#daniel p. gross

[evermorepeyton]

“if we had menstrual cycles do you think we’d get our periods at the same time?” first of all Yes, second of all Phil Lester I LOVE YOU you keep asking the right questions and also he continued this by saying “there’s nothing wrong with menstruation, dan” he is so special to me

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

not to victim blame but maybe if you closed your gay little mouth every once in a while and stopped smiling like an anime school girl seeing her crush all the goddamn time your mouth wouldn’t get spit in 🙄

[mariocki]

Brannigan (1975)

"Well, if it was up to me, I'd get some men out thumping on the streets, passing out some 'e pluribus unum'. That's what ninety percent of police work is today."

"The murder rate in your country, I'm sure, gives ample testimony to your superior police methods."

[mickyschumacher]

[APHRODISIAC CHOCOLATES! PT.1]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: they say you should learn something new every day. in oscar's case, he learns he should really read the fine prints. or in which oscar's secret santa gift comes into use. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), protected sex (for the 1st time ever here) childhood lovers (bc oscar IS this trope), face sitting/riding + consent, p in v, teasing, oral sex, mutual orgasms, (over)consumption of aphrodisiacs, mentions of spiders :(

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x gf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: as usual, proofread-ish. for the majority who thought aphrodisiacs and oscar sounded good... hope you like it! ♡︎

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Summer cleaning. You did it every January with Oscar when he came back home to Australia. The reasons you did it? Well, it gave you some peace and the pure free time you had with Oscar was limited. It didn't sound that fun but every year, you managed to make the most of it by reminiscing all the old memories you made, the past year or long ago. The bonus side: you kept things clean!

Last January you had both found an old scrapbook of Oscar and you that you had poorly made with the glue sticks that bare stuck no matter how much you slathered onto the paper, various croppings of coloured paper, loose glitter that hung on by a thread, and the cheapest driest markers you had found (you both thought you took them from primary school).

As horrifically it was made, it was sweet, sending you back down memory lane. The part that made the best was the secret confession in the back of it Oscar had written down with his god-awful six-year-old handwriting. Upon seeing 'really' spelt 'rallllly' and 'pretty' as 'pritty', it was safe to say, Oscar rushed to put the book back as quickly as you found it.

"Babe... what happen to cleaning?" Oscar queried, hand resting on the top of step ladder with raised brows as he looked down at you on the floor. He was moving around the books you stored at the top shelf of

You were sprawled on the floor, relishing the cool breeze the fan brought you. "It's 30 degrees, bro. What do you want me to do? I'm tired. The air outside is warm. It's gross," You complained, feeling your skin stick to the floorboards.

Oscar narrowed his eyes at your words, taking careful steps down the ladder now. "First of all, don't ever call me 'bro' again. Because that's fucking gross," He told you, taking your hand and pulling you up from the floor. "Secondly, you are sugar crashing. We probably should've had lunch an hour or so ago."

You pouted at the sound of sugar, slumping against Oscar's shoulder. "Why are we doing this?" You groaned.

Oscar chuckled, holding you tighter against him. "We're doing this so you don't call me in a few weeks and scream about spiders popping up everywhere."

You curled your lip in annoyance, pushing yourself off of him. "You suck," You retorted, walking over to your fridge. You took a moment to savour the cold air radiating from it as you opened the door before searching for something cold to eat. Your heart deflated at the mostly empty fridge. You hadn't been able to go shopping because everyone was either closed or had close early. You didn't even have any ice cream! The sheer audacity...

Your eyes flickered over your options before a red box caught your eye. You gasped, taking out the container and dangling it in front of Oscar. "We still need to finish these!"

Oscar turned his head towards you, recognising the red box quickly. It was part of the pack of sweets Daniel had given him for Secret Santa last year. To be honest, Oscar didn't have that much of sweet tooth. At least, he had nothing on you. He knew the moment he got it, it was going into his suitcase with prayers that it didn't melt in the Oceanic heat during transit.

While spending Christmas with your families, you, his sisters, and Oscar (mostly you) had taken the liberty to consume most of the candy. By the time you had eaten all the candy canes and small bits, the sight of the mere red box of chocolates made all of you feel sick. So you put it inside your fridge, saving it for some other desperate time. And said desperate time had soon come around in early January during your summer cleaning.

While Oscar would've preferred actual food to eat, he too was at his wits ends. When he nodded, he watched you excitedly come towards him as if you were preparing for your sugar rush.

You sat next to him, knee-to-knee. Opening the box without thinking too much, you both began eating the variety of chocolates. They were in various shades of brown and white, topped of with edible glitter or other candy. You were more than halfway through the box before you wondered what the different flavours were. You popped another into your mouth before closing the box to turn to it's back.

Raspberry... hazelnut... cinnamon.... maca root... epimedium?

Wait what?

"Oh fuck." You heard Oscar whisper.

You raised a brow, lowering the box, still finishing the piece in your mouth. "What's wrong?"

Oscar winced, sucking in a sharp breath before turning the front of the box to you, index finger pointing at the fine print underneath the brand's name.

APHRODISIAC CHOCOLATES.

Effects dependent on the amount eaten and the person. Eat at your own risk.

Your eyes widened, hand almost dropping the box. "Oscar... there's like three left."

Oscar's mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. He pondered the gift. No wonder Daniel was smiling so weirdly at him after he received his gift. That plus his incessant texting, asking whether he had finished all the candy. Shit...

A nervous laugh fell from Oscar's lips as his ears turned red. "I mean... it won't work, right? Surely... this is a scam... a gimmick?"

Your mouth was dry. "Let's check online, hmm?" You told him, taking out your phone. Oscar shuffled closer next you, eyeing the screen cautiously. Typing the product name into the search bar, you felt your cheeks become hot once the results came pouring in.

The best chocolates for sex in 2023!

Horny chocolates for horny lovers. See our favourites!

Viral aphrodisiac chocolates reviewed to be really good.

You pressed your lips, clicking on the last link. Your eyes skimmed the page. You could hear Oscar read the reviews, voice getting louder with every passing second. "Was unsure but no regrets... Bedroom was on fire.. more than... t-three rounds?! Be careful how many you consume... effects stronger with more consumption.... lasts up to three hours?!"

You laughed awkwardly. "S-Surely not. I'm mean not that it's terrible but we still have cleaning to do. I'm sure these are fake reviews... you know like to disguise drop shipping." It was a poor excuse slipping from the likes of your mouth but it was an excuse nonetheless.

Oscar nodded slowly. "Right... cleaning! Yes, that's... that's it! We should probably do that," He told you taking the box out of your hands and putting it to the side.

You and Oscar weren't necessarily awkward or shy about sex. You communicated perfectly well. But the concept of eating aphrodisiac chocolates that were given by his co-worker much less a fellow Australian definitely sent the both of you down the lane of uncertainty.

To be honest, you weren't feeling anything anyways... yet.

Together, the both of you had managed to get all the cleaning done. The thought of the chocolates were long gone after you had multiple Daddy Long Legs come out of the attic, half scaring you to death and sending Oscar into a fit of laughter (although he wouldn't admit he was terrified for a brief second).

Having enough and thrilled you were finished, you were both down to take a nap in your bedroom with all the doors closed and the aircon on blast.

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Your nap was going great. It was so good you were sure the red lines of your sheets were embedded into your skin. You were dreaming... it was hot and sticky, it was in the shower for a second and the beach the next and Oscar's hands were all over you.

But all goods things must come to an end.

Especially if it means waking up in Oscar's arms, ass pressed against his hard cock and his hips rutting against you.

With sleepy eyes, you tilted your head to capture a glimpse of Oscar who looked wide awake with a sheen of sweat covering his face. His arms around you tightened when he met your eyes. You furrowed your brows. "Os.. did you not sleep?"

A strained sigh fell from his lips, releasing his hot breath onto your shoulder. "How could I? You were moaning my name and these fucking chocolates are killing me here. God, you sounded so good, baby," Oscar whispered, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

Your eyes closed naturally at his touch. You were sure you were already wet from the dream but the tingling between your thighs was intensifying. "Oscar," You softly whined.

His hips jerked against you, making you both moan quietly. "I need you, sweetheart. Let me eat you out... please," He pleaded, feeling his cock impossibly tighten.

Clenching your thighs together, you nodded frantically. At your notion, you watched Oscar peel himself away from you. You couldn't hide the shock on your face when you discovered he had already removed his pants long ago. He had been grinding into your ass naked. His cock stood straight, skimming the surface of his lower stomach. It looked different. Angrier... harder... not necessarily bigger but it stood as if it was ready to ruin you.

Oscar eagerly spread your legs with both of his hands, cursing when he saw the patch of wet darkness on your shorts. Carefully, he took away your short, leaving in your panties which were fully damp and clinging to every possible fold of yours. "Shit," He muttered, fingers gingerly pulling the front of your underwear so it was tightly pressed against your pussy.

In his peripheral, he could see your legs squirm, getting antsy for his touch. If he was being honest, Oscar could barely think straight. All this aphrodisiac in his system had sent him overdrive. He couldn't tell what he wanted to do first. Whether he should rub his cock against you so the both of you came like two virgin teenagers going at it for the first time... if he should just fuck you to oblivion or whether he should eat you and find every crevice till you were shaking against him and begging for more..

"Ride my face," Oscar simply stated, peeling away your underwear to reveal your bare pussy. He clenched his jaw, restraining himself from taking you right then and there.

You gasped at the intrusion of cold air on your hot folds. Oscar had said something... what was it again? "R...Ride your face?" You shakily whispered. "A-Are you sure? I... don't you need to breathe?"

In any other moment, Oscar would've laughed lightly. But his need for you was far too strong. He nodded, moving to the side so he laid on his back. "Baby, I've never been so sure of something in my life. Trust me. I've got you," He assured, lust thick with his promise.

You sucked in a sharp breath, unable to mull over the proposition because your answer was already clear by the way your pussy was clenching around nothing and your arousal had increased ten-fold. You moved over Oscar's body, hovering over his face. His hot breath sent a shudder up your spine while his hands naturally placed themselves on your hips, slowly pulling you down, legs on either side of his face.

A groan slipped out of his lips. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating Oscar. He could've sworn that he was fucking pussy-drunk.

Your mouth fell open upon feeling his nose against your clit and his warm tongue flat against your folds. "Oh, fuck," You moaned, thighs tensing around Oscar's face.

Oscar lapped at your juices, slurping all he could while he explored every crevice of your folds. His head jutted against your legs, nose sloppily knocking against your throbbing clit.

Your hands flew to his brown locks, tugging at the sheer pleasure running through your body right now. Any tension or worries you had about suffocating Oscar had melted away, hips already leaning in to put as much of your weight on his face as one could humanely allow, rocking your hips to get even more friction.

His tongue dragged up your folds, finding your swollen bundle of nerves as he came up for air. Oscar just couldn't help it. The urge to get a taste of you shuddering against him was overwhelming. But as he sucked your clit gently, his brown eyes of his flickered up to your face and what a sight it was.

You had completely lost yourself.

Eyes clamped shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, sweat littering the surface of your skin, nipples hard against your shirt... fuck. If he knew you would feel and look this good, he would've made you ride his face ages ago.

Despite losing your senses, your body still was restraining from putting your full weight on him. Oscar could feel it as you tried to lift yourself in the attempt of self-control, making him chase for your pussy. But the rise of your hips came one too many times and Oscar had enough, fingers tightening around your thighs with an ironclad grip, holding you close to him.

You squirmed against his hold. All those chocolates... you had both eaten them because you were hungry. But Oscar had only become more starved and thirsty as he drank you as though he was dehydrated. You were so wet that his tongue was practically swimming between each fold.

Hips rutting against his face, your head fell back as his lips moved back to your clit, suctioning the bundle of nerves while stars began to invade your vision. You had barely said anything, so lost in the pleasure, forgetting to praise his art. It was like your brain was so dazed that it wouldn't sync up to your mouth, only allowing for your whimpers and moans to join the lewd slurping of Oscar's.

You couldn't care anymore. The stars were so close... you let your full weight rest on Oscar, making him grin against your heated cunt. Your grip on his hair tightened, the coil in your stomach snapping as his movements became sloppy, drool seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Your body is trembling against his face, convulsing around his tongue while the only thing you can manage to let out is a series of broken moans and obscenities under your breath.

Oscar feels you fall limp, muscles tired from tensing and exerting more energy than usual. He slowly lifted you off of him, shifting you next to him as both of your chests heaved with deep breaths. His head fell against the pillow. "I could do that till I die."

You swallowed the saliva that had built up in your mouth, nestling into the pillow. You let out a soft laugh but it slowly died down once the seriousness of Oscar's tone finally registered. Your eyes travelled down his cock, standing angrier than ever, leaking with pre-cum. From what you were seeing, Oscar must've been in pain.

You shifted closer to Oscar, sweaty skin sticking to his own. You peeled off your shirt, sighing at the cold air skimming your breasts. Without a second thought, Oscar's hands were on them, groping and fondling them. Back arching, you fell closer to his touch, pushing yourself into him.

He was distracting you.

"Oscar," You whimpered at the squeeze of your nipple in response. "Fuck me."

Oscar's hands paused, eyes flickering to you. His breathing had gotten quiet all of a sudden while his eyes darkened. "How?" He asked. "H-How do you want me to fuck you?" His voice cracked slightly with the heavy strain of lust–well, partly the aphrodisiacs-weighing it down.

You pulled yourself away from him, sprawling yourself comfortably on the bed. "However you want."

"Fuck," Oscar groaned, eyes closing at your words before pushing himself up to remove his shirt. He moved to hover his body over you. His hooded eyes flickered over you, full with admiration. You looked like a hot mess. His mess... that he made. You were going to kill him.

His brain must of been short circuiting, however. He blinked blankly at you. "Shit, I don't have a–"

You interrupted him by reaching under your pillow, dangling the foil-wrapped packet in his face. Oscar slowly took what he was looking for from your hands, eyeing you with furrowed brows. "You just keep condoms under your pillow now?"

The sudden comment made you break into laughter, making Oscar's struggling to keep his heart at bay. You nodded your head, quietening down. "Yes, specifically for this occasion."

"When a friend gives me sex chocolates?" Oscar raised a brow, voice full of ridicule.

"Yep! Precisely."

Oscar rolled his eyes, shaking his head. You were bad at joking but to him, you were the world's best comedian. He tore the wrapping, hissing at the sudden contact as he rolled the condom onto his shaft. He blew a deep breath from his lips, sweat-ridden hair doing little to move out of his face.

His eyes fell to your still swollen pussy... so enticing... "I don't think I'll last long," Oscar admitted with a grave mumble, a flush of red scattering across his neck.

You smiled softly. "It's okay. You already gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life... you can fuck me till you can't cum anymore."

Oscar's cock twitched against his stomach. He sure liked the sound of that.

His hands darted out to roam your body, embracing the feel of every curve or bump he could get his hands on. He heard your sharp inhale as his fingers danced around your v-line. Me too, he thought to himself.

Oscar couldn't take it anymore. He was practically blue-balling himself at this point. He lowered himself over you, feeling your hot breath envelope him. His cock slowly pressed against your folds, making both of you pause at the warm feeling tingling up your spines. "Shit," he groaned, watching your engorged folds try to grip any bit of his cock. "You're seriously going to kill me."

"A girl's gotta try," You teased, breaking into a small whimper as Oscar dragged the tip of his throbbing cock to your hole, skimming your clit along the way.

Your mouth fell open upon feeling Oscar pushing his hips into you. His cock entered your warm folds, stretching the tight walls of your soaked cunt. Your head lolled back into the softness of the pillows while a high-pitched whimper slipped past your lips.

Oscar grunted as he fully unsheathed his cock, bottoming out as much as he could. The feel of your pussy clenching around him with a vice-like grip was sending over him already. He could feel every part of you, hips flushed with yours while the tip of his cock nudged your cervix.

He began with shallow thrusts, rocking his hips against yours. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Oscar swore, eyes fluttering shut momentarily.

You moaned in response, savouring every inch of his cock that came in and out of you. "You fill up so well," You praised, hand travelling to his own to give him an affirming squeeze.

Oscar missed your lips. It felt like he hadn't touched them in a long time even though he had probably spent over half the morning with them today. Sloppily, his lips travelled across your jaw and met your soft pillowy ones. He could hear your muffled moans in the kiss as he rutted into you. Shit...

"Oscar," You whispered with a high mewl upon feeling his fingers roll your nipple in between them. You were going to kill him? More like he was going to kill you.

But you weren't lying. His cock was indeed filling you so well, having you clench around him like there was no tomorrow. You felt so... full... those fucking chocolates...

Speaking of which... Oscar was over these 'aphrodisiac chocolates' or whatever the hell they were. They were making him insane. Every moment he ever spent with you, whether it was on a date or in bed, he always felt like he was being driven insane (in the nicest possible way, of course). But these chocolates... it felt like he was aware of everything. Every reaction... every part of him was on fire... everything was amplified... ten-fold, no, a hundred.

You were both on the crest of your climaxes. Oscar could tell by the way you were gripping him, the sudden reduction of your words, and the dazed look in your eyes. And you could tell by the stutter of his hips and the twitch of his cock.

Oscar bent his head down towards your legs, spitting directly onto your bundle of nerves. Fuck, now your hips were stuttering as well, the familiar feeling of the coil in your lower abdomen unravelling. "Oscar, fuck, I'm going to–"

Oscar doesn't even have the decency to let you finish your sentence, hand rubbing dizzying circles on your clit, hips increasing it's pace, sending you flying into your second orgasm.

"Oh, shit, shit, that's it, baby," Oscar encouraged, fighting to keep his eyes open as the waves of pleasure began drowning him. You were just squeezing his cock so much. Your mouth is wide open as Oscar's hips faltered against yours. He rushed to take his cock out, hand jerking off the engorged shaft to spill every single drop of his hot white cum onto your stomach.

For a moment, it felt like the effects of the chocolates had worn off as Oscar collapsed on top of you without a single thought going through his mind. His chest heavily rose up and down, your chin nuzzling into his collarbone while he soothingly patted your head.

You both laid like that for over ten minutes, saying nothing, just revelling in each other's presence, naked.

"I think we're going to have to thank Daniel," You joked, finally regaining your words.

"Later," Oscar sucked in a sharp breath. "Like three hours later."

You furrowed your brows, looking up at Oscar, only for him to be looking down. Following his gaze, your eyes honed in on the object capturing both of your attention.

"Oh..."

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[leclercwriting]

enchante | daniel ricciardo social media au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem reader

you are daniel's new enchante model (and secretly, his girlfriend)

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enchante

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caption: new model and collection. say hi to @ y/n.user !

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danielricciardo: welcome y/n!

y/n.user: hii

user74: she is so pretty!!

y/n.user: thank you sm xx

user36: i though that enchante had enough models

user4: maybe she's special to daniel

y/n.user

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danielricciardo: 🦋

user6: THE CAPTION AND DANIEL'S COMMENT??

user67: they're dating for sure

user5: she looks like his sister lol. gross

y/n.user: guess we ain't looking at the same person

user46: SHE SILENCED THAT HATER

landonorris: hiii y/n

y/n.user: gosh you're such a fan lando

danielricciardo

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y/n.user: you're welcome bae xx

user6: OMG THEY'RE DATING FOR SURE

user5: so this is a soft launch of their relationship?

maxverstappen1: no

danielricciardo: maximilian

y/n.user: I love drama

user4: y/n is just enjoying the attention

y/n.user

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landonorris: I KNEW IT!

danielricciardo: u didn't

y/n.user: no.. u didn't. U thought that I'm his long missed sister

user67: LMAO

user99: I'm so happy for danny. He's finally happy

maxverstappen1: congrats dude

danielricciardo: thanks maxie

y/n.user: MAX EMILIAN STOP FLIRTING WITH MY MAN

danielricciardo

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user8: he's finally done with f1

user88: omg I'm so happy for them

landonorris: u deserve this bro

maxverstappen1: finally

user7: max is so real

danielricciardo and y/n.user

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landonorris: CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!!

y/n.user: thank u lando

danielricciardo: xx

maxverstappen1: congratulations from me and kelly and P!!

danielricciardo: thanks mate

y/n.user: thanks guys!

user56: omg!!

user89: they're endgame for sure

user6: now only baby

danielricciardo: don't scare us

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caption: we had to wait for this announcement because of some problems at the start of the pregnancy, but now everything's okay, and we're happy to announce that another ricciardo is on her way.

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landonorris: I'm gonna be an uncle!!

danielricciardo: you're still a kid yourself landinho

y/n.user: no way I'm letting you alone with my baby

user7: HER??? OMG ITS GONNA BE A GIRL

maxverstappen1: congratulations guys!

danielricciardo: we're gonna be good dads emilian

kellypiquet: so happy for you girlie!! we need to see each other

y/n.user: yay i can't wait to see our babies grow up

user6: no way daniel and max are gonna become dads in 2025

user88: maxiel becoming dads is so wholesome

[f1fnatic]

BUT I THOUGHT SHE WAS UNFAITHFUL? ⤿ d. ricciardo 3

→ ( in which. . . ) you star in a movie as the lead actress. in said movie, you date your co-star. the fans of your boyfriend don't like the idea, so they spread rumors in response to you and your co-stars friendship. but, little do they know, it's not you they should be worried about.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) social media au

→ ( face claim. . . ) sydney sweeney

→ ( pairing. . . ) daniel ricciardo x actress!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) rumors of cheating, eventual cheating, cyber bullying, language, toxic fans

→ ( author's note. . . ) this was sitting in my drafts for so very long and i just finished it in class, i am so happy i am able to post something after such a long hiatus. I hope you enjoy! see end for more

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happy to announce that anyone but you in theaters NOW! go watch it >:)

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y/nlover ugh cannot wait to watch!

alexademie pretty pretty girl

y/nnnn all you lexie :(

danielricciardo so unbelievably proud of you roo ❤️

y/nnnn thank you badger ☹️

glenpowell such an honor to work with you!

y/nnnn i can say the same!

y/nhater don't you think that her and glen are too close to be co-stars?

y/nhater2 i'm thinking the same thing there's no way she didn't cheat

y/nfan wtf are u talking ab? y/n would NOT do that to danny they are happy together

lewishamilton free tickets 👀

landonorris 👀

maxverstappen1 👀

charles_leclerc 👀

y/nnnn sonypictures what do you think?

sonypictures I'm sure we can work something out.

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words cannot express how proud i am of you, my love. you have poured so much blood, sweat, and tears into this movie. i know it has been hard, especially the long shoot hours, the frantic facetimes in between scenes can vouch for that and so can the texts. i will definitely miss the on-set pictures/updates.

i love you so much y/n. i don't know how i could be any prouder. p.s. i better get a private showing if you know what i mean 😉

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landonorris gross there are children on this app

hunterschafer cutie pies

zendaya is that blond single?

danielricciardo not atm no get in line

y/nnnn danny be nice.

danielricciardo sry love 🫡

y/nfan LMAO

georgerussell63 get a room 🤮

drlover she is such a slut

alexademie actual goals

y/nnnn awe danny i love you too

y/nnnn definitely NOT crying right now!!!

lewishamilton she is lying she facetimed me SOBBING

y/nnn i called you in CONFIDENCE. CONFIDENCE LEWIS.

y/nnnn you are the sweetest, most supportive person i have ever met. i could not have gotten through this without you ���

danielricciardo there is no one else i rather support ❤

y/ndanny they are meant for each other

y/nhater what a fucking whore

y/ndanny2 the best couple

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alrighty, finished! thank you so much for reading, so sorry for the radio silence, ive been super unmotivated and consumed with school 💔 anyways, requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

[whimsicalpolitical]

Club // George Daniel x Reader

a/n: first time writing George smut and it’s fun!!

summary: you’re at a club with George and you’re waiting for his set to end to show him how bad you need him

chapter warning: 18+ MDNI, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v (unprotected alley sex), swearing,

based on this request

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The bass reverberates through the club, a pulsing heartbeat that syncs with the pounding in your chest. George is behind the decks with 2 other dj’s, a silhouette illuminated by flashes of neon and strobe lights, his focus intense, hands gliding over the control. As he bobs his head to the rhythm a concentrated smile starts playing on his lips.

You’re in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a blur of friends and strangers, the room thick with the sweet, sharp scent of alcohol and the tang of sweat. The air is heavy, almost stifling, with the mingled breaths of a hundred people packed into one space. Your body moves almost of its own accord, hips swaying, arms lifting, losing yourself in the music. It's impossible to stand still with George's eyes burning a hole through you.

As the song shifts, a familiar, electrifying riff fills the air. Your heart skips a beat. It’s the song where George found you on the dance floor the first time.

You know how the night ended that day. You and George in a dark alley, your skirt hitched up and George buried deep inside of you.

You look towards the DJ booth and catch George’s eye. He’s watching you, his intense gaze following your every move. Under the cascade of flashing lights, his eyes shine with a mixture of pride and amusement. The corners of his mouth lift in a smirk, and then, as if he’s teasing you, he winks.

“God,” your friend grins but rolls her eyes, “you’re eye fucking each other.” You hit her arm.

“Gross,” another friend says, but she keeps on dancing and seconds later they forget about George and you.

A flush spreads across your cheeks, your heart pounding even harder than the bass. The heat of the moment, the intoxicating atmosphere, and George’s attention all combine to make you feel dizzy. You can’t help but smile, a shy but thrilled expression, and you quickly look away, trying to focus on the dance.

He’s driving you mad and you want the night to end how it did when you first met him. You’ve been happy ever since and the sex god. You need him.

“Gonna go see my boyfriend for a sec,” you wave at your friends and before they can prevent you from leaving the fun group, your navigating through the crowd.

"Excuse me" you call out, weaving between bodies with a determination fueled by your desire to reach him.

Each step feels like a small victory, but also a torturous delay. You know he's watching, enjoying the way you squirm under his gaze. The thought only adds to your impatience.

“Sorry,” you mutter, your apologies becoming more urgent as you draw nearer to him.

Finally, you break free from the crowd and stand before him, breathing heavily from the exertion and the anticipation. George's smirk widens as he takes in your disheveled appearance, clearly amused by your struggle to reach him.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he greets you, his voice low and husky, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey," you reply, returning his smile as you start to dance beside him, the music still thumping in the background.

Leaning in close, you whisper into his ear, "So, my friends think we've been 'eye fucking' all night."

George's laughter rumbles through you, his breath tickling your skin. "Is that so?" he replies, his tone ironic and amused.

You nod, a playful smirk playing on your lips. "Yeah, apparently it's been quite the spectacle," you tease, knowing full well the effect his looks have had on you all night. He’s just smirking before tapping some more on the board in front of him.

His shirt clings to him, the fabric damp with sweat, and with every movement, you catch glimpses of his sculpted muscles rippling beneath the fabric.

It's impossible to tear your eyes away from him, from the way his hips sway to the rhythm, the way his hands move deftly over the DJ controls. But it's when he lifts his arms, stretching towards the ceiling, that you feel your breath catch in your throat.

His shirt rides up, revealing a tantalizing sliver of skin, and your gaze flickers downward, catching sight of the waistband of his Supreme underwear peeking out from the top of his jeans. It's a sight that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you feel yourself flush with desire.

You try to focus on the music, on the movement of the crowd around you, but all you can think about is George, and the way he looks right now, all sweaty and disheveled and utterly irresistible.

He catches your lingering gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he lowers his arms and turns to face you. "Like what you see?" he teases, his voice low and suggestive.

You swallow hard, trying to regain your composure. "You know I do," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

George chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I can't say I blame you," he says, stepping closer until you can feel the heat of his body against yours. "But I must warn you, staring like that might be considered rude."

You bite your lip, unable to suppress a nervous giggle. "Sorry," you mumble, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

George's smirk widens, and he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't be sorry," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Just know that if you keep looking at me like that, I might have to do something about it."

You swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the promise in his words. "And what would that be?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

His lips brush against your ear as he replies, his tone dripping with playful menace. "Guess you'll just have to wait and find out," he says, pulling back with a smirk that leaves you weak in the knees.

You had expected him to lean in for a kiss, to fulfill the promise of his teasing words. When he doesn't, you pout, feeling a mix of frustration and longing bubbling up inside you.

"Hey," you protest, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him your best glare.

George chuckles, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "What's wrong, love? Didn't get the kiss you were hoping for?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement.

You huff, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. "You know damn well what I was hoping for," you reply, your tone a mix of annoyance and desire.

He raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Do I now?" he asks, stepping closer until there's barely any space between you. "Well, maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm."

“Is that so?” You retort, your voice low and daring.

Without another word, you close the distance between you, reaching up to grab the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a searing kiss. It's hot and feisty, fueled by months of pent-up desire and the electric tension between you.

George responds eagerly, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matches your own.

You pull back slightly, your hands still gripping the collar of George's shirt as you look into his eyes with a newfound determination.

"George, please," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with an unmistakable urgency.

He looks at you, confusion flickering in his eyes before realization dawns. "What is it, love?" he asks, concern lacing his tone.

“Finish your set early G,” you say, hoping he would drop everything and come with you, just somewhere else.

“Abandon my duties as a DJ because you’re feeling a bit needy?, I don’t know,” he teases.

“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, disappointed but you know he will give in.

“Guilty as charged,” he quips, taking a step closer until his hands travel down your body to find the curve of your ass. "But you love it, don't you?"

“Maybe I do,” You bite your lip, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as you meet his gaze.

"Tell you what," his grin widens, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'll finish up here, but you owe me.

“Anything.” You reply quickly.

George smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning back to the DJ booth to find A.G. He’s whispering in his ear, for everyone around them definitely not understandable.

Your heart is beating heavily in your chest, both excited and nervous about what’s going to happen.

George grabs your hand and leads you to the crowd and you’re just following awkwardly because your mind is else where.

You haven’t even reached the exit when you push him against the wall, hands squeezing his skin under his shirt and your lips on his.

His hands are on your waist, squeezing hard which follows by a shaky breath against his mouth, perfect for him to let his tongue brush against yours.

“George,” you whine, pressing yourself into his body more.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” His pupils are already dilated and he looks even more hotter then 20 minutes ago.

He's on you in an instant, his hand wrapped tightly around your arm as he drags you out of the bar. You let him steal you away, out into the brisk, wintry air that does little to cool your fury or the heat beginning to coil in your core. The door shuts noisily behind your, the feeling soon replaced by the quiet from the street.

“Driving me mad here, fuck,” he groans, leading you away from civilization, to a quiet corner. He’s backing up against the wall, pulling you flush against him again, his mouth crashing onto yours again.

It's getting more difficult to think, now, with the warmth of his body against you, his thumbs shifting higher to stroke your stiffening nipples. He urges your hips forward again to meet his, and you can already feel him straining in his jeans.

“Always ends the same doesn’t it?” He pulls away from you, looking down at your puffy lips. “My girl can never wait.”

You whimper helplessly, unable to curb the way your body's reacting to him, and the soft sound causes something in him to snap. He suddenly backs you up against the hard brick of the bar's exterior and begins to grind languidly into your stomach. 

“Don’t you think I’m being too gentle?” His voice is muffled by your neck, his mouth trailing wet kisses down your collar bone. “Need a bit of patience.”

“Only behaving this way with me ain’t that right?” He’s interrogating you in the hottest way ever.

“Yes George, you're the only one," you moan around your admission. He's still crowding you into the wall, his hands greedily roaming your soft curves.

“‘S right.” His eyes meet yours, darting quickly to your mouth before he leans in to kiss you passionately like he’s rewarding you. It only lasts for a second, one deliciously fleeting second, before he pulls away. “Ruined my set, make it up to me.”

His hands drop from your cheeks so he can unbuckle his jeans. You get the hint and are more than happy to oblige. Sharp gravel bites into your bare skin as you drop to your knees in front of him. He's already so hard under all that heavy fabric and looks desperate above you.

You hastily unbutton and unzip his jeans, not wasting any more of the time, before tugging them down just enough to free his cock.

“Go on love,” you wrap your hand around him and he sighs gratefully, dribbling precum onto your fingers.

"Fucking hot," you finally reply, keeping your eyes locked on his as you lean forward to lick a broad line up his cock. He hisses in a breath through his teeth, his thighs already beginning to tremble, and you brace your hand on one.

You finally wrap your mouth around him, taking it all in your mouth. He let out a small moan, “Christ.”

His hand reaches into your hair to hold you in place. You choke around him, trying to breathe through your nose.

He only gives you a second to adjust before he's fucking into your mouth and biting back a litany of needy sounds that rival your own wet, audible gagging. Your grip on his thigh tightens as your throat relaxes, allowing you to take him deeper, and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing every time he grazes the back of your throat.

Tears stream down your cheeks and he wipes them away with a much too tender swipe of his thumb, even as he continues to force you up and down his cock. But you're too lost in your pleasure to notice anymore. So fucking good, you feel so, so good. But you need more, and you're not willing to pull off of him just yet.

“You’re f-from Heaven, fuck.” His hips stutter and you moan around him.

“Shit,” he mumbles, head shooting up from the brick wall and pulling your head away.

“Fuck me now?” You ask innocently.

The growl that rumbles through his chest is nearly soundless but powerful. An entire night's worth of tension culminating in a single exhaled breath, just before he drags you up and spins you around, pushing you against the wall.

Bracing yourself on the harsh brick, you rush to give him better access, arching your back as he tugs your pants and underwear down to your knees. A callused hand runs upward, following the notches of your spine, while his other spreads across your waist.

He lifts one leg of yours up on his side, to slide his cock through your folds. You gasp in each others mouth at the first contact of him and your wet folds.

George holds your thighs for support, plunging his cock into your wet cunt with ease, bottoming out at the first thrust. You enjoyed the stretching pain and you never had the patience to wait.

Lower lips between your teeth, you slide one of your hands to your clit, two fingers working your arousal, quickly replaced by George’s calloused fingers. You arch your back and moan loudly, “fuck George, move.”

“As you wish,” your hands grip his biceps as he keeps pushing into you, the stretch threatening to break you right in half. The street is filled with the sounds of your love-making--moans, whimpers, gasps of each other's names--mixed with the salacious sounds of your bodies coming together.

“My girl,” Your mind is completely fuzzy, filled with nothing but the feeling of immense pleasure. You can’t form a proper sentence with George fucking you into a wall.

You are clutching onto him, nails raking down his back as he fucks you deeply. "Close," is all you could manage to say to him.

“Yeah? My love’s close?” He sighs, “fuck,” you’re lifting your hips to fuck back into him, causing George to groan at the feeling of your cunt constricting his cock. He lets go of your hair and wraps his arm around your throat, as if he is putting you into a headlock but without the force. still, the action alone is enough to send you into an unexpected orgasm.

His name falls from your lips like it is a prayer as he fucks you through your orgasm. George’s hips starts to stutter as he feels his cock start to throb and that familiar feeling start to grow. He let his body fall over yours, effectively pressing you between his body and the wall.

“You’re perfect," he breathes into your ear, snapping his hips into yours harder than before. "made just for me, weren't you?” He lets out one last gutural groan before he is cumming, pressing his cock as deep into you as it would go.

By the time he pulls out, you are both a mess, more so you than him but still a mess nonetheless, your hair is messy and sprawled all over your face, a trail of drool on the side of your mouth. You try to catch your breath, while he pulls his pants up, fixing his belt and kneeling to pull your pants up as well.

“Ready to go home?” He asks, kissing you one time before pulling you against him, trying to walk to the car. Your body is numb though, legs giving out and almost collapsing in his arms.

“Easy love, let me,” he lifts you off the ground, bridal style all the way to the car.

He takes care of you, putting your seatbelt one, giving you a kiss, getting in the car, giving you a kiss and driving you home and giving you many more kisses there.

[ca-suffit]

sorry how long this is, but this fandom is pissing me off so much and I need to rant a little before I explode lol.

-- madeleine (nonchalantly) says of sleeping with a literal nazi, "I was inviting a frightened boy to cradle my tits," and then when louis turns her we see this as a pleasant memory, and I'm supposed to believe someone who could take pity on a nazi (even if he "wasn't dedicated to the cause") and remember him fondly isn't going to be racist? so I'm the weird one for finding claudeine to be a gross ship and being exasperated by seeing edits of them flood my dash? and every time I talk about this on ANY platform, I mostly get ignored and the few people who do interact w my posts are denying it and saying she had to do it to survive, as if she didn't also literally say she grew up rich like 30 seconds prior.

-- a decent chunk of the anti lestat crowd insists he participated in the trial as an act of revenge and can't say his name w/o talking about how they hate him (bc his racism + abuse), and these are the same people going apeshit over ben daniels saying that santiago was gay and in love with armand, as if he isn't one of the most antiblack characters we've met on the show bc he was quite literally eager to put on the trial solely bc he hated louis for falling asleep during one of his performances. and don't get me started on his monologue about claudia's ashes. and yet ppl are excitedly eating ben's interview up. 🙄

-- the narrative literally showing us that lestat has changed since the attempted murder (going off script on the trial in defense of louis & claudia, taking accountability for his abuse, staying silent about the fact that he was the one to save louis & letting him leave w armand when we know how terrifying being alone is for lestat, spending decades living in that shack and eating rats to punish himself vs the hedonistic & decadent lifestyle we saw him living in s1) and the anti lestat crowd claiming this is just him being manipulative and are furious that the writers had louis forgive him. like normally I agree that it's in very poor taste to paint an abuser as sympathetic, but the thing about this show is that these characters are immortal and have all the time in the world to change. like this isn't the writers sweeping it under the rug, they're explicitly acknowledging how horrific lestat's behavior was and there are literally canon glimpses showing us that lestat has become a better person (and I'm sure this will be fleshed out more next season as we'll get his pov) and, like, isn't it a good thing to see an abusive character realize the error of their ways and alter their behavior and become better????? like it's fair to not want to see that, but this is the wrong show to be watching if you can't handle seeing abusers change their ways & being forgiven by the people they've hurt (especially since it's pretty much confirmed armand/daniel is going to happen at some point and given I'm sure they'll be circling around each other, I feel confident that louis will eventually forgive armand too)

ur fine, u can rant! I have a lot in my inbox but I try to get to it all eventually in whatever way.

idk how much u wanted me to comment on anything or not, but I'm gonna add comments and u do whatever u want with it.

a) ur never going to have an easy time criticizing a white woman in fandom. it reflects too much of what fandom is usually made up of and ppl will usually tell u it's misogyny to judge these characters if u ever try (most of the time it's not, but that's a convenient excuse to shut down convos).

the show intentionally makes everyone do p questionable shit, especially the white characters. it doesn't tell u how to feel about it, that's up to u. that makes ppl uncomfortable. it goes further too when it is someone like madeleine, who is otherwise seen in positive ways. it's reflective of real life and that's what scares ppl the most. nobody ever fits in a box of only "good" or "bad." a lot of what the book for IWTV asks too is what defines that anyways? and S1 also said "are we the sum of our worst moments?" so it is constantly asking u that and it is for u to decide and reflect on.

b) white, gay stuff is also gonna be popular in fandoms. ben daniels is also gay irl and his husband just died so there's crossover from that to praising his character bcuz ppl feel sympathy for him. I also think ppl detach more from his actions bcuz he's not romantically linked to the characters he's torturing. ppl also just honestly dgaf about antiblackness anyways so for most ppl it's easy to overlook. which is how we get posts like this.

I mean, u can also like whatever characters u like for any reason. some ppl like characters not bcuz they support what they do, but bcuz they're just enjoyable to watch in performance or connection to the plot or whatever. I think examining santiago after what ben said about his performance is something ppl should be able to do, and again it circles back to the stuff I wrote for madeleine. where does ur (general u) discomfort lie and why? as u said, if it's ppl who dislike lestat then it's worth looking at that too, why are the characters different then?

c) there's sort of 2 things happening for this part. the first is that 2x8 did have pacing issues, for whatever reasons. a lot of ppl felt like it flattened the plot and characters for the sake of making lestat look the best (over armand) and rly shoving it in out of nowhere. the second part is what u said about the themes. I've always figured they were going to explore forgiveness and personal growth, but I also know it isn't going to be easy for ppl to follow. hopefully the full seasons coming do a better job of this but for 2x8 there were a lot of reasons ppl felt crazy about the way it was shown to us. I also agree that other characters will have these journeys with each other too. it was just such a sharp turn for S2 to end on highlighting the white character we've otherwise seen as being p horrible and suddenly saying "it's the brown character who rly did the worst!" I don't think they intended to come across like that but it's how it landed for a lot of ppl. it doesn't mean ppl have an issue with the concept of forgiveness and stuff otherwise. we'll have to see how it goes. but ya there's 2 things going on there for this rn.

[purplerakath]

Cobra Kai S4-6 - Why Robby/Tory doesn't Work

This is one of those ships that should be really easy to make work, but the show just kind of doesn't. There are a few factors to why this is generally.

The reason is show's focus drifted more and more to Daniel and tanked a bunch of sub-plots there.

But there's also just- a narrative issue the show ran into and didn't even try to resolve. Which is Season 5.

Spoilers, etc, for Seasons 4 and 5 mostly.

Season 4 - P(r)etty Spite

So season 4 actually works! Season 3 set-up some common ground with both having probation officers and both being kind of fed up with happy people with families. Both are good at that thing they like doing (Karate), and bad about letting people in. And their specific 'person of problem' is equally a person the other has a vested interest in.

Tory wants to mess up Sam's happiness, and Robby the same for Miguel (on different reasoning but they don't talk about why they're like this they are just using the situation they are in). This is: good. This works. This I buy into.

Okay, but...

Spite and revenge are not actually the healthy groundwork for a relationship. That's the thing, you'd need to pivot that into something more stable for the relationship to play out. The shared 'world is shit to us and our parents suck' angle would be a good basis.

Except we spend all of Season 5 with them on two wildly different plots. And Tory's plot here is good, Tory discovered she didn't win. Her achievement has no value, and she's mad about it. The sensei that respects her as a person is in jail, and the sensei that cheated her out of even reveling in her victory put him there. So Tory, lil' miss do it all herself trust nobody they all betray you, is doing deep cover investigation shutting out everyone else.

While they do the barest bones 'make Robby and Miguel brothers' plot for Robby (which is fine, it's not bad, but it isn't good). But this means Robby is firmly out of Cobra Kai, he reaches out to Tory, but she rejects it because she's a walking ball of trust issues. So they don't have a lot of screen time to be- you know- together.

Tory's strongest relationship in Season 5 is Devon. They share a bond of dead/dying mothers, they share a love of karate, and they have a complicated relationship with Sensei Kim. And the most tense relationship for Tory is Sam, with their history and Sam realizing as much as Tory was awful to her, Tory has a lot more going on behind the scenes Sam just- did not know about (and could not understand).

So when the finale rolls up, and Robby is still into her there's no actual groundwork for why that's a relationship that matters.

So this is when we cement it in Season Six and- oh NO.

Season 6 rolls up and there are only five episodes where we can cement why Tory and Robby are still into each other. We spend most of them on repeating Daniel and Johnny fights from the past three seasons. The big Tory episodes are:

Finally putting the Sam/Tory rivalry to bed.

Tory's mom dies and everyone fumbles this.

Once she's back on Cobra Kai, on her own again, we get a single awkward Robby scene. Several 'Robby and Tory looking at each other' moments, and a really good Sam and Tory scene where she says 'we're not on the same team but I'm still on your side.'

A scene that, if given to Robby, would have done literally anything to cement them as a couple. Tied in with the very... ill thought out happy ending for the pair of them, it all comes down to being just a bit- gross.

I think that either becoming a pro-martial artist with sponsorships and a career path would have worked, both of them being a branding purposes influencer couple does not.

Which sucks because separately, their final moments of clarity defining who they are as characters work. Robby got cheated out of a victory (again), but instead of past losses (where he feels like he failed), he knows he could have won and knows he already has what he needs to get back up.

Tory, meanwhile, needed to hear confirmation she's loved and isn't alone. Which she got from Robby and the LaRussos. And she needed to kick a few of Zara's teeth down her throat for generally justice related thoughts. Outside of the Influencer couple angle these work.

Could the Show have fixed This?

That's the big problem I have looking this over, my mind leans toward no. Season 5 being Tory on her own really defines that arc for her. There's no way to write Robby into her plan and not make her plan feel less... structured and good. And between Robby and Sam, Sam is the better tension to build and explore in Season 5. Because that's kinda driven both characters since the start of Season 2.

I will also refuse to suggest anything that takes any time away from Devon.

Season 6 they could have devoted more time to Tory's insecurity and put more focus on how she needs to feel supported (and give some of that to Robby). Either Robby making an effort (and Tory rebuffs it because she's bad at things) or Robby genuinely gets to be on her side for things (and reframing all the Kwon vs. Robby to match it).

Fair is fair, I'm a big SamTory shipper so I may be biased. But it would be interesting to try to cement a better basis for RobbyTory within canon before plot makes both of them do stupid things.

[seasonschange32]

I'm trying to watch Athena P lore videos because god are they entertaining and so funny. But here's some shows/movies I would love a lore deep dive on and why:

Inspector gadget reboot - the 'romance' between penny and Talon was so confusing yet endearing. Also, loving how chief Quimby just Disguises himself just to give gadget a misson

Total drama - not only was it a huge fan of gross out humor and has our overlord chris mclain, it literally introduced me to the ' bad boy x good girl' trope before ripping it out and taking a character ( who was literally perfect with another) and forcing them together due to aesthetics.

Transformers: robots in Disguise ( 2015) or Transformers prime - two shows that have fanbases debating ( seriously), each saying why each respective show is better. But other than that, both are fine for what they are and gave me two crushes that I hold dearly.

Mia and me - a fairy show that's not only animated but live action? With the main character having an ability to talk to unicorns? And with one of her bullies DISCOVERING HER SECRET LIFE??

Ben and hollies little kingdom - super wholesome and I love how the humans coinside with the fairies

Max and ruby - there's a tiktoker who made a whole series on why ruby was annoying. Need I say more?

Trollhunters and the spin off 3below - honestly from what I remember, I loved the stakes of the show and how cool the Armour the main character had. Regarding the spin off, loving how the bully I think was into the alien girl

Max steel ( not the 2000s one. sorry) - Max having to come up with the most unbelievable excuses as to why he has to go is cliche but also kind of funny? And the fact that the company Max's dad works for has lore as well is kind of interesting

Dino squad - I actually remembered this show through a cringe compilation of all things and had to add it. From the theme song, to the plotines, to the fact that I had a crush on Laruzo even though he was obviously queer coded ( his Dino form was cool though)

Jem and the holograms - the I am a giant song from the misfits lives in my head rent free. Also, jem practicing trying to reveal to that one guy only from him to yell at her is funny to me

Lolirock - same with jem as revolution is iconic as well as the villians. Plus, why is was eventually taken off

The tinker bell movies - forgot I was supposed to mention movies as well ( sorry). But I love them and how the fairies each have their own abilities ( as well as different kinds). From pirate fairies to winter fairies, it's really cool.

Barbie: a fashion fairytale - I love all barbie movies equally but this...this just takes the cake. What other movie will you see ken making a child cry, fairies with attitude, rotting dresses, and a roller skating aunt?

Zoom (2015) - the trailer showing a scene of the main character and her character arguing is honestly what made me want to watch it ( I haven't but I'm planning on it)

Super hero squad - kid me was laughing my butt off when falcon married his bird. So...

The little prince movie - I didn't even read the book but when I saw that the old man had died, I was emotionally devastated, especially after listening to all his stories which inspired the main character to go find the prince UGHHH

The book of life - is it cliche? Yes. Is it like coco? Yes. Do I like that in the end, the main boy has to sing a guitar version of creep to calm down a bull? Absolutely yes!

Epic - josh hutcherson, beyonce, Amanda Seyfried, Johnny knoxville, an enemies to lovers storyline, a snail, a royal guard having a love for the queen, the enemies being bugs, and ANDD a nerdy dad. That's it.

Rise of the guardians - I absolutely love it followed jack and his arc of being seen and when he finally is, the kid and him are just so excited! Also, the fact that a lot of people are simping for the Easter bunny is a testament to how many people will call anyone sexy.

Daniel spellbound - wanted to add this because there's an awesome creator ( cough cough @bonkalore) who's made an amazing au out of this show and I wanted to see what you thought of it and your theories

Bonus options ( just random one's I think could fit): the rainbow fairies series, Lego friends, the complicated life of Claudia Christina Cortez, sonic underground, drama or sisters ( but any book by rainia would be great), Junie b Jones, stoked, barney, goddess girls, glitter force ( that's what I remember it as), invisible sister, a monster in Paris, Maya and miguel, and Martha)

If you want anymore, let me know!

[creedslove]

REGARDING YOUR PEDRO CHARACTERS AND KINKS…. This is my opinion hehe 🫶🏼

Javier - Quirofilia (hand fetish, especially when manicured.)

Ezra - piss kink. Self explanatory.

Joel - dominant. He takes his role VERY seriously.

Din - ANAL.

Oberyn - breeding kink. (Duh).

Dave - master/slave kink.

Frankie - is a service top convince me otherwise.

Javi G - he has a praise kink sweet boy.

Jack Daniels - mirror sex. No I won’t elaborate.

Marcus Moreno - biggest switch to ever exist.

Pero - Trichophilia - attraction to ur body hair. The thought of this drives me wilddddd.

Dieter - rimming. foot fetish.

Max - blood/knife play.

Dio - wax play.

Marcus Pike - I know this man has a collection, of sex toys.

I agree 100% on Javi P, but I would add mirror sex to him too, because that sounds exactly like him

I don't know Ezra because I never watched his movie but personally, I think piss kink is gross so ew 🤣🤣🤣

agree on Joel ❤️

Din I wouldn't be able to say, but I like this idea

Oberyn idk I haven't watched got yet but I believe in you

Dave I agree with you but I also think he would like roleplaying like he would kill you, idk I think it's kinda sexy it would start when he's trying to teach you self defense and you start struggling against him and he gets hard 🤌

Frankie idk him well enough

Javi G I agree 🤌🤌🤌

Jack Daniels also accurate but I also think he has a lactation kink and no one could tell me otherwise

Marcus Moreno idk enough about him

Pero also don't know honey

Dieter I agree 100%

Max, Dio and Marcus idk it either 🤣😭

[evermorepeyton]

you know damn well that if these motherfuckers could also upload joint instagram stories they so would

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

dan and phil are like jesus in that they’re dramatic ass fruity men in their 30s always going like “i am making this SACRIFICE for THE PEOPLE” and everyone is like “no one asked you to do this in fact we’d all rather you just did not do this” and they’re like “IT IS TOO LATE NOW YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED” and we’re like “no no we didn’t want this actually and you made this decision with your whole ass adult brain you truly could have just not done this and we’d all be better off for it but now we all have to suffer because YOU refuse to say no to shit” and i think that’s ridiculous stupid annoying awful beautiful

[mfred]

August Reading Wrap-up

August was a hard month. I only read 13 books. Perhaps surprisingly, when things get hard and I feel very stressed, I read less. I can't focus or concentrate enough to get into a book. Reading is a source of joy and comfort for me, so my inability to lose myself in a fictional world really makes things worse.

But on to the books:

I started the month strong with Ilona Andrew's Sanctuary (4 stars). It was a lot of fun going back to the Kate Daniels world, this time through the character of Roman, the dark god Chernobog's high priest. Then I rode that high for a little bit by re-reading a couple of Andrew's Innkeeper's Chronicles books. I only re-read a couple and not the whole series because at their worst, Andrews can get really expository and explainy, and I find them at their worst in those books.

On the romance front, I also did some re-reading of Megan O'Brien's The Ride series, which is just mid motorcycle romance. It's kinda where my brain was at-- mediocre, mindless entertainment. I also fit in S. Cole's The Fates We Tame, which should have been more emotionally impactful than it was (4 stars). And I trudged through Blaze by Lynn Raye Harris, which ended up being pretty slow and boring (3 stars).

And then I picked up the Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley and really shocked myself by not liking it that much. On the surface, it had everything I should have loved: time travel, intrigue, romance! But I found it to be more lit fic than speculative fiction, which is not my bag. The twists at the end weren't suprising and twisty, just kind of flat. I ended up giving it 4 stars for technical merit, but feelings-wise, it was more of a 3 star book.

I thought I finished off the month with a DNF, Lindsay King-Miller's The Z Word. I read the first few chapters, felt like I knew exactly how the book would end, and then decided to skip to the end to see if I was right. And I was. And I didn't like it.

But at the last moment (literally the night of August 31st) I said, fuck it, I'm reading P. Djèlí Clark's Ring Shout, which has languished on my TBR for years. Years! AND IT WAS AMAZING. 5 full stars! Horror, humor, great characterization, thrilling plot! It had everything! I laughed and cried and was grossed out in equal measure.

It's so awesome, what reading a good book can do.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Leviathan (Cosmatos, 1989)

This gets a big boost from its pretty great cast putting in good work across the board. You get Peter Weller as a boss who doesn’t put up with nonsense in the workplace, although I probably wouldn’t have given him that note to end on. You get Meg Foster giving sinister stares through the TV screen as the management representative you can totally trust to not fuck everybody over in the moment of crisis. You get Ernie Hudson, espousing the movie’s anti-capitalist, pro-labour message. (“Welcome to the union, boss. We’re all expendable.”) You get Hector Elizondo, who is worried about catching herpes. You get Daniel Stern, who embodies the concept of sexual harassment in the workplace. You get, uh, some English chick and the guy from that one episode of Miami Vice where Crockett hangs out with the community theatre group. (It’s not one of the better episodes.) You get Lisa Eilbacher, who I had hoped to see in the new Beverly Hills Cop, they should put her in the next one, and maybe bring back Theresa Randle too, she was one of the few good things in the third, and how they can explain it is that Lisa decided get married to Eddie and move back to Beverly Hills and start a family, but Eddie, sly dog that he is, also started a family with Theresa in Beverly Hills, and the way he juggles them is by pretending that Bogomil got shot so he’s gotta fly to Beverly Hills, just for the weekend, just week after week of Bogomil supposedly getting shot, until Lisa decides to visit Beverly Hills, and Eddie’s gotta put his fast talking skills to the test or worlds will collide! And you have last but not least Richard Crenna, who I sometimes find stodgy but is very good in this, getting the most depth out of any of the characters and also one of the best lines. (“Loosely translated: Don’t fuck with Mother Nature.”)

I haven’t seen The Abyss which came out around the same time and this was meant to cash in on, but this pretty transparently takes after Alien and The Thing. I don’t think George P. Cosmatos is as strong a craftsman or stylist as either Ridley Scott or John Carpenter, but considering he’s mostly known for having his name on movies ghost directed by their stars, I thought he did a pretty good job here, going through the tropes pretty convincingly, letting the actors get their moments even if not all of them have especially deep characters, letting the frequently gross special effects pop, and letting us soak in the bulky, clunky production design while showering us in steam and fire and other elements and serenading us with clanging sounds even when things aren’t goopy and gory. So this is a good time, although as I alluded above, I probably wouldn’t have picked that note to end on.

[twopoppies]

https://www.instagram.com/p/C1KYjxgs8vb/?igsh=MjJkdG4xMHk3cmJ2

Hi Gina, may I know when is this from? Comments say its about his mom but i saw it was in December 2016??

Well, that’s Danielle behind him so it’s from some time in 2016. But Louis said in an interview that he got the call about his mother when he was at Jamie Vardy’s wedding (which this is not a photo of—you can see the photo is from May 7th. Vardy’s wedding was May 25th).

Regardless, I think it’s kind of gross to spread a photo of what you think is one of the most devastating moments of his life. He probably just has a hangnail in that photo. 🙄

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