#and then succeed in a good car almost the same

[inchidentally]

https://x.com/MERCL4REN/status/1743286121973555513?s=20

find the difference level impossible :D but seriously, this tweet gave me a stomachache from laughing so hard.

THERE'S MY TWO CREEPY TOO SIMILAR VESTAL VIRGINS THAT MAKE ALL THE MEN ON THE GRID (except lewis) GO HUUUHHHHH???

[sttoru]

dad!Toji losing megumi on his sight in a grocery store.

⟣ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff.

“where the hell did that brat go. . .” toji sighs in frustration as he makes his third trip around the numerous aisles, peeking through each gap between to see where his son could’ve possibly hid.

you had been gone for one minute to grab something you had forgotten in the car, leaving your husband and son alone at the grocery store. you thought toji would be more than capable of keeping an eye on megumi during the time you left.

he did succeed for a couple seconds, but then somehow lost sight of the little boy. it happened out of the blue—even for someone as quick as toji, his child seemed to have disappeared into thin air, without him noticing at all.

“tsk, just wait ‘til i catch ya..” toji scoffs and makes quick strides. the other customers seemed to scurry off to the sides as the dark-haired man passes them—the reason for this being his bulky and tall body and that cold yet pissed off expression on his face whilst walking forwards.

of course, toji was still secretly worried for megumi. he didn’t want to think of the worst case scenario at all. he needs to stay calm and collected in such situations. panicking will do him no good.

toji passes by a pit of plushies, paying it no mind until he hears a soft, muffled giggle from that same area. he stops in his tracks and turns his head to the right. that voice was one he could recognise from miles away.

“oh, y’re so done.” the dark-haired man mutters under his breath and digs through the many plushies, hands looking for the source of that giggle. there were a couple strands of dark blue hair sticking out from between the big stuffed animals and toji wasted no time, “c’mere, brat.”

he uses a bit of his strength and fishes out a child from under the pile of softness—his child.

“papa!” megumi squeals and was holding onto a plushie: a cute black dog one. it seems like he had waddled off and climbed onto the box to grab that specific plushie, but couldn’t get out afterwards, “papa, waf! waf!”

toji sighs and holds megumi up by the back of his shirt, walking back to your shopping cart. he gains some stares due to the obscure way he was carrying his son around, though megumi himself couldn’t care any less as he cuddles up to the plushie in his tiny arms.

toji puts the little boy in the baby seat and grabs onto the stuffed animal, tugging at it; “gimme that. ya can’t have it ‘cause ya ran off without tellin’ me.”

megumi whines and pulls the toy back in his arms, giving toji a pleading look. his lips formed a desperate pout and his eyes were starting to glisten with tears that appeared on his waterlines.

“yeah, stare at me all you want with those big bug eyes—y’re not gonna get that.” your husband shakes his head and grabs the plushie again, taking it away from his son to put it back.

megumi reacts to this by curling his chubby hand around toji’s index finger—still with that cute pout on his lips whilst trying to prevent his dad from stepping away. it’s specifically those shiny blue orbs that seem to mellow toji’s heart to the point he almost gives in.

“…”

you come back after five minutes and spot your family back in the candy aisle. the duo didn’t appear to have seen you yet since they were busy picking out some sweets for later.

“hi, my angels.” you creep up behind toji and tap his back. he instantly steps aside and your (surprisingly) super excited son comes into view.

megumi was smiling widely and that’s when your eyes land on something in his arms.

“oh, you got ‘gumi a dog plushie!” you gasp and seem to get excited for your child—megumi giggling right alongside you, “how nice!”

toji rolls his eyes, though wasn’t about to admit that he eventually did give in to megumi’s adorable tactics. he gently flicks the little boy’s forehead and looks back at you;

“didn’t get it for him out of my own free will.” your husband grumbles and then continues to squish megumi’s cheeks together using one hand, “this little brat threatened me.”

“i’m sure he did.” you chuckle and nudge toji’s side with your elbow. you knew just how much of a softie really is for his son.

“i’m not lyin’,” toji replies with a sigh and pushes the cart ahead, you following next to him with a smile, “he threatened me with those big eyes of his. i’m tellin’ ya, that stuff is dangerous.” —for my heart, he adds in his head.

you couldn’t contain your laughter as you hear your lover’s words. your gaze then lands on megumi, who was contentedly staring up at both his parents, cuddled up to the big stuffed animal.

“good job.” you gave megumi a thumbs up and ruffle his hair as a reward. the kid sticks his tongue out and almost looks proud of the fact that he got his way in the end.

toji really was just a big softie for his son. and for his wife as well, of course.

[octuscle]

Hey Cronivac Support,

I dont trust myself with the settings so i am asking you. I am Half German and half Moroccan, and I look German af. Brown hair, brown eyes, big smile and a really white skin. I am thinking what would happen if my appearance were based on my Moroccan genes.

Can you help me out?

Brother, chill out! Have a shisha. Just ignore that there's German shit in your body. Your dick is circumcised. You pray at least once or twice a day. Friday you also go to the mosque… It doesn't matter if there are still German genes in you.

Thursday morning. You will survive the last school year at the Gymnasium. What comes after that, you don't know yet. Something with languages might make sense. Your mother tongues are Arabic, German and French. And you are actually quite good in English and Spanish at school. But you also enjoy science. First lesson today is chemistry. Stoichiometry. Actually very interesting. But somehow you have more and more problems to understand your teacher. When he approaches you, you start to stammer. You can't think of the right words. "Youssef, you are welcome to answer in English, if that is easier for you." You sigh in relief. German is really a difficult language. And even though you have a German grandmother, German was never spoken much at home….

During the break, you hang out with your brothers. Talk about soccer, cars, the usual stuff. Smoke an e-cigarette to go with it. And you make an appointment for the afternoon at the gym. Then it's off to the workshop at the vocational school. Metalwork. Hey, you're not training to be a car mechanic so you can mill toys out of metal plates. You want to become a car tuner. And create really hot cars. Your vocational school teacher is from Syria. Fled a few years ago. He speaks much better German than you do. You've only been in Europe for two years. Your mother had the French and the Moroccan passport, so you could immigrate relatively easily. But you didn't understand why you had to move to Germany. Some of your pals now live in Marseille. You would have found that cool, too… But Stuttgart? Just because your father found a good job as an engineer here at Mercedes? Anyway, you're a fighter, you'll survive Swabia.

Lunch is at the snack bar of a former colleague of your father. He has saved up enough money on the assembly line for his own snack bar. And now he makes the best falaffels in town. On weekends, you help out a little. You can always use the extra money. And that way you also get the food cheaper. Since you've been in training, you no longer get pocket money from your parents. You are the eldest son, you now have to do your share to feed the family. And if you are the first to have a vocational qualification here, your chances of getting a permanent right to stay are also the best. If only it weren't for this terrible language…

Gym, auto repair shop, vocational school, Gym…. Your daily routine is somehow always the same. Your boss is also a Muslim, from Turkey, so you have tomorrow afternoon off to go to the mosque. But you also have to work on Saturday. But you are grateful that you have the job. And you can afford your car and the gym. It was not easy to come to Europe. It cost your parents almost all their savings. And now it's your damn duty to succeed and support your family. For that you learn to be a car mechanic, for that you sell falaffel on weekends. That's why you mop the gym floors and clean the toilets at night. You even study German for that. However, this has already brought you a few thousand followers. Your picture from the last workout has 800 likes after just half an hour. Let's see, maybe new opportunities to become rich and famous will develop. You have the right gene pool!

Pic of your latest workout found @tufas

[alearicci]

"just a little scratch...” – DR3

pairings: daniel ricciardo x girlfriend!reader; daniel ricciardo x girlfriend!you

summary: you, your Daniel Ricciardo and the second practice.

note: I cry like hell. god, why him...

I think you will not like it very much, because I wrote this little one shot on terrible emotions. sorry for the mistakes and OMG, I HAVE 56 READERS TYSM.

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The second practice in Zandvoort.

In the first practice, Dan was the 13th, there is something to strive for and what to fix. In any case, this is not a qualification or even a race, but only a training race where they will be able to practice on the track, assess their capabilities, finalize some points and be fully ready to step into the weekend of the Dutch Grand Prix. He kept smiling no matter what.

He is obliged to show himself well in AlphaTauri in order to return to the RBR.

He dreams about it every time before going to bed and wakes up with the same thought.

He dreams of becoming a world champion. And the Red Bull car is considered the strongest among all those who are on the starting grid. Daniel is not a weakling either.

But it's hard to even think about it when you're on the starting grid with Max Verstappen. Daniel had a good and friendly relationship with Max. But how the Australian wanted to wipe his nose and get around him.

You were standing in the paddock and before the practice started, you decided to approach your boyfriend to wish him good practice and kiss him for good luck. But they stopped you and told you that Dan was ready to leave. You blew him a kiss.

Daniel saw it and did the same. But there was one problem. He was already in his helmet and his visor was closed, which is why he kissed you back, but you didn't notice it.

When the sun broke through the clouds a little, illuminating the picturesque race track, Daniel Ricciardo was determined to succeed. The second training session was about to begin - this is a chance for an Australian racer to hone his skills and get an adrenaline rush, which always occurs when his car was working at the limit of its capabilities. However, he didn't know that this day would test his resilience like never before.

The training started and nothing foreshadowed trouble, although Dan had already noticed the strange behavior of his car during the first training session, but ignored it, considering that it was just a minor problem that could be easily fixed. He did not even suspect that a much more serious storm was brewing, which would destroy his hopes and dreams in a matter of seconds.

Grabbing the steering wheel of his car, Daniel felt a wave of electricity run through his veins. The noise of the crowd, the smell of burning rubber, and the realization that he was about to embark on a dance of speed and precision filled him completely. The pit lane was cleared, and he took off on the track, striving to leave his mark and show a good time even in training.

Working harder and harder with each lap, Daniel was focused, his heart pounding almost to the rhythm of the engine. But just at the moment when he was preparing to masterfully maneuver in a sharp turn, disaster struck.

Ahead of him, Oscar Piastri, a McLaren driver, lost control of his car and crashed into the guardrail.

In the blink of an eye, his entire positive attitude turned into a nightmare. The smile quickly faded from his face.

Daniel tried to let go of the steering wheel, his right hand let go of the steering wheel, and then he grabbed it back when Oscar's car was potentially in his way, which led to terrible consequences.

The blow was sudden and strong, causing Daniel's left arm to even throb with pain. The realization hit him like a dagger–the metacarpal bone was broken. An unpleasant feeling gripped him as he headed back to the pits, his dreams of success in racing slipping away with every agonizing second.

Despite the overwhelming pain, a sense of determination and defiance blossomed in Ricciardo's heart. He knew that he would have to deal with the pain both for himself and for his loyal fans who supported him throughout the journey.

When you saw everything that was happening, you immediately felt your legs give way and your vision blurred. You were about to faint if it weren't for the firm grip of one of the engineers who happened to be near you.

You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. It could have ended much worse.

Dan was immediately taken to the medical center and you didn't even have time to tell him anything. I could have run and gone with him, but your well-being was seriously shaken. Your heart was pounding, and your face showed concern. The thought of the pain of a loved one tormented you from the inside, but you knew that you had to remain calm for the sake of both of you. You have already seen Daniel overcome countless difficulties, and it was at these moments that you most admired his resilience.

While he was being X-rayed, Ricciardo's mind sank into the depths of his emotions. He couldn't deny the disappointment that threatened to engulf him. The opportunity to demonstrate his talent and compete at the highest level was cruelly taken away from him. And he couldn't realize: whose mistake was it? If he hadn't turned into the wall, would he have crashed into Oscar? What would happen in this case?

He struggled with a mixture of anger, sadness, and a tinge of guilt.

Why him? Why now? Will he be able to regain the level of performance he fought so hard for? How will this affect his further races? Doubt and uncertainty began to creep into his mind, fast and lightning-fast, like a shadow, but Ricciardo did not let him linger. He knew that he needed to channel his energy into the difficult task of recovery.

As soon as he returned to the paddock, with a bandage on his left arm, you couldn't stand it and burst into tears, covering your face with your hands.

Dan came up to you and gently hugged you with his right hand, kissing your forehead.

"I'm fine. Just a little scratch. Just a little scratch..."

His light–hearted response did little to ease your anxiety, or rather, did not ease it with everything, but reminded you of the qualities that you valued in Daniel - his unwavering optimism, his ability to find humor even in the most difficult situations. You knew he was determined to overcome this setback, no matter how serious it was.

And you will always be there to support him.

[chvnnie]

skz reacting to you flashing them?

you don’t know how excited this ask made me - i’ve always wanted one like this and this is my first one! thank you for this request :’)

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of food, public flashing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, use of the word “slut”, brat tendencies, mentions of gagging

i went hard (who’s surprised) so pls enjoy <3

you know that embarrassed look chan gets after he flashes his abs on stage? the way he giggles as redness creeps up his neck? when you flash him in the studio, his reaction is the exact same - except he’s flushing with arousal instead of embarrassment. it came out of nowhere. first you were cuddling in his lap, fingers lazily drawing circles on his side as he worked, then suddenly your tits were in his face, a tent immediately pitching in his pants. how else is he supposed to react? it was so sudden, so unexpected. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he says, reaching towards your bunched up shirt when he freezes. like they have a mind of their own, his hands move towards your breasts, cupping them gently. they’re so warm and soft, perfectly fitting in his hand. “fuck, keep an eye out, would ya?” is the last thing he says before his lips latch onto your nipple.

minho is expressionless, the only thing he’s giving you is a few rapid blinks before turning around and continuing down the walking trail. “hurry up or i’m leaving you behind.” he calls over his shoulder, breaking you out of your stunned state. you pull your tank top before jogging to catch up with your boyfriend, frustrated at yet another failed attempt to catch your boyfriend off guard. this was the ideal place - flashing him in the middle of a public, often busy walking trail should have worked out perfectly in your favor. instead, you’re walking beside him with a pout, more upset than embarrassed. it didn’t work. your grand scheme really ended in yet another failure. when were you going to get him? when was it your turn to win? your pity party was cut short by minho grabbing your forearm, pulling you off the walking trail and behind a cluster of trees. pressing you up against a tree, he clasps a hand over your mouth to silence any noise you might release. “that was a cute little stunt you pulled.” his foot is kicking your feet, spreading your legs out. “almost got me this time.”

weddings are either a blast or a drag, and unfortunately for you, this one was the latter. sitting at a table in the back of a crowded reception hall, you spun the mixing straw in your drink to give you something to do. it felt like you’ve been here for years rather than hours, cursed to spend an eternity making small talk with people you don’t know. changbin plopped in the seat next to you, leaning over to peck your cheek. he had been the social one this evening, whisked away by any and everyone here, charming smile and jokes making everyone swoon. it was fun to watch, for a bit. but now you were bored, and the suit he had on did nothing but make you needy. the idea that crossed your mind was so inappropriate, so wicked that it might just succeed in getting you out of here early. a hand on your lover’s thigh, nails digging in to grab his attention. when changbin whips his head towards you, mouth opening to speak, drool comes out instead at the sight of your dress pulled down just enough to showcase your tits. it’s brief - you don’t want anyone but him to see - but it’s enough to have him standing up quickly, subtly adjusting his pants before holding a hand out. when you take it, his hand squeezes yours a bit too firm, causing it to tingle. “when we get to the car, your panties better be off. i’m not in the mood to waste time.”

it wouldn’t surprise you if hyunjin’s jaw unhinged, it dropped so far and fast. in his defense the last place he expected you to flash him was in the middle of a movie theater. granted, it was a good place to do so - it’s dark, you two are sat in the back corner, there’s hardly anyone in the theater with you two. he just wasn’t expecting it - as a self proclaimed exhibitionist, he would’ve seen expected this in a more “public” setting, like a grocery store or the farmer’s market. this seemed a little tame for you … or is that what you want him to think? “can you put your shirt down? i can’t focus with your tits out.” he tries to seem uninterested, like he isn’t trying to get another glance at them out of the corner of his eye. you pull your shirt down, and he really thinks you fell for it - but he’s always been a bit naive. you’re inching closer to him, legs spread out across his lap. cold hands grab his warm ones (sweaty with both nerves of getting caught and from how fucking horny he is), bringing one up to your mouth and the placing the other on your upper thigh. as your mouth latches around three of his fingers, move the hand on your thigh closer and closer to the cuff of your shorts. that. that’s his breaking point. with a roll of his eyes, he pulls his hands away from you to grab the loops on your shorts, bringing you as close to him as possible without being suspicious. “you’re fucking insatiable.”

who knew a plastic cup hitting the ground could be so loud? not you - not until jisung short circuited, brain checking out for the day at the sight of your bare chest in the middle of the company’s hallway. it takes him a moment to process what’s happening, then a moment to admire the sight (after all, he’s nothing if not the biggest titty enthusiast to ever walk the earth), and a moment to remember his surroundings. by the time all the bases are covered and he’s grabbing at your shirt, you’re giggling at the cute look on his face. shirt back in place, you reach up and squish his cheeks, cooing about how precious he looked. any other day, he’d let you gush over him, the praise boosting his ego and going straight to his cock. but today, showing off what’s his where anyone could walk by? just to see him freeze? he all but throws you over his shoulder, dragging you into the nearest practice room. when the door is locked, you’re pressed against it, bottoms already nearing your ankles. “you’re so funny, pulling this shit and thinking you’ll get away with it.” jisung doesn’t even fully removed your shirt, pushing it up enough to expose your chest to him. he spits directly on your nipples, humming happily as he watches them harden as goosebumps surround them. it’s always a delight, seeing your body react to his touch. “if you want to act like such a slut, i’ll treat you like one.”

“yah, baby!” felix cries out softly. he was so taken aback to turn around, coming face to face with your boobs with no warning. not that he was necessarily complaining - it’s one of his favorite sights in the world - he just didn’t expect it. you completely threw him off his rhythm, making him almost forget about the pan of brownie batter in his hand. he looks back and forth between you and the oven, brain making the wise decision to put the dessert away before focusing on you. you stood on the other side of the kitchen island, his hoodie hiked up to reveal your boobs, perky and plush and fuck, is his mouth watering? the whines you release, begging for his attention makes his knees weak, sweatpants a lot tighter than they were just moments ago. when he calls you over, you practically run, pulling the hoodie over your head before you crash into his arms. lips connected, he spins you around, pining you between his body and counter. you’re moaning into his mouth, the tugs at his dark hair making felix moan as one hand cups one of your breasts, the other reaching behind you. when he finds what he’s look for, felix breaks the kiss, stepping a half step back. you’re whimpering, about to beg him to come back to you when you feel a thick, room temperature liquid drop on your chest. you look down to see the excess brownie batter being dripped on you from felix’s mixing spoon. once he deems it enough, felix bends down, tongue rolling out and onto your body as he laps the sweet batter up. he’s moaning, tongue move rapidly as he licks all around your nipple to clean you up. “taste even better on you.”

he’s not going to lie - seungmin is a bit annoyed. just because you’re bored doesn’t mean you have to make it seungmin’s problem. he told you to bring a book, or your switch, or something to do while he worked. it’s not his fault you were stubborn, insisting your phone was enough of a distraction for the unspecified amount of time the two of you would be here. he knew you would grow bored of tiktok eventually, refreshing the feed on all of your accounts, praying for new content to occupy your time. seungmin saw this coming - which is why he told you to bring a back up plan. little did he know your back up plan was trying to seduce him. your bra slid across his laptop keyboard, his eyes rolling as you giggled at him. he shook his head, picking up bra up and shoving as much of it as he could in his pocket without looking back at you. ignoring you to the best of his ability, he tried to focus until your string of “minnnnniiieeee”s was too obnoxious to ignore. spinning around, he finds you topless, playing with the frill of your skirt. “really?” he asked with a sigh, making you pout and ask him if he didn’t think you looked pretty. of course he did, you know that as well as him, the hard on he’s now sporting only backing the evidence. but he doesn’t give into you that easily, turning back to his work without another word. he listens to you whine, debating putting headphones on to drown you out. that is, until- “fine. i’ll just play with myself since you don’t want to.” and if you thought he was annoyed before, he’s even more so now. he’s over to your seat in a flash, knee pushing up in between your thighs as he grabs your throat - not squeezing, just to grab your attention. “stop being such a brat before you make me do something i’ll regret.”

jeongin saw it coming a mile away. the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, the way you triple checked your surroundings, teeth pulling your bottom lip in. he caught your wrists the moment they were at your shoulders, pulling your shirt back down and your body into his. you try to gasp, but are quickly cut short by jeongin’s lips on yours. “nice try.” he mumbles against your lips, pecking them twice before moving away from you. this wasn’t the first time you’ve done something like this, and he knows it won’t be your last. it was almost like a game at this point - how far could you get with exposing yourself before he stopped you? he only slipped up once, so frustrated with himself that he pulled you into a closed exhibit at the art museum you were visiting and railed you against a fairly expensive painting. you had gotten bolder since then, trying it out in places that were more crowded with more witnesses, the witnesses changing from strangers to jeongin’s peers, superiors, coworkers. friends. it’s much more fun when there’s more of a risk. today you had picked the riskiest place of all - the hallway the leads to his family’s living room. every member of his family frequented that area often, making it extra risky for both you and him. the moment he invited you to visit home with him, he knew you’d try something like this. and he’s nothing if not always prepared. letting go of your wrists, he takes a step back, hand cupping your face as he rubbed the smeared lipstick off the side of your lip. “i hope you enjoy dinner, my dear. it’s the last time you won’t be gagged for a while.”

[gretahayes]

more core four repair shop au thoughts;

the fixing shop gives very much cosy small candy shop vibes despite it being like...two stories tall and a mix of a woodworking station, a metalworking station, a forge, a car mechanic, a tech store, a tailor store, a toy store, a library (tim and bart like to read and go through reading material fast, so they figured they may as well), and a sort of bakery.

(it's only a bakery when kon keeps everyone else out of the kitchen (yes they have a kitchen, keep up) for long enough to bake successfully. if he succeeds, you get whatever new recipe he tried out that day, or the old reliables. the old reliables come out when he's having a busy or rough day and wants something low-effort and comforting.)

(also, he doesn't sell what he bakes. he gives them out. unless you've got three hours to argue over paying, you're getting it for free.)

it's got a big winding staircase leading up to the second storey and just like a hole. smackdab in the middle of the store, so they can lean over the railing and yell to each other

it's also much bigger on the inside than the outside. how? magic. (when the core four says this, locals laugh and take it as a joke. it is not a joke. they now owe zatanna a favor)

new branches are constantly being added, and new stuff. one day they picked up crocheting and suddenly there was crocheted stuff for sale. anita popped by and for a few days, second hand kid toys/clothes were offered.

it's not a cafe but they've got a good coffee machine, a lot of mugs, the Good Coffee™, and all know how to make good drinks. if you've got a few bucks to spare, it's heavenly.

tim fixes cameras sometimes :) he's had a lot of cameras through his lifetime and marvels at antiques, well-loved cameras, and newer models all the same.

cassie fixes weapons! cosplayers and people who just have weapons on hand come to the shop, drop it off, and a day/week later their weapon is fixed.

if you come when cissie's visiting, she'll help you with your bow.

traya visits with flowers and is a very chatty and helpful salesperson for the day until she's got to go back home. she also refuses to "sell" stuff without collecting any money.

bart knows how to do almost everything so he does a lot of the work, but it keeps him busy and there's a lot of different stuff to be fixed so he never gets bored.

when asked by the titans or the jla members they're related to/mentor them how it's going, they usually only tell the hero stuff, which is wild because Small Town Nonsense, so the justice league is like oh my God???? are you guys okay over there?? are you sure you don't need help??

they're like no we're living our peaceful cottagecore dream literally fuck off??

justice league: you got dismembered yesterday??

core four: the demon was just a scared kid, plus they gave us our limbs back, it's literally fine.

justice league: we don't think-

core four: we're about plant a garden. fuck off.

the titans at least visit Sometimes (dick, donna and wally obviously, but they won't object to a visit from kori or vic or gar) so they know the core four are happy and mostly vibing so they don't have many protests.

sometimes they've got baby heroes their shop, jai and irey poking around, damian petting their emotional support dog (her name is buddy. she is not a trained emotional support dog but she is very good at listening. she's part golden retriever and part princess of hell. don't ask.), assorted speedsters and arrowfam teens coming and going.

their town (and shop because they've got an alien, a speedster, and a demigod. it's a cauldron of magic) is sort of at the point where the dimensional barrier is sort of...thin? so sometimes they've got other versions of baby heroes in their shop, just chilling until they can get them back home.

on one notable occasion, they've had a teen mar'i, a toddler jackson hyde, a pre-teen cerdian and robbie, and a six-year-old chris kent all at the same time. that's the most like parents they've ever felt.

tim knew they'd all end up crashing in one bed so he just bought like...an alaskan king size bed in one room then regular beds in the others. he was not going to lie to himself.

[russellsppttemplates]

Hold my hand through it (Pierre Gasly)

Like Pierre is there for you, you are there for him, even if you think you're just doing something simple for him

Note: english is not my first language. this is a long piece after what feels like a lifetime, I hope I can still do it well enough, and, like I always do, I like to say this to make it clear: this request is special because this is a topic that I feel huge responsibility writing about and I feel grateful that I'm trusted enough to have it be requested.

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

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Tw: mentions Spa 2023 (the run and the reason that prompted it without too much detail), nervousness, curse words

"Do you have everything, amour?", you asked Pierre, grabbing your small bag once all the luggage was inside the car's trunk, "Yes, all ready to go".

You managed to sort your agenda out so you could travel with Pierre to this weekend's race, meaning you would also be travelling in a private plane with him and some of his media team a little bit earlier on the week as you usually did, "do you want to sit by the window or the aisle?", Pierre asked once you reached the two seats row, offering for Pierre to go on the window side, "you know I'll need the bathroom a million times", you chuckled, checking if your phone was on aeroplane mode and getting ready for take off.

The sky was particularly grey and you could surely feel that when you were flying, especially everytime the plane crossed through a heavy cloud, shaking and bouncing slightly. You had gone to use the bathroom, opening the door when one of the small bounces became noticeable, making you walk around and check if everyone was okay until you reached your seat, seeing Pierre nervously tap his fingers on the arm rest, "hey, are you okay?", you said, sitting down and lifting the arm rest between you two, snuggling into him while you began talking, "Did I tell you about what happened at the lab this week? We were gathering all the participants and two of them have the same name, like, the exact same name", you continued, hoping to distract him from the movements on the plane.

.

Another weekend, another poor result from Pierre, his P6 result early on in the season now a faint and a little less hopeful memory. "Why do I keep going like this? It's almost like it's not meant to be", Pierre said, running his fingers through his hair.

Sitting next to him on the hotel bed, you urged him to lay his head on your chest, taking your own support on the headboard, "you know how things work, sometimes you have a good one, sometimes it all goes to shit", you noted, "not all things are on your control, which sucks, and needs to be talked through with the people that know about it", you offered some advice in the best of your abilities, knowing how these things worked as well.

"Do you think I can still get anything from this season?", he asked, a genuine tone of fear and uncertainty in the way he spoke, and it stung your heart a little. Who were you to tell him it would all be good when you didn't know it?

"I don't know, I can't tell you that you will always win. Or that you will always finish in the points. But I do know if you work hard like you usually do, good things you'll come your way. You can't work this hard and come this far to not get rewarded, my love. You can trust yourself to do your best, and to have the people that love you backing you up", you kissed the top of his head, "will you be here?", he asked.

"Of course I'll be, P. I don't care where you are on the grid as long as you are happy. I want you to succeed, but I always hope you never have to give up your happiness for it, nor your well-being", you said, feeling himself squeeze you closer to him, "how about we FaceTime your nieces and nephews? I bet they're dying to tell you some cool stories from their favourite uncle?".

.

"Y/N!", Pierre yelled for you from the home office, prompting you to lower the heat on the stove until you turn it off, wiping your hands in a kitchen towel before heading up the stairs to see Pierre with his iPad on his lap and his laptop screen showing the circuit for the next race.

"Dinner is almost ready, amour", you said kissing the top of his head, "what are you working on?", you asked, looking for any clues since none of his simulator gadgets were connected to his technological devices.

"I have this idea, and I don’t know how it will play out, I don't know if people will even adhe-", he stumbled his words out until you interrupted him, "how about you tell me, hm? We can go from there", you smiled, pushing the chair you usually use when you're working from home and listening to his idea. After he explained it to you, you smiled, "I think it's a beautiful idea, P", you said, kissing his hand you were holding on your own.

Like you promised him you'd do, you joined everyone else for the Spa run for the drivers who had unfortunately lost their lives there. Being there alone always made Pierre feel everything a little bit stronger, and knowing he had you there, amongst all the people that joined him despite the rainy conditions to honour the drivers.

.

You wanted to allow Pierre to unwind, so you put matters into your own hands. Since he was arriving home earlier than usual, you made the bed with fresh linen, got a cosy meal ready to bake in the oven and started getting the bath ready when he said he would be home in ten minutes, filling up the bath and lathering a nice smelling foam so you could spend a good amount of time and wash away all the troubles of the week, closing the tap when you noticed his car arriving at the garage.

"Mon amour", you said as you greeted at the top of the stairs, "Hello, mon ange", he greeted back, "I was looking for you downstairs and I couldn't find you, so I thought you were asleep", he said before he kissed your lips. "I have a nice and cosy evening planned for us, to unwind and relax, just ourselves", you explained, leading him to the bathroom where you discarded eachother's clothes.

The bath had been filled with tender and loving touches, whispers of sweet nothings in all different languages but felt the same way nonetheless, followed by a warm meal while watching a movie in bed, "thank you, for all of this and for all that you do for me and for us", he said, noticing you were about to brush him off, "no, you're not going to do that, because I mean it. Not all people would go to the trouble of doing all of this, of supporting me when I need, of being there when I'm scared or nervous, and you're there. Every single time, you're the one there holding my hand through it", he said sincerely, "and I can only thank you for it and make it my mission to show you how much I love and appreciate you every single day".

[mwebber]

I think the biggest reason why martian appeals to me over other f1 rivalries is that mark never won a wdc. He came sososo close in 2010 but ultimately was beaten by sebastian. Brocedes, prosenna, makkinen, etc, both parties have ensured that they will go down in history. Both have achievements outside of the other. However, mark is doomed to be forgotton by history and forgotten by everyone. That is, everyone except seb. Mark's career is only defined by seb's, but it isn't the same the other way round. They're obsessed with each other and you have made me obsessed with them. Diagnosed with martian brainrot and i'm afraid it's terminal <3 sorry for the long rant

so much to unpack here... like yeah no i'm with u, it's the whole humanizing factor of "almost" with mark that first made me overcome my initial squick. christ, even just sympathizing, it's a gut-wrenching loss. and immediately it's like, how did he cope, what did he do, etc, and i won't lie and say i haven't contributed to this, but it's really just grief porn, isn't it? bleakly realistic or exaggeratedly unrealistic depending on whose take it is, but grief porn nonetheless. who's the real mark webber?

i get what you're saying, but honestly, i'd contest it. mark isn't doomed to be forgotten by history; he's there in the history books as one of australia's best, and also he's literally a world champion in endurance racing. just because he never got that f1 championship doesn't mean he didn't succeed or find fame in other areas. i think there's this idea that he was shit as an f1 driver and his only thing is getting mopped by seb, but when you look at even just the stats, mark still beats out ricciardo. MARK WEBBER is the third-best driver red bull racing has ever had, third only to seb and max.

plus, like, he's literally fine with everything. he doesn't see himself as a victim or a tragic character, the man is just. living his best life! travelling the world! meeting cool people! girlblogging on instagram! not saying this is necessarily you, but i think when one gets deep in the fandom, it's really easy to latch onto the idea of these people and the fleeting snapshots of their stories that are captured in media, and miss the person themselves.

and i'd also argue that seb's career IS defined by mark. i know multi-21 feels commonplace on tumblr dot com, but when the masses of fans think of vettel, they think of malaysia 2013. they think of red bull and 4 championships in a row. sure, haters focus on the tail end of his ferrari career or how godawful aston martin's car was, and haters often have loud voices, but oh my goodness. seb's racing legacy is so deeply entwined with mark's. i think it's reductive to wave that off for the sake of the narrative comparison.

i love that you're just getting into martian, and i love the renaissance that's happening where people are finding their footholds with the ship and exploring the two of them, because there are a great many treasures to find! just be wary of falling into the larger fanon, i guess is what i'm trying to say. this ship has had over a decade to marinate and both seb and mark have had their identities and stories boxed into one-liners like the ones you've described. what else is there? that's where the gold is.

[wosomarvel]

communication - 02

warnings: light angst (idk if this counts as angst or not)

also, i'm so happy vilda is finally out, even if it is disappointing that it took so long. next, rubiales.

contigo jenni

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in the few months since sim had started at her new job, she was surprised at how well she'd been able to settle in. she'd gotten her new office set up with the necessary computers and camera equipment. she'd spent a lot of her down time roaming the facility when the girls weren't around. the young girl had filmed enough content to put up several posts on the lionesses' official social media accounts.

so far, the engagement was increasing compared to the content published before her arrival. sim knew better than to take her foot off the pedal, though. her drive to be good enough, to succeed, to be wanted would never let her rest.

that's how she found herself hunched over her laptop in her flat, empty coffee cups littering the desk. the sound of cars passing by outside the flat served as a tempting lullaby. sim's eyes stayed shut a little longer each time she blinked.

she was working on a short video for the lionesses' youtube page, clipping together pictures, short segments of video, and interview-like questions she'd asked the team during the most recent camp.

sim had had a great deal of fun at camp. she'd stayed in the same hotel as the team, which allowed her to catch some golden moments off the pitch that otherwise wouldn't be made public.

over the course of the week and a half she'd spent with the girls, she'd also found herself falling into an easy banter with most of them. she'd become fast friends with ella and alessia, the girls doing their best to bring sim out of her shell. leah had taken more of a watchful role, ensuring the young girl was finding everything okay.

as for the rest of the team, sim found a comfortable balance between friends and coworkers. she was alright with the more professional role she inhabited with them, content to observe and capture their interactions and movements through a lens.

even though it had only been a couple of months at the new job, it made sim uneasy how easy it was to fall into a rhythm with the team. she didn't want to be too much for anyone. she was constantly worrying about overstepping boundaries, or being too annoying. despite the multiple invites to go grab coffee with alessia and some of the other arsenal players since the end of camp, sim found it hard to believe that the girls really enjoyed her company that much.

the sound of her phone buzzing snapped sim out of her trance. she rubbed her eyes, reading over the text she had just received from alessia.

leah, beth and i are grabbing coffee after training later. want to join?

sim sighed, running a hand through the mess of curls on her head. she was reluctant to agree. she wanted to finish her current project and have the video published by wednesday morning. sim's back straightened when she realized that was now tomorrow morning.

another buzz from her phone.

leah says you don't have a choice. we'll pick you up at 3:30 (:

sim's eyebrows furrowed at the small smiley face tacked on to the end of the message, her grip on her phone slackening. she was reluctant to agree to the girl's demands, the self-imposed deadline looming dark.

she scratched at the skin just behind her ear, a nervous habit she'd picked up who knows when. she shot off a simple 'ok' to alessia, knowing her friend was too stubborn to relent. sim set the device down, turning her attention back to the editing software open on her laptop.

4:39 am. sim considered grabbing an energy drink and powering through the assignment in front of her, in the end, deciding against it. if she pushed herself any further, she'd be dead on her feet when she met less and the girls for coffee later.

sim set her computer down beside the bed, finally allowing herself to surrender to sleep for the first time in almost 48 hours.

-----

they were late. very late.

sim was leaning against the cold concrete pillar outside her building, the surface reminding her of the sides of a swimming pool. she might as well be in one, with how hard it was raining.

she glanced at the time blinking on her watch. 4:09 pm. she sighed. she'd only ended up sleeping for 5 hours. she'd woken up to thoughts of the stupid youtube video she was supposed to have uploaded. it seemed as though her brain would not let her catch a break. she couldn't escape her anxiety, even in her sleep.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry we're late. we were reviewing film after training and breaking down the next match-"

"less, it's okay." sim cut off the rambling of the forward, allowing herself to be guided into the backseat of the sedan that had just pulled up, with leah driving and beth occupying the front passenger seat.

sim sank into the black leather seats, grateful for the warmth the car provided., setting her crutch sideways on her lap. she watched the city move by through the window, running her fingers over the stitching on the seats. she was still new to the city, not quite acquainted with the packed streets of london. she'd moved down here for her new job with the lionesses.

sim was secretly grateful for the number of women's football teams based in london. despite the size of the city, it was nice that so many of the lionesses played here. it made the weight of the loneliness she felt ease a bit.

"what's your order, then?" asked leah as they stepped into the small coffee shop.

"oh, i'll just order mine separately."

"that's nonsense. i invited you out, i pay," leah asserted. sim let out a long exhale, knowing she wasn't going to be allowed to pay for her own.

"i'll just do an iced coffee with two creams and two sugars. but i've got next," sim replied.

accepting money from others had always made sim feel uncomfortable. it was something that had been drilled into her head growing up, a fundamental piece of punjabi culture. never accept money from others, and always offer to pay. sim decided to forgo the last part. the move to london had almost bankrupted her and while her new wages were certainly a nice increase from the waitressing job she'd worked previously, her bank account wasn't exactly thriving.

"what were you doing up so early this morning?" alessia asked as they settled into a corner booth.

sim raised an eyebrow at the question. "i could ask you the same thing."

"i had an early night and got up early for a run with the team. you still haven't answered my question."

"yeah, at least we know less is sleeping. you on the other hand... you've looked better, i'll leave it at that," beth added with a chuckle.

"thanks, beth, you really know how to make a girl smile," sim said, a smile taking over her face.

"alright, seriously, answer the question now. enough stalling." sim could see the gentle concern behind the smile on leah's face.

she didn't know why leah was so worried. she knew that maybe her sleeping habits were less than healthy, but she couldn't understand why leah cared. they'd known each other for barely three months. that hadn't stopped the defender from taking on a sibling type role in sim's life, though.

she shrugged, sipping on the coffee before setting it back down on the table. "just working on this new video for the youtube. i've gotta have it up by tomorrow morning." sim kept her focus on the surface of the table, and the way the condensation from her cup was pooling around the edge.

eye contact had never been something that came easy to sim.

alessia's eyebrows furrowed. "so you decided you'd pull another all-nighter to get it done?"

"technically, it wasn't an all-nighter because after i got your text, i went to bed," sim mumbled, swirling the ice around her cup. she used the sleeve of her sweater to wipe at the pool of water on the table.

leah frowned. "what do you mean, another all-nighter?"

sim groaned. leah was like an annoying, overbearing parent. she was only 5 years older than sim, which only frustrated the girl even more.

"sim, i know you're worried about keeping the job, but running yourself into the ground won't do you any favors. i've heard some of the higher-ups talking, and they're already impressed. it sounds like we've already got some new sponsorships coming through. take care of yourself, alright? ease up."

sim looked up to meet leah's eyes. she saw the worry reflected in the tightness of leah's eyebrows, the way her eyes roved over her own face, taking in the bags under sim's eyes and then down to the hunch of her shoulders.

"we've got tomorrow off as a rest day. why don't you come by my place? i'm having some of the girls come around for a movie marathon," alessia offered.

a smile graced sim's face. she ignored the way her heart leaped at the chance to spend time with alessia, labelling it as friendly excitement.

"i'll be there."

"you're a good kid, sim. you work hard, but remember to rest sometimes too," beth said softly, putting an arm around sim's shoulder and squeezing gently.

sim allowed herself to lean into the comfort. she was exhausted. and technically, she reminded herself, the video didn't actually have to be up until saturday. as much as she wanted it up early to impress her superiors, she knew the girls were right.

sim let herself enjoy the rest of the afternoon with her friends, joining in on the laughter and jokes, letting herself get carried away in conversation. it didn't hurt that at some point, alessia had reached across the table and taken sim's hands in her own, playing with her fingers as the day progressed.

sim missed the knowing looks leah and beth exchanged after glancing down at hers and alessia's hands.

-----

"are you going to introduce us to your girl or what?" the voice of one kim little rang out as everyone got settled onto the sofas in alessia's living room.

a red flush took over sim's face. sim had been ignoring the way alessia made her feel when they were inhabiting the same space.

she found herself naturally drawn to alessia's blonde hair and blue eyes, to the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, to her eyelashes and her smile and the soft skin of her hands and the warm embrace of her body. she made sim feel safe and free from judgement.

sim ignored the feeling of warmth she experienced at even the slightest touch from the footballer. she ignored the feeling of satisfaction whenever she managed to make alessia laugh. she brushed all those feelings aside, pushed them down until they were nothing more than a quiet voice at the back of her mind. after all, they'd only known each other a few months and there was no way alessia russo would reciprocate. she was way out of sim's league.

"she's not my girl, but fine. guys, this is sim, she works in media for the national team. she's also a dear friend, so be nice." sim knew her blush would only have gotten worse with the arm alessia had slung over her shoulder. she was grateful that the lights were already dimmed in preparation for the movie marathon, or she would have to deal with relentless teasing from leah and beth. knowing them, they would've roped in lotte as well.

sim waved shyly to the room. most of the team, she'd never met. she'd met lina in passing once at london colney when alessia had asked for a ride after training. the short-haired girl had simply waved at the two before getting into her own car and driving away.

"well, sim, don't just stand there. come make yourself comfortable," leah teased. "and don't worry," she addressed the rest of the team, "once she gets comfortable she's not nearly as quiet."

sim moved to take the open spot next to leah on the ground, leaning against the couch, alessia settling in on her other side.

by the end of the first movie, sim was trying and failing to keep from falling asleep. even worse, every time she nodded off, her head ended up resting on alessia's shoulder.

the 6th time it happened, alessia had had enough. she wrapped her arm around sim's body and pulled her closer, tugging the blanket they were sharing up to cover their shoulders.

sim relaxed slightly, appreciating the warmth surrounding her. if she'd been more alert, she would've had the sense to feel embarrassed. instead, the next time she nodded off, she stayed sleeping.

alessia stilled, not daring to move a muscle in case it woke the younger girl up.

"let her sleep," leah whispered softly. "she's earned it."

alessia nodded in agreement. she brought a hand up to sim's curly hair, carding her hands through in an attempt to keep her sleeping.

while the two shared this peaceful moment, beth leaned off of the couch above them, stretching to grab a photo before sending it to the lioness's group chat.

alessia glanced at the notification on her phone but couldn't bring herself to care for the remarks the rest of her national teammates had already starting making. not with sim's warm body curled up against hers under the blanket. she only hoped the teasing wouldn't scare her away.

alessia was determined to bring sim out of her shell, to find out why the younger girl was trying so hard to keep the team at such a distance.

the team had taken a liking to sim, immediately accepting her as a part of the family. they'd never done so with a member of staff before, but they couldn't help enjoying the time sim spent with them. she did her job with such care and respect for their privacy that they'd wanted to look out for her even without their coach's request.

sim made sure to get their approval before posting something online, wanting to make sure she wasn't crossing boundaries or sharing information that the girls weren't comfortable with having public. she reminded them to rest and recover properly. she never asked questions that made the team uncomfortable. she was so easy to work with and the team had taken her in without hesitation, wanting to return the kindness she was so intent on showing to them.

they would let sim fall asleep on their shoulders any time, anywhere, if it meant the girl got some rest.

leah smiled softly as she watched alessia press a gentle kiss to sim's hair before quietly asking the rest of the team what movie they should play next. the gunners took care to make sure they wouldn't wake anyone up.

sim didn't know it, but she'd found herself a family.

[otdiaftg]

Neil steals the same parking spot he'd found the car in. He goes back to his spot on the couch and Aaron continues to the locker room to get back into his court gear. Neil tries not to resent his good health and almost succeeds.

Day: Thursday, January 4th Time: 7:10 PM EST

[dizzyduck44]

Time to start unpacking my thoughts following Brazil. Let’s start with Charles.

Seeing Red 🏎

Let me start this by saying since 2020/2021 I have been a firm believer there were 4 World Champions on the grid, Lewis, Seb, Fernando and Kimi and 4 future World Champions in Max, Charles, George and Lando.

I can vividly remember watching Max in those first couple of seasons. Impulsive, reckless, but quick and flashes of the amazing talent that was to come. I can remember telling people Max was a future World Champion in the making and getting laughed at.

Similarly with Charles. That first half of his season was standard rookie fare, accidents, mistakes and almosts. The second half, oh wow! The talent was clear for everyone to see. By summer we were debating which former World Champion was being ousted from Ferrari as there was no way he wasn’t driving for them next season.

As all this was going down George and Lando were around the paddock. Already familiar faces at Mercedes and McLaren. They burst into F1 in 2019 and I still remember the first time Lando caught my attention. Qualifying 8th in his first race in a car I had been likening to a milk float for the last 4 seasons.

All 4 had arrived to their F1 seat with a tide behind them. The whisperings from a young age “this one is special”. They arrived with 4 of the biggest teams in the paddock backing them. This was the future of F1. Bring it on!!

Fast forward to 2023. Max is a three time World Champion. The man looks the finished article.

Lando has slowly but steadily embedding himself into the top 5 drivers of the season year in year out, his faith in McLaren is coming good and he is one of the most exciting drivers to watch of a weekend.

George learnt his trade at Williams, gained the respect of the grid so much they made him GPDA rep and got his much deserved move to Mercedes. It’s not been the easiest time and he has annoyed a lot of fans along the way but he still finds himself towards the front of the grid most weekends in a team of champions. Maybe he overthinks his races, but he never stops trying.

Then there is Charles. I think Charles is the most natural god given talent of the 4. Where the others have had to learn, it seems as natural as breathing to him. In equal machinery, he is the fastest, there is no doubt in my mind. 21 poles say it all. Over one lap, he is a demon.

Yes Charles is all emotion and sometimes his desire to succeed hinders him, sometimes it gives him the edge. He is the driver that I have been least shocked to see him bin it and the one who has gobsmacked me most often with his talent.

That aside, realistically Charles should be knocking on the door of that World Championship by now. As much as I’m loving seeing Lando be Max’s shadow, I can’t be alone in my shock it’s not Charles?

For all his faults, how many points have Ferrari and their incompetence taken from him? I’ve lost track of the awful strategy calls, the bad pit stops, the car taking itself to the shadow realm when we least expect it.

I’m a McLaren girly but I know I’m not alone in the heartbreak of watching Charles hit the barrier on the formation lap. He doesn’t deserve this!

Charles has the talent no question. It’s being wasted at Ferrari, by Ferrari themselves. It’s maddening because I want what’s best for this sport and Charles able to drive to his natural talent and ability is what is best for the sport. This is the first season I’ve questioned is he one of the best 5 drivers on the grid.

The troubling thing for Charles now is the numbers are 3 World Champions on the grid Lewis, Fernando and Max and still 4 World Champions in the making, as hello Oscar 👋. Oscar is showing that same natural talent Charles did in his rookie season. Even more troubling, Lando looks to be the one banging on the door of a Championship. The last 6 races have shown he’s ready but more importantly, so are McLaren.

I’m not sure what will happen if Lando, George or god forbid Oscar get there first. The pain for Charles will be unbearable and too cruel.

It’s that bad already a McLaren fan is writing essays about Charles.

[oliviablancmom]

AN: Just and ideia that it's living in my head. Maybe I'll keep writing, maybe not. Just let me know.

Warnings: none, well, maybe Jos being Jos. Also this is childhood sweethearts to forbidden love to enemies to lovers kinda of thing. And also there's no title yet, give me some ideias. English it's not my first language.

1. Age twelve

After the incident between Max and Josh, the karts are realigned for a new start. Mom looked on apprehensively, while Dad assured Josh that he was fine and had no damage to the car, allowing him to start again. Unlike Max, who, for having caused the incident, was disqualified from that stage, it wasn't long before he appeared, huffing and stomping as he walked towards us in the stands. My mother holds her arms out to him in a hug, and he reluctantly returns it. I see my dad coming over too and patting Max on the shoulder.

"It wasn't fair, Uncle Clark. It wasn't fair at all," he says, angry.

"You guys did exactly the same thing, Max. It was obvious that one of the two was going to get hurt." Max huffs and sits down next to me, swinging his leg constantly.

"That's it; you boys are going all out and taking this too serious," my mother says, holding the youngest's head and leaving a kiss there. I roll my eyes. Max was extremely adored by my parents. Josh used to joke that he was "the favorite son," and they, with their good old-fashioned sense of parenting humor, replied that they loved all their kids the same.

The two turn their attention back to the race, and I to my drawings. I watch Max full of anxiety; he hates being in the stands when he could have been running. He runs his hands over his face, mumbles something I don't understand, and finally seems to realize I'm there.

"Jesus, Olivia. You've come to the race; it's almost like you haven't." - He pulls up on my ponytail as he leans against the bleacher seat.

"I already told you not to do that anymore." I stare at him, irritated. He rolls his eyes, a smile on the corner of his lips. That was the thing about Max—he loved to annoy me. Mom used to say that boys his age were "just like that", which I didn't understand since I was only one year younger and not as stupid as he was.

"Why do you keep coming to the races anyway? If You just keep making these stupid drawings. He pulls the sketchbook out of my hands and starts looking at it." To my surprise, he doesn't make any mocking comments about the drawings. The audience cheers for something, and Max hands me the sketch as he gets up to look at the screen.

"Come on, Josh," he says quietly, sitting back down and adjusting his hat on top of his head. - "Your brother is horrible. He pulls me out of the race to be overtaken in a ridiculous way."

"My brother isn't horrible;" I say annoyed.

"Oh, you wouldn't know, Olivia. You don't even watch the races," he accuses.

"Of course I do. I always watch the races for my brother"; I cross my arms. Max laughs and turns to face me.

"Really livie, when you decide to watch it, it's not for Josh that you do." I frown in confusion. "You know I'm better than him, and I know you know, because deep down, it's me you root for." I feel my heart race and my face turn red.

"Well, if you're so good, why are you here and not on the track?" I say this to annoy him, and I succeed because he gets serious and goes back to focusing on the race.

"The fact that you're talking to me and not rooting for your brother proves my point," he smirks. "And besides, what he did wasn't fair; it was a bit of luck for him". He shrugs.

When I think about replying, I see Jos Verstappen approaching furiously.

"Max! Let's go to the hotel," he says furiously.

"I want to see the race." Max's voice changes, and I see his face turning red again.

We can take him later, Jos. My mother approaches.

" Boy, I told you, 'Let's go to the hotel' it wasn't a question." His voice increases.

"But dad..."

I feel my heart squeeze. I never liked Max's father. Ever since we became family friends, Jos has always fueled competition between him and my brother in the worst possible ways. Max snorts and waves slightly at my parents, who don't like Jos' attitude at all.

" That's enough. You lost; you made a stupid move, and you lost. There's nothing to see if you're not on the track." Jos pulls Max by the arm, forcing him to his feet.

"Bye Max."

"Bye, Olivia."

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Just to be clear, that's all for fun. Let me know what you guys think and if you wanna know more about this two. Again english it's not my first language, and this is my first imagine ever so please be nice. 🥹

[tyanis]

Out of Context Quotes FanFic Game!

Rules:

Post funny/weird out of context quotes and/or thoughts from your fic(s) with the only context given is what character the quote is from.

Post as many or as few as you want. But maybe keep it under 50.

Tag other fic writers. You don't need to be tagged to join, however.

Optional: Add a link at the bottom to the fic(s) the qoutes and thoughts came from.

Sound good? Ok, I'll start.

Quotes under the cut. And all these are from a currently incomplete Resident Evil 2 Remake fic.

"Don't know. But I walked through there earlier and now I feel a little offended that a mythical beast was mooning me." - Leon

"Thanks, I dressed myself." - Claire

...what do I say? I was sure you were dead? I hated being here without you? Did it hurt when you fell from the fence? - Leon

"Yes, yes... if my tiny woman muscles give out over something that's less than ten pounds, I'll let ya know." - Claire

Good job, brain. Proud of you. - Claire

"Yeah but... with beer?!" - Leon

I mean, the only way I can top all that awkwardness is by blowing up. - Claire

"Ah, prom night... I can already tell this is gonna be bad." - Leon

"Look, how about this. You believe in me enough for both of us and maybe I'll succeed and not horribly maim you. Deal?" - Claire

"Now take that owl over there. Unlike you, he actually had a brain. Removed it myself..." - Irons

"Yes sweety. He blew up the car." - Claire

"Well, I'm starting to suspect I'm not gonna have a future here in Raccoon City considering everything is on fire and the populace is eating itself..." - Leon

"I was scooting around screaming like a chimp with his dick stuck in a mousetrap." - Claire

"Hey! You like my heels?! 'Cause I sure as fuck do!" - Ada

"Hey, here's a little secret, Leon. I'm kinda stupid." - Claire

A vending machine... A fucking vending machine! - Leon

"I have eyes and a memory that spans more than ten minutes." - Claire

"It made acid." - Sherry

"Ahh... just enough room, I'll probably only bump my head a few times. But that's ok, I got a pretty thick skull. Had to sacrifice a lot of brain space for that, but nobody's noticed so far." - Claire

Hey legs? I know we almost died again but maybe start working?! - Claire

"You want me to throw some toothbrushes at it?" - Leon

"Oh no, not dust! The horror! How will we ever survive?" - Claire

"You fell out the same window twice." - Leon

Whoa, hey there buddy! Where's that hand goin'?! I know you're excited to get that shotgun, but goddamn. - Claire

"I don't take orders from you. I will land on that pavement like a man!" - Leon

No, don't stop yet! I spent most of "nice comfort time" all pissed off. - Claire

"This thing is jiggling and I don't know what that means!" - Claire

"I'm not supposed to hit people with flashlights!" - Sherry

"Speaking of balls to the face... I got beaned in the head with a baseball once." - Leon

"My ass hurts." - Claire

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And done! Sure were a lot from Claire lol. But yeah, all of these quotes came from this incomplete Cleon fic. Now, to tag people...

Let's go with @brokenangelwings22 @leonisdumbasallhell @nspired1fanfiction but anyone can join!

[fettuccin-e]

Our favorite boys!! This show continues to take over my life and I truly don't know if I will ever be the same. Marc and Steven are both so wonderful and also I am constantly horny for Oscar Isaac so that doesn't help.

Too Much 18+

>> Steven doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with this kind of thing, and with a girl like you, sometimes he can get a little overwhelmed in the best of ways. (I wanted to write something where Steven gets pussydrunk that’s it babey) w/c: 838

Gold-Skinned and Eager 18+

>> You confess to Steven that no one has ever eaten you out before. Steven wants to show you what you've been missing for so long. (soft!dom steven is my lifeblood god bless) w/c: 1.0K

Make It Bruise 18+

>> You've been a brat to Steven all day, in the hopes that you can finally just make him snap and fuck you as rough as he can. You succeed, but Steven needs to punish you first. (steven is definitely more of a dom in this one hooray) w/c: 1.5K

A Little Show 18+

>> Steven finds out of about the job you used to have before you met him. You brace yourself for his rejection, but Steven has a far different reaction. It's a reaction you both can enjoy. (written for kinktober day 10: stripping) w/c: 1.3K

Like It Like That 18+

>> Marc makes Steven want to try something a little different with you. No, it makes him need to try something different. You're happy to let him. (written for kinktober day 16: role-reversal) w/c: 897

Man in the Mirror 18+

>> Steven watches you and Marc from the mirror across the bed. He should give you both privacy, but Steven can't seem to pull himself away. (written for kinktober day 19: voyeurism) w/c: 1K

It's Never Easy 18+

>> You just need relief, so badly, but Steven doesn't want to let you cum. The other boys seem to agree. (a fic with all three moonboys. written for kinktober day 24: edging) w/c: 1.3K

"Well, I've honestly never had sex before..." - Blurb Request (featuring virgin!Steven)

"Just a little more." - Blurb Request (featuring softdom!Steven)

Far Too Long 18+

>> Marc’s been gone for so long, and your dildo is barely enough to tide you over until your boyfriend is with you again. Luckily, Marc is getting back home earlier than you first thought. (daddy Marc catches her with her favorite toy and rails her into next week, that’s it) w/c: 1.6K

Glowing White 18+

>> Marc thinks the suit is ridiculous, you think it’s fucking hot. And when he looks like that, you can’t keep your thoughts to yourself for too long. (she fucks Marc in the moon knight suit. there u go) w/c: 1.1K

How Many Does It Take 18+

>> Marc is ridiculously good in bed. Almost too good. You've tried to tell him that it's too much, that you're too sensitive, but he just keeps going. You know how to make it all stop. (there is safe word use in this one!! but its not suuuuper angsty!!) w/c: 1.3K

A Soft Ray of Sunlight 18+

>> Marc finds you in his clothes. It affects him a bit more than he thinks it should. w/c: 1.7K

Sandwiched between Marc and Layla 18+

>> A blurb about what it would be like to be between Marc and Layla. (w/c: 146)

In The Rearview 18+

>> Jake loves taking you dancing, but his favorite part is the end of the night, when he can get you hot and bothered. So bothered, in fact, that you just can’t wait until you get home. (she’s getting fingered in the car you guys) w/c: 1.4K

[maranello]

Why is Santander the root of all evil 😗 very curious to know

Sigh. Okay. Just know that I am not un-biased and I am just. tired and fed up fed up with Ferrari F1 shenanigans. Buckle up, kids, this is going to be a long one:

1. In the two periods of Santander's relationship with Ferrari (2010-2017; 2021-current), we have seen a Spanish driver in a Ferrari seat, questionable-at-best management decisions and from the pit wall, the phrase "internal politics" underlie every conversation surrounding why Ferrari has not won another title since 2007/2008, while Red Bull somehow are snagging consecutive titles. Did I mention our cars are not performing well either?

So if I had a nickel. For every time this has happened. I would have two nickels. And two times is not much in the grand scheme of things, but it is in the span of 15 years. Like. 10 out of the 15 years. You know, the very same 15 years since Ferrari last won an F1 title.

I personally think if you have not won a title in 15 years maybe you should stop doing the same things that have not won you a title in those 15 years. 2. Putting the viscerally unsavory flashbacks of longsuffering tifosi and outright conspiracy theories aside, to put it bluntly: Santander Group, a Spanish bank, had been the title sponsor (first period) and is one of the the biggest sponsors (current period) of Scuderia Ferrari F1. When you are such a big sponsor, you have a say in things, and Santander have a vested interest in seeing the Spanish driver they are backing to succeed at Ferrari. Now, whether that is in Scuderia Ferrari's best interests or gives it the best shot at winning anything is a different matter— The board and the management of Ferrari are obligated to contend with what Santander wants. It would be wrong to assume that Santander can single-handedly call the shots in Ferrari as a big sponsor, but it would also be wrong to deny that they can, possibly do, and likely have played a part in the famed internal politics of Scuderia Ferrari in the time(s) that they have been sponsors. 3. It is one thing to say that Silverstone 2022 was "gifted" to Carlos Sainz Jr. But another to highlight what Santander's official account posted under Ferrari's post praising Charles' efforts in the race (after the pit wall royally screwed his race up with a win on the line and more importantly, a championship, mind you, at that point, still to play for):

While we always have to keep in mind that official social media accounts are often just corporate personas and are very deliberate about what they do to get your sympathy and your engagement— What can you possibly gather from a comment like that?

I want to see Scuderia Ferrari consistently challenging for and winning championships again. I want to see decisions being made that support this goal. At that point in 2022, Charles was still our best and realistically only shot. To see a comment being made like that so blatantly on an official account that could (and from a PR standpoint, should've!!!) easily be using corporate teamwork language?

It was hard to give Santander the benefit of the doubt that this partnership, this time, does enough to serve Ferrari in its goals rather than obstruct it. And a large part of that is also on management for not being firm with how much input to take balancing what a sponsor wants and what is good for the team.

4. The bulk of the issues that Ferrari fans have with this whole Santander situation has a lot more to do with Ferrari's internal politics getting in the way of doing what needs to be done on a management level to win - and the way that affects the relationship of Ferrari with other talented drivers, such as Kimi Räikkönen (which this article someone dug up on Twitter from 2012 goes into) and Felipe Massa, whom I need you to remember was not just some almost-world champion of 2008, but was considered one of the very best talents of his generation and groomed to be the heir of Michael at Ferrari in 2006.

This is not a knock at "Santander-backed" drivers or to say they unfairly got their positions and brought nothing to the table. I, for one, have a soft spot for the Fernando Alonso years because he was the first Ferrari driver I actually got to see race in person. He came so close to the title in 2010. And to this day I still have no idea how he was a title contender to the end with that car in 2012. And clearly in the year of our lord 2023, you see he still has that killer drive to get to whatever team it takes that can give him the best shot at winning and still has all the talent in the world + experience as a 2X F1 world champion/Le Mans winner today to back it up. (I would have loved to be watching him race if I could bear to look at Formula 1 this year with how Ferrari is doing.)

Charles Leclerc is, to the tifosi, and I believe to good part of Ferrari itself and many who had been a part of Ferrari, special, though. He is a generational talent. He has grown up through the ranks of Ferrari's own driver academy and is the very first to make it to the works team, in a very short time too. To many of us longsuffering Ferrari fans, it seems that surely, provided he has the right car and a good team in the pits and on the wall, he will bring the championship back to us. If Ferrari cannot win with him, who has been steadfast and loyal even through a rough year like 2020 and has performed nothing short of miracles with a shitbox of a car, then Ferrari's the problem. And the biggest problem being things—whether it is internal politics (largely) or ego (also huge) or plain bad decision making (I don't know how to fix this) or technological development (least of our problems really, Ferrari is capable of producing good cars)—keep getting in the way of Ferrari fixing its problems and winning a goddamn championship.

So, we are at Santander Ferrari 2: Electric Boogaloo. Charles' current 5-year contract is ending in 2024. If, let's just say, poor decision-making from the pit wall at crucial moments costing not just wins but potential championship contention, internal politicking that seem to leave a legendary racing marque completely unable to get out of a 15-years-and-counting deep hole it keeps digging further, technological developments that despite sacrificing seasons for keep missing the regulations and even when it gets marginally right will ultimately be sniped by poor pit wall calls or the FIA & co. anyways, etc., Charles, who has taken the brunt of a lot of blame off the shoulders of the team and repeatedly reiterated his dedication to winning the title with Ferrari, decides to look elsewhere—

Do you see why alarm bells are ringing for Ferrari fans?

I feel that it's just such a misrepresentation to say that all the reaction we have been seeing against Santander are just Charles Leclerc fangirls looking to discredit Carlos Sainz Jr., making up conspiracy theories about "Sainztander," and bullying his fans etc. Santander meddling in Ferrari is not a newly invented narrative nor is it a completely unfounded suspicion by salty fans.

To me, Ferrari will always come first. Ferrari always should come first. So it is great when the interests of big sponsors, drivers, the management, and the team itself all align. It is also incredibly rare. This entanglement with Santander, from 2021 onwards, just increasingly feels like a mistake because it seems that—and I hope to God I am wrong—Ferrari has not learned anything from our first stint with Santander, and it will cost us.

5. So we arrive here: the morning of April 15, 2023.

Lapo Elkann, with his wild eyes and tattoos, colorful personality (and personal history) to match the blazers and pants he wears, has been in a lot of contact with his brother John Elkann, the chosen heir of the Agnelli family of Fiat fortune, recently. After a period of rather unusual quietness on his usually busy Twitter— perhaps coinciding with the various woes that have been falling upon family-owned sports franchises named Juventus FC and Scuderia Ferrari, of which he is an avid and active fan of— Lapo has returned to the public light, tweeting his thoughts on anything that he sees fit, punctuated with pithy uses of CAPITALIZATION and a variegated arsenal of emojis 🔥���🙏👀.

AND SO, on this fine morning of April 15, 2023— nearly two weeks after a disastrous Australian Grand Prix to forget for Scuderia Ferrari— Lapo Elkann tweeted thus:

Ferrari 🏎️ needs ❤️ Seriousness and [a] Winning Team in the Pits and Outside it's time to WAKE UP enough with politics and games like this WE WILL NEVER WIN ‼️ ‼ ‼ ‼ ‼

Is—

Is that—

Mamma mia.

Here we go agai—

[unloneliest]

talking about a role swap/somewhat darker au of original leverage with @asterlark & having an absolute ball in this bitch

parker (aka p@rk3r) as a hacker/architect of plans/manipulator of systems. in canon she's already a brilliant mathmatician, and the biggest change in this au is that rather than getting involved with getaway driving/car theft in upper elementary/middle school, she starts learning to code & hack. whether or not she continues her education past middle school, her learning is in her own hands & it's a choice she makes. she's still very isolated and singular, but somewhat less so than in canon—as a hacker, she's somewhat more able to find other people who are strange like her.

hardison as a grifter/fabricator/with some complimentary digital skills, though it's not what he specializes in. he goes by alec in this AU. much like this alternate parker, he just had slightly different formative experiences and landed on a different specialization—the people skills he mentioned learning going door to door with a foster family, his background in theater tech (is that canon?). creating a believable person out of nothing becomes the game for him, and a tool. he connects so well with others in canon, and that's the key unchanging piece here.

eliot as the thief. we see a bit of that with how he presents himself in the pilot as a retrieval specialist—but this eliot would have a big key difference from canon. he comes from a similar background of violence, but he got out before getting too involved with moreau. and that means he trusts his own judgement in a way he doesn't in canon. he trusts himself to discern others' trustworthiness and moral character. this is an eliot who can fight, but chooses not to—not just with guns. he looks, moves and behaves very differently in some ways, but is exactly the same in others. an equally high level of body control and awareness is required of both hitters and thieves, but with different ultimate goals/specifications—different form due to different function.

sophie is annie croy (of the beantown bailout job) in this au, and she's the hitter of the team. she's rougher around the edges, but equally as canny & insightful. she's very commanding; intimidating in the way the canon glimpse of annie croy is. she has canon hardison's grift difficulties as the team comes together—prone to overdoing it—in part because she knows she can just shoot her way out if things go sideways for her. she has none of eliot's qualms with killing, though.

in this AU, nate's not on the team. the treatment was approved for his son, but did not succeed, and he and maggie still divorce. in this AU there's no initiating event to drive nate's moral split from IYS, so there is no split, and one of the things he throws himself into in the aftermath is his work. but there's no one left he's close to who could keep him from crossing lines, the way we see him behave at his worst in canon. the nate of this AU is not a pleasant or good person.

in this AU, the team are somewhat less known to be lone wolves—they almost entirely work alone, but not entirely.

parker, alec and eliot get implicated, framed for the same job, when all of what they'd done was solo and none of them did the big crime that they're accused of. and it's a very out of control nate who's investigating the crime that occurred.

they team up in a just-this-once manner to escape the situation they're in, but when things get worse, they reach out to annie croy to join their crew. and the four of them click in a very unexpected way. they have fun together, and they kick ass. things come very down to the wire with nate, though they do succeed. there is no single mastermind, but the group works together in a much more equal way to plan, and it works.

tentatively, they make plans to work together again, & it settles into a more permanent group—one where they help people, much of the time, but sometimes they just do the ruining rich people's lives part without the "for the hyper specific benefit of individuals harmed by said rich people" part. nate is their biggest running villain.

sterling is the inside guy they have, when that's needed. he's the person nate's closest with at this point in time but nate is even acting in a way that's too much for sterling and it's enough to cause sterling to separate himself somewhat from IYS & occasionally work with the team. none of them still like him, but this time it's just because he's still an insufferable person even if they're in alignment.

ultimately, in this au, annie croy both kills nate & fucks maggie, and she's right for that. i support women's wrongs <3