#No guillotine could take away the head i'd give him

[zyonsay]

I need him to pin me down like that -🪼

No guillotine could take away the head i'd give him. I just need him to tug on my hair while i give him the sloppiest blowjob ever

[buckxtommy]

the way lou ferrigno jr loves tommy as much as we do and he developed this amazing background & insanely layered rich character aspects for him despite having been signed on for only 4 episodes.... sir no guillotine could take away the head i'd give you

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 4

expand for propaganda ↓ (major wall-of-text warning. don't say I didn't warn you) (nazi reference has been removed)

KD Lang:

"She's a lesbian (+100 points) and she was just really hot back then (+10000 points)"

"incredibly clear, sensual mezzo soprano voice -- kd lang's music literally transports you into the narrative of the song. they have a very charismatic appeal that makes them very attractive amazing bone structure and i love the short, choppy hair on top of that their fashion sense is peak, from the 1992 miss chatelaine ballroom dress to the suit on the august 1993 vanity fair cover to the shoulder-length hair and orange jacket on 1995's "all you can eat" i would literally give my life for kd lang i'm obsessed"

"VOTE KD LANG IF YOU LOVE LESBIANS. (AND YOU SHOULD LOVE LESBIANS)"

Jarvis Cocker:

"if jarvis wins I'm mailing him my underwear"

"I just want to tuck him in bed and read to him fairytales while he sips a cup of cocoa please is that to much"

"Jarvis Cocker and Jesus Christ share the same initials so that means that they are one flesh meaning that if you love Jesus you love Jarvis and vice versa"

"jarvision the best division 🫡"

"if jarvis wins I'll read The Hobbit in latin"

"I flew to London a couple of weeks ago and the first thing that I did was take the tube to waterstones picadilly and spend there about an hour looking for jarvis' book that they didn't have. Then I made my way (in the rain without an umbrella) to Foyles to see if they had it there and, again, they didn't have it."

"he's 6'3"

"I have never been more sexually attracted to a man than Jarvis cocker in the this is hardcore mv. I want to flatten him out with a rolling pin like pizza dough and then smack him against the wall. I am so horny I should be shot."

"Everytime I see jarvis cocker videos or pics I twirl my hair, kick my legs and giggle uncontrollably. Or I bite my arm and scream. I'm so mesmerised by his beautiful doe eyes and his weird dances that often lean very sexual. He's everything"

"the way jarvis' body is built is just extraordinary yknow like his spindly buglike legs"

"all I want in life is to take a shower with him and wash that greasy ass lice looking hair for once"

"Jarvis Cocker's last name is Cocker = he should win cuz cock haha"

"I want to spoon-feed him my grandma's chicken soup"

"I want to cock you jarvis <3333333"

"hottest most delicious looking man on earth"

"I didn't rant about him in English lang for him not to win"

"I love him a lot he looks like an insect ♥️"

"Jarvis cocker this is hardcore mv. No guillotine could take away the sloppy, disgusting, throbbing, dripping head I would give that man"

"never wanted a man so bad in my life, he looks like a pretty girl whilst having such a nice deep northern sheffield voice, i want him so bad i'm gonna be genuinely upset if my future bf doesn't look like him"

"apparently a girl he had slept with noted that he made sure that he satisfied all her needs in bed IM JUST GONNA LEAVE THIS INFO HERE AND YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH THAT CUZ"

"need to have car sex with him whilst moving his greasy bangs out the way with my fingers"

"i went all the way to ireland to cure my hyperfixation but im still dreaming about the insect man 😍 i want to do the dishes with him"

"Jarvis is the kind of man that will tell you in explicit detail how much he likes to be pegged"

"currently smashing his sheffildian buttocks"

"I'd like to put my head on his shoulder right by his neck and just stay there, with his somewhat shaved beard making contact with my face and some strands of his hair coming loose and caressing me"

"is it zoophilic of me to say that I'm attracted to his insect looking way"

"Jarvis is everything! 90s Jarvis is a sarcastic smart bitter horny devil. 2000s Jarvis is a romantic fool. Current Jarvis? Lyrically, he is still both the horniest and most romantic and imho has the sexiest speaking voice of his generation. I used to listen to his BBC 6 radio show and when he said my name on air during their listener special I lost my goddamn mind. Celebrate the anniversary of it annually."

[catsteinbooks]

Damsel-in-Distress!Aziraphale thoughts

I had some new thoughts while watching the Hard Times cold open (again).

As we all know, Aziraphale likes to arrange things so he can feel cared for and Crowley can save the day. And so they have excuses to meet for dates lunch random-obviously-not-fraternizing-encounters. But his elaborate schemes actually do a number of other things, too. (This is the angel who figured out Agnes Nutter's prophecies overnight. Multiple layers and convoluted ideas are right in his wheelhouse.)

He gets to play a role. This is one I've seen people also mention, and it's closely linked to him being the rescuee. But it's more than the damsel role. I don't think he always has a rescue in mind. He might have in 1793, but in 1941? Probably not. He wants to dress up in a cute outfit and take on a human character, just like his magician persona, or the investigative journalist. He's fascinated by humans and likes to try the things they do. Sometimes it even gives him a chance to do good, like being a spy and setting up a sting in 1941. (That one didn't work out, clearly, but his intentions were in the right place.) These situations are as much trying out human things as dancing and eating are. It's another way he's exploring the world.

He encourages humans to do good. By putting himself into these situations, Aziraphale gets opportunities completely outside of Heavenly assignments where he can show his support for humans doing the right thing, and even try to change the minds of people he thinks are doing wrong. He does this a lot in The Resurrectionists minisode, but he also does it during his planned historical escapades. In 1793 he points out multiple times that cutting off heads is wrong before Crowley arrives. ("That poor woman." "Dreadful mistake, discorporating me.") If he'd been dragged out to the guillotine, he'd probably have continued trying to convince the executioner to release him, or asked other humans to intervene. I don't think he'd have rescued himself until he had no other alternative. Similarly, in 1941, he joins forces with someone who is supposedly capturing the bad guys. (Yay, good humans! I'd love to help you!) And after the double-cross is revealed, he stands there at gunpoint when he could miracle himself away immediately. ("You can't kill me! There'll be paperwork.") Like he says in Edinburgh, "People get a choice." He always gives even the nasty humans an opportunity to stop what they're doing and do something good instead. Plan goes right, he does a good thing and/or gets a human to do a good thing. Plan goes wrong, he can try to change minds. He knows he can miracle his way out if absolutely necessary.

And just maybe...

He'll get to play dress-up, do good, encourage humans to do good, get rescued, AND go on a date with Crowley. Perfection.

[ellaspore]

The Ultimate Vegaspete Florence + The Machine Playlist

For double the brainrot and best relatable lyrics

1.Seven devils

Seven devils all around me

Seven devils in my house

See, they were there when I woke up this morning

I'll be dead before the day is done

They can keep me out

Till I tear the walls

Till I save your heart

And to take your soul

And what has been done

Cannot be undone

In the evil heart

In the evil soul

2.No light, no light

You are the hole in my head

You are the space in my bed

You are the silence in between

What I thought and what I said

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes

I never knew daylight could be so violent

A revelation in the light of day

You can't choose what stays and what fades away

And I'd do anything to, to make you stay

No light, no light (no light)

Tell me what you want me to say

Would you leave me

If I told you what I've done?

And would you leave me

If I told you what I've become?

3.Only if for a night

And the only solution was to stand and fight

And my body was bruised and I was set alight

But you came over me like some holy rite

And although I was burning, you're the only light

Only if for a night

4.Bedroom Hymns

Spilt milk tears, I did this for you

Spilling over the idle, the black and the blue

The sweetest submission, drinking it in

The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns

'Cause this is his body, this is his love

Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough

Yeah, I can't get enough

I'm not here looking for absolution

Because I've found myself an old solution

5.Various storms and saints

And I'm in the throes of it

Somewhere in the belly of the beast

But you took your toll on me

So I gave myself over willingly

Oh, you got a hold on me

You saw the stars out in front of you

Too tempting not to touch

But even though it shocked you

Something's electric in your blood

But still you stumble, your feet give way

Outside the world seems a violent place

But you had to have him, and so you did

Some things you let go in order to live

While all around you the buildings sway

Sing it out loud "Who made us this way?"

I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay

Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe

Hold on to your heart, don't give it away

6.Which witch

I'm miles away

He's on my mind

I'm getting tired of crawling all the way

And I've had enough

It's obvious

And I'm getting tired of crawling all the way

And it's my whole heart

While tried and tested, it's mine

And it's my whole heart

Trying to reach it out

And it's my whole heart

Burned but not buried this time

I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out

I'm not beat up by this yet

You can't tell me to regret

Been in the dark since the day we met

Fire, help me to forget

7.Make up your mind

Make up your mind

Let me live or let me love you

While you've been saving your neck

I've been breaking mine for you

The power is on, the guillotine hums

My back's to the wall, go on, let it fall, oh

Make up your mind

Before I make it up for you

8.Hardest of hearts

There is love in your body but you can't hold it in

It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin

Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks

And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

There is love in your body but you can't get it out

It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth

Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face

That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

There is love in our bodies and it holds us together

But pulls us apart when we're holding each other

We all want something to hold in the night

We don't care if it hurts when we're holding too tight

9.Hiding

I know you've tried

But something stops you every time

You cry a little

So do I

So do I

And it's your price

That's keeping us still so far apart

But if you give a little

So will I

So will I

Tell me I will be released

Not sure I can deal with this

Up all night again this week

Breaking things that I should keep

I know that you're hiding

I know there's a part of you that I just cannot reach

You don't have to let me in

Just know that I'm still here

I'm ready for you whenever

Whenever you need

Whenever you want to begin

10.What kind of man

You were on the other side, like always

You could never make you mine

And with one kiss

You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years

What kind of man loves like this?

But I can't beat ya, 'cause I'm still with ya

"Oh mercy", I implore ("oh mercy", I implore)

How do you do it? I think I'm through it

Then I'm back against the wall

11.Heavy in your arms

I was a heavy heart to carry

My beloved was weighed down

My arms around his neck

My fingers laced a crown

I was a heavy heart to carry

My feet dragged across the ground

And he took me to the river

Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet

My love's an iron ball

Wrapped around your ankles

Over the waterfall

12.Big God

You need a big god

Big enough to hold your love

You need a big god

Big enough to fill you up

You keep me up at night

To my messages, you do not reply

You know I still like you the most

The best of the best and the worst of the worst

Well, you can never know

The places that I go

I still like you the most

You'll always be my favorite ghost

Shower your affection, let it rain on me

And pull down the mountain, drag your cities to the sea

Shower your affection, let it rain on me

Don't leave me on this white cliff

Let it slide down to the, slide down to the sea

Slide down to the, slide down to the sea

13.Remain Nameless

I was born in a big gray cloud

Screaming out a love song

All the broken chords and unnamed cries

What a place to come from

I wish to remain nameless

And live without shame

'Cause what's in a name, Oh

I still remain the same

You can call it what you want

You can call me anything you want

You can call us what you want

You can call me anything you want

14.Dog days are over

And I never wanted anything from you

Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back

Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Do you love Gustaf more than Ewan? ;)

I think so, yes. Gustaf is my OG "a guillotine could not take away the head I would give this man", so on longevity alone I'd have to say yes. I'm also married to a man who looks quite a lot like him, which I think speaks volumes, haha.

[blaiddydbrokeit]

I'm going to see my psychiatrist today, but finding out two weeks ago that they migrated their systems a few years ago and lost nearly all of the older, more verbose records led me to look over the ones I did have a copy of, and it led me down an interesting self-discovery, and self-rediscovery.

It gets long, and it's personal, so I'll put it under a cut so people aren't disrupted by an irrelevant longpost on their dashboards.

So, back in 2016, I warded in the psychiatric ward - by years I was 14, but for this we'll need to be a little bit more specific. This was a few months before I turned 14. I was warded for psychotic disorder.

Here's where it gets interesting. Part of the reason I bring it up is because at the time, I reported multiple voices, but that only three were distinct. I had named them due to their recurring nature, based on "what felt the most appropriate".

Voice A was a masculine voice that often demanded violent acts, usually decapitations, dismemberments or strangling. I named him after a character who was a royal with blue eyes, blonde hair and who was beheaded. He was the loudest, but I also identified as closest to him.

Voice B was another masculine voice that demanded information, really. Things like answers, reasons, the sort of things that one would use to get back at another, to stew in hatred or fuel vengeance. I named him after a snarky swordsman.

The last was.... questionable. It was the one that was unclear if it was masculine or feminine, but they berated me more than anything. Compared me to someone else I didn't know. Made me feel useless if I couldn't even give them what they wanted, but they wanted peace and I didn't know how to give that. I named them after an androgynous character who came from abroad, known for tricks, voices and unclear allegiances.

At that age, I also abruptly developed a strangely morbid obsession with decapitation, especially that which was committed not by guillotine, but by blade, and more outlandishly, by hand. I was convinced that, with enough force, one could crush the neck of another person and pull their head off with their bare hands. Of course, this alarmed my psychiatrist and subsequently became another reason for my hospitalization.

Of course, it did not stop there. It only became more strange. In my 16th year, but before my 16th birthday - I was exorcised twice for strange behaviours, but to no avail. Behaviours that would perhaps read as dissociation in psychiatry, but possession to the faithful.

My parents had noticed that I had begun to at times describe terribly violent acts, twitching and smiling, even laughing while doing so, and when provoked, would lash back out as if I was in a trance, with an excess of strength that required multiple people to even half-restrain. They sought a medium, who was certain that it was the work of "several angry spirits strongly tethered to me", and hence hundreds was spent to try and expel said spirits.

Fast forward several years, to 2019. Laughably, with the release of Fire Emblem Three Houses, the house that I initially wanted to attempt was the Golden Deer. I lost interest at Chapter 3, and put away the game for a while. When I tried once more to play, it was with the Black Eagles. I reasoned that it was because I'd heard so much about how they had a route-split, and that it had much to do with Edelgard. Unfortunately, it lost me quickly in the Academy phase too. However, when I had settled on taking one last chance with the Blue Lions, something started to click once the C supports began to unlock.

What I think was my breaking point, though, was Remire Village. At that point, I was so thoroughly and personally invested that witnessing it broke something in me. I recall that I had to put away my switch. I cried myself to sleep with a splitting headache that night. It felt like something so familiar. In some way or another. And it seemed the further I went, the more things made sense about myself.

Looking back on nearly-14-year-old me's accounts, it's oddly laughable how apt the poor lad was in describing people he could not yet recognize proper. Father... Glenn... Stepmother... you really have been there all along.

[soc-characters-as-songs]

OCs as your top 100 2017?

oh boy

ivy: #29 - better love by hozier ("staring in the blackness at some distant star/the thrill of knowing how alone we are, unknown we are/to the wild and to the both of us/I confessed the longing I was dreaming of/some better love, but there's no better love")

meredith: #46 - haunt by bastille ("we'll make our agreements/about when to meet/and I'll leave you in the doorway/the cold evening aches/as it leaves in its wake/all the memories left by the day/oh and questioning why/as you look to the sky/that is cloudless up above our heads/and thoughts come to mind/that our short little lives/haven't left the path that they will tread/they will tread/I'll come back to haunt you/memories will taunt you")

diana: #21 - you're not there by lukas graham ("you're not there/to celebrate the man that you made/you're not there/to share in my my success and mistakes/is it fair?/you'll never know the person I'll be/you're not there/with me/time can heal your wounds if/you're strong and standing tall/I've been doing all of that, it didn't help at all/they say you'll grow older, and it'll get better still/yes, I will, but no it won't/they don't get it")

alassie: #1 - fight fire with fire by kansas ("I'm miles away/I want to cry out loud/I want to fight till the end/I won't let 'em take me alive/that's why I fight fire with fire/oh I'm burning inside and my heart is a-cryin'/fire with fire/I don't want to lose this flamin' desire/standing alone/in a crowded room/I can feel a chill in the air")

ramona: #23 - casual affair by panic! at the disco ("break involuntary ties/a secret so the spies/could never find us out/stay for as long as you have time/so the mess that we'll become/leaves something to talk about/just lay in the atmosphere/a casual affair")

rhea: #36 - man killer by hedley ("red lips/big eyes/no vanilla/make you wanna cry/sweet little surprise/she's a killer/telling no lies/pretty like a lemonade and a smile and a 45/if you fuck with my girl, you could lose your life")

cornelia: #6 - rich kids by bea miller ("after school, I always had to work/it kinda left me feeling like a jerk/cause I never got to talk to the guy I liked/and that ain't right/and then he met another type/made him buy her all the things she liked/I learned a lot about life/when she jumped in his convertible")

Kaden: #30 - make up your mind by florence + the machine ("while you've been saving your neck/I've been breaking mine for you/the power is on, the guillotine hums/my back's to the wall, go on, let it fall, oh/make up your mind/before I make it up for you/the executioner's within me/and he comes blindfold ready/sword in hand/and arms so steady/every time I try to bring it down/you always turn my head around")

andreia: #39 - runaway by aurora ("I was painting a picture/the picture was a painting of you and/for a moment I thought you were here/but then again, it wasn't true, down/and all this time I have been lyin'/oh, lyin' in secret to myself/I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf")

suzy: #5 - we are alive by golden youth ("falling from trees on the line/we are like leaves in the autumn fog/tossing down streams we move on/at the speed of the breeze we're gone/now life's giving us chances all around/so you take what you can and let go")

samuel: #7 - pray for my soul by mikael saari ("mother, pray for my weary soul/my weary soul/for I have misused your trust/turned given gold to rust/so pray for my soul/pray for my soul/I've prayed for yours")

Bianca: #59 - I've got this friend by the civil wars ("I've got this friend/I don't think you know him/he's not much for words, he's hidden his heart away/oh, I've got this friend, a loveless romantic/all that he really wants is someone to want him back/oh, if the right one came/if the right one came along")

archibald: #13 - shots by imagine dragons ("am I out of luck? am I waiting to break?/when I keep saying that I'm looking for a way to escape/oh, I'm wishing I had what I'd taken for granted/I can't have you when I'm only gonna do you wrong/oh, I'm gonna mess this up/oh, this is just my luck/over and over and over again/I'm sorry for everything, oh, everything I've done/from the second that I was born, it seems I have a loaded gun/and then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved/oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that I loved")

raphael: #19 - tenerife sea by ed sheeran ("we are surrounded by all of these lies/and people that talk too much/you got that kind of look in your eyes/as if no one knows anything but us/should this be the last thing I see/I want you to know it's enough for me/'cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need")

[zyonsay]

Wildfire, Chapter Four MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You guys go on a horse ride through the surrounding area

Reader: Male

Warnings: Me being a major horse girl

Now playing: 'Mary' by Alex G

AN: UPDATED this one! I made Max hate you a bit more than in the old version 😋 I noticed that i really struggle with capturing emotion in texts. TRUST ME, the story is really emotional in my head, im just shitty at putting it into words. ALSO BABES, i had to copy half of this fic letter by letter from a word document because my fucking copy and paste isn't working.

Im really exited for the next chapter! My goal is to give more insight into Maxies emotions. As i said, i suck at capturing emotions in text, so you don't really know much about his feelings at this point.

IMPORTANT: Do y'all want a taglist? This fic is kinda flopping, but i thought a taglist would be neat.

Just comment or dm me to be added to the taglist!

(Here is the previous chapter)

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An acoustic guitar began playing loudly, tearing you out of your deep slumber. Your hair was all messed up and you felt… sticky. You only remember snippets from last night, but you knew that at one point you were on your mechanic’s shoulders, doing the macarena. And surely there are some embarrassing videos and photos floating around…

Max made no effort to get up and tried to sleep through the noise, but you were already awake, so you’d also like to know who’d woken you up. You silently walked towards the door, the carpet under your feet feeling warm and fuzzy. The door creaked while you opened it, revealing the warm morning sun. Outside was a group of redbull team members and most importantly, christian, with a guitar and a cowboy hat. He was singing his heart out and exaggeratedly strummed his acoustic. Finally, Max had gotten up too and made his way over to the door. You opened the door slightly more to reveal your view to him. Max deadpanned and shot you a questioning look. He looked very sleep ridden and was probably still hungover.

“Good morning, guys!”, now all the people who were resting, stood outside of their cabins.

Horner was smiling brightly, like the sun itself. “Breakfast is served in 30 minutes, I’ll tell you about the activities we’ll be doing today after eating.”, he was met by sleepy and partially grumpy faces.  “Chop, chop guys!”

Like meerkats running to their dens, all team members disappeared in their cabins. You were in no rush and plopped back down on your bed. Unsurprisingly, Max had already gotten up and changed in the small on-suite bathroom.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed before your fellow driver cleared his throat. You lowered your phone and looked at him with a questioning glance. “Breakfast is in 6 Minutes, get ready.”

You scrambled to pick out a simple outfit for the day and rushed to the bathroom to change. When you walked out of the lavatory, Max was still standing by the entrance with crossed arms. He then opened the door, motioning you to go first.

You mumbled a small ‘thanks’ before heading towards a large gazebo with a breakfast buffet. The air was filled with delicious smells of scrambled egg, bacon, waffles and many other goodies.

Once you’d grabbed yourself a well-rounded meal, you sat on the free spot next to Christian, who was facing Max and one of the popular mechanics. The strawberries on your plate looked perfect, a vibrant red swirling all around its curved shapes. You bit into it and enjoyed the fresh, fruity flavor. Your team principal raised an eyebrow and offered you and Max a curious and slightly mischievous look. “Have you two been getting along?” Max shot a quick look your way, then proceeded to sigh quietly and say: “Yes. Totally.” Horner side eyed you, expecting an answer from you too, even if you were stuffing your face with strawberries. You nodded frantically, not wanting to talk with a full mouth.

Christian wasn’t quite convinced but decided to let it go and start talking about another topic.

“So, this area is actually… “

The horse next to you was sleepily swatting away flies while sunbathing. Horner had announced that everyone would be going on a guided ride through the area. You were divided up into groups of 10, to ensure safety.

‘Stella’ was the name stitched on the horse’s halter, she seemed like a calm, friendly mare.

You used to do horseback riding up until your racing career got more serious. You wanted to focus on one sport, but you had to admit that you missed it. While brushing your horse’s bay coat, you allowed yourself to glance over her withers. Max was standing there, looking confused. He had two brushes in his hands and seemed to not know which one to use first.

“The red one.” He looked startled and shot you a confused look. “What?”

“You need to use the red one first, to get out the rough dirt. After that the other one to get rid of the leftover dust.”, you then focused on the animal in front of you again. Max mumbled a quiet thanks before beginning to clean his particularly dirty horse.

Stella was standing still, waiting patiently. After helping some of your team members tack up and get on their horses, you yourself mounted your horse.

The bison-looking ranger guided your group out of the camp and onto a beautiful trail. You passed a broad meadow like landscape, watching some majestic elks quenching their thirst at a river which crawls trough the valley like a big, ice-blue snake. The rustling of dry grass beneath your horses’ feet was accompanied by a gently blowing wind. Multiple people in your group were deeply enveloped in idle chit chat, talking about how they wish their kids were here, or how the landscape is beautiful, or about having to call the dentist.

You risked a look to your right and saw Max staring off into the distance. His reins were way too loose, and his feet were too far in the stirrups, but he seemed at peace.

The hard worker. The type to get stressed easily if their work isn't perfect. This was exactly who he was, he was his biggest critic. His shoulders are always tense, but now he looked fully relaxed, sitting loosely on the horse. A light wind played with a few strands that peeked out from under the helmet he was wearing.

Minding your own business, you averted your eyes and looked around the landscape, spotting a fox in the distance; It was playing in front of what looked like it's den. Cute, you thought.

Max had felt your eyes on him, so he turned his head to look at you, but you were spacing out while looking at the sloping hills. Now it was his turn to observe you; One of your hands was resting on you thigh, while the other was holding the reins with a certain confidence. Your cheeks were slightly reddened from the gentle wind and your body was moving in a comfortable rhythm together with the horse. When you kept your cocky comments to yourself, you were a decent person, he thought. The dutch quickly chased that thought away though, you were annoying.

Once you'd returned from the ride, you wanted to shower. Smelling like horses for the rest of the day wasn't exactly on your to-do list.

Warm water trickled down your body and it felt like the most wonderful massage. It had been quite a while since you've last ridden a horse and your muscles made sure to complain about that. It was surprisingly cold outside the camp; You must've caught a cold since you were sniffling every now and then.

The door to your cabin opened and Max stepped in. He could hear the shower running and rolled his eyes. He urgently wanted to shower, but of course you were occupying it. While absently scrolling through his phone, he prepared a polo shirt and some jeans he fished out of his suitcase.

The sound of steps made him turn his head. Your hair was still wet, the occasional drop landing on your grey shirt. "Just a little heads up, the water pressure is complete shit." Max nodded courtly before disappearing in the bathroom himself.

You drizzled a bit of salad dressing over your fresh, crisp salad on your plate. Once again you made your way over to Horner to sit down and eat. He was yapping about how much his 'old man bum' hurt. Max sat in front of him and was laughing at his pals antics. Max's expression soured a bit at the sight of you. Not a lot, but enough for the brit in front of him to notice. Christian didn't adress it, but instead started a conversation; "So, y/n I've noticed you seem experienced with horses. Why's that?" He was a sweet person, but you knew he didn't exactly care for your answer but wanted to ease the tension. After all it was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"So, i actually used to do horse riding when i was a kid..."