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green-sky-smoke · 4 months

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Reader asks Husk about his ideal date. (~1300 words)

"My ideal date, huh? The one where i win all your money in poker." He laughs, and smiles at you firmly, his eyes pierce at you warmly, like he was looking at nostalgic show, on old, thick tv screen, in worst quality possible. "Bring me cards, hun, i shall do a little," he waves palms happily, "magic! Watch future, how good your chances are." He laughs purringly. Then his smile and cheerful look dissolves. He's never like this for long. "But if you don't plan it... Honestly, i'm not really used to dates. I'm not interested in flowers and fancy dinners, i saw enough of them. I am a man of simple pleasures. I have booze here, why don't just stay where we are?" he tilts his head a little, with catlike grace and elegance, expecting you to nod. And then you both hear something heavy, loudly falling on the floor, and a lot of swears and arguing. His ears press on his head from the sudden noise.

"Well. That's why. We may go somewhere." He sights, annoyed. Husk is frowning, looking in almost empty bottle, like lines of light and reflections on emerald glass will say something his drunk brain stubbornly refuses. He tries very hard to think it out, but he got solid brain fog.

"How about... Well..." he is really lost in his own thoughts. You can almost see how his neurons try to reach one another, but fail miserably, and pain gently swipes them away. "How about... About..."

No. Date isn't a game, it's when you entertained enough being with someone. Not a game. You did games everyday, Husk, what make date unique if it just another playful robbery? Date is not another gambling game, loss of big money and property. Especially not of someone who you like. Maybe you can both play and share loss, or win, playing together and not against each other... But against anyone else? Hm. Would be nice to offer it later, if he won't forget.

He hasn't had any sugarcoated romantic fantasies in a long time, and his brain rejected him creating some now, when he got someone interesting enough. The most interesting thing was just looking at your confused, annoyed face, and just any negative emotion. He felt better sometimes, seeing unhappy faces, when he is himself aren't happy at all about where it all ended for him. Husk hunched over the table, puzzled. Looks like he completely zoned out.

Most of all, he enjoys spending time together, calmly, not in a fight. Table games where he can bluff and laugh at someone's bad strategies and skill, or hand motorics. Magic tricks and spectacular shows. Gently massages and some cuddling. Sleeping and resting, doing nothing. He doesn't like very pricy places, or sports. He isn't most complex person, so it's quite a mystery for him why you would have interest in alcoholic with ludomania who likes to mock you lovingly, or insult. It's kinda easy when he presented with people insecurities every day, every year, when they can't shut up about it, and any anecdotes happening. He could write dissertation about it.

"Cheap, and funny." He chuckled, as your face becomes a little disappointed. "What? Not the answer you wanted?" He smiled, a bit smug. He enjoys your confusion, and how you try to think of questions to to clarify exactly what he wants, when you know that he won't reply long, he mostly gives you very vague answers that tells nothing at most.

"Let me tell you a thing, boo... Planning perfect dates is the most useless thing to do. Life is always unpredictable, chaotic, troubled and hard in hell. Situations always change, your mood, your tastes, you never the same person as day, or hour ago. You never know. If you hunt perfection, perfect place, perfect person, perfect reaction, day and time, you will end up miserable. And... You can try small things and be happy with surprises from this chaotic universe we live in, being constantly amazed how bad you are at fortune-telling!" He spreads his arms with enthusiasm, and then puts them down, waving one. He takes an indifferent sip of alcohol. "Or whatever. I don't care." He for a moment forgets what he wanted to add. Seems like he forgets that you're here too, too entertained with looking at same bottles, as if he was in an elite art gallery. His head migraine felt as if brain is expanding like the universe, right in his skull, and it is about to crack, while he won't be able to say anything intelligible or catch a coherent thought. He needs time to frown. You just look at him, wanting to stroke him. He looks so soft and fluffy, but you can't tell a moment you can do it.

"There isn't such a thing i would call a 'perfect date'. But there is 'it wasn't so bad as i expected'." he says before another long pause. He is clearly thinking hard, trying to scratch words off the walls of the skull, that hit him with an electric shock for any touch. His body was sometimes a real prison, making him worse person, who can really, really never leave for long.

"There may be all things i can enjoy to a point of addiction, but i would just act as grumpy ass until you take me there, waving booze, fists, threats, and i would know how enjoyable this is only after." He smiles and cackles, a bit annoyed and a bit self-ironic. He knows his brain and mood tricks pretty well, but believes he don't really need or can change a thing. He hates it, but he wouldn't wish to be anyone else. "It all seem too boring, overrated, overpriced and annoying to me when i think about it. I can find all reasons to not go anywhere and not move at all. Im in the point of life where it's really hard to find joy and eagerly seek things. You know?" He shrugs. "Go on, i don't mind, if you can bear with me constantly rejecting anything im not used to, and being grumpy old growler. It may at some point end as perfect date i would be sad to forget." He looks at you, like he doesn't really believe it, but willing to let you try. It doesn't matter to him, he will suffer each way in same amount, you wouldn't make it much worse than Alastor. " ...Or not. Who the hell knows. Maybe you will have patience to make some use of such boring, forever grudging and mean demon. Im not the best choice, and it will only make you pathetic to try make impossible work." You smile, finally out of confusion. He just invited you to annoy him, how sweet. You bend over to him and hold out your hand. He doesn't understand your gesture, so he just hand you some heavy bottle of some sweet, sparkling tonic for cocktails. You move the bottle to the table, and you put your hand on his. It suprised him, but he smiled at this micro-miscommunication, and places other hand over your. Old cats are playful too. And no cat will reject some good, pricy food and quiet place to see all things, not just hear behind the bar table. "Well, you are the strongest creative source of new things in my life for now." He smiles faintly. Maybe he was completely sarcastic. "So, take care of yourself. I can't appreciate you most times, but it would be loss for all hell. And i think you didn't drink in a while, so you need some liquid more than hold my hand, dumdum." He gets his hand out of your warm touch, and moves the bottle almost in your face. "Or shall I shake it for you?" He laughs. Husk believes you totally can use some foam of wrath in your face too.

#Hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #reader insert #x reader #hazbin hotel husk #husk x reader

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groenendaze · 2 months

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Do you have any tips for getting into dog sports? I've got an 8-month-old dalmatian/gsd/pit mix (my absolute best friend and also the bane of my existence, teenagers are a menace lol) who's crazy smart and athletic. The stuff you do with your pups looks awesome and I think we'd both really enjoy it! I'm just not sure where to start to look for clubs/events/etc. Any advice is appreciated!

Dog sports are one of those things where you either just happen to accidentally fall into it or you fight tooth and nail to find a place.

Some of the best ways to find places are to reach out to trainers/competitors in your area or close to you (FB and instagram are the easiest for this imo - if you have found any!). The rest depends on the sports you want to do and where you're located. A good way to try and find more sports would be to see if there are any in your area: google your city + "dog training club" or the sport you're looking for. See if any places offer classes (classes are a GREAT way to get started and test the waters!). Or look for events in your area and go watch! I wouldn't recommend trying to volunteer my first time watching an event, but it's a great place to get started and look for people who might know more people in your area that could help you. Most people are nice and like helping newbies out, but there are always some bad eggs in the pot!

Unfortuently, I'm not super great at finding non-American events, so I apologize if you aren't in the US! But if you are, there are a couple websites that you can check out. For AKC sanctioned events (FastCAT/AKC agility/Rally-O/Confo/etc), AKC has an event calendar.

For things like disc, you can check out UpDog's event page, Skyhoundz event page, USDDN (international), UFO (international), Quadruped, or AWI.

Agility has a couple besides AKC: UKI, CPE, NADAC, and USDAA.

Dock has a few with the main one being NADD and Ultimate Air Dogs.

For flyball, UFLI has a tournament list page. NAFA also does tournaments but I only do UFLI and NAFA's website looks like hasn't been updated since, like, the 90s.

There are other sports, like bitesports (PSA/IGP/Mondio/French Ring) or racing (AOK9, etc) but I know nothing about the racing world and bitesports are one of those sports (much like Flyball tbh) where you'd need to reach out to a club first because a club will make or break a dog.

I got into agility back in like, 2019 or something because I took classes from a local facility and went to some AKC events and asked around. I got into PSA because I googled "bitesports [city]" and found the closest club was an hour a half, so I emailed them. And then made that drive every weekend for 10 or so months haha (I put so many miles on my car). Moved to Wisconsin and reached out to a disc club local to me asking for a private lesson in disc on Facebook, ended up accidentally getting invited to play Toss & Fetch and my disc obsession spiraled from there. Ended up getting into flyball because I made friends with a lot of flyball people at disc. Everything else I've tried (like barn hunt/herding/etc) was a combination of looking on the AKC event page and going "I can do that", a friend going "you can do this, come to X event", or me frantically googling locations or sports or classes or private lessons.

When I first started out, I struggled a LOT. In Texas, there were quite a few places and clubs around me, but I only had about three months of that before I moved to Arkansas, which was a dog sport dead zone. I didn't have the connections or knowledge to even know where to look to get access to those places. It took me months to find the one single place where I could rent an agility field. I spent most of my time throwing a frisbee in a park not even knowing that disc was a dog sport I could compete in. Luckily, where I am now is pretty dominated by the sports I love and I've made a lot of really amazing connections which helps with knowing the who's/what's/how's of everything!

Good luck and I hope this helps!

#if you are local to me feel free to reach out too and I can help more!#or if you need help in a specific sport - i know a Lot of disc clubs and people and quite a few flyball ones now too

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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 26 days

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Fic request! I'd love to read more about Niki and James and their early-days flatshare - maybe something a bit hurt/comfort where Niki is the one who gets the comfort, and James is unexpectedly mature and sensible (for at least a short while!)? But dealer's choice if that doesn't resonate!

my love mine all mine (part 2) — niki lauda x james hunt

cw: none ig

note: late sorry but here I am. hope you’ll like it!

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The practice didn’t go well, so Niki was particularly downhearted those days. He usually could manage well his emotions by telling himself how to improve, even when it wasn’t his fault, but sometimes it wasn’t easy. He travelled a lot and was always busy and that made him feel tired most of the time.

That night he was sitting on the bed contemplating the circuit he had drawn on a notebook.

He was concentrated when he heard the door opening and closing. “I’m home!” James walked in the apartment and knocked on Niki’s room. “Can I?”

“Uhm, yes.” Niki’s eyes did not move from the notebook.

He half opened the door and glanced inside the bedroom. “I had dinner out, hope you don’t mind.”

“Ja, I’m not hungry anyway.”

James probably had noticed his not so joyful expression, because he stepped in the room and glanced at him with arms crossed. Weird, thought Niki. When he was in a bad mood, and it wasn’t rare, James used to ignore him to avoid being treated badly.

“What happened?”

Niki shook his head and put a hand on his forehead. “Nothing, just a bad week.”

“What are you looking at?” James sat next to him on the bed and looked at the notes. “Oh, that looks familiar.” He laughed slightly and then closed his notebook. “I think you should take a break.”

Niki looked towards him in surprise. “What?”

“Some rest. Everything will get clearer then.”

“I don’t need to rest.”

“Your eyes don’t seem to agree.”

Niki sighed. He put the book aside reluctantly.

“There. Now, what’s the deal?” James was unusually kind.

“It’s just that… sometimes it gets difficult, I don’t know if I’m enough for all of this.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you are more than enough. Everybody acknowledges your talent.”

“That’s bullshit! Nobody believes in me.” Niki was tired of people telling him he wasn’t suited for the sport, he was too strict and he knew one failure could made him loose the job.

“Well, I do.”

Niki looked up at him, not expecting that statement at all.

James put a hand on his shoulder. “And you should too.” He smiled. “Hey, don’t think that because we race against each other I don’t think you’re a great driver.”

“Sure, and you’re a great liar.”

“Stop that. I mean it.”

Niki couldn’t really imagine someone being actually there to support him. He felt so grateful for having James in his life. “Thank you.”

“Don’t. Now just lay down. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”

As he laid down, James’ hand hadn’t left his shoulder. He was already sleepy, so it didn’t take much before he closed his eyes. Falling asleep, he couldn’t quite comprehend what the sudden soft feeling on his cheek was. Probably a kiss. Waking up he would’ve wonder if he had dreamt of it.

#niki lauda #james hunt #niki lauda x james hunt #launt #ff #fanfic #f1 #formula 1

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Highway to Hellfire

Eddie Munson x Curvy Henderson Reader

Literally when I saw the Hellfire raglan shirt I KNEW I would fall for this man. (Also very exciting that I have several celeb crushes that are only a year older then me... instead of my normal 10 year gap minimum LOL) Always wanted to write a Henderson Reader Character but was never quite sure who to pair them with or how to connect them with the other older siblings but Eddie has solved ALL OF THAT. So I hope y'all enjoy your ride on the Highway to Hell(fire) 🤘🏽

Summary: You and Dustin, Dustin and You. You may be cousins but he was more like a little brother and one of your favorite people in the world. So it wasn't uncommon that he wanted you to at least experience the stuff he loved at least once. Plus any visit to Hawkins meant catching up with Steve, and subsequently being each other's wingmen at any and all sporting events. But what happens when the King if Hellfire, who Dustin swears is a rock 'n roll god, comes into play? Eddie may be the the King, but he's about to find out who the Queen is.

“Henderson’s let's go!” Steve honks from the curb. You and Dustin say goodbye to your Aunt Claudia and bound down the driveway and into the car.

“Sorry, someone thought she needed to do stuff to her face.” Dustin rolls his eyes as he double checks that he has everything.

“Gotta have school spirit.” You close your eyes to show Steve the green and gold eyeshadow you expertly applied.

“Well worth it.” He chuckles.

“Dustin, you there? Over” Mike’s voice comes through Dustin’s radio.

“Ya, what’s up? Over.”

“Meet at my house before D&D. Need to talk without the DM listening. Over.”

“Guess I’ll meet you two at school!” He shouts, leaping out of the car and running to get his bike from the garage.

“Amazing how fast he’ll ditch us.” Steve shakes his head and pulls out of the driveway.

“Speaking of ditching… he asked me to sit in on tonight’s D&D session.” You sigh, bracing yourself for an angry growl.

“Thought we were going hunting for our next mistakes.” Steve pouts as he speeds toward the school.

“I know! I know! But you still have Robin.” You offer. He gives you a glare and you shrug “I know it’s not helpful when you and your wingman like the same gender, but it’s better than nothing?”

“Do you even know how to play D&D?” He snidely comments.

“More than you do Harrington!” You playfully shove his shoulder.

“I guess it is girls volleyball. Most of the guys are only there for their girlfriends anyways.”

“Next sporting event for sure. Dustin mentioned Lucas is playing basketball, so we’ll both go to all of those.” You hold your pinky out to Steve.

“You have a deal Henderson.” He loops his pinky around yours. He cruises into the parking lot, pulling right into the front of the gym

“Hey Robin!” You wave as you step out of the car.

“Hey! Ready for some sports!” She gives a little fist pump, which makes the feather in her band hat shake.

“She’s ditching us for Hell.” Steve announces. You shoot him a glare, and he makes a face in response.

“Aww man! It’s bad enough there’s hardly a crowd to play for, even worse when I only know Steve.” She whines.

“I will be at every basketball game this season.” You point at her and she perks up a bit.

“How do I get to Hellfire?” You turn Steve, who rolls his eyes at you. So dramatic!

“Down the hall, hang a right. Big oak door, can’t miss it.” He holds his hand up and you high five it, pulling him into a quick hug.

“Have fun watching the girls smack a ball!” you shout over your shoulder as they walk into the gym. The both flash you a thumbs up and turn their attention to the small crowd gathering inside.

You quickly walk down the hall, finding the big door Steve described and slip inside. The room is dark except for the stage lights that are shining down onto a table. You walk toward the stage, looking at the various set pieces that are strewn around the room.

“And what brings a fair maiden such as yourself to the depths of Hell?” A voice asks.

“What makes you think I am fair or a maiden?” You smirk, turning to the voice. You’re met with a smile as wide as the Cheshire cat, framed by a mop of curly brown hair. His deep brown eyes keep yours captive as he slowly walks over to you.

“You are beautiful; that’s simply fact.” He shrugs, slowly circling you like a shark. “And only a maiden dares enter the hallowed halls of Hellfire. Those who are spoken for simply do not wander here unless they are lost.” He chuckles.

“Not all who wander are lost.” You whisper over your shoulder, feeling his circle around you get smaller and smaller. “Maybe I am in search of something.”

“Mmm? And what would that be?” He growls into your ear, coming to a stop behind you.

“Maybe I am looking for the king of hell himself.” You take a step away, circling around him now.

“And what would you want with Hades?” He asks, his eyes full of curiosity about the girl circling him; one has never played such a good game with him.

“Thought perhaps he would want a queen by his side.” You slyly smile, letting your hand rest on his shoulder and slide down his arm as you continue to circle. You can feel the electricity spark off of him, and it only fuels the desire to be more dramatic with every word.

“And who would love the king of the damned?” he reaches for you, taking your hand in his and stopping your circle.

“Only one goddess does.” You whisper, the bite of his rings sending a shiver up your back.

“My dear Persephone.” He gently caresses your cheek and you can’t help but close your eyes at his touch.

“Oh good you met Eddie!” Dustin’s voice cracks through the tension in the room and you and Eddie step away from each other.

“Ya, just ugh, getting acquainted.” you glance at Eddie and then back to your cousin.

“Cool. Eddie, this is my cousin (Y/N). Cuz, this is Eddie, our leader.” He smiles at the two of you.

“You didn’t tell me she was so beautiful, Henderson.” He takes your hand gently and places a kiss on your knuckles.

“Well, duh, she’s my cousin; you should always assume that.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder and walks with the others to the table.

“If he’s anything to go by I can only assume you’re also an outcast?” Eddie looks up at you, extending his elbow. You smile and loop your arm through his.

“I like to think I was well liked. But we definitely bond over movies and books. I’m a bit more of a music junkie than he is though.” You flash Eddie a rock on sign and he flashes that brilliant smile.

“Ok, name your favorite band.”

“ACDC.” You tell him, like there’s anyone better!

“Really?” Eddie pulls out one of the throne chairs at the head of the table for you to take a seat. He thought maybe you would have said Blondie or Kate Bush. He wasn’t expecting a rock band.

“Girls listen to rock, Eddie Munson.” You give him a pointed look as he takes the throne next to you.

“Ya, just never met one that didn’t have five layers of eyeliner.” Or that looked so pretty.

“Mmm, that much eyeliner makes my eyes look tiny.”

“That why you stick to sparkly green and gold?” Mike butts in, barely holding in a laugh.

“Haha Michael.” You gently push his shoulder.

“So, where are you in this campaign. We in like a battle in Helms Deep situation?” You ask Eddie. He gives you a look of surprise, his heart beating a little too fast.

“Ya…” his grin widens as he quickly catches you up at where the group is. When they’re ready to begin for the night they all turn to Eddie, waiting to see what peril they will be in tonight. You watch in awe as Eddie unveils the next chapter of his story, he’s so animated as he tells it, his voice changing with each character he portrays.

“Time to consult?” Mike asks, ecstatic when Eddie nods. The group huddles away from Eddie, harsly whispering about what to do next. Your hand comes to gently rest on Eddie’s.

“Is it like this all the time?” You ask, keeping your voice low.

“Sometimes there’s tears.” He nods, a smile creeping on his face when he sees the look of disbelief on yours.

“In anger or sadness?”

“Mostly frustration.” He admits, trying to keep his hand as still as possible so you don’t feel the need to move yours.

“That I could see.” You laugh. Both of you watch as the group argues among themselves, someone occasionally hitting whomever said something stupid aloud.

“You, lovely Persephone, are always welcome in the kingdom of Hellfire.” Eddie whispers to you, turning his hand so yours rests in his palm.

“Thank you Lord Hades.” You gently intertwine your fingers in his, “An invitation I will gladly take.” You smile at him, admiring how his brown eyes are warm and inviting, the gentle squeeze of his fingers setting something in you ablaze.

“Ok DM, we’re ready to roll the die!” Dustin announces. You prepare for Eddie to let go of your hand, but he doesn’t. He waves the group over with his left hand, giving yours a gently squeeze with the other. As the night wears on his hand only moves from yours when he widely gestures about something or needs to flip through his notes quickly; otherwise it gently rests in yours.

“Times up kids.” A man’s voice calls as he knocks.

“We’ll wrap up Mr. Silverton.” Eddie yells to him and then turns toward the group. “Mighty warriors, here is where we break for food and slumber! You live to see another day!” He throws his arms up in the air and everyone cheers.

“I hope you had fun, my queen.” Eddie bows to you, turning to start putting his things away.

“I most certainly did. Can’t wait to see what tales unfold in the next secession.” You smile, grabbing a few chairs.

“My dear Persephone! You do not need to help this group of scoundrels.” He playfully scolds, taking the chairs out of your hands.

“Eddie…” You laugh as he hands them to one of his friends.

“I know you came for the game. So go find your friends, the night is young after all.” He smiles and bows once again.

“Only because you insist.” You curtsy and slowly walk to the gym. You float down the hall, the ghost of Eddie's touch still in your hand.

“Cuz!” Dustin yells after you, his friends trailing close behind. “We’re headed to the Wheeler’s. I’ll call mom when I get there.” He gives you a quick hug and hands you the house key.

“Oh ok, guess I’ll hitch a ride.” You shrug. He flashes a thumbs up and each of the boys gives you a hug before they all scamper outside. You see Steve walking out of the gym, waving as the gaggle of kids runs by. You almost yell for him to wait up when a girl comes out of the gym and wraps her arm around his waist.

“Maybe not…” You whisper to yourself. Not that Steve would mind dropping you at home… but there is someone down the hall that drives. You smile to yourself spinning on your heels and walking back to the drama room.

You pass Eddie’s friends on their way out, thankful Eddie is alone.

“Hey Eddie…” You ask sweetly, slowly walking toward him.

“Must be winter, since you have returned.” He smiles, his eyes slowly taking in all of you this time.

“Think I could hitch a ride? Dustin took off with his friends and Steve’s got company.” You look up at him through your lashes, your body close enough to his you can feel the heat through your clothes.

“Do you have to go home?” He grins, a glint in his eye.

“I’m 20 years old, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” You grin back.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #Eddie Munson x female reader #hernderson!reader #dustin henderson #Steve Harrington x hernderson! reader #steve harrington x reader

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neotrances · 8 months

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god that anon.. 😭 i hate ppl using the word vanilla for ppl who want tender sex as if thats somehow cringe or boring or childish or not Real Enough or whatever. some ppl online make it a sport to look down on ppl who want sex that is tender and loving .like i 100 percent support ppls preferences as long as its respectful n theres informed consent on both sides and so on bla bla and u can have all the problematic sex u want but i do not get why its looked down upon if u dont welcome violence adjacent or more ‘unusual’ acts into ur sex life? again this is not moral judgement on ppl who do welcome that but in so many cases ppl who use the word vanilla to describe someones sex life just sound so misogynist often with racism on top or that bc black women get this treatment way more … agh im bad at expressing myself but wow some of ur anons regularly do my head in i dont know how u survive it

when ppl use vanilla as a insult it tells me they are not a trustable person like no form of consenting sex is “lesser” obviously but its strange that someone saying they donot want violent sex etc is a “lame” thing when the only thing that matters is the consent of both parties, pretending like “vanilla” sex is shameful is extremely bizarre bc most ppl that treat rough or violent sex as default never consult with their partners and help make a culture where women typically r expected to just take any kind of sexual behavior divorced from their needs or wants, idk how they don’t realize they contribute to the widespread misogyny that happens bc of that but it’s also like . me criticizing ur kink won’t kill u, it won’t stop u from doing it again, i am not holding a gun to ur head, if u wanna wear a diaper or have ur partner call u their daughter or want to do rape play nothing i say will prevent u from doing so, but acting like pointing out the negatives from said behavior is some kind of witch hunt from “puritans” that will end with u being jailed is the stupidest thing in the world

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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If they're going to give everyone that is racing a penalty so they have to stay on the positions they started in we might as well call it a parade! I'm all in for penalties when the occasional calls for it especially for causing collisions that HURTS other drivers! But they've been giving them out freely lately and it gets even more frustrating when one gets a penalty and the other gets a pass (not towards any specific driver) for doing the same thing!! The FIA simply just don't don't have anymore credibility and everyone sees that they are reaching so they won't loose respect and control over every situation, only they don't realize that already happened!

they lost control and respect when:

- They banded/changed the rules around to try and give an bad explanation to their mistakes and wrong doings and I'm not only talking about the 2021 fiasco

- When they constantly hunted down (and still is) a driver for wearing a fucking 1 cm nose piercing as if was the same as wearing a watch, or for preceding to do so even after a doctor letter that said he couldn't get it removed for medical reasons. As if they didn't have bigger issues to worry about, as if this was of maximum importance, when we all know it isn't, this is a sport where people can lose their lives for so many factors that won't ever include a less than 1cm piece of metal! Maybe they could use this time to certify if all the teams were all good and inside the rules about things that compromise other safety! Perhaps checking the cost breach of some teams?!? See where that money is going?? I pretty sure you can spend that much on food services?!

The fact that they were surprised when he showed up this year with another piercing on, both sides of his nose made me laugh so hard!!

- When they fell short on punishments for big brakes of rules?? Rules that insure everyone gets a fair chance of have similar cars that are competitive with each other? That do not include someone's cultural references? You know things that actually keeps the sport from turning a shitshow that only cares for money?

- When they disregarded the amount of time off, and limits to their healths, and added sprints for no reason (bc they are boring as fuck) and more races to the calendar, to make perhaps more money? I mean why else would you compromise them by pushing them harder? and this goes for the Mechanics too, since F1 dos not let them have to teams that alternate each other so they can have some rest? Can you imagine how much they work? They get there days before the race weekends, they get there earlier and leave way later than the rest! Are they well paid? Do they agree to it when signing a contract? Yes and that's exactly why rules exist! Otherwise people that need more money become manipulated to extremes for money/opportunities, every one could use a little more of it, even if impacts them badly! Especially now that F1's dilema is "You can always be replaced", "if you won't do it, i'll find someone who will" but not in a search better professionals (lets be real they are already so pre selected), but because that makes them trapped between what they need vs what a human can take. Physically, mentally, emotionally. This is coming from someone who grew up with a professional & high position mechanic dad.

- When they know that SPA is a very dangerous circuit mostly due to the rain. That we all know can't really be changed at anyone's desires. So instead of being responsible and making a hard decision that will likely piss off a lot of people, they waste everyone's time and money by having to cut races short, delay the races for hours, not be able to provide a sense of security and on top of that it just makes everything less entertaining (which is not something they want). All of this on top of the fact of the extreme safety issues. For what? They might as well remove the Belgium Gran Prix from the calendar till further notice, because there is nothing you can do to change the factors. I am pretty sure that more than half of everyone involved wouldn't complain about replacing it for now with a circuit that makes more sense logistically. There's so many unsatisfied with how the last couple SPA races have gone. All that because they refuse to go against the big boys with the money, in a situation that needs and outside intervention from the people that are there to do exactly that!

- When they didn't intervene, regulate or limited teams from disrespecting, disregarding and mistreating their drivers and other crew members. I think putting aside our favorites for a second we can all agree that: The way that Haas departed from Mick was wrong the way Gunther Stainer treated and talked about him even after he left was so disrespectful and uncalled for.

The way McLaren handled Daniel's departure from the team was also disrespectful, unnecessary, mean to a point it almost (to me definitely) humiliating, and it angered everyone, because he's very sweet and no one has EVER complained about him or said he was hard to work with. Zack Brown should of been replaced for being unable to professionally handle something that didn't have to go this way, he should have been held responsible for risking their drivers mental health, for putting all the blame from a bad result on him as if he was the only (or for many wrongly) reason for all their problems which is insane because not even his teammate was doing that much better. That is not what a team's for. You win together, you lose together. Besides everything it was SO disloyal of them, he broke a lot of disbelief that was being held against them, and it's not like he hasn't a good driver bc out of last year's grid he was part of the only few drivers who had actually won a grand prix before. And even IF that was the case, they had held it with decency, it just felt like the whole process was being handled by a child.

I felt really bad for Oscar, because this just made the start of his career badly. This was not his doing. He is a driver looking to get a chance. He's a good driver too. And this shouldn't make him a bad person.

For DeVries it just felt gut recking. This guy is a championship winner, he was waiting his time and opportunity to get a seat. FOR YEARS. Was also a reserve driver (why have him as a reserve if you'd never have him as a driver given the chance?), Last year he had the chance to race for the first in F1, he had to replace a driver that couldn't race that day. You know what he did? He got in that fucking car that honestly wasn't the best and hadn't reach the points the whole year, guess what? Not only got to the finishing line after a beautiful race with brilliant overtakes, he got that damn car into the points!!! Everyone was so impressed, why would keep him as reserve for so long? And he created an opportunity for himself that day. He earned that seat and everyone knows it. Than this guys starts his rookie year, in a new car, again a car that isn't able to compete for the top, is going okay, because no one expects a rookie to get in the top 10 every race of his first season, very few world champs did. All I can say is that they didn't even give him the rest of his first year! They actually didn't give him a chance at all! And again the way it was handle behind his back, from one race to the next was ??? And again no hate to Danny Ric for taking that chance.

Why haven't they been mediating all of this? Are you kidding me? How is all of this allowed? They wouldn't think twice if the drivers were the ones being deceiving. This took a toll on their health and career for no reason other than the fact they could. There's nothing wrong with ending contracts if things aren't working out. But this? And I would like to add that NONE of these drivers were caught saying anything about their situations negatively, they had the right to, the right to defend themselves and to give that disrespect back, but didn't.

I'm pretty sure you guys could add way more to this list. And the fact is that even the teams/people that are benefiting from it are satisfied with they're decisions, and that says a lot. Looking past who we cheer for, every single one of them can list a bunch of decisions that made no sense. This has gone way past favoritism, at this point no one can keep up with the hell they are doing. This sport needs to organize itself, bc this behavior is so self destructive. Every sport need and deserve an independent trustworthy serious organized and professional organization to make sure everything runs fairly, smoothly, safely with basic logic and respect, we know that right now the FIA ain't it.

-🎀

again sorry for the long messages but I think I'm at my limit as someone who has grown up experiencing Formula 1, as someone who is really interested in this sport, and that cares about the rules, just as much I care for the engineering that goes in it, just as much as care watching every single race, knowing that not much exiting and new things are going to happened, or that drivers that I really like don't really have the chance to win!

You were on point with everything in that ask, nonny!

I was getting ready to mention the "catering budget" when you did lol

As someone who experienced something similar with a different sport (hockey), it's frustrating, and, honestly, it just proves what Lewis said about money ruling it all. It's infuriating seeing how they go around blaming pilots for shitty cars or unhealthy workplace conditions (aka danny and mick situation), and it's just as infuriating seeing that some people agree with and think that this is how it should go.

At this point, I would say that they probably need to get the decision board replaced because clearly it's not working as it should, and its obvious that what's in the paper won't always happen in real life, but at least part of it has to, and we're not seeing it happen. I can sympathize with your frustration and agree that F1 has lost a bit of its magic (my dad told me just the same the last two races he saw me watching, he didn't even ask who was leading because it was obvious, and he didn't even mention all the other problematic stuff going around).

#I'm agreeing with you yet again babes #on point #f1 talk #🎀 anon #milies inbox

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letsberealgenz · 3 months

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Shoe Dog

“Let everyone else call your idea crazy…just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop. — Phil Knight

A couple of days ago, I made one of the best decision by picking up a dusty gem sitting on the shelf. Maybe it was meant to be dusty when I picked it up. It’s like a treasure that holds an encoded message specially written for you with an aim of shedding light on your journey.

The gem is none other than a book composed of 405 pages where every word is written with utmost wisdom by the one and only, Phil Knight, better known as the creator of Nike. That’s the thing about being an avid reader, you know exactly when you’re reading a really good book!

I know there’s tons of books out there where founders share their journey of starting up but the main “make or break” moment happens when the book gives you a lot of “AHAA” moment and this is exactly what Shoe Dog brings you! I am going to share with you some key moments that truly impressed me and I hope this provides value into your life. The real key is at the ending (make sure to read) till the very end.

1962

“Before running a big race, you always want to walk the track.” “You cannot travel the path until you have become the path yourself.” — Buddha “You are remembered for the rules you break.” — Douglas MacArthur “The main who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” — Confucius “Don’t tell people how to do things, tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their results.”

1964

“A tiger hunts best when he’s hungry.” “The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact.” “Happiness is a how, not a what.”

1965

“He looked at numbers the way the poet looks at clouds, the way the geologist looks at rocks. He could draw from them rhapsodic song, demotic truths.” “Running track gives you a fierce respect for numbers, because you are what your numbers say you are, nothing more, nothing less.” “Inspiration, he learned, can come from quotidian things. Things you might eat. Or find lying around the house.” “But everyone’s athlete, he said. If you have a body, you’re an athlete.”

1966

“Someone somewhere once said that business is war without bullets, and I tended to agree.” “Wisdom seemed an intangible asset, but an asset all the same, one that justified the risk.” “But my hope was that when I failed, if I failed, I’d fail quickly, so I’d have enough time, enough years, to implement all the hard-won lessons.”

1968

“I told her that I flat-out didn’t want to work for someone else. I wanted to build something that was my own, something I could point and say: I made that. It was the only way I saw to make life meaningful.” “Alcohol and time worked their magic.” “The single easiest way to find out how you feel about someone. Say goodbye.” “By nature I was a loner, but since childhood I’d thrived in team sports. My psyche was in true harmony when I had a mix of alone time and team time. Exactly what I had now.”

1969

“Penny and I were learning to live together, learning to meld our personalities and idiosyncrasies, though we agreed that she was the one with all the personality and I was the idiosyncratic one.” “Life is growth. You grow or you die.”

1970

“No news was bad news, no news was good news — but no news was always some sort of news.”

1972

“If we’re going to succeed, or fail, we should don so on our own terms, with out own ideas — our own brand.” “No matter the sport — no natter the human endeavor, really — total effort will win people’s hearts.” “Like books, sports give people a sense of having lived other lives, of taking part in other people’s victories. And defeats.” “The cowards never stared and the weak died along the way — that leaves us.”

1974

“More than a product, we were trying to sell an idea — a spirit.” “But when we did fail, we had faith that we’d do it fast, learn from it, and be better for it.”

1975

“No brilliant idea was ever born in a conference room.” he assured the Dane. “But a lot of silly ideas have died there,” said Stahr. — F.Scott Fitzgerald, The Last Tycoon

1976

“Whatever happened, I just didn’t want to lose. Losing was death.” “Money wasn’t our aim, we agreed. Money wasn’t out end game. But whatever our am or end, money was the only means to get there.” “I no longer simply made Nikes; Nikes were making me.”

1977

“Beating the competition is relatively easy. Beating yourself is a never-ending competition.” “But I liked the idea of acting as if things were going to work out.” “It didn’t focus on the product, but on the spirit behind the product.”

1978

“Obsessives were the only ones for the job. The only ones for me.” “Maybe the cure for any burnout, I thought, is to just work harder.”

1980

“I never knew that numbers could mean so much, and so little, at the same time.” “Any building is a temple if you make it so.” “You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.” “To study the self is to forget the self.” “Oneness — in some way, shape, or form, it’s what every person I’ve ever met has been seeking.” “Change never comes as fast as we want it.” “Because mothers are our first coaches.”

Because here’s the real gift:

I’d tell men and women in their mid-twenties not to settle for a job or a profession or even a career. Seek a calling. Even if you don’t know what that means, seek it. If you’re following your calling, the fatigue will be easier to bear, the disappointments will be fuel, the highs will be like nothing you’ve ever felt.

Put it this way. The harder you work, the better your Tao.

Yours, Asrajjit Kaur

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astudyingreer · 2 years

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Echo In A Small Room

Chase had contemplated death many times. Laying on that bed, with the cold metal frame pressing into his spine and his sweaty clothes clinging to his skin, he wondered if this was it after all.

He had lost his mind. That was the only thing he could figure. He had lost his mind, or he was dead. The small room they were keeping him in had grown crushingly familiar, so much so that it now seemed foreign. There was no sense to be found in the shapes around him, no sleep under the glaring lights. The camera in the corner staring at him had taken on a voice of its own, taunting him with its silence.

He was sure, at some point, there was a time where he had lived in a different world. He could remember the faces of his friends. Living in that apartment with Jackie. Crashing on Henrik's couch after a bad night.

Now he couldn't even remember how he got here. Fragments of memories dangled just out of reach; of a doctor interrogating him, of being dragged down a hallway by someone, of bouncing a ball against the wall. None of those memories felt like they were his own anymore, detached from the context of time.

Then he heard it again.

Remember what I told you, Chase. Imagine there is a door, and that you are a guest.

The constant buzzing migraine behind his eyes bent and shifted, like air pressure dropping. The sensation tugged at his consciousness, like it had so many times before, as it formed words from nothing and spoke to him.

You cannot give up, Chase. There are plans for you.

Chase wanted to respond, but nothing would come. He couldn't stop hearing it, even if he tried.

Imagine there is a door, and you are a guest.

A shuddering breath escaped him, and he ran his hands over his face as if to wipe the aching exhaustion from it. He hadn't spoken in hours, so the words that left his lips were faint and broken.

"Please, just tell me what you want."

A moment of silence. Chase could almost believed he had imagined it. Maybe he was imagining all of this.

The moment you despair, you are dead.

"Perfect," Chase muttered. He was vaguely aware of the soft snicker of the camera pivoting toward him. "Anything would be better than this."

Think, Chase. You know what's going on here, don't you?

A laugh, though it was joyless and defeated. "I keep saying I don't, but no one believes me."

The answer is inside you. You know the enemy that is hunting you. You knew that all this would happen eventually.

"I don't know why this is happening," Chase persisted, barely above a whisper, and his voice broke. "I don't know why anyone would do this to me. I haven't done anything."

It's true, you know very little. I do not think you would recognize your enemy now, if you saw him. Even monsters reach a breaking point.

Chase sat up from the bed, every muscle sore and screaming in protest. All he wanted was to sleep. To close his eyes, and wake up in a small apartment with the AC running and the sound of cars outside, and to look in a mirror and see himself smile.

Tears stung his eyes. "I just want to be left alone," he whispered.

I am the only one who will hear you now, Chase. Though the voice was always distant and fragmented, Chase suddenly heard a tone of urgency that felt chillingly human. He no longer hunts for sport. Whatever he plans to do next, even he will not enjoy it. He is bent on rending this world apart, and his teeth have sunk into you.

Chase brought his knees up to his chest, his eyes finding a tile on the floor in distant emptiness. "I don't understand why he chose me."

You are not like the other parasites that walk this earth. The abilities you hold lure him to madness. He cannot resist tormenting you because you are able to perceive all that he is capable of.

Tears stung Chase's eyes, but they didn't fall. "I don't have abilities," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm no one."

And yet, here you are.

Chase shut his eyes, as if to block out the roaring in his ears, the glare of the camera in the corner. "The t-things he shows me..."

I know.

"No! You don't," Chase snapped, and his heart jumped in his chest as his own voice cut through the crushing silence before he could stop it. For a moment he could only listen to the dull buzz of the echo, a hot tear finally tracking down his cheek. "You don't know. No one fucking knows. A-and who are you anyway? Are you here to torment me too?"

There was a time where you knew me. But he has forced me to become something new. Or, rather... something old. I am something that should have died long ago, now.

Chase brought his fist down on the bed next to him, his knuckles throbbing as they collided with the metal frame. "No more fucking riddles!" he seethed.

You don't need to worry with who I am anymore. I have held the souls of countless before you, though they did not know me. I decided long ago that your soul is mine, too. You will die when I wish, but for now you must live.

Chase's breath heaved, another tear falling before he could stop it. The room around him began to smear and bend into unrecognizable shapes past the tears in his eyes, and the pounding in his head. Panic like a cornered animal was throbbing in his chest. He wanted to scream to the voice to just fuck off, to leave him alone, to get him out of here.

As the enemy is evolving, so must I. And so must you, Chase. Don't fight what you can do, it is a part of you and always has been. But without me, you will die.

"I don't want you."

Imagine there is a door, and you are a guest.

"P-Please just let me die here."

Chase waited for a response, and as soon as reality had begun to change it grew very still. For what seemed like minutes, there was no reply at all. The silence was absolute, the unchanging four walls as small as ever. And then he heard it again.

Careful what you wish for, Chase. There are far worse things than voices in your head.

#jacksepticeye #jse #jacksepticeye egos #chase brody #???#antisepticeye

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so what’s the deal with your new blorbo? assume 1. i know how football works (used to actually watch) but not how/why some players get famous; (2) i know nothing about messi except that he. exist; (3) feel free to go bananas to your heart’s content if you decide to answer this.

fuuuuUUUUUUUQ ME. Can litchrally any Argentinian, any FC Barcelona supporter, ANYONE who has followed fuutyball for more than *checks watch* TWO WEEKS spot me for this one?!?! I am GROSSLY underqualified to answer this question Cunningham's law is about to hunt me for SPORT.

Okay. LIONEL MESSI. I can't summarize everything about this Guy who is currently one of the Main Characters of the most watched sport in the world, but I CAN summarize how he has started cooking my brain!!!

(that is him!!!! my guy!!!! HIM JUMP)

I have been trying to read a book with @rhaeneystargaryen for at least a couple years now, but somehow never had the spoons or the right overlapping interest. And then she told me that she was reading this:

I figured I would give it a try! I wanted something low effort, low investment, something I didn't care a whole lot about that I could put down at any moment bc work has been hell lately. And then I hit THIS line in the introduction, and I could literally FEEL the cursed hyperfixation key in my brain start to turn:

GUESS WHICH ONE IS MESSI!!!!!

I'm not a twitter stan, I swear. I am AWARE there is a media layer here. These people are real, actual human beings with documented flaws and mistakes, I am WELL AWARE that they are ungodly wealthy pro athletes and not "stars who are just like us!!! ✨✨✨." It's also obviously reductive and unfair to view anyone solely through a comparative lens - no living being could live up to the marketing hype that has been generated around Messi, Ronaldo, or indeed any pro athlete in the elite leagues.

BUT GOTDAM IF THIS FUCKER DOESN'T MAKE IT HARD!!!!

Bare bones: Lionel Messi is a football player born in Rosario, Argentina, who at 13yo moved to Spain to play for FC Barcelona. He joined the adult team at a whole ass 17 years old. Ensue absolutely RIDICULOUS teen prodigy meteoric rise, with both Messi and Barcelona winning all the Best Football Awards ever and Best Individual Sports Achievements in Everything. I have spent the last two weeks spending FAR too much time reading football books, and all the gotdam graphs look like this:

People talk about Messi being the player who made them fall in love with "the most beautiful game," and I can SEE WHY!!! HERE I AM!!!! A CLOWN!!! ALSO FALLING IN LOVE!!!! I am googling sports highlight reels of his plays like a CHAD FOOTY HOOLIGAN!! WHO AM I, I AM HAVING AN IDENTITY CRISIS. It is just so much fun to WATCH him! Listening to commentators screaming "Eight, ten, IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY DEFENDERS THERE HE GOES THROUGH THEM!!! MESSI GOAAAALLLLL"

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What makes it WORSE is the whole fukken rivalry business the book was about. Cristiano Ronaldo was another super-gifted player who debuted at about the same time and had a similar prodigy teen genius rise. He signed for a rival club in the same league at the same time Messi was playing with Barcelona. The story reads like a gotdam Hollywood sports drama, on both an individual and a team level!! I cannot IMAGINE what it was like watching this unfold as it was happening!

For starters: on an individual level, they were constantly thrown up against each other for every award imaginable. The Ballon d'Or awards list, which crowns you King of Soccer for the year, has looked like this since 2008:

(there is obviously talk that Messi is up for an EIGHTH award this year, but I don't think about the future bc it is bad for my cooked brain 😊)

On a team level, there was (and IS) of course the clubs. I am ABSOLUTELY not qualified to get into the weeds on this, but the rivalry between Barcelona and Real Madrid has deep, deep political, historical, and cultural roots going back (among other things) to Catalonian oppression under the fascist Franco regime in Spain. Josep Suñol, then-president of FC Barcelona, was shot in 1936 by Francoist troops.The matches between the two clubs and the two players with their drastically different teams and styles at the time were super-charged - an ACTUAL QUALIFIED Barcelona supporter is going to have to get in here and explain the history and emotion behind the Clasicos bc THAT IS SEVERAL BOOKS IN AND OF ITSELF!!!!!

The whole point of THIS particular book was not, in fact, a blow-by-blow comparison of the players. The point was that by being WHO they were and WHEN they were, Messi and Ronaldo changed the shape of the game forever in terms of marketing, branding, team strategy, finances, etc etc etc. It's an interesting read (if not entirely unbiased on all points), if you enjoy the absolute blood and oil-soaked clown show that is professional football money!

But ANYWAY.

AFTER I finished the book Messi ended up cooking my brain bc (1) all of the context above re: rivalry in league football, and (2) his PERSONALITY. Someone made him in a lab to ruin my life!

I mean, the club loyalty gets me. For his entire professional career, Messi has played for exactly two teams - Barcelona and his homeland Argentina NT. He only left Barcelona in 2021, VERY much against his will (per him, his agent, his friends, his family, AND FC Barcelona) due to an absolute hot mess of a league financial situation that is apparently still sorting itself out. I don't know how common it is for pro athletes at his level to move around, but I feel like it's more common than that!!! THE CLUB LOYALTY gets me, the HOME LOYALTY gets me!!!! Especially as he's gotten better and better, and there's been more and more pressure on him to keep delivering even in the absence of anything else!

The gotdam STOICISM also gets me!!! Call it shyness, call it humility, call it down-to-earthness or reservedness or whatever you want - what everyone kept mentioning about him in the books (and what certain French marketing departments are still probably saying about him) is how QUIET he is. Journalists would complain about how he "made it to age 30 without ever uttering an interesting sentence in public." A Nike exec who lost a bid with his agent for a sponsorship waved it off by saying "Imagine how much trouble we would be in if Messi had a personality." Relative to his peers in the elite football world, he doesn't have a flash lifestyle with a huge entourage. He doesn't do a lot of press. He doesn't try to push a personal brand, even though it's a big chunk of income for wherever he plays. Even though he obviously COULD, he doesn't go around talking about Greatest Of All Time (TM). When he DOES give interviews he doesn't even talk super loudly. He keeps to his immediate family and his closest circle of friends.

AND YET. AND YET. ON THE PITCH, HE PLAYS LIKE HE DOES. He creates not just for himself, but for his TEAMMATES the way that he does! I realize that NO ONE gets an award for being a team player in a team sport, or for "not being as much of a dick as you could have been," but HE STILL HAS HIS HOMETOWN ACCENT!!! He dedicates his goals to his GRANDMOTHER! He met his wife when he was FIVE YEARS OLD, he has never had a relationship with anyone else ("It has always been Antonella, for me"), he has three beautiful kids, his teammates keep apparently falling in love with him and doing Intricate Rituals, I AM ENDEARED I AM ENDLESSLY ENDEARED

Did I mention he is also very short? Allow me to mention that. 5"7 / 1.7 meters in pro-athlete world is PICK-UPABLE SIZE. Multiple reels out there of his teammates celebrating goals just by PICKING HIM UP it MAKES ME SO FOND

(on an Intricate Rituals note, Messi's size and his evasive style of play has caused a lot of opposing team's strategy to be "make a cage, kick him as soon as you can and tackle often," which has in turn prompted a lot of specific protection strategies for him as a forward and also over-protective teammates :)))). WHICH OF COURSE COOKS MY BRAIN EVEN MORE YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.)

And that isn't even STARTING on his saga with the Argentina NT, which reads like YET ANOTHER HOLLYWOOD SPORT DRAMA that I cannot believe actually happened!

Again, I am begging ANY Argentine to jump in here, I AM GROSSLY IGNORANT as to the history of this sport I got here two whole weeks ago how is this HAPPENING to meeeeeeee

My very basic understanding of the situation is that Messi has played for the national team ever since 2004, whenever he was on break from Barcelona. Over the years since then, Argentina (with Messi) has tried again and again to win the World Cup (and the Copa America), but consistently failed despite regularly advancing to finals. BECAUSE Messi was on the team, Argentina routinely and perhaps unfairly got billed as "favorites" to win, with criticism in the press being focused disproportionately on Messi when they didn't. I don't know how bad the situation in Argentinian media got, but even the western English outlets were picking it up. "Messi plays better for Barcelona than for his home country, Messi isn't Argentinian enough, Messi keeps too much to himself and doesn't sing the anthem,etc etc etc". Maradona famously commented that Messi was "a great person, but had no personality," and that it was useless to try to make a leader out of him because he caved under pressure (referring to Messi reportedly being sick from nerves before the world cup games).

(note: gotdam rivalry. Of the people named who would be better and more stylish leaders, Cristiano Ronaldo was up top )

The pressure DID get to Messi in the end - he issued a statement in 2016 saying he would retire from international football, but there was a huge home campaign to get him to come back to the team. Argentina still didn't win the 2018 World Cup (players of opposing teams said that their strategy against Argentina was not letting them pass to Messi). And so on, and so forth.

AND THEN!!!!! 2021!!!!!

I THINK I HAVE POSTED FAR TOO MUCH ALREADY about the current Argentina NT for someone who, as I said, JUST ARRIVED AT THIS GOTDAM SPORT, but I'm going to make everyone look at these quotes again. These are quotes the team has given ABOUT MESSI HOW IS THIS REAL????

Argentina would go on to win the Copa America - and then...well 🥰

I DON'T KNOW IF I'VE EXPLAINED THIS ADEQUATELY!!! I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE SUFFICIENTLY REPRESENTED THE DEGREE TO WHICH MY BRAIN IS COOKED!!! Did that mean anything to anyone???? I don't know!

HELL

#my posts #football #lm10 #i am WELL aware this is extremely embarrassing #i give you my solemn word i am not going to become a twitter stan #but also it is BIZARRE to read books about either him OR ronaldo or them BOTH that were written before the world cup #sports journalists who do longform about Messi had this way of writing about him like he was already dead #like this wasn't a real live human being who is going to show up in gotdam Ligue 1 Uber Eats next week #actually you know what it makes me even MORE nervous that he's still out there playing sportsball #it FEELS LIKE there was this perfect cathartic triumph to the episode but you look at the buffer bar #and there is way too much time left for something ELSE bad to happen #lm10 will be a free agent come june 2021 WHERE WILL YOU GO WHAT ARE U GONNA DO.#this was the literal worst decision of my life i hate sports #@Gallifreyburning i know i owe you a volley i SWEAR i am working on it #did I just say 2021 I meant 2023 this is what I MEANNNNNN

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We got robbed at gunpoint over the weekend.

First time in almost 9 years of our operation that this has happened. When I saw the names of the suspects, I thought, “I know these guys” Not personally, but I am familiar with both.

I haven’t slept in almost 42 hours. I keep replaying it in my mind with different scenarios. If I go to sleep, those scenarios just will play themselves out in my subconscious. I may go a second day without sleep. I haven’t decided yet.

I KNOW this is not healthy. But my work family is my extended family. And they were in danger. AND I WAS ON A BREAK AND HAD NO CLUE WHAT WAS GOING ON UNTIL IT HAD HAPPENED. I feel like I let them down. My adrenaline from the situation hasn’t faded. If I had beenin there with them and not on a break when it happened, I might have closure.

I know I couldn’t have prevented the situation. But I would have been there with them. And I could have taken the hit (robbery) out of my drawer as a manager easier than it was for her as someone who is a casino attendant.I KNOW it’s’s not my fault (don’t go all Good Will Hunting on me with “it’s not your fault; I KNOW it is not but I am still allowed to feel bad that I wasn’t there for them when they needed me because I wasn’t informed until it was over).

Detectives wanted us to stick around for interviews. After crying on the shoulder of the one I felt I let down the most, they called my name and I said no. When I turned at my name, one detective said “Are you okay” as tears were streaming down my face. I said, “We were just robbed at gunpoint. You tell me if I am supposed to be okay.”

Another manager came in and I filled him in and he mentioned the HOURS of overtime I could have been getting, but I said “but then I would be drinking on the job and that would be bad.” And he said “If you are about to be interviewed by a detective, why are you drinking?”

“Because we were robbed at gunpoint this morning and we all agreed we needed a stiff one after that.”

We coped. We made jokes. We laughed together to keep from sobbing together. We were scared. I am still scared. I told one bos that I would not be getting any sleep and he took that to mean I was calling off and said “we’ll figure something out.” I had to reiterate that I would indeed be showing up to work, but that I would be emotional. I recognize the two who pulled guns on my extended work family.

They said that if we called the cops they would come back and shoot us all. I didn’t know that until AFTER I had called 911 to report the robbery. After another employee (he didn’t know the threat either) and I both called 911, deputies were EVERYWHERE. We went into lockdown mode. We chained and padlocked the doors shut (I was the one to do that, knowing that it might mean I would be the one to die if they did come back since deputies were already all over the place looking for them).

But the worse part was not being there for my extended family at work. If you know, you know. And ifyou don’t know, now you know.If you don’t see your coworkers,even the ones you don’t like, as extended family (who agrees with their uncle on everything?), you are in the wrong job. The fact that I wasn’t there for them hurts me.

I know it’s not my fault. Don’t you DARE tell me there is nothing I could have done. I know it’s not on me that I didn’t know what was happening. But I am still allowed to feel bad that I wasn’t there to take one for the team. My drawer would have gotten them a lot less money. Even if they knew about my second separate drawer with back up cash. I would have given them that too, if they mentioned it. They still would have gotten a lot of money, but not as much as they got.

One shot at a cop. He hit the cop’s car door and not the deputy. Thank goodness.

But my mom looked up an article and I saw the names and I immediately thought , “I know exactly who they are.” They were regular sports bettors. So apparently while they were placing sports bets (which they did do), they were also casing the joint. They put my extended family’s lives on the line for maybe a year and a half of salary at my pay grade. That will cost them both decades in prison. That pisses me off and puts me in a LONG line of people who want to be let into the jail to kick their asses. I am not a violent person. But they put the LIVES OF MY EXTENDED FAMILY on the line. And the fact that one of them shot at a cop proves he was willing to use that power.

Nothing pisses me off more than some coward, who is only a man if he has a gun to back him up,thinking it makes him a man. . I have no gun. If I had one, I would not be allowed to carry one at work.

But there is a LOT of discussion going around about how to to prevent this in the future. In almost nine years of being open, this is the first time we were successfully robbed. And while some ideas I agree with and some I do not, I welcome ALL ideas. The trouble is that I am the security department manager, and the security department consists of ONE security guard, and while he CAN look intimidating when he needs to, he is a eddy bear.

And he was off the day we got robbed.

But I am done waiting for detectives for hours. after work. They made me wait for four and a half hours and then called it off because I was emotional because I almost lost some of my extended family If they want to interview me, I welcome it. But come in while I am on the clock. I am tired of working wrounf their schedule and getting no sleep as a result. I gave them my schedule. If they don’t come in, that’s on them. I waited 4½ hours after they arrived (6½ hours after the robbery) to talk to someone. At that point I was too upset and how everything was handled. I told the detective off and left.

They can interview me on MY schedule or not interview me at all. I played by their schedule and it messed me up sleepwise.

#casino robbery

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notherefortheanonhate · 10 months

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I, an uneducated idiot, am going to give my opinion in cetacean captivity, specifically regarding orcas. Specifically specifically regarding SeaWorld.

It's bad that it happened. It's bad that it ever happened in the first place, and when I get to hell I am going to hunt Ted Griffiths for sport for getting the whole thing off the ground.

(more under the cut because this is getting long)

I don't like the commercialisation of SeaWorld. Surely they can study the orcas without making them do tricks for large audiences.

"But Lauren, they stopped doing that!"

Yes, because the public outcry made them stop. They are a for profit company. They did not stop any of this on their own. They did not stop capturing orcas because they felt bad or realized it was wrong. They did not stop breeding orcas because they felt bad or realized it was wrong. I am not anti-zoo, or anti-conservstion. I am strongly anti-capitalist though, and I think SeaWorld as an amusement park needs a whole lot of side eye.

"So Lauren, you think the orcas should go back in the ocean, right?"

Honestly, I don't know. I am just an uneducated idiot, and I wouldn't presume to tell people what to do about it when they might know more than me. Also, historically, I'm going to be honest that it doesn't work well. We did Keiko dirty.

In a perfect world, I would call for wildlife rehabilitation facilities; huge, enormous ones, where all the whales that are family (really, truly family, so mothers would be reunited with their children first and foremost and then we go from there) in captivity could be reunited in sea pools, near enough where wild orcas (of their specific grouping/language) can call to them and they can call back while humans teach them the skills they need to survive in the wild, then release them. This scenario also relies on thriving fish/mammal stocks, which uh. Hmm. An issue for another time, but like I said, this is my idea for a Perfect World. In a perfect world, the other pods would snap up their old and new members easily. We know from Keiko that it is not entirely likely to happen. I also wonder if the captive orcas have their own kind of language borne from different pods being forced together, or at the very least if the younger ones do. The pods of their grandparents might be confused by them, at the very least!

"Lauren, that's not a solution. That's a pipe dream."

Yeah. Kind of. Honestly, it doesn't seem like there's any way to right a lot of these wrongs. It seems that it's a damned if you do, damned if you don't kind of thing; we don't want the whales left in stagnant pools of glass and concrete; if nothing else, they don't have the room they're used to as migratory animals, and they don't have the ecosystem to interact with. We can't release them, they don't know how to be a wild animal anymore. And we aren't kind enough to the natural world to let them figure it out as they go along because they have lost the time they would have otherwise spent learning those skills.

"But Lauren, we know so much more about them now!"

I mean, I guess? Like I said, I am suspicious of the conservation efforts of teaching them tricks for our amusement, and how the captive breeding program that SeaWorld was running seemed to be more for SeaWorld's benefit than for bringing more orcas into our seas. I also don't know how much we can learn if the variable of captivity is there. Does this orca prefer fish because it was from a resident pod, or because they were primarily fed fish by their humans? If they were originally from a transient pod, was the transition to a fish-based diet difficult for them? Would it be difficult to go back? It seems so individual that we cannot possibly know.

BUT I acknowledge your point. Would we have cared to learn as much about them if we didn't have this experience? This capitalist push behind them? I don't think we actually would have. Look at sharks. They have less than 150 marine biologists dedicated to them right now, counting post grad students if I remember that YouTube video essay correctly. We wouldn't know to love orcas if we hadn't done this; hell, they might have been treated like the Great White Shark! It's good that we love orcas and we care about them! It means that we might make better efforts regarding the Chinook Salmon that the Southern Pacific Resident pod thrives on, or reducing pollution, or any number of things. I can't say what knowledge we have lost or gained because of specific actions. Again, it seems so variable that I cannot say. How many marine biologists today were taken to SeaWorld as a child? That seems quantifiable, but how many people didn't go into marine biology as adults because their experience wasn't as good; the weather was bad, their parents fought, the whales weren't performing as well as they did some other day? That the experience was coloured in some way in their perception, pushing them from the field? That's less quantifiable.

So that's my opinion on it. It's not good, and quite honestly it shouldn't have come this far in the first place. But there's really not much we can do about it now, except maybe letting them die with their loved ones.

#cetacean captivity #controversy #orcas #killer whales #discourse #look im really not trying to start anything im just giving my opinion

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I’d like to know about the Management and Roy being against them! In the Roylore, are they responsible for the events of the DHMIS show?

It's that obvious, eh? 😂

TL;DR: Yes! And we’re not free of their influence just yet.

Before I can get into the Management, I should probably explain what Edutainment means in the context of the Roylore, though.

Of course, I trust you know what edutainment is in the context of the world we live in, but that is irrelevant. See, the Roylore consists of many branches which alter the way the universe functions (something something there are many worlds and I am not qualified to talk about quantum physics), and this particular one relates to the teachers, or more specifically, whether they are man-made or a naturally occuring phenomenon. If they are naturally occuring then there's not really much to discuss, the world just happens to be populated by sentient objects with a penchant for breaking and entering. However, if they are man-made, then obviously someone had to, y'know, make them - and that's what Edutainers do. An Edutainer is a person with the somewhat supernatural ability to bring objects to life. So, you know… Roy. But he's not the only one. He is... not the only one.

While it is perfectly possible for an Edutainer to gain complete control over this ability leading to little to no accidents and with increased authority over the teachers - who may not be outright and actively malicious but are nonetheless dangerous as sentient beings with borderline reality warping capabilities and a singular goal drive (it takes a while before a teacher develops a separate personality disconnected from their given subject) - it generally requires years of practice and proper training, preferably by someone with experience in the field. This leads to another branch split - does Roy receive proper guidance on how not to create a small army of uncontrollable creatures hell-bent on spreading the truths of the universe via song? Since we're talking about the Management, the answer is no.

So, picture this. A young, confused Roy has just found out he possesses the one-in-a-million ability to create life from absolute nothing, and he found this out when he accidentally dropped a locker on a classmate who was bothering him (the anti-bullying lesson of a lifetime, let me tell you that much), had a clock staring at him for an entire lesson, and got almost gutted and anatomically rearranged by a pair of scissors and a spool of thread (both promptly… disposed of), which was a less than ideal day for him to say the least. Now, in the Regular timeline of the Roylore, this would be the moment where his alarmed parents hire someone to help, but he doesn't live with his parents and it's instead the moment where he seeks help from a company which specialises in public entertainment and, let's say, private education through less than conventional means, unwittingly signing away the rights to all of his life's work and creations. And that's fine, okay? Sure, he's not happy about it once he gets acclimated to the whole thing, but he can deal with it. He doesn't know what happens on set, he's there for the prop work. Except would you look at that, that bit about signing away his rights also includes any and all potential offspring - this is why you always ought to read the small print.

If it's not clear by now, Roy can get very protective over his family, and separating him from his kid is certainly one way to ensure you will be hunted for sport. So, when that's what the Management decides to do, all company rules are out the window as far as Roy's concerned, and by god, actually seeing what's happening on set makes him want to break them so bad. And so he starts sabotaging the Management. Appearing on set, switching things… teachers… up when nobody's looking, making the lessons deviate from the script. And you know he's not the only one working there, he's not the only one with children, he's got a good few people on his side, too. But they’re too afraid to act, you know? The Management has a lot more power over the people involved than you might imagine. But Roy is willing to risk it. Of course the Management doesn't like that, he's ruining their whole operation. They can't have that. And you'd think, well, why don't they just let him go, then - but they're not that smart, and they're not that stupid. They can't let him set up a precedent for this type of behaviour but they can't publicly execute him either (even if they really wish to, to, you know, get their point across... not yet), do you know how much legal nonsense they would have to deal with afterwards? Not to mention the fact they really do need him for the job. The job he is actively refusing to do their way, mind you, but still, until they can find a new replacement... well. No, they have to deal with him personally, and they have their ways to achieve that. Even if it includes letting him on set. Even if it includes setting up unfortunate workplace accidents. Anyway yeah, this company is actively breaking HSE guidelines. But nobody has to know that!

And sure, their threats work well enough, he has to be more careful, manages to get in their way less and less, but before they can remove him completely, Roy's interference actually, surprisingly, leads to a collateral success. Someone escapes. Granted, it's not the one he was hoping for, but it means he's doing something right. Someone whose unwitting involvement lead to the chain reaction removal of yet another one - the Management doesn't work their asses off to keep the students unaware of the outside world for anyone to clue them in like that. So you can imagine he was rightfully fucking miffed when a familiar face showed up as a fresh hire for the company. That's right, it's Redmond Guy himself. Now, Red Guy is not particularly inclined to trust Roy over his employers, and he's not aware what the Management does, but god did he miss things actually happening in his life.

And you can tell where this is going, can't you? That all this lead to the ending of 6? That they escape?

But they don’t.

Roy's job isn't done.

The cycle is vicious,

and they are under new Management.

#Shut the heck your up mouth Roy #DHMIS #Don't Hug Me I'm Scared #Dont Hug Me Im Scared #Roy Gribbleston #long post #Actually Laptop and the Dream Team from 6 aren't Roy's teachers... they're Red Guy's #Every time I finish typing up the response I wonder what I would have said were the question asked at a different date #You know what's funny - The Management had a 'sequel' called Shock Treatment and neo-DHMIS matches it perfectly - boy I really am a prophet #maybe I should actually really write it sometime!

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15 questions tag

God am I bad at doing these on time. Thanks again to @mariahwritesstuff for the tag. I'm still too nervous to tag anyone, but litterally anyone who sees this-you can just say i tagged you and do it anyway. I'll edit it and add you afterwards if you mention me. I'll be doing Hans from Wildhunters, my latest WIP. 1.Are you named after anyone? "In a sense, I suppose. I have alot of names, and a few of them are definitely monikers passed down from other people."

2.When was the last time you cried? "We admitted someone new to the Hunt awhile ago. A young lad, about fifteen. He enjoyed hunting well enough, but he kept asking when he would get to go home. I had to leave and assign someone else to distracting him-I've never had the heart to explain to someone that they've died. I may only have one eye left, but it cries all right."

3.Do you have kids? "I do, yes. In a figurative sense, I'm often called the father of all. In a more literal sense, I have two boys. One of them died a long time ago, but I suppose Flowery is still around somewhere. I love him, of course-everyone does. But he was never a hunter, so we don't talk much anymore."

4.Do you use sarcasm a lot? "No. Not even once.

5.What’s the first thing you notice about people? "Stance. Specifically, how antsy they look. Certain people stand like they expect everyone around them to draw a knife. Others act so relaxed you could slit their throat without them ever noticing before its too late."

6.What’s your eye color?

"I'm told its sky-blue. I suppose the other one would have been as well, but the colors probably faded after being cut out so long."

7.Scary movies or happy endings? "Scary movies with happy endings."

8.Any special talents? "I'm far better at changing my shape then Gauden or Hellekin, or most of the other Hunters, really. I'm also quite the poet."

9.Where were you born? "In the second-tallest mountain, in the fourth cave to ever exist."

10.What are your hobbies? "Hunting. I know its a bit of an obvious answer, but its the truth-I've always loved battle in general, really. The feeling of an army at your back all united in vanquishing a foe is glorious."

11.Have you any pets? "Hugs and Muns are my favorites, of course, but I have other ravens besides. And yes, they are ravens, not crows, not rooks, not blackbirds-those aren't even corvids, for crying out loud."

12.What sports do you play/have played? "Hunting. Ask an obvious question, get an obvious answer. I did try an archery contest-of sorts-once, but that ended up with a dead man and the entire world weeping. I stick to general hunting now."

13.How tall are you? "Depends how much I want to tower over anyone nearby, or whether I want to be unthreatening." 14.Favorite subject in school? "I'm afraid I'm self-taught. I did try attending school once, but they hadn't even figured out Recursive Sacrifice yet. They didn't have much to teach me. They did have some good poetry, though, so I suppose that was my favorite"

15.Dream job?

"...Give me a moment. This is a...difficult question." "..Being the Huntsmaster, even a third of the time, was definitely not what I planned to do with my existence, but neither was my old position-it just sort of happened. In truth? I'd like to simply be able to wander the world again, not hunting for beasts, but for knowledge and nothing more. Not quite a job, but it is my dream."

#Wildhunters #writeblr tag games

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hi hazel! your post on max v made me curious, why do you think the media (and i’ve noticed also the fan base) use max as a way to endorse the bad things you mentioned like child abuse and racism? i feel like he’s not the only driver whos made some pretty public errors but he always seems to be the one getting that narrative. it’s something i wasn’t able to really articulate before i saw your post and i’m interested to know what u think since you interact with the drivers!

ultimately it comes down to Jos, I think. would racist gammons who want to say Lewis isn't a manly man be like that about Lando? absolutely not. but they also wouldn't be like that about Valtteri or Daniel, so why are they about Max?

the difference with Max is that all too often he put into the role of a vanity object for his father's ambition and the media enthusiastically participate in this. from the leading questions about how his father made him to the strange thinkpieces that reinforce that, there's a genuinely strange worship

some of it is Red Bull but there's a substantial amount of PR around Jos that's around Max and it's, bluntly, weird. you don't hear about Keke with Nico, say - and Keke actually was a world champion whereas Jos is most famous for being a bit of a mediocre dickhead and uh, a violent criminal.

the reality is there are a lot of people who are fans of F1, who even work in or find F1 aspirational because of a particular sort of conservative, closed values that some people in it used to endorse. the paddock used to be a safe space for horrible views about women, people of colour, LGBTQ+ people, anything really - and that's nothing to do with the sport but it is to do with the way it's so exclusive, closed and why (some) people want to keep it that way.

those people are losing, the old guard being swept away by first Bernie's exit then a worldwide plague that's provided the perfect moment to revise access. but they cling to symbols of how they perceive they could fit into a sport they think they should possess - and so where Max, via Jos, can be marketed that way it resonates strongly with a certain crowd who are craving any way to reinforce their own perceptions of tell themselves they're right.

obviously, they're wrong and it's interesting to see the tide turn. the projection onto some nerd who plays fucking Pokemon is similar to the mistaken way people hold James Hunt up as some sort of godawful Nigel Farage-style figure when he was very much the opposite, a hippie not a bigot.

David Coulthard is a particularly interesting study in this. the way he talks about Max is honestly quite disturbing - and extremely focussed on Jos, who Coulthard knew from his own racing days. do I think DC is actually a horrible person? no, I think he is performatively skeevy sometimes and a showoff to the wrong crowd because it was who he was taught to impress when he turned up as the hot young thing in 1994. outside an F1 context he seems like quite a radically different person. but within it there seems to be layers of behaviour that speak to this sort of clubhouse mentality.

would it be nice if Max actually challenged those views and people who project them onto him? yes. but like all of them he is a people pleaser and I think the confusing experience of not wanting to alienate a fanbase you don't really enjoy having in the first place (Max is quite shy) is not an excuse to not be better but it is sort of a diagram that shows how that tangle becomes a tether.

anyway, it's fucked up and I am glad there is at least some change happening.

#f1 asks

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joyfulhopelox · 3 years

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"I've never cried over a broken dryer before"- "and you better not start now"

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Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: got nothing to say for myself really, just listened to a song, the idea hit me and i haven't written anything non science related in a decade so i gave it another go....that being said i realised i am awful at emotions lol. Side note i am from the UK so if some things seem off i apologise

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (College!AU/ University!AU)

Warnings: ? mentions of skin? terrible fluff and flirting attempts

Word count: idk, it would not stop ~4k

A bop. A bop and some alcohol. That is all you needed after a long tiring week of studying for finals and cramming for your practical assessments. This week had been the last week of exam season and you were more than grateful that it had ended. You did not particularly care about how you’ve done on the assessments. That was not your present self’s problem, that was something for future you to worry about. Presently you just wanted to take a nap and head out with your girlfriends on a night out to just dance and drink all the stress away.

You weren’t a drinker, not by a long shot. You barely touched alcohol once or twice a month, and that happened mainly when you would have a get together with your friends. It was hard not to get sucked in when everything around you was so loud and chaotic it made you want to be part of the chaos not just an observer. You’ve done the whole ‘being sober whilst your friends got drunk’ and you swore to yourself it would never happen again. Funny how nights out looked disgusting and cliche when you were actually awake to witness them. From the group who ended up dancing on the tables, to the group who dispersed to hunt for one night stands, to the group who decided to pass out at the bar or in the toilets and then you, the sober one left to pick everyone up and send them back home safely and make sure than no one got into a fight. You sometimes wondered how the hell you got home alright when you ended up actually drinking on these nights out as none of your friends seemed willing to stay sober and watch over you. For once, you were not going to question your luck and just roll with it.

Before you settled for a nap though you knew you had to go downstairs to do your washing. Being a student during exam season meant you were surviving on microwavable food, lots of caffeine, sugar in all sorts of forms and that your tiny dorm room looked as if a hurricane has passed through it with dirty clothes all over the place and bedding that has been left unwashed for at least 2 weeks. You felt disgusting and unfortunately the neat freak in you kicked in, unsuppressed anymore by your pre-exam anxiety. With a sigh you started undoing your bedsheets and stashing them in a basket along with other bits and pieces of clothes. Making sure that you got your laundry detergent and your key card you started lugging the basket out of your room praying to the Gods that the lift was not broken.

Living on the 8th floor had its perks, but not when you were in a sleep deprived hurry. All you could do is check the numbers going down to the lower ground hoping that the lift would not stop at any other floor. But of course your luck would run out, on 3rd floor the lift slowed down and stopped, making you release an angry huff. ‘Of course it would’ you muttered to yourself as the doors opened only to reveal a tall men impatiently tapping his foot. Huffing he too got into the elevator making you aware of his stature. He may have not been as tall as some of the men you’ve seen but he was clearly working out as his muscles made him look way broader than his stature permitted. A gym rat, you rolled your eyes and tried to move the laundry bag and yourself into the corner, the space feeling too cramped for your liking. The dragging sound of the bag made the person turn around and give you a curious glance which you dismissed quickly. You weren’t interested in conversing with strangers on a normal basis let alone a gym rat. Nothing against them, you just had nothing in common and your tired brain did not want to make up a polite small talk.

‘Lower ground?’ the person asked you, surprisingly the voice was soft and clear, something you had not expected of him. It made you glance at him, ‘yeah’ you nodded after composing yourself. The person nodded making their long bangs fall into their eyes which prompted the next two surprises for you; in an attempt to settle his bangs out of his face he not only revealed a muscular defined arm which you’d have to admit was kind of attractive- you’d have to be blind not to notice, but also an array of random tattoos all over his arm and hand. The other surprise hit you a moment later after you realised you’ve been staring at him for a second too long and you sniffed and turned your face away. The smell of alcohol was coming off of him strongly as if he’s been drinking for a few days straight and his pores exuded it. It took you all you had to not cough. Frat boy, gym rat- this guy was ticking all the ‘no no’ boxes and so regardless of how good looking he was he did not deserve second thoughts.

Your prayers being answered, you reached lower ground quicker than expected and you prepared yourself to rush out of the lift. However, the clothes basket was heavier than you’d thought so instead of a swift exit like you’ve planned, you closely resembled Santa dragging his toy sack.

‘Would you like some help with that?’ the guy who’d turned around and observed you amusedly as you struggled extended a hand in your direction. You huffed and dropped the basket on the floor and couldn’t help but notice the basket he held in one hand and how the effort made his muscles and veiny arms that much more noticeable. Hot.

‘’S all good thanks’ however, you were not going to accept his help. You just wanted to get these damn clothes in the wash so you could go and nap away the remainder of your post exam stress. The guy held your gaze for a second too long before he raised an eyebrow and looked unconvincingly at your basket and your face, which was red by now you’d presume. Then shrugging he carried on walking towards the laundry room getting further and further out of your view, and you could have sworn there was an extra spring in his step. That fucker.

After monumental efforts you managed to drag everything to the laundry room only to notice that it had been left propped open by an empty bottle. Entering with difficulty you made your way to the closest washer available and dropped the laundry basket on the floor with a relieved sigh. Bending down to start putting your clothes in, you could definitely hear a snicker behind you. Whas that….? Of course it was, you were the only two souls in there. Everyone else was probably either enjoying some much needed sleep or partying the evening away already. Deciding to ignore him you continued to pile your clothes into the machine and soon enough you got distracted so much so that you did not realise you had started humming.

‘Nice voice you got there, but do both of us a favour, leave it for when you’re on your own will you?’ another snicker from behind. Flustered you whipped around, ‘what?’ his gaze on you held a smouldering effect making you feel as if you were pinned down by just its sheer force. His dark eyes, whilst amused, were also narrowed on your form as if commanding you to listen to what he was saying. Your breath hitched and as much as you’d tried to shrug off the feeling and the temptation to not listen to him and turn around, you found yourself unable to. Trying to hold his gaze your eyes wavered for a split second when the tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips to wet the lower one. A gesture so fleeting, done as if by habit, but paired with the intense gaze it had your throat constrict and your instincts had been to follow his moves, your own tongue coming out to lick your own suddenly dry lips.

Had you intended to do this to toy with him? No. Has it worked? Judging by the way his eyes travelled slowly and purposefully down your face towards your lips, you could swear it has. Refusing to give him more vulnerability than that you turned around with tremendous efforts and continued pilling clothes into the washer completely missing the way he stared at your ass that was now on display. Biting his lip he gave you another once over before returning to his own washing.

You couldn’t help to glance his way every time you would turn around to pick up more clothes out of the basket. He was sporting a concentrated face, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles were defined by the effort were making you breathless. However, what made your head spin and your heart to skip too many beats for it to be healthy was what happened next. You blame your bad luck - or good luck- for glancing at him only to catch him grab his shirt and give it a tentative sniff and a shrug. So he knew he reeked, but your snicker turned into a hiccup as soon as he had grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Normally a situation like this wouldn’t phase you, you have seen plenty of men naked. But this one, this one was a special one. His bunny like features, defined nose bridge, jawline and floppy but rugged hair were a complete contrast to his defined jawline and...oh lord….were those six or eight abs??

‘What in the name of abs are you doing?’ sputtering you turned to fully face him. What a mistake. He did the same so now you had a full frontal view, first row, VIP seat to his naked upper body. That was definitely a six abs package. Shrugging, which by lord made everything tense up in ways you did not need to see, he threw the longsleeve into the wash and slammed it shut. All that did not take more than 5 seconds but to you, it seemed like a slowed down eternity in which your eyes got a good view of a muscular anatomy.

‘What, it’s dirty and i’m doing my washing?’ he stated as if it was plain as day and absolutely normal to get naked in the laundry room.’In the name of abs? Should i be calling you a peeping Tom?’ A slow forming smirk that made him look dangerously mischievous made its way onto his face.

‘Pffft, what? I said in the name of gods, what are you on about? Why would I be looking at you, whilst you think it’s perfectly fine to strip in a public place??’ he laughed at your clear distress but chose to not to mention your choice of words. ‘Hardly public is it? There’s just you and i in here’ he rebutted whilst turning around to scan his laundry card onto the machine and pressed start. You scoffed indignantly, ‘what am i chopped liver? I’m not goddamn blind’ you mumbled, not for his ears but instead chose to say out loud, ‘what about the poor souls who will see you in the lift back up? Is that not a public place?’

Unbeknownst to you he had clearly heard your previous statement, his smirk once again widening, so you had actually been looking. Good. Clearing his throat he put on as much of a serious face as he could ‘I think it’s unfair to call them poor, this is not cheap accommodation, if they live here it is clear that they are anything but poor’ he knew what you’d meant by poor, but just the annoyed tick in your eyebrow that appeared at his statement was worth it. Choosing to stay silent instead of taking the bait, you returned to your laundry. Only to curse out loud- you had finished it and upon scouring your belongings haphazardly you realised your card was missing. Vaguely remembering you had only taken your room card you groaned, this was not how you’d intended to spend your afternoon before the party.

Without a second’s notice, a tattooed hand with a card appeared before your eyes and the washing machine burst to life. Indignantly you whipped your head around to look at the owner of said hand, ‘what are you doing?’ only to come face to face with the end of a defined collarbone and jawline. And by all that is saintfully just, the line of his throat was just as attractive as the whole of the man. Being this close to him rendered you absolutely useless, jumbled thoughts ranging from ‘i need to pay him back’ to ‘what is he even doing’ to settle in the end to a single thought which you also voiced out loud without even thinking. ‘Your moles are pretty’. You had managed to get past the expanse of his neck to the outline of his lower lip when you noticed his mole, and to your defense- it was cute, but with the whole package, cute is the last word you had in mind. More like- it added a completeness that you would not think he needed but there it was.

He swallowed thickly, enjoying for a second too long the glazed look you had on your face as you said that. ‘And you have nice eyes’ he retaliates even though this is the first time he’s had a closeup look at them. Bright and sparkly, unknown to the both of you, a mirror of each other’s. Sparkly with a promise of something. Something which would have to wait for….if you had your way, forever, if he had his way- a second. You finally willed your legs to step aside and away from the unclothed man.

‘Uh-thanks’ you never stutter, but something about the heavy and thick air around makes it hard to take controlled breaths. ‘For the washing i mean’ you correct yourself. You will never admit to him out loud that him complimenting your eyes made your heart stumble and your brain freeze. You turned around to escape the situation, completely missing the amused expression on the man’s face. ‘You are welcome’ he extends his hand out walking to your side not missing the way you try to put some distance in between the two of you.

‘I’m Jungkook’ he smiles, a complete 180 from his appearance, his smile was warm and genuine, the type of smile that is reflected not only in his eyes but his whole face. His nose scrunches up too cutely, you think to yourself. He somehow resembles a bunny? Mustering up all the courage and bravery your heart still had, you grasp his hand. Hm, soft, odd for a gym head. You knew what he was asking for, but you would not give it to him. As cute as he is, you still tried to tell yourself you were unimpressed. ‘And i’m a poor soul who lives in this block of flats’ you mutter ‘i will pay you back for the washing’.

As soon as you reached your tiny cramped room and settled down for that nap you’ve been craving, you could not help but replay the last words he said to you, sounding way too smug for his own good. ‘Is that you telling me to put a shirt on for your sake?’

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