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âLetâs all go to Dragon Land!â đ
First piece for 2024, Dragon Tales!
Made in Sai/Csp (8 hours)
I challenged myself to draw all of the line art with the crayon tool in Sai. It was a bit tough, especially when it came to selecting a small portion of random pieces with the magic wand toolâŠI made it work though.
I was 10 when this show aired in 99âŠand now Iâm 34 and I still watch it for the nostalgia. My first drawing of this was made in 2016, so I redrew it 8 years later.
I LOOOOOOOVE it!
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THE PITT: I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one! i love my doctors on screen !!! crazy how they're going to be my pillars of strength when i start med school
#the pitt#hbo max#noah wyle#tracy ifeachor#katherine lanasa#taylor dearden#patrick ball#fiona dourif#supriya ganesh#isa briones#shabana azeez#gerran howell#shawn hatosy#the pitt edit#lets get them to the emmys#but hbo pls give us good promo
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âWhy does JK Rowling hate me so much when I look like Harry Potter that got stuck in the cupboard for 40 years?â

This is sending me.
Oh, fuck. He really does.
Iâm sorry, whatever your thoughts ,this was a great joke.
This is why he gets all the Emmys.
#Jk rowling#lol#harry potter#transgender#Hbo#Hogwarts#democrats#republicans#politics#trump#hbo#hbo max#Emmys#Sports#Usa
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#the pitt#the pitt hbo#the pitt max#the pitt hbo max#the pitt on max#the pitt cast#tracy ifeachor#heather collins#fyc#fyc event#for your consideration#emmy fyc#noah wyle#robby x collins
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Pinch me - Charles Leclerc x fem!Reader



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ÊÉ in which... max's infedelity leads to charles' dream come true. ÊÉ angst, smut, fluff ââË.â 3200 words ÊÉ warnings: not exactly smutty per-say but they have sex and thats obvious, max cheats on the reader, mon chĂ©ri. lovesick!charles.
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Nothing in this world was perfect. But Max Verstappen⊠he was closest to it.
Around him you were a love-sick puppy, ready to do anything he asked of you. Youâre friends told you being with him was silly and that you should âreally be with someone whoâs not so⊠hot headed, like Charles!â
Pfft! As if.
Max Verstappen, cold and aggressive on track, gentle and caring off the track. He held your hair back when you were throwing up, opened every door for you, pulled out your chair.
And yet still, that bastard fucking cheated!
You were ready to surprise him after he had won once again in Japan, only his assistant knew you were coming, prepping you with a spare keycard and a big smile on her face as she led you to the room, before disappearing back down the lift.
You pushed the card into the slot, waiting a moment before the green light flickered and a quick beep sounded as the door unlocked with a click.
âMax~â You sang, walking into the room. You couldnât see the bed yet, but you heard the banging and hushed whispers of rushing around. God, did you feel your lungs collapse inwards. There he was, barely dressed while some woman you couldnât see the face of under the covers hid herself.
âI- Baby let me explain because-â
âBecause itâs not what it looks like? Because I think this looks like you are fucking someone else!â
He stuttered, not really having any words, he just kept looking at you, then at the woman in the bed who still hadnât sat up, then at you again. No words, just mumbles on incoherence tumbling from his lips.
âFuck you.â Is all you said, walking out the room without a second glance. Taking a deep, shaky breath as you slammed the door shut and walked towards the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently, adrenaline rushing through you. You had to get away from him. Like, now.
Your heart was pounding so loudly it felt like it might burst out of your chest. The glossy hotel corridor stretched endlessly in both directions, dimly lit and eerily quiet. Each second waiting for the elevator dragged like an eternity, the weight of what you'd just seen pressing down on you like a physical force. The mirrored doors reflected your tear-streaked face, and you quickly wiped at your cheeks, willing yourself not to break down just yet. Not here.
âAre you okay?â Someone was standing next to you, you barely registered it, you didnât even bother to look who when you heard the voice again, âmon chĂ©ri?â
You didnât think. You couldnât think. In the whirlwind of betrayal and heartbreak, logic wasnât your guideâit was pure instinct. Without a second thought, you turned and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close, and pressed your lips to his.
And, to this day, he wonât lie that that moment was better than winning any grand prix- yes even Monaco. He loved you, and had done since he saw you wander around the paddock, confused where red bull was, and why you were near Alfa Romeo. 2018.
6 years of loving you, loving you in complete silence.Â
it was so completely obvious, except to you.
Charles was the cause of plenty of yours, and Maxâs arguments, if you even lingered near the Monegasque, Max threw a hissy fit.
Charles stood stiff at first but he came to his senses very swiftly. You, the most amazing woman heâd laid eyes on, was holding him by the nape of his neck and pulling him impossibly close. It was a dream come true- literally. He dreamed about you alot more than heâd care to admit.
He couldnât think straight, his thoughts plagued by your lips, your hands that were scratching into his neck, your boobs which were squished against his chest. When you pulled away, he looked completely euphoric. His eyes were still closed, his lips parted and his face bright red. He didnât move until he felt a sharp sting on his armâhis own pinch. Heâd done it to make sure this wasnât another dream, and when he finally opened his eyes, you were still there. You were watching him, your head tilted in concern as you noticed the red marks on his skin.
He smiled shyly, âSorry.â He then quickly mumbled as reality crept in, remembering Max was your boyfriend. He wasnât sure why he apologised, you kissed him.
âHe cheated.â You said, voice raw with emotion.
âOh.â Charles frowned, though the slight twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed him. He tried to stifle the surge of joy bubbling inside him, knowing it was wrong to feel this way when you were hurting. But he couldnât help it. His heart thudded in his chest, and he struggled to suppress the giddy feeling threatening to consume him. âSorry again then⊠about the break up.â he added quickly, his voice soft and full of poorly disguised excitement.
Sorry? No, he wasnât sorry. Not even a little.
âSorry I kissed you,â you mumbled, the weight of everything catching up to you. Maybe you shouldnât have done that. Maybe youâd just complicated things even more.
âDonât be, please,â Charles said, his voice cracking slightly. He sounded so vulnerable, so raw, a little pathetic. âI love kissing you.â
That made you laugh, a quiet, shaky sound that felt almost foreign coming from you in the moment. You reached up, your thumb gently brushing over his lips to clean off the faint smear of your lip gloss. He leaned into your touch ever so slightly, like he couldnât help himself.
âWanna go somewhere?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes widened for a split second before he nodded, his smile tentative but genuine. âAnywhere you want,â he said, his tone full of unspoken promises.
Inside Maxâs hotel room, chaos reigned. He was frantically throwing clothes at the woman still tangled in the sheets, barking at her to get dressed. His own appearance was a disasterâboxers pulled on backwards, his t-shirt inside out, and his joggers nowhere to be found. He swore under his breath, his hands shaking as he struggled to get himself presentable enough to run after you.
Finally, he wrenched the door open, stepping into the hallway. His eyes darted down the corridorâand then he saw you.
You were standing with Charles at the elevator, the two of you close, your body language unmistakable. Charles was looking at you with an intensity that made Maxâs chest tightenâa look filled with pure adoration, the kind Max couldnât remember ever giving you. You, on the other hand, seemed shy, your gaze flickering down to the floor before peeking up at Charles when he coughed awkwardly.
The elevator doors began to close, and Max finally snapped out of his stupor. âWait!â he called out, stepping forward, but it was too late. The heavy metal doors slid shut with a final clang, cutting off his view of you and Charles.
He stood there, frozen, his blank stare fixed on the now-empty space at the end of the corridor. The reality of what had just happenedâand what heâd lostâsank in with a crushing weight.
Charles was undeniably needy, his every touch and look giving him away completely. He had no problem with the way you grinded against him on the dance floor, your bodies moving in perfect sync as if no one else existed in the crowded club. The whispers you breathed into his ear sent shivers down his spine, his hands tightening on your hips instinctively.
Maybe it was cruel, using him as a rebound. But even if it was, Charles didnât careânot even a little. He would have let you break his heart a hundred times if it meant youâd let him kiss you again, taste the sweetness of your lips, and feel the heat of your touch.
He had zero protests when your lips found his over and over again. Kissing him in the club, kissing him in the backseat of the taxi as it sped through the neon-lit streets of Suzuka. And certainly no protests when your drunken giggles and unsteady footsteps carried you both toward his hotel room, which, by a cruel twist of fate, was just one floor above Maxâs.
The elevator cameras would have plenty to show. The way your nails dragged down the back of Charlesâ neck, just shy of breaking skin. The way his hands roamed your body with an almost desperate reverence, like he couldnât believe this was real. Both of you were lost in each other, oblivious to the world beyond the bubble youâd created.
When the door to his room finally clicked shut behind you, it only took seconds for you to stumble onto the bed, your laughter filling the quiet room. Charles landed above you, bracing himself on his forearms as he looked down at you, his cheeks flushed, his hair messy, and his eyes glassy from the alcoholâbut more than that, from the way you made him feel.
The laughter slowly subsided, leaving only the sound of your heavy breathing. Your chest rose and fell as you looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, lingering there like he couldnât resist.
âYouâre so perfââ Charles started, his voice soft and full of wonder.
You quickly clapped your hand over his mouth, cutting him off. âNot perfect,â you corrected firmly, though a small smile tugged at your lips.
He nodded, his lips curving against your palm. When you removed your hand, he tried again, âYouâre so⊠ideal?â
His attempt made you laugh, a sound that felt so genuine and lighthearted, a sound you hadnât heard from yourself in far too longâcertainly not with Max. The moment lingered for just a second before you pulled him back down to you, your lips meeting his in a kiss that deepened, a kiss that felt like escape and discovery all at once.
Slowly, the two of you undressed, taking your time as if savoring each reveal, every touch, and every inch of each other. Charlesâ hands were warm and reverent, exploring the shape of you like he wanted to memorize every curve. His attention was unwavering, his gaze soft yet searing, and his touch a perfect balance of gentle and demanding. You couldnât help but notice the little things, like the slight asymmetry of his abs or the way his lips quirked into a small smile whenever you traced your fingers over his skin.
Charles was mostly quiet, save for the soft whispers that passed between you. His words werenât meant to be reciprocated; he didnât care if you didnât feel the same way. For him, it was enough that he had you in this moment. In this moment, you were his, and he was yours.
He moved with a mix of tenderness and passion, always attuned to you. Every sound you made was like a symphony to himâyour gasps, your moans, the way you whispered his name. He cherished every reaction, making it his mission to learn exactly what made you tick, what made you come undone.
For you, it was overwhelming, the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel. You couldnât get enough of himâhis body, his voice, the way his movements felt like they were made just for you.
The night stretched on endlessly, filled with shared laughter, whispered praises, and stolen breaths. By the time you both succumbed to exhaustion, you were lying on top of him, your head resting against his chest, your leg draped over his waist. His hand traced absent patterns on your back as he stared at the ceiling, listening to your soft breathing.
Even after you drifted off, Charles stayed awake for a while longer, his eyes fixed on you. He admired the peaceful expression on your face, the gentle rise and fall of your chest. He didnât want the moment to end. He knew it was fleeting, but he couldnât help hoping it wouldnât be the last time.
When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight streaming through the curtains. The second thing was you, still there. You were lying on your side, scrolling through your phone, the glow of the screen reflecting off your face.
âGood morning, mon chĂ©ri,â he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.
You turned to him, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. He said nothing for a moment, just stared at you like he was trying to commit every detail of your face to memory. His eyes darted over your freckles, the curve of your lips, the way your messy morning-hair framed your face.
âHi,â you replied quietly, your cheeks warming under his adoring stare.
For a moment, everything felt perfect, but then the weight of reality settled in. The guilt crept in, cold and unwelcome. Youâd just slept with one of Maxâs friends, and co-workers. Yes, Max had cheated, and yes, he deserved every ounce of karma, but still. You werenât someone who hurt people. This wasnât who you wereâor at least, who you thought you were.
Your smile faltered as the conflict brewed inside you.
Charles noticed the shift in your expression almost instantly. His brows furrowed slightly as he propped himself up on one elbow, concern flashing in his eyes. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine care.
You hesitated, biting your lip as you stared at the sheets tangled between your fingers. âI⊠I donât know,â you admitted, your voice barely audible. âI feel⊠guilty. About everything.â
âGuilty?â Charles echoed, his hand reaching out to rest gently on your arm. âWhy? You did nothing wrong.â
You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face for answers you werenât even sure you wanted. âDidnât I? Max cheated, yeah, but⊠I just slept with one of his friends. I feel like Iâve stooped to his level. And you⊠I used you, Charles. Thatâs not fair to you.â
Charles shook his head, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âYou didnât use me,â he said firmly. âI wanted this, more than you know. If this is what you needed, then Iâm glad I could be here for you.â
âButââ you started, but he cut you off, his hand gently cradling your cheek.
âNo buts,â he said, his thumb brushing over your skin. âYouâve been hurt, mon chĂ©ri. Itâs okay to want comfort, to want someone who will treat you the way you deserve. If thatâs all this is, Iâm okay with that.â
His words made your chest tighten. The sincerity in his voice was disarming, and the way he looked at youâit was so different from Max. Where Max had been possessive, Charles was supportive. Where Max had been quick to anger, Charles was calm and understanding.
You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. âYouâre too good for me,â you whispered.
Charles chuckled softly, shaking his head. âNo, Iâm not. I just see you for what you are: an amazing woman who deserves more than sheâs been given.â
The vulnerability in his words left you speechless. You didnât know what to say, so instead, you leaned in and pressed your forehead to his. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the silence filled with unspoken emotions.
Finally, you pulled back, a small smile breaking through your conflicted expression. âThank you,â you said softly.
âFor what?â
âFor being you.â
Charles smiled in return, his hand still resting on your cheek. âAlways.â
The morning carried on quietly. You both got dressed, sharing little touches and smiles that felt intimate but light. The guilt lingered at the edges of your mind, but so did a strange sense of peace. Charles made you feel safe, cherished, and for the first time in a long time, you didnât feel like you were walking on eggshells.
As you slipped on your shoes, you glanced over at Charles, who was leaning against the desk, watching you with a soft expression. âI should go,â you said, though the words felt heavy.
He nodded, his smile bittersweet. âIf thatâs what you want.â
âItâs not,â you admitted, standing and walking toward him. âBut I think I need to figure out what to do next.â
âI understand.â He hesitated before reaching for your hand, squeezing it gently. âIf you need anythingâanything at allâyou know where to find me.â
You smiled, squeezing his hand in return. âThank you.â
As you left the room and stepped into the hallway, your thoughts were a jumble.
The next few weeks at the paddock were... tense, to say the least. Charles found himself hyper aware of Maxâs presence at all times. The Dutchman, with his usual confidence bordering on arrogance, seemed oblivious to the anxiety brewing under the surface of the Monegasque driverâs composed demeanor.
Charles avoided him like the plague. If Max was walking down the pit lane, Charles would conveniently busy himself with his engineers or slip into the Ferrari motorhome. If they were in the driverâs briefing, Charles kept his responses short and avoided eye contact. The mere thought of what had happenedâwhat Max might suspectâhad Charles living on edge. He wasnât exactly guilty, but he wasnât entirely innocent either. And the last thing he wanted was a confrontation.
But more than anything, he yearned for you.
Each weekend, as the Grand Prix circus traveled from one city to the next, Charles found himself scanning the paddock, hopingâno, desperately hopingâthat youâd show up. He knew it was selfish, but even just a glimpse of you would settle his nerves, even if it was from afar.
At the driversâ parade, his eyes wandered to the crowd, scanning faces without meaning to. He barely heard the questions thrown at him by reporters, his thoughts always drifting back to you.
He was distracted, no doubt about it. His performance on track was fineâhe could drive fast even in his sleepâbut his mind wasnât entirely on racing. In quiet moments, he replayed that night over and over, the way youâd looked at him, the way youâd touched him, the way youâd laughed. It was both his greatest comfort and his greatest torment.
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Winter break 2024.
heâd finally begun to accept that maybe it was time to let go. Maybe you wouldnât come back, not to him. Maybe that night was all heâd ever have, and he should be grateful for it. His thoughts consumed him so entirely that he didnât notice the figure coming around the corner until it was too late.
He collided with someoneâhard.
âMerde!â he muttered, stumbling back. His hands instinctively reached out to steady the person heâd bumped into. âIâm so sorryââ
His words caught in his throat as he looked up and realised who it was.
He pinched himself.Â
Ow.
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How can you not love this guy? âšđ
#noah wyle#michael robinavitch#dr robby#the pitt#season 1#fyc#tomato face#cutie#emmys 2025#the pitt hbo max#awards season#the pitt cast#panel#for your consideration#noah gifs
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I'm still here.
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Noah Cryle
#all the way to the emmys yes he will#noah wyle#er#the pitt#the pitt max#er nbc#john carter#michael robinavitch
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Thank you anon for inspiring insomnia fulled WAG Lando au:
"You are being so obvious, you know that right?" Daniel's tone was teasing as he elbowed Max in the ribs. He could feel the older mans gaze on his face, but Max only had eyes for one person as he watched Lando laughing with some fans that had stopped him outside the Red Bull hospitality. Lando looked good like this. Sunglasses perched on his head, disappearing into his curls. His tan skin was golden in the fading sunlight. He wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a simple pair of dark jeans and one of Max's hoodies. His pass for the weekend hanging from a Red Bull lanyard around his neck making sure everyone knew who's guest he was. Max would be lying if he claimed that it didn't stoke something a little primal and warm in his chest to have Lando here like this, wearing his clothes and repping his team. "Seriously, I don't know how no one picked up on this before now", Daniel laughed as they watched Lando pose for a quick selfie with the people that had stopped him, "You haven't been subtle since the moment you laid eyes on him" Max couldn't help but grin at his words because it was true. From the moment he had first tunned into one of Lando's streams, Max had known that Lando was someone he wanted to know. There was a pull in his chest, and even if he hadn't mentioned him that first night, he had followed Lando's social media platforms. It had only taken another week before he had messaged him, and Max could never regret it. "Why would I be subtle when I knew what I wanted?", Max tore his gaze from Lando to look at Daniel, "I have never been anything but blunt" Daniel rolled his eyes fondly at Max but he could tell he was happy for them. Max wasn't the only one that had developed a soft spot for Lando the moment he laid eyes on him. He looked as if he wanted to say more but Lando was already walking back towards them. There was a smile on his face and he slotted himself into Max's side easily. Max didn't even have to think about wrapping his arm around Lando's waist or the kiss he pressed to his cheek. It was as natural as the way Lando's cheeks still flushed pink every time Max was open with his affection. "Sorry about that", Lando leaned into him, tilting his head to look at Max. "And here I thought everyone came here this weekend to see me", Max stated with a smirk that had Lando laughing and Daniel swatting at his arm. "Well I don't know about them, but I am here to see you", Lando teased with a smile, "Might even wear your number and everything tomorrow" All Max could do to quiet the butterflies in his stomach was lean in to kiss him softly, ignoring the way Daniel cleared his throat after a moment because he didn't care. Nothing mattered more to him than the man in his arms right now, and tomorrow he was going to win the race for Lando just to kiss him at the barrier in while Lando wore his name and number.
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Alexander SkarsgĂ„rd â Emmyâs 23, Succession, HBO Max â 15 Jan â24. Thanks SwedishDelish.
Sex In A Tux.
#alexander skarsgÄrd#alexander skarsgard#emmy's 23#succession#ajss13#hbo max#15 jan '24#thanks#swedish delish#emm23#sex in a tux#ajss edits
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Oh, Lady Caroline wishes to make Greg her young tall hot lover.
We were deprived of this storyline.
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Tracyâs official Emmy campaign ballot for âBest Supporting Actressâ as well as the submitted episodes for âThe Pittâ has been released by the academy!
#the pitt#tracy ifeachor#heather collins#the pitt cast#the pitt hbo#the pitt hbo max#the pitt on max#the pitt spoilers#emmy ballots#Emmyâs 2025#fyc event
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Omg ocon win???? Verstappen win???? COLAPINTO BABY GIRL
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NOAH WYLE đ L.A. TIMES THE ENVELOPE DRAMA ROUNDTABLE
#noah wyle#glasses#michael robinavitch#dr robby#the pitt#the pitt hbo max#la times#drama roundtable#fyc#emmys 2025#emmy awards#q&a#john carter#dr carter#john truman carter iii#er#er nbc#tv doctors#medical drama#gifs
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She finally got her hug. đ
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THIS IS WHERE MY DRAGON OBSESSION STARTED FROM AND I DIDNT EVEN REALISE!!!! THIS SET THE STAGE FOR HTTYD!!!! OMFG HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN!!!!!


âLetâs all go to Dragon Land!â đ
First piece for 2024, Dragon Tales!
Made in Sai/Csp (8 hours)
I challenged myself to draw all of the line art with the crayon tool in Sai. It was a bit tough, especially when it came to selecting a small portion of random pieces with the magic wand toolâŠI made it work though.
I was 10 when this show aired in 99âŠand now Iâm 34 and I still watch it for the nostalgia. My first drawing of this was made in 2016, so I redrew it 8 years later.
I LOOOOOOOVE it!
#fanart#artwork#cartoon#dragon tales#pbs kids#ord#pbs#Cassie DragonTales#zak and wheezie#dragontales#Emmy and Max#digitalart
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