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Danny and Danni on The Ghost Bike. Featuring Bottle the Bunny Backpack.
#danny phantom#danni phantom#neither actually needs a helmet but here they are#danny forces Danni to wear one so she forces him to wear one as welll (cycle ad infinit)#What happens when you let the son of mad scientists who spent the majority of his teen years reverse engineering weaponry design a vehicle#the Ghost Bike as its know has basically more tricks up its sleeve than even the GAV#his favorite trick is the self-driving feature which can hone in on ectosignetures#meaning he can summon it and use it as a battering ram in fights#its powered with ectoplasm and fine tuned to his signature so only he and Danni can drive it#hes tried to specificy but its no good#so babi driver prevails#the bike also acts as a portable portal generator#can turn intangible#and is basically immune to gravity and therefore capable of going the speed of light#unfortunately it is also classified as a major biohazard and has been confiscated many times#the bunny bag was a gift for her third birthday and has its own personal red hood helmet and leather jacket#his name is Bottle and he is Danni’s most prized possession#(he also has a Superboy suit and a phantom suit#the jacket and helmet are just for driving)
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SERENDIPITY ✦ DR3
“Serendipity is an unexpected and very lucky finding, that is, a coincidence that fills us with happiness. Serendipity in love implies the feeling that the universe conspires in our favor, bringing that special person into our lives at the right time and oh boy, did the universe send her everything she ever needed in the form of a 5'10" man with a built-in accent, a love for Tim Tams, adrenaline-fueled spirit and a smile that could light up a whole town.”
✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader
✦ type: social media au
✦ face claim: becky g
✦ warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language.
✦ pit wall live: HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY BESTIES! 🤗💗 I've been working on this for a month, honestly I thought I was gonna finish it fast but tbh that was really naïve of me 🥴 the amount of times I ended up changing almost every little thing is insane lol but today I sat down and commited to finish and post this! this is my first ever smau or any kind of 'x reader' really, so please be kind 🤍 and of course it was going to be about the love of my life!
— oh btw, my idea is to get to present time and make it angsty so let me know what you guys think! I really hope you enjoy!
─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)
JANUARY 01, 2020
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yourinstagram 2019 was full of happiness, pain, healing and growth. I loved a lot, I cried a lot and I laughed a lot. I'm grateful for a lot of things in life, but I'm specially grateful for you guys ❤️🥂 I LOVE YOU! ❤️
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fioamato It's out with the old and in with the new ⏭️😜
iamdannaschwarz this could be the start of something new indeed 😏🤭
yourinstagram 🙈
user yourinstagram girlieee does this mean you found your Troy Bolton tonight? 👀👀👀
iamdannaschwarz what a year it has been! Through the ups and downs you prevailed. So proud of you! Cheers, amiga! 🥂❤️
itsvittoriasousa u deserve the whole world, i wish everyone knew ur heart 🥺 love you biiiiiiig ❤️
user1 can we talk about that dress!!!! jaw dropped 🤯
user2 Mami 🔥🔥🔥
selenagomez ❤️🥂🎆
user3 danny ric you ain't slick baby we can see u 👀
user4 words on the streets that they were seen pretty close the whole night 👀
user5 girlies do we think the writing on the napkin belongs to mr. ricciardo? 🧐
user4 what about the last pic?? could it be about a nod to him???
user3 somebody call the fbi and the cia we need to decode this 🔎🔎🔎
sebastianyatra una locura de año 🚀 happy new year penguin!
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justjared New couple alert?! YN LN, 21, and Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, 30, were spotted on a walk and getting cozy during a night out in New York. More photos now on JustJared.com #YNLN #Daniel Ricciardo Photos: Backgrid
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user1: well that's a couple nobody saw coming 😶 good for them tho
user2: These pictures are so creepy as to get these they literally have to stalk these people and are probably hiding in bushes or wherever to get the shots
user3: he's a full-grown man in his 30s messing around with a teenager how shocking 🙄
user4: how is she a teenager if she's 21??? she is a consenting adult and has been for a while...make it make sense
user5: it's a 9-year age gap not 25 😑 y'all should learn to mind your own fucking business
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yourinstagram starry nights, sunsets, little moments, deep conversations & special feelings 💖🃏
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iamdannaschwarz pov: you were there to witness the first conversation 🤣
itsvittoriasousa never knew a person could blush that hard 😂
yourintagram you are both getting blocked 🙅♀️
fioamato 🃏🃏🃏
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APRIL 09, 2020
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yourinstagram Quarantine with an aussie boyfriend: turns out, 'G'day mate' is the only greeting you'll ever need. Who needs handshakes anyway? Also, you get to excessively use the word 'mate' without being judged. It's basically a linguistic free pass 🤷🏽♀️😂🇦🇺
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user: OMG OMG IT'S FUCKING HAPPENING!!!! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!
user: Dan-Y/N nation how we feeling today? 😍
user: wasn't she dating sebastianyatra tho?
user2: nah they've been friends for years
user3: «cristina» is lowkey about her tho 🤭 "you were 19, i was 23"?? and there's a 4 year age gap between them?? they deffff had something going on a few years back AT LEAST 👀
user2: who knows maybe they did, but they refer to each other as "like-a-brother" and "like-a-sister" so as far as we know they are only best friends 🤷🏽♀️
fioamato what do you say titi yourmomsinstagram does it get the seal of approval?
yourmomsinstagram 🤔🤔🤔
yourinstagram she face-timed me and told me to pass the phone so she could talk to him. They talked for an hour. They are besties now, she's just trying to play hard-to-get 🙃
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fioamato 😂😂😂
jbalvin encantado de verte feliz hermanita ❤️
danielricciardo tell your boyfriend he's really lucky 🤙🏼
yourinstagram thanks will do, mate 🤙🏼
user OMG??? you guys are so unserious 😭
user2 MOM??? DAD???
user3 danielricciardo yourinstagram i'm glowing, flourishing and thriving 🥰😭
michaelitaliano shitty accent though
yourinstagram I love my haters ❤️ you guys are my motivators ☺️ btw don't you have a kangaroo to fight?
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APRIL 29, 2020
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yourinstagram Spanglish country…we’re doing it!! Watch kanebrown_music and I blend sounds, languages and dance moves in #LostInTheMiddleOfNowhere (Spanish Remix) 😜 song and video OUT NOW 🔥
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iamcardib OKAAAY MAMAAA 🧊🧊🥶
lali ALTA DIOSA 🔥
user she 👏 never 👏 misses 👏
itsvittoriasousa BRO U ABSOLUTELY ATEEE
user jaw drops to floor eyes pop out of sockets hearts out of chest 😍
danielricciardo wow caliente 🔥
user the amount of unwell I am in this exact moment
user2 daniel is right. muy caliente 🥵
user3 i'm losing my mind over 2 words + emoji okay
user4 daniel stop being a cunt and make an appearence in one of Y/N's ig lives
user5 user4 you could totally hear his voice in the last one lmao
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danielricciardo Just a bunch of life 🤠🚜🇦🇺🇺🇸
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yourinstagram awesome taste in music mate 👍🏼
danielricciardo big fan of hers 👍🏼 love finding new underground artists ☺️
user imagine calling THE yourinstagram an "underground artist" lmaooo
user2 they're both such little shits i love them your honor 😭
kristenanniebell ❤️❤️❤️
scottyjames31 I see you're in good company mate
corey_wilson goodness I miss the ranch so much
user daniel said lemme give you thirsty bitches a few droplets of water
user2 there's so much to unpack here omfg
iamdannaschwarz you're welcome 😌 also there's a no-return policy in the contract ok bye
fioamato you're welcome 😌 x2
itsvittoriasousa you're welcome 😌 x3
danielricciardo nah i think i'm gonna keep it for a long while thanks. i'll rate you guys with 5 stars 👍🏼
user3 THE LETTER ON THE LAST PHOTO ???? I'M SENDING Y'ALL MY THERAPY BILLS
user4 THE MATCHING RINGS PLEASE!!!!!!! 😭😭😭
user5 all this soft launch shit is killing me guys help somebody let them know that we already know so they can stop playing!!!
yourinstagram but where's the fun in that babes? 😌
user holy shittttt!!!! y/n ???? i- 🤯
user5 OH MY GOD!!!! HI MOTHER AJKFFLAHDASD
user2 it's a fucking confirmation!!!! dan-y/n nation we got it!!! it's crumbs but we got it!!!!!
user6 we stan a suportive bf ☝️🤩
user7 999 for grammy's best album of the year ✨manifesting✨
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Smooth Operator- a Carlos Sainz Jr Instagram au
Pt6 Monaco
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CarlosSainzJr55: see you soon
Valentina_Senna: see you soon 😌
KellyPiquet:😘
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F1Gossip: Brazilian model and daughter of Ayrton Senna, Valentina Senna has arrived for the Monaco Grand Prix. This marks her second race attendance of the year, Miami being her first.
Valentina has stated in past interviews that going to races is hard for her due to her family’s history with the sport. She rarely goes to a race, even her home race of Brazil. Before last years Brazil GP, the last time she went to a race was 2014.
Could her new friendship with McLaren driver Lando Norris and Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz Jr have something to do with her sudden attendances?
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Usernames: watch out there’s a new queen of the paddock!
Username: she’s not a wag and yet she’s attended multiple races
Username: not a wag “yet”
Username: girl what?!?
Username: yeah, I see her and Carlos getting together
Username: Carlos?! But he just broke up with Isa??
Username: yeah, but that man is not staying single for very long. Plus Valentina flew from Paris to Barcelona when she found out they broke up. There’s something definitely happening between them. Maybe not at the moment but they are definitely gonna end up dating.
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CarlosSainzJr55: P2 baby!! It was a tough race but we managed to prevail! Third podium of the season! Thank you to my family and those whose support means everything to me.
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Username: Let’s fucking go!!!!
Username: 🔥🔥🔥
CarlosOñoro: Vamos Carlos!!
Valentina_Senna: Excelente trabajo!!!! (Amazing job)🍾🍾
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Valentina_Senna : Carry me home
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Valentina_Senna: About last night
Tagged: CarlosSainzJr55, LandoNorris, LuisinaOliveria, LilyMuniHe, AlexAlbon, MickSchumacher, EstebanOcon, PierreGasly, Franciscacgomes, CharlesLeclerc, CharlotteSine, DanielRicciardo, LewisHamilton
Photo creds: our wonderful DJ LandoNorris
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Valentina_Senna: poor baby
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LilyMuniHe: wifey
Valentina_Senna: 💍💍
AlexAlbon: ummm excuse me?
Valentina_Senna: ur excused 😁
Franciscacgomes: mommy? Sorry mommy?
Valentina_Senna: 💋💋
PierreGasly: so you’re just gonna steal my girlfriend, idk someone might get a little jealous Val
Username: PIERRE?!?
Username: sooo we’re just gonna pretend we didn’t see Val’s story??
Username: yeah Valentina who was that man
CarlosSainzJr55: 😳😳 hermosa (beautiful)
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Username: AYO WHAYT CARLOS?!??
Username: what?? What happened??
Username: Carlos just called her beautiful!! And then deleted the comment
Username: I fucking told y’all
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so i watched a movie called Half Nelson last night, for which Ryan Gosling was nominated for an Oscar in 2006. it's about a middle school teacher struggling with a drug addiction who forms a deeply inappropriate relationship friendship with one of his students after she catches him using.
i have no pertinent craft thoughts about this film (you can read my Ryan Gosling Summer craft essays in this month's newsletter) but my notes for this particular movie became as unhinged as the movie itself, and i thought i'd share them.
because my handwriting is mostly illegible, i've provided a translation and context below each note.
Jesse Pinkman vibes
Calculator watch!
Dan (Gosling) is basically a proto Jesse Pinkman in this movie. and he wears a calculator watch. it's worth noting that during the sex scene later, there is an inordinate amount of attention placed on said watch, and i honestly can't tell if that's supposed to be funny or not.
Gets high, goes to a bar, starts lecturing girls about pedagogy
this is the only part of the movie where i liked Dan, because i too lecture on pedagogy when i'm high.
Broken Social Scene ass soundtrack
just found out that Broken Social Scene did in fact score the film.
"I cleaned up," he says before railing a line of cocaine
no context needed.
"Are you a communist?"
"It's just not cool to be a Nazi anymore, baby."
HE IS GRINDING AGAINST HER AT A DANCE?
I trust Anthony Mackie way more than this fucker
Bloody nose in class
Dead cat?
This is so hard to watch.
i don't know how to provide context for this. i had such profound secondhand embarrassment that i could barely keep watching. the succession of events goes something like: Dan has sex with a woman who asks him the next morning if he's a communist. they have a conversation about politics. we skip to a middle school dance/mixer where Dan dances very inappropriately with the 13 year old he's "befriended," Drey. by this point the movie makes it very clear that their relationship is inappropriate. Dan gets high behind the school building and offers to give Drey a ride home, but she goes with Frank (Anthony Mackie) who is a drug dealer but a way better guy than Dan, even though he's trying to get her to sell drugs for him. Frank is trying to save Drey from Dan; Dan is trying to save Drey from Frank. the next day, Dan gets a nosebleed in class and later comes home to find his cat dead? for some reason? i don't know. it's all so painful.
[a graph of Ryan Gosling's characters, with bad to good as the X-axis and likable to unlikable as the Y-axis. Dan Dunne, the character in this movie, is in the "good, unlikable" quadrant.]
to pass the time i created this handy little chart, which puts Ken (Barbie) and Lars (Lars and the Real Girl) in the likable/good quadrant, with K (Blade Runner 2049) and Noah (The Notebook) slightly below them, Sierra Six (The Gray Man) and Dean (Blue Valentine) in the likable/bad quadrant, Jacob Palmer (Crazy Stupid Love) in the bad/unlikable quadrant (sorry i know i have followers who love this movie but womanizing just really pisses me off, even though he does grow as a character by the end), and Dan Dunne (Half Nelson) in the good/unlikable quadrant, even though i kind of changed my mind by the end of the movie.
i forgot Handsome Luke (Place Beyond the Pines) and the driver (Drive), but i think they'd both be close to the center but in the bad/likable quadrant.
For all this movie's faults, burnout drug addict middle school teacher Ryan Gosling pouring an entire pot of coffee into a thermos is a LOOK.
this scene had very little context and i have none to add.
[Ryan Gosling movie] checklist
shirtless
mommy issues
misunderstood loner
falls for cute blonde girl (CBG)
good guy made to do bad things
inappropriate relationship
still bored, i made a checklist. Ryan Gosling's characters are always at least three of these, with "shirtless" and "mommy issues" prevailing. also "cute blonde girl" isn't a description as much as a flat character type that fascinates me.
HE BUYS FROM HER WTF WTF WTF
okay during what i found to be a both boring and torturous film, a scene happens that made me go "oh, i get why he was nominated for an Oscar for this." Frank has gotten Drey to start selling for him, and she goes to a motel to drop off, where she finds two sex workers, some random guy, and her history teacher, Dan. this is the third time she's caught him using but he's always kind of guilty and apologetic about it, and my interpretation is that a lot of their "friendship" has to do with him trying to earn back her admiration. but this time, he's on the bathroom floor and he just gives her this look, the patented Ryan Gosling "i'm in love with you" look which is probably why he's the romantic lead in so many things, and hands her a wad of cash. and it's so wildly fucked up to see that look used in this context, weaponized, because it's not to her, it's to the baggie she's holding.
the whole movie is very much a critical commentary on white savior narratives. i have no idea if it's a successful commentary, or even if it's a good movie, but i can safely say i've never seen anything like it. i don't think it's aged well, overall i don't think it's Gosling's best performance even though many people believe it is, and i absolutely don't recommend it.
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Can I just say how refreshing it is to have people like you in this space who are able to talk about Lewis and his performances in a balanced, rational way? I feel like you're really good at not turning a blind eye to certain factors in order to make him fit into your own personal perception/narrative but also don't violate boundaries that we should all have when talking about strangers on the internet.
Especially as of late, every time a weekend goes to shit, aka this season in a nutshell, I see one section of fans baby and defend him to the death like he's not an accountable, stable 40-year-old having a bad day at work, all while screaming blame at Merc, GR and the wind and drooling on their tinfoil hat folding instructions with a crazed look in their eyes.
And then there's the "look at me not being a cult member yea-sayer and being able to criticise my own driver" camp who are almost disrespectfully harsh to the point where I question whether they ever cared about him or just liked being on the winning team.
So I really appreciate being able to come here where logic and critical thinking aren't extinct, these odd parasocial relationships with drivers are frowned upon and analysis based on facts and respect prevails over speculation, crudity and sensationalism. Thank you very much for being here, you're making this space a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
(PS: Also love the rewatch series btw, for the same reasons).
I tend not to post asks that praise me because it feels a bit like patting myself on the back and ahsgwgwgshwj but thank you very much I'm genuinely happy you're having a good experience here and that I'm contributing to it and it makes me feel all fuzzy inside to know this
I just wanna use this as a reminder that finding like-minded people and sticking with them is much more important and enjoyable than getting into arguments with people who are interacting with whatever hobby we're into in a different way than us
I don't personally claim I'm rational or balanced because I'm 100% sure I'm biased as well, we all are, but I'm an analytical person and this is just my way of doing this and life in general and this is what I like. I'm not here to tell anyone they're not doing "liking F1" the right way (and btw if someone's idea of fun is getting into arguments with people who think differently or enjoy F1 differently then you do you I guess but you'll probably end up blocked on my side) I'm just here to do what's fun and enjoyable to me.
If it's fun and enjoyable to you as well then I'm very happy we can share this together!
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Tuesday, August 23, 2022
In Texas, resentment builds as border crackdown ensnares local drivers
(NBC) The web of state highway troopers that Texas Gov. Greg Abbott has woven at the border has ensnared local drivers pulled over by officers searching for smugglers and people who’ve slipped across the border. Abbott’s election-year attempt to thwart illegal immigration, called Operation Lone Star, has vexed some residents in small towns and counties where the number of Texas Department of Public Safety troopers has increased along with citations of drivers. In Kinney County, where Brackettville is the county seat, citations more than quadrupled, from 1,400 in 2019-2020 to more than 6,800 in 2021-2022, more than in any other Texas county. The number of officers working in this county of 3,674 nearly tripled, from 14 to 41, an NBC News analysis of Texas DPS data shows. As citations climb, residents decry a loss of freedom and civil liberties as they are pulled over for what they and civil rights groups say are questionable reasons and grilled or searched without probable cause. The stops are increasingly seen by some residents as targeted at Latinos or at people who fit a stereotype. Many officers are from other parts of the state with smaller Latino populations.
Why women are dancing in solidarity with Finland's prime minister
(NPR) People posting pictures and videos of themselves partying online has become a political statement for some women. In social media feeds, women are showing themselves dancing, singing or holding a drink to show their solidarity with Finnish Prime Minister Sanna Marin. She has been under public scrutiny after videos of her dancing and singing with friends circulated on the internet. Those videos were meant to be private, according to Marin. "I have a family life, I have a work life and I have free time to spend with my friends. Pretty much the same as many people my age," Marin said, according to the Finnish outlet Yle. Some criticized her behavior, questioning her maturity and competency. Others called for Marin to take a drug test, which she took on Friday in response to the criticism. The test results came back negative on Monday, the Finnish government wrote on its website. The reaction to Marin's behavior struck a particular chord for some women who feel that in both their personal life and in politics, they are held to an unfair standard.
Ukrainians long to go home as war drags on
(AP) On March 8, nearly two weeks after Russia invaded Ukraine, Taisiia Mokrozub took her infant son, parted from her husband and joined an exodus to safety in Poland. She believed the war would end quickly and she would be home by May. But a half-year later, with shelling near a nuclear power plant in her hometown of Zaporizhzhia, and the front line so close, the 36-year-old’s husband is telling her to stay in Poland with their now-11-month-old baby. She now dreams of being home by winter, hoping Ukraine will have prevailed by then against Russia’s onslaught. As the war reaches the sixth-month mark Wednesday, many refugees are facing the sad realization that they will not be going home soon, if they have homes to return to at all. With missiles falling even far from the front line, many wouldn’t feel safe yet, even in areas under Ukrainian control. So they are biding their time, waiting for the end of a war that shows no signs of ending soon, longing for home and refusing to think too far into the future.
What Russians See in the News: A War Over Western Plans to Subjugate Them
(NYT) “Vesti Nedeli,” the flagship weekly roundup of Kremlin-controlled television news, recently portrayed a long history of predatory Western powers coming to grief when they invaded Russia: Sweden in the 18th century, France in the 19th, Germany in the 20th. Enemies now seek to reverse those losses, said Dmitry Kiselyov, the show’s host, blaming the West for the war that Russia instigated in Ukraine. The goal to finish off Russia is “centuries old and unchanging,” he said. “Here we are on the defensive.” In the six months since Russia invaded, the state media’s emphasis in reporting the war has gradually shifted. Gone are predictions of a lightning offensive that would obliterate Ukraine. There is less talk of being embraced as liberators who must “denazify” and demilitarize Ukraine, though the “fascist” label is still flung about with abandon. Instead, in the Kremlin version—the only one most Russians see, with all others outlawed—the battlefields of Ukraine are one facet of a wider civilizational war being waged against Russia. The reporting is less about Ukraine than “about opposing Western plans to get control of Mother Russia,” said Stanislav Kucher, a veteran Russian television host now consulting on a project to get Russians better access to banned news outlets. The United States is the main antagonist, with Europe and NATO its lackeys.
Russia blames Ukraine for nationalist’s car bombing death
(AP) Moving quickly to assign blame, Russia on Monday declared Ukrainian intelligence responsible for the brazen car bombing that killed the daughter of a leading right-wing Russian political thinker over the weekend. Ukraine denied involvement. Darya Dugina, a 29-year-old commentator with a nationalist Russian TV channel, died when a remotely controlled explosive device planted in her SUV blew up on Saturday night as she was driving on the outskirts of Moscow, ripping the vehicle apart and killing her on the spot, authorities said. Russia’s Federal Security Service, or FSB, the main successor to the KGB, said Dugina’s killing was “prepared and perpetrated by the Ukrainian special services.” The FSB said a Ukrainian citizen, Natalya Vovk, carried out the killing and then fled to Estonia.
Police file terrorism charges against Pakistan’s Imran Khan
(AP) Pakistani police have filed terrorism charges against former Prime Minister Imran Khan, authorities said Monday, escalating political tensions in the country as the ousted premier holds mass rallies seeking to return to office. The charges followed a speech Khan gave in Islamabad on Saturday in which he vowed to sue police officers and a female judge and alleged that a close aide had been tortured after his arrest. Khan himself has not publicly spoken about the latest charges against him. However, a court in Islamabad issued a so-called “protective bail” for Khan for the next three days, preventing police from arresting him over the charges, said Shah Mahmood Qureshi, a senior leader in his Tehreek-e-Insaf opposition party. Hundreds of Tehreek-e-Insaf members stood outside Khan’s home on Monday in a show of support as the former premier held meetings inside. The party has warned that it will hold nationwide rallies if Khan is arrested while working to try to squash the charges in court.
China broils
(1440) China’s monthslong heat wave officially passed the 70-day mark over the weekend, the longest continuous stretch of high temperatures since the country began recording such data in 1961. State officials said more than 240 cities saw temperatures over 104 degrees within the past week. The heat has been particularly acute in the central land-locked province of Sichuan, home to more than 80 million people and a number of manufacturing facilities. More than 80% of the region reportedly relies on hydropower, and government officials ordered operations at most production facilities in the area to shut down last week to preserve power. Residents have been asked to keep air conditioners just under 79 degrees. Among other effects, receding water levels revealed 600-year-old Buddhist statues, while Chinese scientists have launched an experimental cloud-seeding program in an attempt to induce rain.
US, S. Korea open biggest drills in years amid North threats
(AP) The United States and South Korea began their biggest combined military training in years Monday as they heighten their defense posture against the growing North Korean nuclear threat. The drills could draw an angry response from North Korea, which has dialed up its weapons testing activity to a record pace this year while repeatedly threatening conflicts with Seoul and Washington amid a prolonged stalemate in diplomacy. The Ulchi Freedom Shield exercises will continue through Sept. 1 in South Korea and include field exercises involving aircraft, warships, tanks and potentially tens of thousands of troops. While Washington and Seoul describe their exercises as defensive, North Korea portrays them as invasion rehearsals and has used them to justify its nuclear weapons and missiles development.
Philippine kids back in school after 2 years lost to virus
(AP) Millions of students wearing face masks streamed back to primary and secondary schools across the Philippines on Monday for their first in-person classes after two years of coronavirus lockdowns that are feared to have worsened alarming illiteracy rates among children. Officials grappled with daunting problems, including classroom shortages, lingering COVID-19 fears, an approaching storm and quake-damaged school buildings in the country’s north, to welcome back nearly 28 million students who enrolled for the school year. Only about 24,000 of the nation’s public schools, or about 46%, were able to begin in-person classes five times a week starting Monday, while the rest will resort to a mix of in-person and online classes until Nov. 2, when all public and private schools are required to bring all students back to classrooms, education officials said.
Raila Odinga challenges presidential results in Kenyan Supreme Court
(CNN) Presidential candidate Raila Odinga has formally filed a petition challenging the election results in Kenya's Supreme Court on Monday, according to one of Odinga's lawyers, Daniel Maanzo. Odinga's coalition claimed it had enough evidence in the petition to prove misconduct by the electoral commission after the August 9th presidential election that resulted in a narrow win for Deputy President William Ruto. The Independent Electoral and Boundaries Commission's results said Ruto, 55, won with 50.49% of the vote against Odinga's 48.85%. This is Odinga's fifth time running and third time challenging his loss in presidential elections through the Supreme Court, having filed a case after the last two elections in 2013 and 2017. If the seven Supreme Court judges rule in favor of 77-year-old Odinga, they could order a recount of votes, a fresh election, or award Odinga the presidency.
Cyberattacks
(Financial Times) Cyber security has eclipsed tumultuous financial markets as the biggest concern for the world’s largest sovereign wealth fund, as it faces an average of three “serious” cyber attacks each day. The number of significant hacking attempts against Norway’s $1.2 trillion oil fund, Norges Bank Investment Management, has doubled in the past two to three years, according to its chief executive Nicolai Tangen. The fund suffers about 100,000 cyber attacks a year, of which it classifies more than 1,000 as serious, according to its top executives. “I’m worried about cyber more than I am about markets,” Tangen told the Financial Times. “We’re seeing many more attempts, more attacks [that are] increasingly sophisticated.” The fund’s top executives are even concerned that concerted cyber attacks are becoming a systemic financial risk as markets become increasingly digitized.
Sleepy pilots?
(Foreign Policy) Two Ethiopian Airlines pilots have been suspended for reportedly falling asleep at the controls of a Boeing 737-800 and overshooting the airport where they were supposed to land. According to a report from the Aviation Herald, the pilots were awakened by an on-board alarm. The plane was then landed safely. The incident came as airline workers have been warning of the threat of fatigue, brought on by grueling hours and haphazard scheduling. Ethiopian Airlines has yet to confirm whether the pilots were asleep, but said any “corrective action” will be taken after an investigation.
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Hey, I was wondering can I request a prettymuch imagine where you are dating nick and you go with the boys to a video shoot and you go on live to give the beanz a sneak peek 👀👀
Good News - N. Mara
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›› Synopsis: Being nick’s girlfriend and hanging out with him and the boys on set, so you go live and give them a sneak peak.
›› Genre: Fluff
›› Paring: Female Reader x Nick Mara
›› Warnings: nothing
›› A/N: sure I can do that I just hope it’s well written for you, I’ve restarted this request too many times lmao, enjoy!. And grammar errors or anything you want me to change please feel free to tell me in the comments.🤍
Shoot after shoot, you were starting to get bored with sitting there. But you had to be honest with yourself it was been a while since you've seen the boys, so anytime spent with them was a fun time. From diving out of an airplane with them for Nick's birthday, to proclaiming Austin's first kid, the last bit of 2020 has been extremely fun.
Nick waltz over to your frame luring you in with both hands on the couch ”what you doing ma” his lips looming your temple; lobbing his body subsequently to you his arm embroiled around your middle ”just glimpsing on Instagram, how's your shoot going?” you lay your phone face down lending him your scrutiny, but nick dips into your neck clutching your thigh down to your calves. Making you let out a timid scoff, your hands deposited on his chest to impede him from going any further. For your sake.
”stop prevailing a flirt for once” you titter at him, Nick frowns with that significant smirk blatantly spread across his skin ”not when you gazing like a meal, and you're mine?” nick’s eye inciting butterflies to transpire in your chest, the crimson stain across your ears and cheeks. ”whatever, what you come over here for?” the oscillations in your throat thundering against your chest, further fueling nick’s cockiness. Nick adored to drill your nerves and turn you into the biggest nerve wreck.
His smile appearing a trivial vaster than before ”came to check on you ma, am I tolerated to do that?” his eyes easing your frame in an elevator motion ”yeah you can” scampering closer to him your head places on his shoulder.
”I'm so excited to get music out to the beanz” nick starts, you caress his arm tenderly hearing nothing but his wants fill your ears, Nicks voice, when he was serious, was calming and assertive. “Did you hear what I said ma?” Nick hands grabbing your face to look into his eyes ”hm?” your voice came out weak. ” Hmm, I knew it” his lips disjoin scantily you could feel his body heat securing you your eyes darted at his jawline feeling your heart jabbing against your chest all you could hear was your volatile breathing. His tongue flowed past your lips mashing your body against the couch, his fingertips drenching into your waist so neat.
The environment felt voiceless until someone solicited his name ”yo nick! Where you at? We gotta get back to shooting” vacating you breathless his eyes form in a crescent before he was away. ”I'm right here!” nick walks out of your view. With your hand on your chest, you clasp your phone again going back to social media. You've been at set for hours, so you decided to get on live.
Fixing your clothes as it was starting up, you see tons of people start flooding in ”hello everyone how are you?” you smile at the hearts and lovely comments.
”where are you?” you read, countering you flipped the camera showing them the set “I’m at the set with the boys for their music video” dismounting off the couch you reveal them your favorite room they filmed in “I like this room, the purple lamps are my favorite part honestly, and the plants too they're great, even though there fake”
”can we see your outfit?” you read ”sure, it's nothing special just casual” you pan your camera in front of the mirror. Seeing the hearts float up on the screen made you smile ”thank you guys”
”babe!!” nick screams your name, hearing the sounds of his sneakers gliding across the floor ”im in here!” you yell back to him, further apologizing to the ones watching for being loud. Looking at nick in the mirror he walks behind you clapping your ass with one hand.
”ow! Babe, I'm on live” you remind him ”say hi disrespectful” nick nuzzled his head in your neck, holding your body firmly against him, ”hi everyone” he mumbles
”why you acting shy?” you pick at him ”im not, I'm just tired, I haven’t talk to you all day” smiling the comments flood with ‘🥺’ and ‘mom and dad’ , one comment that sounds out to you, you read it outloud. ‘Nick you’re doing great and I can’t wait for prettymuch 2.0’ you read for Nick. His head tilts up smiling at the camera.
“Thank you guys for still sticking around, I know it’s been a drought with our music but trust me it’s worth the wait, wanna say a lot of things but you’ll have to wait and see” you lean into his arms, unconsciously he wraps them around you middle “I’m telling you guys, it’s super dope what they got planned, couldn’t be more proud of them” Nick looks down at you with the eyes he shown you the first time he said “I love you” , matter of fact he always looked like that. And it’s true Nick really did love you more than he let off, Nick is more of an action versus word person, so even though he doesn’t say it, he does mean it.
“Okay guess imma get off live and I’m going to spend time with the short stack, he’s being a whiny brat” you announce , Nick pulls away giving you his signature side eye, followed by a smart remark. “I’ll show you a whiny brat in a minute” , panicking you look at the chat “okay!!! Goodbye everyone I love you all” ending the live you hide your face in his chest earning chuckles that passes his lips “what you so shy about” his hand ghosting over your lower back.
“You’re too much”
“Maybe, but I’m just enough for you” scoffing at his words you push him away walking out the room “can we go home?” You ask, not hearing anything from Nick you turned around
Feeling your feet being lifted off the ground and you stomach laid upon his shoulder.
“Did I ever tell you how good you look today” Nick mummers to you, “no, but thank you” walking towards the door Nick announces to everyone he’s leaving, feeling embarrassed by the scenario you’re in you hide your face shyly waving goodbye. “Can’t wait to cuddle you ma” setting you on your feet he opens the door for you covering your head to prevent you from hitting it. When he arrives in the driver seat instantly his hand hooks in between your thighs.
“So proud of you baby” you caress his chin, your nails leaving soft scratches on them, his smile growing larger by every stroke “hmm thank you mamas” the ride home was serene, mainly with you complimenting him on his new record deal and album, there was so much you wanted to talk to with his fans, but you kept quite letting them release the news first. When you guys arrived home, you laid on his chest feeling his soft lips on your cheeks and his fingertips scanning over your lower back.
“I’m so thankful for you, I love you so much” Nick whispers in your hair “I love you more” pressing a final kiss on his lips before drifting off to sleep.
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I Forgot That You Existed : Chapter Five
A/N: Chapter five is here. The pent up tension between our ex-lovers is getting too much for them to handle. As things get heated up they give in to their feelings momentarily. Are they gonna regret it? Or will this reignite their love giving a new dynamic to their relationship? Y/N has been hiding a secret will she reveal it? What implication will its revelation bring in their lives? I hope you like this chapter. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome. Let me know what do you think Y/N has been hiding.
Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader
Summary : It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.
Warnings : fluff, making out.
Mini Playlist : Bad Blood by Taylor Swift, Cheap Thrills by Sia, Break My Heart by Dua Lipa
Tom and El breathing heavily. Tom rolled over to the side placing his hands below his head staring at the ceiling. El scooched into him, placing her hand on his bare chest.
“That was amazing.” El said, letting out a deep breath.
“Hmmm” Tom hummed.
Loud laughter and giggles were heard from your room. As you and Z were literally screaming at the top of your voice singing.
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey!
Now we've got problems
And I don't think we can solve 'em
You made a really deep cut
And, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey!
“They are really close aren't they?”
“Yeah they are soul sisters." he chuckled. "Surprisingly Y/N has been with us since childhood but Z seems to know her more than any of us in such a short time.”
“Because we girls understand each other very well mister. There are some things guys will never understand”
“So you are trying to tell me that I don’t understand you”
“I didn’t say that dummy” El laughed lightly slapping on his chest
Tom and El were startled by a loud thud as if someone fell on the floor as they heard you groaning loudly
"Owww!!! My ass!!" you groaned going into fits of laughter. You and Zendaya were pillow fighting as you lost balance and fell.
“You deserve that bitch” Zendaya giggled.
El smiled listening to your banters “Someone is way too excited and happy” she chuckled.
“You know I think they are perfect” looking up to Tom
“Who?”
“Steve and Y/N, they make a perfect couple. She should consider this relationship.”
“I think it's too early to comprehend darling as much as I know her Steve isn’t her type”
“Why not? I mean their personalities complement each other so well; it will in a way benefit both of them professionally too. She is a world class singer and he is such a skilful event manager if they work it out and get married in future you know what I mean.
“Maybe”
Tom turned to his side, his back facing El. He frowned at the thought of seeing you with someone else. But then El's words struck him, he thought what if that guy was trying to befriend you just for his professional gains. He felt he needed to protect you from another heartbreak. He decided in his mind to talk to you about this tomorrow.
You were all having breakfast. Steve had called you saying he will come to pick you at 9. You chose to wear a cute top with your shorts.
“You look cute in that top Y/N” El complimented
“Thanks El”
“Any special reason?” El danced her eyebrows
“Oh nothing” you shrugged.
“I know, Stevey boy is coming to pick her up” Chloe chirped
“Oh shut up” you blushed.
You went to put your plate in the kitchen sink. Tom was already in there. He thought this is the right time to talk to you.
“Umm Y/N I need to talk to you about something”
“Yeah what is it?”
“I think you should keep your distance from that guy. I mean Steve”
“Umm okay I'll give it a thought. But any reason why should I be away?”
“Because I said so.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. Tom scoffed
“Listen Y/N I’m serious. I..I’m just trying to protect you okay”
“I’m not a baby Tom. I can take care of myself but thanks for your concern”
“Look who is here Mr. Johnson” you heard Ed and ran out to meet Steve.
“ Heyyy you.. you look ...pretty” Steve fumbled
“Thanks. You blushed tucking your hair behind your ear. “let's go then”
“Yeah, after you.”
You buckled the extra helmet Steve brought for you and sat down behind him on the bike. He started his bike and pulled the clutch to shift the gear you jolted into him clutching his broad shoulders tightly.
“You did that intentionally didn't you?” narrowing your eyes.
“You weren’t holding on to me tightly darling” Steve gave you a cheesy smile. You rolled your eyes.
You reached the spot in around 20 minutes. Steve led you to the stage.
“Okay so this is your stage rockstar. Whatever you require just tell me I’ll arrange everything”
You slipped your guitar strap around your shoulder as you started rehearsing the chords.
“You know you should start with look what you made me do. That's really a badass song and maybe finish with something soft and romantic. It will be even better if you give a sneak peek of your upcoming album by performing a new song.” Steve suggested
“That’s actually a great idea Steve! Thanks” You continued rehearsing and completely lost track of time. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands around your hips. You smiled. Steve placed his chin on the crook of your neck.
“Hey beautiful! Are you hungry?”
“Yeah a little” you nodded
“Let’s go and grab some lunch then”
“So should I take this as a simple lunch or an official date?” you smirked
“A lunch date maybe” he shrugged with a toothy grin
Back at the house everybody was having lunch.
“Excuse me guys” El ran to the bathroom feeling nauseous and she threw up. Tom ran to her aid. He came out with her carrying her to their room. Everybody was worried.
You were seated at a nearby restaurant. You both were having a good time eating and chatting; your phone dinged the screen flashed Zendaya’s name.
Come back immediately. It’s urgent
“I’m sorry I gotta go something urgent has come up” you got up from your seat apologizing to Steve
“That’s fine love. I’ll drop you” Steve got up too as he took you home.
You reached home around noon. Zendaya had texted you about what had happened. Everyone was sitting in the living room as you entered.
“How is she?” you asked
“She's fine.. taking rest” Sam stated
“So is she pregnant or something?”
“Y/N?!’’ Zendaya elbowed you looking at you with wide eyes.
“What?! I'm serious; the symptoms you told are either indigestion or pregnancy. And please don't tell me that they aren't sexually active because we got the sneak peek yesterday itself."
“This isn't a joke Y/N” Tom said sternly
“I'm not joking Tom I will never joke on such a serious topic because I'm very well aware of the implications it brings to a person's life.”
Zendaya grabbed your hand and shook her head violently, panic in her eyes to stop you from talking further. You understood what she was trying to say and tried to cover up
“And.. anyways you two are getting married it’s nothing to freak out. I would still recommend her to take the test.”
“It's okay Y/N. I had my period plus I’m on pills so nothing to worry. It was actually indigestion. Sea food really does not suit me. But I don't think I will be able to go to the beach carnival with you guys, still feeling a little unwell.” El said as she came down the stairs.
“It's okay babe you take rest I'll stay with you” Tom went up to her as he ran his hand on her back in a soothing way.
“No Tom, you should go, why miss out on the fun for me.”
“It's okay El nothing is more important than you in my life.” Tom held her hands placing light kisses on them.
“I know bubs and your happiness is my first priority, so go and enjoy for my sake.” Tom didn’t extend the conversation any further and agreed to her.
Now you felt nauseous looking at their cliche tooth rotting romance. You blew out your cheeks and turned towards Steve who was standing at your back.
“Okay then see tomorrow” you hugged each other.
“Yeah bye darling” Steve left
Everyone went to their rooms to get ready for the carnival. Tom was dressing up as suddenly your words reverberated in his mind. He couldn't make any sense out of your words. What did you mean by the implication of pregnancy in a person's life and why did Z abruptly shut you up. He felt as if you both were hiding something.
“Seriously Y/N were you out of your mind?! You were just going to spill everything out.” Zendaya lashed out.
“I know I'm sorry. I just don't know what came over me.” you sat on the bed covering your face with your hands.
“I know babe but you gotta be careful. It's a secret you chose to hatch it down in the darkest corner of your heart, can't let it spill unless you want it otherwise ."
You went and hugged her tightly tears rolling down your eyes
"What would I do without you" you sobbed
"You'll always have me by your side darling, okay now cheer up and let's get ready.”
............................
You all came out of the house. Two cars were already parked outside. You immediately ran towards Harrison's car.
“I'm taking the front seat"You opened the door and sat.
Harrison, Zendaya, Harry and Paddy sat on the back seats
“Who's gonna drive?” you asked confused
Then you saw Tom with the car keys as he opened the door and you both momentarily glanced at each other as he sat on the driver's seat.
You divert your attention outside the window as you feel a tension arise between you two.
As Tom drove the car an eerie silence prevailed. It started to get kinda boring so to lighten up the mood you turned on the car's stereo and connected your phone.
Cheap thrill starts playing
(Come on, come on, turn the radio on
It's Friday night and I won't be long
Gotta do my hair, put my make up on
It's Friday night and I won't be long)
Everyone cheered and started grooving to the music.
('Til I hit the dance floor
Hit the dance floor
I got all I need
No, I ain't got cash
I ain't got cash
But I got you, baby)
Turning a little to your side you took out your phone and started recording everyone singing and grooving. Tom occasionally glanced at you.
(Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
But I don't need no money
As long as I can feel the beat
I don't need no money
As long as I keep dancing)
Unbuckling your seat belt so you got up and kneeled on your seat facing backwards. As you all continued lip syncing loudly and vibing in the car. Tom kept his straight face all the time.
(Come on, come on, turn the radio on
It's Saturday and I won't be long
Gotta paint my nails, put my high heels on
It's Saturday and I won't be long)
'Til I hit the dance floor
Hit the dance floor
I got all I need
No, I ain't got cash
I ain't got cash
But I got you, baby)
A sharp turn came as you all jolted to the right side. You almost lost balance, one hand holding tightly on the head rest of your seat and another grasping on Tom's shoulder. He held your hand tightly to prevent you from losing balance, giving you a stern look. You knew that look very well, he used to give you that look when you were being a brat. You felt a little intimidated and straightened yourself and sat properly again.
(Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills)
But I don't need no money
As long as I can feel the beat
I don't need no money
As long as I keep dancing
I don't need no money
As long as I…….. Song continues
Reaching the carnival you were overcome with nostalgia so many sweet memories you had of this place. Everyone got out of the cars and went in different directions. Out of habit you waited for Tom to park the car and then go inside. When you both entered the carnival ground none of your friends could be seen.
“Guess what our friends ditched us” you pressed your lips together frowning
“I guess so." Tom twisted his lips looking around then turning back to you
"Okay, stay right here I’ll be back in a minute”
“But.. but why? Where are you going now?” you asked confused, tom trailed off in the crowd.
“Huh!” you scowled “am I so bad that he hates to spend a little time with me” you thought. You looked around and thought going into the stalls checking out the stuff. You eventually went when a sparkly pair of earrings caught your eyes. Taking it in your hands you placed them in front of your ears checking in the mirror if they look nice or not.
“I told you to stay right?” you heard Tom say from the back.
“I'm literally near the spot you left me.” You tried to reason.
“Okay here take this.” He handed you a grilled corn. Your face instantly lit up
“Hey thanks.” You cheerfully bite into the corn.
Tom hadn't noticed earlier but now when he saw you carefully your necklace caught his eye it's the same black dahlia necklace he gifted you after filming far from home. A smile crept on his face at the fact that after so many years you had kept it.
You looked up to find him smiling at you “What?” You asked
“Nothing” he shook his head.
It didn't escape Tom's eyes the way you were staring at those sparkly earrings and he instantly knew you wanted them but you were confused if it would be worth buying.
"You like them?"
“Huh? Oh no just looking" you shrugged off
“Oh don't lie to me I know how much of a fetish you have for earrings"
He immediately asked the seller to pack those for you as he took out his wallet to pay.
“You know I can pay for myself” you commented
He grinned "Oh don't worry you can pay me back later by cash or you know by the kindness of your pretty little"
“You finish that line and I’m gonna kick you in your balls Thomas” you were so done with his snarky comments; you were fuming as you stomped away from him.
"Hey Y/N! Wait for me!" You picked up your pace. Tom ran to catch up with you. He stood in front of you blocking your way.
“Here you go" he handed you the small gift bag.
“In no circumstance I'm taking that" crossing your hands and turning your face away annoyed
“Hey, hey listen” he tried to hold your hands stepping closer.
“Don't touch me” you swatted him away
“Okay feisty pants, calm down” he stepped back raising his hand in the air in defeat.
"Oh come on Y/N I was just joking I'm sorry. Here take this. Pleaaase" he pouted.
"Go and give that to El I’m sure she will pay you back nicely like she did last night." You taunted.
"I don’t switch gifts meant for someone else moreover El isn't much of a fan of my gifts she says my taste is like an old man. She would totally figure out I did’t choose these."
“That’s true you are an old man.” corner of your mouth quirked up. Tom stretched his hand to give you the bag you took it lazily.
“Are we cool now?”
“Yeah sort of.” You gave a half shrug.
“Let's do something like old times then shall we?” Tom proposed
“Yeah fine by me anyways our best friends have ditched us so we are stuck with each other.”
You both went to try out different rides in the carnival. You enjoyed the roller coaster the most. After the ride you both sat down on a nearby bench to rest. Meanwhile you were deciding what to do next.
“Wanna have some ice cream?” Tom offered
“Have you ever heard me saying no to ice cream?”you smirked
“Okay wait and don't go anywhere this time.” He disappeared in the crowd. You sat on the bench scrolling through your phone.
“Boo!!” Tom grabbed your shoulders from the back. You were startled, almost dropping your phone .
“God! You scared me” you gasped
He chuckled “here you go darling" he handed you your ice cream. Your heart swelled up by the fact that he still remembered your favorite flavour combo by heart one scoop of chocolate and cookies & cream with lots of extra choco chips.
You both started walking, licking on to your ice creams, your bodies brushed against each other occasionally as you both glanced into the stalls. Tom carefully watched you, the way you licked the ice cream made his mind wander to inappropriate places making him smile internally. You both were passing in front of a gaming stall.
"Wanna win something for your girl?" the owner of the stall threw the question towards Tom.
“Oh no he has a very bad aim” you tried to get away from there as you always thought these games are just a waste of money.
“What! I can aim." Tom retorted widening his eyes.
“No you can't" you argued "And these games are rigged you know that very well Tom" you muttered in his ears.
"What do you want babe?”
“Babe?? " you gave him a puzzled look.
“Just tell me.”
“Okay that big bunny which you always failed to get to me.” You challenged him.
Tom paid the money he had three chances to throw the ring on the small replica of bunny.
“After you lose don’t tell me I didn’t warn you” you quipped
“Yeah, yeah will see that. And if I win, what is my reward?”
“Of course the big bunny that’s what you paid for, idiot” you grinned.
In the first throw he completely missed it.
"See! I told you it was a waste of money" you complained
"Oh! Y/N just let me concentrate" he huffed
The second throw was almost close, you both groaned frustrated. The third throw was a kind of prestige fight for Tom because he knew you were gonna mock him all his life if he loses. You on the other hand were tense crossing your fingers you wished he would win. Tom threw the ring and it went in the exact spot you both cheered, throwing your hands up in the air and hugged each other tightly. Pulling away soon but you felt a slight pull as you noticed the chain of your necklace had tangled with his spider man necklace. Tom struggled to untangle it, you swatted his hand.
"Stop pulling it dumbo, you are going to break the necklace" you grumbled
Tom felt warmth filling his heart seeing you so possessive about the necklace.You stepped closer and slowly tried untying the knot. Both of your breath hitched. After a few seconds you untangled your chains. The seller handed Tom the stuffed bunny.
“Here you go princess” Tom handed it over to you.
“Thanks.” You took it hugging it tightly. You were now more comfortable with each other giggling and laughing in each other's company. Anybody could mistake you both as a lovely couple. Unknowingly you were now holding hands and walking across the carnival.
“Picture for the beautiful couple?" a photographer from a photo studio chirped around from the corner.
“Oh no no we are not..” Tom cut you off
“Yeah sure why not”
“But tom..”
“Come on Y/N it will be fun”
You reluctantly went inside the studio and tried different costumes. You both posed and clicked some silly photos of yourselves.
Finally you caught sight of the rest of your gang, both of you rushed to them still holding hands.
“Hey where were you guys?” you asked
“Hey aah..” Zendaya stopped halfway to look at you, your hand hooked on to Tom’s arm furrowing, her eyes all skeptical.
You both followed her gaze as you realised, you leave each other's hands feeling awkward looking away.
“So what's with the bunny?”
“Oh it's for El Tom won it as a souvenir for her as she couldn't make it.” You lied.
“You guys wanna go on the Ferris wheel? it will be fun to watch the fireworks from up there”
“Nah we are good down here plus we are hungry.”
“Okay then we are going for the Ferris wheel. Will meet you at the parking lot after that.”
You queued up and waited for your turn to buy the tickets. You turned back a little girl caught your attention, she was glancing at you both mostly Tom curiously with her doe eyes. You thought she must have recognised Tom. Tom looked back too. He waved his hand towards her with a smile.
She tugged on her mother’s dress and whispered.
“Mommy, look spider-man” her mother turned her gaze towards you and gave out a light shriek
“Oh my god! Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!! I’m a huge fan of both of you”
You both smiled.
"I'm Claudia nice to meet you"
“Hello.. nice to meet you too” you both greeted the lady
“Where’s MJ? Are you spider-man’s new girlfriend?” the little girl chirped. You and Tom looked at each other chuckling.
“Ssshh!! Don’t tell MJ” you joked. The little girl frowned. You crouched in front of her as you caressed her cheek.
“I'm kidding honey I’m not spider man's new girlfriend I’m his best friend. What’s your name little miss?”
“Vienna”
“That’s a beautiful name Vienna”
“You are so big but you still play with bunnies?” she asked you innocently
Tom stifled a laugh hearing that. You looked at him narrowing your eyes.
“No one is too old for bunnies honey. And this was given to me by someone I love so can’t throw it away can I?" Vienna nodded in approval. You glanced up to Tom.
“Can we take a selfie?” Claudia asked
“Yeah sure why not?” Tom picked up Vienna in his arms as you all cuddled close to take a selfie.
“I heard you are going to perform, is it true?”
“Yes I’m.” You confirmed
“Great!!! Looking forward to attending your concert.”
“I’ll be eager to see you guys in the audience”
"Hey Y/N! come here it's our turn." You heard Tom calling you
"Okay see you guys in the concert bye. Bye Vienna."
Tom had already bought the tickets while you were talking. You got up in your cabin. Sitting close to each other shoulders brushing in the cramped space, it was nothing new though for you two but now the circumstances have changed. The wheel rotated for a couple of times and then it halted as the fireworks were about to begin. Your cabin was at the top so you could get the best view.
“You did this?” you quirked your eyebrow
“Nothing a little extra tip can’t do” he winked. “Wait a minute, it's gonna get better.” He took out his phone and played one of your favorite songs which both of you used to hear.
Perfect starts playing
(I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in
And follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me)
“It feels as if we are teenagers again.” You giggled
The fireworks began as you looked up in the sky in awe. Tom was looking at you the whole time. He had missed your heart warming smile all these years and he felt happy that he was the reason behind your smile. You turned to him to find him already gazing at you with his soft brown eyes.
“I really missed this you know” you gave a tight lipped smile.
“You like it?” he asked softly
“I like it?! I love it!!!” You said excitedly
('Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
Darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you're holding mine)
Tom's eyes never left you. You cuddled close leaning on his chest to look at the fireworks show his hand around your shoulder. He felt heat rushing to his ears his chest pounding as he leaned his head above yours to look up at the colourful night sky.
(Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, we're listenin' to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight)
You felt butterflies in your stomach under his gaze so you straightened yourself looking at him timidly. The atmosphere felt heavy as both of you felt a strong magnetic pull luring both of you. Your body was slightly turned towards him. Your hair blowing in the gentle night breeze.
(Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own)
He himself turned a little facing you, his hands slipped down to rest on your hips as he drew you in. His warm breath falling on your face. He gently brushed away the hair falling on your face tugging it behind your ear and rested his hand on the side of your face caressing your cheek with his thumb. Both lost in each other's eyes. You gazed into his warm brown eyes which were full of love. His eyes flickered between your eyes and to your slightly parted lips. Your faces were just a few millimetres apart, warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as Tom leaned in close, lips brushing together.
(We are still kids, but we're so in love
Fightin' against all odds
I know we'll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I'll be your man
I see my future in your eyes)
Tom pulled you close, deepening the kiss your lips were soft he could taste the chocolate ice cream you had on your lips. You shivered and let out a soft moan. To your surprise you were kissing him back, you felt his warm mouth on yours and closed your eyes, your hands subconsciously went around his neck tugging on to his soft curls. He groaned into the kiss.
(Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listenin' to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight)
A strong passion taking over both of you as you frantically kissed each other. Like the first drops of rain brings relief to a rain deprived parched land you both felt the same way, an euphoric bliss, as if you were thirsty for ages and finally the thirst is being quenched. A million emotions of love, lust, desire surged in your bodies. Neither of you wanted to stop, you just wanted to savour this moment.
(Oh, no, no
Mm
Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, we're listenin' to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
No, I don't deserve this
You look perfect tonight)
The world seemed oblivious for both of you. Both were brought back to your senses when the wheel started to move again. You slowly broke the kiss still in a haze. Your foreheads resting against each other as you both were gasping for air. You looked into his eyes, a panic strike both of you, you immediately pulled away trying to avoid each other's gaze as you looked over the illuminated town. Part of your mind felt so good and didn't want it to end but the other part reminded you constantly that whatever happened was so wrong. The cabin descended down your heart still beating at an alarming rate you tried to calm yourself placing a hand on your chest. The cabin squeaked as it halted, Tom bent low to squeeze out through the small door of the cabin. Wordlessly, he helped you step out of it. It was time to go back so you started walking back to the parking lot. Not a word was spoken between you two throughout the whole walk.
“Oh the love birds are finally back.” Harry joked
Your heartbeat quickened at his remark as you gave a death glare to him.
“Okay sorry, sorry my bad.”
“Haz can you sit in the front? I want to sit with Z at the back.” You almost begged.
“Yeah sure no problem love.”
You sat silently. Tom looked at you through the rear view mirror as he started the car.
“What happened? You look all flushed out are you okay? Zendaya asked concerned
“Did you guys fight over there or what?” Harrison asked, rolling his eyes.
“No nothing like that, just tired actually.The rides were really fun.”
So let's continue the fun. Harrison turned on the car stereo and played from his Playlist.
Break My Heart starts playing...
(I've always been the one to say the first goodbye
Had to love and lose a hundred million times
Had to get it wrong to know just what I like
Now I'm fallin')
Everyone started singing. Zendaya nudged you a little, giving you a questioning look, you nodded your head to assure her everything was okay , smiling and joined them.
(You say my name like I have never heard before
I'm indecisive but this time I know for sure
I hope I'm not the only one that feels it all
Are you fallin'?)
You glanced at Tom through the rear view mirror pressing your lips together in a thin line. You had a lot of questions in your mind. You wanted to ask Tom why? Why did you do that? What does this mean to you Tom? Why couldn’t you control yourself from giving into the kiss?
(Center of attention
You know you can get whatever you want from me
Whenever you want it, baby
It's you in my reflection
Now I'm afraid of all the things it could do to me
If I would've known it, baby)
The air felt suffocating, your throat felt dry as you were sweating. Your mind kept drifting to that heated moment on the Ferris wheel, subconsciously nibbling your lower lip. The whole incident was wrecking your mind.
(I would've stayed at home
'Cause I was doin' better alone
But when you said, "Hello"
I know that was the end of it all
I should've stayed at home
'Cause now there ain't no letting you go
Am I falling in love
With the one that could break my heart?
Oh no, I was doin' better alone
But when you said, "Hello"
I know that was the end of it all
I should've stayed at home
'Cause now there ain't no letting you go
Am I falling in love
With the one that could break my heart?)
You now seriously regret coming here; you really should have stayed at home you thought. That face, that damn face will be the death of you one day, it makes you go weak on your knees. You can't be falling in for him again when you know that a heart break is inevitable.
(I wonder when you go, if I stay on your mind
Two can play that game, but you win me every time
Everyone before you was a waste of time
Yeah, you got me)
Tom himself was having a hard time to concentrate on driving his hands all sweaty. You were all on his mind. As he looks at you through the mirror his eyes instantly goes to your plump rosy lips which he was sucking a few moments ago as if his life depends on it. He just wanted to pull you around a corner and feel your soft lips again.
(Center of attention
You know you can get whatever you want from me
Whenever you want it, baby
It's you in my reflection
Now I'm afraid of all the things it could do to me)
This time you caught him staring at you a chill ran down your spine. He immediately looked away face turning red; heat crept up your cheeks turning pink.
(If I would've known it, baby
I would've stayed at home
'Cause I was doin' better alone
But when you said, "Hello"
I know that was the end of it all
I should've stayed at home
'Cause now there ain't no letting you go
Am I falling in love
With the one that could break my heart?
Oh no, I was doin' better alone
But when you said, "Hello"
I know that was the end of it all
I should've stayed at home
'Cause now there ain't no letting you go
Am I falling in love
With the one that could break my heart?)
.......... Song continues
As you reached home you waited for everyone to get out of the car and go inside.
“Here take this.” You handed out the stuffed bunny to Tom
“It's for you love not for El and you know that very well.”
“Hmm” you hummed looking into his eyes, many unsaid words were spoken.
You both went up the stairs. Standing in front of your rooms you glanced at each other for one last time and went inside.
“I thought that was for El.” Zendaya pointed out at the stuffed toy.
“Yeah I'll give it to her tomorrow.”
“Now you are going to lie to me too" Zendaya scoffed
"I know it is for you. Mind telling me what's going on between you two?”
“Nothing, nothing is going on. Wha.. What makes you think that? You stammered
“Nothing, just you have been acting strange through the whole ride back home.” Zendaya frowned; she knew something was up with you two.
“Oh I must be tired that's why I guess.” You let out fake yawn.
The night was going to be long for you and Tom as you were still hot and bothered needing some sort of relief but none of you are going to get it tonight.
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notable moments from The Lonely Hearts Job
look at nate and eliot being all domestic reading in the pub
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eliot will literally use ANYTHING as a weapon,,, last ep he used an umbrella, this time he used the fucking book he was reading
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eliot grabbing the guy’s arm as soon as it got anywhere near nate
im soft eliot wants to protect his family at all costs
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*guy starts crying*
nate and eliot, visibly distressed: sOpHIE
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Sophie: You don’t have a romantic bone in your body.
(Eliot walks up, laughing)
Sophie: Oh.
Nate: Oh, really?
Sophie: And you’re one to laugh. You don’t even bother to learn their names. They’re just waitress, nurse, stewardess.
Eliot: First of all, it’s flight attendant, all right? They don’t like being called stewardess. And, second, I know their names
okay but I love eliot so much for a NUMBER™ of reasons but one of the things I love about him is that he goes completely against the toxic masculinity trope
he cooks, he likes things clean, but in this scene, it’s yet again established that he listens to and cares about his lovers even if it’s just a one night stand
he doesn’t disregard them, he doesn’t ever disrespect them
eliot spencer drinks respect women juice and I stan him SO HARD for that
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Parker (walks in): You guys having a three-way?
Sophie: What?
Nate: What?
Parker: Three-way fight
she’s trying her best, your honor
also I LOVE how nobody looked disgusted or outraged by her question,,, like the concept of a three way (or three person relationship *wink wink*) is not scandalous or frowned upon by them
especially since the ot3 becomes canon later, idk this was a nice little tidbit that just supported the idea that none of the members of the team had anything against non mainstream relationships and I love that
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Parker: Let’s go steal a sweetheart. (looks at Eliot) No? A widow.
Eliot: Unh-unh.
Parker: No? Spider?
(Parker and Eliot smile at each other)
Parker: Spider
they’re pure, your honor
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Parker (taking pictures with her cell phone) : No matches on Hardison’s software yet. (sees jewelry on an older woman and takes picture) Ooh. Sparkly.
Nate: Parker, no burgling.
Parker: But these jewels, they’re just asking to be taken.
she’s so cute- she deserves all the shiny things
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San Gui: Then let’s meet Austin, Texas, native Jackson Cooper!
Eliot (to Hardison): Austin, Texas? Did you write that? (walks forward)
hardison is a troll
San Gui: All right. Now, not only is Jackson the founder of Baren Oil, he also led the underwater team that capped the well in the Gulf. (crowd oohs) Oh, yes.
(Eliot glances back at Hardison)
TROLL
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San Gui: That’s right, ladies. Let’s give it up for our last eligible bachelor, Mr. Steven Melching. Come on, Steven. Steven comes to us straight from his compound in Silicon Valley.
Parker: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
parker specifically cheering for hardison gave me serotonin
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parker punching hardison’s date in the face and then HOLDING HER BACK BY PUTTING HER HAND ON HER FACE BC SHES SO MUCH TALLER LMAO
+ parker looked so proud of herself as she was carried out by security she’s baby
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parker setting up the con board (idk what to call it) and nate bringing her in on the plans
MASTERMIND IN TRAINING
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sophie in that dress could punch me in the face and I’d thank her
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Hardison: Oh, sure, right. Speaking of which, did you ever find that steak place?
Eliot: The bet’s off.
Hardison: What you mean the bet’s off?
Eliot: The second that we found out they were grifters, the bet’s off.
Hardison: That doesn’t count. You didn’t set --
Eliot: Page 189, rule number 7 in the bro handbook.
Hardison: What? There wasn’t no rules. You didn’t set any rules.
Eliot: The bet is off in a situation where --
Hardison: I’ll be damned if it’s off.
Eliot: All right, then! I’ll make you some prime rib when this is over.
Hardison: Bone in, well-done?
Eliot: Well-done, bone in
they’re both idiots I love them
also they both smiled and chuckled after agreeing on the ribs bc they may fight but it’s not real and they actually love each other
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Eliot, looking resigned: Do you want me to teach you about the wines again?
Hardison: That’s just hurtful. Just -- just making assumptions and presumptions that I don’t know what I’m -- Yes, I need you to teach me about the wines again, yes.
the fact that they’ve had this conversation BEFORE lmao
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the parker being an absolute RECKLESS driver saga continues
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Sophie: True love does exist.
Eliot (raises bottle for a toast): May it always prevail
eliot is the biggest fucking softie and no I will not change my mind
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bruh I’m C R Y I N G
eliot cares SO MUCH about his family
he bought gifts for parker and sophie so that they’d be happy, but also it would help their relationships with hardison and nate
he knew parker would like a plant that “does something” (see s1 when parker said she got a plant and asked hardison “what does it do”)
he got sophie her favorite flowers
and was SELFLESS and took none of the credit
he just walked away and smiled
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also you cannot convince me that he’s not still thinking about parker and hardison ,,, last episode we had the interaction between him and eliot and the whole “that would mean that I’d be thinking about you and parker, which I never do!” debacle
he thinks about them. all the time. just, until that last episode, he never really realized just how much or what it might have meant
and now, here he is, not too long after, working a con where the team is knee-deep in romance
and eliot thrives
he knew what to get sophie. he definitely knew what to get parker. because he listens, he cares. he doesn’t let the little details slide.
when he picks out the fly trap for parker, he smiles to himself because he knows she will like it and it’ll make her happy. and that will make hardison happy.
eliot doesn’t ask for much. he doesn’t think he deserves half of the wonderful life he’s built with his team.
he won’t let himself be happy in the way the couples can, and would never even dream of being with parker and hardison for real, but he can make them happy. and for him, that is enough.
#leverage#leverage 4.15#leverage 4x15#the lonely hearts job#mine#yes i went off on a tangent and NO I WILL NOT BE APOLOGIZING FOR MY OT3 FEELS#notable moments#leverage season 4#season 4
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Keep your Lamps trimmed and Burning
Today, I ask all of you to burn a candle. Set the wick on fire and say prayers or whatever you do to connect with God or the universe. Yesterday, the Wright family lost their son. A baby boy lost his father. Siblings lost their brother. Friends lost a friend.
I need you all to find the will and energy to understand the situations at hand. A young man, lost his life at a traffic stop. Daunte Wright was pulled over for having an air freshener dangling from his review mirror. Everyone will argue that he shouldn’t have resisted. Well, let me ask you this: are you going to step out of the car when police officers tell you “you’re under arrest and we’ll tell you when you get out?” How is that professional?
Are you actually going to step out of the car when law enforcement doesn’t give you ANY reason or explanation as to why you are being arrested?! I’m pretty sure you all will say no. I’m pretty sure you all will ask for a reason until it’s “acceptable” but even then. Do you know how many people are placed in jail for crime they didn’t commit? But that’s another point for another day.
A study made by NYC and the Stanford Open Policing Project that black drivers were about 20% were more likely to be stopped than white drivers “relative to their share of the residential population.” It was also discovered that once black drivers were stopped, they were also searched 1.5 to 2 times as often as white drivers.
Numbers never lie. Unless you change them. So you tell me in light of the events of yesterday, how isn’t this a systemic problem?
I come to the conclusion that media will always lie to make the victims look like criminals. I watched a video of Daunte Wright’s mother explaining her experience of when he was pulled over. It was heart breaking to hear his parents talk about the LAST time they saw their son. Mind you, all of this happening during the trial of George Floyd. Do you see the red wound opening up again for the black community?
How can we can sit here and watch these wounds bleed, when we have the power and resources to make change possible. Yes, change and progress take time. But THIS is history. Black HISTORY has always been sidelined so that white history can prevail and be the “prosperous people of the future”.
They didn’t do shit but rape and pillage land. All Europeans SHOULD acknowledge and repair the damage done on history. Do you think anything has changed over the last few generations? No. It hasn’t changed because people, especially white racist people don’t want to take responsibility. They don’t want to acknowledge the past because they’re scared of losing power and not being in control. Racist white folk want to keep on being the powerhouses. And that’s just not it.
It’s all an illusion. White lies. To pretend that history is behind us. Yeah, tell that to Daunte Wright, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Abrery, Philando Castile, Sandra Bland, Eric Garner, Walter Scott, Michael Brown, Freddie Gray, Tamar Rice, Atatiana Jefferson, Rekia Boyd and the countless others. How many lives could still be breathing today if the system wasn’t against them.
Do you know or understand the deep mistrust with law enforcement and the black community. It wasn’t long ago, during the Jim Crow Laws, towns claimed themselves to be “sundown towns”. This meant that towns could use any means necessary to intimidate and harass black people who stayed in their town after sunset. Most of the time it ended in the death of black civilians. Half these harassments and intimidation tactics were made by white police officers. Killing for sport.
Black lives aren’t animals to be hunted. Yet, that is what history did. There are articles and archives with this documentation. You can look it up or learn about it in Lovecraft Country. So don’t sit here and tell me that racism doesn’t exist.
You have all the tools available for you. Books, documents, archives, movies, music, shows and people’s experiences to tell you about black life in America. So don’t say you didn’t know, because you do, but you choose to see what information is good enough for you.
No, this shit is rough. It’s beyond upsetting. It’s infuriating. It even makes you feel powerless at times. BUT ITS FUCKING IMPORTANT because black lives are at stake. Their lives matter! You use them and abuse them and them kill them without question or thought. White America is nothing but white lies and bloodshed.
America Strived to be the “land of the free” and advertised this to the WHOLE world. This land was never yours. And yet, you expect the rest of the world to bow and kiss your stinky gross white ass feet. No. Don’t get mad because you so called claim to be the all mighty. This is your consequence. People will make it clear how wrong you are, White America.
People aren’t stealing your jobs. You’re lazy and entitled and can’t do absolutely NOTHING for yourself without help. You complain about every foreigner and culture and yet YOU TAKE ASPECTS of all these cultures and say you did it.
Yeah, and what about the Native Americans? What about every population you forced out with diseases and religious conversion? Huh? You still have outcasted indigenous folk. You’ve done absolutely nothing but take from them and black people.
LIARS and MURDERS that’s what history is and it’s people. You can get away with murder and rape. You can storm through the capital without a scratch or bullet. YET all you do is cry like a child when you don’t get your way.
Don’t expect compassion for your sad attempts of understanding. YOU have the resources. DO THE WORK. If it actually fucking matters to you, THEN DO IT. Stop asking your friends in the black community about what to do or how they feel. Pay attention to yourself and make this place better.
As for the Wright Family: I am so very sorry you didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to your son. I am so sorry you had hear your son last words through the phone. I am so sorry that no matter how hard you try to live a happy life, the system continues to be against you.
Your son deserves to be alive. He deserves to be with his son. He deserves joy and happiness and it was taken from him far too quickly. I know that words are never enough to take away your pain. But my heart is with you. My prayers are with you. I will send you all my forces and strength for this difficult time. I will continue to fight for every black life. I will continue to stand against hate. I will make sure people are educated and learn about the racism against black life.
To every black souls lost due racism and violence, may you find ever lasting peace above. 🕊
Links:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sundown_town
https://www.gofundme.com/f/dauntewright
https://www.nyu.edu/about/news-publications/news/2020/may/black-drivers-more-likely-to-be-stopped-by-police.htm
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Meeting Punk!Duncan at a club and having him eat you out in the back of his car because he couldn’t wait to get you home and he’s that good you end up squirting all over him.
Can I just run away with punk!Duncan now? Thank you for the request anon, this made my semi-punk heart very happy! ❤️❤️❤️
The stage was set.
Fugazi reunited for a one-off hometown show at the Fillmore Silver Spring. You finally finished studding the 10-pound leather jacket of your dreams. And you bumped into an intriguing man in the smoking area.
The way his smoke swirled around his head like an ironic halo made your knees weak. The streams danced between his brunette spikes like a spectral obstacle course. The way he inhaled like his life depended on this toke, leaning against the venue wall like he was part of the furniture. The way he grinned as he watched you watching him savour his cigarette.
Wait. He was watching you watching him.
“You okay there, baby girl?” He drawled, shrugging his eyebrows as you snapped back into the real world with a shake of your head. “Need a drag?”
Hell, he even spun his cigarette around in his fingers to proffer it towards you in such a slick manner, he’d put Danny Zuko to shame.
“Sure, thanks dude,” you muttered, purposefully swiping his palm with your soft fingertips as you plucked the cigarette from his hand. Inhaling deeply, more deeply than usual at least, your tongue darted out to find the lingering taste of his lips that rubbed off onto yours.
He tasted like vanilla. Punks don’t taste like vanilla. Punks never taste like vanilla.
“Duncan Shepherd,” he declared as he took back his smoke.
“The Duncan Shepherd?”
He nodded, nervously twirling his lip piercing. “Unfortunately, yeah.”
“Your family’s high up in politics and you’re out here standing in spilled beer and cigs with me?”
He straightened up, towering over you with a menacing grin spread across his cheeks. Snaking an arm around your waist, he cinched you in until his plump lips hovered over yours.
“No place I’d rather be, doll.”
You blushed like a teenager, gazing at his Doc Martens in an attempt to break his Medusa-like stare.
“Does that one work often?”
“Zero percent success rate,” he sighed, leaning back against the wall ever so slightly defeated. “But then again the name is usually a dealbreaker so you’re already bucking the trend.”
“Glad to hear it,” you chuckled.
“So you know all about me already, but I don’t know a damn thing about this beautiful stranger whose lips taste like vanilla.”
Your eyes darted to the cigarette, then back up to his baby blues, a devious grin sneaking across his lips.
“What do you wanna know then, Mr Shepherd?”
“Nothing too sordid. Just your name, where you live and exactly how long it’ll take me to get you out of that bondage belt.”
He leaned in again, this time chasing your lips with intent as you stuttered a response, his hot breaths fanning your hair from your face.
“Y/N, the other side of DC and the buckle’s at the back.”
“I love a straightforward girl,” he cooed, pressing his lips against yours fervently, taking your breath away.
His kiss was so commanding, so deep, the rest of the world around you disappeared into a murmur of indistinguishable voices. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you clasped a hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, triggering a broad smile against your lips. His hands rested respectfully on your hips, drinking in every curve and exploring your existence.
“My place?” He hummed against your lips between thrashes of his tongue against yours. “We can make it back for Fugazi, I’m only a couple blocks away.”
“Fucking deal,” you panted, taking his hand as he led you out to the parking lot.
Before you knew it, you were bundling into the passenger seat of a vintage Camaro SS, slipping out of your heavy jacket while Duncan frantically fumbled with his keys in the dark, a metallic cacophony that suggested your driver was a little too impatient. He shot you a nervous smile as he cursed under his breath, trying every key in the ignition to no avail.
“Fucking piece of retro shit,” he fumed before chucking the entire collection of keys in the air and planting his hand on your thighs. “Fuck this. Get in the back seat for me, babe.”
“Damn, Mr Shepherd, someone’s needy,” you giggled, hooking a leg over the stick shift as Duncan skilfully unbuckled your belt while you manoeuvred in the least attractive way possible. Duncan followed suit while shedding his black jacket and parting your knees to crouch between them.
“If you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d see why I can’t wait to get you home.”
Hitching your skirt around your waist, Duncan moaned greedily as he came face-to-face with your panties and the only obstacle between him and your throbbing cunt were your fishnets.
“May I?” His eyes roved up to yours as he carefully pinched a clump of your tights in both hands until you nodded breathlessly and a curt rip echoed around the car, followed by a victorious moan as Duncan deftly slipped your panties to one side.
“Fuck,” he panted as he greeted your already glistening folds, eyes wide and glassy with lust. He dipped a curious finger into the arousal pooling at your entrance and slicked it on his tongue. “Your pussy tastes like vanilla too!”
“Shepherd, put that silver tongue to work,” you purred, cupping his head in your hands and throwing yours back against the leather headrest.
Duncan’s impatience prevailed as he sank his head between your thighs, latching his lips onto your clit and sucking ever so gently. The tip of his tongue traced lazy circles around your sensitive spot, his stubble burning at your entrance. Your hips bucked into his jaw, back arching as he shifted to slick your entrance.
Humming hungrily against your folds, vibrations sending chills up your spine, Duncan lapped at your cunt filling the car with obscene wet sounds in between your desperate moans.
“You’re so wet for me baby doll,” he murmured, fingers wandering to part your folds and offer his tongue entrance to your heat. “This pussy is all mine, right baby?”
“Yea—yes daddy,” you stuttered between shallow pants as his breaths ghosted over your cunt, spread wide open before him.
Duncan turned his attentions to dipping his tongue between your folds. Stroking your walls in languid motions, he groaned with every thrust as a hand pressured your abdomen to hold down your keening hips.
“Stay still for daddy,” he purred as he trailed a finger between your folds, slipping inside with ease and curling against your walls while his tongue swirled over your swollen clit. Edging you closer to your climax, he added one more finger with a gentle gasp as his digits buried inside you. Sliding yet another finger deep into your heat, Duncan growled as he stroked eager motions that sent shakes down your thighs. Your breaths laboured, blissful and overwhelmed, you balled your hand nestled in his hair and mewled desperately.
“Duncan, I’m gonna—“
“That’s a good girl, cum for me,” he beckoned breathlessly, tongue racing through your folds as your walls constricted tightly.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while an overwhelming spasm spread through your legs, a strong wave of pleasure racing to your cunt as you lost control and sprayed all over Duncan’s face. He didn’t flinch, his eyes simply widened and watched you quiver through your orgasm, back arching and hips jittering uncontrollably while the front of his painstakingly styled hair slowly dipped forward after being soaked. Duncan chuckled under his breath, wiping his forehead as clear droplets brimmed on his brows, trails of your arousal streaming down his cheeks as he grinned greedily.
“Fucking hell babe, you didn’t tell me you could…”
“I—I… I didn’t know,” you panted through sharp, shallow breaths, chest heaving frantically as Duncan grabbed his jacket to dry himself down. You fumbled through your pocket for a post-head smoke, discovering your phone that alerted you to the time you’d spent fooling around in the back of Duncan’s car.
“Dunc, Fugazi’s about to start,” you tapped his shoulders and attempted to close your knees together, only for his large hands to firmly hold your thighs apart and dive right between them again.
“Fuck Fugazi, babe, I need to make you squirt all over me again.”
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Of Burger King Big Macs and Burlap Sacks
Summary: through trials and hardships, your love for taehyung prevails in the least likely of places...
Genre: crack / angst / fluff
Pairings: taehyung / reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: multiple innuendos / mcdonald’s / knife play / major character death / foul language
A/N: back at it again with the white vans schlurp
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69 months is a long time.
69 months working the night shift is an even longer time.
The point is that the night shift sucks and is a long time. Or maybe it’s working at McDonald’s—home to the Chicken Ranch Snack Wrap and the Fruit n’ Yogurt Parfait—that sucks, but honestly that kinda seems like the best part to you. Your friends would say otherwise, but you can’t deny the feeling of pure elation you get in your stomach every time you consume your favorite Quarter Pounder with cheese. Or perhaps that feeling is gas...
Tonight is a particularly challenging night. The amount of customers who enter the building tend to dwindle around nine, so the past hour has gone by slower than the snails inching across the soiled floor by your Crocs.
Your stomach rumbles in anticipation when you glance down at your watch and determine you have five minutes until your next break; however, some nights you like to live life on edge. “To hell with it!” you exclaim, gripping the brown paper bag containing your second dinner and hobbling over to a booth to eat. Who can stop you anyway?
The answer to that question is: customers. Any customer who arrives within the next five minutes can stop you, but you swallow that idea in the same fashion you swallow the chewed up remains of your McDonald’s Whopper Jr.
It’s as you are smacking on a particularly bready piece of bread that your worst fears manifest before your very eyes. Someone—a man—is approaching the establishment. He’s approaching very quickly, you note, before it registers he’s running. Away from what? you wonder, before said man hastily enters.
You nearly choke when your eyes are graced with his form—95% lean ground beef you’d gladly cook up and serve in a nice taco. Your taco, if you have any say in the matter. As if his form isn’t already a five-star meal that Gordon Ramsay cooked up, plated, and served you himself, his eyes are like greasy burger patties—brown and shimmering—behind the ski mask he wears snuggly around his head.
Ski mask!
At the realization, you jump to your feet in an attempt to flee but find yourself winded from the motion. Working out has never really been your thing. In the time it takes you to catch your breath, the man pulls the questionable article of clothing off his head in one swift motion, revealing skin so golden, it puts the chicken nuggets in your pockets to shame. Your mouth waters at the thought.
The man saunters over to the counter, and you subtly check out his nice set of buns. “Why are you looking at my ass?” Or maybe you weren’t so subtle...
You’re taken aback by his accusation, shoving a fist frantically into your pocket to reach for a chicken nugget. Stress-eating is one of your more healthy coping mechanisms. “It’s just right there,” you insist, maintaining eye-contact as you gulp down a fistful of mediocre fries.
The stranger shudders at the sight before glancing around the empty building. In search of other life forms, you assume. It’s too bad your coworker’s body is stewing in his own blood somewhere in the walk-in fridge. You really want to finish your Shamrock Shake. “Is there anyone who can take my order?” he asks when he concludes it is, in fact, just the two of you.
“Yup.” You stand up, brushing the crumbs off the front of your shirt before maneuvering behind the counter. “How can I be of service?”
The handsome young man cards a hand through his sweat-matted hair before scanning the length of your curves and offering a grin. Hell, you think you even see him lick his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he’s checking you out. But you do know better. Men—or women for that matter—don’t check you out. To the world, you’re as appetizing as a piece of warm bologna on the bottom of someone’s dirty work boot. In other words, you are inedible. Despite this, you can’t help but wonder what his intentions are due to the way he bites his top lip and leans in closer. Usually people frown and lean away in your presence. Not him. “I think you can be of service in a few ways.” The man winks as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
You blink at his response. This is a joke, right? It’s late, you’re ugly, he’s hot. This is a joke, you tell yourself. Even so, you’ve never been victim to a prank before. You decide to play along. After all, this could be your last chance to. Not that you think you’re going to die soon. Although the ski mask, in addition to the rips and questionable red staining on his pants and shirt, are the teensiest bit concerning. Not concerning enough for you to be concerned though. “What would you like?” you croon, attempting to flutter your non-existent eyelashes. “I’m at your disposal.”
Although it probably looks like you’re spasming rather than flirting, the man seems very receptive to your words. “Hmm, okay then.” He pauses, scanning your form so intensely you briefly wonder if you forgot to get dressed again. Remembering back to the horrific experience makes your lady-boner shrivel before the man continues. “Can I have a two-piece thigh and two-piece breast?”
“Sir, you do realize you are at a McDonald’s, right? We don’t sell thighs or breasts”—you lean in even closer—“or meat.”
“That’s okay, doll,” he coos sweetly into your ear, and you feel the twitch of your lady-boner reinflating. “I actually have quite a large package of meat on me already.” The stranger is anything but subtle in the way he glances down and gestures towards his crotch, drool glistening around his lips. You briefly wonder what kind of meat he keeps packaged below. Based on the man’s growing bulge, you guess sausage. Maybe even a phat cock—but the lack of talons and feathers make you think otherwise.
“Mmm, I bet,” you moan. “And what would you like to drink with your meal?”
And with that, the man pulls you into a kiss.
Your first kiss.
The sensation of his lips colliding with yours is like velvet plush and moist baby wipes. The feeling intensifies as he presses harder, eliciting a guttural, animalistic moan from the base of your throat. He feels so good. Your skin tingles in the wake of each swipe and caress of his pink muscle known as the tongue. You inhale and suck it into the back of your mouth, coughing and spewing phlegm all over his smooth skin when you inevitably choke on it. You never thought you would ever be locking lips with a man—especially a man you just met...during your shift...at a McDonald’s. But here you are, doing just that, savoring the moment as if it’ll be your last. Not that you think you’re going to die soon. Although the knife he whips out and now presses to your neck is the teensiest bit concerning. Not enough for you to be concerned though.
The cool metal of the blade is a stark contrast to the heated tension between the two of you, and you feel pregnant just thinking about it. He slides the edge of the weapon along a curve in one of your many chins, leaving a slight scratch in its wake. He kisses this better. The sensation is quite delightful.
“Baby, the only thing I want to drink is your cum on my tongue.”
Reluctantly, you pull away, already missing the feeling. “I-I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you admit, head lowering in embarrassment. You know deep down you shouldn’t be embarrassed. There are lots of women in their seventies who’ve never had their first kiss.
“Glad I could be your first.” He winks with an eye. “Get it? Eye.”
No. No you don’t. But you find yourself laughing despite. “Eye...see what you did there.”
“So…” the man begins, “wanna take a ride in my van? It’s white.”
Although he is probably a serial killer, you decide that everyone has skeletons in their closet. And though maybe his skeletons are real, why should you reject him? Especially since he’s the only person to ever show any shred of love for you. Even your parents don’t look at you with the same love and adoration he does.
You maneuver out from behind the counter to greet the handsome man you will forever know as your first love. You hope he will be all your firsts, but you keep this desire to yourself for fear of being overbearing. Without thinking too much, you agree to leave in the middle of your shift to follow a handsome stranger. You’re excited to finally do something spontaneous for once in your life.
Upon your assent, the man throws a burlap sack over your head and swings you over his notably broad shoulder. Kinky. Then you hear the whoosh of his van doors as he deposits you in the back. You feel flustered with the realization that you are now inside his big, hard, white van.
“So, how long is it going to take until we get where we’re going?” you ask after he hops into the driver’s side.
“I’m quick and fast, baby. It won’t take me too long to finish.”
“I like it quick and fast,” you say, letting out a soft moan. He takes this opportunity to rev the engine before speeding out of the parking lot. He snarls, feeling feisty.
As you hop out of his van and pull the sack off your head, you’re greeted with the decrepit interior of a cabin, sheltered in darkness and the depths of the surrounding forest. As you scan the room, you inhale stale air and dust, and the sound of your coughs scare a few rats out of hiding. They scurry and squeak around the damaged, rotten floors.
Beside you, the man rubs the back of his neck. “It’s not much, but this is where I take care of all my lovers.”
“I’m so excited,” you tell him. But a thought strikes you. You reach for his hands, rubbing the crusted blood off the backs of them with the pads of your wrinkled thumbs. “You haven’t even told me your name,” you whisper, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Curse that Filet-o-Fish.
The stranger in front of you—no longer a stranger after sharing fLUiDs—will soon reveal his name and your heart seizes in your chest at the prospect. This is love, you think before you realize that no, no it isn’t love. Your heart is seizing for a completely different reason. Your body is deteriorating. 69 months working the McDonald’s night shift has finally taken its toll on your frail body. You are dying. You stumble forward, gripping at your chest as some means to demonstrate where the pain lies. The man lunges forward, catching you in his arms as you fall, but—unsurprisingly—your weight is too much for him to handle, and he tumbles backwards, hitting his head on the rickety flooring. Fuck, you’re struggling to breathe. The love of your life cradles you in his arms as you wheeze, gasping for air.
“Fuck, baby what’s wrong?” your handsome lover cries, positioning your head on his lap.
You wheeze, attempting to find the words to say, but they’re trapped with that bloody Filet-o-Fish. Maybe you were asphyxiating to death. You don’t know. You really should have paid better attention in health class...and probably just school in general. “Please—tell me your—name,” you plead between moments of choking on your tongue.
“I’m Taehyung,” he sobs, moving his hands from your hair to grasp his own. Your untimely death seems to be affecting him greatly—the fact that he is probably a psychopath notwithstanding. “And you?” he barely manages to get out. It seems that he has a burger lodged in his throat at the moment too.
“Y/N,” you sputter. It’s the last sputter you ever make.
Taehyung goes still at the recognition that your body has stopped gasping for air. He should be used to this by now, being a McDonald’s worker himself and all, but you are different. After what seems like an eternity of a silence thiccer than it is long, Taehyung sighs. Only one word manages to slip past his ketchup-colored lips.
“씨발.”
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