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Top 10 C Language Interview Questions with Answers

Are you really preparing for a C interview and having too many questions to ponder? Then don't! Think of us as your support system. The following is a very concise list of the Top 10 C Language Interview Questions with Answers that will hopefully be your answer to that next big interview.

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1. What is C language?

Answer:

Think of C as a general-purpose procedural programming language designed by Dennis Ritchie in the 1970s; It meets our needs for system programming because of its fast speed, simplicity, and ability to access low-level memory.

2. What are the basic data types in C?

Answer:

They are basic data types, which include:

int (Integer)

float (Floating-point)

char (Character)

double (Double precision floating-point)

3. What is a pointer in C?

Answer:

In C, a pointer is a variable that keeps the memory address of another variable. It is used for creating dynamic memory management and working with arrays efficiently.

4. What is the difference between ++i and i++?

Answer:

++i means increment NOW, i. e., increment before using in any expression; i++ means use the current value of the variable in an expression and then increment it.

5. What is the use of sizeof operator?

Answer:

It returns the size of memory (in bytes) that a data type occupies. For instance, sizeof(int) may return 4.

6. What is the difference between call by value and call by reference?

Answer:

Call by value: passes the copy of the variable, so changes made inside the function do not affect the original.

Call by reference: passes the actual address so that changes modify the real variable.

7. What are storage classes in C?

Answer:

Storage classes tell us about the scope, lifetime, and visibility of variables:

auto

extern

static

register

8. What is recursion in C?

Answer:

Recursion is a condition wherein the function calls itself. It’s generally applied for calculating factorials or Fibonacci values.

9. What is a NULL pointer?

Answer:

A NULL pointer is a pointer that points to no location in memory. It is used for error handling and safe pointer initialization.

10. How would you differentiate between structure and union?

Structures allocate separate memory spaces to each member.

Unions allocate the same space in memory to all members, which saves space but allows it to hold only one value at a time.

Conclusion

These top 10 questions are about some of the basic concepts of C that are normally asked in interviews. So having command over these will surely be very helpful in boosting your confidence and making you a stronger candidate.

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C++ Language Interview Questions for Tech Jobs in Top Companies

Top C++ interview questions to crack tech job roles in leading global companies.

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LUNCH ⎯ C. Berzatto

carmen interviews a new girl for the recent waitressing job at the bear, and she's been the recent reason for his journal entries the past two weeks.

carmen berzatto x fem!reader

warnings: sexual themes (18+ MDNI), cuss words, carmen being super whipped but also kind of a perv, reader is kind of a ditz but so am i, reader has tats because i do too, reader also doesnt have much dialogue bc it's mostly from his pov.

word count: 1k

a/n: not really based off any specific episode or season in the series. i just love carmy so much <3

"Chef i need you to take over for at least an hour, i got an interview in 10." Carmen instructed Sydney, walking into the office as the kitchen staff began to prepare for open. The staff- mainly Sydney, Richie, and Carmen desperately needed a waiter in house. With how busy the restaurant was beginning to get they needed more than Nat out there.

"Are you gonna hire her?" Sydney asked; Carmen had briefed her about the applicant a day prior. He sat down, refreshing himself on the resume before meeting with her.

"Well she's the only applicant so far, so I don't really think I have a choice chef," before he could finish his thought he heard the chime of the entrance door. Glancing down at the time it read 10:51.

Early, off to a good start, he said to himself quietly. He gave one puff of cologne on his neck to try and musk the smell of kitchen before going out into the front of house to start the interview. Carmen forgot how to breathe for just a few seconds when he saw her- easily the most beautiful person he's seen walk in his restaurant.

"Um- Hi I'm Carmen Berzatto, the owner, you must be Y/N?" He introduces through a deep breath and a shaky hand that he extends. She takes it with a smile, following his lead. The soft taps of her high top converse against the tile floor, the flow of her skirt twirling as she turns in front of him slightly. It's exhilarating.

"Can I get you something to drink before we start? Water, a soda, coffee?" He offers, standing tall next to the table side. She grins and shakes her head denying his offer, her sweet sounding voice making butterflies flutter around in his stomach. That hasn't happened in a while.

They make small talk for a little while, Carmen asking pre-thought out ice breakers before getting to the real questions. But if he's honest with himself he isn't even listening to her answers. He's too focused on the way her lips move and how she purses her lips when she thinks about an answer.

He's taken great notice of the tattoos she has on her arms, in similar places to his own, all black outlined like his too. one is written in french, he assumes, right above her wrist on her arm. One is two small birds on the inside of her forearm. He wants to pause the interview just to talk about what they all mean to her. Partially because he wants to hear her voice for the rest of his life. He wants to press record on his phone and listen to her talk about whatever she wants to, her voice is that angelic.

"Can I ask you what the tattoo on your hand means?" she asked and he thought he was going to faint because she grabbed ahold of his hand gently to get a better look at it. She giggled when she got a better look at the artwork.

"It's to remind me to be careful when I chop vegetables, essentially," Carmen explained with a chuckle. "What does the one on your wrist mean?"

"Terre à terre, down to earth. I dont want to stray too far from who I was raised to be, so that's a reminder. I also have a couple more in french- my grandmother was french so I have a lot of french things in my life." She pulls up the sleeve of her shirt to reveal another tattoo, "étoile filante, shooting star. The first time I saw a shooting star was on my sixteenth birthday, my worst birthday actually."

He reminded himself to close his mouth because he knew he was about to start drooling, hearing the way her silky voice sounded even better in a foreign language.

He breezed through the interview, Natalie insisting that even though there are no other applicants and she'll probably get the job, do it the right way. "I'll give you a call by the end of the week, Y/N. It was a pleasure having you today." He shows her out of the restaurant, walking her to her car for safety, of course."

When Carmen got back inside, before he got to joining the team in prepping for the lunch crowd he pulled out his journal that he started to carry with him. It was full of various things: different dinner ideas to try out on the menu for a special, addresses, phone numbers, and other journal entries. he's made a habit of journal three times a week and he has a feeling he's going to be doing it a lot more with Y/N joining the team.

-

I could eat that girl for lunch. She smelled sweet like fuckin brownies or something, rich and delicious. Her tattoos, her gold necklaces, her smile, her skirt. I feel like a perv but god i know her skin would be so soft, and she'd have the best blind reactions to recipes, and i bet she'd taste good too. I'm closing the applications, this Y/N chick is gonna be the death of me.

-

"Hi Y/N, this is Carmen from The Bear, how're you?" he couldn't even wait a full 24 hours before he hired her. Embarrassing. "I just wanted to call and let you know that we're offering you the job if you are still interested." He bit the cap of his pen with a grin hearing her cheer and laugh on the other side of the phone. "Yea- yeah that's great, listen could you start Monday? I'll get you trained n'all that."

Carmen ends the phone call and moves some papers around on his desk, printing the papers for Y/N and putting them in her folder. He couldn’t stop grinning like a kid from hearing her excited voice over the phone.

Instantly he’s thinking of a million things to write in his journal about her. But he doesn’t have time, he needs to prep the special for tonights dinner service before anything else. Carmen will be thinking of her, however. Thinking of how soft her hands must be, or how sweet her chapstick tastes. He'll think of how it'll be nice to have her around, not just the help but to have someone with a softer tone around the place, too.

He thinks about Y/N while making glaze, mixing everything together to get that perfect spicy honey taste, he's imagining how her face lights up when she laughs. He doesn't even really know her yet but he's already making up what a first date would be like. He'd take her out for coffee, go see a movie, then go for a walk. But not too late, though. Even if she might be a night owl it's still inappropriate to keep a girl out past ten, at least that's what he read in some magazine a long time ago.

"Chef you ready to prep the team for tonight?" Sydney asked, interrupting his thoughts. He stumbled, dropping the spoon into the bowl and biting his tongue.

"Fuck- yeah, yeah I am."

-

"'M gonna go over the menu with you, if m'goin too fast then stop me." He pulls up a chair and tucks his hair behind his ears. Setting the laminated piece of paper in front of her, explaining each dish to her in firm detail. Carmen watches as her french tip acrylic nails trace along the menu, guiding along the words that he says from memory.

She's impressed, shocked even that he came up with this himself. She jokes that she can't cook and it gains a laugh from him.

"I'll teach you a few things, if ya want." He didn't mean for it to come out sounding like he was hitting on her...but secretly he was. Since when was he that slick with words?

-

I can't stop thinking about her. She's on my mind all the fuckin' time. She smelled really good, must have been her shampoo. I would love to just sit with her there, not sexually. Just be. I bet she's really calm and chill. I'd love to get ready with her in the mornings, again not sexually. To spend time, to laugh, to talk. I could eat that girl for lunch.

-

When Carmen walks into the front he catches Y/N taking pictures in the mirror by the entrance. He chuckles, watching her pose and smile. She turns around and gasps, cheeks getting darker when she realizes she's gotten caught.

"Sorry, the mirror is just so aesthetic."

"That? Um, okay? Guess we have different opinions of what aesthetic is." Carmen guides her to the back counter, teaching her how to count inventory of everything.

He feels out of place- no, he feels gross when he watches her bend down. He sees a peek of white lace stick out from the band of her jeans and he knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't help his mind from wandering. He wanders about what other types of underwear she might have, if she has any special ones, what they'd feel like wrapped-

"Carmen!" Sydney snaps him out of his daydream. "Sorry to interrupt, but you have a phone call from the AC guy." He's pulled away, for the better, but he knows he's going to write about this as soon as he gets the chance.

-

I'm interested in more than just being her boss. I could eat her alive, i'd let her take a seat on me wherever she wants for however long she wants. She'd taste like....like sweet watermelons on a sunny summer day. Yeah, something like that. She can't be real can she? I don't know how long I can keep acting professional. I just know she'd be the one for me.

・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。

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Rosa's Cafe

Here's a longer Racial TF set in a coffee shop, Best! Occam

Matthew had clocked up more hours of overtime for his company than they were willing to pay him. He assumed that their guidelines weren’t so rigid and that he would be fine to get ahead early. These days you really need to go above and beyond to get ahead and Matthew was determined to get in the good graces of the big bosses.

Unfortunately working so hard was a misplay. His direct boss was forcing him to take Paid Time Off in lieu of the overtime pay for the past year. Now he sits at home with next to nothing to do, twiddling his thumbs until he can return to the grind. He loved back when he was a barista in college? Maybe he can get back to customer service?

Reflecting on this he takes to LinkedIn to see if there are any managerial spots open for a cafe. Something needs to scratch his itch for administration and he night as well pour coffee while doing so. In a stroke of luck, or perhaps something more deliberate, as soon as he logs in to check listings he sees a manager position at “Rosa’s Cafe.”

He auto-submits his resume to the restaurant assuming he’s overqualified before even reading the listing’s qualifications. Glancing through them he sees that they’d prefer someone fluent in Spanish. Matthew struggles to recall what if any Spanish remains in his head from taking it in both high school and college. He starts to pull up a language app on his phone before seeing that, jarringly fast, he has already been advanced to an interview for this cafe. Rosa herself sending him a message to come as soon as he’s ready. 

Matthew then sprints to check himself in a mirror. He has certainly not slacked in his hygiene since he was asked to stop coming into work, partially in hopes that they’ll need him to come in any day. Today though he throws on some cologne and drives off to Rosa’s Cafe. He doesn’t stop to question how odd it is to already be on the way to an interview, minutes after submitting his resume. They must just really need someone?

As soon as he arrives Rosa is there at the door to greet him, smiling wide and welcoming him into her establishment.

“Hola Matthew! So glad for you to join us, your application was outstanding! Solamente, I was wondering why you wanted this job given your current one?”

Matthew blushes and explains his situation, struggling not to sound like a maniac for wanting to work despite the relatively cushy situation he is in. Although Rosa hears this and is impressed at his ethic, his crave to work. Rosa was more than happy to take advantage of his situation.

“Uhhh there was just one thing though, Miss. Oh uh, lo siento. Señora Rosa.”

“Sí, sí. You aren’t quite fluent en Español, are you Matthew?” He averts his eyes but before he can answer Rosa continues on, “Esta bien. You will just learn on the job sí?”

Putting on an air of determination Matthew pumps his fist “Sí, Sra Rosa! Uh claro que sí,” he attempts, stepping to the limit of the Spanish remaining in his head. Rosa gives him a look like an owner watching a pet as it tries to show off, offering an ambiguous smile before explaining her stance.

“Claro que sí,” offering a knowing nod, “I’m sure you understand why I would want a manager to speak Español, yes? En esta ciudad, in this city, there are very few places where Español is the default. I would just like my cafe to be one of them. The job is of course yours, I would be a fool not to take the opportunity. But while you’re here, mientras estás aquí, please work on su Espanol,” tacking on, “I can’t imagine it will be too long before you’re called back to your job eh? Una estrella como tu” 

To her point there are clearly not a lot of people speaking English in the cafe. Matthew would guess he is probably the only native English speaker present making him blush, although after being flattered by Rosa he was ready to accept. After all he had been meaning to practice his Spanish anyway. He puts his hand out to shake her hand, “when can I start?”

“Well, mi pequeño gerente, why not start training now?” Turning around she calls over the barista Juan to introduce the two, talking to Juan at a speed that made it clear to Matthew that she was quite dumbing down her language in their conversation. She then bids farewell to the two, “adios Matthew! Tengo que ah, cόmo se dice, file your paperwork. Hasta mañana!”

“Hola Matthew, it is nice to meet you! Rosa said to show you around,” Juan smiles offering him a cup of their house roast. “Espero que, ah, I hope you don’t mind but I added canella, cinnamon.” Matthew graciously accepts the cup. He may be a world removed from his time as a barista but instantly returns to his first coffee tasting.

It smelled quite strong, darker than he usually prefers and he can see cinnamon swirling through the cup as the cup steams in his hand. He begins to bring the cup up for a closer smell although as soon as the movement begins the allure of the drink overpowers him and he drinks almost too quickly. It was delicious. He always, almost performatively, drank black coffee at his old job. Or no, his real job?

Juan sees Matthew continue to gulp down the cup of coffee waiting for reaction, though he sees very little sign of his mind processing the drink at all. Matthew’s just staring ahead, his eyes ever so slightly glazing over as he finishes the cup. He grins as it almost looks like the coffee has stained Matthew’s upper lip, offering a napkin before asking, “te gusta hermano?”

Matthew snaps back to his senses, staring at Juan as a small ring of brown starts to stain the center of his icy blue eyes. He struggles to even find the words to describe how profoundly he enjoyed the coffee. It was a passion too great for him to even begin to capture in English. “Juan, that was, cómo se dice? Is there some word better than delicioso?”

Juan laughs putting his arm around his new manager, “Ay hermano! Maybe that’s what you should do now! You just go work on your Spanish and I’ll bring you some samples! Ah, aqui, the employee handbook is in Spanish, practica perfecta!” He brings over another cup and the handbook and Matthew starts struggling through it. 

Matthew figuratively bashes his head into the handbook, it’s not dense but it is per cierto not written with beginners in mind. Smirking as he notices he just reflexively thought in Spanish, going to get another drink only to find the cup emptied once more. He hasn’t been drinking nearly as much since he left the office, bargaining with himself as Juan comes to refill his cup. He can cut back his intake later, he needs to get this through this work.

And work at it he does, caffeine is not making him feel wired as usual but sensual as he continues to page through the booklet. He starts to stretch just to feel the strain in his muscles and the tension in his clothes. He looks down and sees his shirt is fitting much better than he thought it did. It’s not tight but anyone who looks can see there is muscle under there. He stares at his own body feeling strength he does not remember cultivating. Suddenly he notices it’s not only his upper body that’s filling out, as a growing package begins to demand attention under the table. These jeans were clearly not designed to handle this and Matthew is barely able to stop himself from flexing to see just how much he truly can fill this outfit and he attempts to switch gears back to working. Urgently feeling adverse to thinking any further about his body.

Struggling to find any way to distract himself he remembers being historically shit at actually speaking in Spanish. This is as good a chance as any to practice his pronunciation. Matthew begins to mouth the words in the handbook, feeling his tongue in unfamiliar ways that he swears he has done a million times before. Matthew attempts to raise his practice to a whisper and immediately goes into a coughing fit. Hope that coffee didn’t burn my throat he thinks clearing his throat and finding a much deeper voice on the other side. One that announces his Spanish progress to the whole cafe shockingly loud for a whisper though Matthew doesn’t notice. What is immediately apparent to him is how expertly he rolled an R. 

He knows he could never do that, and not without trying. He probably spent half an hour practicing it his sophomore year. He reflects back on how hard he worked on Spanish in the past as his eyes start to glaze over once more. Something is off here, his hand raising to his face not notice a moustache and sloppy goatee start to push out of his face. He foes feel itchy elsewhere though, scratching at his chest and stomach, averting the more animalistic urge to scratch his pits and crotch as Juan begins to walk over.

Matthew quickly tries to meet him halfway, standing to a height just taller than the one he thought he knew to be true. His bulge grazes the bottom of the table which causes his body to convulse in pleasure. His feet are caught on the table as he falls knocking his coffee all over himself and the floor. “Mierda!” He shouts before going dark.

He awakens to Juan wiping coffee off his face, his clothes now certainly stained brown and spelling of rich coffee and cinnamon. Helping him back to standing, Juan makes sure he is alright, “quite the fall amigo! Tal vez we call it a day?” Matthew hastily agrees feeling impossibly strained and weary for what little work he has actually done. Juan continues, “Rosa said the paperwork should be good for you to start tomorrow if you can!” Stumbling to his feet Matt knows he agrees but the rest of his night is little more than a blur. 

He sees Juan wink at him and knows he is going to start tomorrow. He must drive home after that since he is now looking at himself in the mirror brushing his teeth. Something seems off, he is clearly too tired to put a finger on exactly what it is. He flexes his bicep noticing he must have completely disrobed. He thought he shaved his pits recently. He scratches at his crotch realizing that his now heavier cock is also out, pawing at his pubes and feeling his bulge expand even further into his hand before forcing it into some briefs and continuing his audit. 

Didn’t he have a tan? Looking at himself up and down he feels like he isn’t supposed to be this pale right? Isn’t he from? Matthew feels lightheaded and begins to collapse once more before being jarred back to reality smelling the coffee and cinnamon scent still hugging his chest. Using this second wind he stumbles into bed, neglecting to change into his nightclothes and he quickly drifts to sleep.

Matt falls into a dream that feels realer than the reality of his previous life. It’s the middle of the rush and he sees himself working at an espresso machine with Juan. He looks down seeing his body expertly maneuver around the bar, tossing cinnamon into drinks, chatting with customers in truly fluent Spanish. He pauses in this dreamscape to notice the tan he was so sure he had earlier. He sees the tattooed arms he has known for years, he worked hard enough for them after all, might as well show them off on the clock. He raises the hairy arms to flex at Juan and say something clever in his native tongue before being jarred back to reality by a sunbeam.

Matt awakens hearing his morning wood stretch his briefs to their near limit barely able to keep himself together before seeing the time and once more shouting “mierda!” He is already so late for work, they’ve been open for hours. It’s his first real day and he has already jod- he’s already fucked it up! He quickly inspects himself once more, seeing the true version of himself he saw in his dream. Seeing his recently shaved chest he quickly realizes he doesn’t have time for a shower. He smells his pits just to see how bad the damage is. His voice rumbles in his chest, “joder…”

He smells again even deeper, it reminds him of? Oh it is just on the tip of his tongue, which he begins to reach out before remembering his predicament. He throws on a dress shirt before giving one last whiff to his pits, flexing his pecs as he does so. It is so fragrant, almost spicy. Matt postpones the mystery after concluding it should certainly be covered by the smell at Rosa’s and rushing out the door. Not seeing as his chest pops off the top button of his shirt and his neat goatee begins to grow even thicker.

Matt rushes into the door and is greeted like a regular, which he is of course to be now, as the new manager. He feels a warmth in his chest as Juan brings over his first cup of the day. “Buenos días Juan!” Matt offers before going to meet the chef, Benito, as the plan was today.

Making his way back to the kitchen he smells something even more distracting to him than his body odor this morning. Benito runs over with a plate full of arepas that Matt recognizes instantly before Benito greets him, “buenos dias jefe! Rosa said you wanted us to start serving arepas sí?” 

“Rosa? She said, I asked for these?”

“Si! Desde su ciudad natal no?”

Matt’s mouth is overcome as he starts to clearly drool for the plate in front of him. He has no choice but to tear into one which immediately brings him back. He loved these when he was a kid, but? Didn’t he grow up en los estados? Wasn’t he from? He fails to finish the thought in his head before it is wiped away as if fireworks are going of in his mind. 

He beams at Benito as his eyes glaze over and fully darken to brown. He feels an urge to burp which he chokes down with another cup of coffee. “Ay this takes me back amigo, estos son exactamente como, like the ones mi abuela había before nos pequeños…” Matt pauses as he feels a pervasive warmth starts to grow distracting in his chest as a similar itch begins on the outside.

He doesn’t notice as his inner monologue begins to entirely shift away from English, as it should of course. He may live in los Estados hoy, but he was colombiano born and bred. He remembers how hard he worked as a child learning English as his biceps start to clearly strain the already tight dress shirt.

Matt remembers fighting for his place to get a degree at a university that did not respect his native country or tongue as he feels his voice deepen beyond baritone and into a strong bass. He remembers trying to find a place in this mierda ciudad before meeting Rosa as his chest bursts open shooting any buttons remaining off his shirt. 

Rosa then enters the kitchen to see how her new hire has progressed and slyly smiles seeing his progress. She tosses a shirt at him saying in Spanish now effortlessly understood “Oi Matteo! You’re in the kitchen put some clothes on!” 

Matteo shuffles to the restroom to change as he looks one last time in the mirror and sees the flawless trajabador he sees every time he checks himself out. He puts on his nametag flexing to see just how much he can strain his shirt before returning to the cafe, ready to conquer another day in the life he has worked so hard for.

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Secondo the impostor? 🤨🔍🇮🇹

seems like the main topic for my posts tonight is how the Papas AREN'T Italian (because my last two posts were about how Nihil's family are probably actually Hungarians from Transylvania and the only time TF ever said anything about the Papas being Italian was him specifically describing them as stereotypes of Italian American dads), so while i'm on this topic, i want to make a post about a terrible truth that even i'm quite disappointed by, but i want to share because i think it's interesting:

Secondo was not a fluent Italian speaker. not for long, anyway.

and i know what you're going to say: "but Secondo spoke Italian for the entirety of Papaganda part 1 and part 2!" yes, that's true! but just listen to me for a minute, okay?

in 2013, TF gave an interview in-character as Nameless Ghoul with UnderRadioRock, an Italian music website.

INTERVIEWER: Papa Emeritus Secondo speaks, almost perfectly, Italian. Is that one– I was wondering if it was one of the features that the Papa must have? NAMELESS GHOUL: Not necessarily. We tend to go for warm-blooded, passionate guys, so therefore it feels natural to go South, I guess. INTERVIEWER: Yes. No– because usually the language of the clergy, no matter where a Pope comes from– but he has to learn Italian, usually. So I was wondering if, for your church, it's the same. NAMELESS GHOUL: We have a similar approach, yes. Yes, that is– it's for the art. UnderRadioRock (December 29, 2013)

the interviewer remarked on the fact that Secondo spoke Italian very well in Papaganda, and asked Nameless Ghoul if that's a requirement to be Papa. Nameless Ghoul misinterpreted the question, thinking the interviewer was asking if Papa must be Italian, and Ghoul said Papa does not necessarily have to be Italian. then the interviewer clarified, explaining he meant to ask if speaking Italian was a requirement to be Papa. Nameless Ghoul says yes, the Ghost church "has a similar approach" and that they do it "for the art."

so from this interview, we know that just like the real-life pope, Papa doesn't need to be Italian, but he does have to learn to speak Italian. and what really catches my attention is Nameless Ghoul saying Papa has to learn Italian "for the art."

see, it makes sense that the real-life pope has to learn Italian, because the catholic church is based in Rome, Italy and that is the local language and the working language of the vatican. but for Ghost, that is not the case. Ghost was based in Sweden in Eras 1, 2, and 3, and was based in Los Angeles in Eras 0, 4, 5, and 6. Italian isn't the local language in any of those places, and Ghost's work language has always been English. so when Nameless Ghoul says The Clergy requires Papa to learn Italian "for the art", he's saying Papa has to learn Italian because it's part of the band / church's aesthetic as a satanic parody of catholicism. The Clergy requires Papa to learn Italian for The Bit.

initially, it seemed like Secondo was pretty diligent in his studies! he spoke Italian for the entirety of Papaganda, but as for the question of his level of fluency.. while i don't speak Italian, i've asked a bunch of people who are native / fluent speakers, and this is what they've told me:

Secondo is speaking legit Italian (he's speaking properly and not using made-up words and such), but he's not speaking good Italian.

he uses some odd word choices, like calling Papa I "the old president".

mixed reviews on the accent- some have said he sounds fine and some have said he sounds off.

as for his mannerisms, he definitely comes across as a foreigner who is trying to speak / act the way he thinks an Italian man would speak / act.

personally, i don't know much Italian, but i DO know that Secondo is a fucking troll, and he does do some obvious trolling in the video too. one part that always makes me laugh is the part where the translator voiceover calmly says "... and Frank Sinatra." and then you can hear Secondo's voice in the background clearly saying "E FRANKIE!"

so, overall, Secondo was pretty committed to The Bit. he spoke Italian for all of Papaganda, and he said "Ciao!" when saying goodbye to the audience at the end of 'Monstrance Clock'.

HOWEVER, when it came time to try really speaking Italian with a live crowd, he couldn't do it.

in 2014, less than a year after giving a full interview in Italian in Papaganda (2013), Secondo admitted to his audience in Milan, Italy that he is not actually a fluent speaker and asked the audience to keep it a secret.

he said, in very bad Italian, "My Italian is not good. I speak… a little Italian. Not good." (and one of my friends has noted the fact that he uses personal pronouns while speaking definitely indicates he's not fluent / not a native speaker.)

and then, in English, he said "But you know... I know you know. Thank you very much. That is a special thing between you and me. This is our secret, so keep it."

so in less than a year, he was totally out of practice and lost pretty much all his proficiency in Italian, which isn't unrealistic if he wasn't speaking Italian regularly (and he probably wasn't). OR he was never actually proficient to begin with and Papaganda was scripted.

i think Secondo was being honest about not speaking Italian fluently because unlike Terzo, who lies about whether or not he can speak Swedish and speaks bad Italian confidently, Secondo makes it pretty obvious when he's joking (like his trolling in Papaganda and when he speaks "Swedish") and will ask the audience for help / correct himself if he gets something wrong (like when he speaks Spanish).

so yeah. Secondo was not really a fluent Italian speaker, despite his (pretty successful) attempts to fool everyone. and i think that's funny.

[ghettogirly]

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵 - 𝑱𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺:

-> summary: how i think Jada would portray all 5 love languages!

-> authors note: i hardly see any fics of my bae Jada so im going to make my own :(

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𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯:

- she strikes me as a touchy person

- i think it would depend on the environment and atmosphere.

- at parties she’s 100% all over you, hands exploring your whole body as you dance back up on her, slight kisses on your neck to encourage you

- it’s like you two are the only one in the room.

- even when you’re not on the dance floor, she’ll naturally pull you onto her lap if she’s talking to someone, or fiddles with your fingertips just to let you know that she’s paying attention to you also.

- within interviews, she would hold your hand, not overdoing it to remain professional.

- you definitely would show up to class one day with a hickey on your neck without knowing.

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𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬:

- INSTAGRAM LIVES, LIVES AND MORE LIVESSS

- you know this girl lives for the instagram lives, pulling you into the camera so you can say hi or answer some couple questions

- would end up turning into a little couples vlog, doing different questions such as ‘who is more likely to..’ or just general questions about each other and your lifestyle together.

- would definitely be showing the live around your shared apartment.

- 100% would watch these fighting shows with you, aka: Baddies.

- Baddies West would be the best season you guys watched though.

- she would be instigating the scenes and you guys would be doing debriefs every episode, eating some snacks while sitting back with face masks on.

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𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵:

- you can’t tell me she wouldn’t call you some goofy ass shit such as “pookie”.

- when being interviewed after a good game, she would always give credits to you as part of her motivation, praising you in the media while bringing you back down from the high after she calls you that silly nickname.

- nevertheless, you still have a soft spot for it.

- she is definitely another person who calls you princess, or even twin.

- you guys would definitely be best-friends to lovers or love at first sight tropes so that name would definitely fit.

- she would more so compliment you about how you drive her and motivate her in being a good player, stressing the fact to perfect her techniques and finishes while also raising the importance of self care too.

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𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑬:

- small things such as ordering your favourite takeout without you knowing or taking both your and hers dogs on a walk would automatically make your day.

- she does strike me as someone who does help out around the house, maybe not doing the most housework out of the two but she would definitely make the task more manageable

- definitely helpful when you’re on your period and she’s not, getting practically every selection of pads there is so you don’t even have to bother to go to the store.

- even medication, don’t worry, she’s already got that handled too.

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𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮:

- this girl and her cars would go crazyyy

- more or less every instagram picture she’s posed up next to a car, so you already know she had to get you one too !!

- would 100% get you either a range rover or a porsche and matching mini figurines to put on top of your A/C in the car, showcasing how you guys are matching.

- again, jada is definitely a clothes conoisseur so she will always treat you to a shopping haul at least every fortnight.

- you want to get matching streetwear fits? oh it’s a yes from her!

- grills game would also go crazy, she would definitely buy matching pairs of grills for the both of you, with her wearing your initials as well as you wearing hers.

[phantomrose96]

Hey not to go all "tumblr is a professional networking site" on you, but how did you get to work for Microsoft??? I'm a recent grad and I'm being eviscerated out here trying to apply for industry jobs & your liveblogging about your job sounds so much less evil than Data Entry IT Job #43461

This place is basically LinkedIn to me.

I'm gonna start by saying I am so so very sorry you're a recent grad in the year 2024... Tech job market is complete ass right now and it is not just you. I started fulltime in 2018, and for 2018-2022 it was completely normal to see a yearly outflow of people hopping to new jobs and a yearly inflow of new hires. Then sometime around late-spring/early-summer of 2022 Wallstreet sneezed the word "recession" and every tech company simultaneously shit themselves.

Tons of layoffs happened, meaning you're competing not just with new grads but with thousands of experienced workers who got shafted by their company. My org squeaked by with a small amount of layoffs (3 people among ~100), but it also means we have not hired anyone new since mid-2022. And where I used to see maybe 4-8 people yearly leave in order to hop to a new job, I think I've seen 1 person do that in the whole last year and a half.

All this to say it's rough and I can't just say "send applications and believe in yourself :)".

I have done interviews though. (I'm not involved in resume screening though, just the interviews of candidates who made it past the screening phase.) So I have at least some relevant advice, as well as second-hand knowledge from other people I know who've had to hop jobs or get hired recently.

If you have friends already in industry who you feel comfortable asking, reach out to them. Most companies have a recommendation process where a current employee fills out a little form that says "yeah I'd recommend such-and-such for this job." These do seem to carry weight, since it's coming from a trusted internal person and isn't just one of the hundreds of cold-call applications they've received.

A lot of tech companies--whether for truly well-intentioned reasons or to just check a checkbox--are on the lookout for increasing employee diversity. If you happen to have anything like, for example, "member of my college Latino society", it's worth including on your resume among your technical skills and technical projects.

I would add "you're probably gonna have to send a lot of applications" as a bullet point but I'm sure you're already doing that. But here it is as a bullet point anyway.

(This is kind of a guess, since it's part of the resume screening) but if you can dedicate some time to getting at least passingly familiar with popular tech/stacks for the positions you're looking into, try doing that in your free time so you can list it on your resume. Even better if you make a project you can point to. Like if you're aiming for webdev, get familiar with React and probably NodeJS. On top of being comfortable in one of the all-purpose languages like C(++) or Java or Python.

If you get to the interview phase - a company that is good to work for WILL care that you're someone who's good to work with. A tech-genius who's a coworker-hating egotistical snob is a nuisance at best and a liability at worst for companies with even a half-decent culture. When I do interviews, "Is this someone who's a good culture fit?" is as important as the technical skills. You'll want to show you'll be a perfectly pleasant, helpful, collaborative coworker. If the company DOESN'T care about that... bullet dodged.

For the technical questions, I care more about the thought process than I do the right answer, especially for entry-level. If you show a capacity for asking good, insightful clarifying questions, an ability to break down the problem, explain your thought process, and backtrack&alter your approach upon realizing something won't work, that's all more important than just being able to spit out a memorized leetcode answer. (I kinda hate leetcode for this reason, and therefore I only ask homebrewed questions, because I don't want the technical portion to hinge at all on whether someone managed to memorize the first 47 pages of leetcode problems). For a new hire, the most important impression you can give me is that you have a technical grasp and that you're capable of learning. Because a new hire isn't going to be an expert in anything, but they're someone who's capable of learning the ropes.

That's everything I have off the top of my head. Good luck anon. I'm very sorry you were born during a specific range of years that made you a new grad in 2024 and I hope it gets better.

[russellsppttemplates]

I don't think you'll ever have to find out (Carlos Sainz)

The lack of contract for next season has been pushing Carlos to extremes and friends and family have noticed it

Note: english is not my first language. First Carlos big piece 🫶 I hope you enjoy reading it 😊

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: mentions some anxiety and burnout symptoms

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"Hmmmm", you hummed as you felt the mattress move a little before the warm sheets approached your body instead of the warm body that laid under them before.

"Shh, it's just me, cariño", Carlos lulled you, "go back to sleep, it's still early", he kissed your forehead softly as the tucked you in properly.

"Where are you going since it's still early then?", you wondered groggily, "I'm going for a run, I'll be back to have breakfast with you, okay? I love you", he kissed your forehead again before he grabbed his workout clothes and stepped into the ensuite.

When you woke up a few hours later, you could hear water running from the shower, assuming Carlos had got back from his run.

Opening the windows and pulling the sheets to the end of the bed so the whole room could air out, you put on your slippers and one of your boyfriend's hoodies, heading downstairs to start on breakfast. After a quick look at the meal plan left by his trainer, you retrieved the ingredients from the pantry and fridge, toasting, whisking and flipping what you needed to when you heard footsteps joining you on the kitchen.

"Good morning, beautiful", Carlos said as he hugged you from your back, his lips kissing under your ear softly before he looked at what you were making, "smells nice", he murmured before you turned your head slightly so you could kiss his cheek.

"Here you go", you smiled as you handed Carlos the plates to carry to the table while you carried your drinks.

"Gracias, my love", he smiled back as he sat down, taking a sip from his mug and starting light conversation between you two.

"I need to go to the school to get some forms from the secretariat service and some of the kids' tests I forgot to bring home", you began telling him your plans for the day, "I'll mark them when I get home, but we might have some time to spend together in the afternoon".

"I have a meeting with my engineers to analyse data and then I have a sponsor event as well, I have to go there, give an interview and hang around for a bit - I think I'm going to be home for dinner though", he explained his schedule, "but you can use the office, don't worry", he smiled, kissing the top of your head once he finished eating, taking both plates with him back to the kitchen.

"I love you, handsome, have a good day!", you said, kissing his lips once you left the house, knowing he wasn't going to be there when you arrived back from school.

The secretariat services were quicker than usual in getting you the paperwork you needed so you were able to go to your classroom next. As you were making sure everything was in place and none of the kids had left anything out during the holidays, you looked for the tests.

"Hi, Y/N! What are you doing here?", your colleague from the classroom next to yours wondered after she announced her presence with a light knock on your door.

"Hello! I could ask you the same thing, hm?", you chuckled, "I left the tests here and they're not going to mark themselves", you waved the folder in your hand.

"Carlos isn't racing this week?", she asked. You had been classroom buddies for over five years so you had gotten to know eachother pretty well and felt comfortable enough around eachother to ask such questions.

"No, he's racing next weekend though, I'm flying out to see him and then flying back in a hurry so I can teach without taking many days off", you offered.

"Sounds good then! Good luck with all of those, my little ones had some trouble with these last tests, I must say", she added.

"I haven't even looked at them properly to be honest, but I'm sure they did their best", you recalled, waving at her as she said goodbye before putting everything you needed in your bag and leaving as well.

When you arrived back home, you walked straight to the office, arranging your desk in a way that your organisation system worked: to be marked, marked, and the double checked tests, along with space for you laptop so you could insert the data straight on the platform.

The pause you had for lunch was spent on the balcony, soaking up the sun rays while you ate and allowed your mind to escape the math problems and the water cycle drawings your little ones made.

It started when you were a teenager and wanted to earn a little extra money, wanting to buy things yourself and the small independence that came with it, so you started offering help to your neighbours' kids with their homework in exchange of a small amount of money. Over the years, it got a little more serious and grew outside of your neighbourhood because you enjoyed it so much and the kids and their parents loved the work you did, and when it to came to choosing a career you'd see yourself working in happily, teaching little ones sounded perfect. Years later, it still brought a smile to your face every single day.

You were measuring the rice quantity for you and Carlos when he arrived, "cariño, are you in the kitchen?", you heard him ask once he shut the door.

"Yes, my love, just getting dinner ready", you called back, washing your hands once you were done while he stepped closer to you. Drying your hands on a kitchen towell, you left it on the counter once your boyfriend joined you in the room, "did you have a good day?", you mumbled against his lips before stealing a big kiss from him.

"It was good, did what needed to be done, and you? Are your little geniuses getting good grades this term?", he smiled, lacing his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"They did so well! I'm so proud of them, they barely had any spelling mistakes and they drew these pretty drawings on the side - I have to show you, come look!", you pulled his hand to follow you to the office, feeling his tiredness in his movements and stalling, "I can show you later - how about a cuddle in the sofa while dinner cooks?", you suggested as you noticed him nod, "sounds nice", he kissed your hand as you pulled him to the living room, letting you rest your body against his for a little bit as he told you a little more about his day.

"Sounds tiring", you mumbled, tracing random shapes on his clothed chest, "it's fine, part of the job", he shrugged as he looked at his watch, "dinner should be ready soon, no? I'll help you with the table", he kissed your forehead before you got up and sorted the meal for the two of you.

By the time you were done, cleaning up was easy and quick. Carlos suggested you retired to the bedroom early, doing your night-time routines before cuddling on the bed.

"How about a movie?", you suggested, flickering the streaming platforms to find something to watch.

"I might fall asleep in the middle of it, you won't get too mad if I do?", he smiled, kissing your cheek multiple times.

"Of course I won't be mad, love! I'd never be mad for that", you cooed, looking up at his eyes as he tried his hardest to blink the sleep away, "I'll keep the volume down and the brightness low, you sleep all you want, okay?", you checked with him, sealing your request with a kiss on his lips, "sleep well, my love".

Carlos pulled you closer to him, your scent and steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep quickly, leaving you to smile at his peaceful features when you glanced away from the screen every now and again.

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"You look so gorgeous! My teacher was never this stylish!", Blanca said as she greeted you once you stepped inside her car, setting your bag on the seat next to yours and squeezing her shoulder as well as her mother's, "hello hello! Thank you for inviting me, I've been needing a wardrobe change now that the temperatures are warmer", you smiled as they squeezed your hand back before you put your seatbelt on.

"It's been a while since I've seen you, dear, how have you been?", Reyes asked you while her daughter drove off to the spot where they wanted to spend the afternoon shopping.

"The little ones have been keeping me busy, now that they're on school break, it's a little bit calmer", you replied.

"That's nice, you shouldn't run yourself to the point of exhaustion - no matter how much you love it, you should also take care of yourself! You and Carlos are very much alike on that - your work ethic is excellence", she winked through the rear view mirror.

You agreed with your boyfriend's mother. Both you and Carlos worked extremely hard to get to the point you were in now and sometimes you needed someone - often eachother - to pull you out of a overworking spiral.

When Blanca was trying on a dress, you and Reyes sat on the small sofa while you waited for her and conversation flowed easily like usual, "how has Carlos been? It's been a while since I've seen him too", she wondered.

"He's been working a lot - being without a contact prospect for next year has obviously had a big impact on him", you began, "to be completely honest, I worry he is overdoing it. It's meeting after meeting, then all the workouts he goes on - I'm happy he's healthy for it, but too much of something is never good, right?", you shared.

"I've noticed it, too - I wasn't just asking", she smirked softly, "but I wanted to confirm it with you, a mother's instinct is always worried for her children and maybe part of me was hoping I was just exaggerating".

"I've tried to make sure he feels all the support he has and just be there for him, but I think it's all him, pushing to be better and better", you expressed your worries.

"What do you think about us having dinner at your place? Not to invite myself - even though that's what it is-, but maybe he would feel better and more inclined for a yes? Last times I invited you two for dinner with us he said he had things planned and the plans fell through", she said.

"Sounds nice, don't worry about inviting yourselves in", you chuckled as she gently squeezed your shoulder, "I'm going to suggest it to him, thank you", you squeezed her hand.

"We should be the ones thanking you", Blanca said as she stepped out, leaving you to assume she heard some of the conversation, "you've been his safe place for so long and continue to do so no matter the conditions", she smiled, "you're making sure my very hard headed brother is looking after himself and being looked after - the love you have for eachother is all we could've wanted for Carlitos", she hugged you, "now do we think this looks nice as it is or is it borderline making me look like a cloud?", she looked at the piece of clothing on her body.

You were pulled out of sleep when you heard Carlos mumbled something incoherent, and turning to face him, the sweat on his forehead evidencing that he was probably having a nightmare.

"Amor, hey - wake up, amor, wake up", you shook him awake, "it's just a nightmare, you're okay, you're okay", you coaxed him as he opened his eyes, turning on his bedside lamp while you held onto his hand.

"I woke you up? I'm sorry", he apoligised, voice groggy as he tried to catch his breath and bring his heart rate back to normal.

"It's okay, amor", you smiled, kissing his cheek and brushing the hairs away that were stuck to his forehead, "do you want to talk about it?".

Did he want to talk about it? The nightmares that kept occurring and keeping him up, only until now they had only woken him up? They had been happening for about a month now. He would wake up all sweaty and his breathing erratic, and more often than not, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, so he stayed awake thinking about all the possibilities of how his employment situation would be for next year and all of the ways he could improve his performance.

"It's fine", he gulped, "let's go back to sleep, okay?", he encouraged.

You knew better than to push him at that moment, so you cuddled up to him, holding him too as you kissed his chest, "I'm right here, nothing bad is going to happen to you, I'll make sure of it", you whispered before he turned the light off, wanting to believe you so badly and to sleep without his mind running a million miles an hour.

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It really was taking up a lot of his mind - as well as your and his family's worries - and how it was soon going to be too much if he didn't manage everything well, and after his mother's conversation with you, you knew you needed to do something.

"My love, can I talk to you for a second?", you asked as you walked inside the office, seeing his sat in the long sofa instead of at the desk, "sure, come here, cariño", he urged, tidying some of the papers and notebooks so you could sit.

"I'm not going to bat around the bush, this is going to be straight off the bat - me and your family are concerned you're running yourself harder than you should, and if you keep going at this rate, you're going to burnout soon", you tried, rubbing his thigh softly and encouraging him to really think about it.

He pondered his words for a bit, "I have to do all I'm doing, Y/N, if I stop, I'll fall behind - it's bad enough as it is", he argued.

"But it's not doing you any good, handsome, you're more tired, you barely spend time with your family, with me even", you argued back. You didn't want to play that card or make him feel like he was failing you, that wasn't the point, "you're not doing the things that bring you joy outside of your work, and it shows", you attempted again.

"I have to keep working, I can try and make more time for them, but I can't miss my workouts and these data analysis sessions", he reasoned, "there's so much at stake here and I can't miss any of it because I'm unprepared or unfit".

"Handsome, I never wanted you to stop all of a sudden - and I knew you wouldn't anyway, I know who I'm dating, believe it or not", you smiled, "all I'm saying is you need to protect yourself too, have a place to just be yourself and let loose for a bit", you grabbed his hand and brought it to your mouth, kissing his knuckles.

"I will try my best", Carlos stated, "I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you", he said and you shook your head.

"No worries, now come and help me because your parents are coming over for dinner!", you have him a cheeky smile, pulling him to the kitchen and away from work for the rest of the day.

"This had my mother's hand on it, didn't it?", he wondered.

"She told me she was worried, and I agreed - so I took matters into my own hands because we knew you wouldn't let your mother tell you half of what I told you", you pulled him to you, hugging him tight, "we love you so much, I love you so much - and things are going to work out for you, I know they will", you kissed his clothed chest before looking up at him, "we all want you to be happy at what you do and you're doing the best you can - the universe will do the rest, amor".

"What would I do without you?", Carlos asked, kissing your lips passionately.

"Lucky for you, I don't think you'll ever have to find out", you smiled.

[luyi]

An Incomplete History of Zhang Luyi & Chen Minghao's Friendship

Do you like Pangxie's chemistry in Tibetan Sea Flower? Do you feel that they are really old friends? Besides the fact that Zhang Luyi and Chen Minghao are very good actors, they are indeed old friends, and the earliest record that I can find of them working together dates back to 2006. However, CMH was in the 1996 class of acting at the The Central Academy of Drama, while ZLY was in the 1999 class of directing at the same university, so I figured they definitely got to know each other before 2006. So more or less, on Chinese social media, people usually assume that they've been friends for almost 20 years.

Before I dig into the history, I want to mention that some Pangxie scenes are actually improvised by ZLY and CMH on set. CHM has played Pangzi several times, and is insanely good at it, so he knows about Pangzi and the character dynamics inside out. While ZLY is new to the DMBJ universe, he did read all the DMBJ novels before the filming of Tibetan Sea Flower, so he has very insightful understanding of the characters and relationship dynamics as well.

For example, according to an interview of the director, this iconic & funny "拜年/new year's greeting" scene in episode 6 was improvised, and the director just decided to keep it in the final cut. In a BTS footage, Pangxie putting peanuts on Feng's very wrinkled test paper in episode 9 was also shown to be something that ZLY and CMH came up with during rehearsing.

The History

In the first paragraph, I mentioned that they went to the same undergraduate university. Another thing that connects them even more is that they went to the same graduate school - Peking University's School of Arts, and both have the master's degree in arts. ZLY fans sometimes just endearingly call CMH “师哥/shige" because of all of this.

In 2006, ZLY and CMH were in the stage play 琥珀/Amber. Here are some rare photos of 26-year old ZLY and 31 year old CMH LOL:

Both of them continued to do a lot of theatre works, some tv/film roles, and also attended grad school in the coming years. ZLY got his breakthrough leading role in 2014, and started to lead in shows/films.

In 2016, ZLY and South Korean actor Jang Hyuk starred in the drama 新海/New Sea, and CMH was seen sharing the following scene with ZLY. Unfortunately, due to China's ban on South Korean entertainment content in the same year, this drama will probably never see the light of day.

Then, I think some of you already know this, in late 2016, CMH directed the stage play Big D, and ZLY was his lead actor in this play. According to different news articles, the tickets of this play were sold out in either 5, 7, or 8 minutes (LOL no idea why there were such discrepancies, but they were sold out within 10 minutes for sure).

In 2018, they appeared in The Sound which is a very good variety show about dubbing. Celebrities were asked to dub domestic and international shows/films (sometimes in both Chinese and English) to show case their voice acting skills and language skills. What's really funny is that ZLY is one of the typical introverts who can be a clown when he's surrounded by people he's familiar with, but once you put him in an unfamiliar environment, he gets nervous and shy. So after he and CMH entered the room together, he just naturally and subconsciously stood right beside CMH, the one he was most comfortable with, even though he was supposed to team up with another actress (who was off screen). He got really confused for a minute when all the other guests and hosts were questioning why he didn't stand beside his teammate LOL.

Both ZLY and CMH are really very low key actors in c-ent, so you don't see them in public events a lot. The last time that they were spotted chatting in public was during the premiere of the movie Under the Light last September.

Anyways, thanks for reading! I hope this can bring some insight into their friendship. You can tell they are just so comfortable with each other, and shooting Tibetan Sea Flower seemed to be such a fun experience for them. I hope they get to work together again soon in the future!

Edit: if you noticed my tags and saw the reply of someone requesting to know why ZLY was picked as Wu Xie: I made a long post here.

[charles-eclair16]

~The 5 times Charles talked about you publicly~

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x actress!reader.

Warning- it's my first time ever writing so please be kind. English is not my first language so please ignore it if there are any mistakes.

1. The first time Charles was caught talking about you was pure accident and it wasn't even him who brought you up. It was an overly competitive Carlos who couldn't keep his mouth shut. It was during a C² challenge of who knows your teammate better and it was all going pretty much in Charles favour because the questions were too easy according to him. So when the score was 6 to 4 he was feeling pretty confident about winning but what he didn't expect was the next question to throw him off.

"Who's your current crush?" Was honestly not a difficult question to answer and Charles knew he would nail it. He totally knew who Carlos was crushing on.

"It's Y/N! He watches her interviews and giggles because she's so beautif-oww mate stop hitting me!“ Charles knew he had to make his teammate stop talking before he spilled anything more.

"Is it true?" Now this was a question Charles didn't know how to answer, should he own up that he was hopelessly crushing on her and that it was true that he watched all her interviews. But then again who could blame him she was so beautiful and he honestly loved the way she spoke, something about the way she spoke made Charles want to listen to her for hours.

"Yeah it's true. I really like her as an actress and she's very pretty but I don't giggle watching her!" He thought that was a decent answer.

"He does! He does it! He even watches fan edits of h-" Carlos was cut off by a wildly flinging hand of Charles.

" I do not!" was what Charles could come up with as he tried to stop Carlos. The next day he woke up with thousands of mentions of fans telling him that they understood...he didn't knew if he should feel embarrassed or laugh at some of the memes. He even liked a few of them.

2. The second time Charles mentioned you it was after you had soft launched each other for two months without the fans knowledge. It was nice to share secret moments with each other and bask in the privacy of home dates. It had been 7 months of dating and Charles was on the moon. His car was great, he was leading the championship with 10 points and he had a wonderful women supporting him. The only thing which bothered him was him not being able to shout his love and show you off to the world. So a mutual decision was taken between you two to not hide anymore but what you didn't expected was Charles to come running towards you as he got out of the car after coming p2 in the Silverstone Grand prix. You weren't even able to utter a word before he was kissing you. It wasn't a peck it was Charles expressing his love and gratitude for your unwavering support.

" How does winning feels now? Much sweeter than before?" Was the teasing question he got as he went to the post race interviews. He wasn't surprised. He knew he was going to get questions after a public kiss.

"Yeah, it feels great winning here with Carlos coming p1. It's a great weekend for our team" he laughed as he answered the question.

" So I'm sure you have plans to celebrate tonight. Any special plans?" He knew what the interviewer wanted to hear so he gave it to him with a smile so big he knew his dimples were all out.

" Yeah there's a plan to celebrate tonight definitely, the teams been throwing different ideas but honestly I would just prefer to spend my time with my girlfriend and have a quiet night. She came directly from her shooting so I'm sure she would want to stay in. And we can party with the team next time!"

It was safe to say that they both were trending worldwide.

3. At first Charles didn't know why he was trending and before he could check it he was asked to hurry up and get in the car. It was the worst race of the season for him. He was leading the race with pole position in France but he lost traction in his rear tyres and crashed into turn 11 which caused him the race. He was frustrated and tired. He just wanted to go back and not think about the horrible way he got out of the race. He wanted to cuddle you and forget about the day so when he was told to to attend a group media pen he was annoyed. When the question came he was speechless at first his brain shutting down from the ridiculous question.

" It's a very bad time for you Charles with the dnf and your recent breakup so how do you seperate these things from your work? Did your breakup caused you maybe to lose?" He wasn't aware of his break up.

"My what?!" Charles was shocked he didn't knew he was broken up because he was not planning to break up anywhere in the future.

"You didn't tell me you broke up?!" Perrie was genuinely confused now. If it was true wouldn't Kika tell him that? He knew the girls were close and he was sure that Charles would tell him that, wouldn't he?

"What did you do?" It was Lewis who glared at Charles and he finally got his wits to answer.

"No! We are very much together and happy! Who told you that we broke up?! Is that why I was trending Today?"

"Yes there was news that you broke up with your girlfriend and that you were heartbroken." The interviewer nervously let out a chuckle which caused the drivers to laugh

"Oh my god! No! We are together and I plan to be together for a long time so there's no need to worry about that ...I don't think I would survive without her pasta to be honest and her too." He reassured.

When he finally got the chance to check his notifications later in the night he could only laugh as he looked at the memes and the threats he got for fumbling a baddie like Y/N. He showed her some too as she layed on his chest on their bed.

4. The fourth time Charles gets asked is the first time he felt nervous talking about you ever in the entire 5 year relationship. It was because he knew he was absolute shit at lying. So when all the fellow drivers continue to tease Daniel for throwing the wedding party of the year. He remains quite and laughs at appropriate times.

" Charles you're quite there! So now that your friends are settling down with Daniel and Max getting married is it safe to assume that you're next?" Oh shit! He was sweating. He didn't know how to answer that without revealing that he had already picked a ring and was going to propose very soon. He had even taken her father's approval last month on their family trip together.

"Yes mate when are you getting married?"

"He's definitely getting married next!"

"With how whipped he is for her how do have any doubts about that!“ Charles tried to tune out the teasing remarks of his friends to formulate words to answer.

" Uh yeah, I would very much like to but we are focusing on the present at the moment but there's no doubt that I plan to marry her because honestly I can't imagine anyone else by my side when I think of my future. I want to start a family with her and get old with her. She completes me in the true sense and is my piller of strength. I don't think I have ever felt this much love for anyon-"

"And this is why we don't question Charles because then he doesn't stop!" Charles laughed at that as if Max was any better when talking about his wife.

"So yeah marriage is definitely on the cards on the future " he concluded.

And after 2 months he knew why he was trending and he couldn't be more happier. He now laughed at the mentions and yes he knew how to fight for his fiance.

5. The fifth time Charles was asked about you he was smiling ear to ear and anyone who looked at him can see that he was glowing.Others would say it was because he was starting the new season as a world champion but he knew it was because of Y/N and what she had told him the night before and later to their closed ones. So he felt quite happy answering questions.

"How are you feeling for the new season? Excited? Nervous?" the interviewer couldn't stop himself from smiling too. Charles happiness was contagious.

"It feels good to be back to the racing. The car feels good and after last year we are quite excited for this season too. We are looking forward to the races and with new tracks added to the calendar the excitement levels have increased. Yeah there's nervousness too-ah only little bit but that's totally normal...But I am quite confident! Also now I have to be a little careful because now that we are going to have new addition to the family I can't risk it! I have to-"

"New addition?" He stopped talking eyes widened and looked at the camera.

"What?" He was fucked, so fucked. She was going to kill him. He knew.

"You told new addition? Is it true? Are you going to be a father? Congratulations!" He could only nod and accept the hug he was receiving. They were supposed to announce it with a cute insta post and he had ruined it. He was the one to suggest it, he had even thought about the caption.

"Tell us more! Is she going to come to the races now? I'm sure everyone would like that?!" The interview continued

"Oh yes! Yes she wants to come to the races but I think we'll keep it a little private and only between family to enjoy this moment together. It's a new beginning with my person so I want to be there for her at every step. Its- it's definitely a blessing for us and I'm so grateful for her."

The next thing he knew he was trending along with y/n as parents and he couldn't ask for anything more.

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Summary: What’s Nen? Was the question that never left your mind since you got denied of the job. Though you are just in luck! A blond haired man has showed interest in you, and is now offering you a chance to learn an ability many don’t know of, but at what cost?

A/N: At first this was a brain rot, but I turned it into a small fic. Hope you all enjoy!

You were going to give Shalnark a cavity eventually. As he saw you walk in one of the many offices in the Hunter association’s building he saw that you were holding papers. Maybe you were here for a job? He stared at you from top to the bottom. You were in the perfect attire, and it was all black. If the job was hiring on looks you would’ve had to get the job automatically. Your sweet smile, pretty e/c, and your clothes hugged you in all the right places. It was a very beautiful sight to see, don’t get him started on your smile. He swore he could stare at it forever. He could hear the faint conversation of you and the interviewer. He could tell that the interviewer was intrigued in your answers by his tone of voice.

Though there was a question that left you with a pause. He could tell you were confused not just by your body language, but by your facial expression. The interviewer asked if you could see something. There was a floating triangle above the interviewer’s head. He could clearly tell that he was using nen, but of course you didn’t see it. It was adorable how confused you were. As when Shalnark got done doing his business you and your interviewer were finishing up.

He could tell that you weren’t getting a job. When it comes to nen and jobs it’s crucial. He could also tell you knew you weren’t getting it either. As you got up and walked past him he could see tears streaming down those pretty eyes. Honestly for the first in a while Shalnark felt bad for someone.

Honestly it made sense why you didn’t get the job, and you didn’t even have a hunter’s license. Shalnark wasn’t the type of person just to go out of his way to just help someone out when they’re in need. He was always the “it’s probably their fault type of person.” But you made him think. What if he did help you? And what would he want in return?

As he saw you walk out the building he followed you. You were crying. Very loudly. It was the type of loudness that made people turn their heads on the street, and just stare. After following you for some time he saw you enter an apartment complex. It was nice. it looked like you lived on the second floor apparently.

Shalnark let the time fly by, and when night fell he snuck into your apartment. There you were. Sleeping all nice and warm. Soft snores coming from you. Shalnark’s never seen someone so peaceful. As he looked around your room he could tell you were a college student.

Books and papers everywhere. To be honest your room looked a mess, so Shalnark took his time to reorganize your books, sort out the papers that look important and the ones that didn’t, and he carefully folded the blankets on the floor and put them neatly one the edge of your bed, and lastly he took one final look at your restful state and tucked you even further inside the blanket.

The next day Shalnark knew exactly when you’d wake up since he took a picture of your schedule. He waited until you came out your residence, and followed you to every single one of your classes. You were a very smart girl though this didn’t surprise Shalnark since you did get interviewed for a Hunter’s associations job. As he observed you through the day you lived a really boring college life. He thought a pretty girl like you would be partying, and living in your youth, but no. After classes you went straight home, and got back in bed? Not only was Shalnark confused, but he also questioned whether you knew he was there or not. You randomly started to talk to yourself through the day. It went from complaining about all of your class to asking yourself about what you’re going to eat for dinner. Shalnark usually isn’t around people if it isn’t the troupe. Yeah, granted he gets out once in a while, but enough for him to really go out and enjoy people presence? No.

After a long day of watching you with a close eye. Shalnark made up his mind, he needs to have you. The next morning Shalnark was now in the open where you could see him. He put on his best smile, and the nicest clothes. Your favorite color. Of course he knows that too!

Half asleep and only running on a piece of toast you had for breakfast you barely saw him. As you saw him you, put a smile on your face. You always wore this big smile, and even when things happened to you, you never ever ruined someone else’s day. That was kinda your motto.

“Well. Hi! How are you?”

Shalnark was surprised by your enthusiasm, and perked up to match your energy.

“Hello! I just wanted to walk to school with you I noticed that you go to the same college as I do, and I’m pretty new so I wouldn’t know my way around.”

You might not think so, but Shalnark is a great lier. You couldn’t tell if he was lying, or not plus you’ve never seen his face before so he had to be new.

“Why of course I can! What’s your name?”

“Shalnark. Yours?” Shalnark asked obviously sounding curious even though he already knew it.

“Y/n, L/n”

Shalnark nodded and motioned for you to start walking in front of him. As you were walking Shalnark took in your presence it was warm. Almost too welcoming. You made conversation, and Shalnark answered them in order to keep up his agenda. Then when it came to Shalnark’s questions you started to wonder why his was kind of more on the personal side, but you always would shake it off, answer them how he pleased. As you two reached the college you looked behind your back, and he was gone.

You look around in confusion, and call out his name. Something in Shalnark’s gut loved the way you said his name. It was soft and comforting. You spent a couple more minutes looking for him, then you went on to you classes before you would’ve been late.

Shalnark went home and you two’s interaction played over and over in his head. Your smile when you first saw him had him in a chokehold. He wanted more of it, more of you.

The next day Shalnark appeared in front of your complex again.

“Hey Shalnark! Where did you go the other day?”

“Oh I had something important to do.”

“May I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” You smiled and sat down on the bench and patted the area next to you motioning him to sit beside you. Shalnark sat down, and sucked in a deep breath.

“Do you want to learn Nen?”

“Yes-! I-I mean I just need the basic’s in order to get this job I really really want, but how did you know-.”

“That doesn’t matter. Do you want me to teach you?”

“Well- that would be really great, but do I have to pay you or?”

“That’s not important right now is it?”

“No I suppose not, but-.”

“Okay. Are you ready now?”

“I have classes, but uh. Okay?”

He takes your hand and leads you to a car. The whole car ride is silence until you see the sign that tells you that you’re headed out of the city.

“Hey uh Shalnark? Where are we going exactly?”

“Woods.”

Shalnark didn’t have the friendly and welcoming smile on his face that he had earlier when you two were talking or even when you first met. His tone was serious, and stern. Making it difficult to draw out his emotions.

After sometime Shalnark pulls into a very forestry area. He grabs a cup, and gets out the car. You stumble to catch up to him. He then sits down, and put the cup on the forest floor. The cup is filled with water, and a leaf is on the top floating around.

“Concentrate, and try to move the leaf.”

You sit down beside him, and lean towards the cup. You close your eyes and try to imaging the leaf moving. After a couple of moments the leaf begin to dissolve. The leaf then turns into a powdery substance, and soon after the water does too.

Shalnark cocks his brow in confusion, and he puts his finger in the cup, and a fragment of the powder gets on his finger. He puts the powder up to his nose, and it has no smell. You watch closely as he examines the substance. He then puts it up to his mouth and tastes it.

“It’s sugar..”

You then cock a big smile on your face.

“Let’s do it again!” Your giggles fill Shalnark’s ears, and he can’t help but smile. Shit, you were adorable.

“Wait this must mean you’re a specialist.” You look a little confused at Shalnark and blink while still looking at the cup.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It could be, though we just have to find out don’t we?

[randomfoggytiger]

I just rewatched “The Gift” and I am now 100% certain that this entire episode was the result of a Scully pregnancy fever dream. The entire episode could and should be ignored by all of the fandom from now on! 😊

I don't even mind the idea of Doggett and Skinner working a case together (love their back-and-forth), but....

Season 8: Laying Waste to The Gift (with Its Own Canon)

The Gift destroys its own credibility quite thoroughly, from Mulder's trips and abduction to Doggett's evidence searches and Scully's lack of verification. And quite savagely, if we take into account Season 7 and 8's jointly established canon.

-Mulder has two possible abduction dates, Requiem's scheduled airing (May 21st) or xfilestimeline.net's approximation (between May 29th and May 31st):

A. Within hands over a pivotal (for the brain disease arc) detail: Mulder (allegedly) took four weekend trips from D.C. to North Carolina to visit his mother's and sister's graves. Doggett refers to Mulder's trips as "Four consecutive weekends in May"-- distanced language that (one can infer) means the month is over. (If he and Scully were still in May, Doggett would have more naturally stated "each weekend this month" or "the past four weekends.")

B. Spotnitz has since confirmed Within takes place the day after Scully's reveal in the hospital ("Season eight begins the morning after season seven." Interview here.)

C. Therefore, it's safest to assume Within takes place in June (either June 1st or June 2nd), pushing Mulder's abduction date to May 31st.

-Mulder's two trips to Squamash-- May 6th and May 24th-- don't make sense with Season's 7 or Season 8's supposed timeline:

A. By either following xfilestimeline.net's in-canon timetable or Season 7's air dates, Mulder and Scully investigate between three and five cases, respectively:

Brand X, April 14th-May 1st and Chimera, May 5th and all things, May 13-15th and Fight Club, May 17th and Requiem, end of May.

Or Fight Club, May 7th and Je Souhaite, May 14th and Requiem, May 21st.

B. In Within, Doggett states that Mulder took "Four consecutive weekends in May'"/"Same mileage each trip -- 370 miles, 375 miles" to North Carolina. Those excursions would have to fall on May 6th, May 13th, May 20th, and May 27th. But he also states in The Gift that Mulder's first visit to Squamash, Pennsylvania was on "Saturday, May 6th." Mulder cannot be in two separate places at the same time: either he only took three consecutive trips in May or Doggett included an April drive in his count (which wouldn't be possible, since Mulder spent two weeks recovering in Brand X.) Or Doggett (via the writers) is overlooking a crucial detail that picks apart "The Gift's" report and calls into question the other pieces of evidence he'd previously dug up.

C. Another consideration: neither the canonical timeline nor the episodic air dates match up to a Squamash visit-- either Mulder is arriving on-location in Chimera or he is combing through witness reports for Monday's (the 8th) Fight Club case. There isn't room for a quick trip from D.C. to Pennsylvania and back before either of these eventualities.

D. The final nail-in-the-coffin: Mulder simply doesn't have enough time to fit in four (undetected) North Carolina weekend trips, three-to-five cases (respectively), Brand X's two-week recovery time, and two trips to Pennsylvania before his abduction in very-late May.

-The Gift's evidence was planted:

A. Doggett and his team thoroughly search Mulder's office and apartment during Within's investigation; and unveil (conveniently resurfaced) medical records, purchased flowers and a headstone, various VISA expenditures for back-and-forth road trips, and on-going activity on said credit card. Doggett also discovers that someone else is using Mulder's face ("Without"); but never makes the connection back to, nor pauses to carefully reanalyze the origins of, the card's purchasing history.

B. Despite Doggett and his team's fine tooth comb investigative methods, they never unearth evidence of Mulder's trip to Squamash the month before, nor the splatter of blood "left" on Mulder's gun in the FBI evidence room. Doggett only conveniently finds it after stumbling across a case that conveniently took place in last May which conveniently places Mulder AND Scully in hot water were the truth to conveniently come out.

C. Scully neither confirms nor denies that she signed off on Mulder's fudged report: she's never given a chance to (i.e. Skinner urges Doggett to hush everything up instead of digging further.)

D. Even if the evidence against Mulder was (or wasn't) planted, Scully's and Doggett's "participation" in "The Gift's" cover up is never resurfaced because the FBI's troubled child will soon be returned, found, and buried; and shortly thereafter Scully's pregnancy would have become known. It's heavily implied in "Deadalive" that Kersh is merely waiting for Scully to go on maternity leave to close The X-Files completely, so why draw unwanted attention to a few glaringly inconsistent details instead of sitting back and letting the clock tick down?

-There Is No Evidence Mulder Was in Squamash

A. Doggett finds a report with Mulder's (and Scully's) name on it, and interrogates the locals who've met a man that called himself 'Agent Mulder.' But he isn't given a description or anything more than a generic recounting of events. The only solid piece of evidence is a (conveniently overlooked) bloody weapon, but no one thinks to test it against the Creature or his caretaker's DNA.

B. Given the propensity for Mulder's antagonists to set up plots weeks or months in advance (i.e. CSM using Scully's email account to lure out a turncoat), and given that "Mulder's" card was in use during Within-Without (and that the Alien Bounty Hunter wouldn't need to pickpocket him for his credentials), and given the fact that Mulder's visits to Squamash took place in May (conflicting with both Season 7 and Season 8's timeline), it is not only possible but likely that his enemies set out to kill the Creature (for their own reasons) and blame Mulder for it.

When he vanished, that plot was (presumably) put on the backburner; but when Scully and Doggett continued to have success on the files, they resurrected it to completely discredit Mulder, her, and the work. (Unbeknownst to the conspirators-- and the townsfolk-- the Creature was still alive.)

Although Doggett didn't bite, everything (presumably) halted when the abductee was buried. Before their enemies drummed up a third set of plans, Scully's pregnancy was (presumably) discovered.

C. Mulder's form appears to Doggett in the basement, perhaps to suggest he's traveled the same road (and to tease the audience with his impending death.) But Mulder's appearance doesn't fit Season 8's established pattern: he isn't naked or strapped to a chair (per Within), nor a ghostly, translucent apparition (This Is Not Happening): he is in a suit, at work, and fixated on Doggett. Why? Mulder doesn't know or remember the other man after his resurrection-- and besides, there isn't a deep connection between them that would prompt a visitation. While Doggett takes it as an affirmation that he's made the right decision, I posit a theory: that this was the spirit of the Creature, taking on a form he saw in Doggett's mind as a way to thank him.

D. Further proof of this theory: "Mulder" appears after Doggett stares thoughtfully at the North American medicine wheel-- a direct connection to the Creature's theorized origins; and a direct connection between it and Doggett's mutual experience.

-Lastly, The Gift is crafted around the brain disease timeline. Frank Spotnitz admitted that, although Scully's pregnancy was planned, the IVF backstory and-- most importantly-- Mulder's brain disease arc was not (interview here): “Had I known there would be a season 8, I would have preferred to salt in all of the clues about these flashback episodes last season,” says Spotnitz of how he dealt retroactively with fitting in Mulder’s illness and Scully’s [IVF]. Do both story lines make sense in their inserted contexts:

A. The IVF backstory isn't tied to a specific date (though I tried to work through it logically in a previous post here) and builds on top of the ova Mulder discovered in Memento Mori (a story line that had been dropped.) This rewrite holds up-- a self-contained plot thread-- on its own; and doesn't disturb established canon as a whole.

B. The brain disease, however, hinges on three key pieces of evidence: Mulder's VISA card expenditures (which claim he took four consecutive trips each weekend, bought a headstone, and was currently using in Within-Without), year-long medical records (that were only discovered a day or two after he disappeared; and which he neither confirmed nor denied), and an alleged trip to Squamash, Pennsylvania a few weeks before he vanished (which wasn't discovered until weeks after Doggett had been assigned to the files; and which he and Scully never verified.) It clashes heavily, destructively, with Season 7; but that's a discussion for another day.

C. Allegations of the brain disease aside, does The Gift hold up its end of the arc? Not only does it obliterate Season 7 and Season 8's canon but also its own credibility: its itinerary is mismatched, its discovery of evidence implausible, and its thesis profoundly unsound.

CONCLUSION

Veracity of Mulder's brain disease claims aside, "The Gift" makes no sense in any way, shape, or form.

Which is kind of... embarrassing, unless you view it as an attempted-and-abandoned cover up. (Now that would have been cool-- watching Doggett begin to sound the depths of the Conspiracy.)

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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"Fast Tracks and Hidden Truths" " “Tension Beneath the Storm”

Part 6

So you know- "English is not my first language. I have dyslexia. Let me know what you think about it, please."

Young Sebastian Vettel x journalist (reader) Enemies to Lovers and Slow Burn. Smut

Part 6 of ? Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The storm outside showed no signs of letting up. Rain hammered against the windows with rhythmic insistence, thunder rolling in slow waves above the paddock. Inside Sebastian’s room, everything felt quieter or maybe it just felt small. Intimate.

You stood near the window, jacket still slung over your arm, damp hair sticking to your skin. Sebastian was behind you, somewhere in the room, but you could feel him — that constant awareness of him that never quite left, like gravity shifting just slightly in his direction.

“You’re going to catch something,” he said softly.

You turned. “What, a cold or your ego?”

He laughed low and genuine, the kind that made your stomach twist a little in a way you didn’t care to admit. “My ego’s doing just fine. Thanks for checking in.”

You glanced toward the bathroom but didn’t move. The energy between you hadn’t settled; it had only changed. Thicker. Warmer.

He stepped closer, slowly, careful like he was approaching a wild animal. You didn’t move, didn’t flinch. You wanted to see what he’d do. How far he'd go.

“I was serious earlier,” he said. “You look good in that jacket.”

“I figured. You’ve mentioned it enough times.”

His eyes dropped to your mouth, lingered, then met yours again. “It’s weird. You in my jacket. In my room. After all that... sniping.”

You lifted a brow. “You think this is weird? You did invite me.”

“Only because you looked like a half-drowned stray dog.”

You shoved him lightly, and he laughed again the sound doing dangerous things to your chest.

“And now you’re here,” he said, his voice dipping lower, smoother. “Which begs the question...”

He stopped inches from you, just close enough to feel the heat coming off him, the scent of sweat and champagne still clinging to his skin.

“What?” you asked quietly.

“What happens now?”

The question wasn’t innocent, and neither was his gaze. The silence between you stretched until your pulse became the loudest thing in the room.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t need to.

Because a second later, he reached out not rushed, not greedy just a hand to your waist, grounding and unshakably sure. His thumb brushed bare skin beneath your shirt hem, and you exhaled sharply before you could stop it.

Your eyes met his. There was no smirk now, no mask — just heat. Hesitation flickered briefly across his expression, like he was giving you time to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, your hands curled into the collar of his racing suit, still halfway unzipped. You tugged him forward slightly, your lips just brushing his a whisper of contact that sent shivers across your skin.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you murmured.

His lips ghosted over yours in response, his breath warm and laced with restraint. “No. It changes everything.”

Then he kissed you properly this time.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was weeks of snide remarks, interviews laced with innuendo, stolen glances across press conferences all colliding in a heat that hit you like the first roar of engines on race day.

His hand slid to your back, pulling you closer, your bodies flush. You tasted adrenaline and rain on his mouth, and still you wanted more. Your hands slid under the fireproof layer at his waist, fingers grazing warm skin beneath.

He groaned low in his throat at the touch, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, just beneath your ear. “You drive me insane.”

You arched into him, nails digging lightly into his side. “Right back at you.”

He pulled back slightly, foreheads touching, both of you breathless.

“For the record,” he said, “I still think you're insufferable.”

You smirked. “And you’re still arrogant.”

“Perfect match, then.”

Outside, thunder cracked again, shaking the glass. But neither of you moved.

You stayed tangled in that moment, caught between rivalry and something dangerously close to wanting.

The kind of moment that didn’t get quoted in post-race interviews. The kind of moment that didn’t go in the headline.

But it was yours. And it had only just begun.

Smut

His lips were fire. Nothing like the calculated, cocky Sebastian you’d dealt with on the grid or behind a microphone. This was different unguarded, electric. He kissed you like a man who'd been holding back for too long, and now that the gate had cracked open, there was no holding the tide.

Your back hit the wall with a quiet thud, and his hands were already on either side of your waist, caging you in without trapping you. You could still leave. You knew that. But you didn’t want to.

“You still smell like champagne,” you whispered against his lips.

His mouth curled into a smirk against your skin. “You complaining?”

“Never said that.”

His hand skimmed under the hem of your shirt no hesitation now fingers dancing across the curve of your waist like he was trying to memorize it. Your breath hitched as his palm spread wide against your skin, warm and firm, grounding and absolutely not professional.

He leaned in again, kissing down the side of your neck, slow and unhurried, like he had time. Like he wanted to enjoy every second.

"You always talk this much when you're turned on?" he murmured into your skin, voice low and dangerous.

You gasped, the line between annoyance and desire burning away completely. "You always this cocky when you're desperate?"

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Desperate?” he repeated, amused. “You’re the one still wearing my jacket.”

You shoved at his chest, laughing, but he caught your wrists gently, pushing them above your head and pinning them against the wall. You weren’t sure when teasing stopped being a defense mechanism and became foreplay, but here you were, trapped under the heat of his gaze, your heart pounding hard enough to rattle your ribs.

His body pressed against yours, hips flush, no more space between you just heat and pressure and need.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, eyes searching yours.

You shook your head, breathless. “No. I want you to shut up.”

He grinned that grin and kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue brushing yours with practiced ease. It wasn’t sloppy, it wasn’t rushed it was precise. Like he knew exactly how to kiss you just hard enough to steal your breath without ever letting you fully recover.

You arched into him as he let go of your wrists, his hands sliding down your sides, slipping beneath your soaked shirt and pulling it up. You lifted your arms and let him take it off, heart hammering in your chest.

He looked at you like he was seeing something sacred.

“God, you are so—” he broke off, lips returning to your collarbone, your shoulder, your chest, each kiss slower, deeper, like a prayer said in reverse.

You fumbled with his race suit, pulling the sleeves down, revealing bare, toned shoulders, the lean cut of his body exposed inch by inch. You had to swallow down a sound when your fingers brushed over his abdomen, muscles tight under soft, rain-dampened skin.

“Still think I’m insufferable?” you whispered, voice rough.

He didn’t answer. He lifted you off the ground, and your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He carried you to the bed, laying you down like he was afraid you’d vanish, before settling on top of you, chest against yours, every inch of him buzzing with tension.

“I think,” he said between kisses, trailing his mouth down your stomach, “you are the most distracting person I’ve ever met.”

You reached for him, dragging him back up so your mouths could crash together again, hungrier now, desperate. He groaned when your nails raked across his back, his hips grinding against yours in a rhythm that left nothing to the imagination.

“Then stop pretending you don’t want to be distracted,” you gasped.

He growled softly a sound deep in his throat — and finally, finally, you felt him lose that last bit of control.

Clothes were shed in a flurry, heat replacing fabric. Hands roamed freely, pulling, pressing, clutching. He kissed you like he was staking a claim, and you let him, met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, breath for breath.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic. It was slow. Purposeful. An unraveling.

His body moved with yours in a rhythm that felt like it had been building since the first time he smirked at you from behind his visor. You tangled your fingers in his hair, gasping as he whispered something in German against your neck. You didn’t understand the words, but you felt them like poetry etched into your skin.

And when it finally broke when the tension snapped and you both came undone it wasn’t loud.

It was quiet. Breathless. Like the moment after a race when the car rolls to a stop and all that’s left is silence and sweat and the aftershock of adrenaline.

He collapsed beside you, breath still heavy, arm slipping around your waist without a word. You turned your head to look at him, and for once, Sebastian Vettel wasn’t smirking.

He was just… watching you.

Like he didn’t know what the hell to say.

You let the silence stretch.

Until finally, you whispered, “So, still hate me?”

The end, i think. Please write what you thouth about this in the coments and if you want a last part!

[hunterofartemis7]

Pt.14

Bruce and Selena: *steps out to control the crowd of reporters and photographers*

Reporters: *yelling a million and a half questions at them as soon as they step out*

Photographers: *getting way to close for comfort trying to get the best pictures*

Raven:…..*clings to Damian*

Damian: *holds her hand* breath Beloved.

Jason, Dick and Tim: *walks outside with Bruce and Selina*

Jason: *covering his eyes from all the camera flashes*

Tim: fuck there wasn’t this many people here when B and cat mom got engaged

Dick: tell me about it

Jason: *whistles loudly* *yells* Yo!! If you assholes wanna actually talk to Rach and Damian, back the fuck up and calm the fuck down!!

Paparazzi: *shocked by his language but backs up a bit*

Selina:😑

Jason: what?

Selina: language!

Jason: hey it was effective

Selina: 🙄

Jason: *turns and waves for Raven and Damian to come out*

Damian: ready Beloved?

Raven: *nods*

Damian: *holds her hand and walks out with her behind him*

Raven: *clings to Damian’s arm and stays behind him*

Paparazzi: *immediately swarms them, yelling questions at them*

Dick, Jason, and Tim: *gets in between them*

Damian: *pushes Raven fully behind him*

Jason: *pulls his gun out and shots up at the sky* I SAID BACK THE FUCK UP!!!

Paparazzi: *backs up in fear*

Jason: better. Little D, the floor is yours

Bruce:😑

Jason: oh get over it. *steps to the side*

Damian: thank you Todd. *turns back to the crowd* If you all have calmed down enough to be civilized, then me and my beloved can answer you questions one at a time; no need to scream at us, understand?

Crowd: *nods*

Damian: good. *points at one reporter* you first

Reporter 1: is it true that you’re pregnant?

Raven: yes it is

Reporter 2: how far along are you?

Raven: 6 weeks

Reporter 3: was this planned?

Damian: no, but we’re excited and happy none the less. *puts his arm around Raven*

Raven: *smiles*

Reporter 4: so you have no plans to abort the baby?

Raven: ofc not. I love my baby and would never get rid of it

Reporter 5: did you only sleep with Damian for his money?

Raven: No!

Damian: *slaps the reporter* anymore questions like that and you will all be heading to the hospital!

Reporters:👀

Reporter 2: how long have you two been together?

Raven: 3 years.

Reporter 6: do you two still plan to get married or is the wedding on a halt?

Raven: we still want to get married…as for the wedding….um..

Damian: that is to be determined.

Reporter 1: what’s the baby’s sex?

Raven: it’s too early to tell.

Reporter 1: Will its gender be announced when you find out?

Raven: umm….im not sure yet

Reporter 5: will the baby be a bastard o—*gets punched in the face by Damian and KO*

Damian: why did I just say jackass!

Crowd: *backs away*

Damian: anyone else?

Reporter 4: how did your family react to the baby? Seeing as it’s the first grandchild

Jason: oh we about shit ourselves when we heard. B actually cried

Bruce: I did not😑

Tim: you did too

Paparazzi: awwwww

Reporter 6: is the baby’s name going to be announced?

Damian: no

Reporter 6: and why not?

Damian: because we have no obligation to announce our baby’s name till it’s birth

Reporter 2: oh! Do you plan to take the easy way out?

Raven: easy way out?

Reporter 2; a c-section. Do you plan to have a c-section or natural birth?

Reporter 3: and will the birth be recorded and posted?

Raven: *getting uncomfortable* umm…I haven’t decided yet…I still have a ways to go but I don’t see a c-section as “the easy way out.” And no…we’re not going to post a video of me giving birth…cause that’s weird

Damian: *seeings she’s getting uncomfortable* okay this interview is over. You people need to leave; now!

Reporter 6: last question! *turns to raven* is Damian forcing you to keep the baby?

Raven: No! Absolutely not! It’s my decision to keep it!

Damian: *slaps the reporter* LEAVE! ALL OF YOU! NOW!!

Jason: *shoots at the sky again* get!

Paparazzi: *runs away in fear*

Bruce: was that necessary?

Jason: yes

Damian: yes

Bruce:🙄

Selina: *sighs* *turns to raven* You okay dear?

Raven: yeah….*wipes the tears away from her eyes*

Damian: *puts an arm around her* come on, let’s get you inside. You’ve had enough to deal with today. *takes her inside*

Raven: *follows him inside* *hugging her belly* Damian…

Damian: yeah?

Raven: is this going to be a normal thing now?

Damian: not if I have anything to say about it *puts his hand on her belly* I’m not letting some fucking noisy assholes ruin this for you.

Raven: thank you

[markantonys]

I can't remember what Rafe has hinted/what has been leaked/what you've speculated re Matt getting the Ashandarei. On a personal level I really don't give that much of a fuck if he gets a "real" Ashandarei or keeps his DIY dagger-and-spear version from s2, but at this point I want him to get the book version ASAP just so the bookcloaks will stop bellyaching about it.

yeah i don't know if we've had any hints one way or the other! all i can think of is there was an interview with the production designer and he mentioned that it was important to get the design of the DIY spear right because it's the weapon mat will be using "for the rest of the series" but then later in the same interview he said it was the weapon mat will be using "for the rest of the season" so i didn't get a definitive sense on whether he actually meant it would be mat's weapon for the show's entire run or whether he only meant that it was an important spotlit prop for this particular episode (plus english isn't his first language so idk how much stock to put in his precise word choice of series vs. season. heck i think even native english speakers use them differently depending on region, thinking about how taskmaster calls it "series 1" "series 2" etc where an american show would use "season 1" "season 2" instead).

so yeah, i'm not sure what to predict myself! i could see it falling into the same category as what you (i think it was you) were saying about mat's ancient memories, where the show clearly made it so that he got them already from the horn and it's silly for reddit to be expecting him to get them from the finn next season. maybe this is a situation where he got his ashandarei already and it's silly to predict he'll get another, different one next season. on the other hand, the DIY spear wasn't as obvious a substitute as the hero memories, so it's a grayer area. back to the first hand, iirc the bedpost he used IS carved with ravens, which feels like kind of a giveaway that this is indeed THE Ashandarei™ since that's the design it has, unless they only designed the DIY one the same way as easter-egg-y foreshadowing.

back to the second hand, mat still needs to get his medallion. but back to the first, he doesn't have to receive them together, so maybe medallion + answers are his only finn gifts, or maybe he picks up the medallion from the tanchico museum (no reason it can't just be a ter'angreal artifact already lying around in this realm of existence) and only gets answers from the finn. i'm also not even completely sure mat needs the medallion at all if Hating Channelers isn't an entire personality trait of show!mat lmao but it IS such an iconic part of his whole Look that i don't see why they wouldn't include it.

overall, i too don't care either way! i remember i made a post a while back that was like "i can't believe people are actually worried that mat won't get his real ashandarei, come on guys do you think he'll be using a DIY spear for the entire show? be serious" so if he actually does use a DIY spear for the entire show i will be embarrassingly humbled yet again jdkfjg but in my defense, the thing i thought was absurd about that was "mat using a knife taped to a stick as his permanent weapon", it was the unstable temporary craftsmanship that was absurd to me, not the general idea of him making his ashandarei himself rather than being gifted it. all we need is a 3x01 scene of perrin properly blacksmithing knife & stick together (doubling as a good mat-perrin solo bonding scene) and my sole objection would be resolved!

there's also the question of the dagger. would it narratively work for the dagger to be stuck with mat for the rest of the show? i thiiiiiink it would, because rand's already been stabbed, i think fain's already been corrupted, and i kinda doubt they'd bother with elaida's corruption because she's already got enough internal & external factors to make her do crimes without also needing to be corrupted by mashadar. so maybe mat can retain custody of the dagger forever now if no one else needs to come into contact with it. but if not, they could have perrin fashion a new, normal spearhead and weld it onto the stick.

in conclusion, now that i've pictured perrin helping turn DIY Knifestick into a proper permanent weapon, i want it so badly! i want mat's signature weapon to be imbued with the power of friendship and homoerotic stabbings!