that. He expected more of the dating rumors considering it's all he's been able to see on his timeline. They were admittedly funny but also concerning, considering they ranged from Viviana dating one of the guys on the grid behind his and Max's back to Viviana being in a poly relationship with all the single guys on the grid.
He had to block the person who made the latter rumor since the image was too specific for him to not think about it. Mick could barely make eye contact with anyone that day.
"Do you think Viviana has seen it?" Lando questioned, and Mick shook his head no.
"We would've known by now if Viviana had seen it, she hates whenever someone says that one of her friends used her for an advantage," Mick told them.
There was one and only one time that Viviana had been genuinely used by someone for their own benefit. She had met someone in Peter's High School (she was in college at that point, getting her 2nd degree) and she had thought that he genuinely liked her and vice versa.
But it turned out that he just wanted her to put in a good word for her dad, and she ultimately dumped him and blacklisted him from getting any Stark Industries job in the future. To her, she claimed, "If he had to use me to get a chance with the company, then he wasn't good enough to get in by pure skill."
Mick looked at both McLaren guys and hesitantly asked, "do any of the other guys believe the rumor?"
Both Oscar and Lando shook their heads, relieving Mick since he didn't want to ruin any friendships he had with the guys just because of a baseless rumor. "We all agreed it was a pretty shit rumor, to be honest," Oscar commented.
Mick quirked a smile upon hearing that, amused at the Australian. He then felt his phone buzz, which made him realize that he had to look for both Viviana and Max in order to warn them. "Sorry, guys, I need to go find Viviana and Max," he excused himself.
But before he could leave, Lando blurted out, "Are Viviana and Max dating? I know they said they weren't but they act like boyfriend and girlfriend,"
"Viviana and Max... have a different relationship. I don't really want to say a lot because it's not my story to tell, but Viviana helped Max with a lot when it came to Jos since she was the only one willing to stand up to him. And when Tony became Iron Man and then the Avengers happened, Max was a really big help to Viviana," Mick tried to explain.
"And how about you?"
"I'm the one that helps out the both of them, just like they do to me,"
Viviana was currently on a phone call with potential investors for Stark Industries, which was why Max offered his driver's room for her privacy. And in an effort to try and waste time while he had nothing to do, he was walking around the paddock.
Which was where Carlos, Pierre, Charles, Daniel, and Alex saw Max, which prompted the Redbull driver to talk to them.
"Did Viviana come today?" Carlos questioned, and immediately, Max was suspicious of the two Ferrari drivers.
"She had a call for her company, so she's currently in my driver's room," Max explained.
"I thought she wouldn't come because of the rumors about her," Charles carelessly said.
"What rumors?" Max questioned.
"Oh, you haven't heard the rumors yet..." Charles awkwardly said.
"What rumors?" was all Max repeated.
"People have been saying that Viviana is the reason why you and Mick are in the position you guys are in," Alex explained.
"What?! That's ridiculous," Max said.
"Which is what we said, but a lot of people on social media are saying otherwise," Carlos said.
"MAX!" Mick yelled out, capturing the attention of the group of drivers.
"Did you see—"
"Let me see the tweet," Max demanded and Mick wordlessly gave him his phone, which already had the tweet up.
"No way FIA would investigate something based on a rumor,"
"FIA have investigated for less,"
"Do you think?—"
"Parang hindi nila alam na kahit wala ako, magaling sila. Mga bobo." It's like they don't know that even without me, they're still good. Idiots. Viviana said, practically marching towards the growing group of drivers, evidently mad.
"Nakita mo to?" Did you see this? Viviana said.
"Vi, you're speaking in Tagalog again. And no matter how much we try to learn, we still can't understand it whenever you speak fast," Mick told her, reminding her she had to calm down.
"The tweet. Did you see the stupid tweet? I mean come on, we only revealed that we're friends this year but suddenly I'm the reason why the teams aren't performing the way that they should? It's not my fault other teams aren't that good!" Viviana ranted.
A cough from behind Viviana was heard, making the girl freeze. She swore silently to herself before turning around, only to see a couple of drivers that belonged to said teams that weren't good, according to her.
She awkwardly laughed, amusing some of the drivers who thought that this was a nice change compared to her usual composed professional self they'd always seen on the rare time she was being interviewed. "I'm sorry, but only because you heard me and not because of what I've said," Viviana honestly told them.
"Good save, Vi," Max said, enjoying the fact that his best friend was making what was originally an angering moment for her turned awkward.
"Shut up, Max. Anyways, what should I do with the rumors?" Viviana asked.
"I don't think you should say anything," Daniel spoke up, causing everyone to look at him.
He looked unsure for a second because of the sudden amount of eyes on him, but once he looked at Viviana, who was confused at what he said, he elaborated, "Whether or not you say something won't change anything. These people are convinced you did something, so you should stay quiet for now since you did nothing wrong,"
"Who are you and what have you done with Daniel Ricciardo?" Pierre jokingly said, causing the other drivers to laugh.
"Hey, I can give out good advice!" Daniel tried defending himself.
"Yeah, but they usually come with back up plans A-Z," Charles said.
"Well, it can't be any worse than my original plan," Viviana thoughtfully said.
"What was your original plan?" Alex questioned.
"Make a F1 Team and buy my way in," she nonchalantly said, shocking those around her.
"What?!"
"Well, I'm obviously not going to do that. But, I would try to prove people wrong and it'd send a message of, 'you'd know if I did something' but people would probably get angry because of who I am and my last name," she rolled her eyes.
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CHAPTER 01: WIP
AIYGIWGWY || GOJO X READER
How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?
As he sat down on his chair with it dipping with his added weight, he reached to his PC to start it up. He was about 20 minutes early to stream so he had to get his streaming apps ready. He wanted to keep this stream chill, he was probably some background music playing to make his stream calming (as calming as possible with his screams from playing fortnite.) As he made the sudden decision to play music on his stream, he opened Spotify as soon as his computer turned on.
He opened one of his designated playlists for streaming, some relaxing music ranging from different artists. He made sure this playlist wasn't going to get him flagged on his Twitch, something he didn't want to happen again.
He finally had his necessities opened, his discord and Spotify opened on his first monitor, his Twitch ready to stream on his third monitor, and finally his main monitor with his game loading up. When he looked at the time, he had around 6 minutes to spare before starting up his stream. With his extra time, he decided to go out of his room to his shared dorm with suguru to grab some snacks.
As he made his way to the shared kitchen, he just decided to grab a Gatorade and some random candies he had stored for when he was craving them. As he was going to retreat back to his room, he heard his fellow roommate's door open.
"Suguru, you should join my stream please." He said, dragging out the please for dramatic effect.
"Hell nah, ima go to sleep anyway." The black-haired man says with a blank stare, passing Satoru as he makes a b line towards the restroom.
"What the flip man." Sighing as he made it back to his room to start up his stream.
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"BROO, no fucking way he got me. He literally only got me for 50 shield." He said, falling back in his chair as his 2nd place ranking got displayed on his screen. His hands now going through his face, raking through his white hair. The soft melodies of 'Cologne' by Beabadoobee fill the stream when he is quiet. The song finished up when one of your songs replaced the quietness, it was a cover you made of 'Paul' by Big Theif.
This is when his chat started flooding with new messages, ranging from questions asking him if he liked your music to how long he's been listening to you. As his arms finally fell from his hair, he looked at his chat when he saw the flood of new texts.
"I didn't know you listened to y/n's music... of course, I listen to their music, she's like one of my favorite artists." He said after reading some questions in his chat. Snickering at his chats surprised reaction, "I'm surprised some of you guys didn't know this, I follow them on twitter and on insta and I know some of you guys stalk my following and shit" He said as he was going back to the home screen of his game, deciding that it was enough of fortnite for him after playing around 10 rounds.
“Have you seen shes working on a new song? She posted about it on her twitter” he mumbled, reading one of the texts that caught his eye. “Yeah I saw her post, hopefully she posts a clip of her song. I know it’s gonna be good though.” He grins, exited that one of his favorite artist might release a song soon.
"Anyways, ima stopping the stream here, I'm done with fortnite for today. I might stream again in the weekend though, I'll tweet about it if I do." Waving at his face cam as he ended the stream, making sure to double-check it was off. He closed off any extra tabs he had open before shutting down his PC. Once he was finally done with his computer, he stood up and went to scroll on his phone on his bed, finally relieving the ache in his back due to his bad posture.
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We interrupt this artposting program to bring you the super rare progress photos of ya homey. :)
Generally I don’t like posting photos of myself, partly cuz I just don’t wanna (not the best selfie taker, what can I say) and partly cuz this blog is almost entirely my artstuff, but since I do wanna talk about my weightlifting journey sometimes I figured I’d make an exception every now and then. ;w;
More detail under the cut, but for the TL;DRs:
Fitness goal anniversary celebration. 2 years + some change in the making. Initial goals: fatloss, strengthbuilding, repair relationship with food
RED TOP PHOTOS: 220-ish lbs, 33-36% BMI, 2021
PINK AND BACK PHOTOS: 175lbs, 27-28% BMI, 2023
Current notes: Overall healthier and happier in my own body. Food relationship vastly improved. Noticeably stronger, higher energy, and much better asthma management
This one is to essentially celebrate the progress I’ve made thus far! A little late, but last month was my fitness journey’s anniversary. It’s been roughly 2 years since I started being physically active, and 1 year + some months since I’ve consistently weight-trained.
That first pair of photos was me I thiiiiiink like 2 months into the start of all this, back in 2021? I weighed roughly 220-ish lbs at the time, BMI roughly 33-35% and I only note this because fatloss was very much a part of my overarching goals. I won’t lie, some of it was because of aesthetics, but a lot of it was because I felt like shit. As someone who was very sporty as a kid up til college, the change was very noticeable. I was ALWAYS tired no matter how much I slept. I had constant back pain and headaches. My biggest tipoff was the fact that my asthma management got worse. All that plus other factors is what really kicked my butt into gear into this journey.
The 2nd and 3rd sets of photos are from this year (2nd set was today, 3rd set was like 2 weeks ago), nearly 50lbs lighter and at a rough BMI of 27-28%. And I can’t lie I feel fuckin’ good. I can do pullups (couldn’t even do 1 back in the day). Pushups are fucking easy now. I can bench my own bodyweight. I can deadlift almost twice that. I don’t wheeze when I walk up the stairs, I take regular walks, I sleep better, my energy levels are far higher, my moods are overall far better, I have no backpain anymore... MY AFRO GREW AND I GOTS A TATTOO! :D
This is probably the strongest and healthiest I’ve ever been and that’s saying something in my eyes, all things considering. And it was fuckin’ hard for a variety of reasons I won’t talk your ears off about. Sometimes still is, but I feel more prepared and even eager at times to deal with the obstacles.
But yeah! Apologies for breaking from the arts and headcanons, I just wanted to be a lil proud of myself for a sec. :) Whatever journey ya’ll are on I hope you find it in yourself to be proud of the progress you’ve made as well, even with all the ups and downs! :>
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Sacred Hearts Entwined
(Bare with me this is the first story i’ve ever written!)
Ellie Williams X Reader
Part 2 -> ✞
Part 3 -> ✞
What do you do when you’re falling hopelessly in love with your childhood best friend?
Summery: You’ve been friends since 2nd grade first meeting in school. Growing up in a religious background you’ve always been taught the “right” way to think. So why are you falling in love with her..?
Warnings -> Mentions of the “d slur” / Parents are controlling / homophobia / Both extremely confused of their feelings / cheating / (lmk if I missed anything else!)
WC: 2.3k
(Did not proofread!!)
The girl who caught your eye since you were kids, Ellie Williams.
Age 6 (grade 2) -
You didn’t have much friends, after all it was only grade 2 and being popular was probably the least of your concerns, at least that’s what your mom constantly told you.
Growing up as a naturally shy kid, meant going outside of the box to talk to people wasn’t precisely your idea of “fun”! That’s why you often dissociated, it seemed easier that way? So, as soon as the bell rang for recess you would go to the back of the playground where no one else sat watching the different animals the would scale the trees while the birds would flow through the sky.
But today was a different day, as you did that normal routine a girl sat beside you, freckles that trailed all around her face and light green eyes that shined in the sun with auburn hair which ended up being almost bright red in the sun.
“Do you like watching the animals too?” She asked fairly quietly looking at her hands, you sorta look at her and nod, to nervous to talk..
Age- 7 (grade 3) -
You shortly did learn her name after that moment, Ellie Williams. To be fair you actually started learning almost everything about her. She’s an only child, loves spending most of her time doing art or playing outdoors, she’s way more extroverted then you ever could be, and she has a pet dog named Max.
You and Ellie almost spent all your time together if not at her house playing outside then you guys would be cooped up in your basement finding new board games while your mother cooked dinner for you guys upstairs. Coming out of your shell with her seemed easier then other people, she made it easy. After all she didn’t get easily bored of my shyness through the beginning.
Age 10 (grade 6) -
“Okay push!!” Ellie groans pushing a trash bin closer to the convenience store ladder which leads to the roof. “Ellie this is dumb” You say on the opposite side using your back to help her push it. “Just relax! Once we get up there, then we can practically see the whole town!” She smiles continuing to push it “But if we get caug-“ You can’t even finish your sentence before she talks “We won’t get caught!” She says as the trash bin finally reaches the end of the brick wall.
“K boost me!” Ellie smiles walking up beside you as you slowly crouch resting your back on the cold metal trash bin, you put your hands in a cuff which Ellie’s foot rest in as you lift her up. She’s not even standing on the trash bin for more then 10 seconds before the bottom gives out and she falls feet first in the bagged trash “Ag fuck! Help!” Ellie groans trying to lift herself out.
You burst out laughing not even grabbing her hands to help her up and out, but now she yells “Help me!!” You’re still cackling as she practically falls out “Eww now you smell weird!” You laugh getting away from her “Oh yeah you want a hug?” Ellie says chasing after you as you run away into the distance.
Age 14 (Freshman year) -
“It’s bullshit!” Ellie says annoyed “They didn’t care about signing us up for a catholic school for the last 10 years” Ellie says kicking in her new shoes she got for her uniform “Maybe just a change of heart” You shrug almost accepting it “You barley even care” Ellie says looking at you “Us pouting isn’t gonna change our parents mind, the decision is final now?”
“I don’t wanna even go, I look really dumb in a skirt.” Ellie holds it up disappointed “Ellie you look fine in a skirt” You sorta smile looking at her “I don’t, I rather just wear the pants.” Ellie groans sliding her hands down her face dramatically “Well I think you look good?” You say partially because you want her to stop whining about it but mainly because you mean it.
Age 15 (grade 10) -
“So you’re going with Alex then?” Ellie ask looking at you as you read a book “I mean yeah he asked it would be weird not to go?” You sorta shrug “K..? I- We just always made fun of people who went to the dances, I just didn’t except you to suddenly change?” Ellie says, she wants it to seem like she doesn’t care but she’s genuinely doing a horrible job covering it. “I guess I didn’t get the impression you cared so much?” An annoyed tone leaking through your voice.
“I don’t.” Ellie says almost coldly adding on a few seconds later. “I’m probably gonna dip, my parents want me home soon anyway.” Ellie says standing up. You sorta just wave also not in the mood it’s been a long day and you don’t wanna fight with Ellie over a stupid thing like going to the dance with someone.
16 (grade 11) -
The moment where the story starts to go downhill, well this is it. You got together with Alex a few weeks after the dance and you’ve been together all summer. Leaving little time for Ellie, and don’t get me wrong! It’s not like it’s purposefully happening, it’s just the fact that you’re both at 2 different points and spending all your time with the person you’ve previously been doing that with for 10 years isn’t exactly on your top priority list. Ellie’s also just been weird around you, she doesn’t like it when Alex is brought up occasionally sighing every time he’s even mentioned or going on about how she can’t see you guys going beyond high school. And at this point you finally talk “You say it like you’re fucking jealous?” You say a bit pissed off.
“Why the fuck would I be jealous?” Ellie claps back. “I don’t know Ellie! Please you tell me, every time I bring him up it’s like the idea of me dating someone repeals you, I don’t get why you’re not happy for me!”
“Who ever said I wasn’t happy for you” Ellie says now no longer walking so she can actually look at you in the face. “You just imply it constantly, like am I missing something, did he do something??” You say actually wanting to hear her opinion, why she hates him. Ellie chokes up though, wanting nothing to do with the real reason she doesn’t like Alex.
“Because I-“ She stops, and switches what she was going to say. “Because me and you barley hang out anymore, last summer all we did was go to each others houses and now you have 0 time for me!” She sorta yells. “Because Ellie I have a boyfriend? Did you not except us to grow up?” You now yell back, this whole argument is picking up fast. “I expected you to have the fucking decency to hang out with me once in awhile, you think i’m some girl who’s just obsessed with you and it’s getting old” Ellie says hurt that becoming evident when her voice cracks. “Ellie I didn’t say-“ You can’t finish your sentence because she talks. “It’s fine we can hang out later.” She says turning around and walking away.
To be fair half of you wants to chase after her, talk to her like you used to before you guys even started high school, but you don’t. This isn’t a movie after all.
(Present: Saturday)
You and Ellie haven’t talked in about 4 days since the little fight, the annoying part of it is the fight wasn’t even that serious, it’s just neither of you know where to start.
Throughout your friendship there’s only been a few fights, none of them being at all important, dumb stuff like you never gave each others clothes back or broke a toy. Never something like this, something that actually had meaning.
You don’t even understand why it bothers Ellie so much that you’re dating Alex, she’s your best friend, if anything she should support it, you would support her? As of now though you’re trying to do everything in your power to completely ignore the fact you guys even had a fight, as long as she doesn’t talk to you and you don’t talk to her it’s fine! Right…?
That’s at least how you thought about it, avoiding it seemed like the best situation at the end of the day because you never had to confront the problem, you did that a lot. When you were 7 and broke a glass cup, the way you solved it was hiding it in between the tiny opening between your counter and oven. Which actually ending up working..till your brother found it and immediately snitched.
Tonight though there was a perfect distraction, there was a party and half the school was going to be there, I mean it was a safe assumption saying Ellie wasn’t going to be. She hated parties, she said “It’s like a bunch of toddlers in a room, not really anything fun about that?” Which wasn’t completely false but she rarely let loose and actually drank.
Tonight’s plan was to get blackout drunk, forget Ellie, forget school, just forget everything as of now, and just hang out with the guy you loved..?
Because you love Alex how could you not?? He plays football, is popular, has a bunch of friends, treats you nice! You would be insane not to like him!! So why does everything with him feel so stale and forced? Shit now you’re thinking to much about this, Ellie is just getting in your head.
So when it was 11pm and your boyfriend Alex picked you up you made sure to make him the only thing on your mind, hanging around him, being touchy, anything to convince you that you love him. “Baby can you get me a drink” He ask smiling kissing your cheek “Yeah of course” You smile walking over to the kitchen grabbing a red solo cup filling it up with punch when as you look up, there she in. Ellie..
“Real gentleman you picked out.” Ellie says sarcastically drinking out of her red solo cup clearly tipsy if not drunk. “What..” You sigh looking up at her.. “I said real gentlemen. I mean because he’s grabbing your drinks and all!” She smiles looking at you right in the eyes.
“Why the fuck do you suddenly care so much Ellie.” You say annoyed looking at her. “I don’t care I just know you could do better..” She shrugs looking at her red solo cup the confidence disappearing after that sentence. “Who’s the magical person who’s better for me then Ellie?” You look up at her
Ellie sorta shrugs. She wants to say her but she rather skip on border school because her stupid crush on you, if her parents found out Ellie would be kicked out in a matter of seconds. “I don’t know, just someone better” you just slowly nod as Ellie finishes her sentence “Thanks for that great speech Ellie.” Ellie grabs you arm as you try and leave. “When did you start settling for low?” Ellie ask looking at you “Fuck you” You push her.
Ellie pushes you back “You’ve changed” You quickly shoot back “You act like you fucking like me!” you say probably to loud “You seem like a dyke Ellie.” You don’t even know why you said that!..well you sorta do. It was to cover your own ass, it was better to say that then “I think i’m in love with you Ellie”. Ellie almost immediately steps back and walks out which prompted you to follow “Ellie I didn’t fucking- fuck.” You can’t even finish your sentence before she’s gone, at this point you’re almost sure you just fully screwed up your whole friendship.
(Sunday 3:47am)
You can’t fall asleep knowing you called Ellie that, it was a heat of the moment and you didn’t even fucking mean it, it felt so much easier then admitting you think you love her? What if she didn’t feel the same when, then the whole school knows you like girls and next thing you know your parents find out and you’re getting sent to a border school to be “corrected”! Fuck, fuck, fuck. You get out of your bed throwing on a t shirt and sweatpants, what are you even doing??
You quickly sneak out your window and start running to Ellie’s house which is about a 7 minute normal walk. As you run up you notice that Ellie’s bedroom light is on, so sneakily climb up onto the roof, you used to do that a lot during summer after your mom would say no to a sleepover but once you climb up Ellie’s window you lightly knock on it.
After about a minute and a half she opens the window and sees it’s you almost immediately shutting it. Before Ellie can shut it though she puts her palm on the window. “Ellie can we talk” You ask genuinely nervous she might say no.. “No, i’m studying?” Ellie completely lies but she just needs a shitty excuse “Ellie it’s Sunday can I just come in. Please.” At this point it’s like your begging and Ellie eventually opens the window fully. You step in looking at her “I’m so sorry” you say almost immediately “Mhm” Ellie replies, she doesn’t wanna here stupid ass sorry’s
“Ellie” You say looking at her.
And as soon as Ellie looks up you lean forward and kiss her. Ellie moves her hands on your face and you do the same..
But that moment is cut almost immediately right after when Ellie’s father walks in..
A/N -> I hope this is okay for my first post!! I’ve been reading on tumblr for about a month now and I thought making something could be interesting. I might make a part 2 depending on if I feel like it considering this story ends on a cliff hanger 😭
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They fight over their S/O
all turtles x fem!reader
genre: poly relationship, silly, fluff, idk i was thinking far ahead i'm bored in the office rn please send help
summary: all they want is y/n's attention and her, on the other hand, just want to eat her snacks in peace
"You already have your time with her yesterday; today's my turn!"
"We were washing dishes! It's not exactly quality time for us!"
"Then I should be with her. I was at my lab all day."
"That's not fair! Raph snatched her away from me while we were playing Apex Legends!"
Despite the yelling, you were unbothered munching away your snacks in your lap. The TV distracted you from the chaos that's happening behind you.
"Seriously? You went back to him after he left for Paris and hooked up with his co-worker? The heck." You shook your head at the TV.
The argument gotten nearer each time and now they're surrounding you, 2 turtles at both your sides and another 2 on the floor.
"What are you watching, babe?" Raph gently asked.
"Uhh... it's kpop right now. They're debuting AIs this year. Insane." You blankly answered him, eyes still focusing on the tv.
"So, who's your favourite group right now?" Donnie curiously asked.
"If a girl group, I'm leaning to Dreamcatcher and (G)-Idle. As for boy groups, Ateez all the way." (A/N: readers may imagine it's your favourite kpop groups)
"Oh me too! They're like my favs." Mikey chirped.
"No they aren't. You don't even know who they are." Raph smacked the youngest's head.
The turtles squabble for about an hour or two until they finally died down, also enjoying the show you were interested in. You felt like you were craving something sweet and saw your m&m's mini tube on the coffee table. You asked if one of them can grab them for you but then they started arguing who should give it to you, each brothers snatching it from each other until Raph grabbed it and didn't realize his grip was so strong, the tube crushed into pieces.
Along with the chocolates inside.
"Aww, Raph! Look what you did." Mikey exclaimed.
"Oh no," Donnie yelped and all attention went to you - you were staring at the broken pieces of the chocolate on the floor but your fists were shaped into a ball, gripping on the sofa sheet you sat on.
"Babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- I'll get you another one! D-Don't get mad, please." Raph was nearly begging on his knees so you don't get mad because let's admit it; you're the scariest angry person out of the 5 of you in this poly relationship.
"You didn't mean to?" you lowly said, getting up from your seat. "I spent all day in this lair to spend more time with you but all you guys did was fighting with each other. How the hell am I supposed to--"
You were interrupted by Leo shoving m&m's in your mouth, which made you stop completely. Your face softened, slowly chewing the sweetness in your mouth.
"Aww, I love you all so much." You cooed, Leo giving you the extra pack of m&m's and you sat back down, attention on the tv again.
Raph and Mikey stared at Leo in shock, while Donnie had disappeared somewhere and came back with a calender and his notepad.
"Ohhhh," Donnie dragged, facepalming himself. "Today's her menstrual cycle. It's her 2nd day."
Leo was surprised by the info. "Wait, that was the reason? I thought she's just pissed so I ran to find extra packs to calm her down."
The other brothers just blinked and turned to each other.
"We suck at this relationship stuff."
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Bunny? It's MIFFY | FT7
Pairing: Ferran Torres x french!reader
Summary: in which ferran's girlfriend is obsessed with the miffy plushie.
Genre: SMAU
Warninga: grammar mistakes probably, google translated spanish & french
Author's note: this one is made specially for @zowanew the og miffy girl, ilysm and i hope you like it 🤍 (most of the pics contains Sira Martinez and I know she's not french but for the fic let's pretend she is)
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yourinstagram the love of my life and Ferran 🐰🤍
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ferrantorres WOW, thank you??
⤷yourinstagram you're welcome.
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ferrantorres did I just got replaced my a literal stuff toy?
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⤷ferrantorres stuff toy.
⤷yourinstagram blocked.
⤷username Ferran ilysm but don't you dare call miffy a stuff toy ever again.
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mikkykiemeny my girl 🤍
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username they're so cute tho 😭🩷
ferrantorres I love you ❤️
⤷yourinstagram I love you too I guess.
⤷ferrantorres you guess?!!
⤷pedri 😂🫵🏻
⤷username LMAO 😭😭
pablogavi i could use that as a punching bag.
⤷ferrantorres please do, you're doing everyone a favour
⤷yourinstagram DON'T YOU DARE GAVIRA.
⤷username that's something gavi would definitely do.
username okay but can we talk about how cute these two are?? No?? Anyone??
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yourinstagram he won a banana for me cause there was no game which winning prize was miffy 😔☝🏻
⤷ferrantorres be grateful?!
⤷yourinstagram I AM.
⤷username y/n would choose miffy over Ferran anyday
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⤷username she liked the comments lmfao, poor Ferran.
pedri why was I not invited?
⤷ferrantorres as if you don't thirdwheel us 6/7 times a week.
⤷pedri exactly. It should be 7/7
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⤷pedri R U D E.
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⤷mikkykiemeny me too.
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username everyday i open Instagram, saw these fuckers on my feed, wonder when it'll be me, cry myself to sleep, and then repeat.
⤷username us moment 🫂
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ferrantorres thought that was that rabbit but okay te amo ❤️
⤷yourinstagram for the last time ferran torres garcia it's MIFFY.
⤷ferrantorres rabbit.
⤷yourinstagram sleep at Pedri's today.
⤷ferrantorres I'M JOKING.
mikkykiemeny can't believe I got replaced by a basic white boy 😔.
⤷yourinstagram OFCOURSE NOT, you're my no.1
⤷mikkykiemeny I better be
pedri why was I not invited again.
⤷yourinstagram can you shut the fuck up?
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Fer<3
look what I just found
y/n
Ferran mfing Torres!!!!
You better bring one of em home
Fer<3
One? Nah.
y/n
Wjwhakshsh
Je t'aime tellement!!! (I love you so much)
Come home as soon as you can.
Fer<3
I love you too!!!
On my way
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ferrantorres te amo ❤️
⤷yourinstagram je t'aime aussi ❤️(i love you too)
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ferrantorres the gift giver>>>
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mikkykiemeny I'm better than both
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Grace's note: this one was quite fun, I hope you like it @zowanew and Ferran literally loves you.
#ferran torres#ferran torres x reader#ferran torres x fem reader#ferran torres x you#ferran torres x y/n#fc barcelona#barcelona#football x reader#footballer x reader#footballer x y/n#footballer x you#football fic#ferran torres fic#footballer smau#leclercloml
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tags: reader is a big cry baby, aizawa and reader are married, gen reader, reader wears mascara, eri is confused and concerned, i need something fluffy after the misery bnha is putting me through rn
synopsis: graduation comes and aizawa is beyond happy.
aizawa shouta laughs when class 1-a graduates.
he’s overjoyed, elated and bursting with pride. he watches them line up in their uniforms, bright eyed and smiling ever after everything that they had gone through. he doesn’t even get a tear out because you’re at his side bawling like a newborn.
your face is in your hands and you’re sniffling loudly, tears making through through the cracks of your fingers. you spent all day getting ready and now you’re face is soaking wet with tears and snot. he hands you the handkerchief that was folded in the pocket of his suit and pats your back. eri looks up at you with eyes that filled with more concern than curiosity.
“here, come on they haven’t even gotten their diplomas yet and you’re already crying.” he says, voice softened by affection. you wipe at your face with the soft material, mascara streaks making you look like a raccoon. he bits back a chuckle.
“are you okay?” eri asks from her place at your side, little hands gripping your jacket. you nod your head and take gulps of air. you hiccup and wipe your eyes again.
“i’m-i’m just so h-happy. that they made it.” you look at shouta and he smiles - even with your lip wobbly and your face scrunched up from your happy sobs you still are the prettiest person he’s ever seen.
“they made it shouta.” he blinks back his own tears. the scars still ache but they have healed. his students have bloomed wonderfully, chasing the sun despite the hardships. he glances back at them - he can see midoriya’s nervous face and can hear bakugou’s shouts. iida’s rigid regard for etiquette and todoroki’s monotone voice cutting through. even on a day like today they are still causing a ruckus in there section.
they are his pride and joy.
“yes, they have. they will go only further from here.” he says and if you didn’t know shouta they way you know him, you’d miss the soft crack in his voice. but you know shouta like the palms of your hands and you know there’s a part of him that cracks at the fact that they aren’t his anymore.
“shouta please d-dont cry cuz then i’ll cry-“, you can even finish your sentence before another sob is heaved from your chest. he can’t help but laugh - you’ve never been one to cry in public events, the only time he can remember is your wedding and you had scampered off the altar to cool off before coming back.
“don’t laugh at me!” you almost whine and shouta truthfully can’t help himself but chuckle at your watery expression - you looked like a baby seal on the ice from that documentary you made him watch with you. he wipes your tear tracks and mascara lines, tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“sorry for laughing, it’s just humorous to see you like this. the last i saw you like this is during our wedding.” what he thinks would soothe only make you cry more.
“why would you bring up the happiest day of my life on the 2nd most happiest day of my life when i’m already crying!” whatever you say next is blurred, the film of the memory continuing and aizawa shouta can only think about how happy he is right now, and how happy he will be when he tells hizashi about how you bawled like a baby before the ceremony even started.
#lamb.writes#aizawa x reader#aizawa fluff#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#i watched the ep today and i needed to write aizawa at class 1-a’s grad#i wrote this with monty in mind because we r both emo#over this guy and his students
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 2
For today something a little... Secret.
Character: Marco the Phoenix
Reader: non-binary/afab
Warnings: Part one of five, reader not an active participant, voyeurism, masturbation, 18+
Summary: Ace has been marked as the 2nd Division commander, and after a long day of celebrating, something - and someone - catches your eye. -:- 963 words
Onesome
It had been a good day, though kind of a long one. The Whitebeard Pirates had much to celebrate – birthdays alone were cause for monthly celebrations, but today Portgas D. Ace had been officially marked as 2nd Division commander.
Festivities had started after breakfast and hadn’t stopped until long after the sun was down, and even then, they only stopped because most of the raucous members of the crew had drunk themselves into a stupor.
You weren’t against any manner of festivities, but they generally wore you out. You preferred to stay in the darker parts of the ship and nap, than be in the midst of the celebrations. You couldn’t avoid attention during your birthday month, and you didn’t want to avoid attention too much today – Ace was one of the people who you shared your bed with.
The crew was pretty flexible about who attended to whom in the wee hours of the morning and the dark hours of the night. Usually not too overt when it was time for work and business, the off-hours were another story. By the time you joined the crew Marco, Izou and Thatch had long been tangled up with one another, and none of them had been subtle or shy about offering you a space.
When Ace finally joined, you and Marco brought him in, and your little circle had effectively been set for the time being. So you had made an extra effort to face the wild energy of the crew, only stealing away a few times to grab a nap and desperately try to recharge.
Now it was nearly four in the morning, most of the crew was passed out from drink, some of the crew were only wide awake because watch had to be set regardless of the celebration, and the rest of the crew – much like yourself – was slinking off to your room to sleep. Nights, or mornings, like these were spent in your single bunk. You didn’t want to wake Thatch or Marco if they were already asleep, since they both often had early mornings.
Izou would be willing to snuggle, but he could be on support, so you would just -.
You stopped, having passed Marco’s room. The door was just barely ajar, but you were positive you know what you saw.
Stepping back, you stand away from the crack in the door, and look in, spotting Marco sitting in a chair. The room had a candle, somewhere outside of your field of vision, but it was just barely enough light to catch the soft shimmer of sweat on his arms and chest. He was shirtless, pants open, one hand braced on the side of the chair, the other stroking his cock.
You froze. Part of you wanted to step inside and offer to help him. The longer you looked the more you realized he’d cum at least once already, but was still too wound up, or pent up, to fall asleep.
The other part of you won out, however, and you watched him. Marco was beautiful. His skin was flawless in large part due to his devil fruit, but even without it you were certain he’d be just as alluring. Tall, almost lanky, just thick enough you wouldn’t quite call him wiry. His eyes were hooded, they almost always were. It was nearly impossible to get those beautiful blue eyes to open wide, but the longer you were with him the less you tried.
Marco’s hands were smooth no matter how much work he did, and as you watched his fingers flex against his rock-hard shaft you wondered if that made it harder for him to jerk off. If it was more difficult, he’d certainly sorted out the logistics long before now. You watched how fast he went, how he’d roll his thumb just under the tip, looking up at the ceiling and bucking his hips a little.
What was he imagining? Who was he imagining? It didn’t have to be you. It happened rarely, but Izou was divine on his knees. Thatch would be red down to his shoulders, the barrel-chested cook was almost as much of a sub as Ace, though they both filled the role of dom well when they wanted.
Your lips parted, imagining yourself between his thighs, murmuring sweet and needy words, not quite begging him for anything, but wanting him to cum because of you. To cover your face or coat your throat, or anywhere he wanted to finish. To see those hooded eyes dilated, rimmed in blue that seemed to glow the more his emotions stirred, to hear his breath get rough.
You were too far away right now, and he was trying to stay quiet, but you knew him enough to know the signs. His feet flexed against the sandals, the smooth motion of his hand stuttered a little as the hand that was braced against the chair came up to his mouth.
He bit the knuckle of his index finger to stifle the grunt as his body tensed, his cock twitching as he pumped it faster. He ejaculated into the air, feet wrapped around the legs of the chair as he worked himself through the entire orgasm, letting the last few spurts dribble over his fingers as he sank into the chair.
You gnaw your lower lip a little, thighs shifting against one another as you consider going into his room. At the very least you need to beg him to masturbate for you someday. Anything to get a front row seat to that sight.
Marco’s hand starts to move again, and you take a step toward the door, but a gloved hand covers your mouth and another gloved hand pulls you back quickly and silently.
You’ve been caught.
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I have read all your rottmnt works bc I recently (finally!) got into this amazing show. I love your work!!
If you ever have the time, I'd love to see a Donnie-fic where maybe he gets jealous when his crush wears his brother's colours, and either tries to "sneakily" (clearly not subtle) put them in purple/his clothes/brand, or (if you have enough inspiration to continue the 'mating season' idea) claim them some other way? *wink*
I always hear about possessive turtles (esp from Donnie) but I don't see much of it (esp from Donnie). We like to see some spicy turtles lol
thank you!! i couldn't squeeze anything spicy in this time but i think i managed to get a little bit of that possessive behaviour! :)
Notes: 2nd POV & fem reader for this one
Okay here's your fic! :D
When you walk into the lair wearing red, Donnie’s fists come down against a table.
You flinch at the sound and turn away from your conversation with Raph to peer at him expectantly. Under your observation, Donnie swipes his hand over the area he’s just hit, pretending to dust something off.
"There was a bug.”
You nod sort of distractedly and return your attention to his brother, who’s continued his dialogue, never one to be particularly bothered by interruptions.
If this were any other day, Donnie might have mulled over whether or not you actually bought his lame attempt at a cover-up. Today, though, he keeps his focus trained on you, straining to hear what you’re saying as he tinkers mindlessly somewhere in the background.
You.
You... in that little scarlet tank top.
You, making him chew through several different writing utensils.
He hadn't thought much of it when you showed up wearing the most adorable orange crew neck the other day. He’d barely registered the colour at all. Why study your clothing when you were there, scribbling away in your notebook, the cutest crease between your brows as you paused every so often to punch in something on your calculator...
It was only when Mikey passed by and playfully bumped you on the side, buoyantly exclaiming something like “hey Y/N, we’re matching!” that Donnie had picked up on it.
With your head still in math problems, it’d taken you half a second longer to process what his younger brother was saying, but when you did, you broke out in the most award-winning grin. “Oh! Hey, yeah!”
And then you’d fully stood up to compare hues and textiles, chatting up a storm of delight.
It was sweet—endearing, even.
But then it happened again...
The next time he saw you, you were in a brilliant cobalt long-sleeve cropped tee. It hugged you in all the right places and brought out your features stunningly.
Donnie would’ve been a fool not to notice, which is probably exactly why Leo did.
“Ho-ho-ho! Repping me today, Y/N?”
You’d laughed, looking down at yourself like you just now remembered you were wearing his colour, and pointed at him enthusiastically. “Hey! Yeah, I guess I am!”
“I always knew you were a fan,” he’d grinned, throwing his arm around you easily.
You made a show of rolling your eyes and shoved him away jovially. “Keep pushing, Nardo. See where it gets you."
Donnie likes your personality, he does. He likes that you’re charming and witty and that you can keep up with all of them.
So, why then, had he snapped his pencil in half the moment Leo got close to you and tauntingly asked, “Is that an invitation, Y/L/N?"
He’d wanted to step right between the two of you and spread his arms as far as they would go—pummel his twin into oblivion if the right situation presented itself.
He’d just reached for another pencil instead.
Donnie almost forgot about those events. Whatever you’d worn between then and now must’ve not struck him as anything spectacularly out of the ordinary—maybe you’d worn black or grey or green. He wasn’t sure. But now…
But now.
The red.
God, it’s like you’re doing it on purpose.
He knows it’s silly to get worked up over something this trivial, but he can’t help it. And when Raph inevitably calls attention to such a discovery? Forget it.
“Hey! Did you wear red for me?” He sounds so excited. Pathetic, Donnie thinks scornfully.
You look down at yourself. “Oh! Y’know, I’d love to say that I did, but just a happy accident I guess.”
In the distance, Donnie narrows his eyes, unconvinced that you’re not doing this just to torture him. He repeats the last part of your sentence under his breath, mocking your voice in an entirely unintelligible grumble.
“What was that, D?” Raph asks genuinely, craning his neck around you to address the boy with steam wafting up off of him.
“Hm? Nothing, just that pesky bug.” He laughs too loudly and hits the table again. “Got it!”
The both of you blink at him and he can nearly feel his cheeks turn the colour of your shirt if they could turn such a colour.
Well, this is certainly a blow to his pride.
“I shall fetch a tissue!” he announces overzealously, and books it out of the room at lightning speed, taking a sharp turn in the direction of the thermostat. He peeks over his shoulder before cranking it way down.
If he needs to turn his brothers into turtsicles, so be it. You’ll be asking for a sweater any minute now.
Any… minute…
Yep, that’s what he told himself forty-five minutes ago, just as you settled into his lab, sitting across from him at his high table.
He glances over every few seconds now, anticipating, and doing his best to suppress some pretty gnarly teeth-chattering.
“Hey, uh, aren’t you a little cold, Y/N? Do you, um, do you want a jacket—I can get you a jacket,” he tells you, breath coming out in a cloud.
You’re engrossed in yet more school work—this time, a history textbook. “Mm, n-no, thank you,” you respond almost unconsciously, not tearing your eyes away from the open page.
“Oh, okay,” Donnie says and pulls his purple Dragons club jacket out from behind him.
He leaves it on the table between the two of you for a few minutes, pretending to busy himself with a screwdriver and a circuit board... until he can’t take it anymore. You still haven’t looked up from your reading and it’s driving him nuts.
It’s only once you feel something touch your shoulders that your concentration is sliced clean through. You sit up poker-straight, jolting at the feel of soft fabric being draped over your form. Behind you is a very sheepish-looking Donatello, snaking, slinking, and all but slithering about.
You put down your pencil. “Okay, I give. What’s going on with you?”
“Whatever do you mean?” Those odd little inflections he does have become so normalized to you that the comical stiffness with which he says this doesn’t derail your resolve in the slightest. Shucks.
“You’ve been acting weird all afternoon. Is it my tank top? Does it bother you that much?”
“No!” he rushes out. “I mean, yes, but not for the reason you think!”
It’s difficult not to feel self-conscious with that kind of response, and you pull his jacket on properly, hoping to hide your front a little more if that’s what’s making him so uncomfortable.
The second it’s on though; the second you’re wearing his colour, his attire, his… He completely short-circuits. (Is this what it’s like to be Mikey?)
You’re looking at him funny and calling his name, but his basic motor functions are as good as gone. (Is he having a stroke right now?
He knew you’d look in purple but… god damn.)
He’s just regaining his ability to think—forget speak—when his door flies open with a gruff “DONNIE!”
The dancing sparkles and rose-coloured orbs poof from his vision with a disembodied pop!
“WHY’S it so cold in here?” Raph berates. "We’re all freezing! What’d you do now?!”
“Um,” Donnie punctuates too defensively for the bearings of a guilty man. “First of all, I am deeply wounded by your preposterous implication that I had anything to do with this. And, second of all…” His head falls and his voice gets quiet. “Check the thermostat...”
Raph squints, suspicious and testy, before backing out of the room, mumbling something about the gifted child under his breath.
Meanwhile, puzzle pieces are starting to fit together in your mind.
Part of you wants to tease him. You could take off his jacket—claim it’s actually hot in here. You could tell him you’re not really that big a fan of the colour or that the garment is a little scratchy.
The better part of you, however, surmises that, if your friend has gone to such great lengths to see this through, it might be better to attend to this one delicately.
You double-check to make sure that his brother is indeed no longer in the room before folding your arms and confronting a shamefaced Donatello.
“You were going to be next, you know?”
His eyes shift from side to side nervously and he feigns ignorance. “W-what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. I didn’t plan it initially, but I thought it might be fun to keep going. Saved the best for last and everything.”
He perks up at that last part, lifting his head to look at you. “You... Really?”
You nod. “Had the cutest little babydoll all ready to go. But… I guess the jacket works too.”
His posture wilts. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think jealousy was in my roster of attributes, but here we are.”
“It’s not an attribute,” you insist. “It’s a feeling. You know what those are right?"
He bites back a smile and shakes his head. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be the smartest on the team, you’ve now said that twice in the last minute.”
This time he does smile, but you can tell it’s without his consent. “Gah—fine!” he relents. “I’ve been had! Just put me out of my misery already.”
You let out a hearty chortle at this and figure he’s paid enough. Still, this doesn’t stop you from asking: “So… how do I look?”
He averts his gaze anxiously, eyes flitting back to you erratically like he can’t quite help himself, then clears his throat. “Uh, goo—yeah, um good. You look good.”
“My god, that was painful.” You start to slip the windbreaker off when he stops you.
“N-no. Seriously, um—“ He holds a hand out and swallows harshly. “Keep it on. If-if you want. It looks good on you.”
And now it’s your turn to blush. You wish desperately in these moments that you had some kind of control over it; it’s all fun and games when you’re not the one who’s flustered.
There’s some kind of shift in his demeanour at your reaction, though—his confidence apparently skyrocketing exponentially because the next words out of his mouth are: “And not just because it’s purple.”
“Oh?”
“It’s also… mine."
(Gone are the nervous gulps and fumbling hands, apparently.)
There are insinuations behind those words too—the kind that make your heart pick up speed in your chest—and you scramble for a witty retort.
“I’ll have to steal your hoodie next time then.”
(...Mediocre but it’ll have to do.)
Donnie goes stock-still at this response, like he’s conjuring up the mental image. And then he smirks. Like, a full-on, self-satisfied, impish smirk. Jesus.
“Good idea."
Alright—where the hell is this coming from?
Despite your discomfiture, you have to admit the thought of wearing his clothes is unexpectedly... comfortable—about as comfortable as the real deal. You toy with the fabric of the sleeve reflexively, lost to your ruminating.
If you go home that night, accidentally taking his jacket with you and finding, as you finish up your history reading, that it still smells like him… you figure none will be the wiser.
If you rummage around in your closet a little later in the evening, looking for all things violet, amethyst, plum, and lavender... Well, so what?
And if you show up to the next beach day clad in a bright purple two-piece...
Maybe you’re looking forward to the kind of results it might yield.
#rottmnt fanfic#rottmnt fanfiction#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie#rottmnt donnie x reader#my fanfic tag#writing requests
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Pass the Salt
Note: this was requested by @runawayengineer a WHILE ago and I'm SO sorry I took forever! But here it is!
Characters: Diluc, Albedo, and Xiao
Synopsis: each family has a dinner with their daughter and s/o, and shit goes south when their child asks a question
Diluc
Okay so honestly
He wasn't really happy about having dinner with his daughters s/o
Diluc really is the father that will never like any of his children's s/o's
Why? Because he knows how cruel people can be, and doesn't want his children getting hurt
So he makes himself believe that there is something wrong with their s/o to validate his reason(s) for not liking them
Of course you have to lecture him multiple times before hand not to cause a scene at the dinner table
He will tolerate them only for his child's sake
When they arrive, Diluc goes straight to his daughter and gives her a bunch of hugs and kisses
To which she tries to stop him due to being embarrassed in front of her s/o
Dilucs demeanor changes as he sticks his hand out and greets the man
The man shakes his hand back, trying to hide the fact he was nervous
After your daughter gives you hugs and kisses, and her s/o greets you, the four of you sit down at the dinner table
Everything is going well so far.....
Your daughter tells countless stories about her and their s/o earning laughs from you and small chuckles from Diluc
Diluc felt relief wash over him
He was dreading tonight but it actually turned out better than he expected
"Daddy can you pass me the salt please?"
Both Diluc and her s/o reach their hands out to grab the salt
They both stop and stare at each other
The only expression the poor red headed man could make was one of horror
While the s/o slowly retracted his hand and tried to change the subject immediately
You tried your best to hide your laughs for the sake of your husband
Diluc was frozen, he didn't know what to do
He wanted to stop the thoughts that raced through his head
His face began to turn red from embarrassment
"Daddy what's the matter?"
At this point I believe you would lose your composure and burst out laughing hysterically
Causing Diluc to slam his head on the table and mutter countless profanities under his breath
In conclusion, Diluc.exe has stopped working for the evening
Albedo
When he was informed that his daughter and s/o were coming over for dinner
He was absolutely delighted
He would finally be able to see his baby girl again
I believe Albedo would like his child's s/o unlike Diluc
He knows what it feels like to be in love, so to see his baby girl find someone who loves her and treats her right makes his worries be at ease
Don't get it twisted, Albedo would definitely be on the defensive just incase anything happened between his child and their s/o
After cooking for hours and tidying up the house, your child entered the house with her s/o
"Daddy!"
She ran to him with her arms opened wide
His were open just as wide as he engulfed her into a bear hug
Her s/o approached him and shook his hand
"It's a pleasure to see you again sir."
"No, the pleasure is all mine."
At the table you all shared stories, filling the room with laughter and joy
Albedo was enjoying himself
There was no reason not to be right?
"Het daddy, can you pass me the salt?"
Albedo and her s/o reach for the salt
Making the atmosphere awkward
Albedo blinked a couple times
Genuinely was confused at first
Meanwhile his s/o was trying so HARD not to laugh
Albedo then came to the conclusion, just by looking at his daughter's facial expression
His daughter looked mortified, and gave an angry look to her s/o
"Can you please explain to me why you call him daddy when he is not your father?"
See I believe that Abledo is a little shit a times and loves to be chaotic and this was one of those times
Plus the fact that he wore the same blank expression as he always does when he spoke made the situation 10x funnier.
In conclusion, the 2nd hand embarrassment was real
Xiao
Today was going to be such a drag
On the one hand, Xiao was super excited that his only child was visiting them
But on the other hand, he didn’t feel like dealing with their over-the-top s/o
He thought no one could ever top Hu Tao in the level of annoyance
But he was wrong
You could clearly see his annoyance grow as the minute's ticked by
“Xiao, it’s going to be okay. We barely get to see our child, just keep quiet as usual and things will be ok.”
“You know that’s not going to happen with his constant need to ask questions and answer them with follow-up questions. I can feel a headache coming on.”
All you could do was roll your eyes
Finally, it was dusk, and your daughter has made her way to your home
“Mom! Dad!” She screamed
“Baby!” You embraced your child with a tight bear hug
After she hugged you, she ran to her father and nearly tackled him to the floor
“It is wonderful to see you Miss (Y/N).” Her s/o squealed like a school girl, making Xiao’s sanity fade little by little
“It is wonderful to see you too!”
Xiao muttered a faint hello and walked to the dining room with his daughter.
Everything was going alright
Xiao appeared to be having a good time, listening to his child’s back-to-back stories
While you listened to her s/o since you enjoyed his stories as well
Everyone began to eat while still talking about their stories
It all went downhill when your child asked a question
“Hey Daddy, can you pass me the salt?”
“Sure.” Xiao and her s/o said in unison as they both reached for the salt
The entire atmosphere of the room changed
The silence was so sharp, that even the dullest knife could cut it
Your child’s s/o quickly retracted his hand back to his side as Xiao slowly grabbed the salt and handed it to your child without breaking eye contact with the male
“Why did you reach for the salt when she clearly asked me to do it?” He asked, his golden eyes glowing a bit
You tried so hard not to laugh, you had to make a weird face to keep your laughs contained
“Daddy it was an accident.” (Y/C/N) tried to explain but Xiao wasn't having it
“His name is (S/O/N), not Daddy.”
Your daughter fell silent and that’s when you lost it
Xiao snapped his neck to look at your face, red as a tomato (thomato)
“I-I’m SO SORRY!” You yelped
Since Xiao clearly wasn’t going to drop the topic, you had to explain it in the best way possible
Once you calmed down, you grabbed his hand and brought him a couple of feet away from the dinner table to the other two couldn’t hear
As you whispered in Xiao’s ear, his face went wide, before his whole body fell backward onto the floor
He had fainted, his mind couldn’t handle the information or the unwanted scenario that tried to play in his head
“DADDY! What happened?!” Your daughter shouted.
“Congratulations sweety! You killed your father! Now, who wants dessert?!”
This took me about a year to do I'm so sorry! I hope you enjoy it and be on the lookout for some Alhaitham content👁👁
-Ping Ping
-09/10/22
#genshin headcanons#genshin husbandos#genshin imagines#genshin impact#genshin x reader#albedo headcanons#albedo#albedo x reader#diluc x reader#diluc imagines#diluc headcanons#genshin crack#xiao#xiao x reader#xiao imagines#xiao headcanons
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goo oneshot of him being jealous of gun because the reader was extra clingy to him that day due to gun being busy and that the reader missed him that much (poly relationship) <33 ty! im in need of goo oneshots 😔😭😭
silly jealousy (goo kim x reader x gun park)
details: fluffy/crack oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you are in a poly relationship with gun and goo
summary: your boyfriend gun's been so busy, the one time he finally has time off you make sure to spend time with him. however, in the process, your other boyfriend begins to feel quite jealous, and petty dumb shit happens.
a/n: here u go, thank u for requesting :D hopefully this fills your goo oneshot needs 🙏
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Okay, Goo knew why you were sticking by Gun's side all day, and he knew what to expect when he signed up for a relationship in which you would be a shared partner with his least favorite coworker, but come on, wasn't even this too much?!
Sure, Gun had been busy lately and that made you miss him so when he finally came home today you happily jumped into his arms but ever since then, Goo's only been given scraps of your love, attention, and time!
You kept sitting in Gun's lap while Goo would be off to the side awkwardly holding your hand, or he'd be third wheeling behind you two while walking down a sidewalk, and it was all becoming increasingly annoying for him.
What made this situation even worse was the smirks Gun kept giving him whenever he was doing something romantic with you.
Honestly, Goo had lost track of how many times he wanted to strangle Gun. That sunglasses wearing bastard was damn lucky you were around or else he'd be six feet under by Goo's hands.
Anyways, currently the three of you were eating dinner together. Or, trying to, because the tension in the air was a little too thick to be enjoying a home cooked meal together.
Or rather, a meal you and Gun made, because Goo was totally left out (not really, he's just being dramatic). Not to mention, Gun definitely intentionally splashed boiling water on Goo, meanwhile when Gun got stabbed a little, that was only by accident! You didn't have to yell at him for as long as you did...
At the very least, you patched them both up and now they both sat in their seats at the dinner table, Goo feeling a little dumb with his bandaged foot and Gun with a bandaged hand. You sat across from both of them, making them sit together since they apparently couldn't behave today when you were with one or the other for too long.
"How are you enjoying your meal, dear?"
Goo continued to stare down at his plate and poke at his food while you looked towards Gun and answered with a charming smile, "It's good!"
"I'm happy to hear that." Gun nodded, smiling back. Before he could say anything more, Goo started to scrape his plate, the grating sound cutting off Gun. He side-eyed Goo, who only continued to play it cool.
Your smile grew strained. "Um. What were you going to say, Gun?"
He brightened up just hearing your question. "Ah, I was going to talk about my work. Things have gotten interesting, would you like to hear about it?"
"Sure." You straighten up in your seat, showing you were listening as you continued to eat.
Meanwhile, Goo also began to eat. He mostly blocked out Gun's words and just paid attention to your expression changes. The cute surprise to the pretty grins from laughing made him swoon, but knowing they were being caused by Gun only added sparks to the flame of jealousy he had been trying to keep on the low. Kind of.
Suddenly, the urge to be a nuisance to Gun popped up like many times before and Goo knew he couldn't possibly deny it. So, somewhat discreetly, he moved an elbow and knocked down the spoon by Gun's plate.
Gun immediately glared at him and then turned to you to say, "Sorry, give me a moment."
Just as he bent down a bit to pick up the spoon, Goo grabbed his bandaged hand, tightly gripping on it with a very fake smile on his face. He almost wanted to laugh when he saw Gun narrow his brows and slightly squint an eye in pain, but instead said, "Let me get that for you! I'll get you a new spoon."
Gun huffed and pulled his hand out of Goo's grasp while Goo picked up the spoon and stood up to wash it and grab a new one. As he did so, he noticed you staring at both of them with a slightly suspicious look. He chose to pay it no mind and sat back down after setting down the new spoon by Gun's plate.
"Anyways..." Gun cleared his throat and continued his story, shortly finishing it afterwards. When he did, he looked Goo's way, a small, menacing smile on his face. "Why don't you say something? We've been leaving you out, haven't we?"
You began to look worried. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry if you've been feeling like that, Goo. And I know I already talked to you about why I was spending so much time with Gun today, but I didn't mean to neglect you."
Goo decided to ignore Gun acting weird and just felt relieved to hear your comfort. "No worries, I understand. But I want to hear about your day before I tell you mine!"
"Alright," you replied with a chuckle, before going on to describe your day.
The whole time Goo listened intently, he also had his guard up because he thought Gun was up to something with his menacing smile, but surprisingly nothing happened. The man just quietly ate his food and made comments when necessary to your words.
Meanwhile, Goo lead the conversation with you about your day, until you finished and asked about his day. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a yelp came out instead as he felt Gun dig his heel into his bandaged foot.
"GUN, YOU SON OF A--"
Your loud sigh cut off Goo and he started to feel slightly guilty from your facepalm. "Guys..." you trailed off. "Look, I'm sorry if I caused this tension by paying attention to Gun a lot today, but you guys are grown men. Not boys in high school. You can't be picking petty fights with one another over me."
Goo and Gun became silent, and the heaviness of it increased as you looked up from your facepalm with a deadpan.
Eventually, Gun said, "You're right. I was being immature. I'm sorry."
Goo just huffed. "I still think my actions are justified but since it's inconveniencing you, I will... try to stop." He gave you a small grin. "No promises though." You raised a brow and he added, "I will promise if you give me a hug though. And if we spend the night in my room watching a movie."
He felt a warmth of pride flow into his chest when your serious expression cracked a smile.
"Alright." You sighed softly and stood up from your seat, making a quick walk around the table to hug Goo, who also stood up to return it. He made sure to linger with his hug and then let you go with pink dusted across his cheeks.
"Thanks, I love you!"
"Love you, too, you dork," you hummed in reply, going back to your seat.
While you did that, Goo sat back down and turned to Gun with a smug look.
Gun stared, muttered something, and before Goo knew it, a fist came flying his way and you were yelling, "Can we please just have a normal dinner for once?!"
#lookism x reader#goo kim x reader#requests#bye i had way too much fun writing this KSJDBWJDKS#love gun and goo's dumbass dynamic so much <3
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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY
based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … 17 March
In a notable book on Irish gay history Terrible Queer Creatures Brian Lacey presents some evidence that Saint Patrick may have had a long term intimate relationship with a man:"St. Patrick himself may have had a relationship tinged with homoeroticism. Tirechan, a late seventh century cleric who wrote about St. Patrick, tells the story of a man Patrick visited and converted to Christianity, who had a son to whom Patrick took a strong liking. Tirechan wrote that "he gave him the name Benignus, because he took Patrick's feet between his hands and would not sleep with his father and mother, but wept unless he would be allowed to sleep with Patrick." Patrick baptized the boy and made him his close lifelong companion, so much so that Benignus succeeded Patrick as bishop of Armagh."
Going backwards in his life, I have seen elsewhere a report* that after his escape from slavery and return to Britain, he supported himself by working for a time as a prostitute - yes, good old Patrick sold sexual favours.
Does this sound far fetched? Not if you consider the historical realities of the time. Patrick's home was in Roman Britain. Throughout the Empire, prostitution was an entirely acceptable way for men or women in desperate circumstances to make a living. Consider also his likely experience as a slave. In both Roman and Greek society, as well as elsewhere, it was assumed that one of the duties of a slave, particularly if young or attractive, was to provide sexual services on demand. Ireland was not under Roman rule, but there is no reason to suppose that the conditions of slavery were notably different. (Lacy shows in his book that in pre-christian Ireland same sex relationships were accepted and respected.)
There is another reason, though why we as queer Catholics should look to Patrick as a role model, regardless of his own sexual history, a reason which goes to the heart of his mission.
In Faith Beyond Resentment, theologian James Alison observes that in the Gospel story of the healing of the man possessed by demons, Jesus instruction to the man after healing was to "Go home," that is, back to the community which had tormented and rejected him, back to his persecutors.
This is what Patrick did. Having escaped from slavery and returned to his original home, he responded to what he saw as a call to return to the country of his captivity, to go back to the land of his tormentors - and convert them.
*In a comment to an earlier posting of this piece, theologian John McNeill has said that the book with this story was How The Irish Saved Civilization, by Thomas Cahill, who claims "Patrick paid for his passage back to Ireland by servicing the sailors on the boat."
1913 – People around the world know Clay Shaw (d.1974) as the only person ever tried for the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Most, however, do not know that he was a highly decorated war hero, a prominent New Orleans businessman, a French Quarter preservationist, a valued civic leader, and, from age sixteen, a successful playwright.
He was also a homosexual in a time and a place that viewed homosexuality as abhorrent, immoral, and criminal. In that society, gay people, particularly prominent citizens like Clay Shaw, were compelled to remain closeted and were extremely vulnerable.
When he was five he and his family moved to New Orleans. At Warren Easton High School, Shaw's one-act play "Submerged," which he wrote with a classmate, won a state playwriting contest. Seventy-five years later, it was still being produced by high school drama clubs.
When World War II began, Shaw enlisted as a private in the medical corps. Soon commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant, he was appointed to the staff of Brigadier General Charles O. Thrasher, directing supplies for the million men who crossed the English Channel in the D-Day invasion.
For his role in liberating France from the Nazi occupation, Shaw was awarded the Bronze Star and the Legion of Merit by the United States Army and the Croix de Guerre by the government of France.
Discharged from the Army in 1946, Major Shaw returned to New Orleans. Shaw was hired to launch the International Trade Mart, whose dual objectives were to sell American products abroad and to increase foreign trade into the Port of New Orleans.
At his retirement, the City of New Orleans awarded him its highest honor, the International Order of Merit, in appreciation of his many contributions to the city.
On November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas. President Lyndon B. Johnson appointed a blue-ribbon committee to investigate the assassination and to report its findings to the American people. Headed by Supreme Court Chief Justice Earl Warren, it became known as the Warren Commission. The Commission concluded that Lee Harvey Oswald was the lone assassin, but a large portion of the population felt that they had not presented the whole story.
New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison saw in the Kennedy assassination his opportunity for fame. He announced that the Warren Commission had deliberately lied to the American people, purposefully covering up a conspiracy. Garrison proposed variously that the conspiracy was hatched by the C. I. A., the F. B. I., the military-industrial complex, Cuban Communists, and Lyndon Johnson and Texas oil barons.
But Garrison needed a theory that allowed him jurisdiction to prosecute, so he came up with the idea that the conspiracy was planned in New Orleans, and the assassination was a "homosexual thrill killing." He told a journalist, "They had the same motive as Loeb and Leopold when they murdered Bobbie Franks in Chicago."
On March 1, 1967, Jim Garrison arrested Clay Shaw and charged him with conspiring to assassinate President Kennedy. Garrison knew Shaw was gay, but the general public did not, though soon Shaw's homosexuality was exposed. The discreetly gay Shaw was soon described as a sadist as well as a homosexual.
The trial finally began in early 1969. Garrison produced witnesses who swore that they saw Shaw plotting to kill the President. As the trial progressed, however, it became clear these witnesses were nothing more than an odd assortment of crackpots and toadies whose stories were incompatible with each other.
The jury took less than an hour of deliberation to return with a verdict of not guilty. The date was March 1, 1969, exactly two years after Shaw's arrest.
Two days later Garrison re-arrested Shaw, this time charging him with perjury. It took another two years, and the last of Shaw's retirement savings, finally to get the United States Supreme Court to order Garrison to stop persecuting Clay Shaw. By this time Shaw's resources were depleted, and he had to return to work.
The strain of the five-year ordeal took its toll on Shaw's health. He died of lung cancer on August 14, 1974. He was 61 years old.
The experience of Shaw is a telling reminder of the vulnerability of closeted gay men and lesbians in the pre-Stonewall era. Precisely because of his homosexuality, Shaw made an inviting target for the machinations of a ruthless politician.
1938 – Rudolph Nureyev, Russian-born dancer and choreographer (d.1993); Nureyev became the most famous male dancer in the West before he was 30 — and the most publicized. His influence on the world of ballet changed the perception of male dancers; in his own productions of the classics the male roles received much more choreography. Another important influence was his crossing the borders between classical ballet and modern dance by performing both. Today it is normal for dancers to receive training in both styles, but Nureyev was originator, and the practice was much criticized in his day.
Nureyev by Richard Avedon
Famously well-endowed, his sexual life was the stuff of legend - the gay playboy of the western world. But he also enjoyed several long-term relationships - he spent the early 60s involved with an older Danish dancer named Eric Bruhn (1928-1986) but their relationship had suffered from something of a 'Star Is Born' nature as Nureyev's career rocketed and Bruhn became an alcoholic. In the 1970s, he had a long relationship with Wallace Potts, a director and archivist; and in 1978 he met a young dancer named Robert Tracy, who moved into his New York apartment and stayed for fourteen years until he was evicted, complaining that he had been treated `like a lackey'.
That he partied everywhere and was photographed partying everywhere was as clever a manipulation of the press as Diaghelev's successful attempts to get the public to focus on Nijinsky's considerable crotch. "We want Rudy," the fans screamed, "especially in the nudi!" It was all part of the show. So when Dave Kopay, an athlete of a different sort, casually mentioned in his best-selling autobiography that Nureyev visited Gay bars, no one particularly cared. The Celebrity Register had already printed the peculiar warning of an English friend: "I told Rudy he can be as naughty as he likes, but if he isn't more careful, they're going to find him... some morning in an alley in Soho, his head laid open with a lorry driver's spanner."
When HIV-AIDS appeared in France in about 1982, Nureyev took little notice. For several years he simply denied that anything was wrong with his health: when, about 1990, he became undeniably ill, he is said to have attributed these to other ailments. He tried several experimental treatments but they did not stop his deteriorating health. Towards the end of his life, as dancing became more and more agonizing, he resigned himself to small non-dancing roles. At the urging of Fonteyn, he had a short but successful conducting career, which was cut short due to health problems.
Eventually, he had to face the reality that he was dying and he won the admiration of many of his detractors by his courage during this period. The loss of his looks pained him, but he continued to struggle through public appearances. At his last appearance, a 1992 production of La Bayadere at the Palais Garnier, Nureyev received an emotional standing ovation. The French Culture Minister, Jack Lang, presented him with France's highest cultural award, the Commandeur de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres. He died in Paris a few months later, aged 54.
1961 – Alexander Bard, born in Motala, Sweden, is a Swedish artist, music producer and philosopher.
Bard began his musical career in 1982 with the single "Life in a Goldfish Bowl" released under the name Baard, a synth-punk fusion project he had formed together with two female striptease dancers.
He has since claimed that he spent the Baard years living as a male prostitute in Amsterdam.
Bard later had some minor success as Barbie, which saw Bard in drag singing dance-oriented pop. After abandoning work on a second Barbie album, he formed Army Of Lovers with two of Barbie's entourage, Jean-Pierre Barda and La Camilla. Army Of Lovers had over 20 Pan-European hits, the biggest being "Crucified", "Obsession" and "Sexual Revolution", while their presence in the US and the UK was limited to repeated club chart successes. They released five studio albums, made over 20 high-camp music videos, and became phenomenally successful across Eastern Europe, before Bard disbanded the group in 1996.
Army Of Lovers have later earned a widespread iconic status in the gay culture, often referred to as a perfect example of the postmodern take on the ideals of camp.
Bard is a self-proclaimed bisexual libertine
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1968 – Two drag queens known as "The Princess" and "The Duchess" held a St. Patrick's Day party at Griffith Park, a popular cruising spot and a frequent target of police activity in Los Angeles. More than 200 gay men socialized through the day to protest entrapmentand harassment by the LAPD.
1969 – Alexander McQueen, British fashion designer, born (d.2010). Born in the East End of London, the son of a taxi driver, McQueen started making dresses for his three sisters at a young age and announced his intention of becoming a fashion designer. McQueen left school at 16, landing himself an apprenticeship with Savile Row tailors Anderson and Shepherd, then working for Gieves & Hawkes and the famous theatrical costumiers Angels and Bermans.
Alexander McQueen's early runway collections developed his reputation for controversy and shock tactics (earning the title "enfant terrible" and "the hooligan of English fashion"), with trousers aptly named "bumsters", and a collection entitled "Highland Rape". It has also been claimed that he was on welfare and that he needed to change his name for his first show so that he could continue to receive benefits.
Some of Alexander McQueen's accomplishments include having been one of the youngest designers to achieve the title "British Designer of the Year", which he won three times between 1996 and 2003. He was also awarded the CBE, as well as being named International Designer of the Year at the Council of Fashion Designer Awards.
December 2000 saw a new partnership for McQueen with Gucci Group acquiring 51% of the company, and McQueen serving as Creative Director. Plans for expansion have included the opening of stores in London, Milan, and New York, and the launch of his perfumes Kingdom. January 2006 heralded the birth of McQ - Alexander McQueen - a denim based ready-to-wear line (womenswear, menswear and accessories).
In summer 2000 McQueen married his twenty-four-year-old lover George Forsyth, a documentary filmmaker. The ceremony, which took place in Ibiza on a yacht owned by a friend of supermodel Kate Moss (who was also bridesmaid), was covered by the press in much the same way as any other celebrity wedding. The relationship however did not last.
Alexander McQueen was found dead at his London home on 11 February 2010. McQueen hanged himself after taking a mix of cocaine, tranquillisers and sleeping pills. He was just 40 and days away from presenting a new collection in Paris.
1970 – Steven Fales is a classically trained playwright and actor who has gained broad recognition in both the theatre world gay community and the LDS community for his award-winning one-man play, Confessions of a Mormon Boy.
The first reading of Confessions was at the Sunstone Symposium in Salt Lake City in 2001. He has performed the play off-Broadway (under director Jack Hofsiss) and across the United States and internationally at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe and London's West End. He uses his experiences to help others to reclaim spirituality and his work is his contribution to helping end spiritual abuse and violence in churches, mosques and synagogues. The book 'Confessions of a Mormon Boy: Behind the Scenes of the Off-Broadway Hit' was a Lambda Literary Award Finalist. Before becoming a solo artist he performed in Shakespeare and musicals in regional theatres across America.
'Confessions of a Mormon Boy' is Part One in 'The Mormon Boy Trilogy.' Part Two and Three are called 'Missionary Position' and 'Prodigal Dad.' Mormon-American Princess is his cabaret act and deals with the subject of narcissism. It premiered in San Francisco and has played Joe's Pub, New York City. Other solo shows include 'Conversations with Heavenly Mother: An Uncommon Diva', 'Joseph III', 'CULT!', and 'When All Else Fales.' He is a leader in the solo performance genre and is the founder of the Solo Performance Alliance.
Fales was born in Provo, Utah and raised in California and later Las Vegas, Nevada. He first trained at the Boston Conservatory on scholarship and after serving a two-year mission for the LDS Church in Portugal transferred to Brigham Young University where he received his BFA in musical theatre.
"Mormon Boy" chronicles Fales' heartbreaking journey from being a devoted, sixth-generation Mormon and father of two to coming out as gay and being excommunicated from his church.
He lives in Salt Lake City with his two children where he exports his work from the Rocky Mountains to Los Angeles, New York, and London. He is the former son-in-law of celebrated Mormon writer Carol Lynn Pearson and former husband of actor/writer/producer Emily Pearson.
Below he performs his song "Mormon Boy":
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1970 – On this date the film-adaptation of Mart Crowley 's groundbreaking gay play, The Boys In The Band, premiered in New York City. 40 years later, a new documentary, Making The Boys about the making of this play and Mart Crowley's career opened in NYC.
"Making The Boys" is a new documentary about the history surrounding the groundbreaking play:The Boys in the Band. On the eve of the 40th anniversary of the Gay Rights Movement, the film explores the drama, struggle and enduring legacy of the first-ever gay play and subsequent Hollywood movie to successfully reach a mainstream audience.
Written by Mart Crowley, The Boys in the Band ran for over 1,000 performances off-Broadway and was later made into a feature film. It was one of the first pieces of popular entertainment that centered on a group of gay characters. Set in a New York apartment, The Boys in the Band is about a group of gay men getting together for a birthday party. The dialogue is biting and acerbic, and doesn't shy away from presenting characters that fall into stereotypes.
The most interesting thing about "Making The Boys" is that it isn't afraid to confront the controversy that has surrounded the play since its first performance in 1968. One of the subjects interviewed is the playwright Edward Albee, and he doesn't have that many positive things at all to say about the show. As the gay right movement built momentum during the 1970s, many began to resent negative portrayal of gays in the play and subsequent movie. Beloved by some for breaking new ground, and condemned by others for reinforcing gay stereotypes, The Boys in the Band sparked heated controversy that still exists four decades later
1972 – On this date John Waters' Pink Flamingoes was released. A star is born...Divine!
Gately (R) with Andrew Cowles
1976 – Stephen Gately (d.2009) first found fame as second lead vocalist with Irish vocal group Boyzone, who in the late 1990s were the most successful boyband in the UK, bridging the gap between Take That & Westlife.
Enjoying a string of number 1 singles and albums and successful tours, they were at the height of their fame when, in 1999, Stephen discovered that a national newspaper was planning to out him. He made the decision to tell his own story first and went public in The Sun newspaper - a brave choice in the, even now, surprisingly closeted world of pop music. Already out to friends, family and the other members of Boyzone, the fans attitude to their idol remained unchanged.
Stephen Gately had a short and relatively successful career as a solo artist, but being solo after Boyzone left him depressed and missing his bandmates. He eventually moved more succesfully into musical theatre, his roles including Joseph in Joseph & the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat and the child-catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in London's West End.
At the time of his tabloid coming out Stephen Gately revealed that in 1998 he had started a relationship with Eloy de Jong, who had been in the Dutch boy band Caught in the Act. Stephen and Eloy split up in 2001, however.
After remaining single for a while, Stephen then started dating internet businessman Andrew Cowles, who had been introduced to him by Elton John and David Furnish.
Having only been dating each other for a matter of months, Stephen and Andrew held a commitment ceremony in a wedding chapel whilst on holiday in Las Vegas in 2003. On 19 March 2006 Stephen entered into a civil partnership with Andrew in a ceremony in London.
In 2007 after months of stories and rumours it was finally confirmed that Boyzone were to reform with the original lineup, making their debut reappearance for the BBC's Children In Need in November 2007. In 2008 the reformed Boyzone released a cover version of Tom Baxter's song Better, the video for which broke new ground by showing Gately with another man rather than the female models his straight bandmates apeared with, becoming probably the first mainstream pop video by a boyband to reflect the true sexuality of its members.
In October 2009 Stephen Gately was in Mallorca with husband Andrew, where they owned a holiday apartment. After going out for drinks on Saturday, 10 October the pair returned to their apartment with a man they had met in a club. Eventually Gately was left to sleep in the living room and was discovered in the early hours of the morning by their guest not moving and seated strangely; he immediately alerted Andrew Cowles that something was wrong. Stephen Gately was dead. His completely unexpected death at the age of 33 - and as his career with Boyzone was flourishing once again - came as a huge shock as the news quickly emerged.
A post mortem examination in Spain established that Gately died of natural causes.
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Okay quick thing that's been sitting in my drafts, for about a month before I start posting requests again, BUT—
I've had thoughts of MC's very Christian family meeting their "human" boyfriend, for the first time, and MC going:
"Hey guys, this is my boyfriend, Satan!"
and multiple family members just having strokes and passing out ☠️
"HIS NAME IS WHAT?!!!!!!"
"Sata-OH MY GOD"
But I wanna also think of "before the events that lead to chaos":
"Well, I can't just say "Oh mom, his name is Satan! :D!" I don't even wanna think about what would happen if I opened my mouth and said that!"
"Well that's my name! It's not like, we can just make up another nam‐"
Almost instantly, the next two hours are spent thinking of a substitute name for "Satan"....
"Shane?"
"No."
"Stanley?"
"...No."
"How about Simon? Doesn't that sound Satan-ish?"
"Absolute no. I sound like one of those chipmunks from that one movie" (he's talking about 'Alvin and the Chipmunks 💀").
You two finally come to a agreement of his name now being....."Sam". He isn't the happiest, but you think it sounds human-ish enough, to not cause suspicions. You take turns repeating the name in the mirror, and speaking in 2nd person about...'Sam'.
"Oh mom, this is Sam! He's a little taller than most, right?"
"I am not.....🫤"
You both were in very formal clothes for the dinner, ready to meet your family in the human-world. You had practiced and made good efforts in remembering Satan's name for today was 'Sam'. Not your very sarcastic, calm, and cuddle obsessed Satan–but a polite, tall and quiet Sam. Everything has went well in the dinner so far into it came down to you saying 'Sam's name.....that's when the chaos unfolded....
#x reader imagine#fanfiction#fanfic#satan#satan obey me#satan om#obey me mc#obey me!#obey me x reader#shall we date obey me#satan x reader#satan x mc#tobyslayz#777charm
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05/06/2022 - Day 2
We wake pretty early after the Château was beaten within an inch of its life after a heavy rain storm which passed in the middle of the night.
Meeting the team and the rest of the tour guests at the front of Château, Keith briefed each vehicle individually on today’s agenda and the importance of these locations.
The Longues-sur-Mer battery
Omaha Beach
Pointe du Hoc
Maisy Battery
La Cambe German War Cemetery
The Longues-sur-Mer battery
We use mostly paved roads until we reach Manvieux, here we traverse unpaved roads parrallel to the coast overlooking the British channel and arrive at our first point of interest Longues-sur-Mer battery. The battery is a Huge, preserved WWII gun installations, built by the Germans to defend France from sea invasion.
It was part of Hitlers Atlantic Wall defences consisting of four rapid firing 152mm navy guns, each housed in large concrete enclosures. The site also includes a fire control post, ammunition stores, defensive machine gun posts and accommodation for the soldiers.
The battery is actually located between Omaha and Gold beach which made it a massive threat to the Allied landings. Because of this, the area was heavily bombed on the night before D-Day. This was followed by a naval bombardment in the morning. Although the bombing did not cause much damage to the guns it did destroy the phone line linking the fire control bunker to the guns which severely disrupted the batteries ability to engage with the Allied ships that eventually knocked the guns out of action during a duel in which no Allied ship was damaged despite the battery firing around 170 rounds. On the 7th of June the major responsible for the battery surrendered to the British with 184 men.
Gravel paths make access easy from the gun enclosures all the way to the coast line vantage points.
Omaha Beach
18.5km west is the infamous Omaha Beach which was part of the D-Day Operation 'Overlord'. I could bang about this place for ages as it's such an important piece of the D-day puzzle. But i'm sure readers are already familiar of what happened here, so i will talk about what is here now... and you wouldn't think it was a place of a blood bath where Americans (1st Army, 5th Corps) suffered roughly 2,400 casualties. White sandy beaches and apart from the traffic noise the sound of waves crashing on the break on the beach was tranquil.We get chance to have a quick bite to eat before we head over to another location made famous by the Americans. One last thing to note is a white house nessled under the cliff, this house managed to survive the naval bombardment and Ally landings, it can be easily found as the owners have a picture of the house on D-day next to there letter box.
Pointe du Hoc
Not what i expected and though i went with zero expectation it is how i can describe as suprising. Prior to this trip inpreparation i had watched a documentary / read some articles of what is described as the most dangerous mission of D-Day and where the first American Forces on D-Day accomplished their mission objectives.
The 2nd Ranger Battalion led by Lieutenant Colonel James E. Ruddler were tasked with assaulting the battery on D-Day to silence the guns, protecting Allied ships and soldiers on the beaches below from artillery fire.
Today the site remains cratered from the aerial and naval bombardment prior to the Rangers assault and features a memorial and museum dedicated to the battle. Many of the original fortifications and bunkers remain which you can access as well as the edge of part of the cliff. Given we are attending a around the anniversary of D-Day, an American ceremony was taking place attended by the new generation of US service men and women, as well as some vet's which was awesome to see.
Maisy Battery
The BF4x4 team always have something up there sleeves and it was the Maisy Battery and this was annouced over CB radio whilst driving through rural normandy. I would be very suprised if many people would know about Normandy's best kept secret where you can walk through 2km of original German trenches and explore their WWII bunkers.
The Maisy Battery is a group of World War II artillery batteries that was constructed in secret by the German Wehrmacht near the French village of Grandcamp-Maisy in Normandy.
British military historian Gary Sterne rediscovered Maisy Battery in 2004, after he had found a hand-drawn map in the pocket of a US Army veteran's uniform he had bought. The battery was about 1.6 km inland marked on the map as an "Area of high resistance".
The battery had been recorded as the second highest D-Day target in the Omaha Sector group of fortifications, but the exact location had been lost from later records. Using the old map, Sterne was able to locate a bunker entrance amongst the undergrowth. He (Sterne) then investigated further and found additional fortified buildings, gun platforms, and a hospital. Over 3 kilometres of trenches were uncovered and apparently there's still more to discover with time and permissions.
Making this a little Land Rover related after enjoying the site i saw another defender parked up, a swiss TD5 110 Hicap which would be the definition of 'overlander spec' unfortunately i didn't get the oppurtunity to meet the owner(s) but had a good nose around. Make this location one to visit if you are in area as it’s really interesting and there are also a collection of WW2 guns and vehicles to view.
La Cambe German War Cemetery
I wouldn't say saving the best till last in this situation and like i had mentioned on our first BF4x4 trip (WW1) you don't see too many German cemeteries. Whether it be Allie or German, cemeteries are a place of reflect and appreciation. Though the enemy, these boys and men lives were needlessly cut short, what makes it worse is the value of these individuals post death.... forgotten and it took the families of the fallen to get this site erected.
La Cambe was inaugurated in September 1961. Spread out over 7 hectares and located close to the American landing beach of Omaha, 25.5 km north west of Bayeux. It is the largest German war cemetery in Normandy where 21,222 German soldiers are buried. In fact, the mass burial mound holds the remains of 207 soldiers whose names were never discovered.
This ends Day 2 of our D-Day tour, we retreat back to the Château where we join the BF4x4 team to take advange of the fine dining offered as well as on the house calvados... which i still don't like.
Tomorrow marks the anniversary of D-Day and we don’t have a clue what is installed for us.
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Loneliness
ship: what do angels dream of (adriel x angeal) (pl: zack)
AUs: monster au (monster form references linked [1] [2])
source: final fantasy vii
word count: 941
no proofreading we die like men
ANYWAY this is for platonic day for @cherry-bomb-ships Valentine's Day event :D
I had to do SOMETHING for Zack and a random bout of inspiration for this specific AU came to mind
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"You guys are looking pretty mellow today!"
People would often question Zack about why he would talk to them, the monsters his friends would sometimes become. The very question itself never felt worth answering, he thought it would be obvious.
It's because they were his friends.
Angeal's Penance form rested on the ground, the bestial bottom half lowered in a laying position. And next to him, Adriel's Martyr form kneeled on his knees, leaning into Angeal's waist and softly caressing the teeth that made up his midsection.
They said nothing nor made any indication that they had acknowledged Zack's presence. The only sound in the room was Adriel's chime-like breathing and a gentle, almost metallic rumble from Angeal occasionally.
It was enough to bring a smile to Zack's face, the fact that despite his friends being momentarily lost to themselves, they still took pleasure in each other's company.
"Not interupting anything, am I? Don't need any privacy?" he teased, grinning at them.
The fact that it was not an ENTIRELY unwarranted tease was considered by many of the staff to be… Disturbing.
Still, they made no indication that they were bothered or that they noticed him at all, really.
Zack was the only one to ever get close by any margin. And in an entirely unheard-of fashion, the only one who would get close enough to actually TOUCH them.
But touch them, he did, coming up to kneel in front of Adriel and put a hand on his thigh. Something that would have had any other person torn to shreds by Angeal in the blink of an eye, but Zack only ever received an annoyed rumble.
Adriel had always been the softer of the two, even in these forms. His wing-veiled gaze slowly turned to regard him, staring him down for an unsettling few moments that were absolutely inconsequential to Zack. He merely grinned at the towering, ethereal form.
"Does someone neeeed… A Zack hug?" he laughed, holding his arms out in that signature fashion he had established for 2nd class's comfort so long ago.
The thought of speaking to these monsters in such a way was unabashedly ridiculous. Almost everyone agreed, but no one would say it to Zack's face. Not ANYMORE, at least.
As ridiculous as it was, Zack was always one to surpass expectations, and, with no fanfare whatsoever, Adriel's left hand lifted from Angeal's side, and his palm pushed against Zack's chest in a manner that was equal parts firm but gracefully gentle.
Zack laughed, wrapping his arms around Adriel's wrist in a friendly embrace.
"How's that, Adri? A little better?" He directed a grin upwards.
It was always baffling how much either Angeal or Adriel would respond to each other in any form.
Even more so that they would respond to ZACK.
Adriel's lips began to move, but the only sound was a chiming echo of whispered not-words.
Zack chuckled, shaking his head.
"Is that right?" he asked, clearly unable to understand but humoring Adriel anyway. "Day going okay so far other than…?" He gestured vaguely.
He was caught off guard by a nudge that nearly knocked him over, this time by Angeal. Chuckling incredulously, he turned his head, first regarding the massive limb that had nudged him, and then at the familiar face that never opened its eyes, let alone emoted.
"That good, huh?" Zack asked, gently pushing Adriel's hand away.
Neither of his friends responded, but somehow, Zack knew he had their full attention.
"Hey, between you two being married AND managing all this, a guy starts to get lonely, you know," he commented, smiling but with an amount of sincerity to his words.
Regardless of his own loneliness, Zack DID worry. Quite a bit, more than he was used to. No one ever expects their best friends to become unpredictable, ambiguously reasonable monsters. It was never a question about safety, it was always something along the lines of worrying if this state caused them pain, or if they were lonely, and sometimes even if they were being treated well. He didn't doubt that Reeve ran a tight ship that demanded the S and G types be treated with as much respect as anyone else, but did they hear the snide remarks? Did they acknowledge the fearful glances? And when it was only one of them, were they ever afraid…?
More ethereal whispers brought him out of his thoughts, not realizing his expression had changed. Incredulously, he stared up at Adriel, whose face was fixed on him intently.
"Uh. I don't understand, sorry…" Zack commented, finding himself wiping a bit of moisture from his eye.
A somewhat louder metallic rumble preluded Zack being nudged by Angeal so hard that he almost fell over.
"Hey!" he cried out, but as he tipped, he felt Adriel's hand catch his side.
"What are…" Zack trailed off, his glances shifting between his two friends.
They were both visibly watching him, and though neither of them had visible eyes, he could feel their gazes trained on him. And just like that, more moisture began to build up in his own eyes.
"You too, huh?" he chuckled tearfully.
If he had described the palpable feeling of their desire for his company to anyone else, they would have undoubtedly rebuked the very concept. They were monsters, half-mindless.
But as Reeve had told many a doubtful individual, nobody knew them like Zack did.
With one of his friends' giant hands on each of his shoulders, Zack laughed, reaching up to place one of his own on either of theirs.
"That's okay. I'm here with you guys now, yeah? That's enough for me."
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