#tp threads.

[lightningbig]

sorry twilight princess will always be eating holes in my brain. constantly and forever. I cannot ever be normal about it.

it's such a haunted game. you are a dead thing going through a dead world. you are something in between. you can go back but it will never be the same. you will never be the same. you are walking, constantly, through ghosts of what came before. you are exploring places long forgotten. you are the only one on this path because there is no one else that can walk it. you were just a farm boy. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. right place at the wrong time? wrong place at the right time? you were just supposed to deliver a sword.

[rowenasamuel]

thinking about tess making it to jackson, about how after she's allowed herself to settle, find her footing- she and ellie are in the bathroom, giving ellie a haircut, all short and shaggy and easy-to-handle. and once ellie's done, wagging her head like a puppy as brown hair floats in the humid air, she sticks a hand out for the scissors and says 'your turn' (which only terrifies tess a little bit) and tess looks in the mirror and considers, for the first time, that she doesn't...have to cut her hair. that she is allowed the vulnerability of growing her hair out, that in jackson there will not be people who could grab her by the ponytail and yank her into an alley, that there are no people who could use her hair against her like in the boston qz. so for the first time since her teenaged years, tess shakes her head and smiles at ellie and says 'i think i'll let it grow' and heals a part of herself she hadn't quite realized was so scarred and buried away.

[gwyns]

maybe because their story hasn't happened yet??????

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Visceral

A 3-sentence-fic collab with @bellecream for @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2023 day 5: by a thread.

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The massive wolf growled at Zelda—a languid oscillation shivering its charcoal hackles, wrinkling the white muzzle stained with vitriol from the moblin splayed dead at the clearing’s edge; a paw stepped, soft, creeping toward Zelda, the unprecedented silence in this hollow of the woods amplifying her uneven breath, her shirt’s rustle declaring her hand's shift toward her weapon.

The music returned as skin met hilt, yet unlike the haunting melody which had drawn her here, the upstart song recalled the dawn twittering of birds, the joy of two spiraling in celebration of life to come—the wolf’s eyes widened, their clear blue now visible, its angered rumble dissolving in a high whine, its pinned ears and bent back such unmistakable submission they stayed Zelda’s hand; she didn’t dare glance at the strange, boy-shaped sapling with the flute in its hands, didn’t dare question whether the new song would repeat as the wolf slunk to her feet.

It lifted Zelda’s wrist with a flick of its nose and closed its jaw around it, tugging with a low plea—it evoked a a Hylian voice (a man’s voice), more so as her face neared its, far closer than any wild animal would have allowed, their eyes locked, a visceral impression driving a gasp to her lungs and a fumbling hand to her belt pouch; it emerged with the Moon Pearl held in her palm, pressed swift to the creature's body, and as the soft fur twined through her fingers began to recede, its pace barely perceptible by touch and not at all by sight, all doubt vanished: the wolf was Link clinging to his true self by a thread.

[thefearedsouls]

| open ; tinkerbell |

"I cannot help you." The fairy said softly. "I don't have magic." Tinkerbell looked down. "You can thank Captain Hook for that." She said moving around the tree house hut that she hid away in.

"He drained me for years...so long I lost count. Stealing my pixie dust. All my happy thoughts...all my joy. No more magic." She frowned.

[shrikeseams]

When you're trying to tell someone that you largely like and respect that they reblogged something questionable, but in a 'telling a coworker they have toilet paper stuck to their shoe' way, not a 'fandom witch hunt' way. :/

[inscryptions]

🌿 august | 2024

Status:

Passed

Skill Points Gained:

Monthly Activity - +1

Skill Point Allocation:

+1 -> Burst -> Level 4 ½

Threads Completed:

Two Guys and a Book - Albedo Tomb Raider - Luocha (dropped)

Level Rewards:

N/A

Event Prizes:

N/A

Talent Points: 10

[darkdragon768]

I could also tier list rank the dungeons in each Zelda game.

[jennxxe]

Jerry fucking Fenbury.

pairing — erik campbell x fem! reader

summary — he cries. during sex with a sad song in the back

warnings — cursing, sex, erik being emo

a/n — best moment in the movie i fear

It started out normal. Well… normal for you two.

Clothes half-off, your thighs around his waist, some song from his “Songs To Be Toxic To” playlist humming in the background.. until it shuffled, cruelly, to something devastatingly sad. Like Phoebe Bridgers at her most lethal. You thought he’d skip it.

He didn’t.

Instead, mid-thrust, Erik fucking Campbell froze. Just stopped. Entire body locked up like a glitching NPC.

You looked up at him, breathless. “What—?”

His head dropped, forehead thunking against your shoulder. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You blinked. “What? My tits? My—?”

“No.” He sniffed. Sniffed. “Jerry.”

You stared. “Who the fuck is Jerry?”

“My boss.”

A beat. “The one you hate?”

“Yeah.” He shifted, pulled out halfway, and just hovered there, eyes weirdly glassy. “Turns out he’s not just a dick. He’s my biological dad. Found out yesterday. He banged my mom at some biker rally in ‘99.”

The song shifted to something even sadder.

You blinked. “Are you… crying?”

He shook his head, violently. “No. Yes. Shut up.”

He buried his face in your neck and tried to thrust again but let out a broken little groan that was way too emotional for what was happening.

“I hate him,” he mumbled. “I hate him and now I’ve got his nose and apparently he also has a fucking Prince Albert so that’s just—why is this my life—”

You were frozen underneath him, unsure if you should laugh or comfort him or just, like, call a therapist mid-ride.

But all you could say was: “…So, are we still…?”

He didn’t answer. Just sobbed once—once—then muttered, “Keep going. I wanna dissociate.”

You thought after the crying, the climax, and the 7-minute silence while Phoebe Bridgers whispered emotional damage into the air, things would calm down.

Wrong.

He was now sprawled across your bed, one sock on, pants unzipped, legs wide like modesty had officially clocked out. His phone was at 4% and overheating in his hand as he rage-scrolled through Reddit threads like “My boss is my dad: r/familydrama edition.”

His head was in your lap. A little sweaty. Still damp from the tears. Eyes bleary. Voice flat.

“I found an article called 'Trauma Bonding in the Workplace,’” he muttered. “That’s what this is, right? He yells at me, I yell back, and secretly I just want him to teach me how to fix a carburetor and tell me he’s proud of me.”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “Baby, I don’t even think he knows how to fix a carburetor.”

He blinked. “He doesn’t. And he called Blink-182 ‘cringe’ the other day, which should’ve been my first clue that something was off.”

He held up his phone, showing you a stock photo of two dudes arguing in a garage. “This is what I wanted. Instead I got his hairline and unresolved rage.”

“Erik…”

“I let that man schedule my lunch breaks.”

You bit your lip.

“I’ve seen him eat mayonnaise on pizza.”

You nodded sympathetically.

“And now I’m stuck with his DNA and his wrinkly ass scowl.”

His voice cracked a little and he looked up at you with those messed-up blue eyes. “Do you think it’s like, inevitable? Like am I just gonna morph into him one day? Start asking people for their ‘TPS reports’ and firing interns for sport?”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I mean… maybe. But at least you’ll be hot doing it.”

He stared at the ceiling, dazed. “I was inside you while mourning the loss of my father figure. That’s gotta be a Greek tragedy or some shit.”

“You were also listening to Phoebe Bridgers.”

“I know. It was spiritual.”

He sighed, tossed the phone to the floor, looked at his tattoo business card and whispered like a man accepting death:

“Oh my God. I’m a Nepo Baby.”

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

"i'm working on it," quigley admitted, "if i walk around with a cast, i'll have learned my lesson about not being careful but i will try to avoid that as much as i can," he added and stuck out a hand to shake in the way he had always been raised, "i'm quigley. it's nice to meet you."

"this time? you really have to be careful. i am sure you don't want to walk around with a cast. from experience, that is so not fun." lily admitted with a nod. "i'm lily, by the way."

[amirasainz]

Possible idea: TP with wags or other team principals? Take it in whatever direction you want! Thank you

Blonde Ambitions

The McLaren garage was its usual buzzing self, a symphony of whirring tools, murmured strategy calls, and engines occasionally roaring to life like mechanical dragons. It was FP1 morning, but there was another kind of electricity in the air—one that had nothing to do with motorsport.

Yn walked into the paddock with her tablet tucked against her hip, sunglasses on, hair cascading in newly lightened waves—bright, golden blonde that caught the sun with every step. She looked like a vision, a twenty-two-year-old team principal with the poise of a monarch and the fire of a warrior. There was no one like her, and everyone knew it.

Whispers had started the moment she entered the paddock. "Did you see her hair?" "She looks like a goddess." "How does she pull that off and manage a team?" Every driver, engineer, and strategist noticed—but the girlfriends? Oh, the WAGs were on a mission.

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Carmen saw her first. She had just come from a hospitality, cradling a green juice in one hand, phone in the other. The moment she spotted Yn walking along the McLaren motorhome pathway, Carmen blinked once. Then again. Then dropped her phone into her bag without a word.

"Excuse me," she muttered to no one in particular, and power-walked straight toward the blonde goddess in orange.

Yn looked up, smile bright and warm. "Carmen! Hi!"

"No, no," Carmen said dramatically, taking Yn's hand like it was made of gold. "I need a full twirl. Right now."

Laughing, Yn complied, spinning once, the soft hem of her blazer flaring as she turned.

Carmen’s breath caught. She took both of Yn’s hands, then one gently slipped up to stroke her hair. It was soft, radiant, the kind of blonde that made angels jealous.

"You look like a goddess," she said, voice low, full of reverence. Her fingertips traced Yn’s cheekbone with such delicacy it made Yn giggle.

"Stop it," Yn blushed. "You’re embarrassing me."

"Good," Carmen whispered. "That was the goal."

They lingered like that for a moment too long. Carmen let her hand drift down to Yn’s shoulder, almost like she didn’t want to let go.

---

Not five minutes had passed before Lily appeared, having left Alex mid-conversation to follow the trail of whispered praise.

She found Yn near the pit wall, talking to a mechanic. The sun hit her blonde hair like a spotlight from heaven.

"Hey, Lily!" Yn said brightly when she saw her. "You okay?"

Lily just stared.

"Lily?"

"You're..." she said, voice breaking.

Yn tilted her head. "You alright?"

Lily walked forward, slowly, like Yn might disappear. "You're so beautiful."

Yn laughed softly. "Oh, stop! I went to this salon in Milan, it was such a last-minute thing. My stylist was like, ‘Go blonde,’ and I was like, ‘Are you sure?’ But then he did this toner thing, and—"

Lily wasn’t listening.

She was drinking Yn in like she was a glass of water in the desert. Her eyes moved from her hair to her lips to her hands, reverently. Her lips parted slightly as if she was seeing light for the first time.

"...anyway," Yn finished, cheeks pink, "I guess it turned out okay."

"More than okay," Lily murmured.

---

Yn returned to her office, seeking just five minutes of peace to prep the FP1 breakdown. Her door burst open.

Kika.

Hair bouncing, sunglasses on, striding in like she owned the place.

"Kika—?"

"Don’t talk," she said. "I saw the photos. The Twitter threads. The meltdown. And I thought, no. I need to see her in person."

Before Yn could respond, Kika took her arm, pulled her across the room, and made her sit. But instead of sitting beside her, Kika sat down, pulling Yn to straddle her lap.

"Kika!" Yn gasped. "What are you—"

"Shhh," Kika whispered. She cupped Yn’s face in her hands. Her thumb caressed Yn’s cheek, her fingers brushing over golden strands. One arm wrapped tight around her waist.

"You’re stunning," she said. "Like a dream. Like if Aphrodite got into motorsport."

Yn giggled. "You’re so dramatic."

"And you love it," Kika grinned.

Then came the ideas: "I’m taking you shopping. No arguments. I’ll buy you everything in Valentino’s next line. We’ll match. Twins. Blonde girls who rule the paddock. I’ll braid your hair. I might dye mine too. Platinum. Imagine the chaos. Everyone would know we belong together."

Yn blushed again. "You’re too much."

"You haven’t seen anything yet," Kika smirked.

---

The sun was lower in the sky when Yn made her way to the pit lane for the final prep briefing. Mechanics buzzed around, Carlos stood near the garage, helmet under his arm, waiting for his debrief.

He spotted her and smiled like he’d just won the lottery.

"You look incredible today, mi amore," Carlos said.

Yn smiled shyly. "Thank you! I just—"

"That’s enough from you now, Carlito," came Rebecca’s voice, silk and steel.

She stepped in beside Carlos, one arm brushing him away. The look she gave him could’ve stopped an engine mid-race. Carlos raised his hands and backed off.

"Rebecca," Yn said, cheeks flushed. "You look amazing too."

"Not the point," Rebecca said, eyes on fire. "You. This hair. That lip gloss. The entire fit."

Yn laughed nervously. "It’s just the usual blazer—"

"It’s lethal," Rebecca cut in. "What are you doing this weekend? Want to come to the villa? We can talk strategy. Poolside."

Yn opened her tablet, tapping. "I could probably shift things around. Maybe Saturday afternoon—"

She was interrupted.

By lips. Rebecca’s.

She surged forward and kissed her, deep and slow, one hand cupping Yn’s jaw, the other pressing against her lower back. The kiss was full of heat and hunger, every inch of it claiming.

Yn gasped softly against her, then melted.

When they parted, Rebecca whispered, "Just wanted to try your gloss."

"Did you like it?" Yn asked dazedly.

"Loved it."

"Okay," Yn nodded sweetly, still flustered. "So we’ll do Saturday."

"Absolutely," Rebecca said, taking her hand.

They walked off, fingers linked.

Behind them, Carlos stood slack-jawed.

"This is it," he muttered to himself. "This is it. My dream—both my dream girls. My dream finally becomes reality. I need to lie down."

P.S Carlso reaction when he saw the kiss

Ahh, had so much fun writing this. I hope you had as much fun as me. Let me know if you have any requests! 🧡

[pumpyriah]

Please help an unemployed brown mixed disabled trans person sustain their family + help their parents leave venezuela

Hello tumblr dot com users! I'm Ren, a trans and disabled venezuelan trying to get back into art. And as of the 1st of nov 2024 I'm officially unemployed and really, really broke 🥲

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[meangirls-imagines]

Hey I read your mean girls stuff and loved it! I thought I'd drop a request for regina x fem reader, where regina's pissed because she thought it would be a one and done but after being with reader Regina is ruined for anyone else and pissed because now she has to wife this girl before anyone else realizes how great she is.

Ruin Me

Description: Regina has the best sex of her life with Reader. She's ruined for anyone else and has to catch Reader in her grasp before someone else does.

WARNINGS: porn with some plot, blowjob on strap (r receiving), oral (regina receiving), strap on (regina receiving), squirting strap ons, creampie, slight breeding kink, praise kink

"Fuck, you look so pretty taking my fingers, Gina."

Regina's back arched as the fingers inside her hit the right spot. Her brain was a pile of mush. Words were not forming due to the immense pleasure she was feeling. This was only her second orgasm of the night and she knew she was in for a long one.

The girl in-between her legs sped up her fingers and gently began sucking on Regina's clit. The blonde had to bite back a scream. They were still at a party after all.

Y/N added a third finger as Regina gasped. "Fuck baby, your pussy is taking me so well." Regina clenched harder around Y/N's fingers, the girl smirking.

"Someone like that?" The blonde whined as the girl lightly licked her clit. Y/N smirked and curled her fingers, hitting that sweet spot. "Go ahead, Gina. I know you wanna come."

The blonde shattered. Little black dots blurred her vision for a few seconds as Y/N kissed her way up the blonde's body, allowing her to come down from her high.

"You did so good for me, Regina. You looked so beautiful, cumming for me." Y/N's lips gently pecked around Regina's face, slowly bringing her back to reality. "Fuck, Y/N. I've never came that hard in my life just from head."

Y/N smirked and kissed Regina's forehead. "Because boys don't know how to eat pussy." Regina blushed and leaned up tp kiss Y/N. Y/N groaned softly at the feeling of Regina's lips. The two kissed for a minute before Y/N pulled away and went to her dresser.

"I have a surprise baby." Regina perked up as the girl turned around, holding a strap on. Regina smiled and nodded. Y/N put the harness on and motioned Regina to the end of the bed. The blonde smirked, crawling so that her head was facing the end of the bed.

Y/N stood in front of the blonde, stroking her hair gently. "Let's see you put those cock sucking skills of yours to the test, yeah baby?" Regina felt heat shoot straight to her core. She wanted to please Y/N. She opened her mouth and began gently sucking on the tip.

Y/N groaned at the sight of Regina, swollen lips and messy hair, sucking her off. The blonde whimpered at the sound and took the toy deeper in her mouth. Y/N had gathered the blonde strands into a makeshift ponytail as she guided Regina's head up and down her cock.

Regina's pussy clenched around nothing as Y/N essentially began fucking her throat with the toy. The blonde loved how dominant Y/N was being, having not experienced it with anyone else. She was stern, but also soft with the blonde, checking in every now and then and making sure she was okay.

After a few minutes of Regina sucking her off, Y/N gently pulled the blonde up to her lips, meeting in a sloppy kiss. "You looked so pretty sucking my cock, princess. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

Regina nodded as Y/N guided her to lay on her back. She leaned down and kissed Regina softly, but passionately. The blonde melted into the kiss, threading her fingers in Y/N's hair. Y/N pulled away and whispered. "Are you good, baby? Need a break or anything?"

Regina shook her head and pecked Y/N's lips. "No. I need you to fuck me." Y/N's eyes darkened as she ran the silicone tip up and down Regina's cunt. "Well, then you're gonna love this, baby. There's a secret about this strap."

Regina looked confused and then gasped as Y/N slid the toy inside her. "It squirts." Y/N began thrusting in and out of the blonde at a steady pace. Regina couldn't do anything but take it. Now with the knowledge of the squirting strap, her fucked out brain took over.

She wanted Y/N to cum in her.

She wrapped her legs around the girl's hips as she sped up. Regina moaned quietly, trying not to scream. Y/N smirked at the girl's struggle and slowed her thrusts down and focused more on deeper strokes, the tip of the toy brushing against the blonde's g-spot.

Regina couldn't hold back anymore and began to release her moans. Y/N felt the blonde's nails scratch down her back. She ran her hand down Regina's body and began to rub the blonde's clit.

Regina choked on a moan as Y/N built her up to her orgasm. Y/N leaned down and began sucking on one of Regina's nipples. The girl felt her orgasm quickly closing in on her as she choked out a sentence.

"Can I cum?" Y/N smiled at the girl. "Such a good girl for asking baby. Of course you can." Regina screamed as her second orgasm washed over her. Y/N continued thrusting, whispering praise to the blonde. Regina grabbed Y/N's jaw as the girl continued to thrust.

"Baby, I want you to cum in me. I need you to cum in me. Fill me up."

Y/N reached down, squeezing the base of the cock, releasing the cum into Regina, reaching her own high in the process. The girls collapsed into each other on the bed, exhausted from their activities. Y/N groaned as she stood, removing the harness and grabbing some boxers and a t-shirt.

Regina didn't make a move to sit up, instead she just remained laying down, catching her breath. "Where are you going?" Y/N smiled. "I gotta go clear out my house. I'll be right back baby."

Regina blushed as Y/N walked out, clearing her home drunk and horny teens. Meanwhile, in her room, Regina got up tp get some clothes. As she browsed through Y/N's closet, she came across her track letterman, her last name stitched onto the back of the jacket.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Regina's head.

As much as she hated leaving Y/N on read until she got to school, she had to do it in order for her plan to work. She had left very early this morning, snagging the letterman jacket on her way out. Regina's outfit was definitely going to turn heads.

She was wearing a pink crop top underneath the letterman and black jeans. Regina topped the outfit off with her black Doc Martens. As she walked into the school, she noticed people immediately staring. She smirked as she saw girls glare at her as she strolled into the cafeteria, one person in mind.

Y/N had her back to her, frowning at her phone. Regina hadn't texted her since she left super early this morning and Y/N was kinda sad. Her teammate noticed Regina strutting towards them and nudged Y/N's foot under the table.

Y/N looked up confused as she turned to see what her teammate was looking at. Her jaw dropped at the blonde wearing a familiar jacket. Regina smirked at her reaction and reached her table, sitting herself down in Y/N's lap.

Before the girl could say anything, Regina connected their lips in a hot, passionate kiss. They could hear people gasping and cameras going off as they made out. Regina pulled away first, grabbing Y/N's face, forcing her to look at the blonde with darkened eyes.

"You're mine."

[bullet-prooflove]

Cherry: Harry Wilson x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @buckysteveloki-me @hagarsays @misskrose @pascal-rascal424

Summary: Harry finds a way to help you relax after a busy couple of days.

Companion piece to:

Sugar - You’re Harry’s first stop when he makes it back to New Orleans.

Bourbon (NSFW) - The things you and Harry get up to with a 10k bottle of bourbon… it’s sinful.

Court Days - Court days are your favourite days.

The Corkscrew - You realise Harry isn’t the person you thought he is when you see him on a date with another man.

A Southern Man - Harry and you discuss his revealation.

Say It With Flowers - Harry gets a surprise when he discovers a dozen red roses sitting on your breakfast bar.

Cherries are notoriously hard to grow in New Orleans which is why Harry always buys them for you at the farmer’s market. You’ve tried a handful of times to grow your own over the years but they just don’t take to the climate. It’s the bane of living in Louisiana. At least that’s what you tell him as you lie back on a chequered picnic blanket in one of your fields, wearing a white tank top, black bicycle shorts and his sun glasses.

He hasn’t seen you in a couple of days, you’d had to travel up to The Mint in Kentucky to rescue a horse who’d fractured it’s leg at the race track. It’s a sixteen hour drive there and back so you’d been wrecked when you’d gotten in late last night. You’d insisted he stay at his place because you knew he had court in the morning. You’d been up again with the sunrise so that the vet could assess the situation.

You’re running on fumes and Harry thought an evening picnic might be the way to convince you tp take a little R&R instead of exhausting yourself even further.

“I can give you an hour.” You’d told him when he turned up with the hamper and a couple of cold beers. It’s been almost three because you’ve started to doze as the temperature shifts to something cooler. He plucks one of the cherries from the carton, running it lightly over your pert lips, you moan, biting into the fruit, juice smearing across the corner of your mouth.

Harry leans in, his lips brushing over it, licking up the sweetness from your sun kissed skin. He guides the cherry along the delicate curve of your throat, discarding it as his mouth ventures lower, his teeth seeking out your nipple through the fabric of your tank. He nips lightly, your hips bucking at the sensation as your head tips back onto the pillow he’s made from his folded up suit jacket.

“You need to relax.” He mumbles against your skin, his fingertips teasing along the elastic of your bike shorts. “And I need to taste you. Lets see if we can’t help each other out.”

He guides the shorts down your thighs along with your underwear, tossing them onto the grass. His lips weave a heated trail past your navel before he situates himself between your thighs, his five o’clock shadow leaving a delicious friction across the delicate skin. His tongue sweeps over your clit, a light gentle touch that makes you sigh with contentment as he begins to tease, in slow, deliberate circles.

The pleasure comes in waves, crashing against the shore in a firm relentless rhythm that has your breath hitching. Your fingers thread through his hair, grasping it as his tongue delves lower, thrusting inside you. His thumb continues working your clit, chasing your ecstasy, building it until it reaches the crescendo, a symphony of rapture.

You say his name when you come and it’s the sweetest sound on God’s green earth as he licks up that honey, cleaning up the mess he’s made of you.

“Jesus.” You whisper as he kisses his way up your body, his palms roving over your skin, grounding you in the moment. His body covers yours and you can feel him, hard and wanting, pressing against your core through his suit trousers.

“Better?” He whispers, his mouth brushing over yours. You can taste yourself on him, mixed with the sweetness of the cherry as he kisses your mouth.

“Not yet.” You tell him as you begin to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, drawing it down his shoulders. “The only thing that’s going to get me there is if you give me the rest of you too.”

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[mistressemmedi]

I would have actually loved to learn about the new pope from a supernatural tumblr post, but tragically my source was a comment in a reddit thread about Oliver Oakes' brother getting arrested in Dubai for a crime somehow related to Mazepin :/

You're telling me that we have Flavio Briatore as a TP in Alpine because Oakes' brother was arrested for laundering Mazepin's money??