#can you tell i’m british?

[spinjitzunerd78]

Places I want to shift to but make it ✨niche✨

Eastenders

There’s two time storylines I’d wanna shift to. Circa 2016-2018 with Keegan, Shakil, Bex, Louise (the last good set of teens in Walford). Or the same time period but with Ben, Jay, Lola and Johnny (the young adults). Idk why but I just want to be besties with Ben Mitchell.

Waterloo Road

Another place with two storylines I’d wanna shift to. Either S6 to be with Finn Sharkey. Or S9 to hang out with Barry, Dynasty, Imogen, Connor and Kevin. To experience Rachel Mason as a head teacher will be the best thing ever. I’ve had a lucid dream about going bowling w/ Finn, Josh, Amy and Lauren so that is a scenario in my script.

Carmen Sandiego

I’d join as the team medic or something. Hanging out with Zack, Ivy and Carm will be incredible.

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

The fact that this show was cancelled is criminal. I’ve never imagined myself in a friendship group so much as with these guys. I’d even get along with Rory!

Winx Club

My childhood. The aesthetic. The vibe. The outfits. To be one of the winx and friends with the specialists. Incredible.

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[seventh-district]

i’ve just finished season one of TMA, and being someone who’s okay with spoilers is fun because it means i can peruse the wiki and scroll through the tag and i get to become privy to all sorts of weird, wonderful, halfway-out-of-context information that i get to look forward to understanding in the future

like. what do you mean Leitner’s in the tunnels?

what do you mean Jon eats the extinguished sun??

what do you mean it’s spelled Gerard Keay???

[howdoyousleep3]

first thing Husband said to me this morning—

“Woke up super hard this morning thinking about how fast your ass looked last time we fucked doggystyle”

[crancisfrozier]

Do you ever think about how James Clark Ross stood on Fury Beach in 1849 on a rescue mission to find his best friend, who was unknowingly just a few hundred miles away. How the man he had crossed an ocean to find was basically on the other end of a landmass from him. That he would die before ever finding out how close he had been.

[malusienki]

back on my bullshit (thinking about national anthems and such)

[raeofgayshine]

Wish there was a way to begin to explain what happened tonight during stream because there’s some kind of gold in Jim thinking that Riddler is fairy (like tinkerbell) but everyone else just thinks he’s calling Ed a slur and the pipeline it leads down, connecting to Bruce thinking babies come from kissing, all the way to Jim asking Ed and Oswald if Tim was “their fairy baby and Tim telling Steph “I think Jim just called me a fairy.” Steph: “sorry you had to find out this way, but we all kind of knew.”

[sophiekarim]

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD & LUCY CARLYLE Lockwood & Co. 1x07 - Mesmerised

𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie fic idea: Roy is secretly a centuries old vampire who can withstand sunlight. Something happens that leaves Roy cut up and bleeding out. He has no choice but to ask Jamie for his blood. Even though he's terrified, Jamie gives his consent. The second Roy gently sinks his teeth into Jamie's neck and tastes his blood, Roy knows he's ruined for all others. Jamie himself has never experienced something so intimate and amazing and he's just as gone for Roy. It gets complicated, but they figure out the possibility of eternity together

AHHHHH

I don’t think I can describe my love for vampires.

The driver was drunk. Roy is starting to fade in and out but Christ at least Jamie is mostly okay just his broken arm from where Roy shoved him out of the way. The driver is dead. Slammed into Roy and then a tree, Jamie wanted to check on Roy first but he insisted Jamie go to the human.

God of all the years being alive Roy has never felt pain like this. He knows he can’t technically die but god he can get close. But Jamie still needs medical attention. He’s got a cut on his head from falling and the broken arm is seriously at a fucked up angle.

The only choice if fly but he’s way to weak for that. He’ll need blood.

He can’t drink from the dead drunk dickhead. Because, well, dead blood doesn’t work.

Jamie is crying. God he’ll have to ask Jamie. Christ he doesn’t want to ask Jamie for that. It’s too intimate, too close to what Roy craves.

“Jamie.” Almost like he’s summoned out of his fit Jamie throws himself at Roy. “Woah it’s okay I’m fine. I’ll be fine I just need to ask something strange, and no it’s not a concussion.”

Jamie scrubs at his face with his bloody hand. “Alright anything.”

“I need to drink your blood.”

Jamie blinks.

“Uh mate no I think you need to lie down I can try and run to find cell reception. I’m sorry about by stupid fucking let’s run in the country idea.”

Roy sighs. He sits up with a huff. “No Jamie I’m a vampire.”

“Bullshit. You’d be a werewolf.”

Roy growls. He lets his fangs drop, and opens his mouth for Jamie to see.

“Oh shit mate you aren’t fucking me around.”

Jamie looks shocked but there’s a hit of something else Roy can’t pick out in his face. “No not ‘fucking you around’ I’m a vampire Jamie and I need blood to fly us home.”

Jamie has a bit more of the unknown look in his face. “Alright sure.. want my wrist or like ankle, how much are you gonna take??”

Roy sighs. Normally a wrist would work but he needs a good amount. “No neck would be best.”

Jamie goes a bit red at that. “Yeah course just don’t drain me. Shit sure. Uhh yeah go for it I command you or like allow you or permit you or whatever to suck my blood. Side question do you sparkle?”

“Command?”

“I don’t fucking know don’t you have to be invited places.”

“Sparkle?”

“Twilight.”

“No that’s a stupid fucking myth some jackass started.”

“Oh.”

“And no sparkly vampires are for Mormons with bad fashion.” “You’ve watched twilight??”

“Come here and straddle me it’ll be easiest and I can hold your neck.”

Jamie goes tinted red at this point. Huh. Maybe he does want Roy how Roy wants him.

He crawls into Roy’s lap. Bracing his one okay hand on Roy’s shoulders, and sets the fucked arm in his lap, he leans his head back. Roy cradles the back of Jamie’s head. “Okay?” Jamie takes a Deep breath. “Okay.” Roy hesitates for a second. Then he darts forward and plunges his teeth in.

Oh god that’s good. God it’s perfect. Jamie is perfect. Of course his blood is perfect. He tastes like home. Roy knows of other vamps saying their person tasted like home but he never thought he’d have it.

Jamie let’s out a moan. Oh? Oh. He likes it. “Roy.”

Christ that’s going to be burned into Roy’s fantasies for a long time.

He stops drinking for a second, he’s already feeling stronger. He pulls back and looks at Jamie, his pupils are blown black. He looks like he should be on silk bed sheets instead of a country road.

Roy licks his teeth. “You okay.” Jamie lets out a quiet moan. “It always feel that good?” Roy shakes his head “uh no, you uh you’re special.”

Jamie nods, not really understanding but wanting Roy to continue but first. “Kiss me?” Roy looks at Jamie. How could he ever resist. “Always.”

He kisses him. God it feels like coming home. Perfect. Sweet. Bloody. Slick.

Roy pulls away with a gasp, “okay enough. Come on.” Jamie nods. “We get to do that again right.” “Right now in fact.”

The sound Jamie lets out should be illegal. Roy bites the other side of his neck, no good reason other then wanted to see Jamie marked up. He drinks with less urgency this time. He can feel Jamie’s pulse. God that’s good. But it’s time for them to go to a hospital.

He pulls himself away. Shushing Jamie when he whimpers, “it’s alright we can do that again, just time to fly.” Jamie looks excited at that. “Fly? Like Peter Pan?” Roy chuckles, lifting himself off the ground while still holding Jamie. “Basically yeah but Pan is a prick.”

“No fucking way he’s real.”

“He’s not I just wanted to fuck with you.”

“Dick!” Jamie smacks Roy’s chest.

Six months later Roy turns Jamie into a vampire, Jamie is extremely excited to learn that the only way they can ever die is if they kill each other. Because vampires are immortal unless the person they’ve taken the most blood from decides to kill them.

You better believe Roy and Jamie got busy in those months.

Years later (10ish) supernatural creatures become more known and even loved so a supernatural league of soccer become a thing and Jamie gets to live his dream for years!

Because you know my vampires my lore.

[snowonthebeach-ft-lanadelrey]

the lads can see it’s a bantah, YOU can see it’s a bantah, there’s no need to staht anything just because you’re in a bad mood at my pahty—

[dykesynthezoid]

“Those historical costuming community weirdos” people on here will say, bc they cannot fathom that someone with formal education as a dress historian might… shockingly… actually know more about historical dress than they do. You know, as an expert. And it’s wild bc it’s ppl who will decry anti-intellectualism in one breath and then demean studied female historians in the next, all bc they??? Presented a piece of clothing history that contradicted your specific layman’s misconceptions????

That’s not to say these historians don’t have their own bias and may interpret the facts of dress history a certain way; but that’s the case in any professional field. There’s always some variation in perspectives and interpretations. That doesn’t change the fact that those professionals still have a much better understanding of the issue than you do as a layman. Also the way people talk about these women is very frequently misogynistic as hell, but I guess that isn’t surprising. Would prefer if it didn’t come from so many people who proclaim to be feminists though

[6ebe]

my dad just sent me a text message saying “you could be cycling for team gb rn” bc it’s the first day of Olympic track cycling and I know like half of the team bc I used to train with them when I was younger 💀

[fingertipsmp3]

Just when things can’t get any worse you end up in a meeting that could’ve been an email

[false-lemons]

Some lovely flooding today

[serafaina]

OK. OKAY. YOU GUYS.

I am LOVING the fucking chocolate guy’s netflix show! It’s FANTASTIC! Anf hold on to your fucking boots y’all cause it’s actually not what I was expecting at all!

Do you miss the gentleness of the Great British Bake-Off? THIS SHOW IS SO KIND AND GENTLE! For fuck’s sake, NO ONE GETS KICKED OFF! No. No, Listen to this! When they lose the first challenge (a pastry one), the punishment is... They get private lessons with Amaury to help improve what brought their scores down instead of competing in the second chocolate challenge. 

When the one black lady contestant messed up the first challenge I was super bummed and like, OF COURSE. But NO. She got lessons! She struggled! she worked hard! and she won a later challenge! GROWTH MY DUDES! They are there TO LEARN and GROW and Maybe Win a Big Prize!

They ALL get to stay and keep doing their best! and at the end the one who did the best overall is the one who gets the money prize!

Look at this lovely line up! they make COOL LOOKING FANCY THINGS! Amaury tells us how he does some of the fancy things he does! They OFFER TO HELP EACH OTHER WHEN THEY FINISH EARLY AND GET PROPS FOR THAT! (not taunted for not using their own time better). The set up even kinda makes the one who is like, I’m in it to win it, is the villain and doing bad. The rest who are like, I’m here to learn and grow and maybe make friends! AUGH YOU GUYS!

Amaury is soft spoken and kind, and has a pretty voice and a pretty smile and that’s nice to watch too. The chefs are talented and artistic and they actually give the THE TIME to make nice things! It’s not “Wham out some half-assed garbage in 2 hours so we can shotgun the production and laugh at your garbage” like most cooking shows nowadays. NO! 14 hour challenges! They’re still hard, but they get to actually make cool stuff! fancy stuff! Stuff I want to look at and cheer for them!

The episodes average 38 min and aren’t a huge time commitment, the first episode being the longest one, and there are only 8 total so it’s not like you have to really get in for the long haul. \

WATCH IT! Pump it! we need more cooking shows like this and less that are sad and mean!

[pucksandpower]

So Good to Me

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc is the perfect man for you … getting stopped on the street for a random TikTok challenge just serves to prove that even further

The warm Monaco sun beats down on you as you stroll leisurely along the bustling sidewalk, a canvas tote bag filled with fresh produce and flowers from the local farmer’s market hanging from your shoulder. The salty sea breeze wafts across your face, carrying with it the excited chatter and laughter of tourists admiring the luxurious yachts bobbing in Port Hercules.

You smile to yourself, relishing this perfect Mediterranean afternoon. Just a quick stop at home to drop off your purchases, and then maybe you’ll take a dip in the infinity pool on the terrace to cool off before Charles is done with-

“Excusez-moi, mademoiselle!” A young man’s voice breaks through your daydreaming. You glance over to see a twenty-something guy with a neatly trimmed beard, expensive-looking sunglasses, and a black t-shirt emblazoned with HUSTLE in white block letters. He’s holding a mini microphone and has his iPhone pointed at you, clearly filming.

A TikToker.

You sigh internally but force a polite smile.

“Oui, puis-je vous aider?” You reply in French.

“Ah sorry, I don’t speak much French! Do you speak English?” The TikToker asks eagerly in a British accent.

“Yes, I do. Can I help you with something?” You say, switching to English yourself. You just want to get home but you know these influencer types can be annoyingly persistent.

The TikToker grins. “Brilliant! I’m doing a social experiment for my followers. I was wondering — do you have a significant other? A boyfriend or husband perhaps?”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly but decide to humor him. “Um, yes, I have a boyfriend,” you answer simply.

His eyes light up. “Fantastic! And would you say your boyfriend loves you very much?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the boldness of this stranger’s line of questioning. “Yes, I would definitely say that. He loves me a lot,” you confirm, a soft smile playing on your lips as you think of Charles.

“Perfect! Okay, here’s the challenge,” the TikToker announces dramatically, staring intensely into his camera. “I want you to call up your boyfriend right now and ask him to send you some money. Doesn’t matter how much. But for every €100 he sends, I’ll give you €20 to keep for yourself. Let’s see how much he really loves you, shall we?”

You stare at this guy incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. Is he serious? He clearly has no idea who your boyfriend is. An amused smirk spreads across your face as you fish your iPhone out of your designer purse.

“Alright, you’re on,” you say confidently, already unlocking your phone and tapping on Charles’ contact. The TikToker looks surprised but excited that you actually agreed to his silly challenge.

“Put it on speaker phone,” he instructs, zooming his camera in on your phone screen which is now dialing Charles.

After a few rings, the warm, honey-smooth voice you adore comes through. “Allô mon amour, what’s up?” Charles greets you sweetly. “I’m just finishing up some simulator runs but I should be done soon to help with dinner.”

“Hey baby,” you reply, your voice automatically softening. “Sorry to bother you, I know you’re busy. But I’m out right now and I just passed by that little boutique near the casino, you know the one? And I saw the most incredible pair of shoes in the window. I swear they were calling my name.”

Charles laughs affectionately, the sound like music to your ears even through the cell phone speaker. “Oh yeah? The ones that were calling your name last week turned out to be, what was it, €900?” He teases.

You roll your eyes playfully even though he can’t see. “Okay, fair, but you know I hardly ever splurge on myself. I’m usually so frugal!”

“Mmhmm, whatever you need to tell yourself, chérie,” Charles says wryly and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Let me guess, you need to go get these dream shoes right now? Or else they’ll haunt you forever?”

“You know me so well,” you gush dramatically. “I promise I’ll pay you back though! I get paid next week and-”

“Hey, hey, stop,” Charles cuts you off gently. “Mon cœur, you never have to pay me back, you know that. I love being able to treat you and spoil you. You deserve the world. Never forget that.”

You feel yourself melt at his earnest words, momentarily forgetting you have an audience. “I love you so much,” you murmur. “Thank you for always being so good to me.”

“Right back at you, ma belle. Je t’aime,” Charles says tenderly. “There, check your banking app. Let me know if you need any more. And have fun shopping! I’ll see you at home in a bit, okay? À bientôt!”

You glance down at your phone as a notification from your bank pops up on the screen. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the amount Charles sent over, but you recover quickly.

“Thank you, baby. See you soon!” You reply before hanging up. You turn back to the TikToker who is gaping at you in disbelief. Casually, you turn your phone screen towards him and his camera so he can clearly see the notification that €10,000 has just been deposited into your account.

The poor guy looks like he’s about to pass out from shock. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, rendered speechless. You just laugh good-naturedly.

“Well, guess I won your little challenge, huh?” You remark, slipping your phone back into your purse. “Tell you what, why don’t you donate whatever money you were going to give me to a local animal shelter instead? I think it’ll be put to much better use there.”

The TikToker finally manages to pick his jaw up off the floor. He laughs shakily and nods. “Yeah ... yeah I can do that. Wow. Um, thanks for being such a good sport about this. And congrats on, uh, winning, I guess?”

You give him a friendly wink. “Anytime. Have a nice rest of your day!” With that, you turn gracefully on your heel and continue on your way back home, feeling rather smug and deeply appreciative of your wonderfully generous boyfriend.

“Wait!” The TikToker calls out after you. You glance back over your shoulder curiously. He hesitates before asking in an awed voice, “If you don’t mind me asking ... who the hell is your boyfriend?”

An enigmatic smile plays on your lips. “No one special really,” you reply breezily. “Just a guy who loves driving fast cars.”

You leave the gaping TikToker in your wake as you saunter off, already daydreaming about showing your appreciation to Charles later for being the most incredible boyfriend imaginable.

Maybe you really will splurge on those designer shoes after all … and pick up a little something special from the lingerie boutique next door while you’re at it.

Your smile widens. Just as a little thank you to your man, of course. Life is good when you’re in love with Charles Leclerc.