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[the-voldsoy]

Someone just asked me how to annotate GCSE art books and I got a 9 in mine when I did it, so I thought I'd make a post about it :)

All art:

1: How does it link to your theme? Why did you choose this subject/photo/artist? This one is so important because it creates cohesion throughout the whole project. It feels so dumb to do but trust me you just have to spell it out. Be as specific as you can to each piece!

Example: I am doing the theme "Icons" so I did a study of the Mona Lisa, because she is arguably the most iconic and famous art piece in the world.

Example 2: I am doing the theme "Angles" so I chose to do a study of this picture of a statue, because the light creates dramatic shadows and highlights the angles of the face.

2: What media did you choose and why? Talk about colours (bright/dull)/texture (smooth/rough (especially for 3D art))/detail/control (or lack thereof)/etc.

Example: I used acrylic because it very bright and pigmented, and I could get more control for fine details than I could with watercolours.

3: Did you have any difficulties when making this piece? How did you overcome them? Was this piece successful? I'll admit this one isn't as important. The point of the question isn't so much about specifically problems you had, but rather to just get you talking about the process of making the piece and anything notable that happened.

Example: This piece has a lot of extremely light and dark areas, so I highlighted them with a different colour on the original picture so that I could see them better.

Example 2: I think that the highlights looked a bit cartoonish to start, so I made them more creme so that they were more subtle.

Artist studies:

Name of artist

Talk about the artist/the piece (not required but doesn't hurt grade): Era/century, style (if it has a name: hyperrealism/abstract/art nouveau/minimalist/pop art/etc), common details in each of their pieces (colours, patterns, subjects, etc), any other details you've noticed (if you have pictures of their other art you can annotate them to point out the details if you want)

In addition to 2, add what media the artist used in the original

Compare this artist/piece to your other artist study if there are any stark similarities/differences

1, 2, 3

Observational studies:

1, 2, 3

Talk about any links these studies have to your artists (if there are any), as well as the theme

Inspiration page:

Clearly state that these are your own photographs

Only 1 is needed for this page

Where were the photos taken? What are they of? (talk about the subjects of the photos)

[mr-ladystardust]

I PASSED EVERYTHING ???????

I GOT A 6 IN MATHS?????

[jup1tersparx]

always someone coming into my fucking room like goddamn leave me alone

[somecunttookmyurl]

Hey is anyone gonna ask you about the "legally male for 6 months" story or should I rummage through your old posts like a raccoon?

i've posted about it so many times lol

i changed my whole-ass name (first middle and last) when i was 16 because i didn't like it. that's all. normalise changing your name because it sucks lol

i did that before i sat my GCSE exams so that they'd all be the right name and i wouldn't have any faff when i went to do my a-levels being all like "hey i know it says this name but my name is this now" yada yada. which was right at the end of 5 years of schooling like literally 2-3 months before i left forever so the name change wouldn't really matter to them too much besides changing where i sat in the exam hall.

my school decided, for some reason, on my behalf, entirely without my input... that i also changed my gender

so my GCSE results are for "mr. [name]" not "miss [name]"

which, ironically, was even more of a faff during A-level enrollment a few months later than having a different name would have been

anyway my gender is ABBA: assigned boy by academia

[cheriladycl01]

I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader Part 6

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.

You'd texted your dad, just asking if he wanted to meet in The Luxor, it was a hotel that you knew none of the drivers would be in to interrupt and hopefully fans would be to a minimum as it was quiet an expensive hotel.

You thought it would be better, breaking the ice with your dad first before fully speaking to George. Your dad hadn't said anything as bad as George did, so you felt like now was the time to have an adult conversation with him.

So that's where you were right now, you were stood watching over the Casino's ground floor from the balcony. You felt a sort of shadow next to you, and it made your head turn left. Your dad walked up standing next to you, his arms leaning on the balcony banister pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey Dad!" you smile looking over at him a soft expression on your face.

"Hello Barchen" he says softly, looking over at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on his face. Tears welled in your eyes at the sweet little nickname he'd always used for you.

"Dad I-" you start but he places a large hard over yours, keeping eye contact with you.

"No, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You deserved a place on the team, you've done wonderful things for Red Bull. And as much as i want you back in the garage I wont ask that off you!" he admits, your head swinging to look back over him as your gaze had travelled down back to the busy casino life.

"I, but what if I want to come back?" you ask, in shock. Did your dad not want your help?

"I know you don't want too, you've found a place in Red Bull that i wish i could have given you and I'm so so proud of you. I think I was just so scared about seeing my Little Bear grow up. I always want to protect you and I don't know, making such a big step and becoming an engineer in the team..." he admits.

"I thought, you didn't think I was good enough!" you say tears brimming in your eyes.

"Never, I'm always so proud of you, my beautiful beautiful daughter. I just fear that I'm loosing you. You've been such a big part of my life for the last 23 years that...I can't let go! You come everywhere with me"

"I know, which was why branching out was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it needed to be done. I love being the daughter of Toto Wolff, not because your Toto Wolff the Team Principle of Mercedes, but because your the man who drove me 3 hours when i slipped over in the garage and cut myself on some metal. Your the man who was there for me when i first ever had my heart broken, your the man who cheered so loudly when I collected my GCSE's because I didn't have anyone else to celebrate with, and most importantly your my dad. I love you, but I wanted to prove that I don't feed off your income, and that I can pave my own way. Honestly I don't think I even would have had the chance at Red Bull if it wasn't for your last name, but I still did it" you ramble, and all your dad can do is stare at you in awe at all the memories you recounted together.

He remembered when how scared he was when he heard a little scream followed by yells from all of his mechanics. He trusted them to look after you, and he knew it wasn't their fault but he was furious that you'd slipped and gotten yourself hurt. He made sure he stayed with you in the garage at all times after that.

He remembered holding you why you cried to him, picking yourself apart and asking him why you weren't good enough. Two hearts broke that day, as his did when yours did. Seeing his little girl, crying over such a stupid and insolent boy... Toto would make sure his changes getting into F1 were zero to none.

He remembered the day you went to collect your GCSE's from the nearest school to the Mercedes F1 headquarters in Brackley. You walked in, seeing loads of people that you didn't know all excited to see each other and showing each other what they got. Some were laughing some were crying for all different reasons. It kind of reminded Toto of the last race at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi. He cheered so loud the hall looked over at the pair of you when you presented him your amazing grades.

But recently since 2021, he'd realized how absent he'd been as your dad. In the process of wanting to keep you with him as his little girl all he'd been doing was just pushing you away. And he hated himself for that.

"I know - I know I've done a lot wrong, but I'd really like it if you could find it in yourself to forgive me!" he says, pulling you into a searing hug, so tight and so warm and you'd missed it dearly.

"You know, you guys cooked really do with my help at Merc" he smile, looking away from him and back down at the casino. You hear him chuckle from your side and he observes down on the gaming floor with you.

"Mmmmm? What would you suggest?" he asks. You laugh in turn.

"Ah, see you might be my dad, but right now you're my competitor. I can't be dealing in secrets" you admit and he looks over to you in shock.

"But I'm your dad!" he fakes his offence taken making you laugh a little more.

"I know, so technically this" you say gesturing between the two of you. "Is a conflict of interest! I can't be seen meeting you in secretive locations!"

"Well, maybe you'll consider coming back to Mercedes but I want to let you know just how proud I am of what you've helped them achieve at Red Bull!" he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug, one that you didn't want to get out of.

"So, I guess I'll see you in Abu Dhabi?" you ask.

"I was actually hoping you'd come home for a bit. The house has felt so empty despite George coming over most days in the off season" he admits, knowing he'd do anything to have you come home even if it's just for a day or two.

"Well, I think I'm needed in the Red Bull Centre on the 20th, but I'll stay with you for the rest of the week, and travel to Abu Dhabi with you!" you grin, knowing you would like to spend some time with your dad Suzie and Jack.

"You're coming home?" he beams.

"I'm coming home dad" you smile nodding.

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[just-a-fluffy-knight]

lee loki headcannons because I don’t wanna revise for my gcses and he’s invading my brain again <3

(yes ik I’ve made Loki tickle headcannons before you can read em here if u want BUT I JUST WANTED TO MAKE A NEW ONE W JUST LEE 💔💔💔)

NSFW/25+ DNI.

the biggest cackler ever :’)

AND A SQUEAKER though he will deny it until the day he dies

A literal walking tickle spot like if one spot doesn’t exactly get him giggling he’s certainly go red as hell

like he is a MASSIVE blusher, right from the ears down to his neck <3

THOUGH his worst spot is his tummy I shall take no arguments 🗣️

with honourable mentions for ribs, neck, ears, n probably his feet

cannot STAND soft and sweet teasing to save his life, like how dare someone speak to the almighty God of Mischief in such a degrading manner (even if he secretly loves it)??

“Kitchy kitchy coo! Awww, listen to those little giggles! How sweet-“ “IHI WILL KIHIHILL YOU AHAND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY-!!“

Tries so hard to sound threatening to whoever is getting him but it just never works

Also does the same ‘ehehehe’ laugh as Tom Hiddleston, and he is absolutely mortified about it because he only ever keeps his laugh down to that deep chuckle he does

Used to get absolutely destroyed by Thor when they were younger, and if he provokes him enough he still will now 😭

OH SPEAKING OF provocation and mischief are his go-to methods to getting tickled

Because you will never EVER hear this man utter the dreaded sentence of ‘can I have some tickles’, like he would rather DIE

Just goes all quiet and sulky like the above gif when the lee mood kicks in, except a wee bit more red in the face <33

OH and another idea I had once if worst comes to worst he’ll go off into his room and cast illusions of his favourite people (e.g. Thor or his mother) teasing him, wiggling their fingers at him etc

AND HE JUST SITS THERE ALL CURLED UP AND UGH im sorry I love soft!loki too much 🙁

Or he’ll cast a little spell to tickle himself because he’s too much of a pussy to ask someone else PFHFHTHF

Oh yeah I’d also like to talk about this scene

LIKE???? I’m sorry this will never not be tickle coded to me (THE LITTLE DISCS ARE TICKLE MACHINES I SWEAR I scream as they drag me back to the asylum /silly)

Thors cheeky ass smile and the way Loki’s own asshole smile drops like YESYESYES GET HIS ASS GRHRHAAAGH

Loves to act all high and mighty like “Me? Ticklish? *scoff* Of course not, gods like us don’t succumb to such childish games.”

And next thing you know you’ve soon got him giggling like a little kid UGH

OH and last but not least raspberries absolutely kill him <3 like anyone nearby would be convinced a murder was going down he’s screaming that much 😭

(Okay this is all I could come up with I’m sorry that all I can get out for you guys is the same guy I usually yap about but uh I hope you all enjoy the meal anyways 💕)

[altmalfeels]

they were right guys dont take art gcse — it makes me see drawing as a chore now these days </3

i’m also trying to learn animation at the moment!

[soupyloopyx]

main / pinned post (intro) - this is really long btw (sorry)

CD count 6/4 = 40 🎀✨- full list coming soon for me to look at lol

hi i'm soph, or sophy, but you can also call me soup :) she/her

i'm a minor so please don't be weird.

this is just a new intro post because the old one was so bad and also because!! i have 100 followers now!!!

music:

pretty obvious, but i'm a massive fan of taylor swift!

i also like: sabrina carpenter, arctic monkeys, the 1975, david bowie, maisie peters, paramore

a couple things about me:

i lack cooking skills

i write :)

i'm from england

i should probably be studying right now

i'm doing music gcse and i play the clarinet !!

I LOVE MY CAT OREO SO MUCH WITH ALLLLLLL MY HEART

i love the marauders era, which brings us to...

fandoms i'm in: harry potter/marauders (yeah that's kind of it, i don't really do much other than that lol)

ships <3

marauders: wolfstar, jegulus, jily, rosekiller, dorlene, marylily, pandalily

harry potter: drarry, romione, pansy x hermione

i have a cat called oreo and he is genuinely the cutest thing ever, so i had to share and give him his own section <3

eras tour section:

london night 7 (19th august 2024), block 503, row 2, seat 89

surprise songs: long live/change, the archer/you're on your own kid

outfits: pink lover, silver noodles fearless, not tv red, wonderstruck speak now, normal rep, blue folkmore, blue/orange 1989, ily ttpd + black with white jacket, pink ss, pink midnights + stars and moon + redpink jacket

please be my friend if:

you share my music taste or want to introduce me to people

you want to be lol

you like my posts

you aren't a creep

you like me in general

we have the same ships :)

please don't interact if:

you are "anti-taylor"... i don't care if you don't like her, but if you actively hate her, then what's the point in following me??

you're a gaylor...

you're racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

you're a creep. i will block you.

you're a bot/your account is used to promote any kind of sexual service

MERCH COLLECTION - i love collecting CDs and the like. you can check out my collection here:

yeah so i do want to use this tumblr for fanfics as well as a personal account because my writing is personal to me. i think i'll go back to posting scenes and funny bits i've written. also, since everything takes so long to write lol, i should post """spoilers""" or just what i'm working on.

in english, we've been doing so much goddamn analysis of language and structure that i'm not even motivated to write anything but analysis so 😭😭😭😭😭

this is the end, fellas. see ya around.

[agendabymooner]

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated) || cs55 fic

carlos sainz x ofc (filipino!content creator!ofc)

EXTENSION TO RIDE HOME

Summary: Magdalena ‘Magda’ and Carlos Sainz can bring the two worlds together through words and actions. OR, moments in which the Filipino woman and her Spanish husband learned to love each other while learning more about what they know about themselves. 

Content warning: Use of explicit language, shitty Tagalog/Filipino and Spanish translations, a lot of Spanish colonial and Filipino history jokes, parental abandonment, brief reference to religious and cultural practice (weddings), mentions elopement, secret marriage, briefly mentions PR relationships/girlfriends, time skipping, what is beta reading lol

Note: The last part of this story is loosely based on the idea given to me by @clairalle and the song 'Paninindigan Kita' by Ben&Ben so thank you so much! ❤️

Letting you all know that some Filipino dialogue here are translated based on how I know it in both English and Tagalog language??? And also, there are some words in here that are the same in context BUT written in two different spellings - some of the words are spelled based on phonics or how it sounds. Enjoy xx

masterlist

i. 2016 — shit, ayos ka lang?

Ramona Magdalena normally had the patience for Tesco. She wasn’t sure what it was, but everything had her seething with no apparent reason. She tried to figure out what went wrong. 

It was only 3 p.m., for goodness sake! 

Her third year at the university was supposed to make things easier, but the way she clenched at the handle of her shopping cart as she sped through the aisles of Tesco showed nothing of the sort. 

She was so tense, her jaw clenching as she asked herself repeatedly if there was an actual reason for her getting worked up over something. 

Her mother, Alma, was being herself; she was merely calling to see how the university was for Magda. Alma only told Magda about her cousins in the Philippines and how they were looking forward to getting the “balikbayan” box in August, only for the younger woman to respond grumpily. Alma was a dear— so clearly Magda’s grumpiness had nothing to do with her mother’s daily check-in. 

She appreciated her mother’s efforts to keep up with Magda’s well-being; after all, Alma did everything she could as a single parent who immigrated to the UK long before she took Magda. 

So no. She loved her mother so much that she wouldn’t get unreasonably cranky towards her. Not easily, at least. 

But her questions withered away when her speed walking was interrupted by her shopping cart crashing into a figure. Her eyes widened, and she shook herself out of her thoughts. 

“Mierda!” Shit! An accent escaped out of the man’s mouth. 

Now, Magda had been a citizen of the UK for a while now— she knew when to speak English and how to utilize her vocabulary in a reasonable manner. But everything seemed to be in panic mode as she exclaimed, “Shit! Ayos ka lang?” Are you okay?

The man was still groaning, bent over as he clutched to his stomach. He glared at her for a moment as he asked, “¿Por qué no observas a dónde vas?” Why can’t you watch where you are going?

“Hah?” She cocked her head slightly. She only picked up on the first two words. Por qué? Why? 

He’s Spanish, Magda deduced. She stepped away from the cart and walked towards him, “I’m so, so, so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going—“

“Obviously—“ he muttered hastily, still touching his aching side. 

“I’m also in a rush, and I’m so frustrated and tired. Three years into adulthood and I can’t make shit right,” Magda hadn’t even realized that she was ranting to a stranger as she rambled, “GCSE clearly didn’t do shit to me because I’m still here bitching about what to cook— punyeta naman kasi, ‘di ba.” What the fuck, am I right?

He stared at her for a moment, not even interrupting her as she spoke. But the silence made Magda pause as her face flushed red, earning a soft smirk from the man. “Mama said I have a problem with speaking too much without thinking.” 

He chuckled at her rambling before sticking his hand out, “We can call it… truce— I think is the word?” 

“Yeah, okay, truce,” she reached out and introduced herself while shaking his hand, “I’m Magdalena.” 

“I’m Carlos.” 

“So, like… you’re Spanish, right? Or do you just speak Español? I’ve only picked up on some words because they’re quite similar— or I suppose I learned it through some song from years ago.” 

“I am actually Spanish; good guess. And you said puñeta— I can assume you also speak Español?” 

“Oh, hah, about that— no. That’s not spoken in Spanish. That’s— yeah, that’s something.” 

ii. 2017 — irog means love

“Ate Magda! Totoo ba?” Is it true?

“Jowa mo galing Spain?” Your boyfriend is from Spain? 

Magda almost died laughing as she FaceTimed her cousins, who were certainly supposed to be asleep at this time. The Philippines was seven hours ahead, and with her cousins being awake at two in the morning, she could assume that they had a holiday. Everybody always sleeps in if it’s a long weekend or a national holiday. 

But she hadn’t expected their night to be spent gossiping about Magdalena’s boyfriend, Carlos. 

“Niño, bakit ‘di mo gamitin yang utak mo sa school kaysa sa jowa ko?” Why don’t you use your brain for school instead of my boyfriend? Magda huffed out her laugh, making her other cousin Paloma laugh next to Niño. Paloma’s laughter caught Magda off guard as she called out, “Oi, Lomi, don’t be laughing— ikaw ang nagpasimuno nito. Akala mo ‘di ko alam?” You started this. You think I didn’t know?

“Papa brought it up,” Paloma defended herself with a cry, “he kept calling you a national hero, and I had to ask why.” 

“Ano ba naman ‘yan,” what the hell. Magdalena cried out as her head slumped against the couch, raising it to look at her cousins on the screen, “Tell your papa to keep his mouth shut. I love Tito Gerry— I do, but he needs to stop making jokes about that.” 

“—About what?” Magda seemed to be more drawn towards her uncle’s joke that she hadn’t heard her boyfriend enter her flat with a curious look. He had just arrived from Milton Keynes, and this was a surprise as he normally arrived later than this. 

Carlos had taken off his shoes and placed his bag down, walking around the couch to sit next to Magda as he pecked her lips. “Hello, cariño. How was your day?” 

“Hm, good! I’ve finished my paper,” Magda grinned. 

They were so caught up with each other that the only thing they heard was gagging from the phone that the Filipino woman held. Magda and Carlos peered down on the screen as they watched the two teens exaggerate at the sight of the couple being too sweet for each other. 

“Reparations,” Paloma gagged jokingly, “but at what cost?” 

“Matulog na nga kayo!” Go to sleep! Magda exclaimed.

“Okay po, master,” Niño rolled his eyes before waving at the camera, “nice meeting you, Carlitos!” 

"You're Niño, right?" Carlos grinned as he kept his face in front of the camera before waving, "Nice meeting you too!"

“Yeah! Buenas noches, Don Carlos!” Good night, sir Carlos! Paloma giggled, the other side of the call abruptly ending before Magda could berate the pair even further.

She sighed heavily and tossed her phone aside, giving her boyfriend a look of despair as he giggled at her. 

“What did they mean by reparations?” He asked her, genuinely curious at what they were joking about. 

How was she going to explain it to him? Did they even teach at Spanish schools about their country’s history of colonialism? Magda didn’t have an answer to that. 

“Oh, just you know…” She mumbled, “Filipinos were originally Spanish people living in the Philippines. Apparently, dating you made us a deadly combination. Enemies to lovers, or whatever trope that is.”

“Reparations? Oh… OH!” Carlos exclaimed in realization, earning a nod from his girlfriend as he murmured, “Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“Yeah, I understand now, mi corazon.” 

“Irog,” Carlos said aloud, making Magda hum in a questioning tone. “Irog, bébé.”

“What’s that, bé?” Magda asked mindlessly as she stared at the screen of her computer. 

Carlos turned his head in her direction as he said, “I don’t know. You’re the one who speaks the language.” 

She paused from doing her work, looking up at him before she pondered the first word he brought up. Then she let out an ‘ah’ before nodding. 

“So…? What does that mean?” Carlos asked. One year of relationship and his thirst for knowledge was an obvious factor that came with it.

“It means mahal,” Magda answered, remembering the word. She continued to read Filipino literature as she grew, not wanting to stay away from it regardless of the fact that she spent her last school years in a British school. She asked her mother questions whenever she didn’t have a single clue what a word meant, so this was a helpful thing to do, especially now that Carlos continued to ask her to teach him how to speak her language. 

“Mahal, like expensive?” Carlos asked for clarification. 

Magda shook her head, “No, not that mahal. Like mahal— you, mahal.” 

“Oh,” Carlos let out before he reiterated what she said, “mahal, like love?” 

“Yes, mahal,” she snickered quietly, calling him by the term of endearment. “Like love.” 

“So irog means love?” 

“Yes, bébé. Irog means love.”

iii. 2018 — patata, patatas. what’s the difference? 

“Oh! Hey, Mr. Alonso, you’re here just in time,” Magdalena grinned. The older man, who just arrived, shot her a confused look as she stood there with her lips spread out to a grin.

“Magda, hija, call me Fernando. It’s also nine in the morning,” Fernando Alonso sighed quietly, his hand running through his face as he looked back at the girl in the white McLaren shirt. “I think it’s too early for your optimism.” 

“You’re right,” Magda’s shoulders slumped, and her smile fell, her face showing nothing but defeat as she walked towards the Spaniard, “but don’t let my sadness get in the way of your duties today. My supervisor said that you have to do your filming for the next two videos of the channel— and you cannot, I mean CANNOT, back out this time.” 

“I can’t,” Fernando smirked playfully, “or can I?” 

“Mr. Alonso, with all due respect,” Magda sighed heavily, “I started this year. And if you continue to ditch your duties because I cannot convince you enough then I’m going to have to leave not of my own will. I did not last four years at the university just so I can have a manchild act so sassily at the person who’s merely trying her best, so please—“

“Calmaté, Magdalena. Are you okay?” Calm down. Fernando asked, reiterating his question and emphasizing the word you. 

Magda had anything but an answer; her lips pursed as she shook her head. “Can I… shit. Sorry, can I be excused for a moment? It's been a morning for me.” 

“Take all the time you need, querida,” Fernando told her with a smile, patting her on the shoulder as she gave him a grateful look before she walked out of the McLaren garage with a heave of sigh. 

Fernando Alonso pursed his lips as he caught sight of the young British reserved driver, calling him with a whistle as Lando Norris looked in his direction with a questioning expression.

“Norris, you know Carlos Sainz, yes?” Fernando asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Lando replied with a nod. “He’s a friend of mine.”

“Do me a favour, if you don’t mind,” Fernando requested, “will you please tell him Magdalena’s on break?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Lando obliged before his curiosity got the best of him as he asked, “Is she alright?” 

“I think McLaren broke her.”

“Leche,” she swore quietly as she stood behind the McLaren motorhome. Thankfully, nobody else was there to witness her on the verge of breaking down. Otherwise, that would have been embarrassing. 

She had a bad habit of pleasing people. Living in the Philippines, with her mother working overseas and her biological father being a dickhead fuck knew where Magdalena grew up wanting to appease her friends and family. Her immediate family cared very little about the achievements she reached — they were proud, sure, but how she got there was beyond what they wanted for her.

Some kids who grew up in a Filipino household aimed to please, and Magda wasn’t an exception to that. She, however, did more than what she should have been doing. All thanks to the father she had never interacted with before or ever.

Much like now. She aimed to please. Maybe that was why she got to this predicament now; crouching with her head down as she tried to keep her composure. 

She knew that everyone would kill to be in her place— working for a racing team. But for some reason, her urge to please was replaced by her fear of discomfort and disappointment. Being in a relationship with a Formula One driver taught her a lot about the sport, and she landed herself a job in a team based in England.

Being able to travel with him was a plus, but she felt that she had disappointed him. She didn’t feel as good as he told her she would when she first announced McLaren’s offer to hire her for the season. 

Was this what most Formula One wives and partners felt? Or have they embraced that lifestyle long before the drivers became so popular? She wouldn’t make a good girlfriend for everyone should they find out that she had nothing but anxiety in her system as she graced the grid with her presence. 

She was a disappointment of a Carlos Sainz fan.

His cologne lingered in the air as she witnessed him crouch down in her level, his fingers pulling her hair tie off her head, letting her long dark brown hair fall as she smiled grimly. 

He was in his Renault fireproof, his race suit hanging off his waist. He made things more angelic than normal, and she loved him so much for it. His lips pursed as his fingers continued to massage her scalp. 

“Few more months, mi vida,” Carlos murmured, his soothing voice making her feel at home. “You’re doing so good for them. Don’t let them say otherwise.” 

Sure, she could be at the hotel with Ben&Ben blasting on her phone and her figure crying in the bathtub. She could be falling into the deepest depth of her sadness, but with Carlos ditching his team before the free practice — she would rather be here than be in their shared hotel room. 

“Now c’mon, mi corazon,” he pulled her up, “I’ve managed to get my manager to come drop off some pancit to the motorhome from the hospitality.”

“Pancit?” 

“Malabon,” Carlos beamed at her, pressing his lips to her forehead. “One of the caterers gladly took my request to have some pancit malabon at the menu. It took them a couple of weeks until they finally got tired of my constant asking.”

“Hm, you’re the best, my love,” Magda told him lovingly. “Though, I prefer palabok, remember?” 

“Eh,” Carlos paused, “patata, patatas. What’s the difference? Pancit is pancit, mi amor.”

iv. 2019 — magda, maldita 

“Carlos, bebe, mahal kita. Mahal kita sobra.” I love you. I love you so much. Magda sighed as she glanced over the notepad that her fiancé left on the end table of the side of her bed— their brainstorming notepad. “But do you really want to get married in a church? In the Philippines while you’re at it?” 

“It’s an idea, mi amor,” Carlos said while he continued to do whatever he was doing in the bathroom, making her listen from the bed as he spoke, “Just how bad is it?” 

“It’s nothing bad,” Magda said quietly, “it’s just something that I wouldn’t personally do. There is a lot of paperwork to do when getting married in a church. Did you know that? Not only that, but we’d have to attend seminars about family planning— which is not right up my alley, seeing as my mother is an unmarried single mother.” 

“Paperwork is what you are worried about?” 

“Why can’t we just elope instead? My Lola grandmother and Lolo grandfather did that, and look— they have my mom, my tito uncle and tita aunt,” she suggested out of the blue. 

“And risk getting killed by either of our mothers?” Carlos scoffed, “I think we should stick to the church idea, yes, mi amor?” 

“Did you not hear the story of my grandparents, love?” Magda asked him, thankful that he couldn’t see the baffled look on her face. 

“More than I can count, mi corazon,” Carlos answered, “they ran away from home, didn’t they? Got married and had your Tia Maria, then your Mama after? They eloped because they weren’t close with their families— but we’re both very close to ours. We can’t do what your grandparents did.” 

She sighed. He wasn’t even wrong. 

The Spaniard walked out of the bathroom, his face now clean-shaven as he sat next to his fiancée. “Look, we don’t have to do the church thing. It was just an idea, hm? I know you don’t want to get married in the Philippines either, so that’s alright. We’ll just send your cousins, your aunt and uncle to wherever we’re going, then we’ll get married. Don’t worry too much.” 

“‘M sorry,” Magda murmured, her fingers fidgeting with the gold engagement ring as she continued, “I’m a killjoy.” 

“No, you’re not,” Carlos huffed out and clasped his hand with her left hand, “you’re the bride. The bride is more than permitted to weigh out the options. If you don’t want the Philippines, that’s okay.

“Truthfully, I just want to marry you,” Carlos murmured as he pulled her closer, “if we didn’t have such scary mothers, I would’ve already married you. You and your YouTube channel.” 

Magda’s chuckle vibrated in his chest as she perched on his lap, “I don’t even know if that will even work out.” 

“I am sure the wedding plans will. If it doesn’t, our marriage certainly will work out for you and your channel.”

“You are a dickhead, mahal.” “I can’t speak the truth now?” 

“There was no need to bring up the channel, dumbass.”

“Mabuti nalang may passport yung mga pinsan mo,” It’s a good thing that your cousins have passports. Alma San Pedro, Magdalena’s mother, brought up as she sat across the aforementioned woman.

Magda skimmed through the spreadsheet laid out on her laptop’s screen, keeping her eyes on the things Carlos typed out on the guest list as he actively listed who’s responsible for the catering.

Alma continued to speak, “Why didn’t you want to get married in the Philippines? You’ve always wanted to get married in the Tayabas basilica— I could have had your Tita Marie look into it.”

“That was mainly because I thought you got married there,” Magda glanced at her mother before leaving a comment on the name that Carlos had just typed down on the guest list sheet.

“Lando Norris” — Magda San Pedro (monamagsp) commented: “He finally RSVP’d?”

Carlos Sainz (carlossz) replied: “Yes. He said he forgot to do it, but I managed to get him to fill it.”

He was still at Monaco for the race, but between the busy days of partying and racing he decided to abandon his friends and stayed at the hotel to plan his wedding with Magda instead. “Besides, Ma, the wedding’s in two months. Travelling is also time-consuming for most of us.”

“You’re so picky, anak,” child. Alma replied with a playful scoff.

“And you’re not married, Mama,” Magda shot back with the same amount of humour in her tone. “People complain about both, but we can’t find ourselves to care, hm?”

“Hay nako, Ramona Magdalena,” Alma rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly. A rhetorical question escaped her mouth, “Bakit ka kaya maldita?” Why are you so cheeky/sassy? 

Mona shrugged, “Tita Maria didn’t take any shit from my private school teachers, Ma. She’s the one who took care of me while you worked here, remember? Go figures.”

“I can’t believe you’ve invited me to the wedding,” Lando’s eyes glimmered under the warm light of the ballroom hall as he excitedly spoke to Magda. “I know we didn’t speak as much last year, but the fact that you allowed Carlos to invite me? I’m so grateful, mate.”

Magdalena San Pedro— or wait, Magdalena Sainz stood across from the British man with a grin as she tucked her hands into her pockets (she had pockets on her wedding dress that she began to think that God was treating her right today).

The San Pedro-Sainz wedding ceremony took place in the Westin Palace of Madrid. With the hopes of celebrating the love that they shared for years, Carlos and Magdalena managed to get through the hour-long ceremony without a fuss. The romantic venue created an environment full of celebration while keeping it as intimate and private as it could be for their guests and themselves.

Carlos had already made his name known to the Formula One world, his talent being recognized by every fan as the season went on. But nobody knew who Magdalena was to him, and he intended to keep it that way — thus prompting him to keep his marriage a piece of confidential information. Everyone behind the scenes knew he was in a relationship, and with the hopes that he’d get even more popular, PR relationships were introduced and tossed in his way. 

None of the women he was put in the spotlight with ever lasted, and he was slowly earning the title of a Casanova. He didn’t care; he was just doing his duty and driving his car around the tracks while he worried about his partner, who now worked for a designing company based in London— where they both lived. Nobody else in the grid nor anyone in the motorsport community knew who he was romantically involved with. 

Magdalena was another story. She only began to record some videos about her lifestyle as she continued to work for some local designing firm, telling whoever was watching her videos about what she knew about this field of work or what kind of food she’d eat on certain occasions.

She wasn’t as popular as him, but she continued to keep his identity a secret. She lived an average life and she was quite content with it. She’d rather post a video of herself fucking around, but they’ve made a choice to stay private for as long as they could. 

Now Lando Norris was known to be a blabbermouth, but Magdalena had grown quite fond of him when he was still a reserved driver for McLaren as she worked as a PR coordinator for the team. They rarely spoke, sure, but she was certain that she could trust him with anything and he wouldn’t blab about it. Carlos was also friends with Lando, and they continued to be close friends, so Magda never protested against Carlos’ idea of inviting the younger man to the wedding. 

Lando then said, “I find it quite enjoyable— your wedding, I mean. It’s clearly not as big as I would have expected because well… Carlos told me that Filipino weddings are often big, but I love it! I’ve learned more about your wedding traditions than I have in sixth form about geography.”

“Gah, don’t even say that,” Magda rolled her eyes, earning a giggle from Lando as the woman continued, “It’s barely there, I think. We tried not to pour our hearts out into what they would normally practice in the Philippines or here in Spain. Some Filipino things are here — the food, my dress and my family — but it’s just something superficial, you know?” 

“It’s not even just the wedding that taught me a lot!” Lando exclaimed as he laughed, “Your cousins, Lomi, Niño and Lucia? Yeah, I sat with them during the whole ceremony so they kept telling me about wedding traditions and some superstitions: like how you shouldn’t have any relative marry at the same time as you because it’s cursed.” 

“Really? I’m surprised they haven’t said anything mundane,” Magda saw Lando nod at her statement.

“They also started to say that you took one for the team—“ Lando’s forehead creased as he said, “I asked them what they meant by that, then they only said you’re heroic.” 

“Diyos ko.” My god. Magda scoffed. Her cousins spelled nothing but trouble and god did she despise them at times. 

“What? What did that mean, Mags?” Lando asked.

Magda sighed exasperatedly, and with a defeated tone, she answered, “Making up for the challenge we’ve lost, apparently.” 

“Huh?” 

“It’s— just ask Carlitos,” Magda waved off, “I’ve had to explain the concept of colonialism to too many people before. I think it’s time Carlos did it for me.”

v. 2024 — paninindigan kita (stand by you)

Mamahalin kita buong-buo. I will love you completely.

“So, tell us about yourself.”

“I’m Carlos Sainz— or wait, do you want me to speak Tagalog?” The Ferrari driver asked as he stood in front of the camera, his linen shirt in the view of the lens as he waited to be instructed.

“Directing this music video is the dumbest idea I could’ve ever made,” Magda deadpanned from behind the camera as the videography crew laughed alongside the band members, her voice being picked up by the microphone easily.

Their Philippines trip, which they should’ve made a while ago, was something of an experience for the couple.

It was the first time they’d been seen in public— with everyone finding out about their marriage after Carlos’ Instagram story slip-up when he accidentally posted a photo of Magdalena’s selfie that she sent when she travelled to the country long before this. 

It really was an accident if you were to ask him. But it was something inevitable, and all Magda could do was laugh and make her presence known not only to her fans but to those who were more than interested to know about her. His fans. 

Now, they were in an Airbnb somewhere in the Quezon Province as they filmed some form of documentary. It was meant to be a storytelling music video about their relationship and the romance that came with it, but after seeing Carlos’ script reading at the Shell commercial, Magda practically banned him from acting.

She was a popular content creator in the Philippines regardless of her living situation; she lived in Madrid with her husband for almost five years. And with her popularity in the Philippines came acquaintances who were more than willing to collaborate with her. The folk-pop band called Ben&Ben asked if she was more than willing to shoot a music video with them. Direct it, even. 

The song they released practically spoke about her life with Carlos. At first, she didn’t think too much of the lyrics and just enjoyed the rhythm of the song, then she realized how similar it was to their relationship, from the courtship (and her outward refusal to continue this romance with him at the very beginning) to their vows to love each other as they grow old, and decided that perhaps it was time to show to the world how they truly love each other. 

Carlos agreed, knowing that outside of his life as a Ferrari driver and a Formula One figure, he had nothing else in life but her and her alone. He knew that she was the one thing that he kept from everyone to provide security for his wife. He waited patiently for her — and it was now paying off. Now, he was standing in front of a camera, waiting to be filmed for his interview. 

It was better than the countless documentaries and the Netflix series that he had to do interviews and filming duties for. Because this time, he got to discuss his wife, Magdalena Sainz, instead of his car. 

“Can I speak Tagalog?” Carlos repeated, his typical confused expression being displayed before the others.

Magda shook her head, “You’ll butcher it, Carlitos.”

“Excuse me, Ramona,” Carlos gasped in mock offence. “I can speak it!” 

“Clearly not good enough,” Magda shot back, making the others laugh at the banter between the pair. 

“Your Español isn’t any better then, mi vida,” Carlos scoffed, placing his hand on his chest. 

Magda said, “There’s a reason why I only listen to you and your family when you speak, honey.” 

“This is what I have to deal with every day, by the way,” Carlos pointed out to their audience, making the others burst out laughing as he offered his wife a playful glare. 

One of the videographers spoke before Magda could make a comeback, “Wait, the camera’s still on.”

“Oh shit,” Carlos and Magda both swore before they both laughed. Their banter was caught on camera and they were laughing about it.

It took them good ten seconds to return to their composure as the camera stopped recording. 

Magda cleared her throat, clapping her hands as the camera began recording, and she instructed her husband, “Carlos, we can both speak English— it’s fine. Just speak in English, alright?” 

“Okay, fine,” Carlos rolled his eyes and muttered, “mi esposa. Muy quisquilloso.” My wife. So picky. The microphone attached to his shirt picked up on his comment.

“This is so going to the music video,” one of the band members giggled. 

Magda then continued with the recording segment as she spoke to her husband while she stood behind the camera, “Alright, please state your name and how long you have been with your partner?” 

Carlos nodded and beamed slightly as he stared back at Magda, who was smiling as she expected his answer. With a cheerful tone, he said, “My name is Carlos Sainz. I have been with my wife, Magdalena San Pedro Sainz, for seven years and three months and have been married to her for four years and six months.” 

“What prompted you to stand by her?” Magda asked as she continued to beam at him, not even noticing the heart eyes of the other people in the room. 

Eight years and still extremely in love. 

He answered, “Her determination, wits and her ability to stand by me no matter what kind of disaster came and went made me realize that falling in love with her was worth the effort to make.”

It was no wonder people thought their relationship had nothing to do with two worlds colliding.

Even with their constant light bickering, Magdalena and Carlos Sainz learned how to love each other through words — whether it was their native languages or their secondary ones. What mattered was that they understood the meaning of their love, regardless of what kind of language they had to translate it to.

fin.

[fairycosmos]

your post about spanish is so so real like yo también 😭😭 i study it at uni right now and we’re supposed to be at the highest CEFR level at the end of our degrees but i still struggle with gcse stuff big yikes . bueno estoy contigo reina 😘😘

like why is so harddddddddd lmfao </3 i think its natural when ur not fully immersed in a language and ur learning it from the outside for it to always feel kind of clunky but still it's so frustrating lmfao. feel like it would be so crazy to experience total fluency!! but also it sounds like youve been putting in a lot of work and that ur doing very well so keep pushing!! also thank u for gettig it lol <3 MWAH 😘😘

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - June 19th

turnip anon, undercover trans anon (new), mirrorball anon, family dynamics anon, blocked anon (new)

turnip anon

I sent a very long ask about college and friendships a year ago and I need to talk through some stuff

It’s a very long story about how my time at the very small college has been, I won’t go into too much detail. But, I think I’ve ruined a lot of my life by leaving school. People are so often saying that I haven’t, it’s just a different path and all that crap but it’s hard to believe them when I’m struggling to get the lowest level of grades I need to go forwards in life

I’m from the UK so our grading is different than US and I’m not sure what the US equivalent to them are but I’m currently working towards my GCSEs

I am 17 years old, you get GCSEs at 16. You get nine different GCSEs for nine different subjects and I currently have zero. And I’m not even at the point where I can take them this year because I don’t understand a lot of the material, mainly in English. I don’t have issues in maths, the only reason I’m not taking them this year is there was a little misunderstanding and I got taken out of the maths gcse lessons. I’m not too bothered about that, realistically I know I could get my maths one fairly easily. But in english, I am at the lowest level.

I don’t want to go back to this same college next year but I have to. I need to get my maths and english gcse, they’re the minimum, but with how I’m going at the moment I wouldn’t be surprised if that took me another 3 years. I don’t want to be 20 and still getting my english gcses. That’s the age where I should be at university. I’m so behind on so much and I feel like such a fucking failure.

I wanted to talk to my mum about it all this evening and she ended up telling me that she didn’t know what to do because normally people stay in school and get their nine gcses then they go to college for other subjects and then they go to university and do that but I’m not doing that and I think I’ve really let her down. I think I’ve let a lot of people down

I don’t know what my future looks like but I don’t think it’s an easy one. I doesn’t look like one in which I’ll be happy that’s for sure

Cas life really sucks. Also my pill stopped working and now I’m bleeding enough to fill an entire swimming pool. Nothing is going well

Hi!

I know you feel overwhelmed right now and like things aren't 'on track' but coming from someone who's already into adulthood, being 'on track' is such a fucking myth. There's not one way to do things, and being 'ahead' or 'behind' isn't a real thing. Because really, people who are 'ahead' can be so miserable, and people who are 'behind' can be so fucking happy. It's about what works for you and meeting YOUR goals.

Fuck other people's disappointment. What's best for YOU in this situation? Because it's your life, and there's not really a time limit like you're making yourself believe. I'm not familiar with GCSEs, but I know in the US, people are getting a high school degree at age 60. What feels right for YOU?

Also my period just ended so I hope yours does too! <3

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undercover trans anon

CAS GUESS WHAT!!!

It’s a long story but I’m going to a really conservative Christian college for a year because I have to and then I’ll transfer somewhere else and I’ve been super stressed about finding a roommate cause I’m genderfluid and I know most people there are transphobic but someone reached out to me today and it turns out they’re non binary and so we’re both like trans undercover agents I guess but we’re gonna be roommates!!!! I’m so excited cause that means I’ll have a safe space in my dorm room and I was really worried I’d get stuck with a transphobe 😭

OMG that's awesome! Having a safe place is so important, especially when moving someplace new. I hope you have an amazing year at college and you and your roommate bond! You have to keep me updated!

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mirrorball anon

Hi Cas!!!

Today was a good day. I smiled a lot and my friends made me really really happy. And I refused to let the people that hurt me make me sad today. And I’m abt to go to see the new httyd. And I smiled a lot and also might have a crush on someone new idk fs. But I just thought I should tell you since you’ve helped so much before :)))

-🪩

Hi!

I'm so glad you had a good day! It's great you're able to take some time and reflect on some positives. You should keep them in a journal or write them down somewhere- my wife does that and she looks back on them when she's sad.

I hope you have a good day today, too!

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Family Dynamics anon

I'm scared idk if your up with the news but Iran and Israel are currently in a war and I'm very scared Israel is still very much after Egypt they teach their children that they won 6th Oct and that sina is also theirs

The whole killing civilians and bombing schools and hospitals is not something new for Israel they did it to us in the 70s they bombed a whole school killing every student and teacher and they had bombed civilian areas too I'm so so so scared that they'll start bombing Egypt too

I honestly don't know much about our president but I know he doesn't publicly announce anything political to the Egyptian people if he doesn't see it important and I'm honestly so fucking scared I live in the capital and I live in a city really close to a lot of military buildings and stuff

I don't want to die I don't want to God forbid lose my family these people are actual monsters they won't hesitate to bomb us if they have the chance

Hi <3

Yeah I'm keeping up with the news but American news is pretty skewed right now. I did hear about this though.

I'm so sorry. I wish I could say something to help, but I know there's not much else I can do other than give you virtual hugs and tell you that it's okay to be scared. You don't have to pretend like this isn't happening or something. The world is really scary right now, and I'm here if you need to vent <3

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blocked anon

i kinda need advice lol

one of my first moots (ever on this platform, we interacted/lurked a lot on eachother’s blogs) recently stopped being available to view (their blog)

i thought it was a bit weird, but thought they quit, no problem, doesn’t bother me.

scrolling through another moot’s blog, see that their active still, on that account. I do a bit of research, and check my moot community. It says that I’m not following them (which is weird, bc I was as far as I was aware lol) so I try to follow them again. It doesn’t work

I try messaging them, it won’t let me. Asks, doesn’t let me.

After a bit of research, I discovered the (likely) possibility that they’ve blocked me. No reason or explanation why.

I just want to know if it’s wrong for me to want to know why, or at least a chance to say goodbye, bc I genuinely saw them as a friend.

Hi!

Yeah it sounds like they blocked you.

I don't think it's wrong to want to know why. I'd want to know why as well. It's basically like you've been ghosted, right?

Unfortunately, I don't think you'll ever find out why, if they blocked you. But honestly, as sad as it sounds, it might be that they didn't see this as like...a genuine friendship? Like if you never actually DMed, just interacted with each other's content, it might be they didn't think you were that close? And maybe they changed fandoms or something and just...blocked everyone in an old fandom.

It could also be that there IS no logic behind it, which ducks.

But either way, as hard as it is, please try not to linger on it for too long. If they just blocked you with no explanation, they didn't value you too much, and that's on them, not you.

[iceyiceice]

tagging tag tag tag tagging tag

i’m late but my birth right disney princess is literally alice in wonderland and the rabbit in that was late so…

thanks for the tags: @jrooc @jessij1997 @kiennilove @energievie @gallapiech @sgtmickeyslaughter @nozenfordaddy @deedala @heymrspatel @deathclassic @stocious @burninface @atthedugouts @creepkinginc

Questions:

today we're gonna be talkin' ragrets. All those shoulda, woulda and coulda's!

First.. the basics:

Name: tag

Popular music/band/artist while you were in highschool: one direction, i actually got paid to drink coffee and sing one direction the other day it was lit

Okay.. let's get into it...

What's one thing you wish you'd known when you were younger? that we’re all on our own timelines and do life at difference paces and in different ways

What is a course or certification you wish you'd done? i’m doing it now! counselling :) however i think i wasn’t ready for it before so i’ll say art, i wish i did it at GCSE and college but unfortunately school knocked my confidence

What's a style you wish you'd never rocked? this one pink coat i had at 17, i wouldn’t say i rocked it though

What's a style you totally killed? emo. bring back emo ice 2025

Do you still wear it? in a way? sometimes i wear a more neutral version but i no longer have black box dyed hair which really pulled it all together

Favorite pair of shoes you've ever owned: my docs sandals. bring back summer 2025

Have you ever worn heels? Do you regret it? Do you wish you had tried to wear heels? Do you think heels are the devil? i wore heals to prom but they were literally 3 inches. my docs boots and docs sandals are both platforms but i don’t think that counts

Name one bucket list item? go to Alaska

What's something you would do if you could step outside all your insecurities/fears today? find a partner (too honest?)

Is there another language you wish you learnt? yes. literally any other language but english would be great thanks. i feel so dumb

What's something you've done to your hair that you look back on and cringe? i botched my hair dye the night before graduation which wasn’t my best moment

Okay last one.. what's a real regret? no regrets just love let’s go all the way tonight, you and i, we’ll be young foreverrrrr. yeah idk i can’t think of any now but i’m sure i will when i’m trying to sleep tonight

picrew!!

[theshiftingwitch]

hello!! this is my third or fourth time asking you questions here and your advice has been greatly helping me and i appreciate that, could i be 🫐 anon from now on? thank you! once again, i am in need of some advice.

for the past few days, i have been robotically affirming a lot during my days with the same one affirmation “i have all of my desires in my script”, i made a list of all of my desires that i am manifesting right now, and i also made a board on pinterest divided into sections on my new life as a way of scripting and a vision board, and now i feel like some things are going in the opposite way, and i know that this happens to some people, but it’s still stumping me a little.

one of the things im manifesting is wealth for me and my family, i added those things to my script yesterday and today i tried to buy something cheap and my card declined, i got over £200 on my birthday in july and have been buying things freely since then, and the day after i added wealth to my script my card declines.

i am also manifesting a close bond with my father, the last time i saw my dad i was 12, i am now 16, and the only time we interact over text message is during birthdays or christmas, and whenever he asks to meet up, i don’t reply out of anxiety of seeing him. in my script i go into detail about how we are very close and i still see him regularly, and i am also revising the fact that i didn’t see or talk to him for years, and two days ago i randomly had a thought of him and my step-mum having a baby together, and this morning while i was sleeping he text me for the first time in months to tell me that they were having a baby, so i think i accidentally manifested that, but i also am scared that he’s going to forget about me and focus on his new baby, when im trying to manifest a good relationship between us.

i am also manifesting for my brother to start behaving better and my mum to become a good parent, they are still the same, a few minutes ago my brother was misbehaving as usual, but at least my mum said he needs to start behaving, but that’s nothing… i know i should keep persisting, but it’s doubting and gets harder to keep my faith in the 4D during these circumstances and situations, but i am trying.

i also have some concerns over the speed of my manifestations. i know that with the law of assumption, whatever you assume is true, and that includes how quickly you manifest, but i don’t even know myself how long im assuming it will take. i see people say “time isn’t real” but i also don’t get that. i know that it’s meant to be motivating and relieving, but all i am experiencing is that time is in fact very much real. ive been having issues with school for years, and haven’t been in for a single school day for 3 years, and didn’t been do my GCSE’s, i was meant to be going to a specific type of college at the beginning of this month, but i don’t even know what’s happening with that at this point, but they could call at any time and tell me i have to be there, and im manifesting against that. in my new reality, i am also revising that i never missed out on school, i just went to a new school and instead of going straight to college, i want to do sixth form. the problem with this is that while im currently manifesting my new reality as quick as possible, it’s worrying that i will be pushed into these unwanted circumstances like college before i have manifested my new reality where i was always in school, and am happily in sixth form instead. i can’t understand that “time isn’t real”, because it is. there are so many time limits and i have to manifest these things before certain times (like college) that come catching up to me.

i need help, im scared. how isn’t time real? and how do i speed up my manifestations, really, im trying to shift to a whole new reality.

thank you!!!!!! — 🫐

Hello 🫐 !

First, I'm so happy that my posts are helpful, thank you for coming back with more questions! I'm always happy to dissect the law with you!

Now let's get to your "problems":

Reading through your question, I have noticed that you're worrying about a whole lot of things that are not yours to worry about. You told me that you started scripting recently, and you chose one umbrella affirmation along with vision boards to manifest your desires, which I have to say is a wonderful method so good job on that and I want you to stick with it because it will work.

Now your first issue is that your 3D reality is not reflecting your script and your vision board back to you just yet. Here's the thing though, you have only started this method according to you a few days ago, but you have been living in this 3D reality for 16 years. Through those years you have lived through trauma, limiting beliefs, and unfavorable circumstances that have shaped the way your subconscious mind works and reacts to the world around you. So as of right now, the 3D reality is still reflecting back to you what you have assumed to be true your entire life up until this point, including your relationship with your father, your brother's behavior, your mother's personality, and your struggles with school. These things have all been happening for a great chunk of time, that doesn't mean that they will continue to happen forever. The more you keep affirming, the sooner it will happen because like I said in a previous post: robotic affirmation creates new neural pathways in your brain and those new neural pathways will create the new future that you are trying to manifest.

Now, what do we mean when we say that time isn't real? It is a spiritual and philosophical idea that suggests that time was man-made. Calendars, clocks, days, weeks, months, years, were all made by people who needed to make sense of the world around them. How does this relate to your manifestations? All we have is now. The past no longer exists, it is gone forever, that is why we are able to revise it and essentially rewrite history because the past is over. The future doesn't exist just yet, there are endless possibilities, endless realities, and endless futures that you can experience and the only way to to know for sure which one you're going to experience is by manifesting your desired life. So all you have right now is this moment, all that exists, all that ever existed, and all that ever will exist is right now. That is why we tell you to decide on what you want right now and stick with that story because you're not creating your reality, everything that could possibly exist already does. You're choosing what reality you want to live and your reaffirming that choice in your brain by your various methods of manifestations. Think of it like a catalog, you have a magazine in your hands and you are picking and choosing which future you want to have. When you order something online, do you sit by your window and watch for the delivery driver that is going to deliver your package to you every second of every day until that package gets to your door? No, you click order, and you sit back and wait because you know with a 100% certainty that your package is going to come to you. That's exactly what manifestation is, you pick your desired reality, you hit order by affirming, and you wait for the universe to deliver your package to you.

What's standing in your way right now is your lack of trust. And I understand, because as of right now you think that everything is going exactly against everything you're manifesting. You are not seeing the results, you're only seeing the opposite of what you want, and to that I will say this: ignore, ignore, ignore. If the 3D is showing you unfavorable circumstances and old stories, ignore it, turn around, close your eyes, and imagine what you want coming to you. Affirm, visualize, decide, and let go because there is no other choice, you will get your manifestations, that is how the law works. it's not a game of chance, it is reality.

If I tell you that the only way your manifestations will not come to you is if you let your fear of time and unfavorable circumstances hold you back from getting everything you want, will you still be afraid? That is how you need to look at things, you have all the power, you have endless possibilities, and your potential is unimaginable. You are the universe, stop doubting yourself, stop doubting your power, but most of all stop doubting the universe because it always has your back. It always gives you what you ask it, you want money? the universe says yes. you want love ?the universe says yes. you want a good relationship with your parents ? the universe says yes. you want fame and glory and a lot of friends ? the universe says yes! all you have to do is let it bring what you want to you, that is all.

Relax, stop being so afraid, stop throwing a temper tantrum every time you see something that does not align with your new story and let things flow to you because trust me when I say this, they are flowing to you as we speak. Do not go back and forth between the old story and the new story, you're only confusing yourself and delaying your manifestations. You have already decided on what you wanted, now let it come to you. The more you convince yourself by affirming and reaffirming the faster it will come that is all you have to do.

Happy manifesting ❤️

[upsettingandunfortunateclasshate]

A school on the estate is keeping kids til 5pm, and 7pm once a week. It's fucked up. Everyone's on about why. The kids fucking hate it, it's taking some to a dark place as it would me.

I definitely think it's partly to try and close the gap on the posh kids. Their parents pay for private tuition as standard. It gives them a big advantage whether it's teaching them extra maths cos they're thick or the fucking violin.

Parents on my estate can't afford that shite. Many are in the most extreme poverty percentile aka not eating enough calories a day. So the school is stepping in with this bullshit belief that working the kids to the bone means they'll be prime minister

They're never gonna bridge the gap cos they don't have the accent, confidence, network, references and cold hard cash to live in London or whatever. We've had 20 prime ministers from one fee paying school. The fees are now 62k a year. That's what matters.

It's also definitely a control thing. This school is built on the site of my old school which made national headlines over how bad it was - unruly, dangerous, hopeless - with the average GCSE pass rate being 3/4% when the national average was 60/70%.

It's about institutionalising the kids, teaching them respect, routine. But rather than hitting em like they did in the 70s, it's through ruthless bludgeoning work. It's 'schooling' not education IMO.

They've always wanted to tame those on the estate. Tame and control, whether it's the right, the liberals, toffs, professionals etc

[tragicassi]

studyblr intro <3

hi! i'm cass, she/her. i'm not new to tumblr, but i'm completely new to studyblr. exams are coming up in less than a year, which is honestly terrifying, so i made this sideblog mostly to motivate me to study.

about me!

she/her

chinese, lives in the uk

intp

studying for gcse

interests!

music - i have pretty broad tastes! i love everything from musical theatre (les mis!!), to classical, to indie rock, and to jazz

manga and webnovels - current favourites are nana, bungou stray dogs, and omniscient reader's viewpoint

books - huge fan of classic lit, especially dostoevsky, but i also love sci fi and murder mysteries. right now, i'm reading narcissus and goldmund

random tv shows/movies - i'm slightly obsessed with doctor who, and taskmaster. little women (2019) and dead poets society have my heart

academics!

my favourite subjects are chemistry, geography, biology, and classical greek

i started taking classical greek just last year, and it's been amazing! pretty difficult though

as much as i love books and reading as a hobby, i've somehow never really enjoyed english literature classes

goals!

my plan for this blog is to do a 100 days of productivity! i think that'll take me right up until mocks begin

i'm not a very organised person, and i'm very prone to procrastination, so this is mainly to hold me accountable

even though this sideblog is largely for me to keep a log of what i'm doing, study-wise, i'd love to make some new friends!

btw, i follow from my main account, @drowning-in-procrastination

[armand-dearest]

I'm thinking about the best teacher I ever had and how much of a scam the GCSE examination process was, at least back in 2013 when I did it. I know it's changed a lot since I did it, and I have no idea how it's done now.

Basically when I did my exams, there were 2 versions of the papers. The "foundation" paper, where the highest grade you could get was a C, and the "higher" paper, which went all the way up to an A*. The idea was that the foundation paper was meant to be easier than the higher one. But naturally what that meant was proportionately, you had to get a lot more of the Foundation exam correct to get a passing grade.

Anyway, the best teacher I ever had also thought this was a scam. He was my maths teacher, head of the department. He didn't teach younger year groups at all, his focus was on year 10 and 11 to help us with our exams. In particular, he focused most of his energy into the "D/C borderline group", aka the kids right on the boundary between passing and failing. Obviously a big reason he did this was to help the schools stats. But it also really helped us kids too.

So, my teachers method was to put us D/C borderline kids on the higher paper, and then essentially hack the system. The paper started with a few easy questions that scored the least amount of points, then a lot of moderate difficulty questions, then about 3 very difficult questions at the end which scored the most. He taught us how to do the easy stuff that would appear at the start, and the hard stuff that would appear at the end. He left out most of the stuff in the middle so he had more time to teach us the hard stuff and master that. It worked literally perfectly. Proportionately on the Higher paper, that was all you needed to get a C.

He was brilliant at teaching in general too. He spoke to us like adults rather than talking down to us, but was still strict with his expectations for us. He naturally gained respect due to this, even the worst behaved kids liked this guy. He could also have a laugh. He'd attach acronyms with swear words or funny anecdotal stories to different things we'd have to memorise, and it worked perfectly.

And then, once we got that C, he gave us the option to do another paper again in the summer, and he'd teach us the middle part of the paper in an effort to get a higher grade if we wanted. That was fully voluntary, the pressure of the exam being make or break for our future completely taken off our shoulders. The summer classes also had pizza as an incentive to join.

What I find the most funny about all this in retrospect is that he said he didn't believe in ADHD, but his lessons were literally perfectly catered to kids with ADHD. 10/10 experience. I'm wishing him well, wherever he is.