#UN Interview Preparation

[businessabroad]

Before Passing Your Interview at the United Nations #15

The Final Countdown: Pre-Interview Prep for the UN

As your United Nations interview approaches, the preparation you do now can set you apart from the competition. Our latest video, "Before Passing Your Interview at the United Nations," offers a treasure trove of preparation tactics that go beyond the basics.

Discover the nuances of UN interviews, how to showcase your experiences in sync with the UN's goals, and the pivotal steps to take as your interview day looms. It’s not just about answering questions; it’s about embodying the principles that the UN stands for.

Get ready to enter your UN interview with poise and preparation on your side.

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[tenlee-tv]

ten lee mujin announced the week of my 1 year wayversary they did it for me guys 😇

[purplepink-blueberry]

is my school hard or am i just leaving everything to the end of the semester which is now?

[coolemmasulivan2]

My Champion

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

Summary: A kiss on TV, after Barça’s victory!

Word count: 1335

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

The final whistle blew, and you couldn’t help but jump out of your seat. Barça had just won the Supercopa de España against Real Madrid. The stadium in Jeddah erupted in cheers, and your heart felt like it might burst with pride.

This wasn’t just any match for you. It was the first one you attended as Pedri’s girlfriend. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him on the pitch, celebrating with his team. He had played so well, and all you wanted to do was run onto the field and tell him how proud you were.

But that was out of the question. You were here for work, not as Pedri’s girlfriend. As a journalist, it wouldn’t be very professional to run onto the pitch, no matter how much you wanted to.

Still, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked so happy, holding the trophy and grinning with his teammates. You held onto your press badge, reminding yourself to stay focused. Even though you couldn’t celebrate with him right now, you knew you’d get your moment later.

"So, you’re going to interview Raphinha and then maybe Balde, okay?" Your coworker’s voice crackled through the earpiece.

You nodded, even though they couldn’t see you. "Yes. Okay!" You replied, keeping your voice steady.

Everything was set. The mic was firm in your grip, and the camera stood ready in front of you and the buzz of the stadium hummed in the background.

Raphinha stepped forward, his jersey still damp from the match, a wide grin stretched across his face. You held the mic steady and met his gaze with a professional smile.

"¡Raphinha, felicidades por la victoria! How does it feel to take home the Supercopa after such a thrilling match?" (Raphinha, congratulations on the win!)

He laughed, his excitement almost tangible. "It feels incredible! We knew it would be tough, but the team gave everything, and moments like this make it all worth it."

As he spoke, you nodded, keeping your attention on him, but you couldn’t ignore the pull of your peripheral vision. Pedri was standing a few meters away, surrounded by teammates, but you could feel his gaze drifting toward you. Each time you glanced his way—brief, fleeting—he was already looking.

But you stayed composed, your focus fixed on Raphinha. "You mentioned how tough the match was. What do you think made the difference tonight?"

"The second goal, for sure. The penalty!" He said. "After that, it just gave us the energy that we needed. The fans were incredible too. They gave us so much support."

"It was a great performance." You replied with a smile. "Congratulations again!”

"Gracias!" Raphinha said, flashing another grin before heading back toward the group.

As he walked off, Alejandro Balde approached, his wide grin practically mirrored the gleam of the Supercopa trophy behind him. You greeted him with the same warm, professional tone you’d used all night, lifting the mic slightly.

"Alejandro, congratulations on the big win! What does it mean to you to lift this trophy with the team tonight?"

He chuckled, his excitement contagious. "Honestamente, es irreal. I’ve dreamed about moments like this since I was a kid... I’m just so grateful to be part of this team." (Honestly, it’s unreal.)

You nodded, smiling as you prepared your next question, but before you could get the words out, you heard quick footsteps behind you.

"Perdón!" A familiar voice interrupted, and before you could turn fully, Pedri was there, standing between you and Balde. "Un segundo, hermano." Pedri said, glancing apologetically at Balde, who looked surprised but amused, trying not to laugh. (One second, hermano.)

You barely had time to process what was happening before Pedri cupped your face with both hands and kissed you. Right there, in front of the camera, the crowd, and the entire world watching at home.

Gasps rippled through the nearby press and staff, followed by cheers and whistles from his teammates in the background and from the public. For a second, your mind blanked, caught somewhere between shock and the warmth of his lips on yours.

When he pulled back, his eyes locked with yours, his expression soft and unbothered by the scene he’d just caused. "Lo siento, guapa." He said with a small, unapologetic smile. "I couldn’t help it." He said casually, jogging back toward his teammates, who greeted him with cheers and teasing shouts.

Your face burned as you looked back at Balde, who was clearly enjoying every second of the chaos. "Should I still answer, or do we need to cut?" He teased, barely containing his laughter.

Taking a steadying breath, you lifted the mic again, forcing yourself to stay professional. "I--wh--Let’s try that again." You said as the camera was still rolling.

The buzz of the post-match chaos had finally started to die down. Interviews were done, the cameras were off, and the crew was packing up. The Supercopa celebrations, however, were still in full swing on the pitch as players laughed and posed for photos with their families.

You stepped onto the field, the grass soft under your shoes, and scanned the crowd. It didn’t take long to spot him. Pedri was chatting animatedly with his family, his smile was wide and his hair still damp.

As you approached, you couldn’t help but smile. His mom noticed you first, her face lighting up as she waved. "There you are!" She called warmly, as if she’d been waiting for you.

Pedri turned at her voice, his eyes finding yours immediately. His grin softened into something sweeter, and he looked at you like you were the only person on the pitch.

When you reached him, you playfully swatted his arm. "¿De verdad, Pedri?" (Really, Pedri?)

"¿Qué?" He asked, his voice innocent but his expression anything but. (What?)

"You know what!" You shot back, crossing your arms. "What was that back there? You kissed me on national TV! During an interview!"

His family chuckled nearby, clearly amused by the exchange, but Pedri just shrugged, his smile turning sheepish. "I couldn’t help it." He said simply, his voice so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip.

"Couldn’t help it?"

He nodded, stepping a little closer, his free hand brushing yours. "You looked so focused, doing your job... and you were amazing, by the way." His smile grew a little shy as he added: "I don’t know--I just had to."

Before you could retort, his mom spoke up. "Come on, you two, picture time!" She held up her phone, gesturing for both of you to join the family.

"Oh, no, no way." You said, stepping back. "I’ve already had enough attention tonight."

But Pedri reached for your hand, gently tugging you forward. "Come on. They want you in the photo."

"Listen to him!" his mom chimed in, smiling warmly at you. "Eres parte de la familia." (You’re part of the family.)

That made your heart swell, and you couldn’t argue with her sincerity. With a quiet laugh, you let Pedri pull you closer. His mom positioned everyone, and his brother cracked a joke, making you all laugh as the first photo was taken.

Then, just as his mom was about to snap another, Pedri leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You froze, your face warming as the camera clicked, but when you turned to him, he was already grinning.

"Pedri!" You whispered, trying to sound scandalized but unable to hide the laughter in your voice.

"What?" He teased, slipping an arm around your waist. "I’m just making it memorable."

His mom laughed, shaking her head fondly as she looked at the photo. "Perfect." She said, holding up the phone. "This one’s going in a frame."

You shook your head, but the warmth in your chest didn’t fade. Pedri looked at you and squeezed your hand lightly. "¡Te quiero!" He murmured. (I love you!)

And in that moment, surrounded by his family and his quiet confidence, you believed him. "I love you too."

[purinfelix]

FELLOW FRANCO LOVERS RISE!!

Ok I’m not good at making requests but I think it would be cute if one of the interviewers wears an Argentina jersey and Franco is blushing and yapping in the media pen (and then he posts about it a million times like his handshake w Lewis)

good journalism ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ - franco colapinto

a/n: YES FRANCO LOVERS JOIN MEE i honestly love writing fics for this flirty little shit pls send more requests like this one eee it was so cute w/c: 922

It's all for the sake of good journalism.

At least, that's what you kept telling yourself - and all the other interviewers who were questioning why you were sporting an Argentina kit to a race that was being held in Singapore. Watching, buried in a hoard of other photographers and journalists, the race drew to a close and suddenly the crowd around you sprung into action. As drivers started trickling in, with tired expressions - some happy, others not, you resigned yourself to waiting. It was pretty clear you were only here for one.

He spots you as soon as he enters the media area, even though you're concealed by about a dozen other people. You watch as his eyes light up at the sight of the familiar blue and white fabric and he beelines towards you, ignoring the sound of others calling his name.

"Hello," he says, breathlessly with a beaming smile - you chalk the flush in his cheeks up to having just finished a race.

"Hi!" you spring immediately into interview mode, listing off question after question about the race. He answers them all as earnestly as he can, and the entire time you're watching him with an awe-struck look. The clamour and sound of camera flashes around you are drowned out as the two of you talk, and before you realise it you've forgotten you're conducting an interview and not just having a conversation.

"Well that's all the questions I had prepared, good job out there today, you did amazing!" you say, fully aware that you're gushing at this point but you're relieved when he offers you an earnest smile.

"Nice shirt," he points out, and you realise suddenly how keen he is to keep talking. You laugh, a little shy at being so openly acknowledged.

"I knew you'd like it!"

"Who's on the back?" he asks curiously and you turn around to show him, "Ah, Lionel of course, a woman after my own heart." You chuckle softly as he places a hand over his chest. There's a beat of silence when you honestly think he's about to leave but then he leans in a little closer.

"Blue looks good on you, maybe a Williams shirt next time?" He says it so casually it takes you a while to take in what he's saying - and to realise how boldly he's flirting with you.

"Ah," you let out, though it's more of a gasp than words, "I'll have to talk to your merch department about that."

"I'll be waiting," he beams, giving you a sly little nod before disappearing back into his garage. It's only once he's gone do you realise how sore your cheeks are from smiling non-stop. Letting out a shaky breath, slightly overwhelmed by how well that interaction went, you turn around to snake your way back through the crowd. You try to avoid eye contact with anyone but the other camerapeople only smile at you knowingly, and you can only hope some of them got good enough photos for you to remember this moment by.

It's only once you get back to your hotel room and open up your phone do you realise just how many pictures had been taken of the two of you - and how many of them were far better than 'good enough'. In one the two of you are deep in conversation, your brows furrowed in a frankly un-flattering way, him as perfect as ever. In another, you're both laughing, about what you're not entirely sure, but just looking at the photo makes your heart flutter. Your favourite by far though, is one where you're looking down at your notebook trying desperately to remember the questions you had wanted to ask him. There's a childish pout at your lips that you cringe at - but what makes it your favourite is the look on Franco's face as he watches you, cheeks flushed as his lips curl subtly at the corners.

You don't seem to be alone in this opinion either - at least, that's what you've deduced from the half a dozen times Franco has posted it. Clicking through his stories, you're taken aback by the fact that he posted more about your interaction than him scoring points - the photo of the two of you even becomes the cover of his post dedicated to the weekend. Looking at the post you're not even bothered by the hundreds and hundreds of comments speculating what's going on between you two. Instead, your attention is captured by the caption he's added to it - "A race weekend to remember, for more reasons than one."

It's a little corny, and you let out a soft chuckle as you scroll through the rest of his page shamelessly, though you're sure not to like any of his posts for fear of letting on too much. The two of you spoke once, and if you're being completely honest you're a little embarrassed to still be thinking about him at this moment.

Just as you're about to set your phone down though, it chimes with. a notification that makes your eyes widen - a follow request from none other than the man of the hour. The rational part of you begins questioning how he managed to find your profile or the professional concerns of a journalist and driver following each other. These concerns however do little to slow you down as you race to hit accept because at that moment the only thing you can think about is one thing - that he's thinking of you too.

[ffxivtranslations]

Why did Haurchefant have to die? Interview Translation

I translated part of an interview with Yoshi-P and the two main scenario writers of HW, Ishikawa and Oda. It's about Haurchefant's character arc and why he had to be sacrificed. At least Oda tried to save him, bless his heart!

Interviewer: In 2.x, Haurchefant appeared to be a cheerful character, but in 3.0 his role takes a serious turn. What was the reason for this change?

Ishikawa: In the 2.x series I was in charge of his dialogue as the Character Concept designer, but in 2.55 I felt I had properly written down his important points and position in society, so I could hand him over to Oda and Maehiro for 3.0. Because of this I don’t think anything changed about him from the start; how he cares about his friend, or his essence as a knight.

Oda: I agonised over Haurchefant’s fate right until the very end… over and over I suggested plots in which he might somehow survive.

Yoshi-P: Those plots were too contrived; I couldn’t approve them! LOL In depicting this war between humans and dragons, I thought it was wrong to only have the dragons’ side experience loss after loss and not have the humans make any sacrifices. So that’s why I told them to properly decide the fate of every character. The fate of every character should have been decided early in the development phase of Patch 2.3. So Haurchefant’s fate was decided by then too, right?

Oda: Yes, that’s right. That’s why in Patch 2.4 and 2.5, when I wrote all his un-voiced lines, I was already doing so conscious of the fact that he would die later on.

Yoshi-P: Haurchefant is a character that is not just loved by players, but also loved by the development team. But since we decided on the plot twist where he would become the Warrior of Light's shield, we were prepared for the worst. Because of that we were able to write the Patch 2.5 scene, in the Falling Snows, where he reaches out to the Warrior of Light in his time of need. I think that such a long build-up led to the deep emotional impact of Haurchefant’s final moments. In that way, I think the deciding his fate early on was connected to how much importance he had to the story.

Oda: However, seeing how warmly players reacted to him, I feared that having Haurchefant lose his life would cause some players to quit the game forever, and fought desperately against it to the end…

Yoshi-P: He kept giving me re-takes of the plot where Haurchefant is able to come back to life, and eventually I remember getting quite mad at him. At one point, the 3.0 ending ceremony scene had Haurchefant appear in a wheelchair and I yelled “Hey, isn’t that the same as Thancred in ARR?!”. I’m pretty sure I shouted at him LOL

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera: Netflix S7

hellooo beautiful people, how are you? hope you like the episode, comment if you want to be in the taglist

The episode kicks off with a chaotic scene at a Monaco supermarket. You, Charles, and Joris are pushing a cart down the aisles, filling it with essentials (and, in Charles’ case, a ridiculous amount of pasta and cheese).

"Charles, on a littéralement une cuisine pleine de pâtes," you say, eyeing the groceries. (Charles, we literally have a kitchen full of pasta.)

"C'est une semaine importante, je dois manger correctement!" Charles defends, tossing another pack into the cart. (It’s an important week, I need to eat properly!)

Joris smirks, glancing at the overstuffed cart. "Correctement ou comme un homme qui se prépare à l'hibernation?" (Properly or like a man preparing for hibernation?)

Cut to the checkout line. Charles confidently inserts his credit card into the machine, only for the machine to beep. Declined.

Silence.

You and Joris exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

"Leclerc, multimillionaire Ferrari driver, can't pay for his own groceries!" you tease, pulling out your own card. "Sérieusement, c’est quoi ce bordel?" (Seriously, what the hell is this?)

Charles groans, rubbing his temples. "C'est la banque, ils bloquent parfois ma carte quand j'achète trop à Monaco." (It’s the bank, they sometimes block my card when I buy too much in Monaco.)

Joris leans in. "Ou peut-être qu'ils savent que tu dépenses trop." (Or maybe they know you spend too much.)

The cashier chuckles as you hand over your card. "T’inquiète pas, Charlie, je t’enverrai la facture." (Don’t worry, Charlie, I’ll send you the bill.)

Charles rolls his eyes as you and Joris high-five.

Then the episode shows old footage: a young Charles, Y/N and Arthur Leclerc, karting together on a track. Their father, Hervé Leclerc, stands by, smiling. His voice, captured in an old interview, echoes through the scene.

"Ils ont toujours été rapides, mais Y/N aussi. Ils ont la course dans le sang." (They have always been fast, but Y/N too. They have racing in their blood.)

Charles, Yn and their childhood friends are on his yacht.

You and Alexandra are lounging on the deck, sunglasses on, watching the guys fool around and dare each other to jump into the water in the most ridiculous ways possible.

Riccardo stands on the railing. "Cinq euros si je saute en faisant un backflip." (Five euros if I jump with a backflip.)

Charles leans back. "Je te paie dix si tu rates et tombes comme un idiot." (I’ll pay you ten if you fail and fall like an idiot.)

Alex turns to you, shaking her head. "Ils n'ont pas changé depuis l'école, hein?" (They haven’t changed since school, huh?)

You smirk. "Pas du tout. Juste plus d'argent pour faire des conneries." (Not at all. Just more money to do dumb things.)

Riccardo jumps—flailing, belly-flopping straight into the water. The entire yacht erupts in laughter.

Charles claps dramatically. "Dix euros pour la pire tentative de l’histoire." (Ten euros for the worst attempt in history.)

Hugo and Nico grab Riccardo’s towel and refuse to give it back, leaving him shivering.

It’s midweek, and tradition dictates one thing: Charles gets his pre-Monaco GP haircut from Pascale, your maman.

The scene opens inside Charles’ Monaco apartment. He’s seated on a chair, cape around his shoulders, while Pascale meticulously trims his hair. You, meanwhile, are on the floor with Léo, Charles and Alexandra’s tiny dachshund, rubbing his belly.

Alexandra sits beside you, scrolling on her phone as you gossip.

Léo suddenly jumps onto Charles' lap, causing Pascale to huff. "Léo, arrête! Il va finir avec une coupe asymétrique!" (Léo, stop! He’s going to end up with an uneven cut!)

You and Alex burst into laughter as Charles tries to hold Léo still.

Then the episode shows all the Leclerc siblings—Lorenzo, Charles, Y/N, and Arthur—sit together on a Monaco rooftop terrace, sharing a meal.

Lorenzo pours the wine, acting like the responsible older brother he always is.

"C’est fou de penser que cette semaine, tu pourrais enfin gagner à Monaco," he tells Charles. (It’s crazy to think that this week, you could finally win in Monaco.)

Arthur smirks. "Ouais, ou bien il va encore maudire cette course." (Yeah, or he’s going to curse this race again.)

You laugh, nudging Charles. "Si tu maudis encore Monaco, je te déshérite." (If you curse Monaco again, I’m disowning you.)

Charles groans. "Pourquoi vous êtes toujours contre moi?" (Why are you always against me?)

Lorenzo chuckles. "On n’est pas contre toi, on est réalistes." (We’re not against you, we’re just realistic.)

Arthur raises his glass. "Allez, à la chance, parce que tu en auras besoin." (Cheers to luck, because you’re going to need it.)

Charles rolls his eyes but clinks his glass anyway. "À la famille." (To family.)

Then, Netflix transitions into dramatic music—because next comes the real test.

Cut to: Monaco, 2024. The weight of expectation hangs heavy over the weekend. Ferrari has given Charles a car capable of winning, but the question remains—can he finally break the Monaco curse?

"We were born eighteen minutes apart," you say in your Drive to Survive interview. "Charles has always been ahead. He was always ahead in karting… and now, he had the chance to be ahead of history too."

The Ferrari garage is suffocating with tension. You grip Arthur’s hand so tightly it’s cutting off his circulation, but he doesn't care. Your eyes are locked on the screen as Charles navigates the final laps of his home race.

Joris is beside you, pacing, muttering curses under his breath. Alexandra, Charles’ girlfriend, is clutching your arm so hard you think she might leave bruises.

"If something happens now, je jure que je casse tout." Arthur mutters. (I swear I’ll break everything.)

"He’s got this," you whisper, willing it to be true.

Then—the checkered flag.

Silence for a second. Then the Ferrari pit wall erupts. Engineers throw their headsets, people scream, and you—you can’t breathe.

"He did it," Joris says, stunned.

You don’t even think before sprinting towards the pit lane, pushing past Ferrari personnel until you see the monitors displaying the leaderboard: P1 – Charles Leclerc.

He won.

Charles steps out of his car to deafening cheers, his hands shaking as he pulls off his helmet. He looks around, eyes wide with disbelief, before covering his face with both hands.

Netflix cuts to the post-race interviews. Charles stands in front of the cameras, still breathless, the Monegasque flag draped over his shoulders. His voice wavers.

"The last laps… I was thinking about my dad," he says, swallowing hard. "It was our dream."

The camera zooms in as his eyes glisten under the harsh lights.

"The emotions started coming up two laps from the end, and I was struggling to see." He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking his head. "On the last lap, coming out of the tunnel, I couldn’t see anything. I was crying."

You watch from the sidelines, biting your lip to keep from crying yourself. Your mother, Pascale, stands beside you, eyes glassy with emotion.

"Il l’a fait, Maman," whispers Yn. (He did it, maman.)

She nods, voice thick. "Oui. Papa aurait été si fier." (Yes. Papa would have been so proud.)

Charles looks over, eyes finding yours, and in that moment, you know—this isn’t just his victory. It’s yours, Arthur’s, your maman’s. It’s your father’s.

The curse is broken.

Later that night, Monaco is drowning in red. Jimmy’z is packed and half the F1 grid is there

And Charles? Charles is absolutely wasted.

You lean against the bar, watching your twin brother stumble onto the dance floor, a massive Monegasque flag draped over his shoulders like a superhero cape.

Pierre, already tipsy, claps him on the back. "Le Prince de Monaco!" (The Prince of Monaco!)

"Arrête, il va plus passer les portes de Maranello à cause de son ego!" you joke, shaking your head. (Stop, he won’t fit through the doors at Maranello because of his ego!)

Charles, oblivious to everything, wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning like a madman.

"YN, j’ai gagné," he slurs, his voice thick with emotion. (YN, I won.)

Your heart clenches.

"Je sais, Charles," you whisper, reaching up to push a damp curl from his forehead. (I know, Charles.)

His green eyes shine under the club lights, and suddenly, the music, the people—it all fades away.

"Papa serait fier." (Papa would be proud.)

Charles nods slowly, pressing his forehead to yours for a second, then pulling away when Pierre drags him off for another shot.

Joris slides an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. "He did it."

You glance back at your twin, now dancing like an idiot in the middle of the club, his long-awaited victory finally sinking in.

"Yeah," you murmur, the weight of years lifting from your shoulders. "He did."

And then the credits roll.

Bonus: Singapore GP Dinner At a restaurant in Singapore, with a view of the Marina Bay, the Leclerc family is seated—except Pierre Gasly, who is late.

And tonight, Charles is not in a good mood.

He did badly in qualifying, and it’s written all over his face—arms crossed, jaw clenched, tapping his fork against his plate.

Arthur, already sensing his bad mood, leans over to Y/N and whispers:

"Il va exploser sur quelqu’un, c’est sûr." (He’s going to explode on someone, for sure.)

Y/N sighs, watching Charles angrily flip through the menu. "Ouais, et ce sera Pierre." (Yeah, and it’ll be Pierre.)

Charles? Already ordering the food.

Alexandra looks around. "Euh… on n’attend pas Pierre?" (Uh… aren’t we waiting for Pierre?)

Without even looking up from his phone, Charles answers "Non." (No.)

Arthur snorts. "Pierre est toujours en retard, on sait comment ça finit." (Pierre is always late, we know how this ends.)

Charles doesn’t even hesitate—he calls Pierre.

The camera zooms in on his phone screen:

📞 Calling: Pierre

Pierre picks up on the third ring.

"Ouais, Charlie?" (Yeah, Charlie?)

Charles doesn’t even say hi.

"T’ES OÙ?!" (WHERE ARE YOU?!) he answers angrily

Pierre pauses for a second, like he’s debating whether to lie. Then:

"J’arrive, j’arrive! Deux minutes!" (I’m coming, I’m coming! Two minutes!)

Charles rolls his eyes. "Ça fait vingt minutes que tu dis ça, Calamar." (You’ve been saying that for twenty minutes.)

Pierre laughs nervously. "Je suis littéralement en route." (I’m literally on my way.)

Charles, completely done: "Ouais, bah moi j’attends pas." (Yeah, well, I’m not waiting.)

And with that, he orders the starters.

Fifteen minutes later, the restaurant doors swing open.

Pierre walks in with Kika and his trainer. He immediately spots the table—and Charles, who is already drinking and eating.

Pierre’s face drops.

"T’AS PAS ATTENDU?!" (YOU DIDN’T WAIT?!)

Charles, completely unimpressed, takes another sip of his drink. "J’avais faim." (I was hungry.)

Pierre drops into the seat next to Y/N, still offended.

"T’avais faim ou t’étais juste énervé après ta qualif?" (Were you hungry, or were you just mad after quali?)

Silence.

Arthur snorts. "Il va te tuer." (He’s going to kill you.)

Charles sets down his glass. "Tu veux vraiment me parler de qualifications, Pierre?" (Do you really want to talk to me about qualifying, Pierre?)

Pierre raises his hands defensively. "Okay, okay! Pas besoin de m’agresser." (Okay, okay! No need to attack me.)

Pierre finally starts eating, still shaking his head.

"Tu sais, je suis vraiment blessé, Charlie. J’aurais attendu pour toi." (You know, I’m really hurt, Charlie. I would have waited for you.)

Charles raises an eyebrow. "C’est faux." (That’s false.)

Arthur, smirking, nods. "Mens encore." (Lie again.)

Pierre sighs dramatically, stabbing his fork into his food. "Vous êtes horribles." (You’re all horrible.)

The Netflix camera cuts to Charles, calmly chewing his food, absolutely ignoring Pierre’s whining.

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[mclarengf]

un rosso inconfondibile

attending a fashion show (and scoring yourself a date in the process)

[2.1k]

note: in the two week long process of writing this, i have moved into a flat, broken two of my actual nails, and rewatched all the monster high movies. sorry it took so long. <3. (lmk if u want a part two??? im kinda in love w this dynamic i would be so keen to write more x)

“i’m genuinely so thankful to be here, and i can’t wait to see what looks they have to show tonight,” you trail off with a smile and blow a kiss to the camera.

the interviewer seems pleased enough with your response, and thanks you for your time before getting ready for the next famous face on the ferrari-red carpet.

the paparazzi were ravenous, like they always were— camera flashes were going off every second, while questions, directions and compliments were called out to you.

“please, turn this way!”

“who are you most excited to see?”

“give us a little smile!”

“you look gorgeous tonight! who are you wearing?”

at the last question, you laugh and gesture down to your silky black outfit.

“now, why would we be at a ferrari fashion show and not be wearing ferrari?”

your reply garners some laughs from the mob of cameras, and the reporter thanks you for your time.

your publicist gestures for you to head towards the entrance of the venue, allowing you to finally step off the carpet and take a breath.

like you had said earlier, you’re insanely grateful to have been invited to watch ferrari’s newest collection walk down the runway, but the sheer amount of pr you had to do before each of these shows… it could honestly bring about an early grave, you thought.

just as you were about to recollect your thoughts and continue to the door, your dress was tugged back suddenly.

you turned to see who had stepped on your train and found a man crouched down, trying to examine for any damage.

“i’m so sorry,” he said, smoothing out the fabric, seemingly pleased with the quality of it after his mishap.

“i was not looking where i was going. it’s a bad habit of mine, really…”

he had a strong accent- french, maybe— something european, at least. 

“don’t worry about it,” you assured him, “i’m sure no one will notice.”

now standing, he reached out, holding his hand out. you took it, and he bowed his head to kiss it gently, making his introduction to you.

“i’m charles.”

in return, you told charles your name, and that it was very nice to meet him, but your publicist was looking quite displeased with you by the door, where you were meant to be a whole minute ago.

he raised his eyebrows, amused by your story, and followed your gaze to where there was, indeed, a stern looking woman waving you over.

“i’ll see you around, then.”

charles nodded by way of a goodbye and let you leave, chuckling as you made hurried steps towards the entrance. 

your publicist frowned as you came closer, worriedly typing something out on her phone.

“come on, love, you were meant to be in there ages ago! they need to get more photos inside, and you have…” she pulled up her email and checked something quickly, “you have two interviews for ferrari’s social media, and for vogue france.”

“you worry too much,” you replied, shooting a smile at her, “it’s okay, i know what to do. we’ve been here hundred of times before, remember?”

she seemed to calm down a bit after your reassurance, but that did nothing to stop her from giving you a nudge to go inside.

you took some more deep breaths before you walked in, preparing for another round of photo ops.

at least these photographers didn’t yell.

“could we get one of you facing left, please?”

“perfect, and just another with your head turned!”

you weren’t really listening, just letting your body follow their instructions loosely.

just as you were getting into a rhythm with it, the instructions stopped coming. instead, the photographers were focussed on someone who was coming around the corner towards you.

“charles!”

ah. 

you narrowed your eyes at him as he came closer. he was walking with a cocky sort of swagger, but who wouldn’t, you supposed, with all those cameras following him.

“we meet again,” he smiled widely.

“and so soon, too,” you added before you were interrupted by the photographers asking to get a photo of the two of you together.

you both forwent verbal answers, and instead positioned yourselves to be photographed— his arm came up to your waist, and yours behind his back.

“you’re a pretty big deal, huh,” you took the opportunity to ask, in between looking into different camera lenses with him.

he laughed, causing a rapid flurry of camera clicks as he did so.

“i suppose you could say that.”

you opened your mouth to reply, but was cut off by a shout, “please, charles, now by yourself!”

…maybe these guys did yell.

you shot a ‘what can you do’ look to charles as you left the spotlight, taking the photographer’s plea as a rightful cue to leave.

he held his hands together and mouthed a ‘sorry!’ quickly, before turning back to the horde and flashing them a brilliant smile. 

jesus— he could be a toothpaste model or something. 

you made it through your two social media interviews with no hiccups, though the vogue correspondent did ask you the nature of your relationship with charles, as, “you two seemed quite friendly earlier!”

you’d laughed it off and told her the truth, though for some reason, she didn’t seem too convinced.

a loud voice echoed around the room, telling everyone, “ladies, and gentlemen, signore e signori, if you could please take your seats.”

you found yours with ease, being seated in the front row, almost halfway down the runway, to the left of some magazine editor you honestly hadn’t heard of.

you started up a conversation with her about the current fashion season, and what trends she was predicting would hit the mainstream soon. 

you were discussing animal print when a figure sat down into the seat on your left. they felt familiar before you even turned around, and you somehow weren’t surprised to see charles grinning sheepishly at you.

“life is funny how it works, no?” 

you rolled your eyes and excused yourself, turning back to the editor, only to find she was engrossed in a conversation with her other neighbour. resigned, you faced charles again. 

“are you stalking me?” you questioned him.

he understood your sarcasm and laughed, holding his hands up in innocence.

“of course not. it just seems the world wants us to be together.”

he let the words sink in for a moment, then realised his mistake.

“no, i- i didn’t mean together like that, you know? i just meant- erm…”

you try not to laugh at his attempt to explain himself, and place a hand on his knee to stop him from bumbling.

“so how’d you get invited? are you a model or something?” you decided to ask, the question having been on your mind for a while.

he smiled, like he knew something you didn’t, and shook his head.

“nothing like that. i… work with ferrari.”

your lips formed an ‘oh’ of understanding as he kept talking.

“i usually do not come to these things, but i was in town.”

the lights dimmed, ending your conversation before you could reply, but as you turned your attention towards the runway, you felt charles shift towards you and whisper, “i am happy i decided to come. i am here with you,” before moving back as if nothing had happened.

was he flirting with you?

you smiled to yourself, allowing yourself a selfish moment of pride before taking your phone out and recording a video of the first model.

charles didn’t bother you too much for the rest of the show, only leaning over every now and again to share his thoughts on whichever outfit was being walked down the runway. you found yourself agreeing with many of his opinions, and he would smile whenever you told him so.

focussing back on a gorgeous denim set walking past, you caught him in the corner of your eye nodding his head slightly to the music, then pursing his lips and leaning towards you again.

“you look beautiful, by the way,” he murmured softly, “i don’t know what you look like when you’re not at fashion shows, but i’m sure it’s beautiful too.”

oh, he was definitely flirting.

another model walked past, and you took the opportunity to lean over and whisper back in his ear, “i can’t lie and say you’re not pretty handsome too.” 

a slight flush covered his cheeks, though you couldn’t say definitively that it wasn’t because of the scarlet dress strutting past at the moment. then, he was quiet for a while, and you worried you had upset him somehow. 

your fears were alleviated when you felt his body move closer once more. 

“i think we should have a dinner together.”

you turned your head to look at charles in the eyes, to gauge if he was being serious or not. 

he looked serious about it, albeit there was a cheeky smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 

with the way he was looking at you so intently, how could you not say yes?

“i’m free tonight, if you are too.”

a smile finally broke out on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. 

“if you let me rush back to my hotel and change after this, you can pick me up at…” you checked the time on your phone quickly, “nine?”

at his insistence, you scribbled down your number onto a scrap piece of paper you'd found in your purse, making him promise to call when he arrived at your hotel. he replied by pressing the paper to his lips, closing his eyes as he kissed it, then tucking it away in a pocket, returning both of your attentions to the runway, though he was sitting much closer to you than he had been before.

the rest of the show seemed to pass twice as quickly, the idea of your date with the handsome man next to you occupying most of your thoughts, although a few pieces you had eyed up on the runway were also on your mind, making you wonder if you could add them to your personal wardrobe afterwards. 

after rocco iannone came out from backstage and thanked everyone for coming, the house lights came on, and a gentle chatter filled the room as the audience bid their goodbyes to each other at the end of the show.

charles offered you his arm, helping you up. no doubt the paparazzi would have a field day with those pictures. you could practically picture the second-rate gossip magazine headlines already.

the two of you navigated your way to the doors, hand in arm the whole way. you exchanged thoughts on the show to each other, telling the other which clothes really caught your attention, or which model surely had a great career ahead of them.

recognising your publicist from earlier, charles dropped you off in front of her, introducing himself when she said hello. 

“we’re going to dinner after this,” you mentioned to her, “so after we get back to the hotel, you can have a well-deserved night off, yeah?”

she waved you off jokingly and, after glancing down at her phone, told you your driver would be pulling up about now.

“i’ll call you when i am there to pick you up, chérie.” charles stepped away from you, kissing your hand again before disappearing into the crowd, presumably to find his team. 

“he’s very charming~” your publicist nudged your shoulder, teasing you. 

you rolled your eyes at her antics and took your arm in hers, leading the both of you outside to find the car.

—

you settled into the rented sprinter van and rested your head on your hand, watching the lights of the city zoom past your window as you drove down the streets of milan.

you snapped out of it when you heard your publicist calling your name. you’d missed what she’d said, so you were left staring at her as she pushed her phone into your face.

it took a second to focus on the bright screen suddenly in your vision. 

what you saw was a photo of charles and you from earlier in the night on vogue italia. 

in the caption, though, was a description of your job and his. 

‘charles leclerc, pilota di formula uno per la scuderia ferrari.’

scuderia ferrari formula one driver. 

his words from before suddenly echoed in your head and you caught yourself grinning at the realisation. you’d assumed he was just a corporate employee, but no— he was one of two drivers upholding the entire ferrari legacy in formula one right now. 

somehow, you were even more excited for your dinner now, and if nothing came of the date, you could at least go home to your friends and laugh about the first time you’d met a formula one driver. biting back another smile, you were already picturing your wardrobe at the hotel, mentally picking out what you should wear. 

[cranberrymoons]

re your tags on that poll about asking the writers about buddie things: i'm so mentally (un-)prepared for ryan to be interviewed post buddie canon and just go "oh yeah, tim minear called me up and was like, if i write a role for you for this firefighter show, would you be okay with playing a queer repressed vet with an estranged wife who is single parenting his kid with CP and then ends up becoming best friends with the dog-coded himbo firefighter who is also his best friend in some slow burn romance? and of course i said yes, because i relate to that so much. no i won't elaborate. in other news, oli..."

you know what I think. well first of all yes. same. but I also think he will still call them brothers in that interview. he will wax poetic nonsense about the intimacy of male friendship and the beautiful energy that has always flowed between them and how they really worked hard over the years to channel that into the bond between buck and eddie. and the interviewer (understandably confused) will say well, but they're more than friends, aren't they? now. and he will smile and say :) they are what they've always been. and then oliver will chime in with that thing he said one time about how the chemistry between them on-screen is just how they are naturally with each other. and will not acknowledge that this is a fucking insane thing to say about your coworker.

[xvmgnhao]

Hey, I wanted to ask for a story about the 7th member of Katseye. She is two years older than Manon and Sophia and was the oldest member of Dream Academy. She is Latina (if possible, Brazilian). She was a trainee at Hybe when she was younger and then ended up dropping out because of her age and lack of opportunities and decided to go to college in L.A. I heard from a former staff member about Dream Academy and signed up. I wanted her to be best friends with Manon or Sophia and start to feel something for Daniela, but it would be weird because Daniela is straight, but one of the girls likes her and she doesn't realize it.

(sorry for my English, if there is any confusion, I personally blame the translator 🥲)

A/N: Hey!! Your English was great no worries!! This is an awesome request. I really loved writing it and working through it!

After Her

Not her laugh. Not her eyes. Not her voice.

It was how she looped the laces once, held them tight, double-knotted like she was preparing for battle. It was stupid. It meant nothing. But I noticed it one day and then I couldn’t un-notice anything else.

How she hummed to herself when she thought no one was listening.

How she danced like the music was part of her skin.

How she took care of everyone, including me, without even realizing it.

It hit me slow. Like fog rolling in.

And then suddenly I was drowning.

I tried to ignore it. I really did. Because she was straight. Because we were friends. Because I was older and should’ve known better. But the thing about feelings is they don’t give a damn about timing or logic or what makes sense.

They just come.

I kept quiet for months. Smiled through it. Said things like “you’re glowing today” and meant every word of it, even though it felt like setting myself on fire just to keep her warm.

And then one night I broke.

We were walking back from rehearsal, just the two of us. Everyone else had gone ahead, but she stayed behind with me because she said I looked tired. I didn’t. I just looked sad.

She nudged my arm, playful. “What’s got you in your head again, Isa?”

I stopped walking. So did she.

And before I could think, before I could lie, I just said it.

“I like you.”

Her eyes went wide, then soft.

“I’m sorry,” I added, fast. “I know you don’t feel the same. I just… I couldn’t keep pretending.”

She didn’t speak for a moment. Just looked at me with this ache in her eyes I’ll never forget.

“Isa… I care about you so much. But not like that. I’m straight. I’m sorry.”

She said it gently, like she was holding my heart in her hands and trying not to drop it, but it still hit the floor.

I nodded like it didn’t matter. “No, yeah. Totally. I just needed to say it.”

And I walked away before she could say anything else.

That night I cried in the shower. The kind of crying you can’t even breathe through.

The kind where your chest caves in and you don’t know if it’s grief or shame or just finally letting go of the thing you never really had.

For the next week, I barely spoke. I smiled in interviews, nailed choreography, sang my parts, but inside I felt hollow. Daniela tried to act normal, like nothing had changed, but it had. I could feel the distance growing like a wall between us, and I knew I’d built it myself.

That’s when Sophia started noticing.

She always had this quiet way of watching people. Not in a creepy way, just… she saw things. Little things.

One night I was sitting on the balcony outside the dorms, hoodie pulled over my head, pretending I was fine. She slid next to me, handed me a mug of warm tea, and said nothing for a long time.

Then softly, “You’re good at hiding pain. But I’m better at recognizing it.”

I didn’t reply.

She tilted her head, watching me. “Was it Daniela?”

I flinched. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does.”

I shook my head. “She’s straight. She let me down easy. The rest is on me.”

Sophia stared at me for a second, like she wanted to say something but didn’t. Instead, she just scooted closer, our knees touching.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said quietly. “Loving someone isn’t wrong. Even if they can’t love you back.”

I looked at her then. Really looked at her. The softness in her eyes. The warmth in her voice. The way she never made me feel small.

And something shifted.

Not love. Not yet.

But something.

Over the next few weeks, she kept showing up. Sitting next to me during practice breaks. Staying behind after dance rehearsals just to stretch and talk. Letting me fall apart in pieces and never once acting like it was too much.

Then one night, she found me curled up on the couch, staring at my phone like it might make me feel less alone.

“You still miss her,” Sophia said softly.

I nodded. “I wish I didn’t.”

She sat beside me, knees folded, eyes locked on mine.

“You know what hurts the most?” I whispered. “It’s not that she said no. It’s that I don’t know how to turn it off. I don’t know how to stop wanting something I’ll never get.”

Sophia’s voice broke a little. “I wish you wanted me instead.”

My heart stuttered.

“Soph…”

She looked down, embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No,” I said quickly. “No, it’s okay. I just… I didn’t know.”

Her laugh was soft and sad. “No one ever does. You and Daniela were so loud. Your pain filled every room. And I was just… there. Wanting you quietly.”

Tears prickled at my eyes again, fresh ones, different ones.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She looked back at me, and there was something in her gaze I didn’t expect. Not just sadness. Hope.

“You didn’t,” she said. “But if there’s ever a moment… even just one second… where you look at me the way you used to look at her—just let me know. I’ll be here.”

I didn’t kiss her.

But I leaned into her. Laid my head on her shoulder. And she held my hand like she wasn’t afraid of the broken pieces.

I think that’s the first time I realized I could be loved gently. That maybe healing didn’t have to be loud or dramatic. Maybe it could start like this.

Quiet.

Safe.

After her.

[businessabroad]

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[lazysoulwriter]

No In-Between - Paul Mescal.

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, casting golden hues over the wooden floor and the mess of pillows and blankets scattered around. You lay on your back, arms stretched above your head, staring at the ceiling with a lazy smile. Paul was beside you, propped up on one elbow, tracing slow patterns over the fabric of your oversized hoodie—his hoodie, really, but you had stolen it so long ago that it was basically yours now.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar Irish lilt that always made your stomach flutter.

You turned your head to look at him, the golden light catching in his eyes, making them look impossibly warm. “Nothing important,” you replied, but the truth was, your mind had been a whirlwind of thoughts about him. About you. About this strange, wonderful thing that had been happening between you both.

Friendship had always been the foundation. From childhood, you and Paul had been inseparable. The media loved to romanticize your relationship, painting you as the ever-present best friend, the girl always by his side at premieres, at interviews, in candid paparazzi shots of him grabbing coffee or going for a run. You had laughed about it so many times, scrolling through online articles where people speculated about your status.

For the longest time, you had denied that there was anything more. It had been easy to, back then. But somewhere along the way, the lines had blurred. A drunken kiss at a party had turned into stolen moments behind closed doors. Touches that lingered too long, glances that spoke of something deeper. You weren’t just friends anymore, and you weren’t entirely lovers either. It was something in between. Something you didn’t have a name for.

But you knew, deep down, that it was love. It had always been love.

Paul sighed, rolling onto his back, mirroring your position. His hand found yours between the folds of the blanket, fingers lazily playing with yours. “You’re quiet today,” he observed.

You smiled, turning your head toward him again. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you considered whether to say it. It was a joke, really. A casual, offhand remark that could be shrugged off if necessary. But the words burned on your tongue, demanding to be spoken.

“If it were up to you,” you began, your voice light, teasing, “we’d be dating already.”

For a second, silence stretched between you. You almost regretted saying it, your body tensing as you prepared to laugh it off. But then Paul exhaled a quiet chuckle, shifting onto his side to face you fully.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “We would.”

Your breath hitched. You had expected deflection, teasing, maybe even an awkward change of subject. But he had said it so naturally, so easily, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You swallowed, your fingers still intertwined with his. “Oh.”

Paul smiled, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand. “Surprised?”

“A little,” you admitted. “I mean, I didn’t think—I didn’t know you actually wanted that.”

He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Are you serious? Christ, I thought I was being obvious.”

Your brows furrowed, your mind racing through the past few months. The way he kissed you like you were something precious. The way he touched you as if memorizing every inch of you. The way he looked at you, like he was seeing his whole world in front of him.

It had been obvious. You had just been too afraid to believe it.

“So...” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. “What now?”

Paul shifted closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin with the gentlest touch. “That depends,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “Do you want it too?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

A slow, breathtaking smile spread across his lips, and before you could say anything else, he was kissing you. It wasn’t hurried or frantic; it was soft, deep, full of the unspoken feelings that had been simmering between you for so long. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m tired of pretending.”

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers tightening around his. “Me too.”

Paul grinned, pressing another kiss to your lips, and in that moment, you knew. There had never been an in-between. There had only ever been this, pulling you toward each other all along.

[miyakuli]

Some infos from the live interview with the creators of Belfort and Lupin

The chara design for Belfort and Lupin changed a lot and came from many different inspirations. Belfort was supposed to be more brown with a blue collar but it looked a bit too much like Lady from the Lady & the Tramp (which inspired his curly design) so they changed the color tone of his fur and collar. Lupin was supposed to be a dog raised by the servants at first but once again, it was too close to Tramp from Disney xD (B&L being Lady & the Tramp literally lol) so they went for a wolf and for his design there are many inspiration like the movie Balto or even Beastars with Legoshi.

Disney inspired them a lot actually. They took the idea of the relationship with B&L with The Aristocats mostly, but also Kuzco for the humor & of course, Lady and the Tramp for some designs. Also Tanne & Ponne, the sisters, are also inspired by Cinderella's stepsisters ;) there is even a scene in one episode (La Glacière) that was inspired by The Lion King (wildebeests scene)

The idea to put some historical anecdotes at the end of the episode comes from the fact that the writer of the show grew up with show like The Mysterious Cities of Gold that did something similar. And they wanted a show that could be both cute, fun and educational :)

Belfort and Lupin are both teenagers in the show <3

It took them 7 years to create B&L! they wanted the animation to be perfect and put so many details, from the settings (by sketching every little things in Versailles when they visited) to the characters movements. They said at first they hesitated B&L to even touch ("penetrate" if I use the real technical term for 3d animation lol that was funny xD) bcs that would be super complicated but at the end, one of the animator insisted bcs they wanted their relationship to be more sincere and lovely <3

About their relationship, they said there won't be romance between Belfort and Lupin (for the moment) and that was totally open to interpretation ;))) (one of the designer ships them anyway lol). And IF something would happen between them, the creator said he would prefer it to take time and develop slowly bcs they are still young (so we can totally imagine them being bf in the future hehehehe)

Belfort's name is the name of a city in France. Also in his full name, Augustin Proper de Belfort, Prosper is the name of his late father. They said we'll discover Tanne & Ponne full names in the future too ;D

They are optimistic for a season 2 and have already many ideas for it :D they said it would take place around the same time than s1. They would like to show much more sides of Versailles bcs there are so many things they haven't put in the show yet.

They talked about a special episode about Belfort and Lupin first meeting ; it happened in the forest (*v*)

In the upcoming episode "The Big Bad Wolf", there is a wolf named Remus that will appear (and you might have already seen his design here). He will be an adult wolf and it's gonna be the most emotional episode of the season apparently ;v;

They also want to make us cry more with a future episode where Belfort's dad would be mentioned :'o

There is a fox character that they wish to introduce in the future.

The comics of B&L takes place a bit before of the show apparently bcs the sisters don't know about Lupin yet. Few tomes are already in preparation and for those who don't read french, you can buy it with a files that will contain the english translation :D <33

The OST might be available someday on music platform (I WISH)

There will be an event in Versailles in June 7th, 8th and 9th with the broadcast of an episode and some Q&A with the creators and autograph too :))

(s'il y a des français, allez on forme un groupe de fan et on se donne rdv là bas XD)

[maryleclerc]

𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 — charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: in which after everything, charles and reader end up back together. become a family!

warning: use google translate, english is not my native language. this is the first ending, which mean reader will end up with charles, i’ll post 2nd ending soon. i do not claim any of these images as my own

i know i know, why’s so peaceful? i wanted if reader end up with carlos than i’ll make it more dramatic! so wait for my ending with carlos!!

please if you wanted to be tag in any of my future work, you can reply or dm me! thank you!! 🤍

read part 01, part 02

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deuxmoi Our first image of Y/n and Charles today in NYC together. Taken by a fan today!!

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brianng If they are really back together, i’d be real happy to know that my wishes finally came true

ynscharlesleclerc They’ll always be the best couple of my heart

megancharles She’s ruining other people happiness, she’s the reason why Charles broke up with Meg

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charles_leclerc I think today is a suitable day to write this article. Just like the rumors these past few weeks, about Y/n and I, I want to confirm that Y/n and I are back together and we are very happy now. We also prepare together to welcome our little angel. Also thank you for all of your concern

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ynusernamefan I am happy for you

charlessgoddess It’s seems like this is their fate, after so many things had happen to both of them, they still find their ways to get back together without even trying

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yourusername Sharing all of my favorite saved in my gallery while enjoying few weeks left in my last sem 🤍

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uhbbjorn_ What’s your favorite part of being pregnant Y/n?

⤷ yourusername The most favorite part of being pregnant is when you can feel the baby’s kicking

jenniej__ Have you had any ideas for the baby name yet?

⤷ yourusername Actually me and Charles both like the name Ceres and Agnes, but haven’t will fit her

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yourusername Ceres Faye Leclerc decided to come on her own schedule 4 weeks early. Born 12/20 at 20:20 👶🏻🧸 and her papa @charles_leclerc was made it in time.

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arthur_leclerc ❤️ my niece

geeherst Congratulations and blessing! This is so incredible

kathykeeth She’s so little, I can’t 🥹

shhanann Her name feel so like goddess

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wired [HIGHLIGHT] Some of the most cutes moment of Autocomplete Interview Couple Edition with Y/n and Charles Leclerc today.

CHARLES: Hi! I’m Charles Leclerc

Y/N: I’m Y/n Y/l/n soon to Y/n Leclerc and today we’re with WIRED Autocomplete Interview

BOTH: Family Edition

Q: Have you ever google yourself?

Y/N: Oh yes I have, only once

CHARLES: I never google myself —

Y/N: Why?

CHARLES: I mean… I don’t know

Y/N: Okay first question, are you ready Charles?

CHARLES: More than ready soon-to-be Mrs. Leclerc

Y/N: [Chuckle] Stop it, first question “Is Y/n Y/l/n single?”— Well guess what, I’m still available

CHARLES: What? No you’re not, you’re mine [Laugh]

Y/N: Okay okay I’m just kidding, so is Y/n single? No, I’m not single and already engage to this gorgeous man sitting next to me

CHARLES: Next up “Is Charles Leclerc nice?”

CHARLES: I don’t know, ask her [pointed at Y/n]

Y/N: Yes he’s the nicest person I’ve ever met

Y/N: “How did Charles and Y/n met?”

CHARLES: Well we met through Y/n mom, like everyone already knows. So it’s was on Christmas Eve and my family just casually having dinner together at this restaurent called and then all of a sudden my mom just point at Y/n whom also sitting with her family and said “Oh my god, Charles ressemble à un ange, va lui parler, Charles” which mean “Charles she look like an angel, go talk to her, Charles” and everything started from there.

Y/N: [Laugh] Yea, I remember that I heard something in French and just right the moment I look up, I saw his face. But there is something I haven’t told you, that when I step into that restaurent I already like really like into you.

CHARLES: Awww I know you do had crush on me baby

CHARLES: Next question is “How many childens do Charles and Y/n have?”

CHARLES: We have a daughter and her name is Ceres Faye Leclerc, she’s my treasure

Y/N: And she’s a spitting image of Charles

Y/N: “How many children do Charles want?”

CHARLES: I’m a family guy you know, I got to say that my ideal is to have 3 kids but —

Y/N: Wow that’s take lots of work to do Charles

CHARLES: But after witnessing what Y/n went through during the birth of Ceres, and all the difficulties that came with it after giving birth, I have reconsidered this. Actually, for me, how many children I want is not as important as whether Y/n wants it or not. After all, the one who gives birth is still Y/n not me, so I always prioritize her choice.

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(Ona Batlle x reader)

Growing up in Manchester you couldn’t help but to love football. Football was everywhere in the city.

As much as you loved football you couldn’t see yourself playing the sport however, coming from parents who were doctors you knew how you could be part of that world.

In 2017 you decided to go the States to study physiotherapy with a speciality in sports medicine. You studied in UNC where you worked with the North Carolina Tar Heels.

There you met two British girls who coincidentally also were there, Alessia Russo and Lotte Wubben-Moy. Having other British girls helped you to miss Manchester so much less and you formed an amazing friendship with them.

You made the most of your time there learning new techniques, you used the most updated medical equipment, you worked with many athletes, so you had seen any type of injuries, and you gained experience as a field medic.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

In 2020 Alessia, Lotte and you decided to go back to England due to the uncertainty of covid. Lotte signed with Arsenal while Less signed with Manchester United.

Due to Lessi’s recommendation and your great experience working with female athletes Manchester United offered you a job in their medical squad.

When you arrived to the club you made sure to have a one on one meeting with every girl in the team and that’s how you met United’s new incorporation, Ona Batlle.

At the beginning it was quite difficult to understand her because of her accent and her basic English however, the connection with Ona was there.

You found it cute how she tried to explain to you what she was feeling, what part of her body had she injured and how suddenly each time you entered a room she suddenly got red cheeks.

After being in the club for three months Ona asked you out, your relationship was based in love, commitment, communication and comprehension. You guys had similar schedules as you were working for the same club, you understood when she had to back to Spain for national duties and she understood when you had to stay extra time with a patient.

Eventually you started taking Spanish classes, so you could talk with her and her family and it was worth it as her family came to see her for her second derby.

“Mama te quiero presentar a y/n. Ella es la fisioterapeuta en jefe para el club y también es mi novia” Ona couldn’t help to tell her mother with a smile on her face.  (Mom! I wanted to present you to y/n. She works the club’s head physiotherapist and she’s also my girlfriend)

“Mucho gusto señora Batlle, soy y/n! Es un placer conocerla”  (A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Batlle, I’m y/n!)

Ona didnt know that you had started taking Spanish classes

“Mi amor! No sabía que hablabas español”  (My love! I didn’t knew that you spoke Spanish)

“Empecé a aprender por ti y por tú familia mi vida”  (I started to learn it because of you and your family my life)

Ona’s mother couldn’t help but watch the interaction and she saw the heart eyes that her daughter was giving you. Since that moment she knew that you were the one for her daughter.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

After almost three years of dating you knew that Ona was about to take one of the biggest decisions of her career, renewing with MU or going back to Barcelona.

You always knew what option was she going to choose, so ever since  your last trip to Spain to visit her family you started to prepare everything. With the help of her family whom distracted her for a day and with the help of your fellow British friends Lucy and Keira you landed an interview with FC Barcelona.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

May 2023

Ona was nervous she didn’t knew how to tell that she was accepting Barca’s offer. She prepared dinner in your now shared apartment.

When you came back after finishing your job at MU you were surprised to see the table arranged and to see Ona taking the food to the table.

“Mi amor! I’m glad that you are here! Come and sit down”

You sat down and started eating dinner with your girlfriend. After an hour or so Ona got nervous.

“Mi amor, there’s something that I need to tell you”

“What is it baby?” You looked at her with curiosity

“As you know my contract with United will be over after this season and Barca made an offer. I want to accept it”

“Well my love I also have something. Do you remember the day when your mother wanted to spend a day just with you?”

“Yeah, I remember” she said with an uncertain voice

“That day Lucy picked me up and took me to La Ciutat Esportiva. I always knew where your heart was my love. I had an interview with the head of the medical team. For the interview I had to do Frido’s physiotherapy session and I did Jana’s tape. The girls and I clicked immediately, better than I did with United’s girls and latter I learned they had given a positive feedback to Barca. Last week Barca reached out to me ” 

Ona couldn’t be believe what she was hearing.

“So what I’m trying to say my love is that I have an offer from them. I told them that if it was possible for me to finish May with United I would sign with them the same day as you did and they accepted. That’s how sure I was of your answer also, Lessi is moving to London so there’s nothing else that ties me to United”

You took her hands and spoke again. “I know that I grew here in Manchester and I considered it my home. That was until I met you that I realized that home isn’t a place, it is a person”

Ona was fully crying, you knew her so well that you prepared everything to move to Barcelona even before she said yes to the club. Ona knew that this was the moment. She took out the velvet box that was in her pocket and kneeled in one knee.

You realized what was happening, tears started to come out and your hands covered your mouth.

“Mi amor, I had something else prepared but this moment feels right, this feels like us. We’ve been dating for almost three years, you learned Spanish to talk to my family and my family loves you. You became my rock when I moved to England and you are ready to move from club and country because of me. I love you with all my heart, I didn’t believed in soulmates until I met you. I know that many persons will think that we are too young but I don’t care. So y/n l/n will you make me the happiest girl on earth and will you marry me?”

“Yes! Ona I’ll marry you!!”

You didn't knew where life was going to take you and you didn't cared as long as you were with Ona you would always be at home.

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05/26-05/31/2025 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neill; Nathan Foad; Vico Ortiz; Ruibo Qian; Anapela Polata'ivao; Courtney Andersen; Adopt Our Crew; Our Flag Means Pride; Articles; Fan Spotlight: Never Left Podcast, Our Flag Means Fanfiction & More Interviews;

Hey lovelies! Since I'm catching up on so many recaps all at once, I'm skipping love notes for this one <3

= David Jenkins =

David sending us all the love <3 Thanks Pirate Dad!

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David giving us some insight from the writers room for s2 👀

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= Rhys Darby =

Rhys has just been crazy busy lately. He was recently on the Ozzy Man's Pub Chat's!

He's also back in the UK for the next round of The Legend Returns!

Thanks to @adoptourcrew for sharing this great article from The Exeter Living!

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More Rhysie articles!

Source: The Guardian

And if that wasn't enough Rhys for you, he's posted several Daily Darby's on his Free Substack.

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May 31 Daily Darby: Read the full thing here!

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= Taika Waititi =

Taika was the executive producer on We Were Dangerous, and they're hosting a screening for it! " In 1954 New Zealand, three rebellious girls—Nellie, Daisy, and Lou—are sent to a remote island institution, where they form an un-breakable bond in defiance of their strict matron. But as cruel punishments escalate, their friendship is tested, forcing them to choose between resistance and survival.⁠" You can join the Miami Film Festival Society to get tickets to Thursday, June 5 at 7:30 PM⁠ at the MDC's Koubek Theater in South Florida!

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= Con O'Neill =

The latest Con O'Neill Momentus event, Izzy Bares All, with @ringasunn is up on Youtube!

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= Nathan Foad =

Apparently Nathan was headed out to see Oliver, and decided to do some sketches for us <3

Tumblr is fighting me on videos allowed, so here's his Post-Oliver Sketch as well.

Source: Nathan's IG Stories

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's Rise of a King Show has been keeping them busy! Their family came out to check it out-- just look at all these fun shots!

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They were featured in BroadwayWorld as well!

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Vico has been just killing it with how much they've been getting done lately, Im surprised they did so much Today in Gay Podcast with the show going on! New episodes of Today in Gay! May 29 / May 28 / May 27/ May 26

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= Ruibo Qian =

Our Pirate Queen is back again with more cat pictures for us.

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= Anapela Polata'ivao =

The Tinā Film that Auntie starred in is now the the #1 NZ film of 2025 -- AND it's available to watch at home in AoNZ! "You can buy or rent Tinā from:

▪️Apple/iTunes ▪️Prime Video ▪️Neon (NZ) ▪️AroVision ▪️Vimeo ▪️Xbox

Also available very soon on YouTube and Madman On Demand (AONZ only).

From June 18, Tinā will be available on DVD/Blu-ray as well as digital in NZ, and to rent on digital in Australia."

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= Courtney Andersen =

Our rope master was out at the Master Mariner’s Regatta recently aboard the Brigadoon and they won first in class!

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= Adopt Our Crew =

In preparation for Pride month our friends over at @adoptourcrew had an important question for us!

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= Our Flag Means Pride =

As you've probably already seen since by the time this is posted, it's June 4th, our crewmates over at @adoptourcrew have started up Our Flag Means Pride again this year! Here's some preliminary info regarding how to sign up and the prize catalog is here! Wanna donate and help out Rainbow Youth? Visit the Adopt Our Crew Fundraiser page here!

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Source: Adopt Our Crew Bsky Since several milestones have been hit already and I don't want people to miss out I'm including the info for those as well below!

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Current Milestones Hit, and the forms you can use to enter them!

$250 - Form

$500 - Form

$750 - Form

$1000 - Form

$1500 - Form

$2000 - Form

$2500 - Form

$3000 - Form

$3500 - Form

$4000 - Form

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$5000 - Form

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= Articles =

More articles on OFMD for Pride month! Thanks @adoptourcrew for sharing!

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= Fan Spotlight =

More podcast updates today luvs!

= Never Left Podcast =

There's a new episode out of Never Left! This week they are talking to Bec aka YellowMustard about all her awesome fics! Wanna check them out or follow them on their socials? The links are on their linktree! New episode is out on Spotify!

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= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

New Episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction is out! This time The 2 Gentle 2 Beard Episode! Check out the episode on your favorite listening platform by visiting their linktr.ee!

Source: OFMFF Instagram

Remember in the last recap the amazing Chloe, and the team over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction interviewed several of our Cast & Crew in LA? Well great news! There's more questions that were answered-- this time by our dear Lindsey Cantrell!

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Dominic also answered another question "If your character would come back in Season 3, what would you like your character to do?"

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