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accio-victuuri · 3 months

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XZ’s GQ February issue candies 🍬

now that we all had the time to appreciate the lovely photos and videos from that cover & collab — which is honestly a whole meal on it’s own, now is the time for some sweets. 🫶🏼 nothing too extravagant, a few similarities and clues we have connected only. i think the best candy still is the fact that it’s now confirmed that zz & wyb both have a good relationship with gq. even rocco going as far as choosing xz to start having simultaneous cover releases with other countries. sit tight and wait for all the toxic narratives to be proven wrong. don’t sweat it. the road ahead is long. let’s enjoy life and support the boys! 🫶🏼

One thing i noticed, and was actually surprised about was WYB posting an ad for Super X as early as 8:00 AM. Tho he may post at 8:05, which is rare, he usually does ad posts at 10:00. The 8:05 is mostly done by the brands. We have talked about them trying their best not have work overlap, this is a minor one, but as soon as GQ posted at 9:30 i feel like i know what’s happening. Then it didn’t stop till 12:00 nn. It doesn’t help cause i’m clowning that the short film feature for this cover was assigned Chapter 8. WYB posted at 8, the full short film is 8. What a nice coincidence!

Knowing WYB is not a stranger to doing short films with GQ and their love for movies! It wouldn’t really surprise me now if GG does a full feature about LOCH with them. These two really chose the same publication to do exclusive for their projects 😌😌

the similarity that i love is them in the bathroom and then looking at the mirror. tho wyb’s are scenes from HB, these stills were first seen @ GQ.

there is a story here 👀👀

it’s nice too how GQ used ZZ’s photos and put them in the frames. what a nice touch! since this is essentially his dream 💭

+ peter pan pop up art book on the bed too!

overall, there is really not that much we can clown about when it comes to photos alone. tho what gg is wearing has an interesting story as shared by @rainbowsky here. some may say it’s the stylist and magazine’s choice but we still love seeing the association. In addition, the clothes were inspired by Nicole Kidman’s clothes in a Chanel perfume ad. i love the unconventional wedding dress choice here, it fits them! <3

moving on to the biggest way we can cpn tho is the interview & cover story.

i especially liked the questions, it wasn’t cutesy. it asked what needed to be asked.

here are some of the similarities i found with them and their outlook in life and career. 🤍

First of all, being professional is an unavoidable topic. You can have a non-major background, but you must have excellent professional skills. This is what I want to do, this is who I am. I feel that I am not enough, and i’m too far behind.

I think (improving acting skills) is a cumulative process. You can’t make a big step forward with just one movie. This is difficult for me to happen. So you have to keep filming, but you have to keep filming good films and don't consume yourself.

It’s the intent to be a better actor and the self awareness of not having that “background” people expect them to have. However, they can compensate by being professional. by being the hardest working person in the room. Sometimes I feel like it’s okay for them to praise themselves and not always be this critical, but i guess that’s what make them the best too cause they have high standards for themselves.

At present, I want to be an actor who makes the audience like you. Maybe everyone is not your fan, or even not particularly interested in you, but you know that he has a drama, Do you want to watch it? His dramas are all good. I want to do this. This is my current goal. Is it possible to become the actor I like? This is a rule.

THIS. This!!!!!! I feel like they both have this outlook. They don’t need every single person to be their “fan” but the goal is to become known and liked by the general public. That people are familiar with them as good actors with excellent works. It’s why there is absolutely no need to beat yourself up on who is the better fan. It doesn’t keep the boys up at night. Lol.

There are many. For example, Zhou Xun has always been my favorite actor.

Zhou Xun! Who has worked with WYB in various projects, primarily with Chanel! I hope ZZ gets to work with her too.

I used to take the subway every day. for me there’s nothing I can't do. What do you think I can do? Say hello and leave. It’s just that I don’t want to cause confusion and trouble for everyone or cause a bad reaction.

The two of them have the same intention of not wanting to cause trouble to the people. That means making sure their fans do not cause unnecessary public issues like gathering in certain places.

Everyone has their own boundaries, and some people have no sense of propriety. I stay away from such people, but when the boundaries are broken again and again and the bottom line is touched, I will get very angry.

Chongqing pepper is here! lol. I see them being very patient and understanding cause they know what people expect of celebrities. But they won’t also take things lying down. They will fight if need be.

In principle, I am a very rigid person. If I insist on something and I think it is right, it will be difficult to be convinced. For example, if I want to be an actor, I don’t want to do anything other than being an actor.

I just want to do it well, just try my best right now. Maybe the result is not good, but what should I do? This is all I can do.

Sounds familiar? Especially the part that says I want to do it well? They have the same braincell 🙃

Now let’s look at the cover story. First, i wanna point out the comment of the interviewer about ZZ: “Before meeting, I thought Xiao Zhan would be very cautious about interviews. To my surprise, Xiao Zhan had a rare sense of relaxation, answered all questions, and even had some humor.”

Which is actually a common misconception about XZ or — you know what? he was kind cautious before but as time goes by, he became more relaxed and candid with his answers. It’s still insightful, but not as practiced. In the Q&A, he mentioned that there are things that cannot be said. Setting boundaries like that. Similarly, WYB is the same. We’ve heard stuff saying that he is in a more relaxed state now. I love that for them!

I still sneak out to ride a bicycle, take a walk, and do a CityWalk. Only once, just now in after walking in the alley for 5 minutes, I was recognized. I also sneaked into the cinema to watch a movie. No one will care about you, really. after leaving the Internet, many things will be solved easily. Sometimes the world is right in front of us.

This goes out to everyone that says how can they go out? How are the CPNs of them spending time together be true? Well this is the answer. Sneaked into a cinema to watch a movie? I hope they do that together too ^^

When he goes to different cities, Xiao Zhan will bring the same type of pillows and quilts. "I will bring everything that can help me sleep well." He has also tried aromatherapy lamps, lavender essential oil, and various other products that make him fall asleep when applied on his body.

This is such an easy cpn for us. Remember that time DLS clowned WYB about the aromatherapy candles? HAHAHAHAHAHA!

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #sorry this is so late i was so exhausted lol

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latristereina · 3 months

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INT. MICHAEL'S HOUSE - DAY

HAGEN

Kay?

He steps in, the beautiful summer living room is neat, but empty.

HAGEN

Anyone hungry?

He moves through the house more quickly; into the dining and recreation room areas. A cat jumps off a pile of cushions and runs across the room.

HAGEN

Hello?

SANDRA (O.S.)

She's gone, Tom.

Sandra has followed him into Michael's house.

HAGEN

What do you mean gone?

SANDRA

The Barretts from Rubicon Bay came by in a new speedboat. Rocco tried to say she wasn't in, but Kay spotted them and asked if they would take her and the kids for a ride. That was three hours ago.

HAGEN

(furious)

Why didn't someone tell me!

SANDRA

I wanted to tell you alone; your

wife doesn't know what's goinng on.

Hagen rushes out of the house.

EXT. TAHOE LAWN - DAY

Hagen moves quickly out of Michael's house; moving across the lawn to the boathouse.

HAGEN'S SON

Hey, Dad!

This time he ignores the thrown ball, and moves directly to Rocco, who is by some men near the boathouse.

HAGEN

Rocco!

ROCCO

I know. I went down to the Barrett

house. But she's gone. They drove her and the kids to North Tahoe airport.

HAGEN

Goddamn it, where were you?

ROCCO

I was in my house. Willy tried, but it would have taken some strong-arm to stop her, and he figured you wouldn't want that.

INT. THE BOATHOUSE - DAY

They enter the boathouse.

HAGEN

(to one of the men)

Get me a Scotch and water. The man hurries behind the bar.

ROCCO

She took a flight to San Francisco. We figure she's going to connect to New Hampshire; her parents' place.

HAGEN

(almost to himself)

I can't let him down.

He swallows the drink down in several gulps. And then looks up to his men watching him. He's embarrassed to have shown such weakness.

HAGEN

All right, let me think a minute. Rocco clears the men out.

ROCCO

Me too, Tom?

HAGEN

Yeah, give me a minute.

Rocco gone, Hagen moves behind the enormous bar, and pours himself a giant drink. He drinks that, and calms himself.

HAGEN

Oh Christ, Pop. It was so good when you were alive. I felt I could handle anything...

INT. MICHAEL'S SUITE - NIGHT

The telephone has just rung; Michael listens.

OPERATOR

We have your call to Tahoe, Nevada, sir.

MICHAEL

Thank you.

(click, click)

Tom? Tom, is that you?

ROCCO (O.S.)

No, Tom's out of town. This is Rocco. Who is this?

Michael is openly disturbed that Hagen is not there. He hangs up without answering.

EXT. NEW ENGLAND HOUSE - DAY

Tom Hagen steps out of a taxicab a bit tentatively, and then steps toward the door of a pleasant New England house. He rings the bell and waits, hat in hand. A moment later, the door opens, and Kay is standing there.

KAY

I'm not surprised to see you, Tom.

INT. SMALL ROOM - NEW ENGLAND HOUSE - MED. VIEW - DAY

Out to the yard, where we can see glimpses of little Anthony playing by himself.

KAY (O.S.)

I can't love a man like that; I can't live with him, I can't let him be father to my children. Look.

The little boy, moodily by himself.

VIEW ON KAY

obviously moved.

VIEW ON HAGEN

KAY

He's not like a little boy... he doesn't talk to me; he doesn't want to play; he doesn't like other children, he doesn't like toys.

It's as though he's waiting for the time he can take his Father's place.

(almost in tears)

You know what he told me when he was four years old. He said he had killed his Grandfather...

VIEW ON HAGEN

listening, calmly.

VIEW ON KAY

KAY

... He said he had shot his Grandfather with a gun, and then he died in the garden. And he asked me... he asked me, Tom, if that meant now his father would shoot

him out of... revenge.

(she cries)

How does a four year old boy learn the word... 'revenge'?

HAGEN

Kay... Kay...

KAY

What kind of a family is this... are we human beings? He knows his Father killed his Uncle Carlo. He heard Connie.

HAGEN

You don't know that's true. But Kay, just for the sake of an argument, let's assume it is, I'm not saying it is, remember, but...

What if I gave you what might be some justification for what he did... or rather some possible justification for what he possibly did.

KAY

That's the first time I've seen the lawyer side of you, Tom. It's not your best side.

HAGEN

Okay, just hear me out. What if Carlo had been paid to help get Sonny killed? What if his beating of Connie that time was a deliberate plot to get Sonny out into the open? Then what? And what if the Don, a

great man, couldn't bring himself to do what he had to do, avenge his son's death by killing his daughter's husband? What if that, finally, was too much for him, and he made Michael his successor, knowing that Michael would take that load off his shoulders, would take that guilt?

KAY

He's not the same as when I met him.

HAGEN

If he were, he'd be dead by noww. You'd be a widow. You'd have no problem.

KAY

What the hell does that mean? Come on, Tom, speak out straight once in your life. I know Michael can't, but you're not Sicilian, you can tell a woman the truth; you can

treat her like an equal, a fellow human being.

There is a long silence.

Then Hagen shakes his head; he can tell her no more.

HAGEN

If you told Michael what I've told

you today, I'm a dead man.

KAY

When is it finally over? I want it

to be over before my baby is born.

HAGEN

I don't know. I hope soon; but it's not over yet, and that's why you and the kids have to come back to me.

He looks at her; it's clear that he has been entrusted with her safety and her children's.

He is a kind, good man, and seems very nervous and overwrought.

VIEW ON THE WINDOW

Little Anthony is pressing his face against the glass pane, as though he senses the adults are discussing something of importance to him.

- THE GODFATHER Part Two, Screenplay by Mario Puzo and Francis Ford Coppola, SECOND DRAFT, September 24, 1973

#the godfather #the godfather ii #kay adams #kay corleone #tom hagen #michael corleone #diane keaton #robert duvall #al pacino

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softerpixels · 10 months

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what was supposed to be their baby shower became a meet-the-baby party. kenny rolled the sunny trait so he didn't really mind being passed around from adult to adult. he was just happy with all the attention. at the end of the night, rocco popped the question and kori could hardly even let him finish his speech before saying yes.

#ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 #the sims 4 #*meadows legacy #*meadowsgen1 #kori meadows #kenneth meadows #the hell i went thru to get these...#anyway #they're gonna have a long engagement #bc i wanna focus on baby kenny's development #also it's holiday szn in-game rn #kenny was literally born the day before harvestfest #they'll probably get married when he's a toddler #rocco meadows

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thatwriterchaotic · 1 year

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Noisy Neighbors Chapter 4

Summary: It had been two weeks since you last saw Murphy at his apartment, your job was going well and you two have been calling back and forth. It was Saturday finally, the night you planned to share drinks at McGintys to celebrate.

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: [18+], slow burn, complicated feelings, miscommunication, fluff, little bit of angst because why not. drinking, cursing, mentions of drug use, smoking.

Your POV:

It was Saturday, the weekend. The one thing you where looking forward to all week. You where excited about your job. Happy that you found something that paid well. But a certain MacManus brother was keeping your attention. You and Murphy had been calling back and forth. Talking about anything and everything.

Hearing your phone ring made you so excited. Hoping each time it was Murphy on the other side. It was just easy to talk to Murphy, and you both bonded over similar interest. Happy that you where getting closer as friends. You both had agreed to meet at McGintys tonight for drinks. You had been spending all afternoon trying to find something to wear. You were so nervous about this. But it was just drinks with Murphy!? You shouldn't be this nervous.

Finally deciding on a nice pair of jeans and tank top. You threw on your jacket and grabbed your purse. Hearing your phone buzz near by, you looked around and found it laying on your bed. You grabbed it and answered. “Hello?” You said with a small smile on your face.

“Hey there las, miss me yet?” You herd Murphy's voice through the phone. Making your heart flutter, feeling your nerves just wash away. Something about him just made you feel calm and relaxed. “Murphy I just saw you this morning in the hall” You said giggling through the phone. Hearing his chuckle come back, only made your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Meet me in the hall in a few minutes? Got a little surprise for ya” Murphy said to you before ending the call. A surprise? You wondered what it could be.

That's when there was a knock at your door. Slipping on your shoes, you opened it. Seeing Murphy stand there with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked so cute, the mix of flowers just made his blue eyes pop. “Got you these to celebrate getting hired, hope ya like them love” Murphy said as he handed you the flowers. You took the flowers and walked back into your apartment to put them in water. Murphy followed you. “Oh their beautiful Murphy, but you didn't have to buy me anything” You said as you set them up.

“I wanted too, you deserve them lass” Murphy said as he stood next to you leaning against the counter. You couldn't stop smiling. Murphy was such a sweet guy. He made you laugh. You looked up at him, wanting to kiss his cheek for being so kind to you. You didn't even give it a second though. You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. Seeing a smile appear on Murphy's face. “Thank you Murphy” You said softly. He offered his arm to you. “Ready to go las?” He smiled down at you. You took it and grabbed your purse. Ready for the night a head. “Let's go” You said as you both walked out of your apartment.

Tonight you thought it would be with Connor and Rocco as well. But they weren't around when you had arrived with Murphy. Maybe they would come by later. You and Murphy got seats at the bar. It was quiet packed. Being the weekend and all. Music blared from the stereo near by. It was quiet nice actually. Seeing everything be so lively. “There's someone I want ya to me, This is Doc. Don't mind his cussin he can't help it” Murphy said with a small smirk. An older gentleman behind the bar greeted you both.

“Aye, shut it boy. Didn't know F-Fuck- you were bringing a lady tonight” He said with the sweetest smile. He kind of reminded you of your grandfather. “Hello it's nice to meet you Doc, I'm (Y/N)” You said with a polite smile. Wanting to be nice towards Doc. Murphy asked Doc for his regular and whatever you would like. Doc nodded his head and already started on it. Helping other customers as well. You and Murphy talked back and forth for a bit. Just about how your days went and your new job.

Then Doc came back placing your drinks on the bar. “On the house! M-Murphy told me all about your new job” Doc said with a smile. You didn't know Murphy talked about you. You thought it was really sweet of him. You looked over a Murphy, noticing a small shade of pink on his cheeks. “Awe thank you Doc! That's really kind of you” You thanked him as you took a sip of your drink. You where happy to finally have nice people in your life. It had been lonely these last few months. When you first moved to Boston.

That's when Connor and Rocco came crashing into the bar. They greeted you both with big smiles. Connor gave you a hug, happy to see you. Rocco pulled up two extra chairs for them to sit next to You and Murphy. “Hey you said you had plans with a girl, I didn't know you meant (Y/N)” Connor said as he patted his brothers back. “Yeah! We came in here just to make fun of ya and get some drinks” Rocco added on as they sat down. Getting drinks from Doc behind the bar. You noticed a annoyed looked on Murphy's face. He shoved his brother a bit making him stumble. “Told ya both to find somewhere else tonight” Murphy said getting irritated with his brother and close friend. You gently touched Murphy's arm with a small smile. “How about we go play darts? They can sit here and get drunk” You suggested wanting to make the situation better for Murphy.

You felt him relax a little under your touch. Grabbing both of your drinks, Murphy turned to follow you. You lead the way walking through a small crowd of people. Eventually getting to the dart board at the side of the room. Murphy set your drinks down at the near by table. “Thanks for that lass, I just wanted to spend time with you to be honest” Murphy said with a small smile. He walked up to the board and pulled out the darts handing some to you. “It's okay Murphy, I wanted it to just be us too. Kinda missed you with everything going on” You said as you took the darts from him. You threw back and forth, not really keeping track. Just enjoying each other's company. “Yeah I know, I like spending time with you” Murphy confessed. You felt your cheeks flush a little as you took sips from your drink. “Really? I mean we don't do much besides talk on the phone Murph” You said with a laugh. Setting your drink down. “So? Hearing your voice is the best thing about my days” Murphy looked at you with after he threw another dart. Stepping closer towards you. “Makes everything else just wash away” Murphy said making you smile.

“Are you always such a flirt with every girl your friends with?” You said teasing Murphy, almost making him spit out his drink. You giggled at his reaction. “Oh shit, here let me help” You said as you grabbed a napkin. Standing infront of Murphy you wiped at the small wet stain on his jacket. Murphy smiled and gently lifted your chin, making you look up at him. “Only if she lives next door and has the prettiest smile I've ever seen” Murphy said softly to you. Your hands rested on his jacket. Holding him close by the edges. You felt like it was just You and Murphy standing in this bar. The sounds around you faded out. A small gap was between you two. Your noses almost touching.

You kept looking down between his lips and those beautiful blue eyes. That's when Murphy leaned in and closed the gap between you. His lips felt so soft against yours. You kissed Murphy back until he quickly pulled away from you. “I'm sorry lass, I really shouldn't have done that” Murphy quickly started apologizing as he let go of you. His cheeks flushed red. You quickly cupped the side of Murphy's cheek wanting him to calm down. “Hey, Murphy it's okay, I wanted you too” You said softly. A smile spread across your face. Murphy looked calmer once you told him it was okay.

“You wanted me to kiss you?” Murphy said with a big smile on his face. You gushed at his dorkiness. Nodding your head as you laughed. Murphy leaned down and kissed your cheek this time instead. “Maybe I should kiss you more than” Murphy suggested as he nuzzled himself into your neck. You loved the attention from Murphy, you really did but you also didn't want to ruin your friendship. Worried you would become a one night stand to him.

“Murphy, look I really like being with you, but I don't want to be someone's one night stand” You said. Making him move away from your neck. Standing infront of you so you where face to face. Like he would ever treat you like that- Murphy wanted to worship the ground you walk on. Not ever wanting to break your heart. “How about I take you on a date? Do this the right way?” Murphy said wanting to make all these negative thoughts go away. You smiled a little and nodded your head. Excited about what's to come with Murphy..

#murphy macmanus fanfiction #murphy x reader #murphy macmanus #the boondock saints #connor murphy #the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #my writing #writer #writers on tumblr

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meraki-yao · 5 months

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I have a question since you're from surrounding regions, is taylor actually well known in china? Why do you think GQ went with him there are a lot more famous celebs, taylor doesn't even have a lot screen exposure

So for some reason, I'm taking this question super seriously.

Please note that 1, I can only speak from my observation and my position 2, I'm from Hong Kong, so there are certain things about mainland China that I might not be aware of

Regarding Taylor's notability in China:

Is he well-known? Well, and I say this with all the love I have for Taylor, not really. In fact, during his time in China, there have been several cases in the videos that I reposted that you can hear people ask in Mandarin "Who is he?" A few more recounts I read said that quite several people who ended up near the fan crowd asked "Who is that handsome foreigner?" and followed and took photos/videos of him not because they recognized him, but because they were intrigued. (but side note, even the people who didn't know who he was said that 1, he's really handsome 2, he's really friendly, so that's sweet)

The thing about Taylor's notability in China comes in two regards:

1, RWRB became one of the most popular western queer media to be distributed on streaming platforms in China (especially since most if not all of the local queer media is banned, yes I'm angry about it), so this part kind of goes without explanation

2, Taylor uses Chinese social media platforms, which is really rare for Hollywood actors. This gives him a platform to interact with Chinese fans, since because of firewall/censorship, it's a hassle (and technically illegal but shhhhh) for Chinese fans to check his Instagram/ Tiktok/ Twitter(not that he uses it)/ Threads

Regarding the reason GQ went with him:

1, it was a personal invitation from the Editor-in-chief of GQ China (so more or less the head PIC of the event). They met during the Ferrari show, the Editor, Rocco Liu invited Taylor, Taylor said he'll come if it works out with his schedule and the rest is history.

2, And this is my speculation (because I care about international relationships and thought about this a lot), but I think GQ wanted to try something new by inviting Taylor, a Hollywood actor (and thus promoting the overall image of China but that's getting too political for my taste on my own public platform), and since Taylor is (a) currently popular since RWRB is still relatively new and the Chinese fandom is still really active (b) evidently willing to try out the local ways of things as seen from him using and operating his own Little Red Book and Bilibili account.

I mentioned this before, but I think that since Taylor was so willing to try new things (which is a quality of his that I personally admire greatly), all the people/organizations/companies in China who got in contact with him saw the opportunity to experiment and see what a Hollywood actor could do in a Chinese setting/market and how much traction he can bring. That's my guess for why he was so busy and going from event to event non-stop, and evidently looking tired by the time he was going back to the States (especially for someone who appears to never be tired)

So yeah. I think they took Taylor's enthusiasm for trying new things and his currently persistent popularity in China and ran with it. Not that it's a bad thing though.

But I will say this, for the GQ event, all sorts of people were invited. The most famous ones with a considerable career already (think the equivalent of RDJ, Brad Pitt, Leonardo Dicaprio etc), the currently popular young stars (think the equivalent of K-pop stars or the "white boy of the month" trend) but there were a considerable amount of people that I completely never seen or heard, and neither did a lot of Chines audience. In fact, I don't know who the two ladies who were in the same boat with Taylor during the water carpet are. So there's also that.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #alex claremont diaz #anon ask #answered #it's really interesting for me to talk about Chinese culture here #for the record I definitely consider myself more on this side of the web/world #but yeah it's nice #meraki essay

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wip · 1 year

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I was wondering if the pop up that says "you can now give back to the people you love" (the gifting option) would stop appearing when we visit a blog for the first time. It would be easier to quickly block certain blogs without waiting for it to disappear, since it doesn't seem to be a 'brand new' feature as such anymore. And speaking of new features when do you guys think polls would be available for everyone?

Answer: Hey, @whotf-invited-moonmoon!

Thanks for flagging this with us. This shouldn’t be the way it is designed to work and we will take a look into this to see if something has gone a little askew.

In the meantime, you can always give us a little helping hand by filing a Support ticket with us.

Best,

—Adelbarto, Rocco, Bohdan

#feature #pop up #backend

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itsallmadonnasfault · 6 months

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Madonna on Instagram, November 24, 2023

#Madonna #2023 #Celebration Tour #Milan #Donatella Versace #Rocco Ritchie #art #Vanity Fair #Maison Rhed #Versace #Luigi and Iango #Madonna 2023 #Queen Of Pop #Ciccone Youth #The Celebration Tour

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sebrrari · 1 year

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need to find a lover that's gonna last

sebastian vettel/mark webber, au, 4.1k, rated r

aka, the drag au that no one asked for and that i wasn't fully able to flesh out, so i'm posting the dash/not!fic to get it off my chest. happy martian monday to the squad!!

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it’s august 30th, 2013, and mark has just signed the last page of the legal paperwork to buy himself out of his future engagements with infiniti red bull racing, effective immediately. they’re going to call up daniel from toro rosso, and mark is going to take the first plane going his way so he can be home in time to start licking his damn wounds before the news hits the press.

christian shakes his hand and tells him to call if he changes his mind.

he won’t. he can’t. the last few years took just about everything from him, but not his integrity. he’d never come crawling back to the machine that spit him out on track and let his teammate run him over.

his phone starts buzzing as he’s crossing the parking lot of the factory - call from sebastian v.

mark scoffs and swallows a burning feeling, then pops the battery out of the back of the phone and shuts the car door. the driver pulls out of the lot smoothly, and mark doesn’t watch in the rear view mirror as the looming building disappears.

and, somehow, life goes on.

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freeing himself means no more lavish lifestyle - not that he got quite as extravagant as some of the others when he had the chance. he does the shopping at night, just before the grocery closes, and sends out for most everything else so he doesn’t have to stomach any knowing stares. it takes a few months of skulking around his house (paid for, in cash, with a reasonable savings fund for improvements) and drinking a few too many beers alone before he finally gets back to living.

there are friends he makes, and people he cuts off. hobbies he tries, old habits he tries his best to quit. and, one spring day, one of his gym buddies invites mark to a brunch where he’ll be performing down in canberra, and mark’s therapist talks him into going - he can leave if he wants to, but he should stay for a fry up, just for his troubles, at least. it’s a hell of a trek, but it’s something to do.

his performing friend ends up being phenomenal - after mark stops looking for his crew cut and tank top, and realizes he’s - she’s - the one in a meter-high blonde wig and impeccable makeup. she lights up the room and takes each proffered dollar out of her patrons’ hands with a wink and a smile.

mark leaves after his friend bows and exits the lit up, glittery stage, but it’s with a bit of something simmering in his chest. the drive home is a breeze instead of an exercise in teeth grinding and measured breathing.

he’s straightening up the kitchen after dinner and realizes - he didn’t catch a single person glancing his way or snapping a covert picture of him to tell their mates they saw an all-time formula 1 failure during their meal.

he calls his friend up the next day, and asks him - her? - to lunch, where he’s enlightened on the culture of drag, and drag brunch, and gender identity. he feels… lighter, and like the world has righted its axis after years of wobbly spinning.

he’s also been kindly informed that he’s been a member of a gay gym in a gay part of town for going on six months now. that gets a laugh out of him, a sound so foreign to his ears now, and he can’t stop once he starts.

once he’s recovered and paid the tab for them both, he tells evan that he’ll see him at their usual time for an extra difficult weight circuit tomorrow night.

“i’ll bring my sport mode heels, then,” evan says, and mark groans, and is pretty sure that isn’t a thing.

_________

months later, after a lot of soul searching, and therapy sessions guiding him on how to try new things, and many a craft night with evan and some other local girls, tara rocco makes her debut at a bar’s talent show on a dare.

it’s been a wonderful exercise in determination (drawing eyebrows on yourself is something that doesn’t come easily), endurance (dancing in a corset with stilettos while remembering lyrics should be officially on the iron man course, he thinks) and competition (a talent show, with a $50 prize, to be tipped to the bar staff when he wins).

his muscles awaken after years of being forced ramrod straight. his entire being stretches back into existence. it's delightful. the applause helps, too. he gets a pretty good round for a 9pm wednesday crowd.

“are you sure you’ve never worn heels before? like, ever?” ray asks while they’re stripping the glue off mark’s natural eyebrows with some kind of industrial solvent that stings like hell.

“not that i can remember,” mark says, his mouth dry from some stiff drinks and from the makeup remover he got on his tongue.

“well, love, you should think about wearing them more, because you’re a bloody natural. your proportions are to die for, and you’ve got rhythm. you’d be booking more nights than half the queens in the state on those credentials alone.”

_________

ray is mark’s first call when he decides to do another talent show, no peer pressure needed. then another, and another, until they decide mark needs a signature look if he’s going to start “getting those bookings you’re entitled to with the way your arms look next to a black leather number like that corset you’ve picked up, mark.”

it’s like unleashing the marvel within himself, the one he used to know - it’s just shaped differently. there’s prep meetings (to go over the set list, tweak any tracks that lagging or to add a specific song for an event or holiday), press (a few pictures for the venue’s posters and social media, all retouched a bit much for his liking, but he’s choosing his battles), practice sessions (blocking the routine in his open-concept kitchen and living room, with ray laying down post-its to serve as the stage dimensions and evan and his partner acting as an audience for mark to play to), then show time.

and he’s never known anything but a full fucking send.

the rush feeds him like it always did, even with the stakes so low. he can’t really deny that he loves looking like this - beautiful, sculpted, powerful, in charge.

it’s intoxicating without being consuming, fun and adrenaline-inducing without the sour taste of loss when the lights go down.

when he takes the drag off and wipes his face clean, he’s just mark again - mark who ran, once, but who stands tall now, with a little help from some friends.

and god, his ass looks good in fishnets. it truly does.

_________

aussie drag culture is insular and so no one really gets a whiff, and he lives pretty comfortably off his bar appearances and an occasional tour spot in peak months.

once every couple years, a promoter calls him up and sounds business-minded and not like they've just found his wikipedia page and intend to add a new section titled Downfall and Public Outrage to it with their fucking scheme. those are the people for whom he hops into a dance studio and gets a routine in shape to trot around a few states, and hey. his heels are shorter and his splits aren't what they used to be, but he still manages to put on a show.

he keeps in touch with barely a handful of people from his old life, but seb's retirement announcement sends shockwaves big enough that he'd have heard about it if he was six feet under. something like hunger pangs through his core, hollow and longing for the gentle fall into glory and grace he was never afforded.

but he's happy for seb. he's made his peace with it just like he's made his peace with the fact that red lipstick will never really suit his skin tone and he has to cheat towards purples. there are facts of life, after all.

one of the facts is that what goes around will always come around. at barely 8 am, knocking incessantly and ringing the doorbell for good (ungodly) measure.

he checks the front door camera feed, and thinks he's finally cracked.

but no, seb's really on mark's fucking doorstep, with the same smile on the same face but through layers and layers of time and a lot more facial hair.

mark's not sure what he must look like - loose gym shorts that hit mid-thigh, smoothly waxed legs, a rumpled and mustard stained shirt from MARY'S POPPIN EST. 2016 ADELAIDE'S FINEST DEBAUCHERY. seb doesn't seem to notice - or care - in the least. he just asks to use the toilet.

it's the first time mark's heard his voice in person since - since. mark's stomach roils and he can only nod and choke out the directions - down the hall, second door. seb thanks him and makes his way.

mark goes back to making the coffee, dazedly pulls down a second mug from the cabinet and fishes the sugar out from the bottom shelf of the pantry. seb always took his sweet on early mornings at the track.

mark is just finishing up, kitchen towel in hand to dry a spoon for seb to stir with, when the soft squeak of seb's trainers on the tile snaps him to attention. the pot of coffee is full now - mark realizes just how long he's been waiting for seb to come back in.

he did say the right door, didn't he? he said the second door down the hall. he did. he did.

much like a cat, though, curiosity was always seb's weapon of choice.

"this must look absolutely delicious on you, mark," seb says, and it's a purr of victory to mark's ear, a predator’s grin before its jaw snaps shut around naive prey.

he doesn't want to turn around. he doesn't want to see the corset in seb's delicate grasp - the one that needs a little TLC after last weekend, an eyelet hanging loose off the leather from rough treatment during his finale. he doesn't want to see the laces hanging off the constructed garment, lifeless and boxy without something to wrap around.

the spoon clatters in the sink. he realizes he’s holding his breath.

how in the fuck is he going to explain to sebastian vettel that he couldn't fucking stand playing second fiddle and begging for scraps anymore, so he blew his bank accounts to smithereens, fucked off back home humbled and rough, and now he does drag twice a week and tours during peak season.

how is he going to explain to a four-time world champion of motorsport, someone who eclipsed his life to the point that he ran, that he even likes it.

seb’s made himself his coffee like this is a hotel breakfast bar and not mark's life being turned upside down and shaken by the ankles.

"i always knew," is one of the first things seb says after he's apologized and laid the corset gently over a kitchen chair.

mark nearly chokes. "knew?"

"that you were, you know. i mean, it takes one to know the other? is that how you say it?"

"knew?"

"i'm - me too, mark. i'm gay. queer, if we're putting a finer point on it. not that crossdressing is-”

seb sucks on the spoon, then lays it on a napkin and sighs.

“oh, hell. mick gave me such a good talk about this, and i am putting my foot in my mouth. i really do mean to be better about this. i have so much reading to do, now that i have more time, i must sound so foolish. forgive me."

"you're gay."

"yes. and i thought-"

"you thought.”

"i thought a lot of things, but then you were gone. i have no idea what you have even been up to. and now that i am here, i feel as though maybe that was on purpose.” seb takes another sip and swallows carefully. “i did not mean to just barge back in and-"

“but you did.” that's exactly what seb did - barge. mark can feel angry heat coil itself around his spine and get his pulse going.

it gets tense at the breakfast table while they continue their stilted conversation, but mark susses out that seb thinks the corset is some fetish thing - he still doesn't know know.

small, twisted mercies.

seb leaves eventually, around lunch time. the hollow feeling is still floating heavy in mark's gut, but it's not as painful as he thought it'd be to accept the hug seb pulls him in for, to say sure when seb says they should meet up one more time before seb goes back to europe. he says he's in queensland for a month, some eco-vacation-caravan-docu-whatever that he hopes to invest in has him here to pitch him and let him get his hands a little dirty in the bush.

he trusts seb to not like, tell the fucking papers or whatever someone might do with this information (nando comes to mind, since mark is feeling especially bitey). but it’s not like it’s a secret, either. he’s just been lucky until now - lucky that he fell so far, so fast, that the bright lights and nosy pundits of f1 don’t stoop to his level.

it’s been a week and no one comes calling. no one emails him asking for a fishy interview. the publicist he still pays - a joke of a retainer, if he’s honest, bless her - doesn’t text him.

he does his usual show at his usual regionally-famous bar, and gets his usual amount of not-as-much-as-you-might-think in tips.

he gets the mended corset back from his seamstress and hangs it up carefully in the closet next to the others, buttery black leather all lined up in a row.

there’s one pushed a little farther back than those in regular rotation, still shiny and hardly worn. it had seemed a little on the nose when he tried it on after buying it online one night, a few glasses of chardonnay too deep in his favorite leather website.

it’s red for the bulls he couldn’t wrangle, for the misdeeds that put him out on his ass.

he fishes it off the rack and caresses it, sets the laces right, then carefully tightens it around his waist and turns to the mirror.

and he knows, as he poses for himself, checks his silhouette, skims his eyes across the shoes laid in pairs on the floor against the wall, exactly what his opening number will be next week to kick off his summer tour.

what he doesn’t know is who is going to be sitting three rows back and dead center when the lights go down, the curtains part, and mark makes his hips swivel and sway to the opening synth hits of "little red corvette."

_________

seb is waiting at the stage door exit when mark comes through it, and mark tries to guess how long he must’ve been waiting here. he'd spotted seb in the audience during the third number of the evening, and like a true bred professional, he kept going. he didn’t run. he kept going.

now, though, with the adrenaline worn off and his quads killing him, he just wants answers.

“you-” mark stutters. “how did you know?”

seb licks his lips and smiles playfully. it’s only because mark had known him for so long that he doesn’t mistake it for venomous.

“well,” seb says, dragging the word out, “they do advertise your shows, don’t they? i saw it in the paper.”

“bullshit,” mark scoffs. “you wouldn’t buy a paper, it’s wasteful. why are you here, seb?”

seb kicks himself off the brick wall of the theater and steps towards mark - mark steps back just as nonchalantly, a dance in keeping his distance that he could do with his eyes closed - but seb doesn’t back down. he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs.

“i wanted to see you.”

“you could’ve called.”

seb does scoff, then, the first hint of frustration mark’s seen out of him since old team meetings and press conferences. it hits a nerve, but it’s a dull pain that makes itself known then retreats.

“would you have answered?”

mark casts his eyes downward, caught in the truth.

“i really enjoyed tonight, mark. you’re a true performer. i want to hear all about how you come up with these shows. can we go somewhere and talk?” seb asks, still pressing at the opening he sees.

mark can’t suss out if seb really wants to know all that, if he’s really telling the truth. but he remembers how the world didn’t come crashing down after he let seb in the last time. he breathes - in for three, hold for three, out for three.

“okay,” mark says, clears his throat. “alright. my feet are fucking killing me, though. let’s just go back to the hotel.”

_________

they talk, sure. there was definitely talking - seb’s always had a way with words that unravels mark to a point no one else can. seb casts a lifeline with his earnestness and reels mark in with his humility and wit, and it’s like all the anger he thought he still had isn’t where he thought he left it. there are other, smaller jagged edges that need examining, but the big wound has closed up while he was assuming it still festered.

there were other things that led them to the position they’re in now, though- mark on top of seb’s bare body in a chain hotel’s queen bed, the mattress squeaking as they get comfortable.

he’s moving on instinct, all groans and animal desires. it’s been so, so long since someone’s gotten under his skin enough to bring him to this point - or maybe someone never left their spot there, buried just like he thought all his racing past was.

he doesn’t want to think about that anymore, or to talk, though. he just wants.

“i-” mark inhales deeply, gets the smell of seb’s lavender and pine soap, then something muskier underneath. he holds his breath, devours the scent like he’s starved for it.

mark wants him. he wants seb so badly he’s on fire with it after denying himself for so long.

“say it again,” seb gasps, and mark bites down on seb’s neck just enough to pinch, then kisses the spot wetly and makes his way down seb’s chest.

“i want you, seb,” mark groans hoarsely, like he’s worked a sore muscle into relaxing. it’s an intoxicating hit of relief. he sags towards seb’s body, ruts his cock against him over and over again until he glides smooth with sweat and precome.

“mark, you can-“ mark noses back up to seb’s throat and kisses his adam’s apple open-mouthed, rubs his lips against the stubble there until they’re red and tingling.

“you should,” seb corrects, his voice thin but sure. “you should fuck me. before this is over too soon, no?”

the haze in mark’s mind retreats a little. he blinks and gives a parting lick to seb’s pulse point, gets one more thrust of his hips against seb’s soft stomach before he lifts himself up, arms on either side of seb’s ribcage.

he hasn’t fucked anyone in quite some time, and he hadn’t let himself really think-

he needs to get out of the habit of thinking, it seems, when it comes to seb. because with him, he can just be. he can just trust, if what his gut is telling him remains true.

he can just want.

and he can have.

he doesn’t ask seb if he’s sure - he’s smarter than that, at least. he knows now that seb goes after what he truly wants, only offers what he’s already been ready to give.

he just cups seb’s face with a shaking hand and kisses him slowly, fire on his tongue and an ache in his chest, let’s the spark of anticipation charge up til it’s consuming him whole.

“can i go slow?” mark asks against seb’s lips. “it’s been so long since… since.”

“we have all the time we need, mark.” seb bites his lip for a moment, then whines and smiles up at mark with the mischief that makes mark’s good sense go out the door. “but let’s get started, shall we?”

_________

in the time between summer club season closing and next spring, there’s a whole book’s worth of development. there’s a journey of shame to acceptance for mark because he almost got away with seb thinking this was a fetish, and that fetishes are normal and okay and can be locked behind a door - when you actually remember to bloody lock it - but to mark it's so much worse.

because it’s not a fetish - it’s his livelihood, and how does he even look millionaire activist and beloved hero sebastian vettel in the eye once he knows mark dances in a tight corset and a barely there skirt for money?

he does, though. he does.

he can hold his own in 4-inch pumps against even the youngest queens because he lost a lot of things, but never his competitive drive or the muscle tone in his calves. and he didn’t think that could matter to a man like seb, who’s off to see the world and save it bit by bit with a dazzling, crinkly smile and a soft touch of kindness for everyone he meets.

but seb is there, telling him it does matter, simply because it’s mark. that it’s mark that seb’s here for, and the rest they’ll figure out.

and they will, because they’re not ones to quit. not for something that truly, truly matters to their hearts.

it's also about love and self acceptance and queerness and kinkiness and how mark looks hot and dangerous and masculine and divinely feminine all at once. it’s about how seb can't believe he ever let mark run away without telling him that he is enough to love in every form, and how mark grows to believe him in time, in his own shape.

_________

and there's another side to the story, one that's waited patiently and knew to bide its time to be heard.

this side thinks that, if things were different, maybe seb wouldn't be treated to the sight of mark bent over the same kitchen table he was ready to lunge over just a few months ago. and how maybe mark wouldn't trust seb to smear his lipstick and untie his laces, to gently pull his tights down and off.

this side is about how, if he hadn’t called in a favor from jenson to get mark’s address after years of restraining himself from searching, seb might not have the absolute privilege of dropping to his knees and worshiping mark until they’re both full to bursting with something seb’s not sure he’s ever felt - even as fireworks erupted over his car in abu dhabi what seems like a century ago, even as he took his final laps in the kind of machine he spent his life trying to tame.

this is something new, something precious and strong that seb wants to make bloom in vivid color. he could spend the rest of his days learning the taste of whatever this is.

seb signs on as a producer for the ecological reserve’s new sustainable tourism and documentary project. he cancels his flights and books his rented, sensible bungalow indefinitely.

he’s hardly there.

because he’s with mark and he can’t get enough, even when it’s tough. even when mark spooks, even when he tests seb’s patience like he’s always done - seb wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than where he’s meant to be, and that place cannot be anywhere but with mark, and he knows it.

because when seb watches mark onstage, with his smoky eyes and his long, mesmerizing legs, his mouth waters. he longs in a way he didn’t think he’d ever be able to again.

and when he meets mark backstage after opening night of this newly revamped show - rev tara’s engine on tour! - with a bouquet of red, red roses in hand, mark’s right there with his makeup half off and sweats pulled over his fishnets, and it makes seb’s pulse jolt.

he’s real. what they have is shaping up to be, too.

he just has to go get what he's after, and something about mark has always made him relish the chase.

mark catches sight of him in the big mirror he’s seated in front of and his eyebrows nearly hit his hairline, but he softens into a grin. seb smiles back, bites his lip.

“these are for you,” he says, and offers the bouquet. mark stands immediately, takes the flowers and sniffs them indulgently before depositing them gently on the vanity among his tubes of lipstick and eyeshadow palettes. seb was ready to feel silly for bringing flowers to a drag show, but mark takes them for the gesture they are and treats them like something precious, something greater than the handful they exist as.

he rises on his stocking feet and steps up til he’s toe to toe with seb. there’s a shadow of eyeliner still clinging to his waterline, accenting the spark in his eyes as it smolders and crackles something electric.

“thank you, i love them, sebi,” mark says, his breath skimming seb’s lips, and seb can’t let himself miss.

he steadies himself by the dip in mark’s cinched waist, and kisses him to unleash everything he’s been holding, lets his heart flow right out of his chest and through his lips.

mark covers seb’s hand with his bigger one, his palm soft and warm and trembling, and receives the love seb has been waiting to give.

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thanks @kritischetheologie @mwebber and @vetterrari and the other people who i made read this awhile ago!!!! love u all for being so encouraging and unhinged with me - you make this fandom what it is xxxxxx

this thing's google doc is titled "spreading you open is the only way of knowing you," a fine line reference but also something i'm finding to be a little too astute. count yer days harry if i ever see you in person i have my therapists superbill in my purse with your name on it.

#my fic #martian monday in pst still!!!!! so!!!!!!#mark webber x sebastian vettel #whether the medicine is enough #it's truly - in the tradition of old - a not fic. we go from full scenes to meta in a matter of seconds so just like be prepared lol #nsfr #drag mark au

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planetharrie · 1 year

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Before you start reading! 🌷🍒🐇

MASTERLIST

Non-Famousrry Universe:

in which Harry and his wife Lucille live a content, happy and humble lifestyle alongside raising their two young and energetic daughters: Opal and Dottie. Harry works as a business consultant and Lucille is a part-time nursery worker. There is NO specific timeline, but with time ranging between 2017-present. Covid does not exist.

Harry Styles | age: 29

Lucille Parish | age: 27

Opal Parish | age: 7-8

Dottie Parish | age 5

No face claims. Some fics might contain toddlers, babies, teens or even before Lucille and Harry have children.

Famousrry Universe:

In which Harry Styles is the biggest pop-star on the planet; touring, writing music and also raising his own family. Through the stress and joys for HSLOT, his partner Natalia is by his side and his children, Wyatt and Annie watching their Dad take over the world! Stories will range between the years 2015-present! Covid does not exist.

Harry Styles | age: 29

Natalia Darwin | age: 26

Wyatt Darwin-Styles | age: 8

Annie Darwin-Styles | age: 3

No face claims!

COMING SOON👇⭐️

Singledadrry Universe:

In which Harry is a struggling single father to his 3 year-old son Arlo, barely scraping a decent pay-check as a receptionist at the local swim club. With no partner and a Mother who lives 4,000 miles away, Harry raises his son alone while juggling the stress and enjoyment of fatherhood. This series ranges between the years 2017-2020. Covid does not exist.

Harry Styles | age: 23

Arlo Styles | age: 3

No face claims.

Bigbrotherrry Universe:

In which Harry is one of the millions of adolescents living on the poverty line, fending for himself and his two younger step-siblings. At 18 years-old, Harry takes these two kids under his wing. This series is set in 2013.

Harry | age: 18

Rocco | age: 9

Apple | age 4

No face claims.

⭐️

I write everything posted on this Tumblr page on my Wattpad under my book ‘I Dig your Cinema.’ 🍓🌻🍒

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nicromancytarot · 2 months

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Hi, it's me again 😅

Can you tell me about my fs thoughts about me, please? You can include +18 messages if you feel comfortable to

Thanks in advance 😊

Welcome back!

SFW THOUGHTS

Honestly, with the temperance, I’m seeing that they honestly feel as though if they hadn’t the opportunity to have you in their life, they would end up in “total destruct” mode.

I’ve been listening to “Maneater by Daryl Hall and John oates” all morning, such a great song, I think this is how they feel about you lmao.

I see that they either love the voice, or the way you talk in some way, perhaps the way you use certain words or something, they like to listen to your voice, and the way you talk, perhaps pronunciation is key. They would like me to tell you that if you feel sad when they make fun of your pronunciation, they don’t mean any harm by it, and they think it’s cute.

They also love to wind you up and piss you off lmao, they’re showing me some little mad capybara right now, so take that as you will.

Rocco from Elmo popped up?? No idea if there’s any relevance, or if they’re just messing with me here, but it was specifically the part where Elmo says “Rocco doesn’t have feelings, because Rocco is a rock!” Or something like that, either they just decided to send me that, or they may sometimes feel like Elmo around you??? LMAO, I’m getting, you may turn your plushies around during sex so they can’t see you, and your future spouse would make fun of you, they find that hilarious.

If you want kids, they definitely see you as… fertile? I don’t even want to know what they mean by that.

Your future spouse really feels like they can be themself around you, you will never judge them for who they are, and they really like and appreciate that.

Weirdly, for dynamic, I’m getting Lucky Blue Smith, and his wife miss Nara Smith (I love her so much.) Perhaps your partner looks like one of them, or has some of the same attributes.

NSFW THOUGHTS

I think they have a size kink..

They also really like to buy you gifts, I’m seeing lingerie, they also made what I hope to be a joke, in which they showed me one of those spooky dragon dildos, so take that as you will.

They want you to be completely sober during, as they want you guys to both remember what happened in the morning, they want every time you guys have sex, to be some sort of sacred thing that you will always remember.

They like to watch you, whether it be watching you do something inherently sexual, or just watching you undress.

I’m also being shown someone watching another person just cleaning up some dishes, this person is literally just leaning against the dining table watching, they want to so badly slap the others ass lol.

Strip tease, a joking one, however it’s from them. Like whipping their shirt around over their head after they take it off, and thrusting into the air, I see them straight up dancing around, grabbing their belt to like put it behind your neck like you would do with one of those feather boas.

They’re really funny, even in the bedroom.

#pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #free tarot #tarot witch #daily tarot #pick a pile #tarot cards

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masquenoire · 14 days

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So I've never watched R.emo W.illiams but a scene popped up on Y.outube today and reminded me Roman's dogs were a thing. Change the breed from D.obermanns to R.ottweilers and you've got Rocco and Dante working hard to make Roman a happy man.

#💀 || musings #dogs tw #dogs cw #The scene really sparked my interest in how well-trained these dogs are #Especially for a movie from 1985!#Everything is all tasteless CGI now but I liked the scene and hope the dogs were treated well #No jokes Rocco and Dante are SMART dogs #They would think and work things out on how to get to people #Hello everybody I hope you are all doing well!#I'm a little tired but wonderfully well-rested up after a few days of naps!#Feeling a bit more spark coming in so watched a bit of this and that to provide fresh inspiration after it got knocked out of me last week #💀 || headcanons #Also Rocco might just be smart enough to figure out who Batman is #Trouble is as he's a dog he can't tell Roman :')

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sesshy380 · 2 months

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You're next on the list

Top 10 Yugioh characters and their theme song please (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

So like...my top 10 faves and what song I associate with them? Hold on, I gotta think. I don't have songs for all of them (I don't even know if I have 10 faves)

Okay, I had to take a few minutes to make a list in doc. Most of my songs are for the longfic versions of characters, so I had to stop and rethink a few of the songs. I am going to apologize in advance for the large amount of Fiver Finger Death Punch. I have an entire playlist of FFDP that is dedicated to all my different AU's lol.

10. Seto Kaiba - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Far Out remix) by Daft Punk

9. Joey Wheeler - Drop the Bass (Extended) by Rocco

8. Mai Valentine - POP/STARS by K/DA

7. Yugi Mutou - The Spectre by Alan Walker

6. Pharaoh Atem - Wrong Side of Heaven by FFDP

5. Marik Ishtar - Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP

4. Ryou Bakura - Skeletons by Pop Evil

3. Yami Bakura - Wash It All Away by FFDP

2. Thief King Bakura - Afterlife by FFDP

Now, you're probably seeing Number 2 and thinking 'Wha??? TKB isn't Numero Uno???'. Let me explain. TKB is my babygirl, but Numero Uno belongs to my QP bestie. I have a playlist that is entirely HIM.

Drumroll please...

Yami Marik - IOU by FFDP

#answered asks #enemyoflactose #top 10 ygo characters and their songs #spotify links

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melis-writes · 1 year

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Ohhhh I love the hurt/comfort aspects of your recent prompts ❤️ Your writing is beautiful. Could you make one where Michael is hurt during a meeting gone wrong or something and Victoria is comforting him?

Thank you so much!! 💞💞 There's definitely a special place for angst comfort/hurt. 😅 Victoria's very gentle, loving and nurturing when it comes to anyone she loves getting hurt, especially Michael!! 😭 A failed and miserable assassination attempt for Michael in this case. The hurt/comfort between him and Victoria is about to get real. Lots of love and care in this one!

“You’d think they’d call the commission if they planned on doing something like this,” Tom lets out a sigh of frustration, raking a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable.”

“This was personal,” worry crosses over your eyes as you gaze out the window, waiting for Michael’s vehicle to arrive. “If Tattaglia wanted all the Dons dead, he would have called for the commission. His grudge is solely towards Michael.”

“And all of his problems are solved today as well,” Tom presses his lips together, beginning to walk towards the front door of the estate with you. “He’s dead, and that’s something to worry about too.”

“I don’t care about that now,” you brush off the thought, pulling open the front door. “It’ll be unavoidable either way, but…” Your voice trails off at the sight of Michael’s Cadillac pulling in through the gates.

None of the vehicles Michael’s men drive into the compound before and after him for protecting speed in and neither does Michael, which only proves how dire the situation has become.

The first indication of a potential mob war threatening to start or bloodshed to be spilt would be a rush and call of all of Michael’s best men; Michael would also not return to the compound so soon or willingly, seeking to know about the deaths of each and every one of his enemies.

“Oh my God,” you murmur to yourself, watching as Al Neri opens the passenger door for Michael to step out.

When your eyes find Michael, a surge of relief washes over you. Naturally, Michael isn’t injured or frantically entering the compound with his men, but you can tell from the cold and reserved look over Michael’s face that nothing can get through to him now.

“Where’s my wife?” Is the first question Michael asks Al from the moment he steps out of his car, and you’re all the more eager to approach as you head out the front door.

“Mikey,” Tom speaks out first, walking out with you.

Michael’s eyes meet with Tom’s briefly and yours immediately after—only warming momentarily when he sees you.

“It’s fine, Tom,” Michael holds up his hand, refusing to divulge in any further details.

“Michael!” You frown, rushing up to greet your husband.

Michael embraces you tightly as you snuggle his chest, forcing yourself to hold back your tears as you feel your husband’s warmth around you and know he’s unharmed, safe and returned back to you.

“I want you to speak to Rocco and Al,” Michael tells Tom, wrapping his arms around your back. “Get Sonny and Pop—” Michael pauses for a moment, hearing you begin to weep against his chest. “And I’ll be in with you soon.”

Tom nods, clearing his throat. “Are they dealt with?”

“Yes,” Michael answers, “Tattaglia is dead.”

‘Tattaglia is dead.’ You slowly raise your head up, eyes filled with tears as you gaze up at Michael—repeating his words over and over again in your head.

Heading back inside your private estate with Michael is all but a blur as you can barely see with the tears pooling up in your eyes, adamantly clutching onto your husband’s arm until you both are alone.

“M-Michael, Michael, oh my God—” You hiccup, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m fine darling, I’m fine,” Michael picks you up off the ground, hugging you tightly. “I promise all is fine.”

“Those bastards,” you hiss under your breath, “they went through all of that trouble to do what—assassinate you? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Michael agrees with you as you lace both hands together. “And while he’s out of the question now, the rest of his men and capos aren’t.”

“So?” You hiccup through your tears, “what does this mean for us? You’re going to get through to them?”

“I will in due time,” Michael tells you, “but I don’t want you involved in it, darling. Understood?”

“Y-yeah, okay,” you sniffle, clutching onto the fabric of Michael’s suit jacket. “I couldn’t stop thinking from the moment you left anyway—my mind’s been all over the place. Come here, baby, come here, I—”

You suddenly notice Michael slightly wince when your hand brushes up against his back.

“It’s alright, darling,” Michael grunts, slowly beginning to shrug off his suit jacket. “There was a struggle and—”

“No, no, no,” your eyes prickle with tears once more as you take both of Michael’s hands, gently leading him towards the living room. “No, come here. I have to see. I have to—” You hiccup again, “what did they do to you?”

“Nothing, baby,” Michael shakes his head, sitting down on the couch next to you. “When we met at the table, none of us were armed, hence the struggle. My back must have hit something.”

“I have to see, I have to,” you set Michael’s suit jacket aside, carefully beginning to unbutton down his dress shirt.

Michael lets out a shaky, quiet sigh—feeling a stinging pain in his back from how the fabric of his dress shirt continues to brush up against it.

“Sorry, baby,” you pout at him, beginning to inch Michael’s dress shirt off his shoulders. “I’m being as gentle as I can. I don’t want this to hurt—”

“It’s alright, baby,” Michael gazes at you, “I’ll be fine. It’s just throbbing right now and being a bother. You aren’t hurting me.”

“Let me see…” Your eyes widen to see a massive, mottled bruise over Michael’s back, leading off onto his left shoulder. “Oh my God, Michael!”

Violent shades of violet blend in with a sickly yellow hue surrounding the bruise, roughly a quarter of the size of Michael’s back—still bruising deeply.

“How bad is it?” Michael attempts to look over his shoulder, wincing in pain again.

“Stop, baby,” you frown, caressing Michael’s face. “It’ll only cause you more discomfort. Try not to jerk your shoulders or turn your head like that because—” You feel your throat tighten at the sight. “Because—” Your eyes meet with Michael’s as you break down into tears again, shaking your head. “It’s bad, baby. You’re bruised all over, my God.”

“As expected,” Michael mutters under his breath. “The first thing my back hit was the wall. It doesn’t feel as bad but…” Michael takes a deep breath, “it’s still stinging and throbbing.”

“I’m going to clean it,” you decide, slowly rising up from the couch. “I’m going to get it all cleaned up, then I’ll get you some medication, baby. Just don’t move, okay? Don’t let anything touch your back.”

“Alright, darling,” Michael looks up at you, seeing how your eyes once again pool with tears and only continue to show Michael you’re pained by his pain and it makes it all the more unbearable for you to stand it.

Rushing into the bathroom, you fill up a plastic bowl with cold water, soaking a clean cloth into it. Carrying that into the kitchen, you take an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrap a thin tea towel around it.

While you rummage through the cupboards to find the first aid kit, Michael takes a deep breath and attempts to relax his muscles so as not to trigger the spiking, aching pain in his back and shoulder again.

He sets his tie aside on the couch and glances up at the first sound of you entering the living room with your hands full and your heart still aching.

“I’m here, baby,” you set everything aside on the coffee table before pulling it further towards the couch. “I’m worried it’ll start to swell or it has already. I need to ease it after I clean it with some ice,” you take out the wet cloth from the bowl, careful not to wring out too much of the cold water.

“That bad?” Michael takes in a deep breath as you gently pat the cloth over his bruise.

“I’ve never seen one like this before, even when mama was a nurse. I just—” you swallow hard, “it kills me to see this to begin with. The impact must have been so heavy to cause bruising like this.”

“It was abrupt,” Michael lowers his head into his hands, taking deep breaths as you clean off his bruise. “But in all honesty, I didn’t begin to feel it until after we left.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you gently blow over Michael’s bruise to ease the stinging pain. “I’m going to take care of you and keep you comfortable until it’s completely healed. I don’t care,” you open the first aid kit, taking out an ointment, “I don’t care what it takes, I just want you to be okay.”

“I am, baby—”

“No, you’re not!” Your voice breaks again. “Let me take care of you, please.”

“I wouldn’t have anyone else do so,” Michael gives your hand a squeeze. “You worry too much about me.”

“I love you too much, that’s why,” you murmur, kissing Michael’s back gently and smearing some ointment over your fingers. “And I’m going to take care of you now as much as you need so it doesn’t get worse. This ointment will help, it’s very good for bruising.”

“Mm—” Michael grunts, gritting his teeth. “The scent is strong on that one.”

“It’ll fade, I promise,” you sniffle, gently massaging the ointment in. “This’ll help treat it well and reduce any inflammation and discomfort, especially when you sleep. And you must sleep on your side or your stomach.”

“Doctor Corleone seems to know best,” Michael comments back, causing you to crack a smile.

“That I do,” you set the ointment aside and begin to press the icepack over various parts of Michael’s bruise. “I’m here to take care of you. I love you. I love you—” you lean up, sealing a kiss over Michael’s lips.

Michael kisses you back, squeezing your hand tightly. He can only give out weak and strained breaths and regardless of how much Michael attempts to hide the discomfort and pain he’s in, you can tell the toll it was taking on Michael is beginning to fade with your gentle touch and care.

#godfather au #prompts #michael corleone #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone fanfic #michael corleone x oc #godfather x reader #the godfather #moth to flame fic

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