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CHARLES LECLERC | Post-practice interview Singapore GP 2024

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I am so embarrassed to be asking this of you guys but I am barely scraping by and don't know what else I can do, this is a last ditch attempt to keep my house. I am about to lose my house as I am not able to keep up with my bills I am struggling majorly and don't know what to do other than ask if anybody could help? I will be homeless in the next month if I don't pay back enough to the landlord for now I have raised enough till the end of the month but only enough for that no food etc and then there's still more that I owe and next months. I can't afford food, transport to get to work zilch, nothing. I hate to do this but please can anybody help me? It doesn't matter how much you can spare, ANYTHING is much appreciated.

Please I will be out if I don't pay up the money by the end of this month I just can't seem to get myself out of this shit hole I'm in really feel like just giving in at this point.

need £552 by end of month or I will lose my house I feel like I'm not going to get out of this.

If anybody does want to donate and try and help me you can here

I have 12 days left to get this money or I am going to be homeless and out in the cold for the winter months with my dog please I just don't know what to do at this time anymore.

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a kiss cam au

double drabble. rated t. based on this beautiful art by @firstprnnce.

The first time they kiss, Alex doesn't even know the guy's name.

Alex knows he's blond. He's British. He's also maybe allergic to fun, judging by the stiff, boring way he cheers on the other team. The weird faces he makes at his phone whenever Alex whoops and hollers.

His wide-eyed look of panic when the kiss cam swerves in their direction, which— rude.

So maybe he's an asshole too.

Alex will show him.

After Alex leans back— those pink lips were criminally soft, which makes Alex mad— the guy's blushing so fiercely he looks almost sunburned.

Oh.

Oh.

The second time— the kiss cam's obsessed with them, obviously— Henry, the guy's name is Henry, leans in first, while Alex is busy explaining to him why the Beagles are going to lose.

Later, Alex catches the playback (it goes viral on TikTok; Nora says not to let it go to his head, which it absolutely does). He shows Henry, who blushes again before tugging Alex onto his lap. Alex isn't sure what number kiss they're on.

He's totally lost count by now.

So, okay, the Beagles won.

But if you ask Alex, he's the one who's come out on top.

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"They [Casey] were commenting on all the little idiosyncratic things that Alex does, his little "isms". I had never heard anyone talk about it and I was so grateful that they had said something, because I did re-read the book and try so hard to find those little specific things that Alex would do." — Taylor Zakhar Perez

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waking up in someone else's bed au. double drabble. rated m.

He doesn’t know how he got here.

Well.

He knows what got him here. Namely, tequila.

Tequila, and that guy at the bar, eyes bright-ocean-blue, hair glowing gold despite the dingier-than-hell club lighting.

The guy’s— Henry’s— hands on Alex’s waist, hard against his backside as they danced.

As they danced, and then as they did other things.

In a sticky bathroom stall. In the back of an Uber to Henry’s place. Up against the front door before it even fully closed.

Alex cracks an eye open as the memories come.

He glances around, clocking the things that aren’t his:

This pillow. These sheets and this bed. That window with the dawning light, drilling straight into his head.

But the man slowly waking beside him, lips so-pretty-pink from last night—

Can he? Be his?

Even after all this time, Alex still hardly believes it.

“Morning, love.” Henry smiles. “How are we feeling?”

“Hungover,” Alex admits. “And like we had a one-night-stand. Weird.”

Henry raises an eyebrow. “You don’t recall your meltdown about the raging-hot man at the bar despite being reminded that I’m your boyfriend?”

“You’re what?” asks Alex, delighted, and Henry, sighing, leans in to silence him with a kiss.

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blanket

domestic fluff for dearest @firenati0n.

These are the things that make a life.

Soft moments stolen on the phone, until the parentheses finally close.

The roll of Alex’s hips on slow mornings.

Alex on the tougher mornings too, draped over him like Henry’s own weighted blanket. Finding the coldest parts of him and only loving him harder there.

First piercings. First homeowning mishaps. First fights over small things, because they can. Vet visits. Visits from a growing nephew. Daydreaming of their own family, too.

Daydreaming of more, of tomorrow, still hardly believing they keep coming true.

These are the things that make their life. Together.

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Taylor Zakhar Perez | What's your best pickup line? - Just a "hey". | 76th Primetime Emmy Awards in Los Angeles, California | September 15, 2024 | 🎥 Emmys

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Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet?

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miracle

coffeeshop au. drabble.

Nobody else wanted the job.

Henry, though, thrives during night shift, which befits his insomnia, dislike of small talk, and his writing, always done best at half-two.

After all, who in their right mind drinks coffee this—

The door opens. The man walking through brings something-like-the-sunrise in with him.

“Hey—” Warm eyes move down Henry’s gap-mouthed expression, finding his nametag “—Henry. I’m Alex.”

“Right.” Henry aims for intelligible. Fails. “What can I do you— I mean—”

“Nitro for me. Plus whatever you’re having.” Alex grins. That dimple. Oh, God.

It’s a miracle if Henry gets any writing done after that.

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haircuts

a girl dads drabble.

They have their days down to a science.

Sundays are for meal prep, checking bookbags and outfit-planning to the very last hairbow.

Mondays, apparently, are for finding said hairbows stuck fast with chewed gum after school.

Henry smiles encouragingly at their daughter in the mirror, big-eyed, quivering with barely-held tears as Alex carefully trims down each strand.

“Mija,” Alex says seriously. “Sometimes that’s what boys do when they like someone.”

She blinks up at Henry. “Daddy, is that true?”

Henry thinks of buttercream in his hair and can’t help but smile.

“Actually, darling, have we ever told you the story…”

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champion

a knight's tale au. drabble. for @thesleepyskipper.

The prince sits high above him in the tourney stands, straight-backed, looking almost bored.

He doesn’t look at Alex.

Alex, meanwhile, looks only at him.

Henry’s hair full of sunlight. The clear-sky-blue of his eyes. His tightly-lined jaw when Alex mock-bows in his direction, lance held up in mock-salute.

The clench of his hand when Hunter somehow unseats Alex, just once.

The cool tilt of Henry’s chin while presenting Alex with the champion’s award.

And the secret way he smiles at last when Alex presses him to the stable doors later, looking Alex in the eye, breathing out his name.

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MINX (2022) | 1.04

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succulent

college football/cheerleader au: a drabble. for @kj-bee.

Alex literally doesn’t get football. The stop-start pace has his mind constantly wandering, relying on Nora to elbow him into formation again. He forgets half the cheers at least half the time. Still, he’s a way better tumbler than the other guy, Hunter, and his sister’s captain, so.

His sister, whom he’s spotting now as their new quarterback steps onto the field. Blue eyes glance over right as Alex’s crop top’s riding up, and Alex didn’t know thighs could look like that, like so mouth-wateringly good that he almost drops June, and okay. Yeah.

Maybe Alex gets it, after all.

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Like countless other Americans, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be.

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— GUILDFORD DUDLEY and JANE GREY in My Lady Jane, 1x04, "Bluebird Is Dead" (2024)

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candy

ringmaster henry au: a drabble. for @cha-melodius.

The day’s tasks always wear Henry down. Making sure each show runs smoothly. Putting out small, sometimes-literal fires when Pez, distracted, juggles his flames far-too-close to June and Nora’s trapeze tent. By sunset, Henry’s head spins like he’s ridden the tilt-a-whirl for too long.

There’s one thing that makes everything worth it.

Henry follows the scent of browned-sugar, enduring the crowds for his favorite booth. A man with dark curls glances up, blinking lashes that could reach the stars. His friendly smile as Henry strides curtly by is sweeter than candy, and the best-kept secret of Henry’s quietly yearning heart.