#rainy Cambridge

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April 2023

Cambridge, UK

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Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc - Nadia Hamilton

summary: a rainy day in the South of France has put you two closer than you would think.

warnings: outfit descriptions, cussing, suggestive gestures, pet names, links to visuals, a bit of smau (i’ll make a separate chapter for that 😭)

saint’s team radio 🎀: hey y’all, Nadia misses you guys! Sorry I took forever with this, it was a lot on my plate along with a whole lotta drafts that i made up 🧍🏽‍♀️ i love you guys 🥹 LEWDIA IS BACK!!!

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It’s 8 am and Nadia couldn’t feel any lighter, a smile painted on her face as she descended down the stairs of her LA home.

Vanilla and cinnamon scented candles were lit around the living room along with the kitchen area, clean and ready for the amazing breakfast she was going to make for when Lewis woke up. The satin pyjamas smelled like his cologne and surprisingly, she felt refreshed after a wild night out with her friends.

Except it wasn’t 8 am on a Sunday morning.

“Are my earrings too loud?” Nadia exclaimed, holding her ears as she stood in front of Amara who was leaning on the Jeep she and Miles came in.

“What?” Amara slurred and giggled right after with her eyes barely open.

“You can’t hear them?” She shook her head, feeling her head sway much faster than it actually did.

Amara just laughed out loud at Nadia’s confusion. “Tinkerbell, they’re veeeeery quiet.” She managed to get her words out, her eyes barely open.

When Nadia is high, she’s a very special person. Her curiosity skyrockets and she can hold a conversation for hours about literally anything. How she got to this point was just 40 minutes before, she had asked for something sweet because she had a sour taste in her mouth and Amara just so happened to give her 2 edibles.

Miles had suggested that they all head home and the girls get some air from being the packed party. The Jeep luckily had an open roof for the cool air and the boys just watched the exchange between Nadia and Amara, laughing at almost everything they said.

“I really want pancakes. Oh! Pookie bear, can we make pancakes when we get home?” Nadia expressed her excitement when she thought of the idea although not knowing the time. All Lewis did was smile at the eager girl, holding onto his coat just in case she felt cold.

“Brotha, just as a me and you talk. How you feelin since Nadia came into your life?” Miles asked, crossing his arms as he watched the two women laugh at a bug on the window shield.

Taking a breath, Lewis began. “It’s been fun having someone around, I won’t lie. She had a whole life before me and I feel guilty watching her change her life around to help me with my image. I think she sees this as a friendship and I wouldn’t put it past her to not. She’s a breath of fresh air.” He spoke.

“Just wanna point out you did not look at me the entire time you said all that.” Miles laughed, earning an eye roll from his friend. “But it is very nice to hear you speak about someone like this. Nads is a brilliant one, so I’ve heard from the grapevine.” The tall man nodded as he talked.

“The grapevine being Amara?” Lewis teased which earned him a push on the arm. “Shush. Anyways, she went to Cambridge then Oxford and she’s a teacher. If you fuck this up, Carl Davidson, you’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” Miles pointed at Lewis who just took everything in.

“Who knows? She could’ve had a line of people waiting for her but she wanted to help you out of the goodness of her heart, dealing with your stubborn ass. My point is me and the crew already love her and her personality so please.” He concluded, making the “i’m watching you” gesture and they both laughed.

“Let me go make those pancakes and I’ll let you know.” Lewis chuckled at the thought of making pancakes with Nadia at 11 pm, mere hours before they have to leave for Monaco.

Eventually getting the women into the car and them immediately requesting to play music and sing their hearts out, the group drove off into the nighttime and it wasn’t long until they reached the Los Angeles home.

“Bye Mars, bye fencer.” Nadia exclaimed, dragging out the last letter of their given nicknames. The jeep drove out of the large gates and the two walked to the front door with held hands, mainly to keep Nadia from tripping on her own two feet. Once in the house, Lewis could tell that she was about to head for the kitchen first but he held her hand much tighter which made her whine out.

“But the pancakes, Lew.” She whined as he pulled her in front of her. “I know, Nads. Let’s just take our shoes off before we go make them.” He smiled, watching as she leaned herself on the hallway wall with her eyes staring daggers into his.

“You’re no fun.” Nadia rolled her eyes but she could feel her body tingling as he continued to hold intense eye contact with her.

“Wanna repeat that?” Lewis smirked and she shook her head, feeling her high slip away a little as Nadia felt all the emotions.

Kneeling down, Lewis put his hand out to her legs so that she could get her slightly stained shoes off. With each antagonising minute that passed, she watched the man gently take her shoes off and neatly putting them next to the wall but what truly sat with her was how close he was to where her daydreams led her to.

“Thank you.” Nadia whispered out to him, watching him stand to his full height. “No problem, sweetie.” He winked and linked his hand with hers once again, seeing how gone she was, the plan of making pancakes out the window.

Going upstairs, reality started becoming clearer the closer she got to the top step. As nervous as she was, Nadia wanted something without her being the first one to make the first move. “Could you help me with my corset?” She blurted out, ignoring the butterflies flying around her stomach.

“Lead the way.” Lewis moved to the side to allow her to enter her room first. Thankful she left it clean, she slowly walked to the en suite bathroom with him following her closely behind. The mirror reflection showed him with his hands in his pockets, the coat long forgotten downstairs. Her breath hitched when she made eye contact with him through the mirror, her hands holding onto the edge of the bathroom counter.

To try and ignore the rising tension between them, Nadia played a little with her hair and Lewis took this as an opportunity to really drink her in. Every item she wore sat on her body so well, her jewellery shining representing her personality. He internally thanked the universe for bringing such a woman into his life, watching her fidget about and eventually finding a claw clip for the wig she wore.

Nadia raised her hands to attempt to take the jewels off but he reached out first, standing dangerously close to her and she could feel his fingers graze the back of her neck with goosebumps rising on her skin. It didn’t take long until Lewis gently placed the accessories on the marble counter and took a step back but she wished he stayed longer behind her, it felt all too right.

“You really shouldn’t look at people like that.” Nadia muttered, taking off her bracelets next. “So I shouldn’t appreciate my wife just existing?” Lewis smirked, his hands now behind his back.

“Said the same thing back at the party, white boy didn’t even know.” She smiled at the memory, deciding to take off her makeup before taking the corset off also just to keep Lewis in her company a little longer.

“Sweetie, he knew. Pretty sure he watched you for a while before he did that stunt.” He said, watching intently how she took her makeup off.

Scoffing a bit, she dragged the damp cotton ball across her eye. “Stunt? Dare I say you sound a lil jealous, Sir.” She chuckled. Lewis didn’t respond, he just kept his eyes on her and watched her try to shy away from the intense look he was giving her with a small smile on his face.

“You looked really good today.” He complimented. One thing Nadia didn’t want to show was how easy it was for her to fold at his words but she couldn’t help it. “Boy, you’re over here making me blush.” She gave him a smile through the mirror, appreciating the way their friendship was going.

Lewis shrugged. “Glad it was me and not that white boy.” He rolled his eyes and got a loud laugh out of her as she was dabbing her face with a small towel. “I knew you were jealous!”

“Yeah yeah.” Now it was his turn to shy away so that Nadia couldn’t see the growing smile on his face.

“Can you break down this upcoming week for me? I won’t hold you, I’m super nervous.” She asked, turning around to face him then leaning on the counter.

“We’ll be staying at home this week, first thing. Might get my hair done in time for Versace then the rest of the week is prep for the race weekend.” He spoke, scratching his head afterwards.

“I sent Tia some ideas for your outfit and she went ahead and got it, she said it’ll be in Monaco by the time we get there. She also said it’s hella bougie over there so I need to up my game this week.” Nadia said then nodded afterwards.

The two conversed about everything she could possibly expect from the Monaco Grand Prix weekend and how wild it could get. As promised, he had helped her with her corset clips and choosing to ignore that they could cut the tension with a knife.

They said good night to each other quite awkwardly before heading to bed.

Baby steps, Nadia thought.

iMessage!

The girlies 🫦

nads: i won’t lie to you guys, we had a moment

charlotte (not tilbury) : LEWDIA IS HAPPENING???

personal pillow amara: FINALLY also how are you not high out of your mind?

nataliaaaa: you got tinkerbell high?

charlotte (not tilbury): can we focus on the two lovebirds pls !!!

charlotte (not tilbury): you’re not off the hook amara 🤨

nads: my high disappeared SO QUICK but it felt so real, i blushed

nataliaaa: tink, i’m going to need you to STAND UP. it’s damn near 1 am ‼️

nads: sorry 😭 just wanted to update my girls but i’ll def tell you the deets in monaco if you guys are coming?

personal pillow amara: unfortunately i have work so i’ll miss so much iconic shit 😔

charlotte (not tilbury): oh no 😔 i’ll definitely fill up my phone storage for you mars x

nataliaaa: mars, we got you 🫵🏽. now let’s get some sleep before our flight!

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(+44) 34 - *** - ****

yo nads, it’s cench

nadia: what do you want

central cee (unfort.): so me and dave are heading to mons this week for the race and what not

nadia: so what’s that got to do with me

central cee (unfort.): c’mon don’t be like that

nadia: girl wtf do you want

central cee (unfort.): we shootin that weekend so we had the brilliant plan that you could be in the vid 😁

nadia: bye cench, don’t annoy me this week. tell dave i said hi though

central cee (unfort.): nads 🧍🏽‍♂️

nadia: AHT AHT you lost the privilege to call me that after that little stunt you tried to pull in front of my boys

central cee (unfort.): it was for the beta squad vid

nadia: go talk to the wall. bye.

central cee (unfort.) has been blocked!

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MONTE CARLO, MONACO

In Europe, it’s always raining somewhere and today, Mother Nature chose Monaco to spread her showers.

The pair had landed a few hours earlier, crashing into their beds after a quick penthouse tour which left Nadia speechless. A well deserved nap later, soft music played from the house speakers and vanilla scented incense wafted through the air while she looked through the kitchen for ingredients for pancakes, also making sure they hadn’t gone past the expiry date.

Although it was raining outside, it wasn’t as cold inside. Satisfied with how the first pancake came out, she continued pouring a bit of the batter into the pan. “Maybe I should melt some chocolate.” She muttered to herself, biting the edge of her nail while rotating the pan around.

Lewis couldn’t help but look at his wife in admiration once again, everything about her was endearing to him. He knew she was different from anyone he’d been with, despite the obvious that she wasn’t famous. He appreciated her showing her personality from the moment anyone meets her, the genuine feelings she expresses to everything and her support.

Not to mention her reactions to anything he buys for her, he loves the smile that spreads across her face when she sees something she likes and he wants to keep that smile there forever.

“It smells good in here, chef.” Lewis spoke, leaning on the kitchen counter and watched her prepare their pancakes. Nadia flinched at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to wake up anytime soon.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack one day, pookie.” Nadia said, pointing the spatula in his direction. Sliding the cooked pancakes in his direction for taste test, she continued making the others.

“I still wanna melt some chocolate so go right ahead and tell me what you think.” She informed, not realising that he had not once glanced at the food in front of him. “I’ll wait up for you to finish so that we can eat together.” Lewis spoke, going as far as to lean his head on his hand.

Turning to face him, she put her hand on her hip. “I wanna wash the dishes before I eat, it’s one of the weird things I do.”

“I’ll help. Looks like we’ve got more in common than we thought.”

With Nadia drying off the dishes, Lewis stuck to washing duty and it would’ve been a fairly quick process if the two didn’t sing all the songs that came up. “Damn you can sing sing! Might make you sing for me every day.” She joked, drying off the last bowl used for chocolate chips and moved around the spacious kitchen to put it away.

“Whatever you say, Nads.” Lewis cleaned up the sink then turn to watch her struggle to put the bowl back because the cupboard was too high.

Deciding to help her, he held her waist and hoisted her up then helped her down, the two gazing at each other afterwards. There was that tension again, one step from either of them and their chests would be touching.

Neither had made any move to look elsewhere, getting lost in each other’s eyes. Choosing to be bold, Lewis dragged his eyes to her plump moisturised lips, waiting for something to happen. Anything.

The doorbell ringing is what brought them out of their moment, both looking at the front door as if they had been caught. Hooking her finger to his infamous pearl necklace, Lewis could barely comprehend her lips on the corner of his mouth. A quick peck and her lipgloss now transferred onto him.

“I’ll go get it.” Nadia smirked then gave the shocked man a wink, moving to head to the front door, revealing Tia carrying two Versace bags. “Am I interrupting somethin here?” Tia voiced out before entering the penthouse.

“Hello to you, Tia.” Nadia greeted, closing the front door and following behind.

“I’ve got your outfits for tomorrow!”

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“It’s way too early for this shit but but I look good that’s all that matters.” Nadia spoke to herself, spraying the last bit hairspray to the back of her head then adding one last hairpin.

Fixing her dress afterwards, she stared at herself in the mirror and was extremely happy with her choice. She was more than curious to see how Lewis’ outfit came about since she was given the opportunity to style him.

The theme for this event was all black while Donatella Versace and Dua Lipa’s vision was for the runway outfits to be the stars of the show. Going through fashion blogs and archives late at night when she couldn’t sleep, she made sure she built up a good enough outfit to add to her portfolio.

Nadia knew his braider came over this morning whilst she was styling her own wig and she was excited to see the finished product on him. Seeing her Louboutins waiting to be worn on the floor, she decided to make him take photos of her before they left.

Lifting her dress in order for her to not trip on it, Nadia walked to the main bedroom knowing very well that he was there because she could hear his footsteps. “Pookie, could you take some photos of me before we leave. I want to make…sure….” Nadia couldn’t finish her sentence as the man she was looking for walked out of his closet adjusting the black shirt he wore.

“Damn.” She whispered lowly but he had heard her and her previous request. The all black outfit accentuated his physique along with the tailored pants. On anyone else, the outfit wouldn’t be as exciting but on him, it had a completely different style to it. Very minimal jewellery but goodness did it work with the outfit.

“You look gorgeous, Nads. Extremely gorgeous.” Lewis complimented, fixing his watch. She didn’t want to show that the compliment got to her but her pursed lips and high cheekbones were a result of it. “Thank you, Lew.” She voiced.

Eventually, the pair had taken all the pictures they could before leaving. The show had been a success, Donatella had absolutely adored Nadia and how she presented herself to the fashion world. Lewis stood back and watched as she met so many people with such grace and kindness, networking without even realising. Not to mention Dua Lipa going crazy upon finally meeting Nadia, only ever interacting online. Best believe most of the garments were already being sent to Nadia’s doorstep.

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With Friday quickly approaching, Nadia sat in the passenger seat of the sf90, texting her younger cousin who finally arrived in the uk the day before. The tension from earlier on in the week was still present but it was masked up with their friendship. Both had tried to distract themselves from it by spending time away from each other; Nadia with the other wags and Lewis with Miles and Spinz but it only got worse because of the space.

The traffic that day was awful but they had somehow gotten to the paddock in time. The atmosphere in Monaco was buzzing with excitement and people were everywhere donning their merch and waiting for their favourite driver to arrive. As always, the Mercedes garage was full with tons more celebrities than there were in Miami.

Spending most of her time with Charlotte, Nadia gathered up the courage to tell her about everything going on with a certain UK rapper. “Wait wait. So he’s still pining for you or what?” The blonde held Nadia’s hands across the table at the Paddock Club, overlooking the garages.

“I rejected him when he tried the first time. We continued being acquaintences until now, I guess. Mind you, this man basically asked if I wanted to be a video vixen.” Nadia rolled her eyes at the whole thing.

“The audacity of this man.” Charlotte said with a disgusted expression. She looked behind Nadia for a moment, watching this person walk closer and closer to them.

“Nads?”

“Yeah?”

“You said he wears a ‘23’ chain?”

“Uh huh…”

“Let’s go, he’s coming over here but he’s distracted right now.” Jumping out of her seat, Charlotte grabbed Nadia’s hand and quickly lead her out to the ever-busy paddock. “Damn, Lottie. Warn a girl next time.” Nadia chuckled as they slowed down and walked leisurely, practice not starting until an hour’s time.

Talking about anything that came to mind, Nadia had accidentally bumped into someone’s shoulder, immediately apologising until she saw who stood in front of her with a gigantic smile on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” He apologised, several Portuguese words following right after. Neymar Jr opted to continue staring at Nadia, all his focus on the woman in front of him. “It’s okay, I’m Nadia Hamilton. Nice to meet you.” She smiled, still holding onto Charlotte’s hand very tightly.

“Ah! Lewis’ wife! I must say you are very beautiful.” Neymar spoke and just like that, Nadia’s smile slightly faltered. “Right! This is Charlotte, my close friend.” She introduced the two to each other but he had his eyes on his friend’s wife.

“You know I never thought I would meet you. I wanted to ask Lewis but as always, he’s busy.” Neymar was trying and Nadia thought it was an adorable attempt. Within the span of a second, Lewis appeared behind Neymar on his scooter, with such a dark look in his eyes.

Charlotte squeezed Nadia’s hand once more to pay attention to her surroundings and once she did, she locked eyes with the man of the hour.

The girls watched as Lewis interacted with Neymar as if he didn’t just look at him in such a way that brought chills down their spines. “I see you’ve met Char and my wife, Nads.” The driver turns to them, reaching to embrace Nadia with Charlotte immediately catching the drift and texting the girls about it.

On the outside, this interaction looked all too friendly with old friends catching up just before Lewis has to get out on track. The look in Lewis' eyes said it all and Nadia couldn’t help but be entertained. Watching the thirsty footballer walk away in defeat and Charlotte running away to go tell Miles and Spinz everything, the pretend couple stood right by his scooter with cameras clearly pointing at them.

Keeping his arm around her shoulders, he leaned down to her ear. “You know you have cameras following your every move,right? You think that was a nice move, princess?” He spoke and she felt the vibrations of his voice travel down her body, resisting the urge to cross her legs.

“No…” She replied.

“Also your little rapper friend came around looking for you. Says he’s shooting for his music video.” He lifted his head to make it look like he was having a normal conversation when in reality, she was anticipating everything coming out of his mouth.

“And what did you say?” She asked, lowering her glasses from her head, following his direction. “Told him to have fun, it’s Monaco after all.” He smirked, he was enjoying this way too much.

All she could do was nod. The last thing she wanted was for that man to meet Lewis and now he’s taken it upon himself to go above himself and Lewis was entertaining it all.

On one of the huge screens right by the grandstands, the camera man made sure to keep the camera on them but Lewis on one step ahead of him. “Smile for the camera, Mrs Hamilton.” He quietly said with a smirk, patting her lower back and that brought goosebumps on her skin.

She smiled the best way she could, showing off her tooth gems.

What the hell? Nadia thought.

-

“This entire weekend has not been real.” Nadia groaned as she put her head in her hands, her left wrist heavier than the other. The music was blasting loudly as she watched her friends partied from the booth. Their way of persuading her being “He’s driving, you’re not. Let’s go have fun!”

The ‘fun’ in question was shopping, driving around Monaco in different sports cars each, participating in random street interviews and almost ending up in that music video. Not to mention Tia gifting her an iced out Rolex signed by her crew back in the uk, a few tears escaping as she opened the watch just before Lewis left for Qualifying.

However, Nadia Hamilton had no clue what her and her friends were doing at a club as the race was being held, only on lap 12. She was exhausted, these past two weeks finally getting to her and the thought of having to return to work next week made her cringe. No drinks had entered her system but she could feel the headache coming through.

Grabbing her shoulder bag, Nadia headed to the bar to let her friends know that she’ll catch up with them later at the post-race party that apparently everyone attends. Hopping in the Lamborghini and fastening her seat belt, the woman sat back and really thought about her life at the moment.

No less than three months ago, she had finished off paying her student loan 3 years after she received her honours degree from Oxford. Thinking that she finally felt a weight lifted from her shoulders after submitting the final payment but it was nothing compared to how she was living now. Financially free to do whatever she wanted.

She knew it was a dangerous thought to have because truly, no one knows how long this ‘marriage’ between her and Lewis will last. Once he’s no longer in different scandals, will he kick her out? Will he take back the gifts and cars? Who knows. But one thing Nadia knew was that there is always going to be a plan b if the first one doesn’t work out.

Still owns her car, her apartment and places her salary in her savings account just in case this doesn’t carry through.

Hearing the roar of the sports car through the streets of Monaco had caught the attention of those outside of the track, Nadia quickly rushing to the penthouse to avoid the not-so kind weather approaching. Sending a good luck text to Lewis knowing very well he couldn’t read it, she crashed onto the couch after a shower and watched the race whilst occasionally watching from the balcony.

P4 was a good result although she wished for a podium, proud of him either way and her instagram story was evidence. After a few hours of chilling and cooking up some good pasta, Lewis got home and she made sure to hug him with excitement.

“You did the damn thing out there, boy! Those old ass motherfuckers had no idea what they were saying.” Nadia cheesed as she let go of the hug. He was pleasantly surprised at all this energy considering she was out all day.

“I mean, it’s not the result we wanted but I worked my ass off today.” He spoke, placing his stuff down on the kitchen counter. He stood next to her as she too leaned against the counter with her arms crossed.

“By the way, our friends have invited us to the post-race party at Lillie’s.” She pursed her lips then looked at his side profile. “What’s your say?”

“I don’t know, some Brazilian guy’ll be there and want your full attention.” Lewis shrugged.

“So..you?”

Kissing his teeth at her response, she burst into laughter. “I had to, that shit was funny.” Nadia wheezed as she looked at his stoic expression. “Damn,” she wiped a tear of laughter. “Let me go change so I can piss you off even more at the cluuuub!” She stood up straight and walked to her room, cackling loudly as she did. Leaving him to shake his head and laugh at her little jokes.

A good hour had passed and she was surprisingly ready in time. Wanting to keep as many memories of the weekend, Nadia took many photos be it serious or with personality. However, she wanted to change scenery so she went ahead to the living area that had a mirror and had an impromptu photoshoot.

Not noticing Lewis’ heavy footsteps walking around, she only looked up after a few moments and caught him admiring her. He sat on the couch manspread with his arm under his chin although his eyes were telling a different story.

Nadia took one glimpse at his outfit consisting of a LV sweatshirt that resembled a football jersey, large jewellery with his cap facing backwards and a fan in his diamond-clad hand and to take it a step further, he leaned back into the couch and flashed a bright smile, revealing a new set of grillz to her.

Fuck it, she thought.

“You think they’ll mind if we’re a bit late?” She asked, slowly walking towards him until she ended up between his legs. His hand connected with hers and guided her into his lap to straddle him, both hands grabbing at her waist to bring her closer.

“They’ll be fine.” Lewis slightly bit his lip and leaned in.

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[mid-afternoon-studies]

24.11.22 | mid-lab photo

synthesised benzocaine, did an IR spec and TLC as well :)

i can’t believe it’s already the end of term AKA time for bridgemas! cambridge has this tradition of celebrating ‘bridgemas’ on 25th november and there’s so many formals and fun events coming up :) perfect because it’s getting cold and dark and rainy

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Tag games that have been piling up 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Thanks for tagging me everyone! 💞💞💞

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List 10 songs with 10 names in the titles that I like, and then tag 10 people:

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Vision of Gideon - Sufjan Stevens

Cambridge, 1963 (The Theory of Everything OST)

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Sanremo - MIKA

Francis Forever - Mitski

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i have grapheme-colour synesthesia

my favourite film is The Sound of Music which i've seen more times than i can count

i was a choir kid in high school

i (used to) play classical guitar

i played Miranda in Shakespeare's The Tempest for a class play as a last-minute replacement when the girl who was meant to play her suddenly fell ill on the performance day

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Also tagged by @yoodokjas 💗

Bold what is true:

APPEARANCE

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me //i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths //autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive manual // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

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[gmalaart]

25 and 28 for cavendish!

25 What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Hmmm, for some reason the first thing to come to mind when I read the question was: butterflies. They probably had one of those boards where they carefully pinned butterflies after they’d died. Maybe they had an arrangement with someone in the Zoology department of their university (I’m thinking they might have been a researcher at Cambridge. Someday I will have to iron out the wrinkles in their backstory but that day is not today) so that they could get the butterflies after their passing. There was a young woman who was always rather fascinated with Cavendish, perhaps they could admire the pretty little things on rainy evenings. Cavendish themself can’t say what they find so interesting in butterflies. When they are tired enough they consider the idea that transforming so thoroughly from a caterpillar to a butterfly fascinates them, but those thoughts never linger for long as they are dangerously destabilising.

Bonus: I had also thought of saying Greek mythology, especially the Homeric poems but then I decided that their brother would be named Achilles, and perhaps Cavendish’ previous name could have been Ulysses, so it’s not exactly ‘useless to the plot’… :)

28 What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

When asked by their cellmate in New Newgate what they desired, they answered that they wanted to experience all the wonders that London had to offer and to this day they stick to that answer. It isn’t exactly a false answer, just not a very deep one. The truth is even Cavendish is not sure what their heart’s desire is, which is sort of why they want to play in the Marvellous. Perhaps meeting others who are willing to risk it all in the game will help them make some sense of what they want from this life.

The closest thing I can say, as the omniscient creator of this mess of a person, is that they want freedom from societal expectations, freedom to control their own life, and to do that they want understanding. Understanding of themself and of how the world around them works. To know the world is to own it (quoted loosely from Poor Things because that movie sure made an impact on me)

Thank you so much for the questions! I had to think about these for a bit, I wanted to give satisfying answers. Even the useless fact one ended up being relevant to what I want Cavendish’ narrative to be >_> I can’t help it

[lovingsylvia]

“And I am married to a poet. We came together in that church of the chimney sweeps with nothing but love & hope & our own selves: Ted in his old black corduroy jacket & me in mother’s gift of a pink knit dress. Pink rose & black tie. An empty church in watery yellow-gray light of rainy London. Outside, the crowd of thick-ankled tweed-coated mothers & pale, jabbering children waiting for the bus to take them on a church outing to the Zoo.

And here I am: Mrs. Hughes. And wife of a published poet.”

—from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Cambridge Diary, Monday afternoon: February 25 1957

...

Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes first met on 25 February 1956 at party in Cambridge, England. They married only four months later on 16 June 1956 at St George the Martyr, Holborn, Camden, London in honor of Bloomsday with Plath‘s mother Aurelia being the only wedding guest. They have been married for six years and four months until Plath died by  suicide on 11 February 1963.

Even though they have been separated for five months since September 1962, they never got a divorce. Maybe today would have been their 67th anniversary, if they were alive and stayed together.

Picture: Sylvia Plath & Ted Hughes photographed by by Lettice Ramsey at Ramsey & Muspratt in Cambridge, England in 1956.

This picture is one of 10 Plath and Hughes had taken a few moths later in November 1956 as their official wedding photos. They are wearing their actual  wedding attire and Plath wore a “pink knitted suit dress”.

They both ended up hating the photographs.

If you want to find out more about their wedding and the story of these wedding pictures, I highly recommend you to read Ann Kennedy Smith‘s blog post at https://akennedysmith.com/

Photo source: http://thiswomanisdangerous.blogspot.com/

[storiesofsvu]

Ok you know I’m a whore for angst but since you begged for fluff….

How about #32 “I never knew I could miss someone this much” and a character we don’t see much of… like Liz Donnelly (have fun with it)

Liz Donnelly x reader Warnings: language, all fluff folks.

You'd known when you and Liz had first gotten involved that she was a career woman through and through. She worked long hours, often longer than required, bringing work home with her and sometimes it bled into the weekends. She loved her career and the life that it had brought her, even if it meant babysitting reckless prosecutors on the regular. You had no qualms with this, your own work was important, and it made so that the time you and Liz did spend together was just that much better and more treasured. She never cancelled dates, if she said she was going to be there, she was there and never a moment late. She cherished you, and was incredibly thankful for your patience. If you came downstairs on Sunday morning to find her working through a case file rather than the Sunday crossword, you simply left a kiss on the top of her head before heading into the kitchen. You'd make sure she had fresh coffee topped up and make an easy breakfast for her to eat without having to stop her work before curling up on the couch with a book until she was finished what she needed.

One of the large benefits that came with Liz being such a prominent attorney and bureau chief were the many dinners and galas. While some hated on them, they were always lavish events of free food and drinks, socializing your way through Manhattan as the night went on. Liz had been incredibly proud at the first one she'd brought you to, you not only held your own but proved your wit in a friendly debate with Alex. She loved to show you off at these events, making sure you always had time to take yourself shopping (on her dime of course) the week before. Having you on her arm was the highlight of her night.

The downside of being with someone like Liz was that she often had to travel for work. You'd been surprised when it had first come up, thinking that she worked in the DA's office and occasionally the courtroom. But Elizabeth Donnelly was a name well known in the legal world all across the country. She often guest lectured at colleges and universities, travelling out of state often, spending weeks at a time in Cambridge. You were currently in the midst of one of those weeks, though at least this time it was only five days. Liz had left you with keys to her brownstone, insisting that it was closer to your work that you should stay while she was gone, besides, who else was going to water the plants?

So you made the space a little more your own that week, a couple of work books scattered on the dining room table, a novel on the coffee table that you'd slowly been working through and a few items in the fridge that you couldn't live without. You had a habit of snooping through Liz's closets to find a cozy sweater that had a lingering of her perfume, pulling it on as the warm days morphed into chilly nights, rain often pattering the windows of the brownstone.

It was one of those rainy evenings, you had homemade stew sitting in the crock pot all day, knowing that it would hit the spot at the end of the day. The smells wafted through the house, your stomach beginning to rumble at the thought of dinner. You knew Liz was due home that night but were unaware of the time, so you'd placed one of your favorite vinyl's on, a soft instrumental playlist floating through the house while you started to tidy up. You made sure the sheets were changed, fresh clean and cozy ones waiting, pillows extra fluffed and laundry all done. The kitchen was practically spotless, clean dishes all put away, only a bottle of red wine aerating next to two glasses on the counter. You folded a couple of blankets over the back of the couch and picked up a couple more things in there before you retreated back to kitchen. It wasn't quite dinner time yet, but you could always enjoy a glass of wine while you waited for the timer to go off. Distracted in your own imagination you missed the sound of the door opening and Liz moving through the house. You let out a little squeak when she wrapped around your waist from behind and she chuckled softly, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." She greeted and you turned in her arms, greeting her with a proper kiss, "smells delicious."

"Thought it was best for a chilly day."

"Second best." She smiled, stealing another kiss, "getting to come home to you is the best. I never knew I could miss someone this much."

"Liz..." you whined, your cheeks heating at her words, "it wasn't even a full week."

"I know. Next time you're coming with me, no objections accepted."

"None needed." You smiled, kissing her softly, "I love you."

"I love you more sweetheart."

____________________ @anya-casablanca @ms-calhoun @naturalxselection @yesterdaysgone @alexusonfire @nobody-important1212

[goldenpinof]

omg the europe thing reminded me of how this summer I worked social media/comms for a shakespeare in the park tour. as you might assume, park shows are very reliant on it not being rainy, and this summer was incredibly rainy. Even though we would only find out if we were cancelling the day of, we prob had a lot less money than dan, we had to transport our own lights and sound equipment, and I think an equally large team as dan, we still managed to cancel fewer shows than Dan's team. We might be even w dan if we count the times we had to move indoors .

The day of our first show, we had a tornado warning, flooding and a huge thunderstorm. We thankfully had an indoor location! Except the bathrooms of the location flooded, meaning we could not host a public show. We had to cancel, and that set the tune for the rest of tour... And STILL, by the end of it we were running out of space in the parks. I have no idea what Dan's team's excuse was.

I tried to keep our socials v, v active, so our audience could trust that should there be any changes, they would know immediately (we also told them they'd know by 4pm the day of). They could also message us, and I tried to clarify the voice and personality of the company to emphasize our accessibility. I got really good feedback, and NO ONE said they missed a show bc they couldn't find us, or came to a venue when the show was cancelled. This was my first time doing that type of job, and I'd id like to think i did a better job than dans team lol rip.

Also our shows were free, so unlike w dans audience, our audience wasnt losing money. sigh

ahahahha, you're a hero, you know. that's a crazy and great experience to have! i hope it helps you with any career of your choosing.

i'm not sure if Dan's promoters or venues were sending emails in time. i didn't keep up with it on twitter (where people were more active). i only know about how the communication was done with Oxford and Cambridge postponed shows. poorly. but it was done officially through AXS, they just waited for too long and the text needed editing 😂 also, if people were moved closer to the stage they were getting emails as well.

but keeping socials very active and having updates in one place is such a good tactics! emails are good but sometimes they go to spam or don't come to inboxes at all.

most of Dan's shows were cancelled because of poor ticket sales. only Kitchener was cancelled because the venue wasn't renovated in time (i think). and they couldn't find a replacement for it. they managed to not cancel Auckland despite the flooding. idk who we should credit for that :) that show was handled quite well actually. they waited till the last minute but they offered refunds to those who couldn't make it because of the weather.

but you did an excellent job! 👏 i can't even imagine how hard it was.

[clairelovette]

[ cis woman | she&her ] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CLAIRE LOVETTE]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ELLE FANNING]. You must be the [TWENTY-THREE] year old [BALLERINA]. Word is your [COMPASSIONATE] but can also be a bit [FERVENT] and your favorite song is [WHITE HOUSES BY VANESSA CARLTON]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

NAME: Claire Artemisia Lovette GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis Woman (She/Her) AGE: 23 BIRTHDAY: February 19, 2000 ZODIAC: Pisces Sun (Aquarius Cusp), Virgo Rising, Cancer Moon SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual / Biromantic FACE CLAIM: Elle Fanning OCCUPATION: Ballerina HOMETOWN: Wiltshire, UK CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ocean Crest Apartments @ Aurora Bay CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

" AND SHE'S SO PRETTY AND SHE'S SO SURE - MAYBE I'M MORE CLEVER THAN A GIRL LIKE HER "

Claire was born to William and Claudette Lovette on a rainy morning. Her parents, to this day, swear that she was the reason the rain stopped. She understood the sentiment, but she loves the rain and could never see herself willing it to stop.

Her father was a philosophy professor in Cambridge. As she grew up, she was always taught to take a step back from a situation and look at it from all the possible perspectives. Her mother claims her curiosity for the world and deeper understandings stem from her father. That is, when he wasn't filling her head with fairytales.

Her mother was a model who retired in order to take of Claire. Though she loved the girl, she wound up going back into fashion as a marketing executive. Because of this, Claire spent her life from the ages of 5 until 14 traveling around Europe. The only constant being dance classes that she always was sure her mother signed her up for.

It was when she was 14, that she moved to Aurora Bay. It was extended family matters that pulled the Lovette family from their dreamy bubble across the pond, to the coastal town in America. Claire hasn't left, ever since. She's grown deep connections here, and actually works as a professional ballerina for The Southern California Ballet; but she also does travel for her work as well, and one can see her on TikTok teaching others specific ballet moves or logging her daily thoughts.

" IT'S ALRIGHT AND IT'S NICE NOT TO FEEL SO ALONE. BUT I HOLD ONTO YOUR SECRETS "

Claire is compassionate, kind and looks at the world through a pink lens. She likes to see the best in people, even if they don't deserve it. Prone to dramatics, the blonde feels things at such an intensity that at times she needs to step away. One can often find her reading the classics, cuddled up with a cappuccino. Though raised wealthy, she does enjoy the finer things in life but Claire could go without any of it. She never truly fit into her family's high-society, and it may not show in her delicate nature but it will when someone catches her climbing a tree or dancing in the rain. She's a true girls'-girl; always supportive, and has been even with competition in her dancing world. Though she loves ballet, it has effected her self worth; the young woman always thinking she can be thinner, prettier, ect. Sometimes the worth of her beauty was always deemed more important than her brain, and this sort of trauma pops up every now and again. This makes her prone to fits of existential crises and she retreats into herself or acts out in huge displays of grandeur. She falls in love at the drop of a hat and partly blames her parents for this, but also loves very intensely. This can make her blind to red flags and come off as naive, hoenstly. She likes rom-coms, strawberries, bonfires at the beach and champagne. She's happiest when she's in an art museum, on stage dancing, or playing the piano. Claire, due to being able to remove herself from her friends' situations, tends to give great advice but can't follow it herself. She loves pink, okay? Soft. Delicate. Pink. High-femme energy. Has watched Marie Antoinette on repeat and definitely has seen Barbie over 5 times in one week. She does love to analyze film and art, and often times than not her intellect is overlooked due to her outside appearance. She's honestly just that light in the dark; little doses of sunshine when the world seems doom and gloom.

[princesscatherineblog]

The Duchess of Cambridge

[mysticalautumn]

Rainy day in cambridge

via pinterest

[therubberotter]

Today was a truly eventful day!

It was rainy when I woke up, to such an extent that we also had some very thick fog! My parents were scared that I had to drive in such contidions (being honest, I was a bit hesitant at first, too) but dad told me to drive the white Panda (the new one!!) and I had a blast driving to Plaza Mayor and the station!

I love my yellow Pan Pan, my banana-mobile...but that car is SO much fun to drive! This one has buetooth connectivity so I can play my music on the car's sound system. I know that's not a big deal nowadays, but my Pan-Pan is 17 years old, so it only has a cd player and the radio. Also, the gears are so smooth!! My car is way rougher, even though I'm more used to it's "character" and I kind of like being able to really feel how the gears and engine work. However, my car gives me better visibility. The wheel in this newer one is a bit too high for me, even in the lowest setting 🥲

So I parked the car and had my breakfast there, while I watched the rain and heard some audios from my friends. My tea bag broke as I was finishing...ugh!

Once I was done, I went to the station and took the short distance train to city centre. I really love doing that.

Thankfully, I had no problem finding the building where I was supposed to have my revision. On top of that, everybody there was so helpful!! And...good news! I can go back to work starting on Friday!! My boss would have preferred today...but I'm happy to have some time to rest and to get used to the idea of a new routine.

Once I'd finished, I went back to the train and headed to Plaza Mayor! Mum had asked me to buy her fave shampoo, and I wanted to get a new sweatshirt to keep warm and cozy at home...and I found it! It's fluffy and amazing...I had seen the same one on the internet, and they still had one in my size 🥹

Then I went home and had lunch, and after that started my evening of productivity! I answered some work emails, made apple sauce from scratch, cleaned the birds, and even had time to draw and prepare the next assignment of my writing course! I'm so happy I'm being creative again...and I'm trying new skills I had been too scared to try before!

I'm also designing two personalised stamps for my classes! One will be the typical "great job!" one, but with my face on it (yeah! My students are going to love it) and the other is a rubric to make my marking of the Cambridge writing tasks easier.

Just as I was about to have dinner and call it a day, I had what I call a Bilbo moment when one of my colleagues phoned me. She had locked herself out of the academy! So I drove there with my set of keys and let her back in! That was an adventure...and I was so hungry 😆

In the end, I drew some more, and here I am, way past my bedtime because I've decided to try new clothes on my dolls :D

Oh! And I opened my advent calendar! The two first windows because I'm hopeless and forgot the first two days! Bob, my elf on the shelf, is guarding it.

[jonkatzatbedlamfarm]

Bedlam Farm Journal, Thursday, April 11. Rain, Rain, Rain. Purity, Loyalty, Sunglasses, Sheep

I’m going to the Cambridge Food Pantry this morning to volunteer to help pack the backpacks for the children in the local school whose families need food support. It’s a rainy and chilly day, suitable for writing. I will get to use my brand new sunglasses next week sometime, rain and more rain. I’m adopting St. Therese’s white rose as a symbol of purity and compassion. More later. I also got a…