#ask kristian-do

[sunnibits]

Wondering what the Con, Nathan and Kristian vibe will be. If Con and Nathan are feral, snipey and horny, what new dynamic will Kristian being there add?

I don’t know but I think my soul is going to ascend out of the roof either way. I can’t believe there’s gonna be another convention I couldn’t even handle this one I think I might just die tbh

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {4}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: A single photo puts half of the truth out into the world. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fingering, swearing WC: 2.3k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five

Round Nineteen - Mexico 2022 You woke to a delicious smell and felt the strains of the free practices deep in your bones and every muscle protested the movements needed to get out of bed. Giving up, you laid there for a minute more, mentally preparing for the final free practice and qualifying race, before tossing the blankets back. 

You probably looked like a zombie the way you stumbled your way bleary eyed through the hotel suite to find Charles cooking breakfast. 

“Good morning, baby.” Lando grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into his lap while he waited patiently at the table.

“Just morning,” you grumbled with a yawn. “Nothing is good before noon.”

“I can think of one thing,” he teased as his fingertips traced the curve of your leg.

“Feeling a little tender, chérie?” Charles asked with a kiss to your forehead as he placed two plates on the table. “We can give you a massage after breakfast. Bon appétit.”

“Okay, maybe there’s a few good things in the morning,” you conceded before opening your mouth for the forkful of food Lando offered. “Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

“Sorry, love, Zak’s invited me and Danny to a charity event,” Lando apologised with a pout. “I’m sure Charles can take care of you all on his lonesome.”

“Of course,” Charles said with a soft smile, “but I’d rather you be with us.”

You shifted on his lap to face him and kissed your way along his jaw to his lips. “Me too.”

“Me three,” he murmured when you pulled back to finish eating.

As promised, after breakfast you found yourself lying face down on the bed with massage oil drizzled over your skin. Heavenly moans filled the pillow your face was buried in as the two of them found every knot in your muscles and eased them away with their strong hands. 

“I hope you don’t make sounds like that for Kristian,” Lando teased. He had given up helping Charles working his way along your body and instead parted your legs to focus his touch on one particular place. 

“Can’t say he’s ever fingered me,” you said before laughing at the soft spank he responded with. “Yet.” Heat burned across your ass at the smack he dealt and your yelp turned to a moan as he soothed the sensitive skin with his palm before kissing it softly. 

“I think our Lando is a little possessive of you, chérie.”

You squirmed on the mattress as his fingers worked their way back into you to find your cunt soaked for him. “I like it.”

“I’m not possessive, I just don’t want to share with you anyone else.”

You lifted your head from the pillow and found Charles’ lips pressed lightly as he tried not to laugh but the amusement was thick in his voice, “That’s what possessive means, mon cher.”

You felt sorry for Charles as he was given a three-place grid penalty for something that wasn’t entirely his own fault. It was easy for the stewards to say he could have used his wing mirrors to see George coming up behind him on his flying lap but the window of view was so small that the stars had to align to actually see anything and react in time. 

His engineer should have warned him.

The urge to go to Ferrari and find him almost won but Max called out before you could leave the garage. “Do you have plans for dinner tonight?”

“Uh, yeah, I do,” you said as you scratched the nape of your neck nervously, something that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Is it a date?” You hated how intense his scrutiny was and his eyes narrowed the longer the question went unanswered. 

“Does it matter?”

“You’re dodging the question, zusje.” Max crossed his arms and looked over your shoulder. “Who is he?”

“Who’s who?” Your mood turned sour as you heard Jos’ voice behind you. “Are you coming to dinner?”

Max shook his head. “She’s going on a date.”

“And even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t choose to spend my evening with you,” you said as you turned to face your father. 

“You have a boyfriend?” Jos asked with a tick in his jaw. “Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”

“Let’s list off the reasons. 1) it’s none of your fucking business, 2) it’s none of your fucking business, 3) it’s none of your-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Max growled as he dropped his arm over your shoulder and turned you away. “We’ll talk about this later, go calm down somewhere.”

You stormed out of the garage without a goodbye and straight into Ferrari’s next door, ignoring the looks they gave you as you climbed the stairs to where the driver’s rooms were. 

Carlos had just opened his door as you were passing it and he looked a little dishevelled and disappointed as he sighed to himself, and you could only imagine how much worse Charles was feeling. “Tough quali for you guys,” you said as you caught his attention and accepted the hug he offered. “How’s he doing?”

“Pissed off. Xavi is probably hiding in a hole somewhere by now. I would if I were him,” he huffed a humourless laugh. “It’s good that you're going out to dinner, I don’t think he would leave his room otherwise.”

“That’s what friends are for.” You gave Carlos a little wave as he went on his way before you knocked on Charles' door. “Hey, it’s me.”

The door opened before you had even finished speaking and you slipped inside quietly as you saw the sullen look on his face. Needing to comfort him, you caught the door with your shoe and kicked it shut so you could cup his face in your hands and pull him into a kiss. 

“I forgo-” You froze against Charles as the door swung open and Carlos filled the doorway, his jaw slack as he stared wide-eyed. “What the fuck, mate,” he hissed quietly as he stepped inside and closed the door shut. “You know Max is going to kill you, right?”

“I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Charles muttered as he stepped back and took your hand instead. “What did you forget?”

“Huh? Shit, I forgot.” Carlos frowned and looked back at the door. “So…Just friends, ay?”

“Not just friends,” you chuckled, squeezing Charles’ hand. “But not ready to go public just yet.”

“Because of Max?”

“Because of Lando,” Charles admitted. 

“Ohhhh, because he’s been in love with her forever and you got the girl,” Carlos nodded to himself as he spoke only to stop when you laughed. 

“Because we are dating Lando too, and it will be a PR nightmare to explain.” You laughed as Carlos’ mouth dropped open and he pointed between the two of you. “Me, Charles and Lando, yes.”

“Woooow,” he laughed as he recovered and shook his head once more. “Max is 100% going to kill the both of you. Nice knowing you, mi amigo.”

“Thanks for your support, mate,” Charles drawled sarcastically and reached for his keys. “Let’s go, amour.”

“Can I just ask…” Carlos leaned back against the door so Charles couldn’t reach the handle. Crossing his arms, Charles rolled his eyes and waited impatiently for the question. “Does she top you like in the driver standings?”

“First Pierre, now you, putain de merde,” Charles sighed and pushed Carlos out of the way as he laughed. 

But then the laughter dried up and he turned to you offended at the news. “Pierre knew before me?”

“Since Suzuka,” Charles said with a smirk knowing it would irk him more.

Carlos reeled back and his eyes widened. “What the fuck, and that pendejo didn’t tell me. How long have you been together?”

“Just before Monza.”

“Before Mon…Monza! Ay!” Carlos dragged a hand down his face. “I thought we were friends, and Lando too? That guy has never kept a secret in his life.”

You looked at Charles with a giggle. “So dramatic, is he always like this?”

“Mhmm, try being teammates with him,” Charles replied with a roll of his eyes. “He just needs time to process, and I want to get out of this place before I cross paths with Xavi.”

“Kristian would have a coronary if he saw this. I’m so full but it’s too good to waste.” The Italian restaurant Charles had found in the centre of Mexico City was beautiful but the menu was definitely not suited to your pre-race diet. “Is this your plan to slow me down tomorrow?”

Charles stroked your hand beneath the table. He had managed to get the reservation for a secluded corner booth hidden behind a thin thatch privacy wall, but you still tried to remember to be careful. “Nothing can slow you down, amour.”

“Not even the metaphorical baggage I carry around?” 

“What?” Charles choked on a laugh and had to take a drink of water to stop coughing.

“Something Lando said a while ago.” You chuckled at the memory as you twirled more creamy fettuccine around your fork. “Apparently I have daddy issues, along with his temper.”

“You’re nothing like Jos.” Charles shook his head adamantly. “Back in karting my family would come and cheer me on and I remember when Max came anything less than first place, Jos wouldn’t even clap for him. He didn’t want anything to do with him unless he was on the top of the podiums.”

“I know what an asshole my father is, you don’t need to convince me,” you muttered quietly, feeling sorry for Max’s upbringing that was vastly different to yours.

“I’ve watched you cheer for Max from the pits when you’ve had to retire early. I’ve seen how concerned you get when he’s in a crash,” he said, bringing your attention back to the present. “You’re nothing like Jos.”

Unable to articulate how grateful you were to hear those words, you instead chose an action. Charles froze with surprise for a moment when you kissed him before instinct took over and his fingers curled around your nape to deepen it further. The white wine that had been paired with the pasta was warming your body but not as much as Charles’ hand was as it crept up beneath your dress.

A throat cleared beside the table and Charles pulled back with a sigh as a waiter stood awkwardly holding a dessert menu. 

“No, we’ll take the bill, thank you,” Charles said before the young man could offer the specials. 

“You seem to be in a rush to leave all of a sudden,” you teased in his ear as the waiter left with Charles’ credit card. 

You watched his teeth bite his bottom lip before his eyes trailed down your body. “I want dessert, amour, just nothing they can offer.”

The car ride back to the hotel was tantalisingly slow and it felt like the air conditioner was set on high with the heated looks shared between you. It wasn’t until your phone rang that you were able to tear your eyes away from him and you saw the name on the ID.

“Shh, it’s Max,” you warned before answering the call. “Hey bro, how’d dinner with the donor go?”

“When were you going to tell me you were dating Charles?”  The air in your lungs froze and you knew Charles had heard the exclamation by the tightening of his fists around the steering wheel.

You knew there would be alerts going off on Kristian’s phone as the Aura ring on your finger picked up the sudden spike in your heart rate. “Wh-what makes you think that?” 

“Because you said you were going on a date and now I’m seeing pictures of you and Charles kissing.” 

A tirade of curse words tumbled from your lips, colourful enough to make Charles blush as he indicated to pull into the hotel valet entrance. It wasn’t unusual for any of the drivers to spend time outside of racing together but now the crowd waiting seemed to have a new hunger. 

“Keep driving,” you urged as you saw the cameras flashing. “Go!”

“Pull Charles on the phone,” Max growled. “We need to have words.”

“Fuck off, you’re not my father so don’t act like it.”

“In that case, here.” 

“Don’t you even think about-” you heard the phone exchange hands and hit your head against the window when you heard Jos’ voice.

“What do you think you are playing at? Do you know how this reflects on the family?”

You ended the call and turned the phone off so neither of them could ring back. “The audacity of that man! I’m sorry, Cha, I fucked up.”

“Amour,” Charles said softly as he reached across and took your shaking hand. “It will be alright, we will figure it out together.”

“Shit, Lando!” You rushed to turn your phone back on and saw the missed calls from Max, Jos and even Vicky - which was a low blow since you would have answered your little sister’s call if you had seen it. “He’s not answering.”

“He is probably still at the charity dinner,” Charles reasoned as he stroked his thumb over your hand gently. “We can’t just drive around all night, we will have to go back to the hotel at some point.”

“I know…this just changes, well, everything.”

A smile tipped up Charles’ lips as he reached a stop light and looked across to you. “It doesn’t change one thing; I love you.”

Click here for part five.

[godasfarasyoureconcerned]

i have to shout out nathan foad on account of the scene where he’s traumadumping to stede feels like almost entirely improv. not sure if it is and i have no evidence other than “this feels like something grotesque nathan would make up” but it does. it’s delivered with the confidence of someone who delivered the line for the first time and had everyone howling with laughter and now he knows it’s a banger. it’s as unhinged as the stuff he says in his lives (thinking of the time he asked kristian nairn about how he allegedly threw a stagehand like a wet rag or whatever lmfao). not sure if i’ve seen anything about his performance in this particular scene so

props to nathan for this. feels like improv it’s so unhinged and if it was written then good on the writers too but this really just feels like nathan got a chance to do some improv with rhys darby and had a great time with it, arguably even showing him up. it’s possible they said “nathan tell him why you’re rat boy and then keep telling him shit as he runs off. rhys you should be uncomfy and run off” and they did it perfectly. nathan is shining. a complete shift from where he was as an actor at this point all last season. i love him

[anarchywoofwoof]

do u have posts where you talk abt prison abolition and alternatives to police? that'd be nice

so i've actually tried to approach abolition before multiple times and quite frankly, there are so many incredibly valuable insights provided by POC (People Of Color) and lifelong abolitionists that exist on the internet, it would be a tremendous disservice for my pasty white ass to sit here and try and educate anyone on this topic alone.

the last time i had this ask come up (you can find that post here), i deferred to FD Signifier for my thoughts on police abolition. i will do so again here for maximum visibility because he deserves it far more than i do. it is close to 2 hours long, but easily the best explanation or breakdown you'll find in such a relatively short time frame.

i'll expand on this by offering some of the more popular works that i'm aware of and a few works that i've read regarding abolition.

"invisible no more" by andrea j. ritchie provides an examination of how Black women, indigenous women, and women of color experience racial profiling, police brutality, and immigration enforcement. it aims to contextualize individual stories within the broader system of police violence and mass incarceration, calling for a radical shift in the way that we look at public safety.

"policing the planet" edited by jordan t. camp and christina heatherton combines firsthand accounts from activists with research from scholars and artistic reflections. it aims to trace back the global spread of the broken-windows policing strategy and its wide-ranging effects.

"our enemies in blue: police and power in america" by kristian williams addresses the history of policing in the united states, arguing that police brutality is intrinsic to law enforcement. it explores the relationship you've probably heard before between police and power from the era of slave patrols to modern times.

"the new jim crow" by michelle alexander extremely influential, you've probably heard of this one. it goes over how the u.s. criminal justice system functions as a system of racial control, particularly through the failed war on drugs, disproportionately targeting Black men and devastating communities of color (obligatory fuck nixon and reagan)

"violence work: state power and the limits of police" by micol siegel offers a new perspective on the police as the embodiment of state power, interconnected with the state and global capital. this one gives a unique examination of the u.s. state department's office of public safety and its influence on international police training.

"chokehold: policing Black men" by paul butler, who is a former federal prosecutor, examines the laws and practices that systematically target Black men, perpetuating institutional violence and societal fear.

"no more police: a case for abolition" by mariame kaba and andrea ritchie presents a comprehensive and practical plan for police abolition. it addresses current concerns while envisioning a future of reduced violence and enhanced justice. this is a cornerstone work and it's been lauded in many circles as being a definitive text on police abolition.

[suicide-bullet]

female reader and jake, halloween (i know it was so long ago but i wanted to do this) , if the description doesn't match you, feel free to change it up!!

strangers to lovers, cheating, cliche at the end!!!

the air between y/n and her boyfriend, kristian, was thick. the awkward silence making her squirm in her seat. the pair were on the way to a halloween party. they were sid vicious and nancy spungen, quite fitting to them. y/n and kristian were toxic, all of their friends knew it. hell, even y/n knew it. but she wouldn't leave him, she was too in love with him. no matter what he did, she'd still love him. as the couple arrived at the party, y/n rushed in, dragging herself over to the drinks. she picked up a random cup, downing the liquid inside. "what the fuck, y/n? do you even know what was in that. are you fucking stupid?"

"no. why does it matter?" she questioned, shrugging her shoulders. "because you don't know what was in it, y/n. god do you have any common sense?" he began to get agitated with his girlfriend, like he always did. tears pricked her eyes, as her face screwed up. "what the fuck, kristian." she commented, spinning around, and dragging herself away from the situation. "i'm not even going to deal with your shit tonight, come back to me when you're not being such a brat." he yelled, walking off to make himself a drink.

meanwhile, y/n walked throughout the large house, her boots thudding against the wooden flooring. her hair stuck to her forehead as it was so motherfucking hot. the smell of sweat, sex, alcohol, and drugs was enough to make her heave, but somehow comforted her simultaneously. she eventually, found an empty couch to sit down on, gripping her red, plastic cup full of vodka in her right hand. she sighed, looking around the room, at the multiple couples practically fucking right in front of her. her heart ached, at the thought of her boyfriend being accompanied by another girl, another nancy.

she felt the couch dip down next to her, turning her head, to be faced with a black haired man, he had a black leather jacket on, a graphic tee, black jeans, combat boots, and a black studded belt. "you good?" he questioned the blonde girl, she nodded, taking a swig from her cup. "nancy spungen?" the man questioned. y/n smiled and nodded, "how'd you know?" she asked in response. the man shrugged, "i don't know man, you kinda look like her."

y/n gasped, "no i do not. do not compare me to her, she is beautiful." the man laughed, "you do! it's the hair, and just like your overall face." y/n blushed, flashing him that million dollar smile. "you matchin' with someone, a sid vicious?" he questioned, y/n nodded. "my boyfriend." she sighed. the man furrowed his brows, "you don't seem happy about that, how come?"

she took a sip from her cup, rearranging how she sat, so she could fully see the man. fuck he was beautiful. he had beautiful brown eyes, and his arms were covered in tattoos. "it's just. we're really toxic, and i don't know what to do. people tell me to just leave him, but i love him, you know? and it's destroying me. i always wonder what i could do to make us happy again, like we used to be." the man nodded, "i get that. but if it's destroying you, then it's not love. with the right person, you don't have to work so hard to be happy, it just happens."

"i don't know what to do, fuck." she groaned, placing her head in her hands. he sighed, "don't worry about it now, just have a good time. it's halloween, nancy." she looked up, smiling. "my name isn't nancy, dipshit." he grinned, "then what is your name?" she hesitated, "y/n l/n."

"y/n l/n, what a pretty name, for an even prettier girl." he complimented, she laughed, making his stomach fill up with butterflies. "that was so cheesy. what about you mr therapist, what's your name?" he smiled down at the girl, "well how do ya do ma'am, my name is jake." jake replied in a southern accent, making her cackle, her laugh now making his eyes widen. "your laugh is fucking crazy, dude."

'mr bright side' by the killers, began playing on the speakers. y/n rushed her from her seat, her mouth falling agape. "oh my god, jake. you have to dance with me, i fucking love this song!" she exclaimed, grabbing his large hands, interlocking them with hers. jake laughed, "i don't dance." she shook her head, "you do now!" she yelled over the music.

she dragged him to where everyone else was, screaming the lyrics in his face. he laughed, she laughed. it was perfect, all the thoughts inside her head were quiet. she was at peace. jake didn't believe in love at first sight, neither did y/n. but fuck jake wanted her, he wanted her so bad. she was beautiful, the way her blonde curls bounced, the way she spun around, her brown eyes locking him in a trance.

his eyes flickered around her face, from her dark red lips and back to her eyes. the song slowed to a hault, turning into a slow, romantic melody. she smiled up at the boy, placing her hands on his shoulders. "feel like i'm in a fuckin' movie." jake admitted, placing his hands on her waist, they fit just right. a flush crept up on her face, keeping her head down.

"don't look away, please." he asked, she smiled, looking up at him, scanning his face for any kind of rejection. jake was in complete and utter awe. she looked as if she had been sculpted by angels, he wanted to sit and map out every single part of her body, for hours.

as the music stopped, she frowned. she wanted to stay like that with him forever, it was perfect. "you know, for someone who doesn't dance, you're pretty damn good." jake rolled his eyes, "you're only saying that cause you think i'm beautiful." he flicked his hair, making y/n laugh. "you are." she smiled up at him, her pupils blown with lust. she gawked at him, searching his face for anything and everything. the two talked for hours, about random ass things. their favourite food, their favourite shows, fuck anything you can name, they talked about it.

"what time is it?" y/n questioned, to which he replied, "2 am." she sighed, "i think i should get home. it's pretty late, and i have work in the morning." jake knew this moment was going to happen, he was dreading it, he just didn't know it would be so soon. "shit, yeah. you need a ride?" he offered, hoping she would say yes, and he could spend more time with her. "i would, but you know, kristian. i need to find him." she informed him with a clearly tired look on her face.

fuck he forgot about him, "i'll help you find him, don't want you getting lost." jake smiled, grabbing the girls hand. y/n took the lead, dragging jake throughout the house, looking for her boyfriends head of hair. she peered into an empty room, spotting what seemed to be a couple making out, but that hair looked too familiar. a melancholy feeling filled the air, a dry, sharp feeling engulfed her throat, all she could do was stare. "what is it, what's the matter?" jake questioned, leaning down to her level, pulling her to face him.

"it's kristian." she mumbled, a devastated look on her face. tears pricked her eyes, jake felt his heart wrench for the girl. "come on, let's go." he spoke, wrapping his arm around her, embracing her in his touch. sobs racked throughout her body, he just wanted to hold her, to let her know everything would be okay. "is it okay if we go to my place? i don't know where you live, sweetheart." he asked her, opening his car door, and buckling her seatbelt. she nodded, wiping her eyes. he had only known her a couple of hours, but it broke his heart to see her like this.

he sped off, wanting to be able to make sure she was okay as soon as possible. she winded her window down, the cold breeze hit her skin, drying the tears on her face. jake wanted so badly to admire her, to watch the beautiful girl sat next to him. but he also didn't want to crash. jake pulled up to his house surprisingly fast, getting out and opening her car door. her mascara and eyeshadow was all smudged down her face as the two walked into his house.

a much smaller man, with dark hair and piercings looked y/n up and down, his face screwing up. "shit, jake. what did you do to her, dude?" jake flipped him off, "shut the fuck up, go to your room." the man rolled his eyes, walking away. the house was empty but full, it smelt weirdly tropical, almost fruity with a tinge of marijuana. "listen, y/n," he started, pulling her down next to him, facing her.

"you deserve someone who's gonna treat you like you matter everyday, not just when it's convenient for them. you deserve someone who texts you boring little details of their day, just so they have a reason to talk to you. staying in a relationship just because you love somebody is not worth it. love is not all you need. respect is what you need. time is what you need. reassurance is what you need. happiness is what you need, a best friend is what you need. you deserve someone who chooses to make you a priority because they value you, they understand you and they want you. not some fuckin' asshole who doesn't see this beautiful, amazing, thoughtful girl right in front of him. if he's okay with losing you, stop fighting."

his words sunk deep into her wounds, all her past memories and thoughts of her relationship simply shattering. we cannot sit and stare at our wounds forever, we must move on.

"thankyou." she sobbed, wrapping her arms around him, he held her as she cried, littering kisses all over her face and neck. "he never deserved you." he was an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. the collision of starts that slammed into her hard and sent her neat little world plummeting into the ocean, jake was going to fix that. he was going to recollect the pieces, and puzzle them back together.

he knew from the moment he met her, he wanted her, and he was going to get her.

"you may now kiss the bride." with those words spoken, he enveloped the small girl into a kiss, their lips connecting, the world disappearing around them. she smiled into the kiss, her hands in his hair. the crowd screamed and congratulated the couple, as y/n threw the bouquet into the crowd, her best friend catching it.

y/n smiled from ear to ear, watching everything unfold around her. she was so fucking happy. with the man of her dreams, forever and ever. "jake?" she spoke out, he turned to her, smiling widely, "yeah?"

"i feel so lucky to have stumbled upon someone as special as you." she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist. every part of him loved every piece of her, his soul was practically tangled with hers. "you are the best surprise of my life." he spoke.

"are you sure you're ready for this, jake? you won't get tired of me will you?" she inquired, he shook his head immediately, cupping her face in his hands. "no, baby. i choose you, and i'll choose you over and over and over and over. without a phase, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. i'll keep choosing you."

during the after party, y/n stumbled upon a couch, sitting down, and drinking from her red solo cup. her combat boots tapped a beat against the floor, as she ruffled with her blonde, messy hair. her brown eyes scanned around the room, looking for her husband. the couch suddenly dipped beside her, she turned her head to spot a familiar face.

"nancy spungen?" he questioned, y/n grinned. "how'd you know?" she fiddled with her fingerless gloves. "i don't know, you kinda look like her." jake smirked, she rolled her eyes. "you matchin' with someone, a sid vicious?" he asked, leaning closer to her. "i actually am." she raised her head, a proud look on her face. "yeah, where is he?" jake raised his eye brows. she smiled, "right here." she connected their lips, once again. yet, everytime they kissed, she still felt like it was their first time, getting those same butterflies.

'mr bright side' played and the two shot up, "its our fucking song!" she exclaimed, rushing to the dance floor. she knew in that moment, she was happy, she was finally at peace. his love was kind, gentle and pure. at the same time as being her husband, he was her best friend. he reassured her, cared for her, and loved her. he gave her everything she deserved, she gave him every ounce of her. they were practically soulmates.

[izzysillyhandsy]

When Kristian [Nairn] and I shot the scene where I discovered Wee John doing his makeup, there was one take of the scene where we ended up looking in the mirror together, and I heard myself say, “Make me pretty.” And as gentle as that sounds, it had a profound effect on me because I suddenly realized that that part in [Izzy] that had never been announced before was wanting to announce himself and to be pretty while he was doing it. [...] It had a profound effect on me when I had myself say those words. I think it’s probably the first time Izzy has ever said the word pretty — and it was about himself. I mean, how lovely is that?

Oh no, Con, don't do this to me 😭😭😭

Also:

What message would you want to share with fans who are still struggling with Izzy’s loss?

That’s a big ask, isn’t it? I would say that I have nothing but love, respect, and faith in David Jenkins. Trust him. He knows what he’s doing. None of this was taken lightly. Trust David Jenkins.

Trust David Jenkins, twice - alright, Izzy's coming back nothing else makes sense I get you Con *wink*

(yes I'm delusional)

Source: TV insider interview

[sungmee]

highlights from the ECCC ofmd panel:

con’s shirt

first question was what they're looking forward to doing in NZ and con was like "nathan!" nathan: i'm not falling for that bitch kristian: if you were going, what would you do? nathan: i don’t know, look at some sheep? i don't know how countries work con: looking to see if nathan is there kristian: i've actually been before, so i don't know, checking grindr?

second question was from an 11 year old “if you could go back in time to your 11 year old self, what would you tell them?” nathan: i'm already sobbing con: that it's gonna be ok kristian: its fine, being different is your power, do not worry what other people think about you nathan: keep going, babe

someone asked what they like about the fan reaction and con said “i like all the porn art”

“in a musical episode, what type of song would your character sing?” con: torch song. you know those piano bars and you'd go in about 2 in the morning and there'd be a drunk person singing a song that reminds them of their mother? that's izzy

"what are some situations or scenarios you'd like to see depicted in fanart? starting with con!" con: [very long silence] nathan: tread so carefully, con, i beg you

someone asked what one nice thing their characters would think about stede and con said "he looked really good at the end of my sword"

kristian: i'm pretty sure wee john is gay, how could you not be on that boat

nathan: its so cool to be in a show where my gay hands and gay voice have maDE ME A FUCKING STAR BABY nathan:  I LOVE BEING GAAAAYYYYY

kristian: confession, i havent watched it yet, i haven't seen it nathan: kinda homophobic

and the last question was if kristian could do the foghorn noise and he did. 10/10 perfect panel

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/12/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Parrot Analytics; Cast & Crew; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; Erroll Shand; Trends and Stats; V-Day Video for Prime; In person events and Watch Party reminders; People of Earth; WooAsACrew; Kudoboard for Cast & Crew Update; Love Notes; Daily Darby; Tonight's Taika; Well folks, it was another busy busy day. I apologize, I'm a bit exhausted today so I'll be making this quicker than normal.

== Parrot Analytics ==

Some Q4 data was released by Parrot Analytics for HBO and Max and as you can probably imagine, this made most of the internet explode. Referencing @adoptourcrew here since they did a great bit of research.

SRC: HBO's Most Popular Shows - hidden behind Paywall

== UK How You Can Help==

Below are actions to do every day to capitalise on #OurFlagBBC! More info below on how to use YouGov. Tumblr

=Cast & Crew Sightings=

= Wee John Wondays ==

I think everyone's favorite part of the day was when Nathan Foad appeared on Wee John Wonday's. He is by far one of the best guests ever.

Please go watch the whole damn live, but if you don't have time right now. Here's a clip from our fabulous friend @edscuntyeyeshadow who recorded it for us, I have just left it on repeat so I can continue to laugh.

A few quotes/highlights in case you can't watch anything right now:

Highlights:

Kristian's Garage Fire

Nathan's Writing

Nathan was VERY sick at the beginning of filming S2, Sick AF and had to learn how to roll and smoke cigarettes.

Nathan was not aware he was on camera when the sandwich hit him in the face.

Gypsy made him a jacket to wear IRL that matched his gorgeous one in the show (Gypsy is the best)

Nathan's favorite scene was the one with Matt Maher with the Art on the Wall.

Kristian's favorite scene was the one with Con O'Neill and asking to put on make up

Quotes:

"NOT TO BE A BIG THING RIGHT NOW BUT I AM" - Nathan

"Sniffed the air like a fox in heat" - Kristian

"You little gay bitch" - Nathan

"Mid town special" - Nathan, as Kristian

"Im a horrible un wanted nipple twister" - Kristian

"Needy puffs" - Nathan

== Erroll Shand ==

As usual our dear friend Erroll is out here really pushing the SaveOFMD material/data.

== Trends and Stats ==

== Valentine's Day Video For Prime ==

It’s Monday, which means it’s time to send Prime Video all our love ! Let’s #WooAsACrew 🐙💜 Vocals: ferventrabbit on Twitter Video: Giulianaazr on Twitter

== Event and Watch Party Reminders! ==

= OFMD Matelotage Processional =

Tues Feb 13: 8-11 am at: Kismet Salon 4111 W Olive Ave. Burbank CA 91505

If you show up-- you get free stickers!

= People of Earth Watch Party =

People of Earth Season 1: Episodes 3 and 4 tomorrow! If you don't have access reachout to @iamadequate1!

10 PM GMT / 5 PM EST / 4 PM CST / 2 PM PST

#PiratesOfEarth

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

= WooAsACrew =

Tue 13: Send @netflix some love!

== Cast & Crew Kudoboard ==

Hey all, I already made a short post about it but the Kudoboard was overrun by some absolute twats today so I had to lock it down with a password. If you'd like to still submit something to the cast and crew that's still doable, you'll just need the pw. Please just DM me here or twitter, or Instagram, or wherever you can find me or the @saveofmdcrewmates folks also have it. We will be sending it off / locking it on Valentine's day early morning so please reach out prior!

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies, I am really low on spoons tonight so I'm gonna let some other folks send you love on my behalf. See you tomorrow, all the love. <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's gifs are courtesy of:

Taika: @chrysalis-writes and Rhys: @thunderwingdoomslayer

Happy Murray Monday and Enjoy tomorrow's Taika Tuesday!

[voidvannie]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 — 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖

.・゜・。. ┊𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 💌🎙️

˚. — 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚 !

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 Tyler Noelle Hughes

𝗔𝗚𝗘 26

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 October 9, 1997

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 Savannah, Georgia

𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 5’ 8”

𝗘𝗬𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥 Blue

𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠 Megan Moroney

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 Mat Barzal

˚. — 𝘍𝘜𝘕 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘚 !

Tyler was adopted by Ellen and Jim when she was only a few days old.

Has nothing to do with her birth parents, and never wants to know who they are.

Being 3 years older than he is, Tyler and Quinn are the closest to each other, with Jack and Luke tying for 2nd place. ( though, she often refers to luke had her baby )

Her love language is physical touch. she loves cuddling and hand holding, fidgeting with the fingers of whoever’s hand she’s holding when she’s nervous.

After graduating high school, she was accepted into the University of Georgia, where she went to school for nursing.

All her life, she has wanted be a country music star.

While still at UGA, she opened a concert for Chase Rice, as well as interned for Kristian Bush of Sugarland.

Instead of moving back home after finishing her degree, she moved to Nashville, Tennessee in 2020 to begin her music career.

She goes home every summer to spend time with her parents and her brothers, alone with the friends that the Hughes boys invited.

She sees all her brother’s friends as little brothers, especially Trever, Mark, Ethan and Jamie.

Even though all three of her brothers play for professional NHL teams, her favorite team is the Philadelphia Flyer, and she has a Hughes crush on Carter Harts despite the one year age difference.

She met Mat Barzal in 2019 at Stagecoach where she was preforming.

The two were best friends for a year before Mat asked her out on a date when she was visiting New York.

They started to date 2020, and decided to keep it out of the public and away from Quinn, Jack and Luke until she’s ready to tell them.

Of course her parents know about the relationship.

Her very best friend in Nashville is Kelsea Ballerini.

She dated Josh Allen, the quarterback from the Buffalo Bills, for 6 months.

Her favorite flower is daisies, having said that roses are too cliche.

She absolutely hates coffee, she’d rather drink hot chocolate.

She learned how to speak a little bit of Swiss so that she could bond with Nico and make him feel somewhat at home.

She tries to make it to hockey games as much as she can for many of the teams (examples; the devils, the canucks, ducks, islanders, and the occasional flyers game just for Carter).

Her favorite tv shows are the vampire diaries, supernatural and teen wolf.

When she is at home, her brothers make sure they all have a day with her to themselves. And on an odd day, one of the other hockey boys staying at the lake house, have a day with her.

Quinn, Luke, and Jack find out about their older sister’s relationship in 2021, almost a year after Tyler and Mat make it official.

Her brothers find out about her and Mat when they surprise her in Tennessee for the first show of her tour, and the Islanders hockey player answers the door while she’s in the shower, thinking it was Kelsea because she was coming over.

Trevor and Jamie knew about the two meeting at stagecoach when they went to support the blonde, but had no idea it had become more than just a friendship.

She has 2 instagram accounts. @/tylerhughes_97 ( her main account ) and @/notreallytyler ( her private account ) that only her closest friends follow.

Her favorite color is red.

She loves sour patch kids.

She loves her fans and touring, but she’s always happiest when she’s back home in Michigan or in New York with Mat.

𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 : 💭 soo, this is literally the very first time to post something on here, so i’m trying to get the hang of this so be patient with me😅. please, don’t be a silent reader, i want to hear what you guys will want to see in the future!

:💭 ( feel free to send any request of anything that you guys want to see in this series, and the series yet to come. I absolutely would love to make some of your idea’s come to life! )

[sardonicheir]

just watched an ofmd instagram live from like 7 months ago and im pissing myself like we do not give my man con o'neill enough pointers for being so so funny like kristian was telling him how he dreamt of con having a bomb inside him and dying as a result and that man just goes "so you had a big bang dream about me 🤭🥴😏😋" AND NO ONE LAUGHED. that was a crime!!!!!!

then he gets asked a question about like who on the ship could take izzy in a fight and ofc he says blackbeard cause they taught each other but the specific wording of it was "they've known each other so long...i think (their fighting skills) have been an organic creation of the two of them.. sort of like.. creating pockets of each other.. HOW FUCKING DEEP WAS THAT" followed by "ive obviously been reading a book" someone sedate me someone take this man away from me hes too funny

[noteveryoneis]

Ava is not late, thank you very much. She’s running because she wants to, definitely not because Adriel-fuckface held her back even though she made it very clear she needed to go. And sure, the only reason Sheriff Kristian Shaefer hasn’t arrested her yet was because she was speeding way too fast and he couldn’t catch her, but she was simply practicing her speed driving skills.

She runs past Superion’s office, the woman scrambling to her feet with a scandalized gasp, but Ava is already out of reach.

“Ava Silva, don’t you dare run in my school!”

Her school, big words, Duretti is still the alleged principal even though she’s basically running this whole thing herself. Still, Ava cannot help but smile to herself, grinning as she realizes that nothing has changed.

She is still Ava Silva, their town’s troublemaker and microwave blower, still the example parents use to scare their kids into the right path. Still the reason behind Superion’s gray hair. She rounds up the corner, climbs up the stairs two at a time, basically swings the door open to run through the corridor. She runs past Nina’s classroom, stops so fast she nearly falls forward, turns around and runs back to catch herself on the doorframe, out of breath.

Teacher-Slash-Hot-Neighbor-Slash-Resident-Nerd Beatrice is sitting completely still at her desk, staring back at Ava like she just can’t believe her eyes. For a minute here, Ava is afraid of getting scolded and getting sent to detention, it takes her a couple of seconds to remember that she’s a grown adult and that Teacher Beatrice (Miss Young?) doesn’t have authority over her.

“Sorry!” She says, taking off her cap and running a hand through her hair. “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want to be late because my boss was being a di— uh… Annoying.”

She smiles as Miss Young stands up, shaking her hand without a word.

“I apologize for making you wait,” Ava still says, just in case, because her mama didn’t raise her to be rude (Mama barely raised her at all, actually).

“It’s alright, nothing to worry about,” Miss Young says, closing the door behind Ava and coming back to her desk and leaning back against it. “I think you’ll understand if I don’t offer for you to sit behind a desk.”

Yeah, no, there’s no way Ava can fit on one of those tiny chairs, plus it would be really humiliating. Instead, she settles for leaning against the first table, putting her cap on the desk and nervously adjusting the collar of her shirt.

“Mrs. Silva—”

“Look, I’m really sorry about Nina’s marijuana joke,” Ava says, barely breathing as she speaks. “One of my friends hasn’t adjusted to little ears yet, she’s working on it. And I’ve talked about it with Nina and she understands what she did wrong. She promised she would never do it again.”

“I’m— That isn’t the problem,” Miss Young says, looking slightly dumbfounded.

“Oh, you found it funny then?” Ava asks.

Miss Young only offers a polite smile, looking down at her shoes.

“I can’t have Duretti hear that my students are telling each other inappropriate jokes in my class.”

“I didn’t hear a no,” Ava teases, because it’s her default, and also it makes Miss Young adorably blush and she likes that color on her.

“This isn’t about the marijuana joke, Mrs. Silva.”

“It’s Miss,” Ava says, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. “Okay, then, what has she done? Made something blow up in science class? Ate a crayon? She tried eating soap the other day, she wanted to breathe out bubbles.”

Miss Young looks like she’s trying really hard to decide between laughing and slapping a hand over Ava’s mouth to get her to stop talking.

“Nina has… A lot of energy. She is a very lively girl, and she has a good heart, but I’m not here to talk about her. I want to talk about your other daughter.”

“You know Neves?” Ava asks, frowning in confusion. “I thought it was someone named Yasmine teaching her, why would you be the one talking about her?”

“Your other daughter, Miss Silva,” Miss Young says, a sharp edge to her voice. “Novalee.”

“Nova,” Ava corrects, almost instinctively. “She hates that name.”

Mostly because she thinks Ava named her after Natalie Portman’s character in the ‘Walmart baby movie’, and although, yes, hearing it made her decide, it’s not where that idea comes from. And now she has three kids whose names all look the same, and she can’t even explain it wasn’t her fault (JC was also to blame for that one).

Still, her brain takes a few seconds to follow after what Miss Young has said.

“Are you sure you have the right kid?”

“Yes, are you saying that your daughter isn’t worth talking about?” Miss Young asks, narrowing her eyes like she’s about to call Ava an unfit parent (she wouldn’t be the first).

“Oh, I could talk about her for hours, but you’re the first teacher to ask to meet me to do that.”

Miss Young relaxes, nodding.

“I’m guessing not many of her teachers have paid attention to her?”

“Yeah, they usually write that she needs to talk more on her assessments and move on,” Ava says.

And every time her father would sit her down at the kitchen table and try to talk some sense into her (and Nova would end up crying in Ava’s arms and it would start another fight between her parents), but Ava never really cared for it. Teachers never cared much for her daughter, as she didn’t make noise and they could focus on other students (and yes, it made Ava realize how much of a nightmare she probably was for every quiet kid that was stuck in her class back in the days). What Ava cared about, it was her soul, her spirit, things she loved and were driving her forward.

School wasn’t one of those things.

“That's what I thought,” Miss Young nodded. “Her other professors are saying the same thing, but I have a feeling…”

She chewed on her bottom lip.

“I have a feeling she is starting to open up. In my class, at least.”

“Is she?” Ava asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“She’s a good student, she learns fast, faster than the others, I have a feeling she’s going to get bored of the pace at which I teach very soon.”

“Sounds like her,” Ava smiles, raising her chin in pride.

Math was never one of her strong suits, but language was always easy for her. Probably because of how much she reads (more than Ava ever has in her whole twenty-eight years of life), or because of how much she has been exposed to different languages since birth — all three of the girls speak English, Spanish and Portuguese, and they’ve also been taught basics in other languages by the other kids at school (Nova’s Italian is rudimentary but she can understand complicated conversations and Nina can sing ‘Happy birthday’ in Arabic, it came as a shock when she realized not every school sang that).

So yeah, Ava isn’t surprised. But she is still as proud as always.

“Which is why I want to propose something to her,” Miss Young continues, looking slightly nervous this time. “There is another student in my class that is struggling to keep up with the class, and I was hoping Nova could help her catch up.”

Ava cannot help but frown at the idea.

“Isn’t that your job?”

“It is,” Miss Young says, stuttering over her own words. “That’s not what I mean. I’m— May I speak freely, Miss Silva?”

“Sure.”

“I think Nova could reap some benefits from that partnership too. She’s lonely, I can see that. She doesn’t have any friends, but I feel like if she opened up a little the other children could realise that she is actually quite special. I'm hoping that this could help her make some friends.”

The thing about Miss Young, it’s that she genuinely believes in what she says. There is something in her voice, in her tone, in the way she stands, that makes her look more open, more certain, more sure of herself. She could tell Ava that unicorns are real and Ava would believe her.

“And Miss Morgan — the student I’m talking about — could really use some good influence too, I believe.”

“Let me guess, the kid’s a bully.”

“She’s a child, Miss Silva,” Miss Young says, just as certain as before. “She needs to learn what is right and what is wrong. I have faith that the both of them could figure it out together.”

Well shit, she didn’t have to phrase it like that. Ava was right, now she’s really starting to think about it. About little Nova who doesn’t have any friends and spends her evenings locked up in her room as Nina plays with Diego and other kids she doesn’t know the names of, about the heavy loneliness in her eyes every time she picks her up and the way her backpack seems ten times heavier than it really is as she leaves for school.

Miss Young is really good at her job.

“Look,” Ava says. “Here’s the deal. I’ll talk about it with Nova, and you’ll talk about it with her too. She’ll decide. Those tutoring sessions, I want them to be monitored, at least at the beginning. Our door is always open for her to come, but I won’t let my daughter become a punching bag for some angry kid. And if she gives us both different answers, then I guess we’ll have to reschedule another meeting.”

And she’s not that mad about that.

Miss Young nods.

“That’s what I had in mind.”

“Great!” Ava smiles. “By the way, did you really think Nina’s marijuana joke was funny? ‘Cause I know I did.”

“I’m not allowed to encourage her to that kind of behaviour in this school,” Miss Young says, a small smile on her lips.

“I’m still not hearing a ‘no’.”

[johannestevans]

for anyone who types out ofmd characters' accents in their fanfic

when you phonetically type out someone's accent in a piece of prose or fiction, i need you to understand that what you are saying, what you are showing in your work, is that:

this person's way of speaking is strange, unusual, and/or funny

this person's way of speaking is uniquely strange, unusual, and/or funny compared to the rest of the cast of characters

that you can't imagine someone speaking "with an accent" unless you're typing it out sound-by-sound

if you have a cast of characters, all of whom with their own unique accents and inflections in the way you speak, which characters do you pick to spell out their speech phonetically, and why them? why is that character The Other?

if you're doing it because you think it's funny, why is it funny? what's funny about that person's accent versus the other characters?

and to bring this back to OFMD, like

if you write Ed and/or Fang's Kiwi accents out phonetically, but you don't write out Stede's, why?

what is it about Stede's Kiwi accent that is less unusual or funny to you? bc Stede does have a posher accent than Ed and Fang, but he still has many of the same Kiwi inflections when speaking English.

think specifically about the fact that Taika Waititi and Dave Fane are Māori and Samoan, and the distinction between rural and more metropolitan NZ accents, and how race and class intersect here

when it comes to Buttons and the distinction between Scots dialect and writing an "accent", just think about what that means - are you actually using different verb and word forms (eg how Buttons uses the pronoun "ye", which is pretty common in a lot of Scottish-English and Irish-English, but isn't so common elsewhere), or are you just sounding out the words you think are funniest to imagine him saying?

do you sound out Buttons' accent, but not Wee John's? why, why not? when you listen to Wee John's accent, do you know where in Ireland he's from?

have you perhaps searched the history of Ireland, and why Ulster accents, especially Northern Irish accents, are mocked and othered in the ways that they are? especially thinking about the typical differences between how Catholic and Protestant northerners talk, and why they're mocked in very different ways? all the class and sectarian implications of that?

if you're taking the piss out of Izzy's accent, do you know literally anything about the North of England and the historical implications of that?

do you know that accents like con o'neill's, let alone ewen bremner's and kristian nairn's, are still looked poorly on by a lot of posh people and english people, to the extent that broadcasters and presenters are pressured to present themselves with more "neutral", "easier to understand", and generally "less poor", "less regional" voices?

i haven't seen anyone take the piss out of Oluwande's london accent or Frenchie's west country one, and none of Jim's, either, which is good, but like, here. ask yourself this.

when you're about to phonetically write out someone's accent, what is the history of the accent that you're pointing out as unusual or funny?

how do race and ethnicity come into it?

how does class come into it?

how does religion come into it? (i don't care if you're an atheist: religious sectarianism is a huge part of class perception, and of how people talk and their accents)

are you mocking the character's perceived lack of education? do you assume any of the characters in the show are poorly educated because of their lower class or regional accent?

are you mocking character's disabilities or signs of neurodivergence? (eg with Pete's lisp)

this applies to basically everything but like, esp in ofmd where we are blessed to see this gorgeous array of accents and styles of speaking, and then i read fic where it's like "Oh well some of these people just talk funny and i'm gonna make the whole thing about that" is uncomfortable

there's nothing wrong with commenting on accent, comparing accents and speaking styles, or having characters tease and comment on each other, etc! there's also nothing wrong with specifically phonetically spelling out one or two words when a character is commenting on it, or having certain characters notice inflections and stuff

but when you write out someone's whole accent, you're basically saying "this person just talks sooo weird compared to everyone else i have to make a whole thing" about it and. feels bad, man

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: A New World {5}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Pressure seems to be coming from all directions and it's only a matter of time before you explode. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mention of drugs, angst WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six

Silverstone Grand Prix Lando hadn’t stopped moving all night. If he wasn’t dancing, he was circling the club and talking to everyone that had come out to celebrate his second place finish at his home race, or DJing. His excitement had been infectious enough to replace the disappointment from the seventh place finish for you and the ninth place for Charles. 

“Mamour, dance with me,” Charles begged as he appeared behind you, a drink in one hand and the other on the small of your back. His palm rubbed soothing circles and you leant back into the touch with a groan. “Does your back still hurt?”

The porpoising of the car had been horrific and even Kristian’s hands hadn’t been able to ease the ache after the race, but you didn’t want Charles to worry as you turned to face him. “Yeah, it’s sore from carrying my team.”

His laugh warmed your ear before his cold lips kissed the space beneath. “That’s my girl.”

“Yes I am, now where is our boy?” You scanned the crowd looking for Lando but instead found his parents dancing together and sharing whispers. “I was always jealous of you guys.”

“For what?”

“That. Having parents that loved each other. I thought I was missing out on something,” you said with a nod to Adam and Cisca before clearing your throat at the unexpected wistfulness that arose. “I’m just going to get some fresh air. Why don’t you find Lando and I’ll meet you there?”

You didn’t wait for an answer as you escaped the busy room to the balcony on the upper level. Clouds of flavoured smoke greeted you from the people who had gone to vape where they were allowed and you squeezed through until you found a small pocket of space in the back corner. 

“You look like you could use this more than me.”

You looked at the joint the stranger offered, more than likely some friend of a friend of Lando’s, and you raised your hand to wave away the smoke that drifted your way. “No, thank you.”

“Go on, it’ll help you relax.”

“I don’t need to relax, alright, so just fuck off would you?”

“Woah, lovie, calm down,” he laughed before taking a long drag and blowing the bitter sweet smoke in your face.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” you bit out, barely feeling the burn of the spliff in your palm as you snatched it from him. “And I’m not your fucking ‘lovie’-”

“Baby. Babe! What’s going on?” Lando slid between you, forcing the stranger back as he took your hand and swore. “What the hell did you do, Jakob?”

“Nothing, bro, you’re girl looked like she was stressing,” Jakob said with an innocent shrug. “I was just trying to help.”

“H-help?!” you stammered as your hands turned to fists with the growing anger burning hotter than your hand. “I would lose my seat you fucking imbecile. Your idiot friend was trying to get me to smoke weed.”

“Why are you getting angry at me?” Lando asked as he stepped back. “I was coming to see if you were alright. Just calm down for a second, love.”

You had seen Romain Grosjean’s car explode when he crashed in Bahrain, heard the audible pop that rippled through the air before the wall of flames erupted. You imagined that something similar was happening inside you. “Don’t tell me to calm down,” you hissed quietly as you felt the stares of everyone on the balcony. “This is fucking calm.”

Lando’s eyes were wide as he reeled back, his jaw dropping at the tone you took. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I guess I am my father’s daughter.” You felt your lips tugging though there was nothing to smile about and it was as if you were a passenger in your own body. You couldn’t control the words as they tumbled out of your mouth with a harsh laugh. 

You looked at the joint in your hand, an angry blister appearing where it had burnt you, and saw the tip was still aglow. Rolling it in your fingers you started to lift it to your lips as you wondered what it would taste like, if it would relax your racing mind and tired body. 

“We’re leaving,” Lando growled as he grabbed your wrist and started to drag you back inside, the joint falling to the floor.

“What happened?” Charles asked the moment he saw the hard look on Lando’s face and tight grip on your limp arm. 

“I don’t know, ask Spitfire. Miss Verstappen here is starting fights and taking drugs now apparently.”

“Don’t call her that.”

“Maybe Daddy Dearest and I can share a cell one day, work on that father/daughter bond we never had,” you laughed darkly. “Oh wait, no we can’t because he only got home detention and gets to spend all day with Kelly and Blue playing happy families.”

“Non, non, your lawyer said Jos would get three years minimum,” Charles said as he looked between you and Lando with disbelief. “His stunt could have killed you.”

“I know. I was there, funnily enough.” You shifted on your feet wishing you hadn’t worn heels and you debated kicking them off. “At least Blue doesn’t have to grow up without a dad - at least she will think he gives a shit about her.”

Lando’s fingers eased their grip from your wrist and slipped down to hold your hand. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because it doesn’t matter. It would only upset you and it doesn’t bother me - I have a restraining order against him.”

“But it is obviously bothering you, baby,” he said as he shared a look with Charles. “We’ve both noticed you’ve been acting a little crazy for a while.”

“Well I only found out after we got here so thanks for that. Look, I’m just going to head back to the hotel and find mum.” You pulled away from them as the laser lights caught the shimmer of tears running down your cheeks. “I don’t want to ruin your night any more than I already have.”

“Wait, no,” Lando argued as he took a step after you, tripping over the heels you had slipped off before disappearing into the crowd and missing his quiet words, “you haven’t ruined anything.”

Your feet ached from the run to the hotel and your boobs weren’t feeling much better. The clubbing dress wasn’t exactly one that a supportive bra could fit under so you felt each slap of your feet on the pavement reverberate up your body and bounce them uncomfortably. A few people stared as you rushed by but most people out at the late hour had their own problems to deal with rather than worrying about the person running like a madwoman down the street. 

“Am I crazy?”

Your mother looked a little perplexed as she opened the door to her suite wider to let you in, her eyes narrowing at your bare feet as you walked past panting. “Is this a serious question or rhetorical?”

“I’m being serious, mum.”

“Well,” she said as she pointed to the couch and turned off the TV that was playing the evening news, “I think you are safe if you’re asking that. Most crazy people wouldn’t ask if they are crazy.”

You fell into the couch heavily and rubbed your temples furiously. “There’s something wrong with me though.”

You felt the seat beside you sink in as she sat down before she pulled your hands away. “Why do you say that, honey?”

“I don’t know, I just feel off. Unbalanced. I keep fucking things up with Lando and Charles and I know one day they will get sick of it and leave me. And I wouldn’t blame them.”

“Those boys love you, and what you three have is special but relationships are hard, sweetheart. They take time and energy to maintain. You have to work to keep them going strong, work on both the relationship and yourself.” She paused as she looked at your hands in hers, your nails almost non-existent from the biting habit that had resurfaced in recent months. “What's really on your mind? I haven’t seen you this stressed since your first karting race.”

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as you pulled your knees up to your chest and wiped your eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing, mum. Last year I had Max on my team and I knew he had my back, now I feel like I have a target on mine.”

“I thought Lawernce was pleased with your work.”

“Points equal money so Lawrence is happy, but Lance is struggling more than me at getting them lately. The upgrades just aren’t doing enough and the further I get ahead in the standings the tenser things are with him, but I need to push harder. I have no hope of beating Max or Checo without the RB19, so, so, so maybe I’m just not that good a driver like everyone said.”

“Oh, honey,” she cooed softly as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and tucked you into her side. “You are a great driver, no matter the car.”

“I want to believe that but I’m second guessing myself over every decision I’ve made and it makes me so angry that I’m snapping at everyone around me, especially Charles and Lando. I know I’m the problem, mum, I just don’t know how to fix me, or if I even can be…What if there’s just too much Verstappen in here?” Your fist slammed against your chest and as if to prove your point the sound was as hollow as you felt.

Sitting up straight, your mother gave you the look that made you shift uncomfortably before her lips parted. “You listen to me, and you listen well: you are not broken, and there is nothing to ‘fix’. Max, Victoria and Blue all share the same blood as you and they are not broken either. You are more than who your father is and there is nothing wrong with being a Verstappen.”

“Then why didn’t you call me that? If it’s not that bad, why isn’t it on my birth certificate?”

Your mother sighed deeply and she suddenly looked tired - as if her age was catching up with her at the late hour. “Honey, I was your age when I found out I was pregnant. I was young and heartbroken and alone.” 

You couldn’t blame her, you could hardly imagine trying to raise a kid alone, especially one that was a reminder of what was probably the worst betrayal she had faced. It had probably put her off ever wanting another relationship again. “How come you never dated anyone after Jos?”

“I dated other men, honey. I didn’t become a nun,” she teased with a nudge of her shoulder. “You just never met any of them.”

You tried not to think about the nun statement too much but you couldn’t help asking, “Why?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Because you are the most precious gift I ever received and I wasn’t going to bring just anyone into our home. The only man I wanted to bring home was one prepared to be a father to you, we were a package deal.”

Your brows pinched together as you understood yet another sacrifice she had made for you growing up. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You’ll understand it when you’re a mother one day - when you’re older, much older, and retired from racing.” She patted your knee twice at the knock on the door and stood up to open it. “Evening gentlemen, come to collect our Champ?”

You looked to the door and found Lando leaning against the frame with your heels hanging from his fingertips. Charles stood beside him with a hand on his waist.

“Actually, we were wondering if we could have a family meeting.”

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Masterlist (revamped!)

Who i will write for!

-Tommy Lee

-Nikki Sixx

-Mick Mars

-Vince Neil

-Joan Jett

-Kurt Cobain

-Jason Dean

-Veronica Sawyer

-Heather Chandler

-Heather Duke

(I wont write for mcnamara because i dont know her well!!)

-Douglas booth! Sixx

-MGK! Lee

-Daniel Webber! Neil

-Iwan Rheon! Mars

-Kristian Stewert! Jett

+ If you want to request someone whos not on here, just send me an ask and ill see what i can do!! 🖤

Kinks / Weird shit i wont write for

Watersports. (Piss/scat kinks)

Pedophilia.

No stepcest.

Noncon.

Heavy on the noncon.

If your unsure of something, just ask! If im uncomfortable with writing it, i wont write it.

Tommy lee:

None

Nikki sixx:

None

Mick mars:

None

Vince Neil:

None

Joan Jett:

Kurt Cobain:

None

Jason Dean:

None

Veronica Sawyer:

None

Heather C:

None

Heather D:

None

DB! Sixx:

None

MGK! Lee:

None

DW!Neil:

None

IR!Mars:

None

KS!Jett:

None

I have like no motivation, so please be patient with my posts!

also pls send me asks i will probably write so much more if i get asks

Anon family!!

none 🥲

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[indestructiblelittlefucker]

MORE OFMD Con Panel Recordings

Realized that Popverse still had the VOD available for C2E2 in April 2023 and MCM London in May 2023, so here they are! Same as my last post (and I'll edit that one to include these links as well), these are Mega links, videos can be viewed in browser or downloaded. If it asks you for the decryption key, check to make sure you have JavaScript enabled in your browser. If you DO have it enabled and it's still asking for the key, let me know.

Chicago Comic & Entertainment Expo / C2E2 - April 1 2023 - Kristian Nairn, Vico Ortiz, & Samba Schutte

MCM London - May 2023 - Nathan Foad, Kristian Nairn, & Con O'Neill

[boylikeanangel]

OFMD Episode 2 UK Broadcast Afterparty Stream (with Rhys Darby and Samba Schutte) Highlights

(I'm gonna do one of these after every stream for those who missed it btw, I'm taking notes for anything they reveal about season 2 so I thought I may as well add everything interesting!!)

- rhys has a mustache now (it's for his next role, but he still sent me jumping out of my chair when he came on screen)

- they filmed at least some of season 2 episode 1 outside whilst it was raining

- rhys said he sees stede as a lost soul

- he also compared the crew of the revenge to the muppets (in an affectionate way)

- samba said there might be new roach recipes in season 2 and an ofmd cookbook is definitely a possibility in future

- lots of sexual jokes about gardening equipment???

- samson apparently breaks character more than anyone else

- they were asked to describe season 2 in three words and they did not give three words but these are the words they used: bigger, extra, complex, epic, and heartbreaking

- samba had to come back to the "heartbreaking" one because he was worried he'd scared people; he tried to clarify what he meant but was cut off by rhys and kristian so he didn't spoil anything, but rhys said he wasn't sure what samba meant by this so we can be pretty certain he meant it in a positive way

- samba said he has upwards of 400 bts photos and videos to share with us all

- rhys said this show made him realise for the first time the kind of impact he could have on other people's lives through his acting and he could mean something to his fans other than just being someone who made them laugh :')

- if they were stranded on a desert island, rhys said he'd pick roach out of the whole crew to be stuck with, with ed as his second choice. samba said he'd pick jim

- samba stole some gold coins from set on season 2

- rhys hasn't stolen anything from the ofmd set, but theo (rhys' son) apparently took home the shoes he wore as young stede in season 1, and neither of his parents are sure if they were given to him or if he stole them

- rhys said "I'm a good boy"