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scrollonso · 1 month

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First Kiss (Race 2)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.4k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys]

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Quali came to an end once again, the feeling slightly tamer than the first time as Lance pulled back into his side of the garage, Nico not far behind.

He was slightly disappointed he qualified p10 but it'll be fine as long as he can actually finish this race (and hopefully get points for the team this time.)

He heard Nico talking to his engineer on the other side of the garage and decided to go over, not having much to do on his side.

"Seriously, the wheels locked up like twice. You were watching and I know you noticed so the fact that you're ignoring the issues is bullshit-"

Maybe not the best time to stand around.

He decided instead of hanging around with Nico he'd just walk around the paddock, his race suit hanging by his hips as he walked by the other teams garages, seeing how busy everyone else on the paddock was. He could tell some people were quick to go home but he wasn't ever in a rush to get back to his hotel room, it was usually boring anyway.

"Ah, Lancito, I was just looking for you" There it is. The voice Lance looks forward to hearing as soon as the race week starts, and most likely the reason he decides to stay back as late as he does

"Nando, Hi" He flashed a smile at the long haired driver, stoping in his tracks so they could walk together

"Nando?" The shorter man echoed, catching up to Lance as they both continued walking, steps in sync as they made their way around the paddock

"Well, I figured it was only fair for me to give you a name since you gave me one" Lance nodded as he spoke, afraid the older man had a problem with it, it was quite childish, he wasn't sure why he even called him that, Fernando worked just fine, it was a silly nickname

"I like it, Sounds good coming from you." Fernando smiled up at Lance, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him down to his level "Guess we are friends now, eh? Coworkers do not usually have special names for eachother"

Lance nodded again, he supposed Nando was right. He turned to look at him as he continued to speak, rambling about many things but all Lance could think about was how good he looked. He'd never really examined the Spaniard like he was doing now, sunglasses propped up on his head, holding his hair out of his face, it seemed like he had just shaved that morning, the shadow of his facial hair barely visible, his lips curved slightly upwards as he talked, his hair curling in every direction but somehow he made the messy look seem intentional

"What hotel do they have you staying at, Lancito?" Was the first thing Lance really heard after spending god knows how long just staring at Fernando. How embarrassing.

"Uhm- Mövenpick? I think, Otmar has my keycard somewhere." Lance hummed, having lost the keycard to the hotel in Bahrain Otmar had decided it was best to put Nico and Lance in the same room and "look after" Lances keycard until they headed back.

"Ah, I see. I didn't realize they'd put drivers in different hotels."

"If you miss my company so much you're welcome to come along, you know I get special priviliges because of my dad" Lance joked, at this point he was so used to people belittling him to just being his fathers son that he had started to do it as well

"Ah, don't say that Lancito" Fernando almost scolded him, moving his hand to tap the back of his head "You forget I'm world champion, I could buy another hotel ticket if I wanted to."

Lance laughed, nodding in agreement, there wasn't anything stopping Fernando from doing anything really, after he left the paddock he could go wherever, do whatever, it's not like he signed away his soul to F1 so moving hotels wouldn't be a big deal "I know, I know, but if you ever want free stuff, Mr. World Champion, you know who to ask" Lance hummed, taking his turn of having his arm around Fernandos shoulder "These are the perks of being friends with a nepotism baby"

"I'll take your word for it then" Fernando laughed, accepting the change of positions, it wasn't very comfortable reaching up to drape an arm around Lances shoulder anyways.

A comfortable silence fell over them, neither feeling the need to add anything more, it was odd, how well they had clicked. They got along better together than either of them did with their teammates but no one was complaining. Lance liked having someone to go to outside of the Racing Point garage and Fernando liked having someone he felt like this towards, whatever "this" was. They were snapped back to reality when Otmar finally found Lance

"God kid, I was looking for you. Nico's about to head back so I figured now was a good time to give you the key" He pulled out a think black card and handed it to Lance "Don't lose it this time, alright?" He asked, not letting to just yet.

"Alright, I'll attach it to my arm, okay?" Lance joked, turning back to Fernando "Think about it, really, if your hotel gets boring you're more than welcome at mine." He said before making his way out of the paddock, catching up to Nico so they could leave together

Odd was all Otmar thought, he didn't realize his driver had gotten so close to Fernando, he'd thought maybe it was just press, or maybe some plan the Spaniard had, but he had nothing to gain from staying late and just sitting next to him.

Lance tried not to be disappointed when night came and went and Fernando had decided not to come, it was silly, but a part of him was looking forward to seeing him outside of the paddock, outside of the blue and yellow.

They were so busy before the race that Lance hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of the Spaniard let alone talk to him, before he knew it interviews were over and he was in his car, lined up in the fifth row, Nico barely behind him.

Fernando was right in saying Malaysia was going to treat him better, he had managed to make up three places and actually get points for his team in his second grand prix.

It felt great, even though it wasn't a podium like Fernando had gotten getting points waa a big deal for the rookie (driver and team).

The debrief went smoothly considering how both Nico and Lance finished the race with no major problems, as they gathered their things and the team started to leave the garage one by one Lance couldn't help but notice the blue in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and smiled when he confirmed it was in fact Fernando

"Good-" Lance started, trying to beat Fernando to congratulating eachother was proving to be difficult

"You did great, Lancito" Fernando commented, walking into the garage now that it was practically empty "Your overtakes are pretty decent for a nepotism baby, eh?"

Lance laughed, hitting Fernandos arm "Guess you did pretty good for a world champ then, huh?" It was nice, the banter they had, if anyone else joked with him jow Fernando does he was sure he'd take it the wrong way but with how Fernandos treated him since they met he had no doubt in his mind that every jab he made towards him was lighthearted.

"Any plans before Australia, Lancito?" Right, Lance had forgotten there wasn't another race for two weeks

"I'm not sure, I always end up somewhere though" He laughed, leaning on the counter behind him, using his hands to prop himself up "How about you, where are you going, Nando?"

"Me and Mark, Mark Webber, were planning on spending the break in Australia together"

Right, he forgot Fernando was close to Mark, the driver who's seat he took.

"Could you tell him I'm sorry?" Lance hesitated to speak, wondering if the Australian was mad at him for ending his career early

"He doesn't mind, trust me, if he wasn't okay with ending his career he would've signed with someone else." Fernando consoled the younger, patting his shoulder after he finished "Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"

Lance laughed, shaking his head at the comment in efforts to ignore the pink tint covering his face "Alright, Nando."

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heaveniowa · 1 year

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sophomore slump or comeback of the year / so much (for) stardust

#sorry tumblr user sunshinerptide lied and posted a new edit #fall out boy edit #fall out boy #fall out boy lyrics #fob lyrics #so much for stardust #smfs #from under the cork tree #futct #sophomore slump or comeback of the year #pete wentz #patrick stump #joe trohman #andy hurley #I cant stop thinkin if theres any typo on there even tho I'm sure theres zero typo because I keep checking the lyrics #sye did something

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willowser · 6 months

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you had only to look at me—

part two.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 3.3k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, dry humping, implied virgin bakugou, a tad angsty at the end.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

childhood best friend bakugou is probably a wrestler. a lil' rough-houser.

games of tag end with you tackled to the ground, squashed underneath him until you finally agree that he's the king of the world. whenever your hair is long enough to pull back into a pony-tail or little bun, he's yanking on it to get your attention, harsh, especially if you're ignoring him to talk to anyone else. scraped knees and bruised elbows, coming home missing a single shoe, shirt stretched out and wrinkled at the bottom corner: all katsuki's fault.

it makes you a little volatile, too, in turn.

not so much as him, but you grow up defending yourself; the first black eye he gets is from you (if you don't count the time he hit himself in the face by accident, when you'd started a slap-fight because he was trying to hold you down) and you very quickly learn how "unfair" it (apparently) is to kick him in the groin. your parents spend a lot of time separating you, putting you in opposite corners of the room until one of you stops crying and the other is ready to mumble out an apology. you're not allowed to sit next to each other at holiday events. whatsoever. under any circumstances.

he's your best friend. you wouldn't have it any other way.

in middle school, he's just as insufferable, hardly allows you to talk to any of your girl friends without butting in some how, too loud for anyone's own good. he tries to embarrass you in front of other boys, puts you in a headlock even when he's sweaty — which he is a lot at that point, during puberty — and calls you names that make you want to hide in the bathroom.

("why is he such a jerk?" your friends will ask, trying to fix the mess of your hair during lunch. all your butterfly clips are either missing or broken, crunched under bakugou's scrawny arm. "you should tell on him for being such a bully.")

nobody else treats you the way he does, and you don't treat anyone else that way, either; you never make ugly faces at your girl group, never punch them as hard as you can in the arm, aiming to leave a bruise. with all other classmates, you're — normal, trying to discover what that even means in the grand scope of things, who you want to be as the years pass. you avoid bakugou and his little posse of brats like the plague, because detention is what awaits both of you, should your paths ever cross.

things start to change, seriously, in high-school.

bakugou goes to u.a and you — don't; instead you continue on to the shizuoka high-school without him, along with your group of girls. his time at home and in the neighborhood lessens, even moreso when he moves into the dorms on campus, and the only time you see him becomes those few and far in-between family visits he has time to make; some holidays, he doesn't come home at all.

at first you think it's a good thing, because you've never gotten to flourish while trapped in his armpit. yanking at his hair until he finally lets go in the middle of the hallway has always garnered you some weird looks, odd stares, and you finally stop being labeled aggressive, too, with him gone. boys can talk to you without being stalked by your angry, wiry, chihuahua of a best friend, and you go on dates, ride in cars, have your first kiss.

you miss him from time to time, though you'll die before admitting it, and the yearning doesn't last long whenever he does come home. even when you're seventeen, eighteen, he still lays on the couch and puts his stinky feet in your lap and in your face, purposely puts things too high up on your shelves, leans against the front door so you can't get out when it's time to leave.

(he becomes an immovable object, much to your annoyance; in the past, you've always stood somewhat of a chance against him, knowing all his weak spots, like the clump of hair at the crown of his skull and how ticklish he is on his thighs, but now, after all the training he's been doing — he's huge, unfortunately.

if he grabs your wrists in one hand — like he's never been able to do — and holds them above your head, you're useless to defend yourself; there is an absolutely zero-percent chance you'll ever manage to overthrow him if he sits on you; tickling him is impossible, because his thighs have gotten so muscular that it's hard to grab him, and even if you do manage it, he can nearly crush your hand if he closes his legs together.

bakugou doesn't even look like your scrawny best friend anymore; he looks like the guy that ate your scrawny best friend.)

you graduate and go to college. bakugou graduates and goes to work for best jeanist, in the heart of tokyo. seeing each other means planning on it, making an effort neither of you have ever had to, and there's a lot of radio silence for months at a time. somehow it always comes full circle, though, and it always ends in violence, because you two don't know any other way to be.

you're twenty the first time his touch becomes tight, bruising, purposeful — for new reasons.

it's one of the few times he's off, and you haven't seen each other since his mom's dinner party four months ago. you only agree to come over because his patrol route had taken him through your campus and you'd spotted him across the street in the early hours of the morning, after you got out of class.

now you're both tired, lazing around despite planning to get lunch once the heat died down. together doing nothing; sometimes it's a little alarming how easily the two of you fall into each other, but you've been doing it for so long that it doesn't take a second thought.

bakugou strolls out of his bathroom with damp hair, in nothing but a loose pair of sweats, and you're laying on his couch half-asleep and he puts his wet towel over your face and you ball it up and throw it at him and then he tries to whip you with it.

"stop," you groan, serious, "you're so annoying." when he only twists it tighter, you stick your arm and leg out, deflecting against the wet smack he tries to leave against your skin.

his sharp teeth flash with his ugly little grin, and you try to grab the towel twice, ending up with an angry, stinging lick up the inside of your arm, before he gets too close and you can finally yank it from his hands. you sit up to get a better angle, but you're not as quick as he is, as adept at being a brat, and when he yanks on the towel, your whole body nearly comes off the couch, arms almost coming out of their sockets.

"bakugou!" you squeal, and he cackles, evil, and grabs your hands when you try to smack him. your massive, stinking, freight train of a best friend deposits his entire body on yours, crushing your lungs with his back as you cough, "get off!"

he doesn't say anything, choosing to pretend he's watching whatever is on tv and that he can't hear you — which you could believe, because bakugou likes trash television more than he lets on — and your hands are trapped at your sides and you can't breathe and so you bite him, right in the neck.

"ow, fuck!"

when he moves, he moves fast, and you're only hope of retaliating before he flips around and grabs your wrists and holds you down is to roll the both of you off the couch. his body thuds, deep and heavy, against the carpet, and you trap his hands beneath your knees as you straddle his hips, adjusting your full weight so you can at least try and keep him down.

beneath you, bakugou sneers. "you've got five seconds t'get off me before—"

"one!" you shout obnoxiously, rolling your eyes just to hear his annoyed snort. "two! three! f—"

his body snaps up into a sitting position, nose bumping yours as he rips his hands from beneath your legs. a scream tears out of your throat as you wiggle, surprised, trying your best to stretch your arms over your head and around your back so he can't grab them; if he does, it's game over for you.

"stop!" you shout, choking out a shock of laughter when he brings his legs up, trapping you in his lap against his chest. a little grunt leaves him as you jostle, but the tension at your back never lets up, not even when his mouth sets in a firm line and a sharp exhale leaves his nose. "let me go," you tell him, squirming again as he reaches for your hands. "i'm not playin' around."

"too bad, y'shitty nerd." he says, gruff, and when you stick your tongue out at him, he buries his face in your neck and bites, too, taking advantage of your shock as his fingers close around your wrists.

"no!" you scream again, trying in earnest just to get away from him completely, but he holds your hands behind your back and keeps you squished so tightly into him that you can only breathe shallowly, and his free hand goes to ball into your shirt at your side and —

— and his face is red, you realize, delayed. you can almost feel the heat from his cheeks with him so close, and you take in the flush of his neck, how it spreads down to his bare chest, crimson and fevered. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, nervous, almost.

"what?" you breathe, quiet, as if speaking too loud will break your playful bubble, and his eyes jump around his living room before landing back on you, narrowed and black.

"what?" he echoes, voice pitched and mocking. "you lose, dumbass." and even though he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, there isn't any hiding from how hard he's breathing. how subtle he's trying to be about spreading his legs.

all at once, everything kind of — falls apart.

bakugou is a man now, much to your horror; it feels like you've closed your eyes and opened them in the lap of someone else wearing your best friend's face. there's serious muscle definition in his shoulders and biceps, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the curves and valleys of him like never before. he's — you're — so close. more than it feels like you've ever been, even though you know that's far from true.

this boy used to pin you down in the yard and threaten to lick your face, the both of you grass-stained and covered in sweat. you've tackled him face first into the ocean on various vacations, running behind him quietly and plunging his scrawny, shirtless body into the waves as they rushed forward, uncaring of what you were wearing or how it twisted when you both came up for air.

saliva is still drying on your neck from where he bit you and, unthinking, your eyes dart down to his lips; plumper than you ever realized and parted, just a bit, enough that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. and you wonder —

bakugou grunts quietly, shuffling himself so that his back is leaned against the couch, and you half-expect him to just let you go because things have — changed. but he doesn't.

instead the new position has his legs a little wider and you've sunk a little further and you're now very aware of exactly what's changed, and how much. you can feel him twitch, just barely, and the hand he has at your side balls tighter into your shirt, jostling you minutely in the process.

and finally he opens his eyes and stares at you — cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowed — and you stare back — heat lighting up your body to an uncomfortable degree as your stomach flips.

you wonder what he would do, if you kissed him. what it would feel like. what he would taste like.

you move your hips with purpose, stuck on the new and foreign change it does to him; bakugou's always been a tough little brat, and you made him cry a handful of times when you were younger, but this weakness is — different. there's so much you know about him and yet even more for you to learn, and you find yourself consumed with the desire to explore this new, enticing territory.

his lashes flutter gently when you grind against him, tentatively, and then his head thumps back against the couch as the muscle in his jaw sets. half-lidded, his red-hot gaze jumps from your face down to where you're seated against him and back, and it's only after you move again that you realize — he's watching you, too. discovering.

the fist he has in your shirt loosens and his fingers burn your bare skin when they slip under the material to grip your hip. at any moment, you're half-expecting him to tell you to cut the shit, to shove you off and ask what the hell is wrong with you. why you're being so weird, doing things friends don't do to each other. but he doesn't.

you're almost certain that if you put your hands on his chest, you would be able to feel the mirrored, nervous pace of his heartbeat; it only takes the faintest tug of your hands for him to let you go, his grip falling to the other side of your hips. you can't tell if he means to hold you in place, or keep you going.

you spread your fingers out and, gently, as if you've never touched him before, run your hands up his chest, watching the bob of his adam's apple when you rest them on the sides of his neck. stabilizing yourself a bit, before testing the waters again.

bakugou's eyes are nearly black and when you don't stop, he looks down to resume watching the movement of your hips, the way his sweatpants bunch up and tug, and you feel a little zing up your spine with his every sharp inhale and sharper exhale. even his jaw falls a little slack and, fuck, you've never seen him like this.

you never thought you'd want to, but now — you don't think you'll ever see him any other way again.

his eyes go a little wide when you lean into him, brushing the tip of your nose against his. neither of you have said anything and maybe you should keep it that way, lest the bubble burst, but you feel like you're going a little insane.

quietly, around your own heavy breath, you ask, "does this — feel good?"

you can feel the temperature of his cheeks spike, but he nods shallowly regardless, and you press your mouth into his throat to bite him again, just lightly. it should be so that he's a little biter; the feel of your teeth makes him jump, has him angling his head so that more of his neck is exposed to you. when you soothe the barely-there indentation with the flat of your tongue, his breath hitches and his shoulders shake on a shudder and he groans, like he's angry.

"hah, fuck."

the friction in his lap isn't doing much for you, realistically, but his reaction is what has you aching, has you drawn tighter than a bow string. you feel yourself growing antsy for something that you won't name, because friends don't do that, though you can't help but to wonder if he's ever done it before.

you've had a few boyfriends. had a few experiences that ended quickly and left you feeling exposed and uncomfortable and a little in pain, and even though your girl friends insist that's normal — it's nothing like this. bakugou might not last much longer, if the grip he has on your hips is any indication, but not a single piece of your clothing has been removed and you're hot and getting sort of desperate and you know your underwear are a little more than damp.

you want to dismantle his long-standing composure. you want to be — maybe — the only one that gets to see him fall apart like this.

he's been your best friend your whole life, afterall; this experience should be yours. he should be.

the thought has you shivering a little bit and bakugou bucks up against you, pulling you down hard in his lap. dragging across the thick and solid length of him becomes even more clear and another, stronger zing has you letting out a breathy little sound into his ear. it makes him groan again, this one almost whiny, but he closes his mouth to muffle it and you don't want him to do that so you tighten your fingers in the hair on the crown of his head and — just to see, in a way you've never done before — you quietly whisper,

"katsuki,"

and he loses it.

one of his hands slips up your shirt to splay against your back, forcing you closer to him so he can bury his face in your neck, and his hips become insistent, urgent, rutting up against yours eagerly.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck," he groans into your skin, fingers gripping you so tightly that you think he might actually leave burns behind, and his shoulders tremble before he goes totally still.

for a little while, you both sit there and let your breathing even out as reality sobers you from whatever lust-drunk haze you'd both been in. distantly, you think you wouldn't mind if he pinned you to the ground the way he always does, only this time to peel all your clothes off, right here on his living room floor. but he doesn't.

doesn't say anything, just shudders every now and again, and you think you're starting to feel the wet spot soaking into the front of his sweatpants.

you pull back just a little to look at him and he lets you, face just as red as he stares back at you, like he's the one waiting for you to freak. a little bit of red has returned to his eyes, though they're still swollen and dark with want.

when you lean in again, to bump your nose against his, bakugou snaps back away from you.

"wh-the fuck are y'doin'?" he shifts his eyes to the ground and they go wide. horrified, maybe. all the blood rushes in your ears and you don't know what to say, so he continues. "i-i don't have time t-to sit around all day, so—" bakugou shakes his head and you think he's going to kick you out, and he must know it, from how stiff you go. "so, you better know what the hell you wanna eat."

your bubble has burst; you nod silently and he glances up at you twice before swallowing.

"well, i can't get dressed with you sitting on me, so get off." when you remain quiet, he finally raises his head to look at you head-on, fisting the edge of your shirt again so that you'll look back. "d'you..." bakugou wets his lips before biting them, "need anything?"

"uh," maybe to shove your head down the drain and drown yourself, so that you can get rid of all the not-so-nice feelings that are creeping up beneath your skin. instead of that, you tell him, "just the bathroom, maybe."

"hurry up then," he mutters and even tries to roll his eyes, though it feels anything but casual. "don't...take for-fuckin'-ever."

and then he's up, quick to stand so that his back is to you as he disappears around the corner to his room, leaving you to yourself, trying to smooth out the wrinkle he's left in the corner of your shirt.

#this is my attempt at being a bit more organized akhfkahfa #the second part ends so abruptly that i'm tempted to extend it a little more............#if i don't put up the second part right away it's bc i'm thinking about it LOL #bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #i did not even check over this for typos whoops #not a one shot oh well #✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

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gunsatthaphan · 2 months

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the only straight thing about Karan: his priorities 💅🏻

↳ requested by anonymous ♡

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sasukeless · 16 days

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sasuke and haku;; parallels

i have talked before about some sasuke and haku parallels but it was mostly surface level. but lately i have been wanting to dug into it deeper because haku’s story serves as a parallel to sasuke from the beginning to the end of the manga

from the land of waves arc the haku and sasuke connection with their kekkei genkai and how the world views them as such is thrown in your face that even the characters themselves point it out

it is interesting to me how since the beginning we are told how these special abilities make the users be used as tools and dehumanized by the villages but once they are of no use, they are disposed. thing we obviously later see revealed as something konoha did with the uchiha and though here we still don’t know that here, the hints are very much there laid out to pick them up

but the discrimination and being used for their kekkei genkai is not where all the parallels end as we continue to read

for example, haku’s loss comes from also a family member turning against his family due their kekkei genkai. and thought it is not the exact same that happened with itachi, it’s still too close home. especially later with the truth, because itachi did kill the uchiha for the threat to konoha he saw them as, and this threat exists because of their sharingan, of course

sasuke had always felt alone since the massacre but after finding out the truth, he realizes he’s not just alone because his clan’s death but also because the discrimination his clan faced he’s now made aware. sasuke will always stand out and be feared just because he’s an uchiha

and then we got the haku and zabuza and sasuke and naruto themes around bonds.

we know after his clan and itachi’s deaths, naruto is the person closest to sasuke’s heart. he states it himself. and this is all due the same reasons haku’s hold zabuza as his precious person. naruto has always acknowledged sasuke and cared for him to extents nobody else did but he also never hated or feared sasuke for what made sasuke “different”. in fact naruto is glad for what makes sasuke special because it made him bond with him in the first place

this is a very sad one imo but both haku and sasuke because their upbringing and how the world treated them when they are unable to reach their goals they restore to want to dispose themselves because that’s just how subconsciously the world has made them think they should do < once they don’t see use in themselves, there’s no meaning anymore.

obviously naruto disagrees with both of them very loudly and while it doesn’t work to help haku out of that mindset, it does with sasuke making the story come to another circular end

like i said, there’s other more obvious parallels in the low that are just right in your face but i wanted to point out more the other ones especially regarding their kekkei genkai

#mine #sasuke #as always i did not double check for typos sorry atp u guys should be used 😔

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clavtheft · 1 month

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I've been drawing a lot in class so I don't zone out. Will probably more of these once I have more that I consider done.

#mgs #mgs raiden #mgs fanart #raiden mgs #I did the binary by counting on my fingers so it'll come out as gibberish if you use a translater #5 bits per letter and each letter is their position in the alphabet #1 is A and so on #Also I think part of it is cut off and I didn't check for typos but it's not that interesting anyways #I'm sure the skeleton is inaccurate too tbh

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the-worms-in-your-bones · 11 months

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How do time lord names work, an essay (sort of)

(also if anyone reading this has more info or corrections to things i say, please put it in the notes)

As with most things relating to Gallifrey and Time Lords, how their naming conventions work are not very clear. This rant/essay thing is basically just me trying to figure out a system that works based on the information that is given to us in the show (and some of the extended universe media)

So, first things first, Time Lord names are not consistent. Throughout the show we see two main styles of Time Lord names, the regular (enough) names and the titles. Some examples of this are Romana, Andred, and Rassilon vs the Doctor, the Master, and the Rani. (there are a few outliers, but I'll get to that later)

With these two types of names a relatively consistent pattern emerges. The ones with title names are mostly renegades while the ones with normal names are not. I don't really have a solid theory on why this is, something about rejecting the name given to you by the society that you are leaving. It also is said that these names are chosen, so that would fit with this theory.

We also see that most of the 'normal' names are just the beginning part of a much longer name, such as Romana being short for Romanadvoratrelundar. This is shown to be true for multiple other Time Lords, so I am assuming that to be the case for those who have no canon extended version of their name.

Now we get to the exceptions to these two naming styles that make things more confusing (ranked from least to most confusing) (in my opinion)

Susan Foreman - The name Susan was chosen to fit in with humans while she was on earth, doesn't actually contradict anything said above (not sure if she was ever given an actual time lord name though)

Drax and Morbius - Both renegade Time Lords who do not follow the pattern of having title names, doesn't really complicate things that much since they could have just chosen not to give themselves title names

The Other - One of the three founding members of Time Lord society? does he count in this if he was one of the first, also has a weird connection to the Doctor? (going to be honest I know very little about this guy)

Irving Braxiatel - His name would be fine without the first part, I just choose not to think about it, which means it can't be a problem

The Doctor - aka the worst one of them all when it comes to complicated things with names. To start off, they do follow the renegade having a title for a name pattern (though in Divided Loyalties we see that he chose to go by that name while still at the academy, because as with everything else with the doctor's name it is confusing), but after that they just complicate things more. Then we get to the problem of Theta Sigma, which on the surface has the same problems as Irving Braxiatel, but then you have the problem that that isn't actually the Doctor's name, but a nickname given to him at the academy. So then what is the Doctor's real name? Well, according to The Making Of Doctor Who his name is δ³Σx². In human language, this basically means nothing, but in The Five Doctors this equation appears on a piece of stone with other writing that is identified as Old High Gallifreyan (the ancient and no longer used language of the Time Lords). This leads me to my third point about how Time Lord names work,

Along with the two kinds of names I previously mentioned, I also believe that Time Lords have another 'true' name in Old High Gallifreyan that is rarely, if ever, used. This comes from the fact that the Doctor has repeatedly said that they can not (except in special circumstances) tell people their real name, and that even if they did people would not understand it. The not understanding it part is obvious since a) all the Time Lords are dead and b) even before then it was an unused language. It is also stated in the show that Old High Gallifreyan words held power, giving a pretty reasonable explanation for why the Doctor would only tell someone his name in special circumstances. I think there could also be a factor of a Time Lord's name being something very personal to them and there is no reason to share it with most other people.

Anyway tl;dr Time Lords have a 'true name' in Old High Gallifreyan that is only used in special circumstances. The rest of the time they usually use one of two naming systems, a 'normal' Time Lord name, which is often long but shortened (Romanadvoratrelundar to Romana for example) or a title name, which is often chosen by renegade Time Lords as part of their rejection of Time Lord society.

#doctor who #classic who #dw #the doctor #the master #nuwho #romana #sorry that this post is so long i apparently had a lot to say #theta sigma #time lords #new who #dr who #gallifrey #gallifreyan #if this has typos im sorry i did not check

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lettheladylead · 9 months

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Gladstone & The Skies of Farmtown: Part 2

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(read part one here)

(read the prequel - Gladstone and the Solitude of the Four-Leaf Clover)

Hi everybody!! Here's part two of the new Gladstone-centric comic featuring the Farmtown characters we met in Solitude of the Four-Leaf Clover. [no inducks link yet]

#gladstone gander #duck comics #topolino #scanlation #scanlations #translation #translations #comic #i did not check this for typos so if you see any thats my bad

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bisexualbuck · 2 years

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THE BEST OF STAR TREK: IMDB'S TOP RATED - TNG EDITION

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#trekedit #startrekedit #tvedit #startrekdaily #scifiedit #star trek #tngedit #tng #the next generation #star trek tng #bestoftrek*#my gifs #myedit #oh well i did it!!#it's late here and i need to sleep so i hope there aren't any typos #i swear i checked ten thousand times but i just want to post it now

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outtoshatter · 7 months

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Prompt 1: "It's not too late, let's go."

Fanfiction

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek

Warnings: none | Rating: Teen & up

Trick or Treat or Trespass (also on ao3!)

“It’s not too late,” Stiles said. “Let’s go.” He held his hand out.

Derek squinted at him. “It’s two in the morning.”

“Perfect time. We’re too tired to second guess our decisions and you just said you wished you could.” His grin flashed, that wide, half-mad smile that Derek couldn’t resist.

“It’s too late,” he protested weakly. “They’re all closed.”

“How many times do you get to wish something and then make it come true?”

“You’re a little fixated on that,” he complained. “I was just talking.” He allowed him to pull him off the couch anyway. “None of them open until noon, judging starts at eleven.”

Stiles’s grin widened. “We’ll find some.” He had his phone out already, tapping away. “See, the Kimbers farm still has pumpkins left.”

“They’re closed,” he insisted.

Stiles tossed him a jacket. “So?” He shoved his feet in his shoes without bothering to untie them, making Derek wince, and grabbed his keys and a dark blue hoodie.

Derek got in the car, if only to stop him from hurting himself, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop Stiles or see what he thought he was going to do about their pumpkin problem.

It wasn’t that important.

He looked up. “Stiles…”

Derek just wanted to make an effort to be part of the community—not the weirdo shut-in—for once. He was friendly with most of his neighbors, they exchanged recipes and baked goods sometimes, and now there was this, a community jack-o-lantern contest. Time had slipped away from him, and now it was the 30th—technically the small hours of the 31st—and he had no pumpkins at all, carved or otherwise.

He’d been dozing when he muttered his wish, more a complaint than anything. He should have known Stiles wouldn’t leave it alone.

He parked under a group of trees at the very end of a gravel lot and pulled his hood up. “You can wait in the car,” he offered, that grin flashing again.

In the dark with only the weak light of the moon to illuminate him, he looked devilish, just for a moment, and then he was himself again, mischievous but human. He got out while Derek was trying to find words. The back opened, and Stiles dragged the wagon out of the cargo space.

Derek scrambled out. “How many do you think you’re getting?”

Stiles pressed a hand to his heart. “I was going to leave money to cover it, what do you take me for?”

“As many as I can carry.”

Derek scoffed. “What did the Kimbers ever do to you?”

Derek didn’t really buy it until he added, “Now, if it was Walmart, I wouldn’t bother, but they ran out of pumpkins yesterday.”

He pulled the wagon, then stopped when the wheels made too much noise in the gravel. He glanced at Derek. “Gonna turn me in?”

He sighed.

They stole into the pumpkin patch quite easily—the only fence was a low wall of hay bales more for looks than security. Derek kept his head down and hood pulled up, sure that there were cameras on them. There was a table by the entrance, probably where people paid for their pumpkins.

Derek’s heart pounded with both panic—they could legitimately get arrested for this, and what was he supposed to say to John when that happened?—and exhilaration that he couldn’t repress. He shook his head while Stiles checked over the options and wandered to the table. He chose one of the tiny pumpkins and used it to pin some cash to the table. He was positive he overpaid, but he considered it an after-hours fee.

Something rustled.

His head snapped up. He scanned the area around them, but there was nothing. Just them, the pumpkins, and, some distance away, the farmhouse.

Stiles giggled to himself, making him jump.

“Shh!”

He waved his hands, but he couldn’t stop the high, sort of giddy laughter he never could contain. “Let’s go,” he wheezed, dragging the wagon behind him. There were five pumpkins of various sizes piled inside.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Go open the trunk and start the car,” he whispered.

Stiles’s eyes lit. He fist pumped, then ran for the car.

Derek waited, head lowered, to give him time to get to the car. He lifted the wagon. The pumpkins were dense and even for him it was heavy, and the wagon’s shape was not made to be carried. He all but ran for the car.

Stiles was jittering around in the driver’s seat while he deposited the pumpkins and wagon, twisting around, drumming his fingers, and chewing his lips.

Derek closed the trunk and jumped into the passenger seat. “You better hope they don’t call the cops,” he hissed. “How will we explain to your dad?”

“We left money!”

“We were trespassing.”

“Pshaw.” Stiles backed out of the lot with the headlights off, and didn’t turn them on until they were back on the road. He reached over to squeeze his knee. “You’ll forget all about the trespassing and theft when we’re carving.”

Derek was never going to forget tonight, but not for the crimes.

They snuck their loot into the house like a couple of teenagers out past curfew. Stiles gleefully snapped out a plastic tablecloth and spread some newspapers on the kitchen floor while Derek dug out the carving tools he’d optimistically bought in late September.

The carving process was…long. The bowls filled with seeds and guts, Stiles became delirious and giddy and sloppy from lack of sleep, and the kitchen smelled like damp pumpkins. By dawn, Derek was feeling out of it himself.

“Just one left,” Stiles said, spreading pulp between his fingers and hands like spider webs. He held it out to Derek, then laughed wildly at whatever expression he made.

He turned the last, gutted pumpkin around so he could see what stencil Stiles had put on it. The paper was pasted to the front from the sticky pumpkin juice. He snorted. “Really?”

“Think you don’t have the skills?” He smirked.

“I can carve this.”

“Okay…” He was very obviously trying to goad him; the annoying part was that it was working.

Derek blamed sleep deprivation.

By eight AM, sunlight was streaming bright and strong into their kitchen. Stiles was slumped against Derek’s back, snoring gently into his shoulder. Derek’s fingers were cramping. He dropped the carving tool and flexed his hand, admiring his work

.He moved his shoulder. “Stiles.”

He groaned. “No…”

“Stiles.” He shrugged again, jostling him. “I finished.”

There was a snuffle against his shoulder, then a noisy yawn. “You huh?”

“Finished the pumpkin.”

Stiles scrambled then, arms wheeling and legs kicking as his tired brain tried to get all of his limbs moving together. He gaped at the Wolf Man pumpkin. “Oh, that is the best one.” He reached for it, then stopped, staring aghast at the dried pumpkin stuck to his hands.

Derek looked around their kitchen with dawning horror, realizing for the first time what a mess they had made. There were pumpkin guts on the lower cabinets. On the floor. On the fridge.

Stiles reached out and peeled some off of Derek’s cheek. He laughed softly and took his face between his palms, pulling him in for a sweet, sleepy kiss. “You go shower. I’ll clean this up.”

“There’s too much,” he said with a tinge of hysteria. “You haven’t slept. We haven’t slept and it’s on the cabinets-”

Stiles kissed him again. “Go shower and I’ll get started. Can’t make progress if we panic and never start, right?” He squeezed Derek’s face lightly, then let go.

Derek reluctantly left him to begin the cleanup, shuffling to the shower in a daze.When he was clean and dressed, he returned. The kitchen wasn’t spotless, but much more manageable. Pumpkin guts had been cleaned from all surfaces and tossed, the tools were in the sink for cleaning, and the seeds were washed and drying on a cookie sheet.

Stiles was bundling the tablecloth around the stained newspapers when Derek found him. He tilted his head up and smiled. “Just need to add the tea lights, then put them on the-”

Derek pulled him to his feet and kissed him in one motion, keeping his arm locked around his waist. Emotions welled up in his chest, a tangle of gratitude and love and fond exasperation, squeezing his heart until he thought it would burst. He cupped Stiles’s face with one hand, kissing him until his own knees went weak.

“Well,” Stiles panted when he pulled back at last. “Maybe we should carve gourds more often.”

Derek snorted. “Thank you for breaking into a pumpkin patch for me.”

Stiles smiled, his eyes hazy with exhaustion. “Anytime, anywhere, anything.”

“You just like trespassing.”

He looped his arms around his waist, melting against his chest. “Always seems to end well for me.” He nipped his chin playfully.

Derek growled softly.

“Let’s go set the pumpkins out and go to bed.”

They put them along the porch steps, with the Wolf Man pumpkin at the top, then retreated into the house, though it was a couple hours before they slept.

Derek woke up to a second place ribbon stuck to the stem of his Wolf Man pumpkin and a grainy still from security footage pinned under the wipers of his car.

Stiles laughed himself silly at both and made Derek pose for pictures with the pumpkin.

He loved him a lot. But he was definitely dumping pumpkin guts over his head later.

#fictober23 #sterek #fluff #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #autumn fic #pumpkin theft #im easing my way in here #fic #gia writes #i did not check for typos

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linagram · 4 months

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i did it. a linagram quiz. feel free to use this as a kin assignment too.

also uquiz works horribly for me and it refused to upload my art and other pics so. sorry. you won't see my ocs' cute faces there.

#fun fact i've realized that there's something wrong with the pictures when i accidentally used a pic of yurika for riku's result #and when i tried to replace it it still showed yurika but didn't show any other pics #i don't know what is it about yurika that makes her so irresistible to uquiz. or anyone really #also if you're wondering yes i did take the quiz to test it and i answered everything honestly and.#.. i got kei. never felt so humiliated in my entire life /lh #📱linagram timeline 📱#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #also there may be typos i haven't checked sorry i have. assignments to work on

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Does anyone else feel like almost all of the conflicts that had to do with the various character dynamics in Chain of Thorns didn’t actually get resolved, they just unexplainably ceased to exist after two books of building them up because CC didn’t feel like writing them anymore and she didn’t know how to resolve it naturally after how she’d built the issues up so much?

Like how none of the characters but Cordelia and Thomas had any clue about the Alastair and Charles situation and then suddenly in CoT it was like who doesn’t know? Of course Matthew knew and didn’t say anything before and then randomly brought it up to Cordelia in Paris while assuming she knew too

Or how Alastair and Thomas went from how things were at the end of CoI with Alastair thinking it could never work because Thomas’s friends hate him to oh look everyone suddenly is friends with Alastair with no grudge with no development of that in this book at all, just an abrupt shift

Especially the Alastair and Matthew dynamic where Matthew hated Alastair and wanted him to have nothing to do with any of their friends and he spent CoI ranting about him to Cordelia. And then suddenly in CoT it’s like of course Matthew is supportive of Thomas and Alastair and oh look Matthew and Alastair are suddenly not just tolerating each other for Thomas’s sake but friends despite barely interacting and no development actually showing and never getting any mention of the other in their own POVs, just having Cordelia be like Alastair stop being dumb, you’re literally friends with him now

Or like everyone other than Christopher and Grace where it was like oh we don’t like her for how she’s treated us and her friends straight to anyway she’s one of us. Like yes Grace was useful and yes Tatiana manipulated her whole life, but none of that was why anyone changed their minds or opinions? It was just suddenly the flip of a switch when it was convenient for CC

Or Anna and Ariadne where it didn’t so much develop as Anna just acted mean to Ariadne on and off throughout the series and at the end of CoI she wanted nothing to do with a relationship and then in CoT she was just suddenly like sure I guess I do. Also, slightly different note, but I did not like that Anna barely interacted with anyone else for the entire book and she was just off in the corner being an irrelevant romantic subplot for almost all of the book except when she showed up to barely even be shown in the background being sad about her brother being dead

(Although Anna still got more of a reaction than everyone else and his death was poorly executed all around in the sense of how did you write this so predictably and poorly that no one even knows when he died and it’s so background and 99% of the characters don’t care at all and we don’t see his parents finding out or much of Thomas’s reaction or anything and it’s just as if he wasn’t a character anymore 2 seconds later which is a different genre of issue with CoT but similar problem in the sense that both issues made the book feel a lot more emotionless to read)

And how the issues of Thomas and Alastair being together as two men and Anna and Ariadne being together as two women in this time and the issues of what would happen if the fact that Charles and Alastair were gay got out to the entire Clave just disappeared and never got addressed at all. We know how the ClVe reacted to Alec Lightwood YEARS later. We know society was homophobic at the time TLH is set and that it seems like shadowhunter society was a lot less open-minded than mundanes a century later

I understand that Charles being blackmailed and making shitty decisions was annoying but it was like suddenly everyone finding out wouldn’t have consequences and all the other queer men characters were like how could you possibly be worried about this :/ as if they haven’t spent the whole series knowing they have to be careful about who they tell. And then suddenly it was just of course it’s totally fine and safe to have everyone find out and why wouldn’t you be fine with that. And it was really written in a way that had other queer characters like oh Charles is such a coward for not being ready to publicly tell a bunch of homophobic people his sexuality and it just wasn’t it??? And super weird after Thomas was terrified of telling even Anna and Matthew for years. And also, I did not care for the fact that when Charles did go risk getting outed to finally do the right thing, we didn’t even get to see it through any character’s perspective or how that important meeting went, we just got one line of dialogue from somebody else saying that it happened with no details at all. And I can’t think of other examples right now but there were quite a few moments like that where we got one line saying that something had happened that was important to the plot and to characters’ development that seemed like it would have been more interesting than some of what we did get to see where it was just totally breezed over and way too easy and totally background to less important stuff

And then there was the whole no one reacting to Ariadne and Anna dancing together publicly thing was like yeah that’s nice I guess but not realistic and it doesn’t go with the way things have been presented up to that point, it also just feels like a situation where CC was like well this would be easier for me so there just won’t be consequences and then they can easily end up happily together

And then there was the whole Thomas and Alastair thinking they couldn’t realistically be together thing and knowing they couldn’t get married or be known to be together by anyone they’re not close to and then at the end it’s still not really addressed how they’re going to be together? Like there was the laziest write off of the family tree being wrong and then we still are just left to assume that eventually they move in together and suddenly it’s not a problem and everyone’s fine with it? And then I also feel like we don’t actually know if everyone found out about Alastair and Charles’ sexualities after the blackmail or if people are going to assume about Thomas and Alastair or if that’ll cause issues or if no one knows outside of who they’ve told and they have to be careful or what. Which like wouldn’t necessarily need to be addressed if it wasn’t for the logistics of being together as two men in that time being part of the obstacle that they were struggling with being in their way and then it felt like it was totally forgotten to even be one at the end by CC

Idk like I’d love to think they just lived in a world where homophobia didn’t exist but it felt like homophobia was a plot point when CC wanted it to be an inconvenience and then suddenly disappeared just to make her writing easier the moment she didn’t want it there anymore instead of actually addressing the plots she raised with it if that makes sense?

And sorry, I really did not mean to go on a rant this long. And maybe everyone else had a very different reading experience than I did and other people don’t agree with some or all of this. I personally am just very confused about how the book was almost 800 pages long and it felt like so much of the development in it was us abruptly being told that development had happened rather than actually getting to see it and how so many of the issues were abruptly solved in an I don’t want to write this issue anymore kind of way rather than anything actually needing to be worked at outside of the Belial situation

Edit: You know what, I mentioned it in my tags but I feel like it’s annoying enough to put in the body of the post and make it even longer. What the fuck was with everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else just so that characters could openly talk about the queer characters and tell them to do what they want them to? Why did Matthew out his brother multiple times? Like yes, the people he said it to coincidentally already knew, but he didn’t know that. And why was Thomas outing Alastair? The straights got to keep their secrets as long as they wanted and fix their problems more naturally. Why did I have to sit through queer characters constantly having their sexualities and romantic histories to everyone else when they clearly had not okayed it? Why were the queer characters doing so much of the outing? Why were people who cared about them and knew what it felt like to be afraid of the wrong person finding out just broadcasting their sexualities to make it easier for CC to breeze past development to have their things get resolved fast? Why did no character have an issue with it at all?

#As a queer person the whole using homophobia against her characters as plot just to pretend homophobia doesn’t exist and call her characters #cowards for worrying about it as soon as she’s decided writing it doesn’t serve her plot agenda anymore really icks me right out #Like yeah I’d love homophobia to not exist but girl what are you doing that’s so gross to go about it that way #ALSO everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else to other characters to make it easier to get the queer characters to do what she #wanted them to was a HORRIBLE vibe. Why is Matthew outing his brother? Why is Thomas outing Alastair? Why is everyone telling everyone else #people’s sexualities as if it’s nothing and everyone has a right to know when that character clearly did not feel that way #And it’s so out of nowhere every time too #Hot take: Charles protecting Alastair’s privacy instead of outing him was more valid than anything any of the other queer characters said #about Charles or Alastair’s sexualities even if I hate Charles and his going along with the blackmail was bullshit #Also now that I’ve written all of this down and 99% of what I wrote about in here has to do with the canon queer characters that’s not #a great look either that she did breeze over some of the stuff with the other characters for sure but she was way more likely to skip depth #and development with the queer characters in CoT #CC said no slow burn gradual changes in this book… there’s only room for abrupt 180s and Cordelia running 🏃‍♀️#Sorry if this has weird typos and other mistakes in it. I typed on my phone and didn’t check for autocorrect nonsense and I’m too lazy to #reread this all rn at my current brainpower level #CoT #Chain of Thorns spoilers #Chain of Thorns #The Last Hours #The Shadowhunter Chronicles #Cassandra Clare #My Posts

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