#to answer your question: I am absolutely HONOURED

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Mutant Duncan!!!!

He got bit by a tarantula (he’s not Spider-Man though)

Unlike normal spiders tarantulas actually don’t spin webs to trap insects instead they hunt like most animals they still spin silk they just don’t make webs.

Duncan can make silk through his wrists (like Spider-Man) and he also has neurotoxic venom in his fangs that paralyze and then dissolves whoever gets a lethal dose!!

(How does it feel to get your first ever fan design for an au? /lh)

(Also if you recognize the pose, no you don’t /j) (it’s from the honey I’m home mv by ghost n pals)

MUTANT SPIDER BOY AYEEEEEEE!!!!!!

I think he'd get along GREAT with alejandro from The Mutant Facility! I'd hate to get bit by either of them

[silversurfersx]

media duties | f1grid pt.2

part 1

f1 grid x driver!reader [smau] - part 2

summary: the reader does anything to escape her media duties

faceclaim: Jamie chadwick and random peopke I found on ointerest

warnings: swearing, theoretical violence

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yourusername: got a visitor in the paddock today😊 he had the cooler car 😔

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user: is alex ok?

user: what happened in slide 3???

alex_albon: why did you post this?

yourusername: bc auggie is adorable alex_albon: obviously, but that's not what I meant yourusername: oh you mean me hitting you with my car... yeah, that's meant as a threat for everyone alex_albon: what for? yourusername: leading Netflix to my secret hideout alex_albon: you were hiding in the Haas hospitality with Auggie and the Haas kids yourusername: yeah I couldn't understand a word those two said

user: ah yes...

user: is it weird that I'm jealous of auggie's car?

user: no, cause same

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Auggie cruised in his Spiderman toy car in front of you through the paddock. In high pitched squeaks he imitated motor noises.

Chuckling at the small boy, you followed along grabbing your phone from your pocket when you felt a ping. Looking down you saw Alex's message about Netflix wanting to film a segment once again.

'I can't, I gotta take care of auggie, sorry'

You texted back, looking for another excuse, as you knew that taking care of Auggie wasn't the best excuse, as there were enough people at Williams who could look after your nephew for an hour. They did when you raced as well.

Your eyes moved over the paddock, stopping on Nico Hulkenberg kneeling alongside his daughter, who was Auggie's age.

"Auggie, what do you think about making a new friend?"

The blonde boy turned back, quickly hitting the brakes of his toy car. "A new friend?"

"Yeah, you see that girl over there?" You nodded at the small girl, whose name you never really learned. "She looks nice, doesn't she?"

"Yes! Do you think she wants to be my friend?" The boy asked eyes wide in question. You shrugged. "Maybe we could go and ask."

"Yes!"

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"Y/N what are your plans for next year?" The media person asked rising to their feat in the crowd of reporters during the press conference.

Slowly you lifted the microphone up to your lips. "I don't know."

"You were seen in the Haas hospitality earlier today. Was it contract related or did you hide from someone again?" They asked which was followed by chuckles from everyone in the room.

Smiling you answered. "I was hiding."

Again chuckles erupted.

"Did you get caught?" Max interrupted from next to you on the couch. Laughing you nodded. "Yeah, Alex told on me."

"Ah, you shouldn't have told him." Max reprimanded you.

"Yeah, I know." You nodded. "But I hit him with my car, so now we're even." You argumented, ignoring the wide eyes from the media. Yuki grinned from beside Max, who couldn't hide his own amusement.

"That seems alright then." Max replied.

"If i may interrupt and go back to my initial question." The reporter interrupted. "Y/N, what are your plans for next year, do you have a new contract in sight?"

"Not really." You shrugged. It was a lie, but it wasn't any of their business, yet and you didn't even know if t would work out.

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yourusername: a great honour to be able to join seb and his crew!❤

It was an absolute honour meeting you, seb and all the people who worked this project. I am proud to have been part of this!!!🇧🇷🤩🥰

SennaForver 🇧🇷🇧🇷

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user: absolutely beautiful what you did

user: we love seb!

user: senna forever!!!

sebastianvettel: it was an honour to have you join us as well❤ [liked by yoursusername]

alex_albon: so this is where you went?

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It was only logical that a day would come, where you were actually late for media duties, though no one believed you. Your constant lying about your whereabouts during media duties finally got to you.

"Where did you hide out this time?" Alex greeted you when you ran on stage for the fan event. "I didn't, I swear, I fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm."

Alex looked at you suspiciously, not quite believing you. "Was it Max?"

"No, I swear, I slept in." You tried to reassure. Looking out at the crowd you tried to convince them. "Sorry guys, but I swear I did sleep."

Laughs filled the crowd at you attempts of convincing.

"Was that a 'we believe you'- laugh?" You asked receiving once again a similar laugh. Leaning back to look at the Alpine boys who were with you. "Are they laughing at me or with me?"

"I think at you." Pierre teased and Esteban joined. "I would too."

"At least I know I'm funny." You replied, grinning.

Alex leaned towards you, putting the microphone away from his mouth. "Did you actually sleep in?"

"Yes, I swear." You replied.

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yourusername: I swear guys i played too much sims and fell asleep... also I got a special helmet ⛑️

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user: happens to the best of us

user: damn, she's fighting harder than when she's escaping Netflix

landonorris: did u feed me?

yourusername: i let you drown in the pool, lol landonorris: what 🙂 yourusername: oscar was really sad oscarpiastri: nah landonorris: 🥲 yourusername: that's rough

alexalbon: but did you?

yourusername: 🤡

user: sick helmet ⛑️

user: are we all just gonna ignore lando?

yourusername: ignoring him is always the safest option 👍

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Drive to Survive interview:

"Hello, my name is Y/N Y/LN and I am racing for Williams Racing." You closed the clap with a tight smile, the bright lights surrounding you blinded you.

"Okay, great, it's good to finally catch you." The reporter announced making you unwillingly smile. "Yeah, you guys are very adamant, just wouldn't give up."

"We promise to keep it short for you." The woman laughed.

"Grand."

"Where did you hide this time?" The question continued.

"At Aston."

"Is it nice there?" The woman said as the interview continued.

"It's very green."

"Oh, I bet. How are you finding this season as it is slowly ending? What are your plans for next season, there are only a handful of seats left?" The interviewer pressed as you shifted in your seat knowing what she was out for. Carlos took your Williams seat for next year, so the question arises, 'what should you do?'.

Obviously you were in talks with a few people, looking over the open seats and even at spots in other categories like wec.

"It's been crazy, but I know what I'm doing."

"So you got a plan?" The woman asked curiously. "Is it for vcarb? They've been looking at you, I've heard."

You shrugged pursing your lips . "RedBull sugar free? Who knows."

"You're really not giving us anything, aren't you?" She interviewer chuckled and you smiled cockily.

"Nope." You looked over the camera personal, as the interviewer searched her notes. "Are we finished? Do you just cut to some dramatic scenes of me now?"

The lady shook her head chuckling. "Not quite, sorry."

Internally sighing in disappointment you nodded.

"Alright."

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[CAPTION] thank you Charles (my secret santa) for the invisability cloak, now I can hide even better☺️🧙‍♀️

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[bennetsbonnet]

Much has been made of Mr Darcy's "confession" to Elizabeth that he does not converse easily with strangers. It is repeatedly used to support neurodivergent interpretations of his character. And I suppose that when taken at face value, a character confessing that they do not easily converse with strangers and struggle to catch their tone or appear interested in conversation can absolutely scream AUTISM! (I say as an autistic person myself)

But this line is often taken in isolation. When considered in terms of the passage in which it appears in Chapter 31, it appears far less of a smoking gun than may initially be suspected. After some discussion about Elizabeth and Darcy's prior acquaintance in Hertfordshire, Colonel Fitzwilliam asks Elizabeth for information about Darcy's behaviour there. She readily supplies it:

'Pray let me hear what you have to accuse him of,' cried Colonel Fitzwilliam. 'I should like to know how he behaves among strangers.' 'You shall hear then—but prepare yourself for something very dreadful. The first time of my ever seeing him in Hertfordshire, you must know, was at a ball—and at this ball, what do you think he did? He danced only four dances, though gentlemen were scarce; and, to my certain knowledge, more than one young lady was sitting down in want of a partner. Mr Darcy, you cannot deny the fact.' 'I had not at that time the honour of knowing any lady in the assembly beyond my own party.'

What Darcy leaves out here is that it was he himself who chose not to be introduced to anybody. As we learn from the description of his behaviour at the Meryton assembly in Chapter 3:

Mr Darcy danced only once with Mrs Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party.

Anyway, Elizabeth correctly does not buy his excuses. Not only does she respond with a cutting sarcastic remark, but she tries to bring the discussion with an end by speaking to Colonel Fitzwilliam:

'True; and nobody can ever be introduced in a ball-room. Well, Colonel Fitzwilliam, what do I play next? My fingers wait your orders.'

But Darcy does not get the hint and continues conversing with Elizabeth rather than quitting while he's ahead. However, I don't believe him to be missing a social cue here. Rather, this is an exceedingly conceited man who cannot conceive that anyone would not want to speak to such a Superior Being as he and more-so, is determined to defend himself from a perceived slight against his impeccable character.

Then we come to the passage containing the oft-cited line which allegedly contains proof of his neurodivergency:

'Perhaps,' said Darcy, 'I should have judged better, had I sought an introduction; but I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers.' 'Shall we ask your cousin the reason of this?' said Elizabeth, still addressing Colonel Fitzwilliam. 'Shall we ask him why a man of sense and education, and who has lived in the world, is ill-qualified to recommend himself to strangers?' 'I can answer your question,' said Fitzwilliam, 'without applying to him. It is because he will not give himself the trouble.'

Once again, Elizabeth does not buy his excuse for even a single second. She's fully aware of all the advantages a man such as he will have received in society (opportunities not open to women, might I add!) and draws attention to that fact. It's a brilliant, cutting line from her and she really set that one up for Colonel Fitzwilliam to deliver the knockout blow.

Not only do we have the testimony of Mr Darcy's cousin, that 'he will not give himself the trouble,' to appear cordial to strangers, but we have evidence from Wickham too. Although after this statement, Wickham quickly goes onto misrepresent Darcy's kindness to the poor, which contradicts Mrs Reynold's later testimony, I do believe Wickham to be telling the truth (for once!) here, when he tells Elizabeth in Chapter 16:

'Mr Darcy can please where he chooses. He does not want abilities. He can be a conversible companion if he thinks it worth his while.'

Which, again, demonstrates that Darcy is capable when he wants to be. That is the crucial point. Autistic people fundamentally lack the ability to understand social cues, they cannot turn it on and off as they please because they are snobs.

So, now we come to the infamous line about Darcy's supposed social struggles, and I hope that I've provided enough context to the line to make you see that it should not be taken at face value:

'I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,' said Darcy, 'of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.' 'My fingers,' said Elizabeth, 'do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault—because I will not take the trouble of practising. It is not that I do not believe my fingers as capable as any other woman’s of superior execution.'

Again, Elizabeth is not buying his excuses for even a single second and tells him if he feels like that, maybe he should put the effort in. She has seen him in numerous social settings and been thoroughly unimpressed with his behaviour which, when you consider his rudeness to her at the Meryton assembly, she has every right to be.

So, what do I make of the line?

Well, I think it's abundantly clear that Darcy absolutely can speak to people when he wants to. Perhaps, in his mind, he struggles to make that deeper connection and make friends easily. But making friends is not always easy, it's a process you must invest time and effort into. If you do not do that, it stands to reason that you will struggle. Plus, if you hold others to ridiculous standards (as Darcy does) without recognising and fixing the flaws within yourself, you're not going to have deep, lasting friendships.

While this quote may appear to be a moment of vulnerability where he does confess a fault of his, which is astounding given his pride, personally I do not think it was not a soul-searching exercise. It was to make Elizabeth stop grilling him. It was self-serving. Although, I don't think he's entirely lying. Darcy is veeeery careful with his words and though this statement is not considered and perhaps comes out rather abruptly, it doesn't necessarily follow that it isn't true. I can imagine that it is probably something he's felt for a while, yet it is a rather desperate attempt to defend himself from a woman who sees right through him.

I think perhaps Darcy does realise that he isn't as naturally gifted as other men he knows (such as Wickham, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr Bingley) when it comes to forming acquaintances. However, he looks outwards and turns that bitterness against the world rather than looking inwards, reflecting upon himself and improving his manners which would be the correct thing to do. Thankfully, he later does this, but it took him twenty eight years...

In addition, Darcy appeared to have been under the illusion that he could coast by on Pemberley's reputation... which has always worked... until he met Elizabeth. For perhaps the first time, he encounters a woman who is not awestruck by him and his reputation and delivers the rebuke that he always needed.

So, while personally I'm inclined to believe there is some truth to his statement, as Mr Darcy is many things but he isn't a liar, I think it is said in desperation. His feeling stems from him knowing what he should do, but he can't be bothered to enact it... rather than any inherent social deficiency stemming from being neurodivergent.

Although, even if he does struggle socially, it's still no excuse for the rudeness he displayed to Elizabeth! My main issue with neurodivergent readings of Darcy is when they are deployed to defend his behaviour, when they attribute his rudeness to any potential neurodivergency and when they excuse his laziness. That is an awful message! Autistic people who struggle with social cues often do not, nor should they, go around insulting others. They should and often do put plenty of effort into being considerate and polite. In fact, I think, if anything, a love of rules makes us more likely to have good manners, rather than the reverse.

Ultimately, I'm not sure this line makes Mr Darcy the sympathetic-poor-sweet-innocent-shy-boy-autistic-representation that people want him to be. In fact it makes him look even worse, if anything. On matters such as these, he is every inch the conceited proud man he was widely believed to be at the Meryton assembly. Luckily, Elizabeth is an incredibly smart woman, who doesn't fall for it and immediately calls him out on his behaviour in a way that he has never experienced before. As she should!

[neil-gaiman]

Hiya Mr Gaiman!

It's probably unlikely that you'll see this, since ofc you're probably busy rn, but incase you do see this in your inbox but don't have time to answer due to other stuff, i just wanna let you know that i still appreciate you somehow having time to read this lil ask I've sent you! Again, thank you Mr Gaiman!

Anyway, so this would probably sound *kinda* weird in terms of the ask i'm writing to you, but do bear with me!

Ok, so uhh Mr Gaiman, if you were to have the ability to time travel to alternative dimensions/universes, would you go to an alternative universe where Monty Python member Graham Chapman never got throat cancer and was still alive and well and happy in his 80s and living his best life in said alternative universe? If so, why? If not, why?

Again, sorry if it sounds a bit out of league and sorta philosophical in terms of the question for you to answer, Mr Gaiman, but I've been thinking about this for quite a while now and it does make me both happy and emotional to think about if Graham Chapman was still alive today, and if he was still alive today, what kinda projects he would've been in, both in terms of writing and acting? Would Graham still be in contact with the other Pythons? Would Graham probably also have a Tumblr account? (ok that's a bit of a stretch but it's a bit funny to imagine imo).

I certainly think that, if Graham was still alive today, he would've been absolutely happy that same-sex marriage was finally made legal plus many other achievements for LGBTQ+ rights, and that he would've probably gotten legally married to his partner David Sherlock, with the other Pythons being the guests of honour for the wedding ceremony!

I also wonder that, if Graham's adopted son John Tomiczek (who unfortunately died from a heart attack in 1992) were to also live, would've Graham finally become a grandpa/great-grandpa?

Idk, it's just some thoughts that I've been thinking about. Thoughts about the many upon many possibilities of Graham doing lots of stuff today if he were still alive. Things he *would've* and *could've* have had the opportunity to do......that is.....if the universe didn't decide to be a dickhead one day and give Graham throat cancer for no absolute reason, and to make it hurt even more, have him pass away on the eve before the 20th Anniversary of "Monty Python's Flying Circus" airing on the 5th October, 1989.....

Again, I understand if you can't be able to answer rn due to other stuff, but I thought I'd ask you this rather hypothetical (rather philosophical of sorts) question cuz I have been thinking about it for quite a while now, and I wanted to hear your personal thoughts on this hypothetical AU situation!

Thanks Mr Neil Gaiman ❤️

It's a lovely idea. I never knew Graham (although I've met most of the other Pythons, and am friends with Terry Gilliam). I like thinking of worlds in which wonderful people didn't die.

[peekofhistory]

Hello there! I recently discovered your blog and it's really wonderful resource. I have a question and maybe you would be able to answer. From what I know the mourning garments are white, and I've seen some in movies or dramas. But I also saw many hanfu or hanfu-like costumes in dramas that predominately use white as a color for characters. So I am a bit confused, if what is considered mourning garment is much different (in style or in cut)? or the white clothes in dramas are just something modern and for aesthetics? I hope I'm making sense here.. Anyways, cheers and thanks in advance!

Unf, such amazing questions, I love it ❤️❤️

I'm going to answer this one very carefully because I don't want to get screamed at for "gatekeeping" 😆 Right off the bat I'm going to put a disclaimer:

Whatever show you enjoy, whichever actor/actress you like, you do you and have a good time. What I'm going to write is ONLY some trends in Chinese TV/movies over the past few decades, I'm not saying any show isn't "good", please don't hate me.

You're absolutely correct that historically, Chinese mourning clothes are white, but not just white, the material is also important. The actual term for mourning is "披麻戴孝" so if we break the words down:

披 (pi) = to wear on the body (like a cape) 麻 (ma) = hemp (fabric) 戴 (dai) = to wear, to hold, to have 孝 (xiao) = filial piety, show honour and love towards one's parents

So it's wearing white hemp and some sort of white fabric on the head to express one's respect for an elder. Mourning wear is only for those who are older than you (ex. parents, grandparents, older siblings, etc.), of a higher rank, or in some cases your superior (ex. solders in a battalion wearing mourning clothes when their captain passes).

I'll use some screenshots from the 1994 version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms as an example:

Pic 1-3: The emperor has passed away in this situation so everyone is in full mourning attire. His court (pic 1), his concubine (pic 2), his kid (pic 3). If you enlarge the image, you'll see the material they're wearing is quite rough-looking (best seen in pic 3, the other images' resolution aren't great).

Pic 4-6: In this funeral, the Wu Kingdom's Commander of the naval forces has passed away, so almost everyone is in full mourning because that's a very high rank.

Pic 5: You'll see the man on the right isn't in mourning because he's head of the Wu Kingdom, so his rank is higher than the Commander, therefore he doesn't wear mourning clothes.

Pic 6: This man is a visitor and frenemy of the Commander. He's coming from the Shu (Han) Kingdom and because they're not from the same Kingdom, there's no consideration of whose rank is higher or lower. Therefore, he's only worn a strip of white cloth over his hair out of respect (he technically doesn't even need to wear that). Now, obviously, even though he's not required to wear white hemp mourning clothes, it's not a good idea to show up in flashing pink or electric orange (very disrespectful), so he's gone with a soft, pale blue

Pic 7: In this image, a distant relative of the leader of the Shu (Han) Kingdom has passed away (at this point in the show the Kingdom hadn't been established, so he's only the head of a province). This particular relative is younger than everyone present, so; a) he's not ranked above them b) he's not older than them

Therefore, none of them are in full mourning, but they've tied a white cloth to their belt to express respect.

The man in blue, on the right, with the black hat is a visitor from the Wu Kingdom, so much like in Pic 6 he's coming to pay respect to someone not from his Kingdom (doesn't matter the rank) and not his senior) so he's not in mourning clothes (he doesn't even have a white cloth at his belt when he turns around).

So yes, white is traditionally a mourning colour but not all white coloured clothing is for mourning. If you're wearing a white silk robe with embroideries and designs, that's not considered mourning clothes.

Now, having said that, traditionally people still tried to stay away from full on, completely white outfits from head to toe. It's just not a lucky colour to wear. A jacket that's white, or a skirt that's white with a coloured border or some colourful accessories, not a big deal, but if you're going full white in everything...just, no, lol.

As for the Chinese period dramas/movies of today...that's a really deep well to dive through. I'll try to summarize it here and do more detailed posts later on.

TV dramas/movies are never 100% historically accurate, I'm sure everyone knows this, and we don't expect them to be. But for the Chinese entertainment industry it's been becoming less and less accurate in the last 20-25 yrs or so. In terms of clothing/make up/hair/set design/aesthetics in general, there's debate on why these changes have occurred (some say video games, some say foreign aesthetic influence, etc.) but the final result is a LOT of the costumes you see in period dramas today are very, very not historically accurate or even fitting to what is considered "traditional" Chinese aesthetics.

There's a LOT of these "Xianxia" shows going around, stories about immortals and "Gods", "xian/ 仙". I guess the character designers today feel that white somehow makes the characters feel more "immortal", more other-worldly, an imported aesthetic mainly from the West where "white" has been associated with "purity". There's actually growing push-back from the Chinese audience inside China against the character designs in recent years because people are beginning to feel like we're losing OUR aesthetic, these designs aren't what OUR Gods and immortals traditionally looked like. Here's a comparison:

On the left we have some shows and movies from the 80s and 90s, on the right we have more recent shows.

I'll be honest...some of the clothes on the right I barely consider "Hanfu". That's not to say they're not pretty, but the Hanfu influence in them is so small at some point I start thinking, "You're essentially wearing a large-sleeved dress...". In addition to the clothes, there's the hair, the makeup, even the buildings...they're...kind of East Asian styled but not really? I can't even say they're Chinese-styled because it's so generically East Asian some of these set designs.

Traditional Chinese aesthetics favoured bold colours, and the more power and wealth you had the larger the hair styles for women, with rich, beautiful accessories. Gardens and buildings are not minimalistic at all (that leans more Japanese style), rooms are not large and empty, even in large buildings each individual room are sectioned to be fairly small. There's a running joke on Bilibili (Chinese youtube) that the Heavens have gone bankrupt these days because the costumes, the hair, and buildings look so...bare xDD

Some audiences will say these shows are fiction anyway, not set in any particular time or country but...I mean, clearly they're not writing about a Western immortal or an African God, these stories are set in the frame of Chinese characters.

In any case, basically what I'm saying is, take the Hanfu you see in dramas/movies with a grain of salt. Sometimes with a whole bag of salt. It's absolutely no problem to like them, enjoy them, cosplay them, buy them, but don't link them to anything with history unless you do some research.

And again, not saying any show is good or bad, enjoy whatever you want, this is only an opinion regarding trends in Chinese period dramas/movies. If you'd like to see what a traditional Chinese image of "Heaven" and immortals look like, here's a video from the 1986 version of Journey to the West. This is a show I would say over 80% of Chinese people have seen, most of us watched it as kids. Many, many people think it recreates the image most Chinese people have of what our "Heaven" looks like:

Src: 嗑学家与挑剔学家 【86版西游记演出了中国传统神仙该有的样子】 https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1DV4y1g73N/

[marvelmaniac715]

A few snippets of what probably would’ve happened if the Doctor and Belinda broke the fourth wall into my living room instead of the three artificial fans on the show:

Me: *hyperventilating at the sudden appearance of fictional characters*

The Doctor: Miss, are you okay?

Me: Don’t worry, I’m- *more hyperventilating*

The Doctor: Is there anything I can do to-

Me: LUNGBARROW! You’re from house Lungbarrow and you had a robot dog called K9 and a granddaughter called Susan who you abandoned with only one shoe, and you’re a Time Lord except you’re not because Chibnall gave you a convoluted backstory. And you’re the Doctor, except you’re not real but right now you are and your new companion who will presumably die in an awful way - sorry for the spoiler Belinda - is here too and I’M ON TV and I have so many questions because I can’t afford the Big Finish audiobooks and I can’t find the novels or comics so I want to know everything.

The Doctor: …Can I sit down? I think I have more questions than you do.

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Me: So you’re from this show called Doctor Who…

The Doctor: Doctor WHAT?

Me: No, please, that’s a very old joke.

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The Doctor: …What do you MEAN I married my daughter?

Me: Well, technically, the daughter of one Doctor married a Doctor who she met in an episode where she was playing the Doctor’s daughter, and then she went on to actually have the Doctor’s daughters. It’s simple really.

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Me (holding up a picture of every single Master incarnation): Tell me the truth, now.

The Doctor: I’m not sure what you…

Me: Don’t fuck with me Doctor, answer the question. Smash. Or. Pass?

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The Doctor: Do you have any advice for me and Belinda on how to defeat Lux?

Me: Well it’s easy enough, he’s clearly a one episode villain and you can already hear the non-diegetic music for some reason which I’m sure will be expanded upon later, so I’d just wait for some inspiring music to play and you should know what to do. If all else fails just do something clever and high-tech, and run around a lot.

Belinda: Will the running help?

Me: You’re new - love you as a companion by the way - but trust me, you’ll learn that the running absolutely helps.

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Me: So like, if I give you my number, could your TARDIS lock onto my coordinates when you’re back in the tv show world and come get me?

The Doctor: I mean, that’s not really my top concern right now because fifteen people have gone missing and countless lives could be in danger-

Me: I know, they always are, but could you come back for me?

The Doctor: You seem nice but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to.

Me: …Alright, I’ll invoke the name. The name that always spurs you on and gets your brain going.

The Doctor: What name?

Me: Doctor, do what you couldn’t do for… Rose Tyler.

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The Doctor: What’s your favourite episode?

Me: You know, I could tell you, but I feel like I’d bring up loads of trauma that you’re still trying to work through because my favourites are the ones where you go through a lot of stuff.

The Doctor: Is there an episode you like where I don’t end up devastated?

Me: A few, but they involve people that you lost in tragic ways and I don’t want to upset you by mentioning any names, like Bill Potts for instance.

Belinda: Okay, just how many girls have died with the Doctor?

Me: A few, but they’re mostly alright, they always cheat eternal death or painful deaths because kids watch Doctor Who too and it would devastate children to see their favourite character be brutally murdered… thinking about it, adults like me don’t take it well either, I’m still upset about Clara Oswald.

The Doctor: So am I.

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Me: Whilst it’s an honour to meet you and I’m so excited to get the chance to chat to you both, out of all of the Doctor Who fandoms - Whovians to be more specific - I don’t think I’m the most deserving person to receive such an amazing visit.

The Doctor: What do you mean?

Me: Look, all I’m saying is that if you somehow end up back in my universe, remember the name Peter Capaldi, pop up in his living room in the TARDIS. I think he’d actually lose his mind, but he probably would be impossible to get out of the TARDIS because he played you once and I think he’s just lying in wait for his chance to get back on set, the man’s watched every single episode and probably knows more about you than you know about yourself.

The Doctor: Should I be scared that he knows so much about me?

Me: Probably, yes.

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Me: There’s one thing I’ve always wondered, Doctor. It’s common knowledge that your nickname was Theta Sigma, but if you don’t mind me asking, and because it literally won’t leave this room to anyone important, what’s your actual birth name?

The Doctor: I’m so glad you asked! Nobody ever really asks for my actual name, of course Doctor is my name now since people have called me that for years, but my parents called me-

*The laws of Doctor Who immediately portal the Doctor and Belinda back to their own universe*

Me: Somehow I knew something like that would happen.

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Hello hello! I have a question for YOU! 💜

In your recent post with your absolutely lovely pics of Gale and Tav kissing in front of Mystra’s statue, you talked briefly about how it’s poetic that Tav’s hand (and then Gale’s) will cover Mystra’s earring.

I…must shamefully admit that I have never even considered that or realized that that was happening in that kiss 😅 I hope that my Galemancer license will not be revoked as a result LOL

Since you were astute enough to notice that detail, what I wanted to ask was: do you think Gale does this gesture purposefully, to reinforce to Tav that they are first in his heart and more important to him than Mystra?

Or do you think he does it unknowingly, which means that Mystra and her earring/symbol is now of so little importance to him that he doesn’t even think about it?

Or perhaps there’s a third option I’m not thinking of?

I’d love to hear your thoughts if you feel up to answering, but no pressure at all! Thank you!

AHHH HELLO, HELLO! 💜💜💜

I am so honoured that you, the well-renowned authority on all things Gale meta and lore, are asking me a question! 😭😱

Your ask made me very giddy and woke me up properly early this morning before work, so thank you! It truly made my morning!

Thank you so much for enjoying my “Tav’s Chosen” picture set and your overall generous and very, very kind words! 💖🫶

✨Your generosity is quite wonderful ✨

Now on to your very intriguing and very wonderful question that I am delighted to answer throughly, you are asking me after all about Gale and Tav, which is my favourite thing to talk about :D

But first of all, I also only actively noticed the (potential) significance of Tav covering Gale’s earring when I posted the photos. No matter how often I have seen this kiss before.

I have been there in the Stormshore Tabernacle three times now and done this kiss… well… more often than three times :D The moment right before the kiss is may or may not my current lockscreen so I’d say nobody’s Galemance license gets revoked today because mine would be taken too (😭). As if our wizard would ever let us go over such a minor thing 💜

Anyhoo, is Gale aware of what he and Tav are doing with the earring?

I don’t think so.

When Tav looks at him like he is a piece of art, when they look at him and everyone else can see how much they love him, when they only wish to show him how loved he is, only want to show him that he is safe with them and that they adore no one else like they adore him – no they aren’t considering the earring, they aren’t considering Mystra when they reach for him, when they want (and will) cradle his face in their hands.

And Gale smiles at them wordlessly, eyes sparkling, full of reverent contentment, expecting their touch.

There are no words needed, everything that Tav wants to tell him rests in the warmth of their hand against his cheek, skin to skin, it is laced in the way their thumb plays with the soft loose hairs just above his beard.

I love you. Just you. I have never loved anyone like I love you. I care for you. I will protect you, come what may. If getting abducted by a dangerous cult and loosing all of my abilities was necessary to have met you, well, then I would do it a thousand times over just for a chance to find you over and over again and to get to love you over and over again. To hold you over and over again. I want to hold you for the rest of my life! I am grateful beyond any words that I have found you. That I get to love you!

And he understands. He hears the unspoken words. They are his just as much.

And Gale pulls Tav’s hand immediately closer to him, wanting them all around him, the warmth of their hand against his cheek, their thumb playing gently with his hair above his beard. Their shared human well, you know what I mean touch. His hand on top of theirs, skin to skin. Warm, alive and real.

Together. Connected. Gentle.

And Mystra doesn’t matter. The earring doesn’t matter. It’s just jewellery – at least for this moment.

For me it is more than them doing it subconsciously. The reassurance that Mystra is his past and Tav is his present and his future lays in the touch of hands itself. It is the connection between two mortals, made from flesh and bone and a beating heart and living soul, who chose each other. Who love each other.

tl;dnr The earring doesn’t matter because Tav and Gale made a decision for each other and are mortal human together!

Dear @dekariosclan I hope you enjoyed my take on your question. And I took the liberty to be a little self-indulgent and included pictures from Tav and Gale that I took recently and may or may not use as a lockscreen, them bathed in gentle sunlight is my favourite thing!

[mythicmanuscripts]

hi!! thank you for all your work, I binge read it all and now I just go back and reread over and over! I know you do GOT too, so just to start off, what about sub!Robb with a betrothed/wife he’s known for a long time? maybe he’s really stressed out after ned leaves to kings landing and he has to take over, and the only emotional release he can find and really trust is letting himself fall into subspace with you?

His mother is preoccupied with Bran after the accident and he has to be strong in front of the rest of Winterfell, but with you he can just let himself float and get all clingy and teary and know you’ll take care of him—

haha I’ll say thank you and stop before I start rambling too much!

This is so good!! I absolutely love Robb (I think this is where my love for Jace comes from actually) so I am very very happy to start off GOT talk with him!! (Sidenote: wanna know the GOT character I love the most? Sansa. I would die for her. She went from my least favourite character to my absolute favourite, 10/10 character development)

My answer isnt too explicit but there's definitely NSFW undertones and implied sexual activity so I'm gonna put it under a cut just to be safe :)) Also, all my GOT content will have the appropriate tags such as 'game of thrones' and 'game of thrones x reader' so if you don't want to see this content then just block one of those tags.

So firstly, I love the idea of being long time friends with Robb and long time betrothed? Kinda simpler to the Jace and Baela relationship with you and Robb being promised to each other a long long time ago. Maybe after you're promised to Robb you choose to stay at Winterfell after that? Or maybe you're supposed to stay for a few weeks and then return home but when it's time to leave you decide to stay.

You and Robb get along incredibly well from the moment you met and you're both so excited to one day be married. Robb definitely constantly calls you his betrothed and will tell off anyone who says anything inappropriate about you or tries to get too close to you because you're his betrothed.

I think maybe what happens is Ned tells you both that you will finally get married when he returns from King's Landing? Of course you're both overjoyed about this. There had definitely been moments where you two came close to doing things you shouldn't before marriage, and to be honest you would have happily not waited until marriage, but Robb is the perfect gentleman and honour is so important to him not only his but yours. He would never ever do anything that would make people question your honour.

However, once Ned leaves and it becomes very clear that he's not going to come back anytime soon and Robb is having to take on the role of the head of Winterfell... then things start to come apart.

You can see how much he's struggling, and of course you'd never turn him away. At first it's just coming to you and asking for advice and venting. You have always been each other's safe space, and since you're supposed to one day be the lady of Winterfell as well as his wife, of course you listen and help him.

Robb starts to lean on you quite a bit, which he appreciates so much and he doesn't know what he'd do without you. In public Robb seems to be very put together and the pressure he's under never shows. But once the doors are closed and it's just the two of you, he allows the facade to fall and lets you see how much he's struggling.

You always listen and help him. You offer advice but you also just offer a safe space, allowing him to rest and relax. You always offer him hugs and distractions and he appreciates you so so much.

Pretty soon a problem comes up. When he's alone with you and all his walls are down, it's very hard for him to hold back? He wants so badly to just dive into your arms and kiss you and be comforted. He knows you're not married yet so he's not supposed to even touch you really, but he can't help it when he's feeling so stressed and so vulnerable and he just needs someone to make him feel good.

It starts off with you letting him hug you a lot more and then it goes into cuddling. Originally Robb feels that even this is too far, but you reassure him because you can see how bad he needs it. You also remind him that you're his future wife. He can't ruin your honour because he's the one you're supposed to keep the honour in tact for.

Pretty soon you've got a routine. He comes to you and the two of you cuddle together and you listen to him vent. Then you'll either offer him advice or just distract him? He's honestly like a cat, practically purring as you rub his back and play with his hair.

I think this is where he starts to drop into subspace? At first he's not quite sure what's going on, all he knows is that suddenly he feels like he's not close enough to you and he's getting all weepy and desperate and he has no idea why. You notice his distress of course, and you try to help him as best you can but it's very clear he's wanting to be closer, wanting more.

You'd grant him that if you thought he actually wanted it but it was pretty clear that he wasnt in the right headspace. So instead you just hold him extra tight until he calms down enough to fall asleep. The next time you're alone with him you have a conversation about it.

He tells you he's not sure what happened. But most importantly, he assures you that while he was at first scared, you calmed him down perfectly and after that he slept better than he had in weeks.

So you allow more and more of it, both because he needs it and because honestly you love being able to see him like that and you feel so privileged to look after him.

He starts to kneel for you after that and he loves it so so much. The first sexual thing that comes from it is just him eating you out? He won't allow you to return to favour, but he absolutely loves being able to do it to you.

Needless to say, the marriage date ends up being brought forward.

[boom-boom-back]

Helloooo! For your hunters game: to begin and artsy birb! 🫶

Hiii!! Thank you for the ask! I’ll try to keep my answers as detailed as possible for every ask, because I like to deep dive lol

(By the way, I am demisexual, and that does affect my ranking a lot, you’ll see why lol. Also please do not hate on my ranking in the comments, this is just my personal opinion.)

Question list

To Begin: Share your personal LI ranking

1. Zayne! He was the first LI that caught my eye and I tend to be very loyal to my favourites lol. I just overall enjoy the whole ‘gentle love’ aspect about him, and I don’t think he gets enough credit for the effort he puts in to keeping us safe and happy. His dominant side is also very attractive to me, and I adore the way he treats us. Overall just love him so so much, so he’s first on my list!

2. Sylus! This is actually a very recent development as I usually take a looonggg time to adjust to new LI’s, so I only really started liking him about two months ago after I got his Magnum Opus card and thought it was really cute how soft he was😭 (I held a Veryyy long grudge cause of how mean he was at the start). I just generally relate to him a lot, although not as much as Zayne, so he’s second on my list!

3. Rafayel! Honestly, what’s not to love about this diva? I adore his sassiness and the dramatic flair he adds to little situations just to get the MCs attention, it’s just really funny, and I think we’d get along irl in the ‘friendly bullying’ aspect. He’s so charming and Tsundere-like, but his serious side is very attractive as well. I also resonate (haha, get it??) a lot with his backstory, and always get a little sad whenever he references his past with the MC. I’m just not a very big fan of the way he seems to blame us for not remembering, and i get a little pissy sometimes. So he’s third on my list!

4. Xavier! I know some of you might get mad at me for putting him so low, but it’s most likely just that I don’t have many cards of him, and he hasn’t been shown much in the main storyline. Based on what I do know about him though, and the moments we’ve had with him, he’s very sweet and the fact that he sleeps all the time is very relatable to me😭 (although the reason makes me wanna cry). I absolutely adore how soft he is, and I understand the MCs that favour him. His dominant side was very unexpected to me (as it was for many others), but it is very interesting and I severely enjoy the cards that show that side of him, so he’s fourth on my list!

5. Caleb! I know, I know! Caleb is very well loved in the fandom, and I understand why! But he is a very new LI (at least to me), and it’s just a little off putting as I’m still getting over the brotherly relationship I assumed we had when we first were introduced to him. I’m not quite into the whole pseudo-incest trope, and I do not really enjoy the controlling relationship between himself and the MC. Based off of the clips I have seen of him, as I haven’t gotten into the few cards I have of him yet, he is very bright, caring and funny, but he does still feel very ‘big brother-y’ to me. So he is fifth on my list!

Next!

Artsy birb: share some of your favourite love and deepspace fan content

Okay so right off the bat, LaDS skits. We all know and love them, right? My FAVOURITEEE LaDS creator of all time: Caito! Otherwise known as @caitlinhollylyon on TikTok! She doesn’t exclusively do Love and Deepspace stuff, but whenever she does, it’s so fucking funny seeing her interpretations of them, especially her videos about them interacting with each other😭

Also another honourable mention: angry nerd! Otherwise known as @sylusbitch on TikTok! She is also sooo funny and I love her so much! She never fails to make me giggle when I see her on my FYP. She is also on tumblr by the same user!

Also I cannot leave out the amazing artists and Writers of the LaDs fandom, and there are a few tumblr and Twitter (X) artists I must mention:

@akiisks for their incredible art style and silly (+suggestive) artworks!🫶🫶

@veebeeboo109 For her Poly!Lads illustrations + writings! (We don’t get enough of that💔💔)

@dissociativewriter (you thought I wouldn’t mention you too?) Who actually wrote this ask, so you can go check them out! I absolutely adore your works! Very much a fan of their Unnatural Affinity fanfiction too! Can’t wait for Chapter 6😘

@cinnamorollcrybaby For her LaDS writings! Love love love her Why Choose? Lads Smau series, it’s hilarious and fuels my delusions amazingly well as a Poly!Lads Fan! She also does works for other fandoms like JJK especially, so you can go check her out even if you’re not a fan of LaDS or a Multi-Fandom girl like me!

And that’s all!

Feel free to recommend other Artists in the comments as well, and thank you again for this Ask @dissociativewriter!! 🩷 you little bombs!

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Alright since u said i can bother you!

I always wonder what my fave fic writers "real" jobs are. What field do you work in??

Omg HELLO! [glomp]

I absolutely love being bothered. Thank you for bothering me. 💖 Being bothered makes my day 😁 And I am so honoured to be one of your fave fic writers because I still remember and appreciate your very entertaining reading journey through every single chapter of SSS! 🥰

I am ready to answer your question. I think it would come to no-one's suprise that I am actually a psychologist in real life😅 (Though I am obligated to say that I am not-yet-fully qualified.)

I can't be more specific than that unfortunately since where I live the exact field I work in is pretty small, but I feel it is my life's calling and my soul's purpose. My favourite part is getting to work with patients and seeing the positive change people can make in their own lives.

I think this is why I am so determined to show recovery journeys in my stories. I want to show people getting through conflicts, facing the hardest trials and being able to come out the other side of it, because I see it in the people I support and I find their resilience and strength so inspiring. I feel so lucky and honoured that they would share their journey with me, and I want to impart that humanity and strength into the characters I write. I want the readers to feel it, too.

It's also not a suprise that I enjoy Spy x Family so much, given how so much of Endo's writing is so psychologically-informed. I find it endlessly fascinating, and it's amazing to see psychology being represented in such a popular piece of media, and to such a seamless degree!

I could talk about this for ever, honestly 😭 But otherwise I will write a whole essay haha

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

Hi! Happy Sunday! ❤️

A 911 Question and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. I caught up with that Buck scene "I don't have to sleep with everyone...". Do you think Tommy saying "now that the competition is away...." was a bit....how shall I put it....PLOT? I mean, yes, on the show everyone seems to be convinced that Buck is in love with Eddie and probably so is Tommy. But when Tommy broke up with Buck, he did it because he was evolved...or at least that is the impression I got- he could see himself falling for Buck, he knew Buck was just discovering his sexuality which might make him want to experiment with others, his bromance with Eddie was always there (although Buck made it very clear he was chasing Tommy and not Eddie)...he just didn't want to be in this messy situationship....very evolved. And so it was more than just Eddie. So, Tommy saying yeah I am willing to give it a shot again since the competition is away 'cheapens it" a bit...or so I thought watching the scene .. though he did end that conversation gracefully. I was wondering what your thoughts are on this because you know I support the other team 😂 so I may not be seeing it right.

Ah but did you watch the scene where Buck is ranting at Maddie that he's not in love with his straight best friend?

I know your team (lol it's like the football here) thinks he's in denial... but sometimes things just are as simple as believing what the character is saying.

(finding the right gif took EFFORT ok - the tumblr gif search sucks. please appreciate my hard work)

ANYWAYS

I don't think Tommy believes Buck is in love with Eddie. And he didn't break up with Buck because he didn't want to be involved in his friendship with Eddie. Tommy is an insecure mess of a man very good at pretending he's a cool guy without a care in the world. He broke up with Buck because in his mind, he was never going to be good enough to keep Buck happy and sooner or later he'd find someone else and dump Tommy for this other person. And he was already absolutely smitten (these idiots are in love your honour) and thought it would hurt less if he walked away now instead of waiting for Buck to realise he's not as cool as he wants people to think he is.

The competition thing was a dumb joke that he hides behind A LOT. I saw someone explain it better than I can but I can't find the post anymore... But basically he doesn't think Eddie is gay and Buck is in love with him, but he knows from experience that sometimes people don't realise they're Not Straight until later in life. He didn't come out until he was in his 30s and the same goes for Buck. So he's not necessarily scared of Eddie being gay, but more of the possibility he could be. And that plays into his self worth and abandonment issues - which make him run.

And Buck has foot in mouth syndrome where he tries to say something and it comes out all wrong and hurts the person he's talking to.

I think he wanted to say he knows what and who he wants (Tommy, not Eddie) and can decide for himself who he wants to sleep with (Tommy, not Eddie) but instead he made Tommy think he was just a nice fuck and he doesn't have feelings for him.

These idiots are very much in love and they're actually on the same page, but one bolts at the first sign of someone breaking down his walls and the other is so used to being left that he keeps letting him run away. Someone should lock them in a room where they can't get out until they actually TALK to each other.

But hopefully with a nice Near Death Experience in ep 14/15 they will finally sort their shit out.

[the-fiction-witch]

Lysene Princess

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Alena(Lysene Princess) Rating - 17 Word Count - 1088

Illyrio Mopatis, the shrewd and wealthy merchant from Pentos, had extended his hospitality to the last surviving members of the House Targaryen, Viserys and his younger sister Daenerys. After years of wandering and hiding, he finally offered them a safe haven, an opulent mansion adorned with silks and perfumes, where they could live without the constant fear of being hunted. However, such generosity was not without its strings attached.

For Illyrio’s kindness came with a heavy price Dany, was to be wed to Khal Drogo, a powerful and feared Dothraki horse lord. He commanded a vast and formidable horde, and by marrying him, Viserys would have an army of Dothraki at his command.

Meanwhile, Viserys, was to wed a princess from Lys, a wealthy and influential region known for its formidable ships and skilled sailors. This alliance was crucial for securing the funds and vessels required to traverse the treacherous waters of the Narrow Sea, paving the way for their eventual return to Westeros and the reclamation of their ancestral throne.

Illyrio had come to Viserys room and smiled widely, "If I may say, you look like a true Targaryen king." Illyrio complimented,

Viserys had been staring into the mirror admiring himself in his new red and black attire, turning and spinning to get a look at himself, “well I must say I do, I look every bit a king.” he said, straightening out his coat.

"Only missing a crown, your grace. Which I am sure we will collect in due time"

Viserys chuckled, Uindeed we will, my friend. the whole world will be in my palm, I'm sure of it.” Viserys and Illyrio finished up and began to make their way to the garden, “This princess I'm to marry, who is she?” Viserys inquired as they walked.

"The princess Alena, daughter of the richest prince in Lys." Illyrio answered,

“Rich is good, how many ships does her father have?” he inquired, curious about the wealth of this princess in question.

"Four hundred." Illyrio nodded, "mostly used to trade, and rentals to other captains."

“that many ships would be more than enough for my army,” he said, a smirk growing on his lips. “and his loyalty to my cause?”

"He had always supported the Targaryen rule, your grace. And I am sure he is thrilled and honoured to know his daughter will give you your heirs."

“I will sire many heirs,” he said with a smirk, “but how beautiful is this princess I'm to wed?”

"Tales of her beauty are told across Essos. A man once climbed the walls of their palace and crawled through a mossy fish pound for a mere look upon her." Illyrio explained, "But why should I tell you? When you may have the delight yourself." Illyrio chuckled as he stopped in the gardens, his hand guiding down a path.

Viserys eyes found the canopied gazebo at the end of the path where the princess was waiting. He nodded and began to make his way down the path the sounds of the water and breeze through the pants grew louder before he stopped at the tented doorway, and stepped inside the gazebo, looking around it before his eyes fell on the princess. he couldn’t help but look at her from head to toe, his jaw nearly dropped, the princess was absolutely beautiful.

The princess reclined elegantly on one of the plush velvet seats, her delicate hands resting lightly on the back edge, while her legs were stretched out gracefully across the soft upholstery. She was barefoot, the smoothness of her Y/S/C skin contrasting beautifully with the rich fabric beneath her. Her hair, a stunning shade of Y/H, cascaded down her shoulders, catching the light and glimmering as if woven with threads of silver.

Her striking eyes, a vivid shade of valyrian purple, shone with an enchanting allure. Adorning her neck, wrists, and ears was a collection of exquisite jewellery crafted from silver, each piece accentuated with brilliant diamonds that sparkled like stars against her complexion.

The thin, flowing gown she wore was a deep shade of purple, its fabric clinging softly to her upper body while daringly revealing her form. The dress featured two high slits that elegantly rose up to her hips, allowing for a graceful display of her legs.

Viserys did his best to keep a straight face, but the princess’s beauty made it difficult. he wanted to stare at her for a good while, to admire how truly beautiful she was. but he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. the princess was practically naked, the dress she wore left nothing to the imagination, and Viserys loved it already.

“Pardon me, princess, but you are absolutely stunning,” he said, “your beauty is unparalleled.”

She brought a hand to her lips and giggled

“if it is not too bold of me to say so,” he said, approaching the princess, “I don’t think I have ever laid eyes on a more beautiful woman.”

She smiled and slid from her seat, standing before him. Her hips cocked to one side. And hands at her bare stomach. "My dragon Prince." She bowed

“Princess,” he said, reaching out to take her hand, bringing her fingers up to his lips to place a kiss upon them. “please, you needn’t bow to me.” he let his eyes roam her body, from her smooth legs to soft stomach, and finally to the cleavage of her breasts, which the cleavage of her dress so perfectly accentuated. if he had more time to admire her body, he definitely would have. she was so beautiful that it left him speechless. this would be the woman he would marry, the woman who would bear his children. he could get used to this. his other hand found her hip involuntarily subconsciously desperate to pull her closer,

“I find myself speechless at your beauty, princess,” he murmured, his hand beginning to run down her hip and smooth leg. his eyes never leaving her flawless figure.

she giggled once more. "Dragon has spark." She smiled snapping her teeth at his nose. Her voice had a strong Lys accent and she was slow when speaking in common given it wasn’t her mother tongue.

Viserys chuckled at her attempt, finding it quite endearing. “careful, princess,” he said, taking her other hip in his hand as well, holding her firmly as he took a single step closer to her. Their bodies almost touching now “You know how dangerous we dragons are.”

She giggled, "Dragon likes me?"

“Dragon adores you, princess,” he said, bringing a hand up to softly caress her cheek. “and I'm tempted to devour you right here, right now.”

[beifong-brainrot]

here to be somebody agreeing with you in your inbox — the double standard of peoples’ reactions to lin’s breakup violence vs korra’s breakup violence drives me UP A WALL

when korra breaks up with mako because she feels betrayed by him (which she was) she kicks his desk over and storms out. is this an appropriate way to express her frustration? not particularly, but she didn’t cause any damage that couldn’t be fixed

and people HATE this scene. it’s often used to characterize korra as being an angry, hot-headed, over reactive, VIOLENT person. i almost never see anyone defending korra’s actions here, despite the relatively low damage and effects

meanwhile, lin openly admits to and JOKES about destroying an entire island over a breakup… and people cheer. people love her for it. “yeah lin, stick it to the man!!” she’s seen as cool and badass for this reaction. the reaction of damaging a populated island containing multitudes of historic artifacts because… her boyfriend broke up with her

not saying she shouldn’t have been hurt, upset, angry, etc. i would too! but why is lin praised for this far more damaging action while korra is railed against for hers?

(you probably know the answer but still. it’s incredibly frustrating to see)

Thank you hun, lol. I am so very interested in Linzin, bcs I think they were both bad for each other, and I personallt interpret them as having been pretty toxic pre breakup, on both sides.

The scene where Korra kicks Mako's desk always made me uncomfortable for obvious reasons, but we need to remember it wasn't just over a breakup. Mako had ruined Korra's attempt to help her nation which is being occupied. (To me that's the worst thing Mako had done, even if it is very understandable bhy he did it. cheating be damned.)

Lin physically and systemically attacked Tenzin and Pema over him breaking up with her and going out with a different woman. And I absolutely understand why this would be upsetting and why she would be furious. But I find it hard to sumpathise with someone who tried to throw an innocent woman in jail over a man yk? And the potential attack on Air Temple Island, with ppl joking about its severity as if it is a badge of honour for Lin and not a very questionable act done by a woman who clearly needs therapy. And hell, she's apparently proud of it too so good for her ig.

Tbh there's just a very interesting double ztandard between Lin and the other women she is pitted against/set beside. Maybe it's bcs she's a cop or maybe bcs she's more "american" than Korra, Su and Pema... idk.

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Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 26/45 Word count: 4989 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Chapter 24. Her Driver, His Boss

“Het is regenachtig, koud en wat ben ik toch trots op jullie dat jullie het zo uithouden in de stromende regen, dames, heren, jongens en meisjes. Maar het is eindelijk tijd om een praatje te maken met Max zijn teambaas Christian. Matilde, de teambaas van Ferrari, is er ook bij! Zoals vele van jullie weten heeft Matilde ook voor Red Bull gewerkt en is zij mede verantwoordelijk voor Max zijn eerste wereldtitel. Hebben we toch nog een oranje interview. Mag ik een ontzettend warm applaus voor Christian Horner en Matilde Jørgensen!” the interviewer announced. (TRANSLATION: It's rainy, cold and I'm so proud of you being here in the pouring rain. But it's finally time to have a chat with Max's team boss Christian. Matilde, Ferrari's team boss, is also here! As many know, Matilde also worked for Red Bull and is partly responsible for Max's first world title. We still have some kind of an orange interview. May I give a very warm round of applause to Christian Horner and Matilde Jørgensen!)

Cheers filled the Dutch race track and two people entered the arena stage and they looked around; they were both standing under umbrellas. Christian waved around and Matilde could only look her eyes out.

"Welcome, both of you," the man said. "Thank you for joining us."

"Absolutely, always," Christian replied and gave the man a nod.

Matilde smiled. "Thank you for having us," she responded.

"It is an honour to have you here. What do you think of the Dutch Grand Prix so far?"

"The atmosphere is incredible. I mean, look around: a sea of orange. The Dutch fans are so passionate and it's so fantastic to see them supporting Formula 1, and their favourite driver: Max. There's just so much enthusiasm even in the rain," Christian answered the question. 

The fans cheered once again. The rain didn't bother them, they weren't made of sugar. 

Matilde couldn't stop smiling, it was so beautiful to see the love of these people. She saw it at Spielberg en Spa already, but this was the next level. "It is just amazing to be here, I can't say anything else," she shared her thoughts. "I've never seen this kind of energy before, wow."

"But you have been at Zandvoort before, right?" Christian then asked.

She nodded. "Yes, in 2021, when there were still COVID regulations. I've seen a part of it, but not like this."

The interviewer laughed. "And how is it for the team to be here? Do you feel the extra pressure to perform?" He looked at Christian.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the extra pressure, but it's good to feel the extra pressure, it gives us energy to get out the most of this weekend," Christian said. "We're aiming for the top spot. Max is on home turf, and being able to be here at a historical track is just phenomenal."

The fans were cheering once again.

"Matilde, how are you doing? You missed three races due to a medical situation. How does it feel to be back?"

Slowly, it stopped raining. Matilde closed the umbrella and nodded at the question. She knew it was a routine questionnaire, since everyone was here for Christian and Max. "I'm fine, thanks," she replied and smiled gratefully. "I had my appendix removed during Silverstone and I am fully recovered. It was hard to watch the races from home, so I'm glad to be back - even though I was at Spa to watch the race. I can't wait for what the second half of the season can bring us." She looked around. 

"And how does it feel to compete against your old team? You've switched from Red Bull to Ferrari between seasons, Zandvoort is one of the home races of Red Bull, Max and Charles are fighting for the top spot. Is this race different for you than others?"

Matilde loved how much this man was framing her into the Dutch side. The Dutch would do this so often and easily. Everything that they would do to get a quote about Max. "I will give them Zandvoort, I will get Monza," she joked and looked at Christian. They were both laughing. "Perhaps. Maybe. We will see how it goes. But, err, it's incredible to see Max and Charles, and Carlos, fight. In the beginning, it was weird to be on Ferrari's side after being at Red Bull's side for a few years, but it's a pleasure to work for Ferrari, to work with brilliant people and get the most out of it. It's a privilege and I hope we have more fights in the future."

The interview continued. Matilde and Christian enjoyed the atmosphere, also because they could joke around for a bit. Luckily, the Dutch fans understood the vibes and went along with them.

When the interview came to an end, Matilde and Christian thanked the interviewer and the crowd. The crowd returned some cheers to them, and the pulsating beat of the music from the boxes filled the air again. Matilde and Christian were still standing on the side of the stage, still talking to the interviewer for a moment. Well, Christian did and Matilde was waiting. Some fans could still see them.

A massive smile appeared on Matilde's face. "Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen," she sang along, when the song boomed from the boxes. "Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen. Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen. Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen. Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen." She listened to the song carefully. "Let's take it to the max, put your hands up, hands up." Her eyes met Christian's, who almost gave her a side eye. Only for that look, she raised her hands up in the air. "Let's go, let's go." When the beat dropped, Matilde jumped and moved along with the rhythm. It was a spontaneous moment filled with joy, carefree expression of excitement and the passion that racing and the incredible Dutch fans had stirred within her.

Everyone witnessed the unexpected spectacle of the Ferrari team principal dancing with enthusiasm to a song of her rival. The crowd cheered and laughed, but still sang along with the song.

Christian couldn't contain his laughter at the sight. It looked like Matilde had the time of her life. He clapped and then jumped along with Matilde for a second. It was a break from the competition, and Christian appreciated the spirited energy Matilde brought to the scene.

* * *

Max Verstappen private: Are you almost there yet?

Matilde privé: Almost! Just getting out of the metro

When she heard the announcer say they've arrived at 'De Pijp' she stood up and waited for the metro to stop. Along with some F1 fans, who just came back from Zandvoort, she stepped out of the metro and took the escalator upstairs. She checked out with her debit card and walked out of the metro station. Luckily for Matilde, the fans didn't seem to recognize her. While walking towards the bar where she was supposed to meet with Max, she looked around and took in the typical architecture of Amsterdam.

After a short walk, she saw the bar and made her way to the entrance. A man stood next to the door and he eyed her up and down. A slightly uncomfortable feeling washed over her and she tried to shake off the feeling. He had a drink in his hand and a cigarette in his other hand.

"Matilde?" he said.

"Yes?" she answered, slightly unsure. She didn't know how to respond correctly.

"Great, come on in," he told her and he laughed. "I just had to make sure that you aren't a fan."

Matilde smiled as well. This man was probably a bouncer that Max had hired to ensure no fans would disturb his night out after the race. She opened the door and stepped into a hallway and after opening the next door, she was welcomed with the music and the chatter from the people inside. Before she had the time to properly look around, a piercing scream filled her ears.

"MATILDE!"

Many people looked at the entrance, to see Matilde looking like she wished the ground would swallow her up. Charles was one of those people who looked at her, the shout by Max' engineer GP pulled him out of his conversation with Pierre Gasly. He recognised his team principal and turned his head back to Pierre to finish his sentence. However, the image of Matilde in a dress, made him forget all the words and he had to look back at her.

There she stood, smiling widely and pointing at GP. She rolled her eyes, took off her blazer and made her way to him. Charles' eyes kept following her. This was the first time he saw her in a dress. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. The light green colour fitted her skin tone and her light coloured hair - which was now in a loose braid which resulted in an exposed neck. She had never looked like this before.

Pierre looked besides Charles and followed his eye sight to see who took Charles' attention. A smirk grew on Pierre's lips when he saw her. He looked back at Charles; a soft look glazed in his eyes. "Hello," Pierre said and punched Charles' shoulder.

"What the fuck," Charles mumbled and he glanced at Pierre.

"Are you going to finish your story or what?" Pierre grinned.

Charles rolled his eyes and punched Pierre back, he tried to remember the conversation they just had, so that he could continue the conversation.

On the other side of the room, Matilde had finally found Max and they were having a gin and tonic together. The whole place was crowded with drivers, colleagues and other people who were important to Max. Matilde had to raise her voice at Max to make herself heard.

"Where did you find all these people?" Matilde asked with a smile on her face.

"Oh, most of them are paid actors," Max casually said and he took a sip of his cocktail.

Matilde shook her head. "Who is the most expansive?"

"You."

"When can I expect the payment?"

"You receive my love; that's enough," he replied. He wrapped his arm around Matilde's neck, bringing her closer to him, and kissed her cheek.

A laugh rolled over her lips and right at that moment, a photo was made of them. Gemma stepped towards the two friends and showed the picture on her phone.

"This is so cute!" Matilde yelled enthusiastically and looked at Max.

The corners of Max' mouth were about to curl up, but he straightened his face on purpose. "I've seen cuter photos of us before," he said and walked away, welcoming the next guest. While he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and smirked at Matilde and Gemma.

Gemma's jaw dropped and looked in disbelief at Matilde.

Matilde squeezed her eyebrows together and looked at Gemma while bursting into laughter. "What a fucking dickhead," she laughed.

"I..." Gemma looked perplexed. Matilde figured out that Gemma already had a few drinks in. "A huge dickhead, jeez man." She put her phone away and hugged Matilde tightly. "Where is your juichcape?"

"My what?"

"Juichcape? That orange cape with a lion on it? That thing you wore today before the race?"

"Ooo, yeah, Ferrari took it from me, party poopers," Matilde playfully smiled.

Gemma frowned. "That is ridiculous. I hope you will get it back and wear it at Monza."

A laugh rolled over Matilde's lips. "We will see."

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere in the bar grew livelier with each passing moment. Matilde found herself caught up in the whirlwind of conversations, laughter and the occasional clinking of glasses. At the beginning, she stayed with the same group; GP, Gemma and Max, who had a pitstop at the group every now and then. Later on, she bumped into familiar faces from the grid, moved through the crowd, exchanged greetings and engaged in light-hearted conversations. For a moment, she had forgotten that she was a team principal; she was just Matilde.

Matilde walked past the bar and kitchen to the toilets. There was peace - as far as possible. The banter was in the distance. Matilde washed her hands and looked in the mirror, the baby hairs around her skin started the curl up, to her annoyance. A sigh left her mouth and she tried to smoothen the hairs, but she realised it wouldn't do anything to her hair since water would only make it worse and without any product it wouldn't do anything. But whatever, she thought, she didn't have to look at it.

Her eyes shot up in the mirror when someone walked behind her. "Oh, hey," she smiled and turned around.

Charles stopped walking and looked over his shoulder. "Hey," he smiled.

"I didn't know you were here," she mentioned.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Small bar, but so many people."

Matilde chuckled and agreed with him. Charles stepped into the men's bathroom. Matilde turned back to the mirror and took a deep breath: 'I didn't know you were here', an enthusiastic move. Disappointedly, she put on some tinted lip balm and was about to go back when Charles stepped out of the bathroom.

"Max surely knows how to throw a party," Charles said and washed his hands. "Is it a party?" He looked at Matilde.

"It's a party, but I get what you mean," she replied. When someone said a party, she would think of a birthday party, but this was a casual party in a local, modern, typical bar in Amsterdam. "I like this bar, it's so typical Amsterdam." They weren't in an old brown bar, but more the modern version of it. If she remembered it correctly, it used to be a brewery.

He nodded and dried his hands. "It is surely different from Monaco," he agreed. "How do they do it in Denmark?"

"Monaco is fancy, huh?" A playful smile played on her lips. Charles rolled his eyes. "Copenhagen has the same vibes, but I like it more there." They walked back to the bar. "Have you ever been to Denmark?"

They were welcomed by a lot of noise again; people who were talking, laughing and some music.

"Do you have something to drink?" Charles asked, almost raising his voice. He didn't wait for an answer. "What do you want?"

Matilde read the menu above the bar. "I will take a Radler." Charles nodded and went to the bar to order a Radler for Matilde and a glass of white wine for himself. "Thanks," she smiled when Charles handed her the beer with lemonade. They moved through the people towards the back of the space.

"Sante," Charles said.

"Skål," Matilde said and clinked her glass against his.

He took a sip. "But I have never been to Denmark. I've been to Finland, though."

A chuckle left her mouth. "Yeah, but that's not Denmark. It's far from Denmark." She took another sip from her beer. "I've never been to Monaco, but I've been to France," she cheekily said and winked.

"But you have bee- oh, come on, Matilde. Don't be ridiculous."

"Don't call out the wrong counties."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared jokes and teasing. Even though they shared their love for racing, they didn't talk about it. They were interested in each other. Being in an unfamiliar, non motorsport area - besides being surrounded by people of the motorsport, gave them the shot to get to know each other on a different level. Unnoticeably, Charles stepped closer to Matilde to hear her more properly. The music became louder, which caused everyone to raise their voice to make themselves understandable. Matilde leaned in to him when she shared her words and to listen to her words. Her arm touched his arm and he sometimes felt an electric shock through their arms. Matilde looked down when she felt her cheeks heating up, because she realised what was happening. She bit her lip and placed a lost piece of hair behind her ear.

"Hello."

Matilde looked up and Kevin was standing in front of her and Charles. The shy look on her face changed to a confused, but surprised look. "Hej."

"I'm gonna steal her from you," Kevin informed Charles while smiling. His eyes shot from Charles to Matilde, who couldn't hide her blushes, Matilde followed Kevin to the bar, where they both ordered sparkling water. "How much did you drink?"

Matilde squinted her eyes and leaned against the bar. "Gin & Tonic and a Radler beer. Why? You? How did you even get here? Since when are you friends with Max?"

"Only a beer," he replied. "And Max invited Nico and Nico took me with him. Anyway, you're going to Denmark next week, right?"

"You know, Kevin, your conversation skills turned into detective skills," she mentioned. A smile curved on her lips. "But yes, after Monza."

"Do you have a free evering that week?" Before he let her say anything, he accepted her feedback by turning his question into a conversation. "Because next month is my birthday and you are busy so I was thinking of going out for dinner with Louise, Lars, Lene and you to celebrate it ahead."

"Yes, that sounds amazing," she said. "Of course, I will be there."

A happy smile came on Kevin's face. "For how long will you be home?"

"The entire week, I'm working from home," she shared. "I have a few meetings in Copenhagen, management wise, and I will give the students of Lars a masterclass about PR."

He nodded impressed. "Ready to leave it all behind for a week?"

"No, but if they fuck it up, they fuck it up," she shrugged. They both laughed. "I'm still working from home, though."

As Matilde and Kevin continued their conversation at the bar, Charles watched them from a distance, a twinge of jealousy tugging at his heart. He knew Kevin had a wife and children, and he knew that he was just friends with Matilde and that she knew his wife as well. But he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the interruption, wishing he could have more time alone with Matilde. Despite his initial jealousy, Charles felt happy for Matilde that she had a good friendship with Kevin. It was always a nice feeling to have someone in the same world that came from the same country. He had always been on her side.

At some point, a Dutch song blasted through the speakers, a song everybody knew: Europapa by Joost Klein. They all shouted some familiar words and when the part came on to hak, some made an attempt on hakken, but there were a few who could pull it off. Matilde was familiar with the scene, a cousin of hers was obsessed with hakken. She pulled off an attempt, and it looked like it. But at least they all had fun. It was like they ended up at a party with songs everybody could easily shout along.

The night was nearing, and many people decided to leave and the bar was about to close in twenty minutes. Just like Matilde and Charles, who happened to stay in the same hotel, so they decided to leave together - well, Charles insisted on leaving together since he didn't feel comfortable with Matilde walking back to the hotel on her own.

Matilde grabbed her blazer from the rack and was about to put it on, but a familiar tune entered her ear. She looked into the crowd, finding Gemma. Gemma looked up from her phone, looking for Matilde. A smile grew on Matilde's face and she looked at Charles, who raised his eyebrows by her glance. "Hold on," she said to Charles and pushed her blazer and purse into his hands. She made her way back into the crowd.

"I am unwritten. Can't read my mind," Gemma sang dramatically, singing along with Natasha Bedingfield's 90s hitsong Unwritten.

A laugh left Matilde's mouth. "I'm undefined. I'm just beginning. The pen's in my hand. Ending unplanned," she sang along.

Gemma's eyes lit up as Matilde joined the duet. The surrounding crowd turned to watch as the two friends lost themselves in the moment, their laughter filling the air as they sang. As they reached the chorus, Gemma threw her arm around Matilde's shoulder and they began to jump.

"Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in. No one else, no one else. Can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life. with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten."

For a brief moment, everything else faded away as they revelled in the simple pleasure of music and friendship. It was a happy moment for them, but it even made the others in the bar happy. The two women were enjoying life and the moment. And as the song came to an end, they hugged tightly, their smiles reflecting the pure happiness.

On the side, close to the exit, Charles was watching the two women. He adored Matilde's spontaneity and her happiness. With a smile on his face, he leant against a table and waited for her. During the song, his eyes scanned the people around them; Max was grinning and silently singing along, Kevin was sitting at the bar and was also singing along and many more people enjoyed the song. It was just a happy moment.

With a big smile on her face, Matilde walked back to Charles. "Sorry, I just needed to do that with Gemma," she said.

Charles held the blazer behind Matilde so he could help her with putting the blazer on. "No worries, enjoy the moment."

"Happiest three minutes of the night," she breathed.

They made eye contact with Max and he waved at them. Matilde waved at Kevin as well. Before the song came on, they said goodbye to everyone, so their wave was just a final goodbye for now. They stepped outside, facing the chill but stuffy weather. Charles put his hands in his pockets and got surprised when Matilde hooked her arm in his.

"I wish I had a bike right now," Matilde mentioned when she was looking at one of the twenty bikes in the street. "My feet are killing me."

He looked down at her feet; she was wearing heels, low heels. They looked comfortable to him. "I can book an Uber," he offered.

"Meh, that's not necessary," she replied. "As long as we will not get recognised, we can just walk." She looked around. "It's funny how some countries are bicycle counties and others are not."

"It's so weird to look around and see at least one bike here."

"I believe there are more bikes in The Netherlands than people."

Charles smirked, the random facts Matilde shared was precious. "How is that even possible?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "So... Are there more wheels or doors?"

He let go of her because there was an obstacle on the pavement. However, he hooked his fingers into hers and walked in front of her. "When seeing all these bikes... Wheels. What do you think?"

"Definitely wheels," she answered. "I don't know why, but wheels." When they could walk next to each other, Charles made sure Matilde was walking on the inside of him. Neither one of them let go of the other's hand. "Did you enjoy this evening?"

He nodded. "I did. You?"

"Good. And I did too. I enjoyed how casual it was, no fancy dancy talk, just casual talk," she replied.

"But Max and gin & tonics..."

Matilde stopped walking and did the move: Max was holding his hands in the air and his index fingers were pointed to the top, and then he would move them up and down. Charles did the same and they both started to laugh. "Such a dad move," she laughed.

Charles clapped his hands and couldn't stop laughing at the impression. "That is a classic Max move," he laughed.

"It's just sweet," she commented and smiled. However, it quickly faded away when she felt the irritated sensation around her feet. Those sandal heels looked cute, it was simple, elegant, chic, but a feet killer. They were mid heeled, not even that high, but that didn't matter. "You know what," she said and looked at Charles.

"Hmm, what?" Charles said, waiting for a serious answer since she had a stern look on her face.

"I am gonna take off these heels because I can't do this anymore," she revealed and grabbed Charles' arm for support. She took off her heels.

"Matilde, stop," he advised her sternly. "Don't do that."

"What? It's so fucking painful."

"Don't go barefoot, that's fucking disgusting."

"I would rather have dirty feet than painful feet."

"What about glass? Or... cigarettes. They will end up in your feet and then I have to bring you to the hospital for a treatment," he told her and raised his eyebrows.

Matilde thought about it and nodded. "Uh, no. That will not happen," she convincingly smiled and stepped away from him, resuming her way to the hotel.

"Matilde," Charles warned her and wrapped his hand around her wrist. He pulled her back to him. He would not let her stubbornness get the best of her.

"Charles," Matilde copied his tone and stood in front of him, she was not amused.

Matilde's lips were set in a stubborn line while Charles wore a disapproving expression.

"You don't know what could be on the ground," he said, his grip on her wrist firm but gentle. "Let me call an Uber."

"The hotel is literally there," she replied and pointed at a building a kilometre away. She knew he was right, but calling an Uber for a short ride was not necessary. And many people lived barefoot. So what could happen to her? "I'll be careful."

Charles studied her for a moment, his gaze softening when he recognised the stubborn streak in her eyes. He knew he couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to, but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable either.

Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, each refusing to back down. They just stood there, somewhere in Amsterdam, grumbling about heels and the pavement. They were centimetres apart from each other. Charles felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him, the feeling became stronger after the incident in Silverstone. Matilde's gaze softened as she scanned his face, she could see the concern etched in his features, the worry lines that creased his forehead and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in her chest.

Charles closed the remaining distance between them, his hand reaching up to her cheekbone. He stroked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at her lips briefly. When he looked back into her eyes, he saw a sparkle. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a sweet kiss.

Time stood still as they savoured the sweetness of the moment. Matilde's heart fluttered in her chest as she melted into his touch, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her hands tenderly touched his chest. The kiss was soft, yet filled with desire, longing and a sense of belonging.

When they pulled away, Matilde leaned her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the night air. Her heart was racing. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, sending more shivers down her spine.

"Let me take you to the hotel," Charles whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "I don't want you to get hurt."

She lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "How?"

"Here, hold this," he said and handed over the purse he had been holding. "And jump on my back."

"Charles," she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he smiled and turned around.

Matilde jumped on his back and wrapped one of her arms carefully around his neck. Charles put his hands around her legs and started to walk to the hotel. "You smell nice," she whispered. She wanted to make a comment about how men's cologne would stay on them for days and women's perfume for a second, but knew it was better to keep her mouth shut.

"Thank you," he softly chuckled. As he was walking, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling of contentment settling in his mind and heart.

As Charles carried Matilde on his back through the streets of Amsterdam, a sense of warmth enveloped them, cocooning them in their own little world. Matilde rested her head against his shoulder, her heart filled with gratitude for his caring gesture. She could feel the steady rhythm of his footsteps beneath her, each step bringing them closer to the hotel.

The hotel staff didn't look up when they entered the hotel. Charles made his way to the lift and Matilde pressed the button, calling the lift. There was silence between them when they stepped into the lift and made their way to the right floor. Charles walked to Matilde's room after she told him which number she had.

Charles gently lowered Matilde to her feet. Their eyes met and in that fleeting moment, a silent understanding passed between them. They shared a smile.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the hotel.

Charles smiled, his eyes reflecting the warmth of his heart. "Anytime," he replied softly. "Sleep well," he said, knowing it was the right decision to leave for now.

"Good night, Charles," she smiled satisfied and opened her room door. Before stepping inside, she turned around and quickly pecked his lips. Then, she entered her room and closed the door behind her.

When she walked to the bathroom, a smile was resting on her face. What a man could do... Matilde looked at herself in the mirror, she looked so stupid for smiling this big. What he could do... A soft giggle left her mouth and she shook her head.

What Charles could make her feel like... Wrong.

Matilde straightened her face and stared at herself. What she just did was wrong, very wrong. It shouldn't have happened. It was disgusting. Tears filled her eyes, she was disappointed in herself.

She was his boss.

He was her driver.

"Fuck."

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