#queueing for 45 years time

[littlestpersimmon]

Hello everyone. My floral bust portrait commissions are open.

I have a small queue, and I figured I will open another couple of slots for more breathing room as I finish this queue.

ETA is late March to early April. They are only 35 usd each portrait, and they are priced down from my original 45 usd.

They are priced down as I am a slower artist- I currently have three jobs, and the sole caretaker of a completely disabled mother whose movement is very limited and dependent on able bodied people, partially disabled father, and an autistic sister, who I am sending to school- that means, as I am essentially a parent to all three- my time is very limited, and so because of the longer 3-4 weeks wait, I charge lower.

I draw tieflings, elves, humanoids, dnd characters that are human-like, ocs, tavs from baldurs gate, etc etc- I specialize in ocs of all shapes and sizes-

I can not draw: non human ocs, ocs with their faces covered, I cannot draw real humans: for example: "can you draw my gf?"- real human faces take far longer to draw and stylize in a way that will look like irl people. This means I can not draw furry or mecha as well.

I will only draw busts. Please, please only hire me for what I am advertising, if you feel my art style will fit your oc. You will receive a portrait of your oc with a floral background from the chest up.

You can choose the expression, the clothes, the hairstyle, the flower style, the general color and mood of the piece, and you will have two passes of edits for free.

❌️ "can you draw this scene from a book"

❌️ "can you draw my grandma"

❌️"can you draw my room and a person sitting in that chair"

These instructions are very long, but I've been, drawing for 5 years for folk now, hehe, and in order to streamline my drawing process, I need to become more and more specific with my instructions 😞 I sometimes get requests to draw entire fully rendered drawings in my portrait commissions!

I am requesting for more patient clients! I do my best to meet everyone's expectations, but I also would love folk who understand that I am one person who loves other people's ocs and want to portray them with love and dignity, and that I am working on these highly specialized and specific and personalized portraits, oftentimes 10 at any given time.

Thank you for reading, please let me work for you! I am a disabled artist from the global south, just trying to get by!

Hire me, send me tips, commission me please!

[shouyuus]

send me one + a character and i'll write you a drabble

─── 翔陽 INFAMMABLE BRIDGES

shouyou; 1,600 words; sfw, fluff; childhood friends to lovers; 5 times shou remembers + 1 time that you do

he has never been the forgetting kind -- not as a child, when, after the first time you told him you thought daisies were prettier than roses (who likes roses anyway? not you, eughck), he'd shown up at your door with dirty nails and a fistful of road-side daisies. his missing-toothed smile had been wide as a yawning horizon, bright as the first strip of lemon-yellow sunlight on a summer's day.

he's never been the forgetting kind, not as an middle school student -- even though his grades have always been nothing short of abominable, he's never forgotten that you prefer .7 lead over .5 because it's better for doodling in the edges of your notebooks.

"c'mon shou, you gotta focus if you wanna get into a good high school!" you tap your pencil against his mad scribble of illegible notes even as he whines, peering up at you with those honey-warm eyes.

"but its sooooo haaaard," he drops his face to the table, turning to pillow his cheek to the pages of the notebook, uncaring of the fact that when he picks his face back up, it'll be lead-stained. you fight back an exasperated grin, reaching out to wipe at the dark smear.

he pauses for a second at the familiar warmth of your touch. you drop your eyes back to your workbook page, resuming your work. you don't see him reach up to brush his own fingers along the place where your fingertips had touched.

later that night, with the pair of you sprawled out on your couch, flipping through channels till he settles on the sports channel, showing reruns of the local high school volleyball championships, shouyou turns to you with bright eyes and asks --

"hey! if i win the olympics gold medal for volleyball one day, will you marry me?"

you blink owlishly at him, momentarily distracted by the over-eager announcer as they exclaim over another apparently spectacular spike made by a guy named the little giant.

you shrug, "sure -- if you ever get olympics gold."

he's never been the forgetting kind, not as high school student, a even though you're cities apart now -- he shows up at your culture festival, sweaty and out of breath. you blink at him from behind the takoyaki stand, the smell of slightly burnt dough singeing your nostrils.

"s-shou! what're you --"

"s-sorry i'm l-late! h-had to bi-bike across the mountains --" he pants, propping his palms on his knees, careless of the alarmed looks of the other students still queueing up for their takoyakis, "but i d-didn't wanna miss your takoyaki stand!"

you stare, slack-jawed, wracking your brain for when you'd told him (but of course you had; you tell him everything, don't you?).

someone nudges you and you jerk out of your reverie, hurriedly flipping the takoyakis in your pan, grimacing slightly at the burnt backs. you give the queueing customers an apologetic smile as you scoop them out and drizzle them in sauce.

shouyou waits the entire 45 minutes it takes to get to the front of the line, grinning as he hands over a crumpled bill and asks for two servings. you cock your head, but he reaches over to flick at your sweat-beaded forehead.

"one's for you, duh!"

he's never been the forgetting kind, even though you know he spends all his time practicing, and it's hard, being 3rd years, what with uni apps to worry about and careers to consider.

he shows up at your door at 11:54pm, his hair tousled, his cheeks kissed pink by the cold. his breath frosts the air between you as he shoots you a bright grin and holds out a bouquet of flowers (your eyes linger on the tiny white daisies scattered throughout the bouquet like so many handfuls of lost stars).

"congrats on getting into u tokyo!" he pushes the flowers into your hands, glancing up at the darkened sky just as the first flakes of snow start to fall. you purse your lips, staring down at the flowers, a soft laugh creeping up your throat as you take half a step back to let him in.

"thanks, shou -- but you didn't need to buy me flowers, or anything -- and i know you're training for nationals --"

he shakes his head, stepping into the genkan and patting at the snow in his hair. you giggle, reaching up to dust at his shoulders, wondering vaguely when he'd gotten tall enough for you to have to reach up --

"course i did! not every day your b-best friend gets into the best university in all of japan!" he laughs, but when you join in with a soft giggle, he quiets, looking at you with those dark, steady eyes. you don't ask him why he'd stuttered over the word best friend -- it's what you are (though something inside you clunks)... because that's what you'd always been.

he's never been the forgetting kind, not as an adult, halfway across the world, two oceans keeping the pair of you apart. your phone rings early on a wednesday morning, and you scrub at your eyes, frowning as you swipe up to answer.

"shou? what's wrong? why're you up so late --?"

"happy birthday," he says, his voice still gravely from sleep.

warmth pools in the depths of your belly as you slump back onto your own bed, throwing an arm over your eyes to shield you from the first rays of unforgiving sunlight streaming through your window. you don't try to fight the grin that spreads across your lips as you whisper a soft --

"thanks."

a beat of silence crackles across the line.

shouyou clears his throat; it's a marvel, really, how much a few years a couple thousand miles can change the sound of a person's voice -- roughen it up around the edges, deepen it till it unspools something tucked inside you, or perhaps, it had always been his to undo -- and you'd just been waiting for him to reach out and do it.

"isn't it like... 1am in germany? don't you have a game tomorrow?"

"yep, but... still wanted to be the first one to wish you happy birthday." you can almost hear the light-bending gravity of his smile, all cheek and teeth and half-moon eyes.

you sigh, nodding, before you remember he can't see.

"well, you are -- you always are."

he hums, barely stifling a yawn. you crinkle your nose.

"go to bed, shou. i'll call you before your game tomorrow."

"okay," he says, and you hear the faint sounds of sheets shuffling as he settles back into his blankets. you roll onto your side and stare at the array of small trinkets he's brought back for you over the years -- a volleyball keychain, a tiny crow plush, a christ the redeemer statue from rio, an eiffel tower snow-globe from paris.

"i love you." he says. and there's no hesitation, no buildup, just a simple statement of fact. you sink deeper into your pillow, your cheeks awash with heat.

"yeah... i know," you whisper, pulling your blankets up over your head like you used to when the pair of you were still young enough to build blanket forts in his living room, giggling over stolen cookies and a flashlight clutched between chocolate-sticky fingers.

"good," he says, with a contented sigh.

"sleep, shou," you say. and he hums again, laughing. the sound rocks through you, soft and sweet as a rising tide, coming home to shore.

"yeah, gnight."

you've never been the forgetting kind, not when it's the most important day of his whole life (though he might argue, later on, the pair of you tangled in the sheets of his hotel room, his arm banded over your stomach as he nuzzles his face into your cheek, that the most important day of his life was when he first met you) --

"shou!"

he knows its you even before he turns to see you, the sound of your voice carried above the roaring of the crowd as he wipes at his face with the already soaked bottom of his jersey.

he turns just in time to catch you as you bowl into him, careless of the massive bouquet of flowers clutched in your arms, now squashed between you as he hoists you up with a joyous laugh.

he kisses you in front of the entire crowd, and you let him. of course you do.

later, when an interviewer asks you what it's like to have an olympic gold medalist as your boyfriend, you cut her off to say --

"fiancé."

she blinks, cocking her head, looking bewildered, even as shouyou jerks back, staring down at you, mouth agape.

the interviewer looks between the pair of you before asking, "sorry, did i hear that right? the pair of you are engaged?"

you shoot her a toothy grin, "yep!" before turning to grin up at an utterly shell-shocked shouyou with, "i promised i'd marry you if you ever won an olympic gold, remember?"

at this, shouyou's whole body softens, slackening as he tips into a fit of full-bellied laughter, pulling you into him for another sweet kiss, one that has the interviewer glancing away for just a second.

"yeah... yeah i do... god, i can't believe you remember that!"

you roll your eyes, giving him a playful shove, "i can't believe you forgot."

he shakes his head, "i didn't. i never did. i just..." he trails off, smiling helplessly down at you.

you lean up to give him another little peck on the lips.

"well, no going back on it now, shou."

shouyou nods, turning back to the interviewer with a bright smile, "nope, wasn't ever planning on it."

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[redrose10]

Yoongi and the prompt id no 45 "how much of that did you hear". Thank you so much and i really like the way you write

Here you go, I hope you like it!

Warnings: A few swear words, alcohol consumption

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Your apartment smelled like a brewery and looked like a frat house. Broken glass bottles and plastic cups littered everywhere. Someone’s very expensive bra hung from the ceiling fan. This was not exactly what you wanted to come home to after a long day of work.

You know you agreed to let your roommate/best friend Yoongi throw a party, but when you thought of a Yoongi party you imagined some wine and appetizers and a few people sitting around talking about music or something. Once you spotted Jimin in the hallway you knew he was the culprit for the party getting out of hand thanks to his social butterfly status.

You searched through apartment trying to find your roommate wanting to make sure he was okay, but also making sure he knew it was 100% his responsibility to clean up this mess.

Hearing a loud bang followed by some cheers coming from the kitchen you figured that’s where the party must’ve moved to and you were correct.

The small kitchen was packed full of people to the point you couldn’t even squeeze through so you resigned to standing on your tiptoes to look through the sea of people for Yoongi.

Thankfully it wasn’t too hard to spot him. He was in the corner swaying back and forth with a desperate looking Namjoon trying to talk him out of something. Yoongi pushed him aside and jumped up on the kitchen table stumbling a little. Namjoon quickly grabbed onto his legs to try and steady him while you felt an immediate sense of panic wanting to get to him.

“Hello, Hello…is this thing on?”, he asked tapping into the beer bottle at if it was a microphone.

“Listen everyone I have something I need to get off my chest and I might be just a tiny little bit drunk so now is the perfect time.”

You giggled at his confession. Yoongi was pretty good at monitoring his alcohol intake so you were a little surprised that he let it get this far though.

“Escuse me.”, he slurred and the crowd got quiet again.

“Some of you probably already know this, but I just can’t hold it in any more. I’m in love.”

You felt your heart sink just a little. You’d been harboring the biggest secret crush on him for the last two years, but were way too afraid to say something in fear of ruining the friendship and it looks like you lost your chance anyways.

He continued, “I, Min Yoongi, love my best friend. That’s right. You heard it here first. I love Y/N.”

You gasped before you were able to make eye contact with Namjoon who seemed more than happy to see you there.

“Okay that is all. I just wanted to make it known that I love Y/N and she is mine.”, Yoongi said before lazily falling down onto the table.

The next morning you cleaned up around the apartment because you knew with the hangover he was going to have that Yoongi was going to be pretty much useless and you couldn’t stand sitting in the filth any longer. Close to noon he finally came stumbling into the living room rubbing his head and trying to shield his eyes from the light.

“Morning sunshine.”, you smiled handing him a cup of coffee you had ready.

“I feel like I got hit by a car.”, he groaned taking a seat.

“Yeah not surprised. You were pretty messed up.”

“Did anything embarrassing happen?”, he asked with a wince.

As if on queue his phone dinged.

You peaked over his shoulder to see the text message from Jungkook with a video attached.

Yoongi pressed play and the familiar sound of the beginning of his drunken rant started immediately.

Suddenly it all came back to him so he quickly shut off the video before it could go any further and slammed his phone down.

“Why’d you shut it off? It was a good speech.”, you pouted.

His face turned a bright shade of red as he looked over at you, “How much of that did you hear?”

You chuckled, “All of it. Every last word.”

He ran his hands over his face, “Fuck I’m so sorry Y/N. I understand if you want to move out. Or if you want me to move out. I can go stay at Namjoons until I find a place. This is why I don’t drink without you here.”

“Yoongi did you mean what you said? Even the part about me being yours?”

He looked at you with wide eyes, “Um yeah, yeah I did. But you don’t have to feel the same way. I’m an adult and can take rejection.”

He continued to babble on and on and seeing no end insight you did the only thing you could think of to shut him up by crashing your lips into his.

After you pulled away from the kiss he shyly smiled, “So I take it you like me too?”

“Yes, you idiot.”

You stood up and walked towards the door before motioning for him to follow, “Now come on. One of your friends threw up all over our rug so you’re buying a new one. And then you can take your girlfriend out to dinner as a thank you for cleaning up after everyone.”

He smiled while grabbing his keys in one hand and making sure to have a strong hold of your hand in the other.

[little-angel444]

Lana was SO good last night im literally never getting over it omg. I’ll give everyone a little rundown of what happened with timings and all that!!

- First off, i don’t think it’s worth getting there crazy early, my friend and I ended up getting at our gate for 4pm (an hour before the gates opened) so we queued for the merch outside for 30 mins then went straight through the bag checks and into the gate queue and we ended up getting like two people behind the barricade in rear standing!!

- I’d suggest if you’re in standing to sit down as soon as you’ve found your spot bcs i made the mistake of standing up the whole time and then it got too crowded to even sit and my feet were in so much pain😭 (to make it worse i was wearing heels…)

- The opener started at 7:20 and stayed on until 8 then Lana came on around 8:45 and ended at 10:20, so there wasn’t too much of a gap between them, plus it was kinda interesting to just watch the stage get set up

- Also if you’re close enough to the barricade in standing, i wouldn’t bother paying loads for water cause the crowd control will just hand some to you if you ask, but that’s of course down to you (the crowd control guy in the picture was such an icon and so nice)

- I personally LOVED the setlist, i’d ignore what people say on social media because i think a lot of them are locals. It was so fun to hear her new songs, plus she let the fans pick a song for her to do!! (She asked Ricardo and he gave her the choice between Honeymoon and Salvatore, bcs she literally never sings any Honeymoon songs, and she chose Salvatore). Also apparently loads of people were complaining she had to pull up the lyrics..like hello? She made the song over 10 years ago and never performed it live ffs 😭

The setlist in question:

Stars Fell On Alabama - Henry, Come On - Stand By Your Man - Cotcc - Ultraviolence - Ride - Video Games - Nfr - Arcadia - Dykttatuob - Quiet in the South - Young and Beautiful - Summertime Sadness - Born to Die - 57.5 - audience acapella request (Salvatore) - Take me home, country roads

- The songs also sounded so different to the originals in the best possible way. They all sounded so much more cinematic and it was the most beautiful thing i’ve heard. Especially Ultraviolence oml.

If there’s anything else people want to know about lmkkk!! 💕 @bewintched

[nanamineedstherapy]

Calendar, Conflicts & Corporate Cowards

Summary: Gangs of Wasseypur x Shark Tank but everyone has rabies. Mainly Slice of life, but aggressive. Previous Chapter - [Tumblr/Ao3]

On Monday, Nanami had been sitting at his desk since 8:59 AM. Not a minute early. Not a second late.

He was wearing the same blue Tom Ford shirt you’d seen on him three times this week.

"Nanami," you said, deadpan, sipping coffee. "Why do you dress like you’re about to attend your own cremation?"

He didn’t even blink. "It's linen. Breathable. Delhi heat is not a joke."

"Neither is that outfit."

He pulled out a file. Printed. Labelled. Tabbed with pastel markers like some demon from the Shiksha Valley coaching centre.

“This is the vendor compliance checklist. I colour-coded the payment cycles by quarter.”

You stared.

“Nanami, why are you like this? Just... email me like a normal person. I don’t need your UPSC notes.”

He adjusted his glasses. “I find it inefficient to rely solely on digital mediums. Also, I made a backup in case your laptop crashes again. You tend to throw it.”

“I throw it because of you.”

At 12:03 PM sharp, he cleared his throat.

“I’ve scheduled lunch for 12:30. I’ll order two thalis.”

Your jaw clenched. “Did you just send me a Google Calendar invite for fucking lunch?”

He nodded.

“Nanami,” you said slowly, “are you secretly a 45-year-old LIC agent with two kids in DPS RK Puram?”

“I find routine helpful.”

“I find you unhelpful.”

The worst part? He was always right. Always quietly fixing things in the background. You once called him a virgin during a product demo because he fact-checked you in front of the investor. He didn’t even flinch. Just said:

“You’re misrepresenting metrics. Also, we should cut sugar in the coffee blend by 3%—feedback from test groups.”

He was never dramatic. Never incompetent.

Which made yelling at him so much more frustrating.

You couldn’t call him an idiot like you did Gojo. Couldn’t call him a freak like Suguru. Couldn’t even threaten him like Sukuna. Because Nanami just took it. Like a pensioner in a queue. Stoic. Logical. Unshakable.

You stormed into his office one day and said, “Nanami. If I get one more analytics deck with your ‘key insights’ and your little bullet points and your Times New Roman font, I will genuinely unalive myself on your ergonomic keyboard.”

He looked up calmly. “I use Calibri.”

You wanted to slap him with your MacBook.

And the worst part?

When the others messed up—which they always did—Nanami was the one fixing it. Cleaning up Gojo’s botched pitches. Handling Sukuna’s police complaints. Redoing Suguru’s lazy-ass research. Supporting Ino’s dumb baby steps.

He even made Toji stop vaping inside the supply closet.

You hated him for it.

Because it meant you couldn’t fire him. Couldn’t kill him. Couldn’t even threaten him.

You needed him.

Which was somehow even more annoying.

One time, after you’d just finished yelling at Gojo for putting his OnlyFans link in the team bio (as a “joke”), Nanami handed you a steel tiffin.

"I packed poha. You skipped breakfast."

You stared at him.

“You’re the most annoying man I’ve ever met.”

He nodded. “I get that a lot.”

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A/N: You don’t hate Nanami because he’s incompetent. You hate him because he’s the one person you can’t fire, fix, or fluster. He’s the middle-class Excel demon with a conscience and meal-prep schedule. He makes your startup run—and makes your blood boil.

Next Chapter Interns, Idiots, & Ino’s Existential Crisis - [Tumblr/Ao3]

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[shabbytigers]

summoned some rare late night initiatory energy and went to a club for some techno, like a person who lives in berlin. have been wanting to do this for literally two years

it was great

door: big queue, but the learning there is to go earlier next time. nobody like made me pass a vetting gauntlet. reddit’s advice that this club has an easy door was accurate

vibe: baseline club sensibilities formed in the 90s in nyc and london aren’t broken, i was fine, probably in the better dressed half of the crowd. some guys in cargo shorts. people there to enjoy the music, not peacock. some party outfits but like club gear you can wear under your coat on the train, no elaborate fetish or wings or cosplay, or €€€€ japanese streetwear tier aesthetic expectations. not that there’s anything wrong with any of that! but clubs like that do exist here and i have anxiety about them. the shopping pre-quest is terrifying lmao. anyway, not an issue, nobody was snotty, very wholesome vibe, lots of 20s but also 30s and a few older people, no problem being solo, bar reasonably priced and friendly, A++++ all round

music: uh. hard techno? berlin techno taxonomy is opaque to me tbh, i’m using soundcloud links off Resident Advisor to navigate. went for Thomas Schumacher but Anna Reusch who followed was even better (and hot, tf)

stamina: didn’t leave till nearly five. could have stayed till breakfast time. the sort of techno i like is like an energy drip, i’d be tired in 45 minutes putting the same level of physical effort into “cardio” but have essentially no ceiling for this. i did nix plans earlier in the evening to conserve my energy, and that was probably wise, but also i could have gotten away with doing both probably; oh well

the club is Void for anyone ~local and interested

[hotcat37]

Gig report for Brussels 🇧🇪🔥

-just.....wow

-okay so first, the queue really wasn't as stressful as I thought it'd be. I arrived like an hour before the doors opened but it wasn't busy enough to be overwhelming!! At some point there were armed policemen walking around so that was a bit scary lol but it went smoothly so :P

-what also made the queuing so amazing was actually meeting people this time. Last year I was completely by myself both in the queue and during the concert but tonight I didn't just accidentally meet random people that I stumbled upon (who were absolutely lovely and who I vibed with so much) but also people from within the fandom <33 It was surreal to actually put a face to the usernames and to hear my own username be used lmao but it was such an amazing experience and I loooved trading gifts it was so satisfying!!

-also random but I just loved how diverse the crowd was. Older, younger, male, female, neither.....I just loved how many different kinds of people were present!!

-a bit frustrating but something I weirdly enough predicted beforehand was the show starting about 45 minutes late. The excitement was rapidly dwindling with every new song that kept playing without sight of Kä anywhere 🥲🥲 But he did apologize and as it turned out there was some kind of communication issue regarding the performing time

-that being said I completely forgot about the waiting as soon as the gig started wtf it was just so damn good!! I want to give a special thanks to everyone who was here tonight because the atmosphere was simply amazing and so comfortable!! And at least from where I was standing people were respecting personal space and going crazy during songs without constantly elbowing others haha

-Jere seemed so happy and energetic tonight :] There wasn't a lot of banter but when he did talk he said a lot of cute and funny things <3

-WE GOT URHEILUJÄTKÄ 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥 I wasn't expecting that at all and it seemed spontaneous (?) but I'm so happy I got to hear the song live <33

-Dalton and Häärijä shenanigans were very endearing as always (Jaakko in particular looked majestic btw)

-WE GOT YHTÄ VAILLA MY FAVORITE SONG I WAS TWEAKINGGGGG 🗣🗣🗣☺☺☺☺💥💥💥

-the TRAFIK moshpit was kind of scary for me cuz I got kinda dragged into it but even though it was horrifying to have people jumping around so close to me I thankfully didn't get elbowed and everything seemed pretty safe :)

-it was boiling hot in there btw ugh I was fucking melting and sweating my metaphorical nuts off 😩

-shout-out to the person in front of me with the sign "I'm Tommy Cash" lmao I wish Kä would've noticed it was very cute 😂❤

Yeah, I dunno, it was just such a fantastic night. I didn't think it'd be that great queuing since it was in Brussels (no offense to folks that live in Brussels lmao but I find it a deeply unpleasant city) but this concert to me was honestly even better than the one in Antwerpen last year :"D And that one was already excellent too. Also shout out to everyone that brought party poppers and glowsticks and stickers and balloons to play with ❤❤ It really helped contribute to the great atmosphere 🥰💚

[hotteoki]

christmas things with bf skz !

pairing: hyung line skz x reader (no prns used)

genre: fluff, point-form fic, est. rel.

cw: not proofread

wc: 0.9k

notes: merry christmas to anyone who celebrates it, and a happy monday to those who don't! P.S. happy birthday val <3 @kyrjnie

chan (방찬) ~ ice skating

despite having to wait in the long, long, long queue for what feels like centuries just to ice skate in a tiny rink outside the local mall

it's a tradition you and chan do every year

sure, it's not ideal to wait an hour in the freezing cold just to skate for 45 minutes only

but when chan is standing right behind you

helping you wrap your scarf the correct way

zipping your coat all the way up

pulling your beanie that was riding up your head back down

and holding a warm cup of hot chocolate?

you could get past that

besides

it's always funny to watch him flail his arms around like bambi

sometimes you like watching him struggle just to see his frown when you don't help him up

"you don't love me anymore!!!!!"

"if i try to pull you up i'm going to fall down right beside you, chan"

"YOU SHOULD AT LEAST TRY!!!!"

so you do

and to no one's surprise except chan's

you fall down

the little pro skater kids start to get worried when neither of you are able to get up

well you could

if chan didn't attempt to yank on you as support to pull himself back up

why does this man not understand that you are incapable of supporting him to stand back up

it's cute to watch him attempt to recreate one of the figure skating spins tho

i am nawt a figure skater idk the names i'm sawry

you two are just goals goals goals!!!!!!!

minho (민호) - mall intercom announcements

it first happened 4 years ago

it was the most embarrassing moment of your life

minho had suggested the two of you go christmas shopping at the biggest mall in south korea

one second you were holding his hand

the next you're spinning around in the middle of the 2nd floor wondering where the hell your 172cm boyfriend could've wandered off to

you were about to call him until you realise you have his phone after he gave it to you before running off into the toilet

"what if my phone drops into the toilet bowl?!"

you were about to start retracing your steps until you hear your name being announced by the information desk, followed by a "your boyfriend is waiting for you by the information desk at the 3rd floor"

you were so going to kill that man

but that night you think to yourself

killing him isn't enough

no, no

you needed to embarrass him right back

so you held your grudge until next christmas

you mumbled something about a flash sale at a nearby store and that he should find you there after he was done scouring uniqlo and ran off before he could object

you gave yourself a few more minutes before you made the announcement over the information desk

boy, was he mad when he saw the cheeky smile on your face

ever since then, it became a tradition for the two of you to race each other to make the lost person announcement to embarrass the other

it's all fun and games until the worker stares in confusion over thinking either one of you was the other's lost kid

changbin (창빈) ~ take-outs

you don't know why either of you still bother cooking christmas dinner

neither of you can cook

sure, you're a fairly decent baker

but that won't suffice for a christmas dinner

and changbin cannot cook for his life

yet you still take turns deciding on who's going to poison the other

obviously that never works out

the day either ends with you guys calling minho and asking begging him if you could have some of his leftovers

or

your more preferable option

ordering take-out

despite take-out being a very common occurrence for you guys

take-outs on christmas are special

the reason being the free sweets your favourite restaurant usually provide in the small bowl by the entrance

yes, the sweets are there usually

but after changbin accidentally caused a scene the first time you dined in at the restaurant long story

the owner had banned either of you from taking the complementary sweets

however

during christmas time, customers bustle in and out of the restaurant

which makes it easy for changbin to snag a handful of sweets and shove them in his pocket

before grabbing your hand and making a run for it back to his car

you do get some odd looks from the other customers queuing outside the restaurant

but at the end of the day

who are the ones who have a bunch of free sweets to snack on? B-)

hyunjin (현진) ~ sweater paws

it's the time of christmas! meaning...

taking hyunjin's oversized sweaters!!!

needless to say it's your favourite thing to do

it's not that he doesn't let you borrow them usually

he just... prefers to keep his expensive clothes in his closet safe and sound

however

he does indeed have a 'sweater of shame'

a christmas sweater that the other members got him as a gag gift a couple of years ago

you will never catch that man ALIVE wearing that "hideous thing"

so when you started dating him and found that absolute gem

you had decided it make it your mission to shove that "disgusting" piece of clothing over his head

except somehow the tables turned

and the sweater ended up wrapped around you

and hyunjin will never openly admit this

but it was quite literally one of the cutest sights he had ever seen in his life

ever since then

he's made it his mission to get you to wear the sweater every christmas

obviously you run away from him

until last year

when he finally caught you and managed to get it on you

you discovered the sweater does have a plus side to it

sweater paws

it feels like playing whack-a-mole whenever you attempt to swing at hyunjin with the sweater on

whack-a-hyunjin, perchance

he claims to hate it and runs away from you

but you both know it's something the two of you look forward to every christmas

networks: @kflixnet k-labels @kbookshelf @neverendingdreams-net @straykidsland @k-films pirateeznet

[purgatory-jar]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN ONCE AGAIN!

Guess who finally has some time for commissions after years? It me!

I am opening up 5 official commission sposts and 5 spots in the queue, and you can either send me a message here on tumblr or by email at elena.piergiacomi@icloud.com .

You can find other examples of my art here;

I can be commissioned to draw art for fanfics, covers, OCs, all ships/fandoms, small animations, comic strips, tarot cards, icon/headers combo and so on!

It's not just deancas. Hit me up with good omens, ofmd, heartstopper, the witcher, 911, ted lasso, your baldur's gate OCs, star wars, whatever you want! I am a huge nerd and 90% chance is I know the characters already :)

It would be amazing if you could signal boost even if you're not interested, every bit of sharing helps.

Full pricelist and rules under the cut :)

PRICE LIST

SKETCH FLAT COLOR

base price 45 $ 

+ each additional character 24 $

complex bg 24 $

SKETCH FULL COLOR

base price 50 $ 

+ each additional character 24 $

complex background 24 $

INKED 

base price 55 $

each additional character 27 $

complex background 27 $

FLAT COLOR LINEART 

base price 77 $

each additional character 38 $

complex background 38 $

FULL COLOR 

base price 110 $ 

each additional character 44 $

complex background 44 $

RULES

Want a commission? Write to me at elena.piergiacomi@icloud.com and describe what you would like me to draw!

-PRICE: the price is calculated on the hours of work I put on it, and it already includes ALL taxes. (45 % of the amount goes up in taxes, my dudes). It is based on the amount of characters, details and background you ask for. The more complicated it is, the more time it takes, the more it costs. Please explain in your email what you would like and your budget and we will come up with a suitable price for both of us! Animations and comic strips need to be discussed as their price depends on the style chosen. Don't worry if your budget is not much: just let me know and we can surely squeeze a drawing in there :)

-WHAT I NEED: photo references and information on what you want, the more the better. They don’t have to be super accurate! You can send ten photos and say: “I want this dress with this character with this other background etc.” You don't know what you want? no problem! we can chat and discuss it!

-WHAT I WILL DRAW: I am comfortable drawing nsfw, most kinks, and animals of all kind, real and fantasy alike. I also draw every ship, so don’t be shy in asking! I won’t draw underage nsfw, non-con or dub-con, domestic violence etc. If you’re not sure, ask!

-WHAT FANDOMS? All of them. Just provide references and I’m good. Also, I’m a huge nerd, so there’s a 90% chance that I already know what you’re talking about. I draw OCs too!

-HOW TO PAY: via Bank transfer. After we agree on a price I will draw the sketch, and after the you have approved of the sketch I will send the invoice that you will need to pay. The invoice will contain all the info for the payment (it’s pretty easy to do online) and it’ll be in euros, and it will obviously be the amount we agreed on. I will then proceed with the rest of the drawing once I receive the payment.

-TIPS: If you wish to leave a tip, it’s greatly appreciated! However, the invoice has to match the exact amount of money I’ll be receiving, so if wanna tip you’ll have to tell me before I send the invoice! Again, a tip is not necessary nor will I be mad or offended if it’s not there. Sharing my art and signal boosting my commission masterpost or recommending me to others means a lot to me too and it’s a great way to help.

-HOW IT WILL WORK: I’ll send you the progress AT LEAST three times: the sketch, the lineart, and the base colors, so you can see them and ask me to change what you don’t like. Do not worry about offending me! The key to a good commission is communication! Also, I won’t be able to change stuff if you don’t tell me in time, so there’s that too ;)

-CAN I SHOW THE DRAWING TO THAT ACTOR? Sure, as long as it’s not nsfw! Please let me know if you do, I’m super curious to know what they said ;)

-DEADLINES: Please let me know if you have any deadlines you want respected. If you want it ready in less than 10 days there’s an extra 10$ fee. If you want it ready in less than 7 days there’s an extra 20$ fee. Also, if you ask for a deadline please try to reply to emails as promptly as you can manage.

-LIVESTREAMING: I might livestream the last phase of your commission (the coloring) on my Picarto.tv account, if the inspiration strikes and time is there. If you don´t want me to, please say so in advance, even tho I usually ask for permission before I do it.

[littleeliza-lotte]

West End Live 2025!

I’ve been going to WEL since 2021, and it’s crazy to see how it’s grown, but honestly it has gotten very chaotic. It’s such a great concept to showcase musicals for free, but in the last few years it’s gotten more and more popular, while I think trafalagr is a great location since it’s closer to the theatres, it gets packed so easily and they clearly don’t know how to organize that properly, especially in the queues. People will wait all night, I arrived at 6:50 and though I did get a good spot and a good view, people had been there since 2 AM, which is crazy to do in the middle of London. They need to have a specific time where people can queue from to keep from this or else it’s going to get crazier and crazier each year. And I am unsure how practical this would be, but it would be great if there was some form of cover, we were absolutely roasting yesterday and everyone’s phones kept overheating, which is something I’ve literally never had happen even when I lived in Florida.

They also started letting us in late, last year we began to be let in at 9:55, this year we got let in at 10:45.

Security was stricter this year though, within the barriers no one was allowed to cut in line, you could leave and come back, but not cut in without having been there before. Last year I had a friend literally jump the barriers to join someone and they didn’t care, so it’s interesting to see how they changed.

I’ve seen people say they should move it to Hyde park, which would be good for capacity but not as good for the performers, many of them have matinee shows to get to, and some are in costume, I walked back with the Les mis cast yesterday and they were all stressing walking back because they had less than an hour to get back to the theatre, reset their costumes/ wigs and cool down before the show, they don’t have time to travel from Hyde Park back into their theatre. Trafalagr is a great spot for the performers to be able to get to and from their theatres, though some are further away, in general, it’s a good place to be, but it just needs more organizing and maybe even a cut off for the queue because it isn’t fair for people to wait for ages only to be told they can’t go in/ will have to wait for people to leave to go inside.

Long story short, WEL is a great concept and a great way to share theatre and to be able to sing along to your favorite songs in a concert like way, but it’s gotten way bigger in the last few years and needs some more control.

[anitalianfrie]

Celestino Vietti shouldn't be a motorbike rider. He should be a lost polito student. He still doesn't know what stairs he has to take to get to what laib, the even numbered classrooms' vending machines always steal his cents, he's routinely late because the ciriè-Turin train is never on time. He's had to queue for the smart cart at the administrative office (average waiting time: from 30 to 45 minutes) way too many times beause he keeps losing it. He's in his third year and still hasn't done the analytical geometry exam. He once went to a lecture with a beer in hand.

[profoundlyscreechingkryptonite]

Hi dears ❤️

Since the beginning of the attack on October 7th, my family and I have been displaced to a relative's house. Three families are cramped into a small house with only one room and a living area. Due to our large number, we sleep next to each other without any privacy or comfort, increasing the risk of infection. Limited water availability led to cholera and diarrhea among us. This situation persisted for 45 days. During this time, my mother suffered an ankle injury from a fall on the stairs due to the *lack of electricity*. Additionally, *eczema* developed due to hand washing and salty water. Water scarcity forces my father and brothers to wait in long queues for water. The process of making bread is exhausting as finding firewood is difficult. Our situation worsens, and *we want to leave before the start of a military operation in Rafah

Our situation worsens, and *we want to leave before the start of a military operation in Rafah*. I'm a fourth-year medical student, aiming to secure my study expenses before the new academic semester in Egypt to prevent wasting two years of education for me and my sisters.

My sister Aseel is a nursing student who also wants to continue her university education. Unfortunately, her university has become a shelter for displaced people

My sister Haneen, who excelled in her studies, she graduated from high school three months ago before the war, and got 98% ,she dream to complete her university education but she only studied at university for two weeks, and the war began and her university was destroyed

and this is my sister Fatima, she in high school students, faces similar challenges as her school has become a shelter for displaced people, rendering it unsuitabl

This is my sister fatima Over 40% of schools are either partially or completely destroyed. We hope to leave and complete our education.

On March 7th, a neighboring house was bombed, leaving us terrified. Thankfully, we were unharmed, but the experience was traumatic. We cried and hugged each other, thanking Allah for our safety

. Some pictures show the aftermath of the bombing, including our damaged car.

[im-not-batman]

For the ask WIP game

Spideypool falling please 😊

Oh I LOVE this one!

It's a 5+1 of spideypool falling for eachother and then Falling For Eachother. Featuring Dadpool because I'm a big fan of his work (Ellie).

"It really creeps me out when you do that, Webs." Wade said, sinking deeper into Peter's beat-up couch and kicking his fluffy-sock-clad feet up onto the other half of it that Peter was perched above. "I like sitting up here, sends all the blood to my brain so that I can beat you quicker," Peter reasoned and as if on queue the tinny TV speaker announced yet another victory. "You're such an asshole, Baby Boy," Wade smirked up at him, sounding more proud than annoyed. He threw a couple of M&Ms up for Peter to catch in his mouth, "do the other heros know how much of an asshole their comrade is?" Around his mouthful of chocolate and peanuts, he grinned, "I save all my worst bits for you, Wade." It was true too. He always felt like he needed to pose and posture around his fellow superheroes. Even though he'd come into his own as Spider-man over the last ten years, he still yearned for their approval and strived for their respect. Around Wade though, there was no need to pretend he was any better than he actually was. He didnt feel the need to constantly be on his best behaviour. Peter let his sass and sarcasm, disdain and irritation, good moods, bad moods and everything inbetween run rampant around Deadpool. And he never felt like he was being judged or evaluated. Just admired. Ecouraged even. "I'm touched," he said, throwing up another handful of M&Ms. This time Peter didn't react quick enough, lost in thought, and missed them.

Instead Wade caught the chocolates in his own mouth. Which shouldn't have been a thing but Peter's brain was making it a thing. He couldn't figure out if it was the ease with which he caught them – Peter's attraction to competency rearing it's ugly head – or the fact that the M&Ms were intended for his mouth and were now in Deadpool's. Either way, Peter's brain was doing some sort of horny gymnastics to rationalise it as tonsil tennis by-proxy. He watched Wade's throat bob as he swallowed. Peter's concentration was decidedly broken. He slipped. Usually that wouldn't be an issue; usually he'd have fallen from a much greater height and thus had more time to catch himself. But he was hanging from the ceiling this time. Granted, it was a relatively high ceiling, but not high enough. He let out an indecipherable jumble of a scream/shout/warning and Wade managed to dive out of the crash zone in time to not be knocked out by a 170 pound moron. When Peter didn't feel the heavy, throbbing pain of head trauma, he managed to gather his wits enough to realise that his head hadn't made contact with anything.

After another moment, he realised that Wade had seemingly managed to get his hand between Peter's skull and the floor. He still found himself uncomfortably contorted - half on the couch, half off, in a sort of human pretzel situation - but Wade had reacted in enough time to keep his head from cracking against the ground. And he was still holding him that way.

Peter's brain stopped working again. "Sorry," Wade said, trying to right the hero so that he was no longer lying at a downward 45 degree angle with legs akimbo, "Dad reflexes."

Peter wanted to scream. "You're apologising for saving me from a concussion?" Peter attempted to tease but it fell flat when he saw Wade's face, "Are you okay?" He let out a choked laugh, "Am I okay?" He asked incredulously, "you just fell eight feet." "And yet you're the one looking a bit loopy," Peter half laughed but wasn't able to keep the worry from seeping into his tone. "You scared the shit outta me, thought you were gonna go splat!" Deadpool justified. "From that height? Child's play. If I'd splatted, I'd have deserved it." It was a joke but Wade didn't seem to find it funny. "You should look after yourself better, Petey," he looked like he realised he was being too serious then, and his demeanor visibly shifted, "you don't regenerate, so you gotta look after that sinfully gorgeous meat suit of yours."

Ty ty for the ask! I really wanna get back into writing these two, I love them so much 🥲

Send me an ask with which of my WIPs from This Post you wanna hear about!

[uniquexusposts]

Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 25/45 Word count: 3369 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

Previous chapter

Chapter 23. My Team

Matilde yawned and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She looked around; was it the Spa Grand Prix if it didn't rain at least one day? The car in front of her moved, driving for five metres, making Matilde join the queue. It was the first time in three weeks she had driven her car. It was the first time in three weeks she had set a foot outside of the UK. It was the first time in three weeks she went back to a race.

"Do you think I can pass them?" Matilde asked her dad and looked at him, he sat next to her.

Living three weeks with a parent after ten years, was odd, somewhat annoying, but also trusted and fun. Matilde and her father were best friends. However, Matilde was looking forward to living by herself again. The summer break was about to start and her entire family would celebrate it in Italy, and Matilde and her father were on their way to Italy now. With just an extra stop, they would pass Spa-Francorchamps, so it wasn't even a question to visit the track during the Grand Prix. Besides, Matilde's father hadn't visited Spa-Francorchamps before, or even visited a race with Matilde as Ferrari's team principal.

"Hmm," her father hummed. "You are Ferrari's team principal."

"Yeah," she sighed.

"But it doesn't mean you can break the rules."

"I know," she agreed. "But at this point, we will get there when the race has already begun." Perhaps, she exaggerated, it was still eight o'clock in the morning, but it was busy and they weren't even close to the track. "And technically, I'm not working, so I don't know if I can follow those rules."

Matilde didn't dare to act like she was the team principal now, so she waited and stayed in the queue.

Her father was looking at his phone. "Thomas can claim tickets for speed skating in Stavanger, Helen will join as well. Do you want to come too?"

"When is it?"

"First of December."

She blew up her cheeks. "It's the week after the last race," she mumbled. "Uhm..." She blinked a couple of times, trying to think of an event she possibly had that weekend. "It's the world cup, right?"

"Ja. We can claim a ticket for you and otherwise we can sell it, or someone else will come with us," he mentioned and said to his friend that he needed to claim a ticket for himself and Matilde. "It will be a standing ticket, though."

"Perfectly fine," Matilde replied. "That will be fun. I will ask Galileo tomorrow if there's something planned, but I don't believe so." When the words left her mouth, she realised something. "Gosh, I'm dependending on my assistant." A disgusted look washed over her face. "This is something I did not want."

A laugh rolled over her dad's lips. "Times are changing."

"Awful." Matilde ran her hand through her hair. She looked in the mirror and a car that was being escorted by some policemen on motorbikes passed them. "If you need help with looking for accommodation or other things, just let me know. Happy to help."

"We will probably go to the same B&B."

"Hmm-hmm, and 'accidentally' brunch in the same hotel as the speed skaters."

They both began to laugh. Last year, also during the speed skating world cup in Stavanger, they had a quick coffee break in a hotel when driving to the ice hall and they bumped into every delegation. It was by accident, they had no idea that it was the hotel that all the speed skaters were staying in, which made things more fun. Every time they went to a speed skating world cup, something ordinary would happen to them. And they visited the world cup almost every year.

"It was a success," her father added. "We're just gonna do it again. They don't know we're there for them. We are just random tourists, we don't know anything about speed skating, everyone is happy."

A shock went through Matilde's body when someone was standing next to her; it was a police officer. He couldn't help, but laugh. Matilde awkwardly smiled and rolled down the window of her car.

"Bonjour, madame," the police agent said.

"Bonjour, hello," Matilde replied.

"Sorry to scare you, I thought you knew I was here," the man apologised. "What are we doing here?"

Matilde's face straightened, the stress flickering through her eyes. Did she do something wrong?

"When passing, I noticed the sticker." He pointed at the special F1 parking sticker on the front window. "And you are aware that you don't have to wait here with a sticker like that?"

An even more uncomfortable smile came on Matilde's face. "Oh. I didn't want to break the traffic rules by just doing something."

"I see. But as team principal you can call us and then we will escort you to the track."

"I know, but I'm not really working."

He nodded impressively, like Matilde was the first one to follow the rules. "Where do you need to go?"

"The paddock."

"Put on your blinkers and follow me." The police officer put down the visor of his helmet and drove away on his motor.

Matilde started the engine of her motor and left the queue, checking if it was safe to go. Her dad quickly put on the emergency blinkers. They passed the long queue.

"Don't be modest," her father smirked.

Matilde's cheek started to heat up. "How am I supposed to know this?" She sighed. "And we can't go casually to that hotel for a coffee between the speed skaters. They will recognise me straight away."

"Oh, my god," her father fangirled.

"Dad."

Laughter filled the car.

After ten minutes, they arrived at the parking of the paddock. Matilde parked the car and stepped out of the car, stretching her limbs. She looked at her father, who was taking in the surroundings. They weren't even in the paddock, but the impressive look on his face made Matilde smile. Matilde walked to the boot and opened it, grabbing her Ferrari jacket and purse.

"Do you want a jacket?" She asked her dad and put on the red jacket.

He was shaking his head. "I will take the cap."

She grabbed her paddock pass and put it over her head. She grabbed the second, personalised pass from her purse and handed it over to her dad. He looked at it, his eyes slightly widened and he widely smiled. They looked at each other and shared a proud moment.

They walked towards the gate. A few photographers noticed Matilde's unannounced appearance and made sure they had her on camera. Matilde's dad walked a few metres behind Matilde, taking some photos from her.

"Mati," he called her.

Matilde turned around and noticed how her dad made photos of her. She felt slightly embarrassed when she looked around and saw people looking at her, but she made sure she looked nice in the photos anyway. Then her dad wanted a photo of himself in front of the gate, and a selfie. A photographer walked up to them and proposed to take a photo of the father-daughter. Other people looked at them catching the proud father moment and they caught the moment with their camera as well. Little did they know that the moment went viral later that morning.

* * *

It was time for the pre race briefing. Everyone who needed to be at the briefing, made sure they were on time in the meeting room. The atmosphere was a mis of anticipation and focus as team members settled into their seats, each occupied with their own preparations. The room buzzed with quiet conversations.

As the designated time for the briefing approached, a collective hush fell over the room. Narciso wasn't present yet. Charles looked at the notes he had made yesterday and then looked around the room. Carlos was drinking a cup of coffee and talking to his engineers. Someone from the team made the decision to postpone the briefing by five minutes, since Narciso wasn't there yet.

Everybody was happy it was the last race before the summer break, but also excited to do one more race; Spa-Francorchamps meant a lot to some people, and others just liked the track.

And most were just happy that it was Narciso's last race.

A soft knock on the door made people look at the entrance of the door, expecting Narciso to open the door. However, Narciso wouldn't just knock, he would open the door without an excuse. The door slowly opened and a head popped around the corner.

"Good morning," Matilde smiled and looked around. It seemed like the briefing hadn't started yet, and Narciso was missing. She opened the door fully and stepped inside the room. "Hey," she said again.

Smiles appeared on many faces. "Matilde," a few happily said.

The room immediately brightened as Matilde entered. Her unexpected presence brought a wave of relief and comfort to the team members who had been silently dreading Narciso's briefings. Charles couldn't help, but offer her a warm smile. A sense of relief washed over his body when he saw her.

"We did not expect to see you here," Carlos exclaimed, his expression turning from surprise to genuine delight.

"I was in the neighbourhood," she casually replied. "And I couldn't just stay away because I miss this," she quickly added. Laughter filled the room. "Am I disturbing?" Her eyes were scanning the room.

"No, no, not at all," someone said. "Are you leading this briefing?" Even though it was a joke, hope flickered through their eyes.

Matilde shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. It's still Narciso's day," she mentioned.

"He's fashionably late," another engineer said.

"As always," someone else added.

"Probably appendicitis," Matilde jokingly said. Her eyes met Charles', and she offered a subtle nod, acknowledging the punctuality issue. He quickly raised his eyebrows slightly, sharing he understood her joke. "But," Matilde said to everyone. "Now that you have to wait, how is everything going? How are you doing?" She sat down on her chair, as head of the table. Narciso wasn't present yet, so she could sit there while he wasn't there.

The room buzzed with renewed energy, the tension that had been building prior to Matilde's arrival dissipating. Matilde listened carefully to everything that was being said. Team members shifted in their seats, suddenly more at ease. It was as if Matilde's presence alone had the power to transform the dynamics of the room.

"If we knew you were coming, we would have gotten something for you," a manager said.

"Please, it's fine," Matilde replied like it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't a big deal to her. The fact that she saw how the dynamics changed within seconds of her arrival, made her realise what was going on within the team. And they thought of her.

"But how are you doing?"

"I'm good, as good as recovered. Glad I can finally leave the UK - not that I don't like the UK, but being stuck there is something else," she said.

Charles couldn't stop looking at her while she was talking to everyone. She genuinely was interested and she made sure everyone was heard. The way she listened to everybody was just delightful. She smiled warmly, nodded every now and then, when she was thinking, her eyes slightly narrowed, she played with her hair - that was blown out again - and she just showed positivity. She felt like coming home.

Then Narciso entered the room, he was surprised to see Matilde sitting on his seat. "Matilde," he replied, perplexed. "I didn't expect you here." He placed his stuff on the desk, like it was a sign for her to move out of his way.

"Narciso," Matilde replied. "Good to see you, too," she said and got up. "I came here to say hi to my team. And there was time for it," she smiled friendly.

"We were just about to start the briefing," Narciso said, his tone indicating a mix of annoyance and impatience.

Matilde passive aggressively stepped aside, giving Narciso his space. It became difficult for her to stay professional, as she didn't like the man. The way he treated her at the office during board meetings...Perhaps he couldn't handle it that a young woman is the team principal instead of a white man in a suit; him. "I am aware," she replied, maintaining her calm demeanour.

Narciso raised an eyebrow, seemingly unamused. He sat down and prepared himself for the meeting by organising the documents and opening his laptop. "We are about to begin. Kindly excuse yourself from this meeting." He looked over his shoulder, not wanting to look at Matilde.

Her eyebrows raised, that was direct. She looked around, reading the reactions of her team; they all looked surprised, offended and disbelieving. She threw her hands up in the air. "I wasn't planning on staying. It's your domain today, after all. Your day, your Grand Prix," she responded. She noticed how a few faces dropped to disappointment. How badly she wanted to be there for everyone today, she knew she couldn't do it and Narciso was in charge. "Good luck, guys. Don't let anybody fool you." And with that being said, she left the room again.

As the meeting began, it was confirmed to everybody what the massive contrast between the two figures in charge were. Matilde's approachability and genuine interest in her team stood in stark contrast to Narciso's more authoritative and sometimes abrasive style. And the team seemed to respond differently to the two leaders.

While every team was in a briefing, Matilde walked through the paddock to find her dad, who was just strolling around in the calmth. The guests would show up later, the teams from F3 and F2 were preparing for their races. And of course, reporters were eager to get a glimpse of Matilde or wanted to get a quote from her. However, Matilde told them kindly she was not here for photographs or any interviews. She found her dad and they walked back to the Ferrari facility for some coffee.

"And? How did they react?"

A smile covered Matilde's face. "Surprised, but happy, I think," she responded. "It was good to see them. I missed it."

"That is good to hear," he reacted surprised. "Never thought you would say it, though, after everything that has happened."

"Well, we're in a different situation now. I'm not the annoying team principal, I'm me. Chances are so big that things are changing in a couple of weeks again," she observed.

The morning slowly passed and the news of Matilde being present spread fast. Multiple team principles came by to say hello and Matilde went to visit some people. She went to Mercedes, to thank Toto for his help. She went to Red Bull to quickly say hi to Christian and Max. Kevin was ahead of her to say hi, as he had seen the photos on social media already. And she just enjoyed being around the track again, enjoyed this event with her dad and stayed in the shadows so the attention wouldn't differ from the drivers and the teams.

When the race was about to start, Matilde and her dad took a seat in the back of the garage. Matilde was aware this was probably the only time she and her dad could watch the race together at the track - unless things change, but Matilde was almost completely sure things wouldn't change.

To many surprises, Ferrari recovered from the bad weekend. After the start, they climbed to the top three. For a moment, it was undecided who would win as Max, Charles and Carlos were in a tight fight for first place. The dynamics within the teams drastically changed and people picked it up.

Matilde liked to watch the race from the back of the garage as she could oversee each and everyone. She observed her people. The way the mechanics smoothly moved during the pitstops, how everyone was communicating clearly. Things were different before. However, Narciso didn't like how it was going; his body language showed he was not amused. The team was the leader themselves instead of Narciso managing them. And she sensed some stubbornness during some discussions over the radio; different from the stubbornness Matilde knew from them.

The team was in a good spirit and once again, they were doing things without Narciso's consent. It was an unspoken statement from the team towards the board; they were running the team like Matilde taught them and how she would lead the team. And her presence at the back of the garage made a huge difference; they were racing for her, to make her proud and satisfied.

And fans were excited as well, since there was a fight going on. Not only in the front, but also in the back. The Orange Army liked the fire that was thrown on the track and its battles, the Tifosi found themselves hungry for a win and other fanbases just enjoyed the excitement.

Max unleashed a masterclass in precision and determination. His car danced through the famous Eau Rouge and Raidillon with an elegance that belied the sheer power beneath.

Charles painted his own masterpiece on the asphalt canvas. The Ferrari Roared through the challenging corners of Spa, guided by Leclerc's deft hands.

Carlos proved his mettle on the legendary track. His racecraft was a symphony of calculated aggression and skillful navigation.

The battle for the win raged on, each turn and straight adding a new chapter to the sage. Max' Red Bull soared across the finish line first, claiming the victory. Charles claimed the fastest lap by finishing a few seconds behind Max. Carlos completed the trio, securing a double podium for Ferrari.

Even though Matilde wasn't particularly waiting to celebrate the double podium around the podium, her mechanics went to the back of the garage to personally pick her and her dad up. Together, they walked to the podium. It was busy.

"It's good to see you back," Abele said to Matilde, he was the mechanic who stood up for her during the night shift after Miami and the disaster.

A smile came on Matilde's face. "Thanks, it's good to be back, to see all of you again. Well done today!"

He smiled and introduced himself to Matilde's father before returning back to the conversation with Matilde. "What does your summer break look like?"

"With my family in Italy. It doesn't feel right that I have summer break, though. I just did barely anything for three weeks straight."

"Very nice. I'm going to Portugal with my girlfriend. Finally some time off," he said. "And you shouldn't feel guilty about the summer break. You recovered, you couldn't prevent it, so you need to rest without the stress of us."

"I know, but it feels off," she breathed.

"We missed you during the night shifts, though."

"Two weeks. Then I'm there to annoy you again," she said. He smirked. "Enjoy your holiday, you deserve it."

They watched how the top three cars arrived under the podium. Yet again, Matilde didn't want to steal away the attention from Narciso. It was his double podium, he sat on that chair and led the team through the entire weekend. Besides, Matilde felt uncomfortable enough to stand between her team while she wasn't working. She looked to her left where Red Bull was celebrating their victory. Then she looked in front of her where Carlos was meeting his team. And finally, she looked at her right where Charles was meeting with his team.

"Incredible to see this in real life," Matilde's dad said to Matilde. "On TV you only see the emotions, now you witness it." There was a smile resting on his face, a precious smile.

Matilde looked at him and smiled as well. "I know, right." Her eyes met Charles' eyes; she clapped proudly, smiled widely and winked. Charles' smile was bright and grateful. Then she looked at Carlos; he didn't see her, but she was also proud of him.

It had been a while since she felt this kind of happiness, euphory. She hoped this spirit would stay, but she was aware things could change easily.

Next chapter

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[not-poignant]

You get a lot of questions via tumblr. Are those ever a burden to you? Do you feel a lot of pressure to answer?

Yeah I currently have 104 unanswered asks on Tumblr to give you an idea of like, me not being able to get to them all.

Some of it is how AO3 has changed my ability to respond to comments has eaten into my ability to respond to asks. Some of it is that I get a lot of social anxiety around responding to certain kinds of asks. (I like those asks, so I'm not going to say what they are in case people stop sending them lmao).

Most of it is that I realised a few years ago that as fun as responding to asks is, that's not actually my job and because it takes time and often research to respond to some of them, it makes it harder for me to write the stories that folks enjoy in the first place, and that one is probably the biggest reason I no longer pressure myself to answer in the same way.

Some of the asks I reply to, especially the ones that require research that a reader could themselves do in the story (I get asked a few things that are actually often already answered in the story, and I answer them the same way a reader sometimes could: by using control + F with keywords in the story), can take 30-45 minutes to compose. Writing advice asks take a lot longer. Research asks can take a long time too.

I can write a chapter in 2 hours, though I'll be tired afterwards, so I can't do that 4 times a day (especially with editing etc.), but you can sort of see how very quickly, if I get fatigued from writing for 2 hours, sometimes I'm going to have to choose between asks, replying to comments, editing, or writing a chapter.

I love the asks I get, they're not a burden at all, but I do make choices re: prioritising what I have time for, and what I can spend spoons on. I've made myself very sick from overworking, so now I get to asks when I can, and queue them up (if you see an 'administrator gwyn wants this in the queue' then I've actually responded to a bunch at once and they'll come out slowly over time so I don't spam people in 10 minutes and then vanish for months lmao).

I still really enjoy them though, and I'm really lucky to get them. :D

[leverage-commentary]

Wanna admin or transcribe?

First off, I know I've been a little MIA lately. I've been working through some pretty intense anxiety (for me) this year, and work has been chaotically busy the last few months, so I haven't had the spoons to focus much time on this blog. I'm sorry!

With that, I'm putting out the call to see if anyone would like to join the admin squad to help queue up posts and/or if anyone would like to be a transcriber.

If either (or both) of those things are something you’d like to do, send us your email address in an ask or a fanmail (I think you have to have spaces between the @ and the .com or Tumblr eats the message). Once we have that, we’ll invite you to our Google Drive folder and our Slack group. If you want to transcribe, we have set up Google Docs for all episodes, so once you join we’ll assign you an episode and you can jump right in and start transcribing.

Before you join, please keep in mind that transcribing is a pretty big time commitment. It takes hours to transcribe one 45 minute episode because you have to keep pausing, rewinding, re-listening over and over again to make sure you got it right. If you don’t have the time to commit to that, that’s totally fine! I just want everyone to be aware of what they’re signing up for.

We have the first four episodes of season four transcribed, they just need to be edited/have the links to references/shows/movies mentioned added. So we have 14 more episodes to be transcribed in season four, and then all 15 episodes of season five.