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arkhammaid · 2 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS.

fandom. formula one

pairing. max verstappen x snowboarder fem!reader (fc: zoi sadowski-synnott)

about. y/n l/n, olympic gold medalist, goes viral after her unusal win. her boyfriend silently cheers from the sidelines

content warnings. social media au, not edited/proofread

notes. i vaguely remember seeing the headlines (years ago) of a teen snowboarder oversleeping because he was watching netflix the night before the race LMAO. so this is kinda the inspiration for that

SKYSPORTS

liked by maxverstappen1, yourusername, redbull and 3'370'884 others

skysports Gold Medalist @/yourusername had a rough morning during the Winter Olympics, she overslept thanks to a late game night binge with her boyfriend. Yet despite also forgetting her coat, she takes the win by storm, all while flueled by three Red Bull's she had as breakfast.

"When me and my boyfriend sim race, we totally forget the time. It's his passion and I like to challenge him in something he thinks he's best in. I think it was 3am when I finally went to bed, luckily I found a some cans of Red Bull. You can also thank my boyfriend for that, he drinks that sh*t as if it's water."

Y/n takes the whole incident with stride, jokingly saying that she will have to repeat this routine if she wants to win gold the next time.

user SIM RACING WITH HER BOYFRIEND???

⤷ user don't know if we should thank him or not

⤷ user you'll probably never be able to thank him, y/n and her bf have been together for years now but she never revealed who it is

⤷ user does she even have a boyfriend??

⤷ user check her insta, she's been posting the same man for a long time now

user SHE'S SO FUCKING UNSERIOUS I LOVE THAT

user she's literally the definition of genz

user i don't care what anyone else says, this right here is queen shit behavior

⤷ user i crown thee, y/n l/n, to the queen of whatever this whole mess is

redbull See! Red Bull gives you wings, we take no longer any criticsm

⤷ user you better sign her up

⤷ user imagine she actually lands a red bull sponsorship just because of this

yourusername lol, that was fun

⤷ user LOL???

⤷ user i can't do this anymore 😭😭

maxverstappen1 👏👏

⤷ user MAX?!

⤷ user game recognizes game fr

user i don't know what's better. the camera catching her downing her third red bull right before the race or her cursing after she won

⤷ user meme of the year fr

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername happy to announce that i'm flying with @/redbull now! if one red bull doesn't work, try three. i won gold with it 😉

user SHE DID IT!!! Y/N NATION WE WON!!!

⤷ user now only the x games left

user can't wait for the insane promo shots

⤷ user bet she will do tricks from a cliff, right after drinking four red bulls

⤷ user straight from the skilift is my bet

redbull Proof that Red Bull gives you wings! Welcome to the family y/n ❤️💙

⤷ yourusername ❤️💙

user ahh the bigs smile makes me so happy, she deserves it

maxverstappen1 Welcome to the winners

⤷ yourusername thank you champ, i'll enjoy my stay!

user MAX LIKED AND COMMENTED

⤷ user MAXY/N NATION WE WON TODAY‼️‼️

⤷ user can we not pls... she has a bf

mathilde_gremaud welcome to the team y/n, so happy to see you here!!

⤷ yourusername thank you 😚

user i love red bull athletes welcoming newcomers

⤷ user a big family fr

⤷ user big and batshit crazy

⤷ user never said they're not lol

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername the moment this trophy comes in our home i will throw it off the balcony. how dare you not kiss ME when you won your fourth world championship?!

all jokes aside, maxie, i'm so fucking proud of you, my #1 racer, my favorite dutchman and cat dad 🫶 to many more years of red bull domination (max and y/n version) love you sm!!

maxverstappen1 You will not touch my trophy.

maxverstappen1 Don't worry, I'll kiss you until you're sick of me

⤷ yourusername impossible!!!

⤷ user STOP THIS

⤷ user ew, that's sickening sweet (pls don't stop you guys are the sweetest)

maxverstappen1 I love you too, schatje

⤷ yourusername i love you more

⤷ maxverstappen1 Not possible? 🤨

⤷ landonorris okay we got it, you both love each other stop this shit

⤷ yourusername @/landonorris get out of my comments if you don't like it norizz

⤷ user WHEN IS IT MY TURN??

⤷ user not lando catching strays 😭

user IT HAS BEEN MAX ALL ALONG???

⤷ user five years of softlaunching... only for us to be hit by the biggest hard launch of the decade

redbull The Red Bull Powercouple™️

⤷ user simply lovely!

landonorris fucking finally! now max can bother someone else with his yapping

⤷ yourusername max doesn't do yapping, he just loves talking about me🫶

⤷ landonorris well, i got sick of it!! i literally should've ruined your softlaunch and tell the press about you guys

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's not what a friend would do

⤷ user HOW DID LANDO KEEP THIS SECRET FOR SO LONG??

⤷ user i bet y/n threatened him with violence

⤷ landonorris she did.

⤷ user HELP?!

user if max can comment on his girlfriend's post like a sap WHY CAN'T OTHER MEN AS WELL??

⤷ user they will never be max verstappen...

user brb, the highway is calling me

user con 😭 gra 😭 tu 😭 la 😭 tions 😭😭😭

⤷ user the bf was real... i fear i'm not strong enough to fight him for mother y/n...

⤷ user at least she's happy!!! (i'm actually crying my parasocial relationship is officially over)

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

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spock-pewds-louise · 1 year

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Wow, uh okay so there's a thing going on with Pewds...

He got an urine infection, and that's just an annoying thing for humans to have but its apparently deadly for cats if not treated fast. Like I'm talking 3-6 days of having it untreated can be fatal😖

I texted the vet on saturday night and told them what was going on and if it was normal or what I should do, they answered at 6am on saturday (cuz who sleeps anyways? Clearly not me)

They told me to call the emergency vet and tell them, I did and he called the only open vet in the area, AND then we had an appointment asap.

I called mom and she basically ran out the door (and told me she didnt even take time to put on a bra xD)

She came and picked me and Pewds up, let me just say that shes like almost 15mins away, but she got here f a s t

We arrive and I tell the vet that hes been struggling to pee for almost 2 days, hes hissing and growling (not to me or the other cats), hes drinking water and have been kinda meh on the food.

I changed the food cuz they all started to throw up by the food theyve had for 10years...

And I told him I havent been the best at changing the litterboxes, or emptying them...

And the cats are fucking champs, they will only go in the box, even if. But it's not a "wow my cats adapted to my depression, awesome" its fucking serious, if fucked up BAD.

Because, the food I started giving them gave Pewds more crystals, cuz cat food have that for some reason, and if you dont change out sand and poop scoop often, that can ALSO give them urine infection.

AND its "common" for elderly and sterile male cats to get the infection, so that's a thing to remember.

Is it my fault? Dont know, could I've prevented it? Possibly.

Am I gonna be fucking better? Absolutely!

Back to the status of Pewds

After he stopped being all drugged up, he just looked genuinely pissed, which I get.

Drinking water, trying to pee, sleeping A LOT and only when I pick him up and put him on my lap, he starts to seem like Pewds again🥺

Headbuts, washing my face (trying not to remember hes constantly washing himself), purring and holding onto me in his sleep.

I've been inside the bathroom with him for hours, towel, a pillow and a blanket, and I've been up against a wall and Pewds on my lap or close to me as I've slept (and my neck and ass hurts like hell) hes peed on me, and I've let him cuz poor boi.

His wet food, given by the vet, that smells worse than any other I've smelled:

Come sunday night, 3am.

I've googled and learned all I wrote on top, and I'm sobbing, having a full on panic attack, just holding him and breaks and try not to cry on him.

I call the emergency vet dude again, tell him it's me from Saturday morning, update him and let him know about Pewds current behaviour and if it's ok, is it normal?

I tried not to cry on the phone, but I basically thought he was declining cuz of me.

But!

Everything is as it should be, all hes doing is normal, sleeping more is fine, didnt eat ALL the wet food? As long as hes eating, hes fine.

Randoming peeing with a tiny but of red colouring? Normal and fine.

So I calmed down, and sat with Pewds until I went back out to sleep. Woke up 3 hours later, put him in the cage and sat it in the hallway and I cleaned the bathroom, since it stank of piss, now hes just sleeping and relaxing, he seems fine, and nothing is screaming danger.

Google have helped, I talked to a dude I have on xbox cuz hes had a cat that *died* cuz they didnt catch it in time. So I'm lucky, Pewds is lucky.

Now we're just waiting for tomorrow, Tuesday, to see what the vet says.

Updates this post then.

Here is a fresh pic of him now:

#cat #cats #catlife #cat pictures #pictures of cats #cats cats cats #crazy cat lady #cute cats #sick cat #illness

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russilton · 2 years

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👀 - maybe about the next fic you plan to post? <3 Please!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Now with me and planning things are always kinda theoretical, but in terms of what I think will be finished next? I’m up to the final section of my 3am no holds barred smut fic.

I think I mentioned it here once but I haven’t been able to share snippets so far cause this thing is pure, unadulterated filth. It started as a couple paragraphs I just really wanted to write but had no where to put them, and then evolved into its own fic. At a certain point I started using it as a kink check list to see how many I could mention or fold into one story, a bit like excising a demon from my soul. Anyway it’s at 7k and I only have one final kink to write that I have seen every Gewis smut writer mention but few of us commit to.

This fic will not be for everyone. Seriously I don’t think it will be for most, but the three people that have read it seem to love it, and they’re who I care most about.

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

Snippet and a sneak peak at the theoretical tag list below the cut, because when we fuck around, we also find out.

The lips pressing into his are a balm of their own, the soft press and slide of Lewis’ mouth soothing over the burn in his gut. Despite the electric energy George must give off, Lewis doesn’t speed up, he simply backs George into the hallway wall so he’s trapped between it and his body. George can’t move, all he can do is gradually slow to follow Lewis' rhythm. When he’s got George to an invisible place he seems happy with, he pulls back, tattooed hands still framing George’s jaw like it’s made of glass.

“Feeling a little desperate, sweetheart?” It’s clearly rhetorical, but George nods anyway, and bits his lip at the conflicted emotions he sees cross Lewis’ face.

He knows it’s late, closer to Monday morning than Sunday night, but it’s been so long since they’ve had freedom to do whatever they want. He loves racing with his entirety, he even loves the intensive training and strict schedules, but he doesn’t love how the need to keep his body in perfect function for a race keeps him from Lewis.

Lewis is… well he’s big. Big enough to make George baulk when first confronted with his dick. Fooling around with other young drivers hadn’t left George the biggest frame of reference, and Lewis is anything but average. But Lewis is also gentle, and achingly thorough, and after the first time he’d gently inched into George, the younger man had seen stars. By the end of the night, George had known he was utterly ruined for anyone else.

George loves when Lewis takes him, soft or rough, in the comforting warmth of a bed, or when the older man hoists him up by his thighs and fucks him against the wall. George is unashamed to say he’s addicted to the intimacy of Lewis pressed home inside him. But at his size, even with all the lube and tenderness in the world, there’s a risk George will be limping in the morning.

It’s a risk they can’t have in their jobs. There can’t be any reason that George would hesitate to react, any pain or ache that would stop him moving, it could cause something as small as a poorly timed lap, or as big as a crash. There’s also more than just time in the car, Aleix and Angela work like champs to keep them on top of their game. George only has to explain to his poor trainer once why his form is off on a Tuesday before he decides against doing anything to make that happen again.

That means on race weeks, Lewis won’t fuck him.

George is not, counter to some accusations, such a slut he can’t go a week without sex. Nor does he usually have to, there’s plenty of ways they have found to be intimate that won’t have George sitting funny the next morning, and George loves every minute of it. He will happily drop to his knees for Lewis in their cramped motorhome shower, he welcomes Lewis slipping between his thighs to eat him out before they have to get up for the morning, or, as he had this week, excitedly squeeze his legs together so Lewis can fuck his thighs until the man is shuddering above him, cursing and reaching around so he can thumb George’s clit rough enough to make George cry out as he comes. George loves any time he can spend with his partner.

But it’s been a month, from getting the car, and themselves back in shape after the summer shut down, to the triple header. A month of Lewis kissing him softly and reminding him that they can’t when George settles into his lap. A month of Lewis grinding into the mattress as he fingers George to release. It's a small relief to know at least abstinence affects them both.

But now they have three weeks of freedom. George feels like he can’t wait a second longer.

#asks #anonymous #mark’s fic tag #ask games #tw: daddy kink #full wets

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dailyashleighraichu · 3 years

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Event Outfit Refs for the kids!

#Ashleigh's Art #pokemon ask blog #daily pokemon #pokeasksleepover #Dewchu Twins #pikachu #corodewchu #taimadewchu #joulepikachu #posts at 3am like a champ

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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crazy | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.7k words request: yes/no by an anon: "could you write something where y/n is charles’ media aid? like the person that walks around with them? and he’s madly in love with her." warnings: kinga angsty? language, i wrote part of his on my phone so i'm sorry for any mistakes. also, not proofread, i wrote this in the spur of the moment after sharl's magnificent win. a/n: not me posting at 3am again.

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as the laps and time were ticking down, your foot started tapping incessantly against the floor. even though he had a significant advantage over the runner-up, anything could happen.

a deep, long sigh left your lungs as you watched charles cross the line for the last lap of the race. you'd been a little nervous when he was asking to go for the fastest lap, but xavi reassured him he was safe, and charles decided to keep going.

you had your phone and recorder in hand, ready to leave the garage the second charles crossed the finish line.

"first grand slam in a long time," xavi told you, a satisfied smile on his face. your eyes widened, a big grin spreading on your face at the realization. what a weekend. "go," he pointed with his head, you noticed the rest of the team running toward the pit fence to cheer charles on as he only had one more corner to go before crossing the line, claiming his second win of the year.

you did, squeezing past everyone, being pressed against the wall. but it was worth it. seeing charles cross the line, the cheer of the crowd and the adrenaline that was palpable in the atmosphere around the track was a feeling that you couldn't explain, that you wouldn't trade for the world.

after that, you ran to where the podium celebration would take place, both because you wanted to congratulate him, and because it was your job to be with him for the press obligations after.

it was thrilling, as well, to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. it was such a natural transition from coworkers to lovers, that not much had changed since the beginning of your relationship. you being his media officer certainly did make it easier for you two to spend time together, you had the advantage that people were already so used to seeing you walking side by side, to you being one of the first people to be there for him after a race, but no one knew about the hidden reason why.

seeing charles jump out of the car, raising his fist in celebration, was something you didn't think you could ever get tired of. you smiled and cheered and clapped with the rest of the team around you, grinning so hard that your cheeks were starting to hurt. charles finally made his way toward you, letting himself receive pats on the back from everyone as his blushed cheeks and shy eyes looked around him.

he’d gotten used to having you by his side immediately after the race. he longed for the feeling of having you enveloped in his arms. it didn’t take too long for that to happen, he spotted you and quickly, but still wary of not being too obvious, he pulled you close to him, the barrier separating you both from the waist down.

“you freaking did it again, champ!” you yelled, not being sure if he was able to hear you, but you couldn’t keep it in much longer. “you just got a grand slam!” you patted his helmet, watching his eyes crinkling as he smiled harder.

your interaction didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, he had to be interviewed in just a few minutes, and he still had to recompose himself and drink some water to recover from the intense almost two hours. you watched him walk away, but he turned around, giving you a wink. you chuckled, ever since you started dating, you’d tease him endlessly about his poor attempts at winking, and after that, he started practicing more and more, but even now after almost three years, he was still struggling, which made him all more adorable.

the other two podium finishers went up, you clapped for them as well, but all your excitement, and support, went to the monegasque driver. you allowed yourself to let loose a little, screaming the italian anthem at the top of your lungs alongside your coworkers, your celebration grew once he was handed the trophy. he looked directly at you, winking one more time. you could already see all the posts on social media about his little action, gushing about how adorable he looked, how he could not be stopped.

once the music died down, you put yourself in work mode, slipping past the barriers, you made your way around the paddock quickly to lead charles to the media pen. as you waited for him, you grabbed your phone and checked the order in which he was to go and talk to the interviewers. you looked up, seeing charles already walking your way.

you gave him another hug, a shorter one this time.

“charles leclerc, what a race,” you smiled, seeing his red cheeks up close was a privilege you felt thankful for having.

“merci, mon amour,” he replied, and you wanted nothing but to grab his face in your hands and kiss him until you were both breathless.

“how does it feel to extend your championship lead?” you asked, grabbing his forearm and leading him to the right direction, walking past people that were in your way.

“ah, i don’t want to jinx anything, but… you know. i have a good feeling,” he admitted, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“it’s not jinxing, it’s manifesting,” you laughed, turning your head to see charles rolling his eyes jokingly as he drank from his water bottle.

“okay, we’re manifesting a world championship,” he kept going, you nodded at him.

“that’s what i like to hear,” you could hear the rumble of the people in and around the media pen.

“you know… when i saw you from up there in the podium, i really wanted nothing more than to have you by my side.” his words take you by surprise. of course you’d talked about going public, but you were both equally as devoted to each other without the need to have millions of prying eyes analyzing every single moment of your relationship. plus, that also meant that you had to come clean to the team as well, and that was something you were putting off for as long as you could.

“hmm… maybe next time you win you can ask to have your hardworking public relationships officer up there with you,” you spoke as you were nearing the entrance to the pen, you took your phone and started scanning through the interviewers, spotting where charles was supposed to go to first.

“maybe i will,” his words caught you by surprise, but you couldn’t reply because as soon as he got near his first interview spot, he got caught in the routine of retelling his race and how he was feeling at that moment.

you loved your job, you truly did, but you just could not concentrate after what charles had just said. you trusted that he wasn’t telling anything he shouldn’t because otherwise both of you would be in trouble. but your mind was elsewhere. maybe you were just overthinking.

“yeah, it was very fun to be up there again, the car was feeling amazing all weekend, and the team, really did a good job. everyone in the team deserves a chance to be up in the podium, so we will have to keep working hard to make sure the team gets the recognition they deserve,” that part you did hear. and it made your breath hitch. you were 100% sure that he really was serious about having you up there with him.

once he wrapped up the interview, you walked him to the next one, and you gasped, again, when you felt his fingers brushing against the back of your hand.

“charles,” you warned him, but he gave you a sheepish smile before he was, once again, caught up with another interview.

“yes, like i told my beautiful media officer here, i do not want to jinx anything, but she says we’re manifesting, so, maybe i will have to look more into that and see if we can manifest a championship this year,” those words were what made your face warm-up, you shook your head slightly, smiling at charles and the interviewer, who was now paying more attention to you.

“are you crazy?” you whispered as you waited for the driver who was currently speaking to your next interviewer to wrap up.

“for you,” he answered shortly after, this time brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“will you please stop? i don’t want to get fired,” you whispered again, fearing that someone might hear you.

“you won’t. if anything, now they have another reason not to fire you. i’ll leave if you leave,”

“you don’t mean that,” you said.

“but i do. and it’s true. if you’re out, i’m out.”

“but i don’t want you intervening in my work, i don’t-”

“it won’t. i promise.”

the first round of interviews was over, and as you walked to the room where the press conference would take place, you spoke.

“do you want to go public?” you asked, he turned to look at you.

“do you?”

“i don’t know. it’s just… i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this vocal about or work relationship, now i’m not too sure how the public will react,”

“i want nothing more than to kiss you at the end of every race, i feel fortunate enough to be able to be with you almost every day, and i do not take that for granted. i don’t want to hide something that makes me so happy, something that makes me get out of bed each morning and work my ass off so i can be the best version of myself. for you.”

you didn’t expect his sudden speech, you listened, not a word leaving your lips.

“i will not pressure you into doing something you don’t want or are not ready for. i just don’t want to hide my love for you. you and i deserve better than that,” he finished, his fingers grazing yours for one second before he was ushered into his chair, the other two podium finishers already sitting there, waiting for him so they could start.

there were a couple of things that you felt like you could do all day, everyday, and never get tired of it. one of them was hearing charles speak. there was something in his voice that told you that everything he said was true, and that he meant it. as you heard him recap his race in just a few short sentences, you allowed yourself to think about what he told you before he sat down on that chair in the middle of the other two drivers.

the walk back to the motorhome was an interrupted one, everyone wanted a picture with charles, and he didn’t deny it to anyone. he didn’t have anything urgent to do, so he took the time to thank the fans for their support. you and charles didn’t get to talk much for the rest of the walk, you really didn’t want this fantastic day to end on a sad note.

you parted ways in the motorhome, you had to hand out the recorder to the media supervisor, and charles had to clean himself up a little, take a quick shower in the bathroom. minutes later, after filling in your supervisor about what had been said, and listening to suggestions about charles’ media posts, you stepped out of the small office. you had a weird feeling as you walked past charles’ private room, you needed to speak to him. you needed to make up your mind. you needed to do what was best for your relationship.

you glanced around you, seeing that the coast was clear, you snuck into his driver’s room, closing the door and locking it, you leaned your forehead against the door, taking a deep breath. at least now you had time to think whilst charles was gone.

“mon ange?” his voice startled you. you turned around with slightly wide eyes.

“i- i didn’t think you’d be here,” you said, taking slow steps toward him. the top part of his race suit was gone, hanging from his hips.

“oh,” was all he said.

“i haven’t kissed you,” you realized, thinking out loud, charles nodded.

“i know,”

“i want to kiss you,” you said.

“do it,”

“i-i want to kiss you. you just got a grand slam and won your second race so far, i’m so fucking proud of you that i want to tell everyone i know that i was right, that i knew you have what it takes to become a world champion. i want to scream at the top of my lungs how happy i am every time you cross that finish line, no matter the result, i want to be the first person to congratulate you, or comfort you, or just stand next to you if that is what you need. i want to do that,” you blurted out, the sentences leaving your lips quickly, the words coming out without you thinking twice.

“you-we don’t have to-”

“but i want to, i do. i really do. i want to show you off and tell everyone who dreams about having a chance with you to fuck off because you’re mine, and you have been for a long time now. fuck, i love you so much that it drives me insane,”

“you’re crazy,” he smiled, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up and twirling you around. you placed your hands on his neck, fingers slipping through his hair. you both laughed.

“i’m crazy for you,” you admitted, calling back to what he had previously said. “i love you,”

“i love you too.”

finally, after what seemed like an eternity, your lips met in a wild embrace. you poured all the pent-up emotions into it, matching his fierce kiss with as much intensity. you groaned as you felt his hands drop to your waist, squeezing possessively.

it’s a tradition that after every race, you post something in support of your drivers. later that night, as you lie on your bed, that you had to sleep alone in, since charles slept in his own hotel room, you scroll through the pictures that the team photographer sent out. you select a few typing a couple sentences where you explained how happy and proud you were of your team.

then, you started preparing a different post.

one minute before the clock hit midnight, you got a text.

‘no backing out now.’

‘we’ve been together for almost three years, charles. i’m not going anywhere.’

you waited until the time changed, tapping the blue post text at the top of your screen.

the same picture made its way into the timeline of both your followers and also charles’, with a different caption. a picture of you two hugging after the race, the barrier separating your lower halves, but you were as close as you could.

‘for the past three years i’ve gotten to witness the real and genuine talent you possess. i’m lucky enough to call you an inspiration, a friend, and a lover. i know this is just getting started, and i can’t wait to be with you every step of the way. love you, champ.’

you smiled to yourself, clicking on charles’ profile to read what he had written.

‘there is nothing like a hug from your number one supporter after a fun race. thank you for all you do for me, you save my life in more ways than one, each day. the future looks is bright for us. crazy for you, today and forever. my angel.’

you felt tears in your eyes as you took a deep breath in as you scanned his words. it took you one second to slip your feet into your slippers and rush to your door, grabbing your key, you opened the door.

you barely took one step out the room when you heard the elevator ding, the doors opening to reveal charles, rushing out of there. a smile made its way onto his face as he ran to you, leading you back into your room, you were ready for a sleepless night with your champion.

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ao3feed--reylo · 4 years

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Mind the Tags

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XBauKc

by Semperfidani

A Boss/Secretary Reylo AU.

Words: 4, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Ben Solo

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo

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read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XBauKc

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Reylo #Kylo Ren #Rey

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tedwoodward · 4 years

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this is 3am-gwen speaking, so gwen-with-sleep-in-her-system may regret posting this in the morning, but here we go!!

I just have so much love for starkid and the starkid fandom. before I got back into it about a year ago now I was constantly dealing with art block, I hadn’t written in years, and I had maybe 3 total interactions with other blogs that consisted of more than a question and an answer (after being on this website as long as I have? that’s yikes)

but like now I have so much art I’m working on (lol sorry to the 10 requests sitting in my ask box rn) that I’m really loving and am always inspired or can easily find inspiration, and I’m writing fairly regularly and I’m actually enjoying it (let’s not think about the never ending pile of wips on my computer rn), and I’ve made friends??? and I talk to people???? and idk I’m just feeling good lately and it’s all because of my reintroduction and I’m feeling a lot of feelings, but mostly love

also lots of love to those who don’t follow me for sk, you’re the real champs here

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gangsterscraft · 4 years

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thank you @willowthewispp for tagging me <3 i haven't done something like this in so long wow but im excited

nicknames: my siblings call me the basic 'alex' but that's literally it

real name: alexis

zodiac sign: sagittarius– oh wait they're a myth :o (context no one asked for: my friends and i have this inside joke from when i told them that whenever there's zodiac sign merch they never have sagittarius stuff bc apparently we dont exist. i don't care for zodiac sign stuff but i thought it was funny and apparently my friends think so too bc we're dramatic gays)

height: 5’6”/5'7" (? i lit rally don't know)

current time: 1:10 am

fav musicians: twenty one pilots, hippo campus, young the giant, nothing but thieves (there are so many other bands but these are my top ones. fun fact: i was obsessed with bruno mars from 5th grade-10th grade that i was on stan twitter in 2012 on my dsi)

favourite sports team: come again?

other blogs: @gloomycelestial (that used to be a bruno mars acc but now is just a mix of things im into currently) @sosickman (i recently made bc since this is my side blog i can't really follow or interact with other with this one so i'll probably be posting my art on there and use this one to reblog other people's art and stuff)

do I ever get asks: nah not in this acc at least but overall it's rare

how many blogs do I follow: i can't follow ppl on this acc :/

tumblr crushes: @willowthewispp duh?? they're the sickest and their art is SO CUTE it makes me cry sometimes in a good way of course !!!

lucky number: i never put in much thought to this i just say 13 bc it's my birthday number whoops

what i'm wearing right now: a shirt i got at a vip meet and greet from the band state champs (they're my friend's favorite band so i went with her bc she wanted someone to go with her and she bought the tickets so why not? im a good friend) and it's comfy. also some workout tights

drink of choice: lemonade is good

dream car: idk but i'll take a forest/emerald green one please

dream vacation: im not one for travelling and stuff (i know sorry im the most boring person in the world) and i guess i never think about vacationing bc i've been stressing out about doing something with my life like get a job and get my own place to live. maybe my vacationing could be having an apartment to myself? nah that's dumb

favourite food: i always say that my favorite section in a department store is the bakery section [that michael scott 'i love inside jokes' meme: i love the walmart bakery section. love to have money to actually buy pastries some day] so yeah i'll say it pastries are my favorite food. pies are so good man

what languages do I speak: english and spanish

instruments: i recently got a keyboard as my grad gift and ive been learning song chords and im not a pro at it but i hope i can make my own stuff one day. i love singing so i enjoy playing songs at a slow pace and making them sad:) i also used to play clarinet in middle school but i hated my director and my classmates so i got out bc self care ya know (band kids are a different kind of species i don't want to be associated with)

celebrity crushes: by celebrity crushes you mean men i'm not attracted to and just think are pretty sick, right? misha collins has always inspired me, growing up with financial struggles and using his platform now to help others out in similar situations is something i find so endearing. he has the choice to not do any of the things he's done, but he chooses to help others and i think more people should be like him (except don't vote for b*den vote for bernie thank you). bill hader is rad man. it's nice seeing someone in the industry for so long be so genuine still. love that tall anxious man <3 james ransone is so sick and i'd love to meet him someday. following up on most of his interviews/podcasts made me have a lot respect for him and he's also really interesting (he always says he's not and self deprecates but mr james ransone sir please love yourself you deserve it !!!! you're v pretty) i could keep complimenting this man but this would be too long and we gotta keep this rolling gang ! okay to finish this off i'll say who my big lesbo crush is and it's elizabeth mary winstead like she's so pretty i want to bake her some cookies

no one will read this but it was still fun and distracting so thank you again @willowthewispp for tagging me ! i have no excuse for doing this days later but i finally got the motivation at 1 in the morning so here we are (finishing at 3am rip)

tagging: im not tagging anyone since i don't have any mutuals on here

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helpicantfindanoriginalusername · 5 years

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weird post-australia asks!! 3, 5, 28, 35, 59, 61, 80

THANK YOU THANK YOU

3: bubblegum or cotton candy?

not a fan of either but i love minty gum

5: do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I actually don’t drink soda but everything tastes better in a fancy wineglass

28: five songs to describe you?

boyfriend - Coin

arabella - Arctic Monkeys (maybe not but I wish it did)

dead and gone - State Champs

Text me in the morning - Neon Trees

California - Yungblud

35: average time you fall asleep?

this past week like 3am Usually between 10 and 11

59: if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

either “big yikes” or just “fuck”

61: favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“we move through each other’s lives like ghosts leaving haunting impressions of people who never existed”

80: earth tones or jewel tones?

J E W E L

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katbot · 6 years

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Trivia, Tinder, and a Trinidad Sour.

This week’s Thirsty Thursday is an accidental Tuesday that kicks off from a series of specific coincidences.

It’s a Tuesday night and for the first time in weeks, I’m not at my usual Tuesday meet up. I decide to ditch my drinking buddies and opt for Tinder swiping in bed. I’m digging up archives of lost conversations when my roommate walks in.

“You wanna come to trivia?” “Fuck no. I’m shit at trivia.” “They have beer.”

Our team name is Quiztina Aguilera.

I’m more focused on my IPA and S, a tinder match from early May, who just happens to be getting out of a yoga class two blocks away.

“Pick me up? I’m a Buddha Bar.” He replies with a thumbs up.

When I come back from the bathroom, my date is awkwardly sitting next my empty seat.

I can’t help but think. “...Him?”

Before I leave, I give the only answer of the night I know. “Carrie Nation.”

S is far from my type. In fact, he’s the kind of kid I would have bullied in middle school. I’m weary that Chris Hansen might pop out of the bushes.

Preteen or not, I’m grateful he saved me from trivia.

“Hey. Nice to meet you. Thanks for the save.” “No problem.”

He gives me an awkward hug which I need to bend down for.

“So sorry I look a mess. Yoga was so intense..”

I’m a bit taken aback. This guy has an undeniable gay lisp. “ I…uhh... yeah. No worries.” I clear my throat. I’m in a messy bun paired with a faded Star Wars tee & leggings. We’re definitely a sloopy duo.

“Is there a bar that you have in mind?” He mumbles a reply and when he passes the two most popular spots on the block I realize I’m in charge of this date.

“Have you been to Honeywell? It’s this cool 70’s bar, I’ve been interested in visiting again.” I don’t give him a choice, I’m half way down the staircase. If I’m going to sit through this, I’m having overpriced cocktails.

They’re two plush teal seats open at the bar. When the couple in front of us hesitates, I quickly grab them. I love this bar. The decor is reminds me of my father’s basement. The wood paneled walls and 70s colours puts me at ease.

They’re about twenty cocktails on the menu. I scour the list for gin based drinks. S decides for tequila. We’re talking about his DNA research when our bartender walks over. “Hey. Welcome guys, can I get you anything?”

The voice sounds like butter. When I turn to face it, my eyes are equally rewarded. He’s outrageously handsome for a 70s parody. Huge aviator glasses, long eyelashes, hair buzzed on the side — a middle bang part resting just in the middle of his forehead.

He’s in a floral shirt, that’s unbuttoned into a deep v. It gives a glimpse of gothic lettering spread across his chest.

I can feel my clit twitch when he smiles at me.

“Yeah… I’ll take the Wallflower. He’ll take the Happy Hooking.”“Wallflower…an excellent choice.”

Drink orders in tow, he walks away. Leaving me totally smitten. My date’s lisp brings me back to reality.

Seriously. How is this guy not gay?

When our cocktails arrive, my sips quickly become gulps. I’m having an okay time, genomes are interesting but the cocktails and the bartender is what influences the second round. I leave my order and pop to the loo.

When I return, my date & the bartender are talking about the history of cocktails. When he brings up Sasha Petraske, I swoon. He list out his favourites modern cocktails: Paper Plane, Goldrush, Penicillin, Trindad Sour. He knows what he’s talking about and I am digging it. Inbetween sentences, he mixes our drinks in front of us. He uses the jigger like a champ, easing straight to a clean cocktail shake. One of my favourite sounds in the world is the rattle of a cocktail shaker.

“Despite not having grasshoppers, this is one of my favourite cocktail bars.” I mean it. They’re only two bars in the area that fit my decor slut personality.

“Hey thanks. I’ve seen this area change so much. It’s about time we got a real cocktail bar.”

I roll my eyes, my words painted thick in sarcasm, “Oh yeah How long have you been here?”

“Me?” he responds smoothly. “I’m a Native New Yorker.”

I am absolutely fucking this man tonight.

We tumble into the frantic flurry that only happens when natives New Yorkers find each other in the wild.

I’m practically jumping out of my seat when he knows my childhood neighbourhood.

Only when S gets up to use the restroom do I remember I’m on a date. I text my squad: “At this date, but hitting on the bartender.”

When the least morally corrupt friend replies, “You should hit on whomever your heart desires TV.“

I can physically feel my last shred of ethical apprehension crumble.

I watch my bartender follow S with his eyes.

Once he’s out of sight he swings my way. “So. What is this? Friends? First tinder date? Please tell me it’s a tinder date. I love failed tinder dates.”

“A very failed tinder date.”

“Jesus,” he laughs. “Seriously thought you were doing drinks with your gay bestie!”

“God NO. And fuck YES. He’s absolutely gay right?”

We both nod and simultaneously hope he figures out his identity soon.

With a quick glance towards the bathroom, I plot out my strategy. Everyone hits on their bartender, especially one this hot. I’ve got to play this fresh. I’m coming in with no advantages. Messy bun, no eyeliner, even my tits are hidden.

I’ve just got to rely on my personality & dimples. Tough.

I thank him saving me from the world’s most boring date. He accepts my gratitude and finally introduces himself.

“Hey. I’m P.” I place my hand in his, fuck me eyes full beam. “Tessie.”

S comes back and I order a third round.

The three of us start to talk about our favourite spirits and when I mention my love of gin, P comments that he tends to stay away.

“It makes me too sexual.”

I word vomit, “I’ll take two shots of gin then.”

The exchange is so quick, S doesn’t seem to pick up on it. It takes P a second. When he laughs and blushes, I know I’m in.

There’s a small part of me that feels bad for S, but when I think about how hilarious the situation is it feels like I’m doing him a shitty favour. He’s so boring, a story of “My Tinder date ditched me for the bartender” would help his stale bread personality.

The night progresses and I’m going full throttle shameless A couple regulars grab the seats next to us. When they take a birthday shot. P puts a glass down for me. Post shot—I decide for another cocktail. My date says he’ll join in on the round.

“I just want to let you know, I’m notorious for out drinking people. Don’t feel pressured. I’m a heavy drinker. It’s okay to to take a break.”

He assures me he’s fine, but they always say they’re fine.

When P comes around, I muster has much sex appeal I can from my non mascara’d eyes. “I’ll take….a Trinidad Sour.” I smirk and pair the “’sow’ syllable with a subtle tongue flick and lip part. P’s eyes flicker down to my mouth and back up.

“And he’ll take a…whatever.” I can’t remember what he wanted and frankly I don’t care. I know I’m the currently female equivalent of a douchebag but it doesn’t stop me from speaking up when S tries to order a margarita

“No. God. No. You can do better than that. P, he likes tequila and citrus shit. Can you work with that?”

My date’s drink arrives in a lightbulb. It’s embarrassingly hipster and I know it’s a stupid gimmick drink for people that don’t know what they want. I despise people that don’t have a drink roster. We’re not 19 anymore. (Well maybe he is.)

When P gravitates back to us, him and my date start talking about Russian Bathhouses. When he says he can speak Russian, I blurt-ask if I can buy him a drink.

He checks the time and concludes he’ll get us a round one of his favourites, a daiquiri.

“Noooo.” I coo. “I meant just you…” This time we both laugh, amused by my brazenness and the oblivious S.

Has soon has S leaves for the bathroom, I go for the Hail Mary.

“How’s it going?” P clinks my glass and we down our daiquiris.

“Shitty. You know what I really want to do?”

“What?” He places both elbows across the bar and stares at me with an expecting smile.

“What I really want to do is take you out for drinks after this. Would you be down?”

“Yes.”

We’re still smiling at each other when my date comes back. Totally clueless and ignorant of what happen ten seconds before.

An ice cube thrown from across the bar breaks the spell. Righttttt. Other people exist.

He’s working, I’m…dating..I guess. P shoots me a wink before heading to the other side of the bar.

Touch Downnnnnnnn

Now. I’ve got to get rid of this dweebo. In one swift motion, I turn with a shit eating grin and tell S, “You should go…”He touches my knee and ask if we’re going back to my place.

Man this boy is dense.

I almost pity him. Not hard enough though, after 10 minutes of arguing (Read: Me repeating for him to go home.) He listens.

When he FINALLY bounces, P places another cocktail in front of me to congratulates my success. It takes about an hour for him to close. I’m a little bit nervous that it’s all a practical joke until the other bartender’s friends invite me over to sit with them. We dance to bachata until the till is set and the racks are clean.

Around 3am, we all hit the street and head to the only bar open till 4am. The sidewalk’s empty and I’m feeling the high of the night. We walk over to the bar, boisterous and giggly. I can’t believe the way this night is shaping up.

P wraps his arm around me as we cross the street. “Thanks for coming.”

It’s then that I realize he’s significantly shorter than me. I not a height whore, but it makes me laugh even more. How high is that bar?

At the next place, we order drinks, food, and receive a free round of shots. It’s around 4am when we close out. I follow P outside for a smoke, irked that we’re still out.

“Yo what’s the deal?”

“What’s up?” God, his voice is seriously tantalizing.

“Listen. I live two minutes away from here. And I’m serious about sucking your dick. So, if you’re down. I’m down.”

P stares back at me shocked, his mouth is open, a cloud of smoke spills out in a clean stream.

“Wow….I love how forward you are.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

It’s the first time I’ve ever brought anyone back to my house. I’m excited and nervous. So glad I got that new duvet cover.

I put on vaporware and slide into bed.

He takes off his clothes to reveal American flag boxer briefs, and a myriad of tattoos.

They’re colourful and splashed all over his body. I can finally read his entire chest when he lays down—“Love is my Weapon.”

He’s blown (ha) by my beejee skills. And I make a mental note that I can officially add dick sucking to my resume with three solid references.

When he ask for a condom, I pull open my bedside drawer and whip out my freshly organized and colour coded condom box.

We fuck all morning. We run through three rubbers, and I come four times. I’m surprised and pleased by his ability to stay hard.

He keeps calling me beautiful and hot. I can’t help laughing. Mid stroke he comments, “It’s so hot how well you hold your liquor.” And I gotta admit, that one gets me.

“I can’t believe we just met last night….it feels like I’ve known you forever…” I make a face at my invisible The Office camera. We fall asleep around 5. I have about 3 hours till work. I know it’s around 6 when I wake up, because he’s putting on the fourth condom while my roommates are running their morning routine. I’m embarrassed but fuck it. They’ve got to be up anyway, and FUCK I’m about to cum.

When I finally wake up, it’s 7:43. The time I leave for work. There’s no way I can make it on time AND kick P out.

I’m pleased he’s still cute without his glasses and in the daylight.

I bump into my trivia partner on the way to the bathroom. He can tell from my glow, I’m doing something bad.

“THAT GUY?” he pauses on the way out, referring to S.

“No. Our bartender.”

“Fuck. Savage.”

I head back to bed and call out of work. We spend the next six hours sleeping on and off. I’m surprised by how comfortable my twin can fit us and then I remember he’s barely my height. He snores a lot, waking himself up. In his moments of alertness, he cuddles me and kisses me all over.

My group chat is ragging on me for not knowing how to kick him out, he’s clearly sleep deprived. I feel bad.

Around 1pm, he turns over, kisses me on the forehead and ask if I want to grab coffee.

Yes. The solution to all morning afters!

We get redressed and he decides to join me on morning duties. We pick up my neon sign from the post office, and he tells me about his father and his plans for the day. The sun is beaming down, and I’m having a fun time. P is definitely a little crazy, but I kind of like it. He’s a celebrity in the hood. A bunch of people wave at us and he’s calling everyone “Brotha” in his 70s aviators and buttery voice. It usually would be cringey but he has a personality that’s electric. It’s been so long since I’ve meet someone more extroverted than me!

He buys us both ice coffees. We sit outside, soaking in the sun. We chat about original date and how P felt bad for hitting on me.

“I wasn’t sure if you actually were hitting on me. And if you were on a date or just boozing gay bestie. Then I was like, ‘Oh.”

Welp. It worked out didn’t it.

He orders a Uber and lights up a cigarette.

“You wanna take down my number. ”

“Uh…sure?” I’m surprised but interested. We swap numbers just has his uber comes. We exchange a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, Baby. Talk to you later.”

I walk off, feeling utterly cool. I can’t believe I went home with my bartender. Childhood bucket list status.

I decide to treat myself to Handpulled Noodles. A joint that’s two spots down from where it all began last night.

Has I take the first bite of a dumpling, I get a notification from Tinder.

It’s S.

I can’t be upset, what I did was fucked up. I prepare myself for the worst and get,

“Thanks for hanging out Tessie. I had a great time! You were right to send me home. Those drinks were delicious but I definitely couldn’t keep up.”

I’m ugly laugh into my soy sauce. This dude is dead stupid.

“Yeah. That bartender was so great.” I respond back, fully recognising how fucked it is.

“Agreed. P was his name?”

“Was it??? I don’t think he even said.”

Encounter rating: S: 1.2/10 P: 8/10

Lessons learned:

It’s possible to pick up dudes with just your dimples & wit. (Whatttt)

Trinidad sours are amazing.

There are some people that think my straight forwardness is hot instead of manly.

App: Tinder/IRL

#kdd #Sex diaries #Nyc #New York City dating #NYC dating #sex and the city

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be-my-totino · 6 years

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Ugly Yellow Cup

This is a Bechloe oneshot and I got the idea from a post by @asweetmelodytrickling How many ‘cups’ does Chloe have stashed away in the apartment?

I apologize in advance for spelling and grammar. I wrote this at like 3am so I was too lazy to check over it good. Also I have not seen pp3 yet so some things may not line up to the movie.

Beca had been living with Chloe and Amy for almost a year now and she has gotten pretty adjusted to the routine of everyone. It was actually a couple steps down from having to deal with all the Bellas in one house, though she did miss them.

But there was one thing Beca hadn’t figured out about one redheaded roommate in particular. That thing was where she kept getting all these damn cups at. And it wasn’t just any old cup, no it was a bright, yellow, plastic cup. One that had started making its appearance all the way back when she had auditioned to be a Bella.

She had seen the cup throughout the years at the college house. She had even witnessed Chloe bring it to a few parties. Beca once questioned Chloe as to why she always had that yellow cup in tow and Chloe had replied with a simple “It’s my fav.” Why that hideously yellow cup was her favorite Beca didn’t know, but she left it go figuring the redhead simply liked it because of its sunshine color.

Now Beca had always just assumed the cup she saw appear everywhere was the same one. She soon found out that was not the case. Because no matter how hard she tried to get rid of that awful cup it kept coming back to haunt her.

When they first moved into the apartment Chloe suggested they do a little singing session to start their new journey off right. Beca grumbled but took a seat on the couch/her new bed and waited for Chloe to pick a song. Chloe clapped her hands and reached behind her back to reveal her favorite cup. She wiggled her eyebrows at Beca and passed it to her.

“You know which song I want. It will be like a new beginning all over.” Chloe smiled while she and Amy looked at her expectantly to start the song. Begrudgingly Beca complied and started the motions she knew by heart. Chloe didn’t take her eyes off Beca the entire time.

The second time Chloe whipped out ‘the cup’ was at a party Amy was invited to and had dragged her roommates along with. Okay so she had just dragged Beca with saying something about her needing to loosen up.

While at the party she and Chloe were conversing with group of people that Chloe had said look interesting, so she had marched right up and started a conversation. Beca had followed after her for lack of anything else to do. But now Beca had lost interest in the conversation a while back and had no idea what anyone was saying. She just had her eyes on Chloe as waved her hands around taking animatedly about something.

That’s when she sees it. Chloe reaches her hand into her purse and pulls out the cup. “Oh yeah we were totes acapella national champs. Here Bec want to give them a sample?” That’s when Beca is snapped back to the present and looked down to see the yellow cup being pushed into her hands. She saw the expectant smile on Chloe face and was conflicted for a moment. She didn’t want to let her best friend down, but at the same time she was not about to sing Cups to group a strangers that didn’t seem to care about acapella or the world in general.

“Chlo I’m not going to do that here.” Beca started to back away cup still in hand. “Party pooper!” Chloe yelled as Beca made her way through the pack of people to seek out more booze. When she finally made it to the kitchen she realized she still had Chloe’s cup in her hand. Looking around she said a silent apology and tossed the cup in the trash.

After that Beca thought she would never have to see the cup again and also that she would have to deal with an upset Chloe. But to Beca’s surprise she never mentioned the lost cup. Well that was until about a week later.

Chloe had tagged along with Beca to stop by her work because she need to pick up a few things and it was on their way to the store. While Beca had been gathering up her things Chloe had struck up a conversation with one of her coworkers. As she walked closer to inform Chloe they can head out she overheard their conversation.

“You should see where Beca started out. It was on a little stage auditioning for the Bellas. I had convinced her that she had to try out.” Chloe looked up then seeing the brunette standing next to them shuffling awkwardly. “Here Beca show him how you owned that stage.” And what did Chloe hold up to Beca but none other than that fucking yellow cup. Beca’s eyes widened. Had Chloe seen her throw it away and dug it out of the trash? No, she had made sure her friend wasn’t around. But then how did she have that cup in her hands now waving it in front of Beca’s face.

“Well Becs are you going to show us the magic?” Chloe questioned. “No. Not here. I’m sorry.” She gave an apologetic look to her coworker and ushered her best friend quickly out the door. Later that night when Chloe was sleeping Beca grabbed the cup out of her bag and threw it in the dumpster, knowing the trucks would be there in the morning.

But time and time again the stupid cup kept coming back. At different parties, when their families would visit, and when Chloe would go into the kitchen to make herself a drink and come back with that same fucking cup in her hand. She’d just plop down and front of the TV and act like nothing was wrong even though Beca had destroyed that cup more times then she could count.

It was driving her insane. How did Chloe keep magically finding the same cup over and over again? That brings her to her current situation where she is tearing the apartment apart looking for these cups. Because Chloe had to have a stash of them somewhere and she was going to find it.

“Beca what the hell are you doing?”

Beca froze she was halfway behind a dresser just her bottom half sticking out. “Oh uh I was just…” She struggled to find an explanation as she righted herself and slid out from behind the furniture. “I was just you know looking for a pen I dropped.”

“Really.” Chloe raised her eyebrows and walked the rest of the way into the living room dropping her bags on the table along the way.

“Yep. It’s ah my lucky pen that I use to write music, so I wanted to find it.” Beca looked away from the redhead knowing her face would give away the lie.

“I don’t remember you ever having a lucky pen. Are you sure you weren’t looking for something else?”

“Oh like what?”

“Like maybe something yellow and plastic like this.” Chloe smirks as she backs up to reach down in her bag and once again pull out the now dreaded cup.

She can’t take it anymore. Every time she thinks she has escaped that cup, and the song that now gets on her nerves a little, it comes back. Finally she breaks and asks, “Where the hell do you keep pulling out these cups from!? I made sure to dispose of every single one I saw! So just how Chlo how!?”

Chloe just starts uncontrollably laughing. “Oh… my… God” she says in between giggles. “I was wondering how long it would take you to snap.” There are now tears forming in her eyes.

“What? You were just torturing me this whole time?”

Chloe is now trying to control her breathing. “Yep.” She gives her roommate a sly smile.

“Why would you do that? I thought that was your favorite cup?”

“Well,” Chloe says flopping down on the couch, “It is my fav cup, but over all the years at college and all the parties I lost it a few times. I wanted to be prepared, so I went to the store and I bought their whole inventory of them. Most of them are currently stored with Aubrey. The rest I hid from you.”

Beca was shocked. So that explains why there was an endless supply of them. She went and took a seat next to Chloe. “I can’t believe I thought I was going crazy for a while there. And it turns out it was just your wild obsession with a plastic cup.”

“Sorry Becs but it was totes too much fun watching your face every time I got a new one.”

Beca couldn’t be mad not when that beautiful face was smilingly widely at her. “So like why is that old plastic cup so important to you anyway?”

Chloe blushed and look down. “Because when you auditioned it was when I knew you would become a Bella and I would get to spend more time with you.”

Now Beca was the one blushing. “Chlo.” Beca whispered, but she didn’t get farther then that because Chloe had looked up and now all Beca to do was stare into her vivid blue eyes.

Beca’s heart started pounding in her chest when she realized Chloe’s eyes had fallen down to her lips. She unconsciously started leaning forward. Chloe’s lips were now just a breath away from hers.

Chloe hesitated for a second making sure Beca wasn’t going to pull away. Then she brought their lips together at last. Beca sighed into the kiss because she didn’t realize how long she has been wanting this, wanting Chloe. God damn she was in love with Chloe.

Chloe pulled away first taking a deep breath and smiling so brightly Beca thought she would go blind. “God I have wanted to do that for a while.”

“Yeah me too.” Beca admitted.

“Well then how about we celebrate with a little music?” Chloe then pulls her cup out of the crack in the couch offering it to Beca.

“Oh my God!” Beca groans loudly. “I fucking hate you!”

And as Chloe once again breaks into laughter Beca can’t help but think that the ugly yellow cup just might be her favorite too.

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moyurukoda · 7 years

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I'm glad you asked, dear anon! Unfortunately, I can't really make just one post detailing every bit of my trip, as I'd probably crash my tumblr uploading a lot of pics into one post. Instead, I'll make this post about Paris, then I'll reblog each part of the trip after I've written about them (don't worry, they'll be under a read more so they won't clutter up your dash too much). I went to Tokyo for 4 nights, Hakone for 1, Kyoto for 3 (Hiroshima for a day trip), and Tokyo for 2 more, so there'll be plenty of Japan stories soon!

So here goes, part 1 of my holiday recap: Paris!

My sister lives in Paris, and since we were both going on the trip to Japan I had to meet up with her there, and I spent around 3 days there.

First things first, we went to the Sacre Coeur! I wanted to go there last time I was in Paris, but due to time constraints we weren't able to go, so I was very happy to be there. The interior is magnificent, but I don't think that we could take pictures inside.

(I'm on the left and my big sis is on the right btw)

This is a view of part of the city from outside the Sacre Coeur, I'd imagine it looks lovely when the weather is nice (it was perfect binge watching weather though, when we got home each day sis and I watched The Handmaid’s Tale, messed up but good would recommend).

After that (I think, I genuinely can't remember what happened each day it feels like this part of the trip happened ages ago lol) we found this branch shop that sold the weirdest stuff. Think of it like the Tiger chain store. Full of funky shit. Like the queen of England or a man with a corkscrew penis titled “Happy Man”

After that, we had a nice dinner in a restaurant, including my all-time favourite bird to feed (and eat), duck! Only complaint would be that the iced chocolate was kinda grainy, but hey nothing's perfect! I got juice after finishing it, so that was okay.

After that juicy duck, we went to the Moulin Rouge, but on the way there we passed by a wall of graffiti. Some of it was artsy, but nothing was quite as beautiful as this work of art. Props to the person who blacked out the swastika btw, down with that sort of fascist shit.

Real tacky. And also filled with a lot of shops I had to avert my eyes from.

Then, for dessert, we had strawberry and lemon sorbet! I think that's the word for it anyway. Delicious but it nearly fell off of my cone 9.5/10

The second day was definitely a win for my foodie side. There was a sweet shop close to the apartment, so of course we had to investigate. There was a chilli pepper sweet and of course I (who fits the “white people can't handle spice” stereotype perfectly) deeply regretted eating it. So did my sister, who normally loves spicy things. Maybe spicy gummies are just things that should never have existed.

For lunch/early dinner we went to this marvellous restaurant that has the best hot chocolate and macaroons. We got caramel, chocolate, vanilla, raspberry and rose petal macaroons, which were all lovely! It's interesting to taste something that tastes like how it should smell though.

We were going to go to the cinema with my sister's friend (movie doesn't matter, can't remember the name of it if that's any indication), so we decided that we had to have something a little more substantial. Luckily, there was a 5 Guys on the champs élysées! ... Or should I say 5 Garçons? I think my French might be slightly off but anyway yeah their burgers are great.

On the third and final day, we visited the Louvre. We mistakenly thought that it'd be free that day (first Sunday of every month or something), but we still enjoyed it even if more money had to be spent. I really enjoyed it! The Mona Lisa is kinda small though.

Frankly, the Michael Cera Doppelgänger painting was much more interesting to me.

Or the image of hell that I was visibly disgusted by.

Or the mask that looks like “Dad’s contact photo on your phone”, according to my sister (the photo is of Saitama, who my dad calls the one punch man after I gave him a comparison pic at my cousin’s wedding a couple of years ago).

You know what's better than all of that though? This selfie.

Anyway, after we finished checking out the Louvre we went to this crepe place. Btw savoury crepes are the bomb and no member of the human race should die without trying at least one of these they're delicious.

My sister ended up spotting this event being held in a minerals museum (I think) that was holding a National Geographic exhibition, so we went there and it was incredibly interesting! I need to read an issue or two from it tbh.

There was also a gemstone exhibition going on in the other wing of the museum, so we checked that out too! I'm a big fan of gemstones, so seeing an amethyst geode bigger than me had me overjoyed.

So, there isn't really anything else notable from my trip to Paris, after we got back that day we packed up and got ready for Japan, which I will talk about more in the next reblog! It's 3am rn so I won't have it done tonight, but I promise that it will be done tomorrow, I can't wait to tell you all about it!

#honestly I've been keeping this ask so that I could make a post about the trip lol #personal #my face #Hama's Holiday Saga #yes I'm making a tag for it #mostly so that I can easily recount what happened when talking about it with my offline m8s

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ao3feed4reylo · 4 years

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by Semperfidani

A Boss/Secretary Reylo AU.

Words: 4, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Ben Solo

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo

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kelseysabo · 6 years

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Let’s hear it for BEANS!! That’s right, my little girl got spayed last week and unsurprisingly, she champed it through recovery! // Consider this a very long overdue appreciation post because the person who masterfully finished Beansy’s surgery at 13 months old in America is also the reason she made it through to be 1 month old in Uganda. Lisa Hindson. As many of you know, my experience in rescuing 7 puppies was filled with deceit, exhaustion, & heartache. As local vets grew richer with every lie, the pups got sicker & sicker. After 4 weeks of nonstop caretaking, sadness, & running on fumes, I sat on my floor at 3am, holding Ellie post-seizure after burying her sister an hour prior. I frantically typed a message to Lisa, a very scatterbrained and panicked message at that. Thousands of miles away on a different continent & in a different time zone, Lisa guided me through our next steps, while offering the utmost compassion and truest condolences. She gave me hope through her professionalism and knowledge and she offered support from afar. Not to mention, she answered my frantic messages while she was half asleep on a family vacation! Lisa is the reason Beansy (and all my girls) are here today and for that, I am eternally grateful. The girls grew stronger and we all made it home only to be welcomed a few weeks later by Lisa. But this time it wasn’t the same office I used to stand beside her in, watching her perform surgeries & exams like it a perfected art form. This time it was in her own practice, Hometown Mobile Vet, where she has blended her wisdom, passion for animals, drive for making animal care accessible to all, creativity, and entrepreneurial mind into one. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a modern day on-call doctor for your pet. No more battling your cat into his carrier or dealing with that car sick pup the whole way to the vet (I know your pain). Above all, no more stress as to if your kid is in good hands. They will be with Lisa. #hometownmobile

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apsbicepstraining · 6 years

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Tiger Woods was find asleep at rotate on roadside by police

The former World No1 golfer will face service charges for driving under the influence, which he has put down to a reaction to prescribed remedy and not alcohol

Tiger Woods was sleeping at the rotate of his Mercedes with the engine pour, according to the police report into his arrest for driving while under the influence in the early hours of Monday morning in Florida. It also states that he was disorientated, struggled to speak and could not walk in a straight line.

In the report, which makes clear no alcohol was found in the golfers structure, Woods is described by police as co-operative but confused. The man in charge of his detention likewise claims the leader of two was unable to walk alone and encountered it hard to keep eyes open.

Woods, a 14 -time major champ who is healing from a fourth back activity, was taken into detention in his home town of Jupiter at 3am on Monday. He was released shortly before 11 am, with the instance now due to be heard by a Florida judge on 5 July.

A police image of a bloated and apparently distant Timbers emerged but the 41 -year-old was adamant medication rather than alcohol had played a part in his arrest. Police documentation backs that up, with Woodss breathalyser result reported at zero and no booze odour having been detected.

More impressing is the description of what detectives encountered when approaching Woodss vehicle. The golfer had his seat belt on and was accommodated in the motorists fanny. The report includes: It should be noted that Woods was asleep at the wheel and “mustve been” woken up. The vehicle was extending and brake lights were decorated as well as the right blinker flashing.

The police officer involved, Matthew Palladino, reported: Groves had extremely slow and slurred speech. Woods stated that he was coming from LA, California, from golfing. Timbers went on to state that he did not know where he was. Woods had changed his fib of where “hes going to” and where he was coming from. Timbers asked how far from his house he was.

When Woods was asked to walk and grow as part of a standard research to psychoanalyze his sobriety, research reports adds: Could not conserve starting position. Missed end to toe each time. Stepped off line several times. Expended forearms for counterbalance. Did not return.

[ A police officer] explained instructions and[ Woods] again did not maintain starting position, stepped off row, expended forearms for balance, too stopped going to steady self.

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More items emerge from Tiger Woods’ DUI arrest.( via @GCTigerTracker) pic.twitter.com/ 5YlT5eIONs

May 30, 2017

Woodss next chore was to stand on one leg. Did not insist starting position, says the police file. Did not cause leg off the soil six inches. Placed foot down several times.

The police officer discovered he was forced to re-explain the instruction several times when Woods was subsequently asked to touch his nose with a paw. He did recite the American national carol backwards, as named the Romberg test, but exclusively after several times of showing educations by the police.

A further police bulletin on Tuesday, from another detective who attended the background, summarized what was described as fresh damage to Woodss vehicle. Both tyres on the moves line-up of the Mercedes were flat, boundaries on the same rotations were damaged, there was scarring to front and back bumpers and one tush brightnes was out.

Police chronicles picture Woods established the taking of four prescription drugs; Solarex, Vicodin, Torix and Vioxx. The last-place of them, it is said, “hes not” previously taken this year.

Woods, who has determined his professional life damaged by loss of fitness and anatomy, made a statement in which he promised to take full responsibility for my wars. I didnt realise the mixture of remedies had affected me so strongly, Woods said.

I would like to apologise with all my heart to my family, pals and the love. I expect more from myself too.

The PGA Tour has declined to comment on Woodss scenario. Its humiliating for Tiger, said Notah Begay III, one of Woodss closest sidekicks. Its something that you cant go back and change.

Meanwhile, 18 -time Major winner Jack Nicklaus has voiced its deep concern for Woods, holding the 41 -year-old involves help.

I feel bad for Tiger, Nicklaus told reporters at a press conference for The Memorial Tournament in Dublin, Ohio. Tigers a pal. Hes been great for video games of golf. He necessary our assistance. I bid him well.

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