#Aston's musings

[astarions-musings]

This story is about survivors, who’ve seen the worst that life has to offer and said “Fuck you, I’m gonna be happy regardless.”

This one’s for the people who clawed their way up from rock bottom, with bleeding hands and bleeding hearts, supported by headmates who know exactly what you’ve been through and how to support you in ways you never realised they could. 

It’s about the hope the world couldn’t tear from your heart, the life they couldn’t squeeze from your lungs, the fire in your eyes that they thought they’d put out, but yet it still fucking burns.

This one’s about the future, for people who never thought they’d get one.

It’s about what happens after the happy endings, when you’ve fought off the monsters and made friends with your demons (they make damn good headmates), and yet the story goes on. It’s about the nights you spend stitching together a new sense of self, about patching the holes in the person you once new, about moving into a whole new self like a hermit crab who outgrew its old shell, admiring the claws and the fangs and the dashing good looks of the new form.

It’s about sitting down in a bed under the warm blankets, surrounded by the creature comforts that your system’s collected, and approaching your trauma like you’d approach a stray dog. Moving softly and gently, with some comforting treats to help it feel safe, letting it approach you at the pace it feels safe at. Feeling your heart break into pieces at how awfully this animal has been treated, feeling the cold rage in your soul at the bastards who abused this animal so cruelly, but also the hope and the joy at the life this creature still has ahead of it.

It’s about looking the pain in the eye and going “Fuck you, I’m gonna be happy regardless, and I don’t care how much work it’s gonna take.”

It’s about people like us. It’s about people like you.

And you’re not alone.

So welcome to the story. Let’s write a new chapter.

[ac1nums-moved]

@litearra, aston logan required an incorrect quotes featuring jake connelly.

[ac1nums]

@litearra, aston logan required a one liner from jake connelly.

"  how  am  i  supposed  to  make  you  feel  okay  when  all  you  do  is  walk  the  other  way? "

[ac1numa]

@litearra asked: ❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜ ( aston & logan )

jl. logan loved his sister. how could he not when she had a lot of good ideas when it came to his relationship with grace? he was completely lost at the moment. he wanted everything to be perfect, to please and to give, that he forgot that sometimes, he made a lot of mistakes. sighing as he observed the girl circling in the room, he couldn't help but stop her, his hands filled with glue due to the fact that he had finished his Valentine's Day cards. " what do you suggest? i mean, i only have these cards and a voucher for a day at the spa. think that will please her? do i need to buy more things? i should have done what garrett suggested. a bucket full of her favorite food and books about those serial killers. "

[kokorose]

The best friend-DR3

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[folkloresthings]

NORTHANGER ABBEY — send a muse + your favourite trope and i’ll write a drabble/blurb.

fernando alonso and falling asleep on their partner but it's nando who falls asleep

i love u sm <3 have a great day angel

for the nando podium today 🫶

SLEEPY. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

never in your whole relationship with fernando had there been such an exciting race weekend. the first race back after the summer break and you couldn’t have been happier to accompany fernando to the dutch grand prix. exploring amsterdam, watching every free practice, taking an abundance of photos despite fernando’s protests.

what could you say? you were proud. two weeks spent lounging on a boat in spain, skin sun kissed and days long, you could sense fernando’s itch to get back on the track. you were the most important thing on earth to him, but racing was his element — and he looked so attractive doing it.

“good luck,” you whispered to him just before he got in the car, grasping at the front of his race suit. fernando pressed a doting kiss to your lips, admiring how you looked in the green aston martin jersey.

“see you on the other side,” he whispered back, pecking your nose sweetly before he slipped his helmet on and disappeared onto the track. like always, your blood pressure soared as he rounded each corner on the track; even more so when the rain started to pour on the dutch track.

but he crossed the finish line in P2, his seventh podium that season, and all of the love you had inside for him spilled across the aston martin garage. every engineer and worker in sight hugged you tighter than ever. arm linked in kelly’s, you watched as both boyfriends celebrated their wins. sprayed with champagne, fernando’s eyes found yours down below, and in one look you heard a million words. more clearly, just three.

he must have kissed you fifty times since getting off the podium, not caring what cameras were watching. he was ecstatic, leg bouncing in the car back to the hotel. max had invited everyone out for dinner, as it was his home race, but fernando could barely let you get ready for kissing you.

“nando, we’re going to be late if you don’t let me do my hair,” you giggle against his lips, the weight of his body on top of yours warm and comforting. he groans, slipping his chin into the crook of your neck.

“can we stay here?” he mumbles. “i’m tired. and i can think of better things to do than go out…”

his tone turns suggestive, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. you slap at his teasing, shoving your boyfriend off of you with a roll of your eyes. in the reflection of the hotel mirror, his eyes never leave you. god, he was sickeningly in love with you.

“you look beautiful, mi amor,” he murmurs, muffled from the kiss he presses to your temple. dapper in his shirt and trousers, you happily snap a picture for your pleasure and drag him down to the hotel restaurant.

the dinner goes on for hours, full of food and drink and laughter. it’s around half past midnight when some drivers begin to fizzle out and go home, max and charles still ordering shots from the bar. you’re half listening to one of carlos’ stories when you feel a strange weight on your shoulder. tucked into your right hand side, fernando’s head has dropped to sleep on you, his hand still rested on your thigh.

you glance down, trying not to wake your tired boyfriend, and smile fondly. he was wrecked, after a day full of media commitments and congratulations after congratulations. the sight of him was adorable, lips turned downward and eyes gently creased at their sides. you were glad no one else had noticed, for fernando’s sake if nothing else, and gently roused him with a rub of his arm.

“baby? come on, let’s go to bed,” you whisper, and you swear your heart melts inside of you when his droopy eyes raise to yours. he was just adorable, furrowed brows and fingers squeezing at your skin. he nods silently, pulling himself up from the chair. you make your excuses for you both, kissing all of the boys goodbye, before you follow the sleepy fernando to the elevator.

you take his hand, guiding him the right way, and he finally rests against you when you’re inside of the lift. he smells vaguely of his cologne, faded from the long night, your face pressed to his chest as he sways you both gently in your climb to the twentieth floor.

“bed time?” he mumbles, drowsy, stepping out and heading towards your room. you nod in agreement, suppressing a giggle at his tired state. he lets you undress him when you’re safe behind locked doors, slowly and softly undoing every button on his shirt, leaving behind a trail of kisses on the skin underneath.

by the time your own dress is hung up and your makeup removed, he’s out like a light. taking a moment, you stand at the edge of the bed and admire him. his back muscles rippling every time he shifts on the mattress, hair already tousled. somewhere in your stating he wakes, at least you think, grunting and reaching out for you to join.

gladly, you appease him. under the covers, fernando bundles you up in his strong hold and doesn’t let go until morning. and even then, he’s not letting you go too far.

[russellsppttemplates]

Could you do a Lance one where you're busy in helping your mom and he needs to go to Aston Martin factory to do the seat fitting for the next season car, so he takes Margot and Addalynn with him

"We're going on an adventure, girls!", Lance knocked on the playroom door and balacing himself on it, "but mummy is helping grandma and she won't be back until later", Addalynn reasoned as she recalled what you had told them before you bid goodbye.

"Yes, grandma needed help with some paperwork", Lance confirmed, "but I need to go to the factory and I can't leave you alone here, so let's go get ready to go out, yes?", he urged them into their bedrooms.

"It's cold outside, so can you guys get your coats?", Lance asked as he too got his coat from the closet before he joined them again, "I need to use the bathroom, daddy - don't forget about me!", Margot checked before she walked inside.

"We won't, baby - do you need the bathroom, Addalynn?", Lance asked your oldest daughter, "no, I'm fine", she replied back, "what are you going to do in the factory? Is it a meeting?".

"No, not a meeting. I'm going to do a seat fitting", Lance explained, "I need to put on my suit and then the guys are going to make sure my seat is comfortable and safe for me to race in", he explained as he helped her with her boots.

"I'm here! I'm here!", Margot ran inside her sister's bedroom, "Good, let's go then!", he clapped and ushered them downstairs, putting shoes and coats when in who didn't have them on yet before going to the car and driving to the factory.

"What is daddy doing today? Is it one of those things where we have to sit quietly?", Margot asked, remembering the last she was in one of those and Lance let her sit with him if she kept quiet enough.

"No, they're making daddy's seat for the car, I think we don't need to be too quiet, but we need to behave well", Addalynn responsibly advised her, earning a nod from her little sister.

"Look who it is! Hi, girls!", the young woman at the front desk of the department smiled, waving at them as they waved back, "is it bring your daughters to world day?", she asked Lance.

"It's something like that, yes", Lance smiled as he stepped closer to the rest of the team he would be working with closely today.

"You can play here, okay? I'm just going to change into my suit and then I'll be back", he checked with the girls as one of the mechanics happily played with them, kissing Addalynn's and Margot's cheeks before he excused himself.

"Are you building daddy's seat with a comfy blanket?", Margot asked curiously as she looked at the materials they were starting to lay down inside the shiny green car, "it's a bit of a different material. It's almost spongy but then it goes stiff so we have your daddy's body outline", he explained.

"So like a chocolate egg shell? We did those with mummy yesterday, we had to press two pieces together and then it became the shape of the egg!", she mused, "we could have brought chocolate to share with you, but we ate it all, didn't we Addy?", she looked up at her older sister.

"Yes, we did, we're sorry", the oldest girl offered earnestly, "we'll ask mummy to make some more and then we'll come here to share, okay?", she offered.

"How nice of you, girls, thank you!", he smiled as the click on the door sounded, Lance coming out of the room dressed in his new suit.

"You look beautiful, daddy", Margot complimented, hugging his legs, "thank you, my love", he answered before kissing the top of her head as she let go, going back to her sister and sitting down to watch the whole process.

"In you go", one of the mechanics said as both girls watched curiously.

"I'm not sure I can see with it here", Lance tapped the car and adjusted himself, "I need an example of something or someone", he mused.

"We can go daddy!", Addalynn suggested as she and Margot to up and stood far way from the car so Lance could have all the perspectives he needed, "see what I mean? I know my daughter has a pink bow on her hair because I put it there this morning but I can't see it that well and I should be able to", Lance commented with the mechanics as they ran a few tests, asking the girls to gently move positions every now and again.

"You were great help guys, might hire you for these test days!", the head engineer said, highfiving both girls as the beamed, happy to help.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[sorendeimos]

✮ Things Severus will never say ✮

↳ a look through his diary

The pain I feel is wholly insignificant in the face of your betrayal. Oh sure, we have fought and hurt before but this time the pain I feel at your hand is so raw, so visceral, that the only way to soothe it is understanding that you are smiling. Your happiness trumps the pain I feel… I just wish you hated him like we used to so that it didn’t hurt so much when that smile was directed at him.

—after the rejected apologies

They scream and yell today. And yesterday. And every day since. Father doesn’t like when I do magic, Mother says it’s normal for My age and to just not show Father what I can do.

—age 8, 7 months after his first accidental magic

I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM

— after his father hit him for the first time, age 8

ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM

—after his father hits his mother the first time, age 8

I met a girl today that’s just like me. She had hair like fire and eyes like spring. I want to be Her friend.

—after meeting Lily, age 9

I told Her she’s like me. She seemed relieved. I hope She isn’t like me entirely.

—after telling Lily she’s a witch, age 9

Lily and I spend almost every day together, but never at my house. She’s too good for that place.

—on spending time with Lily, age 9, almost 10.

Petunia is the worst. I hope She gets a bee caught up that horrid upturned nose of hers.

—on Petunia, age 10

Mother has told me about Hogwarts today. She says I will be sorted Ravenclaw for my mind and thirst for knowledge. I want to be in Slytherin, to follow Her footsteps.

—on going to Hogwarts, age 10

I’m unsure what hurts more. My pride or losing my first friend. The person on whom I could depend. Who I was changing for. Who looked at me and still believed I had some semblance of good inside, even when I’d proven time and again I don’t. And now I don’t have Her so what, pray tell, is the fucking point. I’ll write to Lucius in the morning.

—after the Assault

The Malfoys, while newly-wed, are gracious hosts. I find comfort in Their home unlike anywhere I’ve ever been before. The future seems promising, and Lucius intends to speak with a benefactor on my potions skill. I shall have word back before Easter on career prospects under the sponsorship of this benefactor. If all goes well, my mastery funding will be secured, a job for after lined up, and I will no longer worry about feeding myself in the off season. Things are looking up for once.

—after Christmas, age 16

Joseph Aston - 25–34 Emily Aston - 24 -35 Joseph Aston Jr - 8–36 ••• Marie LeBlanc - 12–57 Damien LeBlanc - 45–56 ••• Charity Burbage - 37–158

I wish that the love he feels for me didn’t exist some days. He smiles at me and it feels like the sun on my skin after months of winter. He touches my hand and my skin feel alight and ablaze. It will hurt when he leaves me.

—Severus on Remus, age 15

The wolf has some fucking nerve attempting to lecture me on how to teach my class. As if he isn’t a beast in a man’s clothing. As if he isn’t a predator waiting to strike me dead.

—Severus on Remus, age 35

Potter and Black hate me, and I don’t know why. They just do… just like Father then. I suppose it's par for the course.

—musing about the marauders, age 11

I miss you. God, how I miss you. It’s been several months and it still hurts so much. So very much. Harry is safe, Dumbledore will not tell me where he is, but he is safe. Cared for. I hope he is loved. I wish I had not chosen this path. The one that took you away. But I am here now and I will work harder now to fix my mistakes. There’s clean-up to be done, people to put away. Wounds to heal, I only hope that if you look down on me, it is not with scorn with which you do it. Albus thinks this war is not over. If it isn’t… I’ll protect him. I’ll protect him with my life, I swear this. I will do for him what I should have from the beginning with you. I will change. I will be better. I will keep him safe.

—6 months after the Potters’ deaths.

He is more like his father than I expected. This will be tying. I will keep my promise but it will… be a trial.

—after Harry comes to Hogwarts

Give me patience, Lily, your son is every bit your husband and I regret to say I rise to his taunts every time. Patience, for strength, will send me to Azkaban and him to an early grave.

—sometime in Harry’s third year

This is my last entry. It has been years since the war began, longer than expected, and I will likely not make it out. I only pray the souls I doomed forgive me, but I don’t blame Them if not.

—the final page, day before the Battle.

[jtl-fics]

But also... Andreil on the great British bake off (they have celebrity seasons)

Look, I'm gonna be honest.

It's a disaster in two parts.

Neil is there EXPLICITLY because Stuart found out that he had been asked to go do it because he is technically British. Stuart has asked him to be the bane of Paul Hollywood's existence and is willing to do quite a bit to make the man's life hell.

"He knows what he did." is all Stuart will say on the matter.

Neil agrees to come be a Baker on the stipulation that Andrew also gets to come. Andrew has no interest in baking other than what it can produce for him to eat, he has no desire to do the laborious task of baking himself.

Stuart offers him an Aston.

Andrew agrees.

Neil is a nightmare in the tent. He hates desserts. He hates measuring. He has never done a single prep bake. He has no idea what the desserts are during the technical challenge. He just goes with his gut (his iron gut). He produces three straight desserts that Paul will not let Prue eat for fear that she will just straight up die if she eats it. He is a pile of misery upon consuming all three.

When Neil is kicked off in round one no one is surprised. Paul pats Neil on the back as he leaves the tent and Neil just leans in, "Stuart Hatford sends his regards." he says now that the mic has been removed. Paul Hollywood's tan fades but Neil doesn't look back.

Andrew is a nightmare for a completely different reason and that reason is that he very visibly and honestly does not give a single flying fuck about what he's doing but he's doing quite well. He is the most boring man on camera, zero quips, won't interact with Noel and whoever the fuck is the other presenter by this point, just him doing exactly what the recipe requires and then he always makes a point of grabbing whatever Paul and Prue have judged and taking it all back to his station so that he can eat it. He stares straight into the camera as he eats an entire three tier cake. He dedicates every week he is Star Baker to his inspiration: Kevin Day.

Andrew makes it all the way to the Finals with impressive bakes that he basically just decided on 100% by how much he thinks it would upset Kevin to watch him eat it knowing that he SHOULD be doing weight training for the olympics. ("Weight TRAINING not Weight GAINING Andrew! Do you have to hold up two fingers as you eat the entire thing? Can you at least PRETEND it's not to SPITE me?" Kevin wails as Andrew calls him for the post-credit scene where the star bakers call their families usually but Andrew just uses it so everyone can hear Kevin Day lose his mind on Public Access.)

Andrew gets to the finals and his show stopper....it's immaculate. It's gorgeous. It's a work of art. Paul Hollywood is looking at this feat of modern baking engineering in wonder.

He shakes Andrew's hand before he even tastes it and-

"Stuart Hatford sends his regards."

Paul Hollywood is now nervous to eat this cake. Does he look out at the gathered friends and family of the contestants and see Stuart Hatford? Does he remember what he did?

He eats the cake because show obligations and it tastes as good as it looks but he is oddly silent as Prue talks about it.

Andrew Wins and Paul Hollywood stays exactly one entire party's width away from Neil, Stuart, and Andrew during the entire victory picnic.

Andrew gives his post bake-off speech and flat out says it was kind of boring and he wants to go home to America. The next scene is him driving off with Neil in an Aston Martin.

Edit: Thanks @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm for the idea once again!

[astarions-musings]

Have another story idea that's floating around in my head rent-free

So, I want to try writing a series of short stories (like the microfiction that we used to write as teenagers) about a system full of 'monstrous' headmates. Having them go from 'imaginary friends' in the body's childhood years, to headmates trying to keep the body alive without fully understanding how they're interacting with each other, to holding down a desk job and living a comfortably mundane life together as an adult.

I want to write a story that acknowledges the hard times, and just how tough it can be to navigate them, while celebrating the happy ending that comes from mutual support and the little pleasures in life. I want it to start with this system repressing unwanted or uncomfortable feelings (after being abused as a kid for expressing unwelcome feelings), then discovering all of those feelings they bottled away as children came in people-sized containers, and that you can't bottle away feelings without locking away the people experiencing those feelings. And it becomes a story about welcoming and embracing everyone in your inner life (as well as giving people space if they want to be left alone), and all of those old survival roles becoming less and less relevant as people build happy and safe lives for themselves.

I want to present this story through timeskips, jumping several years ahead after each scene, both for maximum contrast between each stage of this system's life and also to have fun with implying how the after-effects of each scene have led to a major life transition. Have this all build up to the kind of pleasant mundanity that isn't shown enough in plural fiction - something like the shoggoth headmate (who used to be so feared and demonised) struggling with a shopping list, because they're honestly not used to fronting outside of the house, but one of their friends in the system has a date tonight and they're being a good wingman by handling the meal prep for them.

Have a story that shows how bad it can get, but that it doesn't have to stay that way. That no matter how bad things are for your system, or how bad things once were, you too can enjoy a happy life of mundane pleasures and tender moments. You too can melt into a cuddle pile with your headmates as you're drifting to sleep, even if those headmates come in unusual shapes and sizes. The protectors can rest, the caregivers can be nurtured themselves, the anonymous shadows skulking in the dark place in your system can toast s'mores around the campfire and enjoy the company of their system without having to compromise their anonymity. You can just be, and enjoy life, and look forward to a happy future that has room for all your scars and fangs and extra limbs. Where the dark times in the story aren't included for the sake of tragedy, but to show that you too can enjoy a happy future, no matter how tough your backstory was.

I dunno - I just think we need more stories like that in the world. And it's my way of being the change I want to see, or the representation I wish I had as a child <3

[ac1nums-moved]

@litearra, aston logan sent to jake connelly. [ settle ] sender sits on receiver's lap and gets comfortable.

they had just won narrowly. something that jake was both proud of and upset about. they will have to rework their support and their striking if they wanted to win this time. he was captain. he had to think of that before everyone else. even though, he only thought and breathe hockey, when the guys on the team told him that they were going to organize a little party, he could only agree with them. they needed a breather once in a while, right?

putting his gear and bags in his car, the only thought he had right now was for this one girl that haunts his dream. aston logan. maybe she could come tonight? maybe they weren't going to be alone, yes, but she ould still be there, right? sending a message to his favorite girlfriend, and the sister of one of his opponents who was tough, he had to admit that, he couldn't help but have a smile hanging on his lips when he thought of her. if only john knew. he knew he would be a dead man.

looking around him when the party was in full swing, he turned his head towards one of his teammates who was talking to him when he was surprised to feel a body slouch on top of him. looking at the person sitting on his lap, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss the cheek of the girl he had messaged and who was on his mind, as he adds, in a flirtatious tone. " hello you ."

[ladyamanda123]

imgonnagetyouback

… Lilac short skirt

The one that fits me like skin

Did your research

You knew the price goin' in

… And I'll tell you one thing, honey

I can tell when somebody still wants me, come clean

Standing at the bar like something's funny, bubbly

Once you fix your face, I'm goin' in

… Whether I'm gonna be your wife or

Gonna smash up your bike, I

Haven't decided yet

But I'm gonna get you back

… Whether I'm gonna curse you out or

Take you back to my house, I

Haven't decided yet

But I'm gonna get you back

… I, I hear the whispers in your eyes

I'll make you wanna think twice

You'll find that you were never not mine

You're mine

… Small talk, big love

Act like I don't care what you did

I'm an Aston Martin

That you steered straight into the ditch

Then ran and hid

… And I'll tell you one thing, honey

I can take the upper hand and touch your body

Flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party

Or I might just love you 'til the end

… Whether I'm gonna be your wife or

Gonna smash up your bike, I

Haven't decided yet

But I'm gonna get you back

… Whether I'm gonna flip you off or

Pull you into the closet

I haven't decided yet

But I'm gonna get you back

… I, I hear the whispers in your eyes

I'll make you wanna think twice

You'll find that you were never not mine

You're mine

… I can feel it comin', hummin' in the way you move

Push the reset button, we're becoming something new

Say you got somebody, I'll say, "I got someone too"

Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you

… Bygones will be bygone eras fadin' into gray (fadin' into gray)

We broke all the pieces but still want to play the game (oh)

Told my friends, "I hate you but I love you just the same"

Pick your poison, babe

I'm poison either way

… Whether I'm gonna be your wife or

Gonna smash up your bike, I

Haven't decided yet

But I'm gonna get you back

… Whether I'm gonna curse you out or

Take you back to my house, I

Haven't decided yet

But I'm gonna get you back

… I, I hear the whispers in your eyes

I'll make you wanna think twice

You'll find that you were never not mine

I'm gonna get you back

Observations:

-Gender neutral pronouns

-Using the word “bubbly” to describe her muse…..is so sapphic and 1000% screams Karlie

-“once you fix your face I’m going in” I mean….sure guys can wear make up and be bubbly but come on. This isn’t sounding like any of the beards. This is Karlie or another woman at least.

-whisper in your eyes….whispering eyes is queer

-the “I, I” before whispering eyes sounds EXACTLY like Dress BUT incomplete. Only two instead of 4….because they’re stuck in between. In Dress they were in the moment of the dress coming off and then….

Here the ending isn’t known yet….will this end in a fight or will the dress be coming off when she takes her home?

- “bygones will be bygones, eras fading into gray” Is this indicating that they will be publicly “burying the hatchet” so to speak and be seen together again towards the end of the eras tour?

ANOTHER Thought….

I feel like this album has fully ninja’d my brain! Every day new things jump out at me! But this one completely went over my head until I saw a tiktok Jordyn did about it….

🎶Whether I’m gonna flip you off or Pull you into the closet

I’m sorry, WHAT!?!?

🤯

This album is SOOO loud!!!!

[charlewiss-writes]

behind the lense / felipe drugovich

masterlist

part 27: camera (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: felipe drugovich x photographer!reader

summary: he liked to take pictures before as a side hobbie apart from racing. but now that he found his muse, he's been hiding more often behind the lense, not knowing how to ask you out.

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being 22, you could never have dreamed of the position you were in at the moment: walking through the paddock, camera in hand and a press pass hanging on your neck. the weather in abu dhabi was humid and hot, but you couldn't care less at the moment. your first year as a photographer for f1's social media was coming to an end, and you still couldn't believe that this was your work. you were beyond grateful. due to being present at the immense majority of the gp's that occurred this year, your face was already known amongst the different teams. you had hit it off particularly well with mclaren's garage, being the main inspiration for lando and daniel to bought a camera and start their photographies accounts.

there was a big crowd around the aston martin's garage, and you quickly figured out it was thanks to seb. being the last grand prix of the season, the fourth time world champion's career was coming to an end, so everyone wanted to have a final look at the german. you could never have enough seb's pictures, so you tried to make your way into the multitude, until you bumped into someone's back. the man, you realized, was wearing an aston martin's shirt, so you figured he was a part of the team, even though you hadn't seen him before -you thought you would remember meeting someone this handsome before-. he politely smiled at you, like you two were the closest friends, and gave away his space so you could get alongside sebastian and snap a few pictures. he remained behind you, close but not enough to be invasive, protecting you from the occasional shoves the people around you propined to try and get closer to the driver. once you were done, you grinned back at him and started to make your way out of there, feeling a bit trapped after being so close to so many people.

"i'm sorry, i think we haven't met before".

when you turned to look at whoever had made that comment, directed towards you -at least, that's was what you could guess-, you were pleasantly surprised to find the handsome stranger who had played as your security guard a few moments ago.

"y/n, photographer for f1's socials. you? i feel like i haven't seen you before".

he smiled due to your implicit confession: he was important enough to be remembered by you. "felipe. half time photographer" the boy said, showing you the camera that was attached to his neck. he was about to say something else to you, when lance grabbed him by his shoulders and yanked him, startling the poor man. "you're needed at the garage, drugo, the car's waiting for you" the canadian said, without noticing that his friend was in the middle of something. when he lifted his eyes and saw you, it was like you could see how an idea came to mind. "y/n! so great to see you here. would you take a picture here with my friend? i need to post something congratulating the new f2 world champion!".

he was rushed by lance, so you couldn't talk to him and ask why hadn't he told you who he really was. and even though you didn't run into him for the remainder of the weekend, felipe still found his way to make you smile when he followed you on instagram on monday morning, after the season had ended and you were already at the plane to come back home. the three months that separated one season from the other were spent getting to know eachother, first through texts and then via facetime: you two hit it off instantly, keeping always in touch. because of this, you quickly noticed how much you missed him when he was too busy working with aston martin, or how often he checked his phone to see if he had gotten any messages from you when it was morning on your timezone.

when you came back to the paddock once the 2023 season had begun, you quickly made your way to the aston martin garage, where you knew felipe was at. since signing his contract to be a reserve driver, you assumed that the brazilian would be there. you realized your suppositions where correct when you heard his voice, this time, in real life, and not through some device. "are you looking for someone?" he jokingly said. you turned around and gave him a big hug, answering to his ask. "some handsome part-time photographer, do you happen to know who he is?" you hadn't meant to be so forward, and even though you two flirted as a joke on a daily basis, it was different when you were actually face to face. thankfully, he just laughed and hugged you even tighter.

"i think i know where he is. should we go look for him, amor?".

after months talking, you always come back to talk about photography: after all, it was what had brought you together. so now that you had reunited, it was only right that the first thing you did together was walk through the paddock and take as many pictures as you could. sometimes, you would sneakily take a picture of him, that would be kept hidden in a folder where nobody could see. it wasn't that you were ashamed of the newfound love you had for the driver, but rather than you didn't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship for some weird feelings that you weren't sure were even real. maybe you only liked him because you had a few things in common that you could talk about for hours. you were sure that you weren't actually in love with him. maybe, you were trying to convince yourself that you weren't.

after a few hours roaming the area, you decided it would be best for you and your poor, tired, feet, to go back to the aston martin garage to rest for a bit. when you were about to reach your destination, you noticed that felipe had stopped walking beside you, and when you turned, he was a couple of meters behind, still. "what happened, feli?" you called him by the nickname that you gave him back when you first started talking. "can i take a picture of you?" he shyly said. felipe knew that you preferred to remain behind the lense at all cost, noticing this for the first time when he checked your instagram page and there wasn't a picture where your face showed entirely: you were always hidding, either behind the lense on a mirror pic, or somehow covering your face with your hands.

felipe didn't understand why you did it. he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, ever since seeing you and your worried face for the first time, back in november when you were trying to make your way through the crowd. at the time, he hadn't realized just important you would become to him. and now, after all these months knowing about his feelings for you, he still wasn't sure how would he manage to ask you out without die trying. so the only way he found was through the camera, and with lance's help. you groaned at his persistence in taking a picture of you, but knowing that you had taken plenty of him throughout the day, you felt kinda obliged to let him have at least one.

when you returned towards him to see how the photo had turned out, you saw a certain canadian behind you, holding a sign with the words "do you want to go out with me?" messily scribbled. you laughed when you saw it, face turned red, and trying very hard to mantain eye contact with felipe. "are you behind this?" you tried to say with a serious face, but you couldn't keep your lips from curling into a smile. "i don't know. if you say yes, i might be" he replied, grinning.

[milayaprintsessa]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! (let's do this again and see how much has changed)

NAME: yelena nikolaevna kuznetsova hayes

NICKNAME(S): y, nik, принцесса

TITLE(S): /

AGE: twenty-three

SPECIES: human

SEX: cis female

NATIONALITY: us american / russian

PARENTS: nikolai alexandrovich kuznetsov (father) & rebecca harrington (mother) 

SIBLINGS: aleksei nikolaevich kuznetsov, levi nikolaevich kuznetsov & nikolai nikolaevich kuznetsov (brothers) 

INTERESTS: astrology & crystals, music, books & movies, knifes, hand-to-hand combat, photography, true crime, mythology

PROFESSION: operating manager for the hotel chain of her family (yeah, fuck you to my father)

BODY TYPE: slim, rather small, slightly toned muscles

EYES: hazel with green specks

HAIR: long honey blonde hair with lighter streaks, mostly in soft waves

SKIN: slightly tanned skin, a few smaller tattoos gracing her skin alongside of some scars

FACE: soft round features, with full lips, occasionally wears make-up (and when she does she usually goes all in)

POSTURE: casual, has an insane balance due to her training

HEIGHT: 5‘5“ (166cm)

VOICE: depending on the situation (and person in front of her) either very soft and gentle or rather cold and piercing; sometimes has a slight russian accent when she’s angry, excited or not thinking much, switches frequently between English and Russian when she's upset or drunk; can have a very mothering sound to her voice

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: a formfitting black dress with fishnet thighs and a black leather jacket, and either black converse or high heels 

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: mr. elijah hayes @concreete-jungle (husband)

COMPANIONS: her brothers and her friends

STRENGTHS: very manipulative, good at reading people and collecting information to use against them, hand-to-hand combat, organised

WEAKNESSES: impulsive and contradicting behaviorism, has a hard time opening up to people, big overthinker

FRUITS: cherries

COLORS: black, burgundy, dark blue and dark green

SMOKES: yes, mostly when stressed or drunk

DRUGS: tried weed and e

DRINKS: coffee, red wine, vodka, sprite, energy drinks 

DRIVER’S LICENSE: yes, owns a shiny jet black Aston Martin (loves to drive)

tagged by: @concreete-jungle (you just wanted to see that with your name and husband next to it, huh?)

tagging: @pistolmadeofroses @narcoleptic-sleep @deadlygamemaster @discsters

[thekristinhersharchives]

Throwing Muses. Martin Aston celebrates the band's 25-year career in Mojo magazine, February 2020 issue.

[takingthefastlane]

[F a i n t e d] [Aka roadtrip gone wrong]

Ava couldn't help but sigh in disappointment as Quickie laid on the floor completely out of it, "mom, I told you if we went to that gas station you would've gotten a chance to cool down.." "I'm fine sweetspark- Holy frag why is it so hot?!" Quickie replied, looking up at the sky. She is this close to overheating and passing out and her cooling fans didn't seem to want to cooperate this time round. This was her idea afterall, mother-daughter roadtrip around the US she said, it would be a great bonding experience she said. She just.. wasn't prepared for the sudden blast of heat that made it so her hud visor was basically *screaming* at her to cool down somewhere shady. But she refused this simply because she wanted to make her daughter happy, that were having so much fun. And then this happened... Ava squinted, "Hey ma?" "Y-yeah?"

"You told me your the only aston bentlely right?" "Mhm?"

"THEN WHO IS THAT??"

Send me  ‘ f a i n t e d ‘  for my muse to find yours passed out in the middle of nowhere

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❗️

~Quickshadow had been looking into the powerlines connecting to her base when she spotted a familiar frame sprawled out on the dirt. Was that.. Quickie? What is she doing out here..? And with a Human no Doubt. Either way, she should definitely head over there.. Quickie ain't looking to good.~