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orions-bolt · 1 year

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My top albums from 2022 (#1 - 16)

i tried to keep this to my top 10 but it was just too good of a year for music

#music #sudan archives #beyonce #nilufer yanya #shygirl #beabadoobee #weyes blood #sasami #soccer mommy #ravyn lenae #ethel cain #angel olsen #luna li #aldous harding #grace ives #florist #cate le bon

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misterrobobote · 1 year

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In a previous post you said that R.Fredbear was good at cooking. What does R.Fredbear cook best and how does he cook.

Yes R.Fredbear is a good cook in general (ps: prepare yourself for a long list of cuisine) and knows a variety of recipes like risotto, lentil soup and feijoada. But also Moqueca, Pão de queijo, Beef Stroganov, Caipirinha, Chimichurri, Empadão, Acarajé, Empada, Escondidinho, Requeijão, Salpicão, Bacalhau com natas, Brigadeiro and Pave (yes, the best dishes are the ones that have the most unpronounceable name) And there are many dishes that he knows (if I make the list, it will take an hour). If there is a dish that he is good at, it is the bolinhos de chuva (a fried doughnut covered with sugar). It is a dish that is preferably eaten on rainy days. When the young Fredbear was sad on a rainy day he would cook some doughnuts to comfort himself. It was the dessert that did the best (and the one that Lena found the best). He learned from Henry and William who taught him how to cook (yes, Henry wanted to know if the bear could learn by himself and what better way than by cooking), but also by himself via cookbooks. The bear likes to read.

#rockstar fredbear #rockstar bon bon #rockstar lena #mobox87 lena #mobox87

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lady-foxy · 2 years

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TR en pause une semaine c'est pour me tuer? j'étais grv investie et on me coupe dans mon élan je vais pleurer

#bon #plus qu'à attendre hein.....#ca va etre long #lena blablate

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totowlff · 2 years

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➝ request: could you write a one-shot where the reader rewards our daddy wolff for the mercedes double podium?

➝ word count: 5,6k

➝ warnings: smut, mentions of ferrari (it can be a trigger, i know)

➝ author’s note: this was a week where i needed to take time off from miss lauda and all her narrative. after writing over 10k words in three days, i felt completely mentally drained. furthermore, i found myself completely doubting my ability to continue writing things that really make sense to me and that are good enough for you. so i decided to dedicate myself to this request on my askbox, especially considering the summer break. i leave here my thanks to raya and babi, who always read everything and give me the strength to keep posting, even though i think my content doesn't deserve it.

It was already dark outside the hospitality when you finished wiping the last light-wooden table with the alcohol-dampened cloth. The fatigue of a whole day's work was accumulating in your body and you couldn't wait to go to your hotel, take a hot shower and curl up on the comfortable bed in your room at the Grand Prix Hôtel in Le Castellet.

However, you had lost the bet with Lena over who would take pole position that Saturday. And, as a consequence, you should stay until the last employee leaves the Paul Ricard team structure. And, if that year's trend was followed, the men who were holed up in the meeting room on the upper floors wouldn't leave that space until several hours later, when the paddock was completely deserted.

To say that the season was being difficult was to understate the true impact of the W13 on the lives of all the employees who traveled around the world to race. As much as you only participated in the catering team, far from the real action that took place on the track, you could see in the expressions of the employees you served that this was one of the most difficult years they had ever faced.

They were tired looks. Stress. Frustration.

“And we've just reached the halfway point”, you thought, settling yourself at one of the tables in the space, right in front of a television. On Canal+, the device was replaying a program called En Pole, in which Julien Fébreau discussed the results of the qualifying session with reporters in the paddock. However, you were little interested in hearing more about the far-from-satisfactory performance of your team's car.

Pushing back a strand of your hair, you pulled your cell phone out of your pocket, unlocking the device and clicking on one of the many notifications that had accumulated throughout the day. While you were replying to one of your friends' messages, inviting you to spend a few days with her in Nice, you heard something that caught your attention.

— Voyons maintenant l'interview réalisée par notre reporter Pauline Sanzey avec Toto Wolff, team principal de Mercedes, juste après la séance de qualification.

You looked up at the television almost immediately, dropping your cell phone on the table in front of you. The image of your boss filled the screen, his expression frozen in a serious, impassive mask, his fingers running through his dark hair, quickly arranging the strands.

— Salut Toto, quelles sont tes impressions sur la séance de qualification? — the reporter asked in French — Avez-vous remarqué des progrès sur la voiture?

— Nous avons donc expérimenté les niveaux d'aileron arrière et les températures des pneus — he said, in heavily accented French — Une fois que nous avons mis les nouveaux pneus en Q3, nous savions que nous allions être les troisièmes plus rapides, comme nous l'avons été toute la saison et ce n'est tout simplement pas assez bon pour nous.

You hadn't understood a word he had just said. However, you didn't even need to have any knowledge of that language to know what he had said. The speech was the same for all reporters, no matter which of the six languages he spoke.

“We're the third fastest team on the grid”, you thought, drumming your fingers on the pale wood in front of you.

— L'équipe aura-t-elle beaucoup de travail? — the woman asked.

— Oui, nous allons travailler dur dans la nuit et essayer d'être en meilleure position demain en course — he replied with a smile on his face.

Before you could hear another question from the French reporter, you heard an accented voice behind you ask a question.

— Lost another bet?

In one leap, you turned your face back to find Toto leaning against one of the tables, a playful smile on his lips.

— Yes — you replied, the corner of your mouth curving.

He walked over to the table you were sitting at and pulled out the black chair next to you. Watching him settle down beside you, your chest filled with the familiar yet mysterious heat that had accompanied you since the day he'd first noticed you.

It was a rainy Saturday morning at Spa-Francorchamps when Bradley, the Mercedes communications director, asked that an espresso be taken upstairs to Toto's office.

— And try not to kill him this time, Y/N — he grinned, before turning his back on you and disappearing through the automatic door, tucking the hood of his raincoat over his head.

You and Cathy looked at each other, your face turning red. The first time you took that order, you ended up using regular milk when making the drink. After Abel, also from the catering team, returned with the drink untouched, you discovered that the team principal was lactose intolerant. “A big mistake”, you thought, as you searched the cupboard for a cup and placed it on the counter.

— Let me do it — Cathy said, smiling — Get the milk for me.

You went to the fridge and grabbed a carton of lactose-free milk. Putting it next to your colleague, you were about to go get the cocoa to decorate the drink when Cathy called you again.

— Can you get me the almond milk?

— Why?

— It's what he prefers.

You blinked.

— Are you sure?

— Absolutely.

— Abel told me he liked his espresso with lactose-free milk.

Cathy looked at you with a mischievous smile on her face.

— Want to bet?

If there was one thing that fueled your race weekends, it was the small bets you made casually. It could be about the number of bottles of champagne you would serve that Sunday, which driver would take pole position, or simply the color of clothing Lewis would wear that day. It was all reason for you to come up with some bet whose prizes ranged from beer cans to even a night off.

— What?

— Cleaning of all hospitality tables in the next race week.

You thought for a few seconds. There were many tables.

— Deal — you extended your hand in a friendly shake with Cathy.

— I'll finish here, you take it and ask him, ok?

— Fine — you replied, going to get the cocoa from the hospitality kitchen.

With the coffee ready — and made with lactose-free milk after much insistence on your part — you walked upstairs to Toto's office, nervousness taking over your body. You had never stopped to realize that, aside from requests and occasional words of gratitude, you had never actually talked to your boss. "And now I'm going to ask him his favorite kind of milk", you thought, your pulse roaring in your ears.

Stopping in front of the door, you took a deep breath before giving two soft knocks and placing your hand on the knob. After a murmur that you interpreted as an invitation for you to enter, you opened the door, revealing the team principal sitting at his desk, eyes glued to his iPad. With his rectangular-framed glasses on the end of his nose and his team shirt with two buttons undone, he was the full picture of concentration.

Approaching slowly, you placed the saucer with the cup on the pale wood desk.

— Your coffee, Mr. Wolff — you said softly.

— Thanks — he muttered in response.

You hesitated for a few seconds, standing in front of Toto, who took the cup and brought it to his lips. “If you don't ask, you won't know”, you thought to yourself, swallowing hard. Then he raised an inquiring look at you, an eyebrow dramatically raised. Suddenly, your chest filled with something warm, cozy and at the same time frightening.

— Any problem? — he asked.

— No, no, no problem — you was quick to say.

— Then why are you standing there?

— Well, it's just that — you started to stutter, your hands getting cold — I…Actually, we…Yeah, I'd like to ask you a question.

He set the drink back on the table.

— So do it.

— Do you prefer lactose-free milk or almond milk?

Toto stared at you for long seconds.

— Why do you want to know?

You blinked.

— Do you want the serious explanation or the real one?

The corner of his lips curled up.

— Both.

— The serious explanation is that we, caterers, don't want to commit assassination attempts anymore — you said, bringing a smile to Toto's face.

— And the real one?

— Me and Cathy bet which milk you prefer in your coffee.

The team principal smiled, taking his glasses off his face.

— What is the prize?

— The loser cleans all hospitality tables in the next race week.

The smile got even wider.

— And you chose what?

— Normal, lactose-free.

— Then let Cathy know she's going to have a lot of work next week — Toto replied with a wink.

The bet you won ended up being the first step in getting you closer to the team principal. Between coffee orders and conversations in empty hospitality about your latest triumphs over your catering colleagues, the two of you started to have a relationship that went beyond the respect that the hierarchy imposed on you.

You were friends.

Not as close as you'd like, but friends.

Good friends.

— What was the bet this time, Y/N?

— The pole position.

— You bet on Max? — he smiled, taking the phone with its fluorescent yellow case from his pocket.

— Yes — you muttered.

— A pity — he replied, leaning back in the chair beside you.

— I thought you'd support me, Wolff — you said, with indignation — Not that you'd be happy about my misfortune.

— It's just that your disgrace means you can stay here longer with me — Toto replied with a sly smile on his face, making your cheeks flush.

One thing you'd discovered about your boss in those months of conviviality was that, in addition to being a handsome, intelligent, impulsive man, he was charming. “Extremely charming”, you thought, running your tongue discreetly over the lower lips.

The flirtation game between you had started with harmless compliments, which you responded to without any effort, after all, you were talking to Toto Wolff. However, as the words became bolder and your heart began to race each time he approached you to speak to you, your head lit up with a warning signal. "Get down, Y/N, you're just another employee", you kept repeating to yourself whenever you caught yourself daydreaming.

— Do you like my company that much, boss? — you asked, smiling.

— Yes, Y/N. I like you very much — he spoke softly, his chocolate eyes fixed on yours relentlessly — More even than I should.

— Just because I know how to make your coffee the way you like it? — you broke the conversation, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that ran through your legs towards your core.

Toto just smiled.

— As well. By the way, would you mind making me a cup?

You got up almost immediately, smiling.

— Of course not, boss.

Heading behind the counter where you spent most of your day, you quickly pulled out the ingredients to make the espresso. While the coffee machine was heating up, you went after the cup and cocoa to decorate. In just under ten minutes, you've set the finished drink in front of Toto with a smile on your face.

— Star and all — he commented, noting the company's star etched in the coffee foam.

— Of course — you replied, sitting down next to him again — As the boss deserves.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile before he raised the cup to his lips. As he sipped his drink, you looked back at the television, where the presenter was showing the order of the starting grid. Seeing the names of Lewis fourth and George sixth, you let out a sigh of resignation.

— What's it?

— Not a good position on the grid, right? — you returned the question.

— Do you think it's bad?

— If we pinch a podium with that shitbox you call a car, we're in profit.

Toto looked at you somewhat shocked by your words.

— Don't talk about W13 like that.

— I'm just repeating what you said yourself.

He took another sip of coffee.

— I still think you're being rude to the car.

— I prefer the word sincere.

— Besides, I'm sure we'll get a podium this weekend.

— If Ferrari destroys Charles and Carlos' race, maybe we have a chance. That's if their engine doesn't abandon them like it did in Austria.

Dropping his cup on the table, Toto turned to you, his face serious.

— I'm not talking about relying on luck, Y/N. We found the ideal configuration today. I'm sure we'll be on the podium tomorrow.

— I admire your optimism, Toto, but sometimes it's better to put your feet on the ground.

He gave a mischievous smile.

— Do you want to bet?

Your lips curved.

— What?

— That we'll be on the podium tomorrow.

You shook your head in the negative.

— You're crazy, completely crazy.

— I'll bet you, Y/N — he said, in a firm tone — We're taking home a trophy tomorrow.

— What happens if you lose, which is the case tomorrow? — you provoked.

Toto brought his face closer to yours.

— I'll do whatever you want — he said softly.

— What if I lose?

— You will do what I want.

— Bet — you gave a smile, getting up and reaching for him to shake his hand, in order to seal that informal contract between the two of you — I hope you're ready to lose.

Rising in front of you, you lifted your eyes to face Toto, your expression carrying a certain arrogance. That bet was in your bag.

— We'll see, Y/N — he replied, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

The next day, you barely had time to think about the conversation with Toto the night before, such was the movement in hospitality. Running around, serving guests, cleaning tables and helping the staff in the kitchen, you didn't even see the moment the race started, a few feet from where you were.

The reactions of people gathered in the space in front of the screens installed on the walls of the structure were your only point of reference for what was happening on the track.

— Nice start from George! — someone cheered.

— What the hell is Ocon doing? — a man complained.

— My God, Leclerc crashed! — a female voice exclaimed.

— Ferrari fucked up Sainz’s race — a woman snarled.

You only managed to stop to look at the screen when you finished pouring a few glasses of champagne at one of the tables in front of a screen. Tucking the tray under your arm, you noticed that Lewis was firmly in second position, while George was just over half a second behind Sergio with the virtual safety car almost gone.

And there were less than three laps to go.

— Y/N — you heard Cathy's voice call out to you, but you waved your hand for her to wait. It was clear that George was preparing to catch the Mexican from Red Bull Racing. And you didn't want to miss that for nothing.

— George is trying to get as close as he can to Sérgio Perez before the end of the virtual safety car — the narrator announced, causing all conversations to cease within the hospitality.

— Looks like someone was caught sleeping — the commentator said, as the silver car darted around the corner, passing Sergio's car with ease. The maneuver caused the environment to fill with applause, screams and whistles. Watching the Brit increase his lead into third place, you smiled briefly.

Until the image left George and focused on Toto.

Watching the race from inside the garage, the team principal was dressed in his usual dress, with the sleeves of his white shirt pulled up to his elbows and rectangular-framed glasses balanced on his nose. Toto was talking to someone on his left side when he realized he was being filmed. Looking boldly into the lens, the impression was that he was staring at you deep in your eyes.

And then he winked.

— Son of a bitch — you muttered, heading toward the bench where Cathy was standing without taking your eyes off the screen, the lap counter indicating that the race leader had just opened the penultimate lap.

— Did you say something, Y/N?

— No, Cathy — you forced a smile, placing more glasses of champagne on your tray.

— Are you sure? — you heard your colleague ask you, as you looked back at the television, which showed George rounding turn six with the Mexican driver on his heels. “Maybe he can hold the position”, you thought, carrying the tray with more glasses of champagne to the guests.

— And Max Verstappen opens the last lap here at Paul Ricard! — the narrator announced, causing the conversation to escalate even more, as if their words could make Lewis and George move faster.

The silver car with the number 63 on it took off along the main straight, towards the first chicane, while Sérgio continued to look for a space to overtake the Englishman, without success.

— Come on, George! — a man shouted at the screen.

Dropping the tray onto one of the tables, you couldn't concentrate on anything other than the race. Biting the inside of your cheek, you watched the dramatic dispute between the two cars with the chill building up in your belly.

— Hold him, Russell! — another boy exclaimed.

George was brilliantly defending himself against the onslaught of the number 11 veteran, not looking the least bit nervous about the pressure the Mexican was putting on him. If on the straights the W13 lost the advantage, on the corner exits the Englishman shot up, increasing the hundredths between them.

— Almost there, almost there — a woman said beside you, nudging the corner of her thumb with her teeth.

— While Pérez tries to make one last attack on George Russell, Max Verstappen, after starting in the front row, sees the checkered flag and, for the second year in a row, wins the French Grand Prix! — the narrator's voice echoed through the speakers scattered around the hospitality.

However, the agony was not over.

As Lewis crossed the finish line, taking second place, everyone was apprehensive about the half second difference between Sergio and George.

Another attack on the last corner.

— Go, go, go — you muttered.

— And it's a double podium for Mercedes, with George Russell holding on to Sérgio Perez for third place!

Hospitality erupted in screams and whistles, even louder than before. The guests were simply in an uproar. You applauded with a smile on your face, almost in disbelief at what had just happened. After a terrible six months for the team, that double podium tasted even sweeter.

— Y/N — Lena yelled at you in the midst of the commotion — I need you here!

Taking one last look at the screen, which showed the two silver cars parking in front of the number 2 and 3 signs, you returned to the bench, where Lena asked you to go upstairs and organize the meeting room where the debrief would take place after all the ceremonies were done, interviews were given and photos taken.

With a bale of water bottles in hand, you climbed to the second floor of the structure, walking down the short hallway to the frosted glass door that gave access to the space where Lewis, George, their race engineers, as well as the performance and Toto would reunite after all the celebrations

You had just set the bottles down on the table when you remembered the bet. You had definitely lost and by a good margin for him. However, what bothered you was not the defeat, but the reward that you had agreed upon. You had committed to doing whatever he wanted.

“What the hell can he ask of me?”, you thought, positioning the bottles in front of the chairs, along with the scratch pads and black pens emblazoned with the silver star. Possibilities began to pop into your mind, one stranger than the other.

Spend an entire weekend serving him coffee.

Clean the hospitality toilets.

Staying late the rest of the weekends, taking care of the structure.

Being forced to wear that hideous graffiti-style shirt for the rest of the season.

“I bet he's going to be creative”, you thought as you finished opening the blinds and windows of the meeting room. With the space prepared, you were walking towards the stairs when you ran into him.

Toto.

— There you are, Y/N — he flashed a wide smile that made your chest fill with heat — I was looking for you.

— You were? — you asked, a little awkwardly.

— Yes, I wanted to talk to you about our bet.

— But don't you have a debrief to do?

— I have some time left, Lewis and George are still talking to the press and the engineers are exporting the data.

You stared at Toto, not sure what you should do. Then he stretched out his arm.

— Could you accompany me to my office?

— Yes — you replied, walking past him and heading towards his office inside the hospitality. Entering the cubicle, Toto closed the frosted glass door behind you before walking over to his pale wood desk and leaning against it, eyes glued to yours. Anxiety built in your belly with every second the team principal spent studying you.

— Well, what do you want me to do? — you finally asked, pressing one cold hand against the other.

At your frankness, Toto laughed.

— You're direct — he noted.

— Someone has to be.

— I like that about you — Toto added, making your cheeks heat up.

— Thanks? — you said, not sure if that was the right answer.

— You're welcome.

You looked at each other again in silence, Toto's chocolate eyes roving over your face, as if he was considering what to say.

— Back to the point, I accept my defeat — you finally said.

— That's good.

— But considering our agreement, I need to know what you want me to do.

An almost devilish smile appeared on Toto's lips.

— Do you have any idea?

You blinked.

— Don't you know what you want me to do?

— I know, I just want to know what you thought.

— Well, among the possibilities considered are spending the entire weekend serving you coffee…

— It's what you already do.

— Cleaning the hospitality toilets…

— Definitely not.

— Staying late at hospitality for the rest of the season…

— That's a good idea, actually.

— And being forced to wear that graffiti-style shirt for the rest of the season.

— You don't like that shirt?

— It's hideous, Toto.

— I think it's cool for a more casual event.

— Still ugly.

— It's a matter of perspective, Y/N.

— Ask Lewis if he'd wear it and you'll know if it's a good shirt or not.

— Lewis showed up shirtless in Miami, he's not any parameter.

— Okay, it could be for George.

— He only wears striped shirts.

You laughed.

— Have you noticed too?

— It's impossible not to notice — Toto replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The movement of the veins under the white skin made you swallow hard. “Control yourself, Y/N”, you thought, looking up back at his face.

— Well, did I get close?

— No — he said, slowly getting up from the table.

— Not even a little? — you asked, feeling your heart beat faster inside your chest.

— Not at all — Toto stopped next to you, his face hovering over yours.

— So tell me…

— What?

— What do you want from me, Mr Wolff? — you asked in a low voice.

Instead of answering you, you felt Toto's fingers brush your arm, slowly moving up your skin. The touch made you feel a shiver run through your body, but you didn't dare move, your eyes glued to his chocolate irises. His hand crept up your shoulder toward your face, his thumb brushing your cheek.

— A kiss — Toto replied, in a whisper — I want a kiss from you.

A blue screen appeared in place of any coherent thoughts in your head.

He wanted to kiss you.

Your boss wanted to kiss you.

Toto Wolff wanted to kiss you.

— Of course, if you want to — he added — If not, I can choose something else.

You blinked.

— No — you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach growing — You don't have to choose anything else, Toto.

— Are you sure? — he questioned you, touching the tip of his nose at yours.

— Why?

— Because if I kiss you, I don't know if I'll be able to stop — Toto said, his other hand sliding around your waist, stopping flat against your lower back. The feeling you had was that you could melt at that very moment.

— Then I'm absolutely sure — you replied, inching the last few centimeters toward his lips. Expecting a fierce kiss, prompted by the long months of teasing, you found yourself surprised by the delicacy with which his mouth touched yours. Timidly, his tongue asked for passage and your taste buds were flooded with the taste of the champagne Toto had probably drunk in the garage along with the team.

Sweet.

Acid.

Addictive.

The deliciously slow exploration you made of the team principal's mouth was reciprocated through his hands, which roamed from your lower back to your butt. Pulling your body against his, his fingers played with the fabric of your team dress, which you'd made a point of wearing often since Toto had said you looked good in it. “Always for him”, you thought, your fingers squeezing his shoulders until the knots turned white.

Pulling your face away from his, you felt him press his forehead to yours, the panting of the two of you being the only sound in the cubicle.

— Y/N — Toto whispered.

You opened your eyes slightly and smiled.

— Yes?

— I just realized I lost the bet too.

— What do you mean? — you asked, chuckling.

— I told you we'd have a car on the podium. And we had two.

— And?

— You can claim your reward as well. What do you want me to do?

— Can I ask for anything? — you looked up innocently at Toto.

— Anything, Perle — he whispered, the thumb that had been on your cheek sliding toward your lips, contouring the reddened skin from the friction. Then you parted your mouth, reaching far enough for his finger to enter your mouth, without taking your eyes off Toto.

Tracing the digit slowly with your tongue, you let your hand slide down his chest. Feeling him move his thumb inside your mouth, you brushed your teeth lightly over his skin as your hand continued down until your fingers felt the leather of the belt he wore. All it took was your fingernails to lightly scratch the edge of his pants for Toto to get the message.

— Y/N — he said through gritted teeth, taking his finger from your mouth slowly.

— What?

— Use words. I want to listen.

You bit your lip lightly, the butterflies in your belly long ago replaced by a scorching heat.

— I want to taste you. For real.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

— Do you want to taste me? — Toto carefully repeated the words.

— Yes — you replied, your fingers playing with his belt buckle — I want to.

— You know I don't have much time, don't you?

— You said yourself that Lewis and George are with the press and the engineers are exporting the data in the garage. I think we've got enough time for you to fulfill your end of our bargain — your hand lowered a little further, feeling for the first time his stiffness through the fabric, a wave of arousal coursing through your body — And I don't think it would be nice for you to show up hard at the debrief, would it?

Toto bit his lower lip hard.

— What do you want me to do, Perle?

You looked at a point behind him and smiled.

— Sit in your chair — you said, bringing your face close to his.

Almost immediately, Toto took your hand and pulled you toward the black office chair, slouching into it. Looking up at you, he seemed to be waiting for your next move. Or your next order.

— Unbuckle your belt — you said, the tone in your voice oddly firm. His fingers quickly moved to the black leather belt buckle, undoing it with ease. With an obstacle out of the way, he looked at you again. Approaching him, you splayed your hands over Toto's thighs, your fingers lightly squeezing the muscles through the fabric.

— Unzip your pants — you said, kneeling between his legs. He obeyed immediately, his fingers undoing the buttons and unzipping his pants quickly, revealing his boxers underneath. At the sight of his cock outlined by the white fabric, you bit your bottom lip.

— And now? — Toto asked.

In silence, your hands slid down his legs towards the point that interested you. Scratching your fingernails lightly against the skin just above the elastic band of his underwear, you looked up at him again, finding Toto staring at you intently, waiting for your next move or your next command to him.

— You will be silent — you took the fabric and pulled, revealing his completely rigid cock — While I taste you. Can you do it for me, boss?

You wrapped your fingers along his length, moving your hand along it a few times, testing the waters. Searching his face, you noticed a small roll of his eyes as your thumb circled his tip, smearing the pre-cum that was already oozing out of him. At that reaction, a smug smile appeared on your face.

— Winning turns you on, boss?

— Yes — he said softly — It turns me on a lot.

— I noticed — you muttered, your thumb tracing the path of a vein that pulsed along his shaft.

— But that's not the case today — Toto said through gritted teeth.

— No? — you asked, moving your hand again along his length.

— Today it's you, Y/N — he gasped, squinting to keep from making a sound, as you'd ordered.

— Are you turned on for me just today? — you raised an eyebrow before taking the tip of your tongue to the vein you had previously run your finger through, lightly feeling Toto's salty taste. “This man is a delight”, you thought, watching his face twist into an expression halfway between satisfaction and agony.

— Y/N, I'm always horny for you. Every time you wear that dress, every time you — he started to answer you, in an attempt to explain himself. However, you shut him up with one quick movement, placing him completely in your mouth.

You heard a deep sigh of satisfaction fill the cubicle as you began to suck him more vigorously, moving your head along his cock, the tip of it brushing your throat with each thrust. Concentrating on that moment, you didn't even notice when his hand landed on your head. However, all it took was for his fingers to pull the strands of your hair, in an attempt to control the rhythm with which you sucked him to you to take him out of your mouth and lift your face to Toto.

— No hands, boss — you said — It's my reward, remember?

Toto stared at you, completely dumbfounded. Realizing he just didn't say anything, you took another vigorous lick down his length, eyes glued to his.

— Use words — you repeated what he had told you earlier — I want to hear from you.

— As you wish, Perle… As you wish — Toto gasped before you took him between your lips again, your tongue dancing along his cock as your cheeks dipped around his shaft. Looking up at him, you noticed he was still looking at you, lids fluttering as he resisted the urge to close them to enjoy the pleasure you were offering him.

The feeling you had was that you were the most powerful woman in that place.

And all you needed was to kneel.

— My God… Perle… You… Your mouth — the team principal babbled as the office filled with the sounds of your mouth against him. Toto was definitely not being silent like you had asked him to, however, you couldn't care less about that. Hearing his growls, accompanied by his looks, begging you to keep going, made you want to satisfy him even more.

Accelerating the movement, you brought your hand to his member, in order to help your mouth in the task of bringing him to orgasm. And it was at that moment that you saw whatever resistance he had mounted crumble.

— Fuck… I… Oh my God — Toto gasped, his eyes lost, his mind stumbling over the words as he tried to form some coherent sentence — Perle… I'll…

You continued to move at a relentless pace, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Your saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth as your eyes filled with tears. But Toto was so close. And so were you.

Then he came, a strangled growl leaving his throat as yours was filled with his semen, hot and thick. Swallowing it down diligently, you finally took him out of your mouth, running your thumb along the corner of your mouth to wipe away the saliva that had collected there.

Realizing that Toto was still catching his breath, you decided to put him back together again. First, you put his cock back in his underwear and zipped up his black pants, taking the opportunity to check that not a single drop of his cum had landed on the black fabric. Finally, you carefully rebuckled his belt. Then you looked up again at Toto, who was watching you intently,

— Y/N — he said quietly.

— Yes, Toto?

— Can we make another bet?

— What do you want to bet? — you asked, lifting yourself off the floor, your knees reddened.

— That I'll put both cars on the podium again.

— And what do you want if you win?

— I want to taste you. For real.

You leaned on the arms of the chair Toto was sitting on, bringing your face to his.

— Bet — you replied, kissing him again.

#toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #wlffog #f1 one shot #formula 1 one shot #oneshotwlff

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Honestly, I think that Haley Long from the American Dragon Jake Long TV series, Janna from the Star VS The Forces Of Evil TV series, Luz Noceda and Amity Blight from The Owl House TV series and Cedric The Sensational from the Sofia The First TV series would interact quite well with one of @boingodigitalart’s dream teams which consists of Webby Vanderquack, Lena Sabrewing and Violet Sabrewing from the DuckTales (2017) TV series and Morgana Macawber from the Darkwing Duck (1991) TV series who all are enthusiastic about magic.

After all, as shown in the episode ‘Switcheroo’, Haley is a shapeshifting dragon who is quite the rule follower and does quite well in school and, as shown in the episode ‘Family Business’, she did pretty good in her dragon training. So, I think that Haley would help Webby, Lena, Violet and Morgana study every written record they could about how magic works and would also get along quite well with Webby in particular considering that Webby also loved learning and also did pretty good in her own training as a fighter as shown in the episode ‘From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22!’, where Webby learned quite well from records about Scrooge McDuck’s adventures and was quite a big help to Scrooge when it came to helping him fight his way through all the obstacles in their path and fending off Black Heron. So, I think that Haley and Webby would like to spar with each other and help improve each other’s fighting skills. And, given that, as shown in the episode ‘The Doppelganger Gang’, the dragons from the American Dragon Jake Long universe have the ability to make copies of themselves as well as, as shown throughout the American Dragon Jake Long TV series, the ability to fly and breath fire, I also think that Webby would like to help Haley use those dragon abilities to the utmost efficiency in a fight. Also, given that, as shown in the episode ‘Escape From The ImpossiBin!’, Webby was able to use German paper cutting to trick Huey and Dewey by making a paper cut out of her silhouette look like her shadow and that, as I pointed out earlier, Haley did pretty well in school, I think that Webby can teach Haley to use skills like German paper cutting to confuse her opponents. And given that, as I pointed out earlier, Haley was quite a rule follower who prefers following school rules and that, as shown in the episode ‘Escape To/From Atlantas!’ Webby was also, at least usually, quite a rule follower who wasn’t quite used to going against her grandma Beakley’s wishes, I think that’s another reason Haley and Webby would get along quite well since they both usually prefer following the rules.

As shown in the episode ‘Bon Bon The Birthday Clown’, Janna is quite an enthusiast when it comes to the concept of magic. So, I think that Janna would really like to learn a thing or 2 from Morgana since, as shown in the episode ‘Fungus Amongus’, Morgana is a skilled sorceress. Also, given that, as shown in the episode ‘Rest In Pudding’, Janna also seems to have a collection of magic-related trinkets, I think that she would really want to see any real magical artifacts that Webby, Lena, Violet and Morgana find. As a side note, I think that Webby, Lena, Violet and Morgana would be quite fascinated if they were to see that when the version of Janna from the Janna VS The Forces Of Darkness fanfic had Marco Diaz use a book scanner on the Butterfly family’s Magic Book Of Spells to get its contents on phone, its contents were somehow transferred to her phone instead of copied to it. And given that Violet, as shown in the episode ‘Friendship Hates Magic!’, is quite book smart and is also smart when it comes to magic, I think that she might be able to figure out why that happened. And I think that Violet would take into account the fact that, as shown in the @therussohousehold’s Janna VS The Forces Of Darkness fanfic which was inspired by @skleero’s Janna Vs. The Forces Of Evil AU, the Magic Book Of Spells apparently counted being scanned by an overhead book scanner as being read thus temporarily bringing its spells to life and that would probably make sense to Violet since, given how book smart she is, she would probably know that an overhead book scanner’s camera (and cameras in general too for that matter) operates similarly to a person’s eyesight since both involve taking light that bounces off of the objects they’re viewing and converting it into something electrical. And I think that Violet would theorize and take into account that the Magic Book Of Spells probably creates some sort of magical link between itself and its owner given that, as shown in the episode ‘Book Be Gone’, the Magic Book Of Spells seems to recognize the person who reads it as its owner and prevents anyone who doesn’t own it from writing in it. And Violet would also realize that a book scanner would technically fit neither category since it’s just a device and thus doesn’t count as a person at all and that the book scanner would be taking light that’s bouncing off the Magic Book Of Spells. So, based on all this, I think that one theory Violet might come up with is that, if some of the book’s magic had piggybacked on the light bouncing off the book, then that probably created a magical link between the book and the light bouncing off it. And, based on that, Violet might conclude that when the book scanner’s camera took that light and converted it into electrical data, it converted the Magic Book Of Spells’ contents along with it and that it didn’t also happen with a person’s eyesight because it adapted to their consciousness since the book recognizes its owner but a book scanner has no consciousness to adapt to. Violet might also come up with another theory by picturing the Magic Book Of Spells as a dot labeled Point A and anyone (or anything) who reads it as a dot labeled Point B with the magical link that the Magic Book Of Spells makes with its owner being the line between the 2 dots. In the case of the Magic Book Of Spells and the person who owns it, Point A and Point B are indeed connected together by the line. In the case of the Magic Book Of Spells and the person who doesn’t own it, there’s no line between Point A and Point B to connect them. And in the case of the Magic Book Of Spells and a book scanner that doesn’t count as a person at all, the book’s magic got confused and thus did something in between by making a line that was connected to Point A but, instead of also being connected to Point B, the line pointed at it and led Point A towards it like an arrow just like how the Magic Book Of Spells’ contents were led into the book scanner and then into Janna’s phone.

As for Luz Noceda and Amity Blight, I think that Luz and Amity would get along quite well with Webby and Lena respectively in particular. In the case of Luz and Webby, I think that they would get along quite well because, as I pointed out in my Compare/Contrast of Webby Vanderquack and Lena Sabrewing And Luz Noceda and Amity Blight post, both of them are quite optimistic as shown in the episode ‘Witches Before Wizards’ where she was quite optimistic when it came to being a witch’s apprentice and learning magic and, as shown in the episode ‘Daytrip Of Doom!’ where Webby was quite about going on an outing with Huey, Dewey and Louie. And, in the case of Lena and Amity, I think that they would get along quite along quite well because, as I also pointed out in my Compare/Contrast of Webby Vanderquack and Lena Sabrewing And Luz Noceda and Amity Blight post, they’re practically kindred spirits since they both had abusive parental figures who tried to kill their loved ones as shown in the episode ‘The Shadow War Part 2: The Day Of The Ducks!’ where Lena’s aunt Magica used Lena and tried to kill Webby who Lena formed a very close bond with and as shown in the episode ‘Escaping Expulsion’ where Amity’s mother tried to stop Amity from forming attachments with Luz, Willow and Gus and also almost got Luz killed in an Abomination demonstration. And I think that Luz and Amity would be very enthusiastic about helping Webby, Lena, Violet and Morgana learn more about magic. And speaking of learning more about magic, I think that Webby, Lena, Violet and Morgana would be quite fascinated by Luz’s Glyph magic which, as shown in the episode ‘The Intruder’, is about drawing magical symbols that symbolize certain elements and bringing those elements to life when the symbol is tapped and also quite fascinated by Amity’s witch magic which, as stated in the episode ‘The Intruder’ works because of the witches’ somewhat unique anatomy. And I think that Lena might get creative and see if there’s a way to combine Glyph magic with witch magic since, as shown in the episode ‘The Beagle Boy Breakout!’, Lena tends to think outside the box. And they would probably also be fascinated by how the Glyphs, as shown in the episode ‘Escaping Expulsion’, can be combined to create certain spells.

As for Cedric The Sensational, I think that he would get along surprisingly well with Morgana since, as shown in the episode ‘Cedric’s Apprentice’, Cedric formed a bond with Princess Sofia despite wanting to steal her magic amulet at first and, as shown in the episode ‘Fungus Amongus’, Morgana formed a romantic attachment to Darkwing Duck. So, both Cedric and Morgana grew attached to their enemy in some way. And I think that Cedric might also help boost Lena’s morale with her magic when she’s having trouble with it since, as shown in the episode ‘Substitute Cedric’, Cedric was able to boost an entire class’s morale with their magic training during his Never Forget The Sorcerer’s Secret musical number by telling them to never give up. Lena would probably take Cedric’s advice since, as shown in the episode ‘Nightmare On Killmotor Hill!’, she was able to stand up against Magica De Spell by persevering through her nightmares with the help of her loved ones and not giving up. But Lena would probably also find it strange that Cedric would use a musical number to convey the lesson. Also, I think that Webby, Lena, Violet and Morgana would like to theorize about the Amulet Of Avalor given what Cedric found out about it in the episode ‘Hexley Hall’ which was that the Amulet Of Avalor’s powers change depending on who is trapped inside it.

#disney #american dragon jake long #haley long #star vs the forces of evil #janna #the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #sofia the first #cedric the sensational #ducktales #ducktales (2017)#webby vanderquack #lena sabrewing #violet sabrewing #darkwing duck #morgana macawber

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When Stef Met 'Lena

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Elena was laid off from her last job due to her boss unable to pay her any longer. Elena had been searching for a job ever since, and then she discovered The Salvatore Industries. They were hiring or looking for a receptionist. Just the job for her. They had been her savior, she desperately needed this job. Rent money doesn’t come from out of thin air.

Elena Gilbert is described by many as stubborn, hard working, kind, and gentle. From a young age she strived to at least try when attempting at something which she carried with her into adulthood. And according to Caroline Forbes that was exactly what Salvatore Industries needed. Heart, kindness, and the strive to work hard. And that was exactly the receptionist they needed. Not what most people expect right? A receptionist needed those qualities? Yes, at The Salvatore industries they wanted and needed good people, people who carried about what they were doing. And Elena Gilbert was the perfect candidate.

There was this musical ringing, the phone rang several times before Elena reached it. She picked the phone up and answered with “Hello?”

“Elena hi! I have wonderful news you got the job! Your first day is tomorrow please meet me at The Salvatore Industries near the front lobby. The address once again is 523 Mystic City Avenue. Can’t wait to see you then!” Caroline beamed and hung up the phone.

Elena felt relief wash over her and then dread. Elena rubbed her temples in exasperation “She didn’t tell me who my boss is? Oh well this is gonna be fun,” Elena tried calling Caroline back again to get some answers to her questions but to no avail she did not answer. She tried again and all she heard was that loud and weird beeping sound when you call someone and they’re on the phone with someone else. Elena was irritated but instead of focusing on the negative she goes and calls Bonnie.

Elena dialed Bonnie’s phone number 876-435-778. All you could hear was the ringing and how it paused and started to ring and pause once again until Bonnie picked up.

“Bonnie guess what!” Elena exclaims enthusiastically.

“You got the job!”

“Yes I did! I got the job!”

“That’s amazing Elena! I’m so proud of you!”

“Aw, thank you Bonbon.”

“You're welcome! Tell you what, how about I drop you off and it’ll save you the trouble of using more gas.”

“That sounds like a plan Bon, also apparently I start tomorrow.”

“That’s quick, but I can still drop you off, don't worry.”

“I should have known it wouldn’t be able to get rid of you that easily.” Elena teased.

“Hey!”

“Kidding.” Elena giggled and Bonnie laughed alongside her.

Bonnie and Elena finally arrived at The Salvatore Industries. Bonnie parked in the parking lot, “Here we are.” Elena looked at the building nervously. “Don’t worry, You’ll do fine!” Bonnie gushed. Elena grinned at Bonnie feeling confidence wash over her.

“Take a deep breath and keep your chin up.” Elena smiles softly and replies with “I will, don’t worry.” Bonnie smiles and says her goodbyes as she rides off leaving Elena by herself. Elena takes a few deep breaths, even though she already had been in the building it didn’t ease her nerves. But she tried to do what Bonnie wanted her to do. Keep her chin held high. She walked towards the building. Was it larger than the first time she saw it? No, but it felt larger.

‘It’s just my first day, what could possibly go wrong?’ “Ugh who am I kidding?” Elena lets out a sigh and walks in the building. The moment she steps in the building a man greets her. He’s tall, he has black hair, pale blue eyes alongside a pale complexion as well. He gives her a cold and hard look. She wonders ‘Is this my boss?’ ‘If he is, this is gonna be interesting to say the least…’

“l know what you're thinking, I’m not your boss.” Elena nods slowly but then looks even more confused,“Then who are? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” “I do mind actually!” Elena looks down in embarrassment. “I’m sorry sir, the women who interviewed me didn’t tell me who he was or anything like that. She said she would meet me here.” “Leave the poor girl alone, she didn’t know there’s no shame in that.” The woman she interviewed me a few days ago says, I believe her name was Caroline if I’m remembering correctly. She leans her head to look at Elena and replies with “Come with me, it’s time to meet Mr.Salvatore. And don’t worry it’s not your fault for not knowing it’s mine entirely for not telling you.”

Once they had moved to the elevator away from the man. Elena whispers “Thank You.” “For what?” Caroline asks, confused. “For saving me from him, he does not like me very much.” Caroline leans closer and says “He doesn’t like anyone.” Elena giggles and replies with “That makes sense.” Caroline smiles back at her. Just as Caroline pressed the button for floor 102 a man stopped the elevator before it closed. The man walked in and walked towards Caroline smiling gently at her. ‘He seems sweet and cute. Wait what if this is my boss? I can't think like that!’ Elena mentally scolded herself for thinking in that way’ ‘He had dark blonde hair, forest green eyes that had a romantic glint that shined brightly, and he had a soft smile that lit up the room. Oh my god, Elena! Stop thinking that he could be your boss once again!’ Elena thought to herself. He stood by Caroline and conversed in small talk with her “Good morning Caroline! I never did get the chance to ask you but how has the interviewing been going?”

“Well, Mr.Salvatore it's especially great since she’s standing right behind you.” Stefan whipped his head around to get a better look at Elena. His gaze softened when his eyes met her. He smiled at her, charmly. He reached his hand out, motioning for her to shake his hand. She gladly took his hand and shook it with just the right amount of firmness. When Stefan touched Elena’s hand he must have felt how gentle it was while when Elena touched him she must have felt how soft it was. They’re eyes never left one another, they were like in this haze of admiration. They both thought to themselves ‘You can’t think like that she’s/he your co-worker!’

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss…?”

“Miss. Gilbert, Elena Gilbert. And it’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr.Salvatore.” She smiled kindly at him and he smiled back with just as much warmth.

Caroline intervened and asked “So are you ready for the tour, Elena?”

Before Elena could respond Stefan answered “Why don’t I show her around, you already have done so much,” He grinned at her, “Well, Thank You Mr.Salvatore you're very considerate.” She smiled back at him.

The elevator dinged and Elena and Stefan moved out of the elevator. “Elena?” Caroline called, “Yes?”

“If you need anything, don't be afraid to let me know.” Caroline gushed sincerely, grinning brightly at Elena.

“I will Caroline Thank You,” She smiled back at Caroline with just as much sincerity. You could see it now, the start of a new and wonderfully blossomed friendship.

“Anytime.” Caroline pressed the first floor button and the elevator, leaving the pair alone.

Elena turned to Stefan “Where do we start?”

Stefan turned to look at her as he said “My office, your area, and a few other places as well.”

“Where’s my area?” Elena asked.

“In the lobby area, where you came in there’s the front desk and that’s where you’ll be working.” Elena nodded in understanding.

Stefan led her to his office area, “This is my area or my office area.” In the background of his office you could see his book shelves full of so many different types of books. And his desk was in the middle, it had this glossy look and it was a shade of dark brown. “Wow, it's beautiful.”

“Why Thank You. That’s very kind of you.” Elena smiled at the complement.

“Now, let me show you to the lobby area,” He smiled softly at her as he led her back to the elevator. They both stepped in and he pressed floor one.

“You know Elena-” Stefan started, turning to look over at Elena. “You don’t strike me as someone who would be a receptionist.”

Elena smiled softly to herself, she must have felt her cheeks blushing as she looked down, “Life got in the way and it was expensive, and I felt like I could do good becoming a receptionist even if it’s in a different way than I wanted to originally,”

“What did you want to be when you grew up, Mr.Salvatore?”

“Ironically enough at first I wanted to be a Doctor as well.”

Elena lifted her eyes from the elevator door back to his eyes,“Why didn’t you?” She inquired.

“This company needed me especially after my father died and I couldn’t look away. I had to help.” Elena smiled with genuine compassion as she praised “Mr. Salvatore you are truly a kind man and a compassionate one too. That was quite noble of you most wouldn’t do that.” Elena voiced gently, Stefan looked at her with his vibrant smile and gleaming green eyes and thoughtfully replied with “Thank You, Ms.Gilbert you truly have a kind soul and I am lucky to have someone like you here.”

“No, it's quite the opposite. I'm honored to be working here because I was laid off from my last job and I was worried I wouldn’t find one this time for rent, but luckily I did. In the way you all were my savior I couldn’t Thank You all enough.”

“I’m glad you will be working here especially since we need someone like you, someone who cares.” Stefan praised, passionately.

Elena smiles at the compliment,“Well, Thank You Mr.Salvatore you’ve been so welcoming and caring I can’t help but feel excited to start.”

“I’m pleased to hear that.” He said with humility. Stefan was quite grateful she was going to be working here, ‘I wish we could find more people like her kind and caring, I’m just thankful she is here,’ ‘I’m very grateful I got this job, I have a good feeling about this job,’ They both simultaneously smile to themselves wrapped up in their own thoughts that was until the elevator dinged and they were back at the first floor. Elena jerked a little, Stefan looked over at her worry spread across his face. “Are you alright?" He asked, with panic in his voice. He placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Sorry, I was too wrapped up in my thoughts.” Elena placed her hand on her chest, trying to regain her composure. He smiled at her researingly and she smiled back feeling a sense of warmth fill her chest.

He turned to look back at her as he led her to her desk. “Here we are Ms.Gilbert.”

“Thank You Mr.Salvatore for your help,” She replied politely.

“Anytime Ms.Gilbert let me know if you need anything at all.”

“I will, Thank You Mr.Salvatore.” Elena said, and Stefan walked away heading toward the elevator, planning to go back to his office. Elena watched as Stefan a sigh escaped her lips, she must have felt a tinge of blush come across her face as she turned away and started to focus on settling in her new desk area.

Just as she sat down someone came up to her, It was a woman. Elena asked, “How can I help you?”

The woman was timid but still spoke up “I-I was wondering if I could schedule a meeting with M-mr.Salvatore I’m one of his clients.” She said, shakily.

“Of course,” Elena looked at the calendar behind her and noticed July 7th was open for meetings. She grabbed a pen and wrote ‘Meeting with-’

“What’s your name ma’am?”

“My n-name is Alexia Branson.” Elena wrote her name on the calendar, “You're all set Ms.Branson, give us a call if you need anything.” She smiled warmly at the women and she thought to herself ‘I have a great feeling about this.’ She smiled to herself as she watched the lady leave and she went back to work.

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This is my IG Top 9 and i want to post it also here because this year is so much important for me.

And i'm sorry but i will write in french because this is so much easy for me 😅.

J'ai eu une merveilleuse année 2023 et j'ai envie de la garder précieusement dans ma mémoire. Il y a eu des hauts et des bas bien sûr mais j'ai l'impression que ma vie a changé et ça fait du bien de se sentir vivre pour quelque chose.

1 La Garde de Nuit et Ouest Hurlant.

J'aime mon association, j'aime notre communauté, j'aime nos retrouvailles parfois un peu trop éloignées mais on est toujours là au fil des ans. Les salons de livres sont toujours de bons moments et Ouest Hurlant a été un très bon moment.

2 Joker Out et son fandom

Dire que Joker Out a changé ma vie est un euphémisme. Et si le groupe est merveilleux, j'aime surtout la communauté qui existe et qui s'est formée autour d'eux. Je suis plus active sur Twitter qu'ici du coup j'ai parfois du mal à retrouver qui est qui et j'en suis désolée mais mon voyage solo aux Pays Bas m'a permis de rencontrer de merveilleuses personnes et de rentrer les bras plein de cadeaux. Merci à vous, merci à @zadig-of-fate pour les lives instagram, merci à Lena, Anya et @luluxa , merci à tous les fanartistes, merci à tous les auteurs de fan fictions. Notre fandom est parfois compliqué à vivre, mais je l'aime.

3 Londres

Je suis fan de l'eurovision depuis de nombreuses années mais c'est 25 ans après en être tombée amoureuse que j'ai enfin assisté à mon premier concert ayant un rapport avec ça.

Je suis allée à Londres, j'ai pris l'avion et je suis allee voir Joker Out, quelques jours de vacances et des souvenirs plein la tête.

4 Amsterdam

Puisque j'étais bien partie pour casser toutes mes habitudes, j'ai passé 4 jours à Amsterdam pour Het Grote Songfestivalfeest. Un super concert, une ville merveilleuse, je suis morte de froid mais c'était génial.

5 Joker Out La Haye et Amsterdam

C'était fabuleux. Bien mieux qu'à Londres puisque cette fois il y avait toute la discographie, mais surtout j'y suis allée seule, j'ai passé des journées entières dans les files d'attente, je me suis encore plus gelée et vous savez quoi ? Ça valait absolument le coup. Chaque seconde était merveilleuse, j'ai rencontré Jan et Nace après le concert, j'ai des photos superbes (pas celles où je suis dessus bien sûr) et j'ai déjà hâte de recommencer.

6 Jean-Laurent del Socorro

Mon auteur préféré réussit à se faire une petite place avec cette photo où je montrais tous les livres que j'avais de lui. C'est à dire tous et même certains en double.

Et pour l'année prochaine ? Et bien on va continuer comme ça. J'ai besoin de reprendre un peu la lecture et faire quelques salons de livres.

J'espère retourner à Londres, pour voir Sudden Lights cette fois. Et puis il y aura Utrecht, Anvers et Glasgow (si je ne rajoute pas d'autres dates de concert au milieu) pour revoir Joker Out.

Continuer à bouger, chanter et vivre.

Bonne continuation à vous aussi, et que le monde soit meilleur pour tous 💜

#game of thrones #house of the dragon #joker out #amsterdam #london #top 9 instagram #jean laurent del socorro #ouest hurlant #jan peteh #nace jordan #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #jure maček

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queenofstelena · 6 months

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