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Guys make me get back to writing 😞

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♡ asks ♡

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

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算是just an inCHIdent 12周年的

很菜還遲到了但畫都畫了那還是,,,（好吧）

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i love long distance / online friendship specifically. very much. like there are... patterns and ways that distance specifically creates bubbles of understanding and knowledge and intimacy... wanna be able to tell when you're on your way to work because you backread on your commute and i see you in my notifs. 2 of my friends put their feet in the opposite sides of the atlantic ocean on a phone call once. love getting people's flight numbers so i can see on the tracker that they're delayed on tarmac and text them to cheer em up. love a shared playlist love a spotify jam love streaming. getting a goodnight message while you're making lunch and knowing how time is passing for someone halfway around the world... love making dinner and getting ":V :V :V" reactions in the chat and having to figure out what dinner emoji to reply with. when you get to hear all the little things... you know? sometimes you are actually closer to someone when you are riding around in their pocket all day.

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me, looking at fics and tags for my bedtime story: hm... am i really feeling face-fucking right now?

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Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

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say less

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I’ll argue till I die. Support and do what you love. No matter your skin color and race. At the end of the day we all love it for a reason and love or enjoyment has no race.

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

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Mafia AU

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“Crybaby.” Yukierre - Microfic

Yuki x Pierre

⚠️ Warning?: Angst, hurt no comfort, crash, mentions of hospital, cursing.

“Crybaby.” Yukierre Angst microfic? Drabble?

photo credit:Dan Istitene

His mind was a mess, a mess with the urge to win as he tailed Verstappen. Just as he went to make the move to overtake him, The voice of his Engineer cut his thoughts in half before he could get back in his moment. “Head to the pit, they’re deploying a safety car.” 

Pierre wanted to roll his eyes at that, he was too close to winning for some idiot to screw him over. He slowed, following protocol and sparing a glance at one of the many monitors around the stadium, catching a glimpse of a white car on fire. 

Pierre briefly wished Daniel was okay, knowing it wasn’t Yuki.

…It couldn’t be Yuki right. Right?

“Who crashed?” He was quick to ask, getting back to the pit. He still had 37 more laps to go, he couldn’t afford for it to be Yuki. “…Let’s focus on the race alright?” His engineer called out to him through his helmet, Pierre suddenly felt cold in a moment he definitely should not be cold.

“Who crashed.” He asked again, trying to keep the waver out of his voice.

“Tsunoda crashed with Albon. They are being air lifted to the hospital now.” Was all that echoed through his ear, even as he left the pit, even as he started on his last lap, even when he overtook max, Even when he crossed the finish line in p1. He won the race for Yuki, He needed to.

Pierre couldn’t think, No. 

He wouldn’t allow himself to think.

He pulled into the P1 spot, removing his wheel and climbing out his car so quickly he even forgot to turn it off. Pierre ran, he ran through the lane, through his garage, and into his drivers room, slamming the door shut with a loud thud.

He was crying, he didn’t realize it before but he was crying. Bad. Minutes seemed like hours, nothing made sense to him. Yuki crashed and they wouldn’t even tell him about it. A loud knock on his door brought his mind out of his thoughts. 

“Gasley? Come on you have a podium to get to!” A voice hollered through the door. Pierre couldn’t move, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to face the world, not while he knew where Yuki was, how bad he suffered.

“I don’t give a damn about a podium right now!” He exclaimed, opening the door and being face to face with Esteban, His teammate. 

His face betrayed his shock, eyeing Pierre like he lost his mind. “It’s your win! You just won! You got p1! What do you mean you don’t give a damn!?” Esteban yelled and Pierre walked by. 

“Which hospital are they at?” He demanded, keeping his stride up as he walked through the paddock, looking for the nearest way out.

“Come on, don’t be a crybaby over this Pierre.” Esteban yelled out from behind him.

Several officials of Alphine stepped in around Pierre, spewing ways to get him to stay, to get him to stand on the podium. To get him to wait while Yuki sat in the hospital with Albon.

“He was air lifted! He was hurt that badly! Both of them. I’m not fucking getting on that podium. Fine me, give me penalties. I don’t care.” Was all he said as he found his way out to his driver, slamming the car door shut.

soooo? I’m getting there! Getting into the writing mood! So enjoy this little thing!!

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Breaking news: destiel drag performance on ig reels

(Please support the drag artists!! Here and here)

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Giggling seeing my user in the tag list

finished with classes for the day, you know what that means...

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“Just Barely.”

Notes at the end!!

Strollonso “Just Barely.”

Taglist: @spookystitchery @rockingpeeble @wawawaka @sweet-allien

Model!Lance , Driver!Fernando

Summary (What started it all) :: “A possible fic where big shot model Lance spends his 20th birthday at a club where he goes home with someone, That someone Just so happens to be a World Champion Formula One Racer. More specifically Fernando Alonso. Only to find He is now the cover boy for his team by a phone call a day later.”

Day 1 ? Chapter 1?

The music was loud and the colored lights were glaring out into the streets, a beautiful glance at the party going on inside whenever the door slung open to yet another mind who wished to drown in the place. It was exactly what Lance wanted at least. The only problem being his age which was what most of his friends argued, yet it really wasn’t a problem, not when he’s touring London. 

The life he lived for being so young as people would say, is eccentric, ecstatic. Ecstasy, and Sex bundled into one with the occasional flash of camera that caught his good side. Every side of him was his good side and damn did he know it. Lance took pride in the name he’d built for himself, The natural Stroll fame he received couldn’t compare to what the model had built up for himself over his career. The very same career people claim is too young to be as fair as he’s claimed. Truth being, when your father is a trillionaire and you get blessed with insanely good looks? You’re bound to be set in life. 

Lance handed over his ID, The line awaiting for the club had finally came own to him and the group of people he arrived with. The glance over his ID and a quick smile later, Lance was in the club. Him and the group he arrived with quickly found a table and started ordering drinks, all with loud cheers and celebrations to Lance. He didn’t see the big deal, It wasn’t a milestone like 21, 18, or 16 but he had a reputation to live up to. He was hardly like that in all reality. 

The hard drugs, endless sex, and partying wasn’t the life he lived. Not when he is who he is. Really he’d never done a hard drug in his life let alone have sex with regular drinking. The scathing stories of how majority of models came to be was just not one he lived. His father was already famous as it was, giving him a free easy gateway to any career possible. Lance was undeniable in front of a camera, He knew what to do and he did it well, He even took pride in it. For that exact reasoning he usually avoided.

He looked around the bar, his mind swirling with so many thoughts as he downed a shot handed to him, The souring taste of vodka hitting him like no other. Everyone had started migrating to the dance floor, the buzz of oncoming alcohol and loud music kept everyone in cheerful moods but Lance stayed sitting. His mind was on the offer his dad said he was given, He didn’t even know what it really was for besides the fact it was some random motor sport happening all over. He had a flight to catch to Spain for it in two days, His Spanish skills did need some improving anyways. A staff member waltzed over, drink in hand and a surprising look in his eyes as he hands Lance a drink he knew for a fact, He never ordered. 

“Drink on the house for you, It’s from a guy a few tables that way.” The guy said, seeming to be in a rush as he hurries off to do his job. Lance takes the drink eyeing it before taking a nimble sip of it, expecting a tarnishing taste to ruin his mood for the night but instead being met with a pleasant fruity mixture that made his eyes crinkle with a smile.

He looked in the direction the waiter had motioned to when the drink was handed to him, his eyes searching through the people until he made eye contact with a guy across the bar, Shining and mysterious brown eyes met his, a smile playing at the man’s lips as he raised his drink, nodding his head to Lance as he took a sip of his own drink. 

Now Lance would a flat liar to say he wasn’t intrigued by the man. He was good looking and rightfully so. What better thing to do than to go talk to him? He lived by a strict “You miss every chance you don’t take” lifestyle and he wasn’t going to abandon that now. He needed excitement in his life and older men did nothing more than fulfill that just right.

He got up, holding the drink gently between his fingers before walking over to the man, navigating his way through the crowded club goers with somewhat ease. “Hi there..” He says upon reaching the now clearly VIP, The line drawing right before the Older Man’s table. Lance leans on that very line, smiling his usual big smile.

“Hello there… mí Sol.” His accent thick as the words flowed, a glint in his eyes as he looked Lance up in down, taking in the delicious sight of the young man before him. Now Lance doesn’t know a lick of Spanish, nor has he ever cared but the man sitting front of him has him craving to hear every world roll of his tongue in the language. “I’m Lance.” He says, eyes gleaming as he looked at the older male. A smirk tugged at the Spaniard’s lips as he eyed Lance again as he said “Pleasure to meet you Lancito.. Call me Fernando.”

A devilish look was in his eyes, one that turned Lance on if he was being truthful. “Fernando? I like that.” The Canadian says, testing how the name feels on his tongue, evoking a dark gleam in Fernando’s eyes that caught his attention again. He tilted his head and smiled, doe eyes meeting a ravishing gaze. “How old are you, sweetheart.” His voice called over the music, making Lance lean in a bit more, the question sounding more like a demand. “20 Today, sir.” He replied swiftly out of habit, his eyes quickly meeting Fernando’s again to be met with a grin. “Oh you’re a young one..” He said more to himself if anything, taking a sip of the drink on his table, eye contact not wavering. “Just barely..” Is all Lance could say as Fernando motioned him closer with one finger. Lance knew one thing and one thing only he stepped through the VIP area, sitting his way to sit beside Fernando. 

Tonight is going to be fun.

Okay I know what you’re gonna say! I did not forget about this idea!! I just got wrapped up in a whole of Microfics and Drabble. (Expect those soon.) I did not proof read this but bear with me. I’ll try to upload every two days for This fix and “Visit A Far.” Hope you enjoyed it!!

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Crazy In Love (Masterlist)

A Strollonso AU where Fernando succeeds the Spanish throne and makes it his goal as king to make the Prince of France his groom.

Chapter 1

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“Trip Afar.”

Strollonso Crime!AU. Is this messy and a bit out of wack? Yes. Am I still posting it? Yes. Yes I am.

Lance wandered around aimlessly, desperately trying to speak to the locals surrounding him. He was getting no where with this and it frustrated him. Out of this entire town no one seemed to get a lick of English that he was trying to plead in. His father had demanded this trip via business yet had given the young boy no warning in advance and sent him to a country he didn’t know. Lance now stands in the hustling streets of Spain, clueless on where he is and lacking the understanding level of Spanish to get to where he father had instructed him to go to.

He looks all around him before starting to walk down one of the many roads branching off from the Plaza, his eyes narrowing down on what looks like a bus stop. Lance held his bags close to him while he sat at the stop. The foreign name of the streets tumbling off his lips as he tried to figure out how to pronounce it. He wasn’t having any luck even as the bus pulled up and stopped in front of him with a “skeeewwsh.” Noise. He files in line with the other people getting on the bus, finally stopping in front of the driver, paying his portion and through broken Spanish, states the address he’s trying to get to. The bus drivers face quickly pales, the color draining from his face as he looked Lance up in down, muttering in Spanish before waving him off to a seat. Lance couldn’t figure out why he reacted that way.

He sat down, gazing out the window, quickly plugging in his headphones and pulling out his phone, opening Spotify and browsing through the song options, settling on The Neighborhood and Isabel LaRosa. The people trickled off the bus, one by one, eventually leaving Lance as he stayed sitting in the seat, mind clearly not present in the current moment, thinking about before he left on this trip.

“Lance?” A voice called to him before the familiar figure of his girlfriend entered his room. Her eyes scanning about the room before landing on him as he packed his bags quietly.

“Lance. Where are you going?” She said as he walked past her to get the rest of the clothes he needed.

“Just going on a quick trip for the summer, My dad wanted me to go on it.” He said it like it was obvious because to him it was. He had no reason to go to Spain besides for his father.

“Isn’t this dangerous? Why can’t someone else go!” She exclaims, worry filling her voice as she steps in front of him.

“They’d recognize them if they sent someone from my dad’s job is what he said, therefore he can’t go obviously.” Lance says, stepping around her and still gathering the needed items.

“So they are sending you?” She questions, eyeing him.

“Correct because I’m as close to off the grid that you can get WITHOUT being off the grid. I don’t mess with my dad’s work but… I owe him right now.” Is all Lance says as he gathers the last item, turning to sort it into his bag, unbothered by her now seething anger. 

Lance never really messed with his dad when it came to his job. His dad never let him get involved with work, Lance doesn’t even know what he does, He just knows it makes a lot of people not happy with him. This seems to not exclude his girlfriend.

He snaps from his thoughts when they hit a pothole, his attention being dragged to The driver who kept giving him worried looks through the mirror above his head. As they drove on the city faded out into dirt patches with barely drivable bricked roads, The city chatter fading into the back of his mind. Trees and sky surrounded Lance as he gazed out the window, watching as they got further from the city and into a reclusive era. He was just going to ask the driver where exactly this place was until the bus pulled to an abrupt stop, the force causing Lance to move and slam into the seat in front of him, his bags going almost to the floor if he hadn’t caught them in time.

He quickly looks up at the driver he did a motion that Lance assumed meant that they were there but upon looking out the windows, he realized he was stopped at the end of a road. “Cannot go further, sí?” The bus driver called out to him in broken English as he slowly gathered the two small bags he had, confusion laced his voice as he called back. “Why not?” The bus driver seemed to be thinking as Lance stepped up to the door. “Simply cannot.” Is what he concluded with before opening the doors of the bus, hollering a quick “stay safe-“ The doors shut quickly the bus was leaving as quickly as it came, leaving Lance with no chance to ask any sort of questions.

He stood where he had gotten off the bus, saying a quick prayer before slowly walking down the road. Unsure of where he was going and a bag full of zero hopes, Lance was starting to regret agreeing to this trip, even more so when he most likely pronounced the address wrong. His dad claimed it was gonna take him to a family friend’s house in the city, this was definitely a ways away from the city. He kept up his pace, taking his headphones out to be more aware of everything around him, He’s not thatdumb. It’s a foreign country after all, a beautiful one at that. He kept walking, eyes drifting to the ground.

The sound of a car coming from the road ahead on which he walked, startled him out his thoughts. First instinct came and now he finds himself hiding amongst the lush trees and bushes, watching as the car drove by, Men armed with guns being carried. Everything inside Lance’s mind just froze as he stared at the various amounts of guns, the men clearly all meaning business. Two things were all Lance thought. One: I might be killed. Two: Which fucking way do I go. He could continue down the road where the men CAME from or head back down the road to where they are HEADING. He carefully climbed out the ditch he sat nestled in, keeping close to the tree lines now. A pep in his step as he stayed acutely aware of everything around him now. He just hoped whatever was done this road was better than what those men were heading to.