#and there's so many colours and so much life and he's just having fun w his bros wow did u know i love lee junho did u

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

QUARTER-FINALS MATCH 3

Claude propaganda:

"To say Claude has trust issues is an understatement—you have to spend half the game earning his. (Claude isn't even his real name!) Once you have it, though, he's absolutely ride or die for you until the stars go out. He is so full of heart and ambition: He wants both sides of his heritage to get along, he wants to open borders and eliminate xenophobia and promote equality between commonfolk, and deep down, I think he craves a partner to stand with him at that new dawn, or an equal who sees his vision for the future and will fight for it just as hard. Nobody believed in him when he was a kid, but if you put your faith in him, he'll return it tenfold. Some people don't like that he's calculating, or has to leave the player character at the end of the game to go back to his homeland, but both are necessary elements for his goals to change things. He will always come back, and everyone who bets against him and his love for his companions is wrong with a big fat W. #KhalidForMostDatablePrez"

"Claude is a fun little onion of facades. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he acts like he's carefree and without worries, an unscrupulous schemer--and so many in universe buy into that hook line and sinker. He's used to others viewing him with suspicion and uses it as armor to obscure his not-so-dark truth: that he cares immensely, that he values minimizing the loss of life, and that above all he has so much hope that people will fundamentally choose to do better given the choice.

His front guards a center that his conflict filled world would be happy to tear apart. As the child of people from two nations in constant conflict--one of which is explicitly isolationist and dehumanizes those outside its church's reach--he hasn't really had a place where he can be without his facade. As a child he thought he could run, but when confronted with the fact that this hatred existed no matter where he ran, he chose to instead try to create a more just and kind world.

His inability to let others in beyond his facade at first may lead to a sense of distance, but isn't it then all the more satisfying when you're allowed in? All he wants is a little trust, a little faith, and--like what he wants to give everyone--a chance to be better.

And like that you got a charming young lad with a fun personality that your grandma would be thrilled to have stay forever."

Milo propaganda:

“they were in the last contest sure but i feel like they could get farther. like they're literally a nonbinary grim reaper that's also an influencer and sure sometimes the influencer stuff can get kinda overwhelming i feel like it's very clear that they care about you and want to be around you. you guys go on a reaping date. their eyes and nail colour change based on their mood too and i think it's a really cute detail!! also SLIGHT SPOILERS but they even reference rocky horror in their special ending. they are perfect to me and i love them and i believe they deserve a second chance <3”

"Vote for Milo because they deserve it

They're literally so attractive

- They are a social media influencer

- They are obsessed with an adorable little kitty and will do everything in their power to make this cat the most beloved creature in existence

- They love makeovers and helping their friends rebrand (this includes working with Damien and the PC to help Jerry the Murderer rebrand so that they really has a brand identity)

- They are a grim reaper and even help the PC plan the PC's own funeral (special ending) and they give a great speech and it's super sweet

- They will sometimes take the PC on reaping jobs with them and shenanigans ensues

So in summation, vote for Milo because, as I repeat, they deserve it"

#claude von riegan #fire emblem #fire emblem: three houses #FE:3H #milo belladonna #Monster Prom #Monster Camp #Quarter-Finals #MDDC 2

[thisonehere]

hi! I'm not exactly sure if you're taking requests, but if you do then I have an idea!

Syzoth x gn/fem (whatever you feel comfy with)

where Syzoth sucks at flirting with *humans* and tries his best to use Zettarian ways to get other's attention but it doesn't work out at all, so he asks johnny cage for advice...

(it can be dabble or just headcanon, whatever you'd like. also thank you if you decide to write it down!)

OMG, YES, I'd love to!

Mating Season

A/n: Omg, I Love this idea. I hope I did it justice. Fun fact: I actually looked up some mating rituals which reptiles and other animals do for this, and I got an eyeful, so I'm traumatized lol. Tags: MK1, MK1 AU, Request, Fluff, Drabble C/w: fem!reader, afab reader, courting, mating rituals, maor confession

Syzoth has had feelings for you for quite a while, how could he not You were so loving and warm. You always made him welcome and loved, a much-needed comfort after the loss of his family. He loved being around you you never failed to put a smile on his face. He loves so many things about you that it would take hours to name them all. Others have noticed how head-over-heels in love with you he is. Kung Lao jokes about how you two will be walking down the aisle one day. Though Syzoth doesn't know what this "aisle" is or why you would be walking down it, but he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

But Syzoth feels unsure, he has just lost his family, or he has just learned of the loss of his family, how possibly could he move on from them so soon? But you are so amazing though, he can't get you off of your mind. He can't help but worry about what life would be like without you. His heart broke at the idea of you and him not being together, he had to try even if you didn't feel the same. After much, he decides to do it, he is going to woo you and, hopefully, make you his mate for life. When it comes to flirting, Syzoth only has ever known the Zetarrian way. But surely that is enough. Surely the mating rituals for humans are no different than it is for Zattarians.

The next moment he sees you he will immediately start the mating rituals. He'll change into his real form to display his colour patterns in their full glory hoping that it'll attract you, but you just compliment him and walk off. He then will go behind you and bump his chin on the back of your head to let you know that he's ready to mate with you, unfortunately, you just think he's being playful and laugh. It appears that his simple wooing practices is not working, so he takes things up more extreme measures. This include giving you dead animal carcasses (or what you hope were animals) as gifts, twigs, leaves and branches for you to make a nest, he introduces you to a nice cave where you can raise your young.

Syzoth is trying his hardest to win your attraction, even going as far as fighting and chasing off potential rivals for your affection even if they were his friends. He has attempted a mating call, but you ran away in fear of the demonic screeching that came out of his mouth. It soon dawns on Syzoth that nothing is working. In fact, he seems to be pushing you further and further away with his advances. He doesn't want to lose you, but he fears that he's scaring you. Everything that was seen as acceptable or good in his homeland seems to be seen as repulsive up here. This was much more complicated in this world than he had ever anticipated. Syzoth can't help but panic, he doesn't want to lose you, he loves you with every fibre of his being. He needs someone, anyone, to help him. Someone who what they're doing when it comes to flirting...

"Well, Well, Well, looks like a certain Romeo needs my help." Johnny Cage Cage said with a smirk as he welcomed Syzoth into his mansion. "I see after you finish helping whoever this 'Romeo' is, can you help me? I desperately need your aid in the wooing of (Y/n)." Syzoth said with a sense of desperation in his voice. "(Y/n), huh?" Johnny said knowingly with an impressed smirk. "She's quite the catch, I don't blame you for trying to tap that.". Syzoth shook his head at this "I've already tried the tapping, but it didn't work. Nothing I do seems to work." There was a sense of desperation Syzoth's, one which Johnny recognized all too well. "Well, you've been to the right place. The ladies love me. Just look at Kitana." "Didn't she break your nose for flirting with her?" "That's beside the point, what is the point is that I am THE ladies man. So if you wanna know to get with (Y/n), I'm you man." Syzoth leans in, both out of intrigue as well as desperation. "What must I do?"

It was evening time now at the Wu Shi Academy. You have found the perfect place to relax after such a stressful day. Though you could not admit it, you also came here in hopes of avoiding Syzoth. He has been acting strangely as of late, you don't know why. You were worried for him, he was scarring you and you didn't know what to do. He seems to be only acting this around you, why? Did you do something to upset him? Does he hate you? Maybe this was some weird Zettarian tradition that you didn't know about. You didn't know, all you knew you could do was give him some space for now, and maybe talk to Liu Kang if things got any worse.

Suddenly, you notice something in the corner of your eye. It was Syzoth. When you see him, you quickly rise to your feet and attempt to leave, hoping that he won't see you. "(Y/n)!" Dammit, he saw you. You turn around to face him, and as you do, you feel your heart racing. This always happens to you whenever you are in his presence, he just has this effect on you. You sometimes lose your train of thought with his smile, the way he says your name gives you butterflies, and many times you have to fight off blushing at every word he says. Syzoth finally catches up to you, you both stand there for some time awkwardly staring at each other, unsure what to say to the other.

Syzoth took a deep breath, he silently prayed that what Johnny told him was right. This was probably his last chance to court you, f he fails now then he won't know what to do next. He's already embarrassed himself around you enough. "I'm...sorry if I've been acting strange around you lately, I-I didn't mean to hurt you." He says with a calm and soothing voice, trying his best to put a charming foot forward. "It's just that you're so amazing and pretty-I mean beautiful-no-I mean- I wasn't-I'm sorry." He said in shame at fumbling his words. He looks at you in the eyes as he clears his voice "I have been acting so weirdly because I was trying to court you the way my people did. Johnny told me that's not how things worked up here, he told me to talk to you and tell you how I feel...well he told me to do other things too but I don't that would end well. Alright, here goes." He inhales and exhales just one more time before he continues. "I am in love with you (Y/n), you make me feel seen whenever you look at me, you make me feel safe when you hold my hand, and you make me feel welcome when you are by my side. Every moment I am with you is an ecstasy I cannot describe. I never want us to end. I wish to be with you for the rest of my days, possibly raise a family together, or not. All I desire is you, for it to be you who comes back to me, I want to feel your flesh against mine, I wish for you to belong to me and me to you. I want you, every last bit of you." He exhales in relief as he finishes. His eyes fall onto you as you process what you just heard. "Please don't break my nose."

It is a most painful second as he waits for a reply. His heart pounds within his chest, he feels sick for some reason, and his eyes stay on you as he pleadingly waits for an answer. At this point, Syzoth begins to lose hope. I have failed. He slowly and silently begins to concede. Perhaps this wasn't meant to be after all.

Syzoth opens his mouth, planning to apologise and leave. But you act first. You throw yourself into arms. Even though this sudden action leaves him confused, he does not hesitate to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. There is smile on your face as you pull away, you continue your barrage of affection by assaulting his face with kisses. Syoth holds you tighter as he returns you kisses. "I'd love to, Syzoth, but let's just takes things slow first." Syzoth only replied with a nod. The smile on his face said everything else. The joy he felt inside felt unmatched to any other feeling he's ever felt, the future suddenly felt brighter for him and you.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mortal kombat 1 #mk fanfic #mk fandom #mk fanfiction #fanfiction #mortal kombat fanfiction #syzoth #mk syzoth #mk reptile #syzoth x reader #johnny cage #mk johnny #mating #the circle of life #mating ritual #coupling #johnny cage being a wingman #romance #request #taking requests

[thebearchives]

lonely nights in monaco | PG10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x single mom!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

this is the second part of slow days in monaco, read the first part here.

WORD COUNT: 3.0k

SYNOPSIS: after meeting you and thomas, all pierre could think about was you. to escape his thoughts, pierre decides to go to club, only to you to show up in the same club, all alone after you got stood up on a date.

WARNINGS: the fluffiest fluff ever, pierre being an absolute mess in the beginning, mentions of thomas but no thomas x pierre content (sorry), french + translations, pierre calls reader every nickname under the sun because he is stupid and keeps forgetting to ask you for your name.

A/N: 100 followers!! sdim part 2!! who cheered??? thank you to everyone who interacted with slow days in monaco and asked for a second part!! i honestly had so much fun writing this part, literally having to pause so many times bc i couldn't handle how cute reader and pierre were lmao

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

the drawing done by thomas was put on display on charles’ fridge the second the pair of drivers had gotten home.

it was an endearing sight, and maybe a bit comical, with the colourful (and mostly coherent) mess of crayon scribbles standing out against polaroids of charles’ friends and family, and the slightly less coherent mess of chicken scratch that was charles’ grocery list. 

the number on the back of the drawing now found a new home in pierre’s list of contacts, under the name of thomas’ maman, after realizing he had never caught your name.

charles had laughed at him, telling him he could have read your nametag, and when asked by pierre, nodded to indicate that yes, he did in fact read it and yes, he did know your name. he refused to share it though, “you brought this onto yourself, mate. c’est la vie.” that’s life.

he’d contemplated sending you a text all day, going as far as opening a chat with you and drafting several different messages. each time he would erase it, slide up and clear the app. 

god, was it too early? should he wait for a couple of days before he sent you something? should he text you at all? after all, it wasn’t you who gave him your number, it was your son. 

pierre’s thoughts revolved around you and thomas for the entirety of his day, so consumed with his questions that he had waved off charles’ offer to go to the club with him and his girlfriend. 

your son, pierre had thought to himself, a kid who probably has a dad at home. his eyes widened at the sudden thought, holy shit, pierre, what the fuck are you thinking?

before pierre could freak out, another part of his mind had reminded him that the boy had given you his mother’s number for a reason. 

maybe because you’re a famous driver and he wants to talk to you, fuckface. 

but there was no father in the picture he had drawn. just you and himself, surrounded by the two drivers and their cars. that had to mean something.

pierre groaned into a cushion. even if that were the case and you were single, what were his intentions with you? 

he was sure you weren’t a short fling kind of woman, you had a kid to think about. a kid who had pierre wrapped around his finger without him even realizing it. hell, he had bought the kid a cookie before he even knew him. 

what a fucking idiot, pierre rested his head in his hands, what if he had been allergic to something in the cookie?

it was strange, really, to see pierre so distraught over a woman he had barely spoken to. to see him question his intentions for a woman he didn’t even consider a romantic interest. where were these feelings coming from? 

pierre abruptly sat up from his spot on charles’ couch. he needed a drink. he eyed the extra housekey that charles had given him after moving into his new place. what was the name of that club charles had mentioned?

about thirty minutes later, pierre found himself nursing his second drink of the night, sitting at the bar alone. he had arrived to the club just as charles had walked out, hand in hand with his girlfriend, who looked more than just a little tipsy. 

after a surprised smile and an explanation that he was going to take her home, charles was off, and pierre was once again alone with his thoughts.

he was only about halfway through his drink when a person sat down two seats down from him. a woman. 

his eyes dragged themselves up her body. first, her small black heels. then, her legs, that shined under the neon lights of the club. his eyes followed up the smooth silky material of her dress, fitting her like a glove, and yet still loose enough to be considered rather modest.

he’d choked, however, when his eyes reached her face. 

your face. 

he turned his head away from you, trying to hide his coughs, though his body gave away his struggle as it shook with every muffled hack. he could feel eyes on him, his ears heating up in embarrassment at the possibility that it was your eyes.

who would have thought, that of all the places he could have gone to, just to avoid thinking of you, you would show up at the same one? 

pierre pulled himself upright, the last of his coughing fit escaping him as he pretended to brush lint off of his pants. casual, yup, acting like he didn’t just cough up a lung at the sight of you.

“pierre?” even with the music booming over the speakers, he could hear your voice clearly.

the frenchman faked a surprised look when he made eye contact with you, “no way.”

‘no way’? are you fucking kidding me? of all words, ‘no way’, pierre wanted to punch himself, he had never been this bad at talking to girls before.

“way,” a small chuckle left your mouth. great, he thought, a laugh of pity.

you pointed to the barstool next to him, “is this seat taken?”

oh, fuck.

“no, not at all.” pierre willed his heart to stop beating so fast, hand gesturing to the seat next to him as if presenting it as yours to take.

you slotted yourself next to him, thanking the bartender as he passed you your drink of choice. 

“no thomas, huh?” yeah, no shit, pierre.

you let out a giggle, “no, no. i’m afraid he wouldn’t quite make it past the bouncers up front.”

after a sip from your drink you continued, “he’s with his grandparents tonight,” you held up your phone, the lack of notifications showcased your lockscreen clearly: a mirror selfie of thomas and yourself with matching tiger sheet masks, “and i haven’t gotten any calls from my mom yet, so i’m hoping that means he’s fast asleep in his bed.”

pierre wanted to ask about his father but refrained. he’d fucked up enough already, he didn’t need to make it worse. instead, he smiled, “cute lockscreen.”

your face instantly brightened and pierre felt like he was staring right at the sun, “isn’t it? thomas had seen them at a department store and begged for me to buy them for us so we could be ‘les tigres les plus cool du monde entier’.” 'the coolest tigers in the whole world.'

pierre and you made small talk about thomas for a few more minutes before pierre decided to bite the bullet and ask the one question on his mind, “so, what are you doing here? all alone, that is.”

“i could ask you the same,” you tipped your glass in his direction, a sly smirk painted on your lips.

“touché,” pierre started, “charles invited me to join him and his girlfriend, but i got here too late and now he’s tending to a drunk girlfriend and i’m here.”

you nodded at his explanation, “i got stood up.”

pierre spluttered for the second time in the same night, “you? stood up?”

you felt yourself experiencing deja vu from earlier in the day, handing pierre a napkin like you had done with charles, “you’re making it sound like that’s not believable.”

“because it is not, ma chérie.” neither of you batted an eye at the petname, “whoever stood you up is a fool.”

“well, you’d be surprised at how many men are fools, then,” you hid your slight frown behind your glass, “but it comes with being a mother, i suppose. no one wants you when you’ve got baggage in the form of a child.”

you quickly stuck your hand out, “not that i think of thomas as baggage. mon dieu, no. thomas is the best thing to have happened to me.”

pierre placed a hand on your back, thumb rubbing a small circle against the fabric of your dress. an act to show his understanding.

an idea came to his head, and on impulse, he stood up, telling the bartender to put your drinks on his tab and close it. his fingers tapped against your back, head beckoning for you to get up and follow him.

your questions fell to deaf ears as he tugged you out into the cool night air of monaco. unlike the club, the streets of monaco were rather quiet this night. 

before you could ask him once more, pierre answered your first, and arguably most important question, “we, belle fille, are going on a date.” pretty girl,

your cheeks darkened, “a date?”

pierre nodded, “you being a mother does not make you any less worthy of going out on dates and enjoying yourself. and i’ll prove it to you right now by taking you on the best date you’ve ever had.”

under the street lights, pierre could see the red that coloured your cheeks. a sense of pride bloomed in his chest. he was the reason you were blushing, and he liked it. a lot.

you hesitated for a second, before sticking your hand out, “consider the rest of my night yours, gasly.”

pierre smiled, hand slotting into yours perfectly, “prépare-toi à être étonné, mon amour.” prepare to be amazed, my love.

and amazed you were. from the moment your impromptu date with pierre begin, to the moment he walked you home.

the first thing he had done was take you to a diner entirely out of your budget. catching sight of your apprehensive look, pierre had squeezed your hand.

“you deserve to be spoiled, amour,” he had said. and he did, ordering the most expensive dishes and bottle of champagne, all while he explained to you how he had discovered such restaurant.

the two of you chatted about your personal lives, starting shallow and only delving deeper. 

you told pierre about your favourite colour, “originally, i was going to say that i don’t have one, but the shade of your eyes, well, it’s absolutely beautiful.”

pierre had blushed, averting his eyes from your face as he took a second to recover, “mon amour, i thought we had decided that tonight was my night to woo you. not the other way around.”

you had shrugged, a playful smile making its way to your face, “just being honest, is all.”

it was crazy to you, the way your world had turned a whole 180 in just one day. here you were, in a diner where waitresses probably made your rent’s worth of money in one shift, flirting with a famous formula one driver, the very driver you used to fawn over to your friends. 

when your food arrived, pierre had been chattering about his family and the plans they had made for the rest of his summer break. 

said frenchman had blushed profusely when you groaned in delight after your first bite. you, however, failed to notice, too focused on how the chefs were able to cook such delicious pasta.

at one point, pierre had noticed the splash of red that peaked out from the side of your mouth, thumb coming up to wipe it off for you as you rambled about the time you had burnt your pasta because two-month-old thomas had woken up and started crying.

you’d froze at the feeling of his warm thumb brushing against the side of your lip, your grip on your fork nearly faltering. pierre’s thumb had pulled away from your skin, the pasta sauce now gone from your face, but the rest of his curled fingers that grazed against the nip of your chin stayed. 

that had been the first instance of the night where pierre found himself staring at your lips, wanting nothing more than to place his own against them. 

instead, he wiped his thumb on his napkin, asking you how you had managed to get thomas to stop crying, acting as if nothing had happened. 

when time came for dessert, you had begged pierre to not order from the restaurant’s menu, 10 euros for a single scoop of ice cream had seemed entirely unreasonable.

“it’s gourmet!” pierre had argued.

“it’s bullshit,” you’d retorted, flagging down a waiter to ask for the bill.

the two of you had moved your date to the nearest mcdonald’s, a sundae placed in the middle of the table you sat at, a spoon placed on either side of the dessert.

the mcdonald’s had also been the second place where pierre found himself entranced by your lips. he had simply been admiring your features, eyes travelling down the bridge of your nose and to the cupid’s bow above your lips when your tongue had poked out, licking your bottom lip clean of the sweet ice cream.

in that moment, pierre found himself shifting in his seat, head filled with the most unholy thoughts as you continued to blabber about how you had learned in high school that humans had the ability to gain a lactose intolerance if they avoided all dairy products in their diet for a while, clueless to how the cheeks of the man across from you began to darken to a deep red.

pierre had proposed a late-night walk along the pier, something you had giggled about, watching his eyes roll in mock annoyance, before agreeing.

hands intertwined once again, the two of you walked down the harbour. pierre shared stories about the times he and charles had taken the yacht out and the absolute havoc they’d wreak. you shared stories of when you had been young, pointing to the biggest boats and telling your father that one day, it would be yours.

pierre had stopped you then, asking you to point to the boat you wanted the most right now.

“no, i know what you’re doing,” your arms were crossed and your eyes were narrowed, “a yacht is not something you can just buy.”

“chérie, it quite literally is.” he had laughed loudly at the way you rolled your eyes, heart warming when you’d shrugged his hand off your shoulder with a slight pout on your lips.

“you, mr. gasly, need to be brought back down to earth,” you had reached up and flicked his ear.

instead of cradle his stinging ear, pierre found himself reaching for your hand again, “then hold my hand and never let go.”

your next destination had been your last, and it had been a park. 

pierre tugged you to the open field, letting go of your hand to shrug off his jacket and lay it against the flat ground. he’d reached for you hand again after that, pulling you down to lay on his jacket while he laid his own body next to you, back against the dry grass.

“pierre, your shirt is white,” you sat up, “it’s going to get stained if you lay on the grass. take the jacket instead.”

pierre caught your wrist before you could pull the jacket from under you, “it’s okay, it’s not mine.”

his wide smile had caused a smile to grow on your face as well, allowing the frenchman to slide you back down next to him.

“i’ve always wanted to do this,” he had started, eyes playing connect the dots with the stars that shined above your heads.

“lay on the grass in charles’ shirt?” you had giggled when pierre let out a sound resembling a snort.

“stargaze with the most beautiful girl in the world.”

pierre’s heart stuttered when he watched you cover your face with your hands, propping his body on one elbow as he tried to pull your hands away.

“no, go away.” you had rolled over to escape his hands.

“mon amour, let me see your face.”

“no” your voice was muffled, words disappearing into pierre’s jacket and the earth beneath you.

“why not?” pierre’s hand found its way to your hair, fingers combing through the strands.

a quiet mumble escaped your lips, in absolute bliss from pierre’s ministrations.

“coeur, i cannot understand you when you’re talking to my jacket instead of me.”

heart. you felt your chest squeeze at the new petname, head turning slightly so your lips weren’t flat against the frenchman’s jacket, “i don’t want you to see how red you make me. c'est embarrassant, i feel like a school girl with a crush.” it’s embarrassing,

“then live out your teenage fantasies with me,” pierre placed his hand on your shoulder and you allowed yourself to be turned onto your back, eyes meeting pierre’s.

“okay.”

pierre’s eyes had found their home on your lips again, but instead of stare, he had closed his eyes, leaning forward. your eyes followed suite, the blissful feeling never leaving you even for a second.

his lips met your forehead, a quiet murmur being spoken against your skin, “tu me rends fou depuis que j'ai posé mes yeux sur toi ce matin.” you've been driving me crazy since I laid eyes on you this morning.

“imagine ce que j'ai ressenti en te regardant sur le grand écran pendant des années.” imagine how i felt watching you on the big screen for years.

the rest of your night had been spent cuddled in each other’s arms, fingers pointing at random shapes in the starry sky. 

you didn’t know when you had fallen asleep, wrapped up in pierre’s arms, feeling the safest you had in a long time. pierre, himself, had hated to wake you up, but it was late and he wanted to get you home safely.

hands connected for the last time that night, pierre took you home. smiling softly when you wiped your eyes only to snap your eyes open when you realized you had smudged your mascara. 

pierre’s thumb wiped under your eye lightly before resting on your temple. the rest of his fingers uncurled, wrapping around your head to pull it closer once more. 

his lips met your forehead again, this time longer than the last. he replaced his lips with his own forehead, eyes connected to yours.

“bonne nuit, mon étoile.” goodnight, my star.

it was safe to say that pierre had done more than just prove you were worthy of going out on dates and enjoying yourself. 

pierre had made you feel loved.

#pierre gasly x reader #f1 driver x reader #f1 imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly 10 #pierre gasly x you #pg10 #pierre gasly fluff #charles leclerc #alpha tauri #fluff #ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ writes #f1 imagines #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula one #sdim #1k

[lenacosse]

Pretty girls

pairing: amy santiago x female reader

cw: alcohol, mentions of vomiting, angst, cheating?

word count: 1,632

summary: it’s your birthday and the squad surprise you, but what happens when amy gets too drunk and takes it too far? you were practically in love with her but you knew where you stood with her. (based on pretty girl by renee rap. also tempted to turn this into a mini story..)

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“Okay just let me put this blindfold on you.” Jake says putting a blindfold on you and leading you through a door.

You trip over his foot and can’t contain your laugh. “Jake this is a disaster just tell me where we’re going.”

“No can do (Y/N), anyways we’re here.”

Jake takes off your blindfold, and suddenly everyone jumps out yelling happy birthday. You can’t stop the jaw aching grin that plasters over your face, you scan the room, all your friends and colleagues are there. You had said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, it was your first one without your dad and naturally that pained you beyond explanation. But standing here you can only appreciate the love you feel.

“Thank you Jake.” You smile and hug him, you knew he was at least partially responsible for this.

“Alright shots!” Jake shouts, making the entire bar of your friends erupt to enthusiastic cheer.

You walk to the bar and you, Jake, Amy and Rosa throw back a few too many shots, but that was for tomorrow to regret.

“Happy birthday (Y/N).” Holt nods, you smile and return the nod. Holt may be way too professional but you appreciated him these last few months more than you could explain, and he knew that.

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A few hours into the night most people were beyond drunk, especially Amy who really let herself go tonight. Currently she stands on the bar top pouting tequila into peoples mouths.

“(Y/N)! Your turn.” Amy winks, you roll your eyes and put your mouth in level with the tequila. It burns its way down your throat and into your stomach, lighting up your system with immediate warmth. You felt a buzz of pure energy around you tonight, you couldn’t explain how grateful you really were.

Even Terry is enjoying himself tonight, and of course Gina has started a chant to get him to take his shirt off. You didn’t exactly expect him to do it, but the screaming of Gina and a few other women told you that he in fact did.

“Hey,” you hear from behind you, you turn to see Rosa. You smile.

“Hey Rosa.” Amy had gotten down from the bar, or in other words the bartender forced her down. So you sat on the barstools, Rosa doing the same.

“Happy birthday or whatever.”

You put your hand to your heart. “Rosa Diaz are you turning soft?”

“Never.”

You both laugh and order a drink together.

“Jake did a good job it seems.” Rosa says, finishing off her drink.

“Yeah he really did, I know you helped him. So thank you, I needed this.”

Rosa nods, “well we couldn’t leave you in your apartment. Personally that’s my ideally birthday plans but clearly not yours.”

You both engage in a conversation, Rosa must’ve really been in high spirits to actually have a conversation. Usually it’s complete silence, but you wouldn’t complain Rosa was surprisingly fun to talk to. That was until Charles came over and started talking about him and Genevieve’s colourful sex life which had you suppressing a gag and swiftly moving tables.

You took a minute to take in the night, Holt smiling caught your attention. You couldn’t help but feel uplifted by this. You loved your squad more than anything, and to see that they do in fact love you just as much almost brought tears to your eyes. A permanent smile was set on your face as you watched the conversations and interactions between others, you got so lost in it you didn’t notice when everyone gathered around your table and Terry walked out with a lit birthday cake. The awful singing filled your ears, but you could tolerate it for now. You blew out your many many candles that were on the cake, you could tell it was home baked, it was slightly wonky and questionably iced. It was probably Gina that made it, but you loved it even with its imperfections.

“Don’t tell us your wish! It’ll jinx you.” Amy slurred.

“I won’t don’t worry.” You response, she just giggles at you.

“Who wants cake?!” Gina yells, just taking a chunk with her hand. Jake then of course goes and does the same, you just shrug and let them have at it, after you’ve taken your own handful that is. Terry and Jake sit beside you, chowing down on the cake.

“I think Gina burnt this.” Terry says, you laugh as you hear the crunch of his cake.

“No it’s just egg shells.” Jake chimes in.

“Isn’t that worse?” Your face screws up.

“Probably.” Shrugs Jake, as he takes his next handful of cake.

“Keep my spot I’m going to the bathroom,” you say to Jake and Terry before making your way to the bathroom.

You hear throwing up and knock on the stall door from where it’s coming from. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Groans Amy.

“Open the door.” You reply and she does, Amy is on her knees with her head in the toilet bowl. You kneels down behind her and hold her hair as she finishes.

“Thank you.” She sighs and sits back against the side of the cubicle, you sit opposite her.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You reach into your bag and grab a half drank water bottle that’s been in there for god knows how long, you hand it to her and she happily drinks it.

“Having a good night?” Amy asks.

“Yeah it’s been nice,”

“Sorry for getting so drunk. I guess I was nervous for tonight.”

“Nervous? For what?”

Amy looks at you, her eyes lingering on yours. “I wanted everything to be perfect, for you.”

“I thought Jake planned this.”

“It was his idea but I done most of the planning.”

“Oh. Well it was perfect, thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

Your heart sinks a little as she says that, you felt like you had been punched in the gut. Anytime Amy gets drunk she’s all over you, every-time and you don’t blame her but it wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with considering you were practically in love with her.

“Are you okay if I leave?” You ask.

“No. Please stay.” Amy reaches to grab your hand.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

She smiles and moves to sit beside you. She leans her head on your shoulder and you both sit on the sticky bathroom floor, you look at your hands. You try not to overthink the situation you’re in, but this was typical, the pretty girls want to kiss the pretty girls when drunk. But when sober they dodge the situation, and this is what Amy is best at doing. Maybe she was confused.

“You know you’re my favourite right?”

“Your favourite?” You furrow your brows. “In what way.”

“Well I don’t know, you’re fun and you’re brave and you’re… hot.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah for a girl, you’re my girl crush.” She slurs. “If I was going to, you’d be the one I’d try.”

You hitch a breath as she says that, Amy may have flirted with you or been questionably close but never had she ever said anything like this. You can’t help but feel extremely conscious of her gaze on your face, you couldn’t face her so you stared ahead.

“What about Teddy?”

“He wouldn’t mind.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, you wanted to tell her that she was out of order. But you couldn’t help the smirk that appears on your face, you knew if you kissed her it would shatter you. But for the moment being you couldn’t think rationally.

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because I’ve thought of kissing you.” Amy says, she grabs your jaw and makes you look at her.

“Why? Do you think I’m just an experiment?”

“I never said that.” Amy moves closer, your faces barely an inch apart. Your stomach drops as you try to control yourself. You wanted to grab her face and kiss her, but that wasn’t a good idea.

You close your eyes as she moves even closer. She presses her lips to yours and you momentarily freeze, that is until you kiss her back. You put your hand on her thigh, her hand goes to your cheek. You both get caught up in a moment, your lipstick smearing across her now swollen lips. She pulls back and smiles.

“That was nice.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“But why?”

“Im not sure.”

Your heart breaks a little as she says that, you stupidly thought she was going to confess feelings. But that was a preposterous assumption. You look down as you fight off the tears you feel forming in your eyes.

“Im going to go.”

Before Amy could reply you leave the bathroom the tears were streaming down your face as you pushed through the crowd and exited the bar. You sat at the curb side with your head in your hands, you felt foolish and idiotic. Of course Amy would never like you back. But you couldn’t help feeling so damn used, being the token lesbian enabled this idea that you were simply a trial run. You had let yourself get hurt too many times because of this, Amy didn’t understand the damage of her actions and you definitely weren’t going to be the one to tell her. But you swore to yourself never again would this happen. You sit outside for close to an hour trying to rationalise your thoughts before going back inside, no one noticed your running mascara or puffy eyes. So you acted as if everything was great for the rest of the night. Then of course in the a.m the pretty girls act like it never happened and you go back to being Amy’s friend.

#fanfic #fanfiction #brooklyn 99 #amy santiago #light angst #amy santiago x reader #lesbian reader #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 fic #jake peralta #fluff

[skylinesnsunshines]

jude bellingham reading: personality

hi everyone! this is my first non-kpop reading!! i am so nervous but excited bc ive been wanting to expand my horizons for a while. i have another footballer lined up for a reading but feel free to request others if you are curious. please remember this is just for fun and i am just a girl w cards <3 ok thank you! hope u enjoy

personal readings

DISCLAIMER: this is all speculative and for entertainment purposes only, so take it with a grain of salt :)

(italicised is the card on the bottom of the tarot deck which is meant to represent the subconscious/blind spot of the situation + rx means reversed)

9 of pentacles, 9 of cups, 3 of cups, 9 of wands | athlete | house seven: profound relationships, intimacy, and romantic partnerships | snake

firstly i just wanna say wow with three 9 cards. from a numerology perspective with multiple 9 cards, individuals with this energy achieve success early on in their lives as 9 signifies completion, so although jude has many admirers, he unfortunately has people waiting for his downfall due to envy. this energy tells me that jude is a very lucky and well-rounded individual, i sense a feeling of nonchalant-ness as his talent and work ethic come so natural to him. the 9 of pentacles tell me that jude is someone who thoroughly enjoys the fruits of his labour, he could be someone who loves indulging in luxury wether that'd be food, travel, experiences, etc. i also get the feeling that he loves spoiling those around him. he could be someone who loves presenting himself as someone diplomatic, tactful and well-mannered. with the 9 of cups, i see jude as someone who is emotionally fulfilled and can be idealistic. this card indicates someone positive, optimistic, content and fulfilled, however i do feel that jude could be someone who wears rose coloured glasses and has a sense of naivety. i just pick up on very youthful energy with jude, sheltered to an extent as well. i envision him as someone who sees the good in people and prefers to focus on the positives than the negatives. now i literally laughed when i pulled the 3 of cups, as that tells me that jude could have a tendency to be very dependent in his relationship, whether that would be familial, friendship or even romantic. i sense that he is someone who is easily influenced when in groups and is more of a "go with the flow" type of person. he might struggle with doing stuff himself or trusting his intuition, as I feel he relies heavily on the opinions and perspectives of those around him to encourage him. this card also tells me that jude's a social butterfly, he could be the type to enjoy going out to parties, socialising and meeting new people. there's this energy of lightheartedness as I feel that he's a really compassionate and collaborative individual, he gives me the type to love doing group projects hahaha. he's someone who's very in tune with others' needs and can read a room very well. i think one of his biggest fears could be coming across as rude or insincere to others, which could be due to his upbringing. gives me the energy that he can be quite the hedonistic individual and approach life with a "glass half full" mindset. the 9 of wands as the hidden energy could indicate that jude is someone who is still unsure about himself. it makes sense since he's only 20, but I think sometimes when he thinks about his life/position too much he can get easily overwhelmed. it's obvious that he has lots of pressure, but I feel that most of the pressure is self-inflicted. he could also be overly cautious or paranoid, so any decision he makes he will always have multiple backup plans and avoid taking risks (he's a dream for his pr team lmao). i also get a feeling of restlessness with this card, and that this is the side of himself when he is vulnerable and that he rarely shows. i get the feeling that he is still figuring himself out and enjoying the lighthearted aspects of life currently. as he gets older I feel he will obviously mature, and understand himself more. but right now, he just seems very lighthearted and youthful (just like most boys his age rn) and that the "real deep stuff" will come to his realisation later in life.

the athlete card for the athlete!! what a surprise LMAO. this card describes an individual who is dedicated to transcending physical limits and develops personal willpower and strength of spirit. another thing I picked up is that jude could love feeling like the "people's champion" and he feels a large sense of fulfilment if he knows he has inspired people or influenced them. i also pick up on the energy that he loves working towards something physical, in this case, it could be towards his physical body as he feels satisfaction with tangible things. i see that he enjoys the competitiveness of his job, as well as "performing", but the feeling of him enjoying being people's role model is what motivates him more. again, the 7th house card which reiterates the 3 of cups points earlier, he really prioritises harmony and puts a lot of his worth in his connections with others. he could also be a libra rising cause he does give me that vibe. although this card does indicate romance and its importance, with jude currently I feel like he is prioritising his business partnerships with others and ways to elevate himself in that realm. the snake card tells me that jude is a charismatic and creative individual, he could have an untapped creative side. he could also be someone who jumps from one project or another, like start and stop multiple projects cause he has a lot of ideas.

so that's it for the reading! let me know if you have any feedback, questions or requests! my askbox is always open for a chat as well <3 sending you love and light always :) hope you enjoyed!

#football tarot #football tarot reading #real madrid tarot #real madrid tarot reading #jude bellingham tarot #jude bellingham tarot reading #jude bellingham astrology #jude bellingham astrology reading #soccer tarot #soccer tarot reading #tarot reading #astrology reading #tarotblr

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review IX

I feel like I just wrote the last Sunday Week in Review five minutes ago and like six years ago at the same time. Short work weeks and coming off the back of vacation really do mess with your sense of time.

Another short week ahead too, Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks who observe this holiday! 🧡

October has brought so many good stories to my dash that my drafts list is out of control and I still have so many good fics I haven't finished reading yet! Having said that, I've enjoyed the pause to jump in with these October x 500 prompts. It's been a jolt of inspiration/creativity that I needed.

Having said that, on with the week in review!

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

october x 500 (masterlist)

oct' x 01 - ruffled hair (joel x gn!reader)

oct' x 02 - apple scent (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct’ x 03 - full of colours (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 04 - walks in the forest (strings!joel x reader)

oct' x 05 - autumnal (dieter x gn!reader)

oct' x 06 - falling leaves (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 07 - chestnuts (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

W H A T  I  R E A D . . .

On Deck (One Shots) (Jack AU) by @something-tofightfor Just when I think I’ve gone through someone’s master list, I manage to find a gem and this is one of them. I have no clue about baseball, went to a game and had no idea what was happening no matter how many times someone tried to explain. However, I am 110% positive that if Jack was to explain the rules to me, I’d know him inside and out, oh and maybe a bit about baseball too. Gotta make sure those lessons get stretched out…

Bloom (Joel AU) by @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheetsThis was such a delightful opening chapter! Reader has their own flower shop, and just so happens our favourite Texan pays a visit. The characterization of Ellie almost steals the show from Joel’s meet-cute with Reader - I’m not going to spoil it, but I had to pick myself off of the floor after - just saying…

Working Title | Chapter 13 (Dieter) by @rhoorl I’m so rooting for these two! Both deserve a happy ending (in more than one sense!) and yet it seems there's those who want to bring them down or stand in their way. This update was a little angst, incredibly sweet and the last bit, well - I can't wait to read the next update!

Kinktober Day Two (Frankie) 🌶️ by @youvebeenlivingfictional I love the whole fun roleplay trop between established couples and this one does an excellent job of doing just that! Reader and Frankie are out at the bar having fun and, I'm not going to spoil it - go enjoy it for yourself!

Tip Your Server (Dieter) by @nothoughtsjustmeds This is just the best! Dieter and wife!reader on the night of his Oscar win and it’s just so much hilarity, sweetness & spice and the banter between the two is just the best. Please go read it, you won’t be disappointed, I promise! 

Kiss Me Quick (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This, how I love this so! It’s a love letter to the British seaside and is told through a day at the beach with the one and only Dieter. It managed to not only invoke laughter but homesickness too. I’d go to the seaside for a stick of rock any day of the week with Dieter. 

Sofa So Good (Frankie) by @secretelephanttattoo This was cozy, domestic bliss wrapped up as tight as my fingers would be in Frankie’s hair. This was a sweet slice of life and so done so well. A perfect cozy Sunday read if you’re looking for one!

Video Nasty I & II (Joel) 🌶️ by @sin-djarin I don't think I've recovered from these two yet... Oof, incredibly hot, incredibly Joel and incredibly read-again worthy! Also provided a fun memory of mine working in a video store and will Marcus be forever associated with a poorly titled porno? Yes. Yes he will be.

Paranoid Heart (Javier P.) by @goodwithcheese This was such a great opener and introduction to our main character and Javi. Now, if you're thinking you need to watch Narcos to read this, take it from me, Ms. Truly 'I think I've watched six episodes now but can't remember' Betty, you don't need to, because Megan is so good at immersing you in her characters worlds that you'll be well taken care of. Can't wait to see where this story leads us!

A Month of Sundays(Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love each and every one posted so far! There’s something to be said about drabbles, little slices of life etc., six-sentence fics - because they’re not as easy to write as you think. There needs to be some establishing of what’s going on, and while not a resolution - something to end on. These are all great insights into some established characters and some we’ve not met before and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the month brings!

No Panties, No Problems (Frankie) by @blackfemalenerd Frankie is an A-grade menace here and, oof is this hot? Please do yourself a favour and go read it and leave your comments - because I think we all deserve some more of this Frankie!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl Jess really knows how to weave multiple stories and character backgrounds together and take you through from start to finish and never feel like you've missed something or added confusion. This week's installment is no different! We've got it all packed into this chapter and I don't want to spoil anything, but please go check it out!

M E M O R A B L E  P O S T S . . .

The next guest appearance on Mulefalls Court @rhoorl

the grey sweatpants revelation

hands, hands and more hands

a visual from @maggiemayhemnj that I won't be forgetting anytime soon, and this one here where I might still be on the floor from

a good Tumblr 101 + reblog etiquette post from @morallyinept

Bob's Burgers fest started by @darkroastjoel

B R O U G H T  T H E  J O Y . . .

Just how lovely this community is - this week I've had so many great interactions with equally amazing people and I'm so happy to have found a home in this little corner and appreciate every one of you who comes and interacts with my blog and me in whatever capacity 💕

F R A N K I E  C A T ™️ . . .

I missed last weeks update, so here’s an update on Frankie Cat - she’s very much settled in. She is pretty laid back as her name sake, but sometimes her tiny humans can get on her last nerves, but baby Truly #2 and her are BFF’s (mostly because baby Truly is forcing Frankie to love her, like I would the actual Frankie…)

She also has to go back to the shelter today for treatment, as she’s not 100% a Truly until her spay (which if anyone has tips for care after I’m all ears) - hopefully she doesn’t get excited and think she’s finally getting away from us… sorry Frankie Cat, you’re one of us now. Even if you do rip my feet to shit. 

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Back in my Sons of Anarchy feels as I finally work my way through season seven (no spoilers or talk please, I've gone this long without a spoiler, I'd like to finish it out the same way)

Happy Sunday all! Here's to another great week! Feel free to share your favourite posts, stories, thots and whatever and never hesitate to tag me in it 💕

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review

[immortalmsmoon]

HEHRHRGRGRGEGRGRR

i loved the Yusuke and talk reader!!!!!

Do you mind if i request another for Yusuke???

If not, Yusuke w a reader/ S/O who started to make him lunches after noticing he hasn’t been eating much after the Madarame incident </3 poor boy :’[

Yusuke x Reader who makes lunches for him

A/N: this is so cute!! Thank you so much for requesting!!

Warnings: a little bit of talk about trouble eating, nothing to major though.

Wordcount: 469

the first time you give him one, he feels so special

even when he was with Madarame, Yusuke was the one feeding himself

the fact that you would put so much effort in to making sure he was eating made him so happy

he sits there with a small smile, his cheeks dusted in pink

After the Madarame incident, Yusuke really started to struggle with food because he no longer had someone to provide for him. he was also having trouble figuring out if he should spend his little money on art supplies or food, which caused his situation to get even worse

the fact that you noticed makes his heart feel like its about to burst, in the nicest way possible :)

It had been a week since Madarame had turned himself in. You knew Yusuke was taking it terribly. You could tell. Its not like it was hard to see.

he seemed paler than usual, and his eye bags were deeper, darker. He seemed tired. Even when he was at school he was different. Usually he was so full of enthusiasm, eager to cover a blank canvas in colour and give it life. Now he sat on his wooden chair, his eyes just as blank as the canvas. You had tried to talk to him many times, tried to tell him you were always there, that he could always talk to you; but he would blow you off, saying things like "Im fine. you need not worry, my love". But you knew him better than that.

which is what leaded you to where you are now. You glance at the clock. Its 11 pm. you know you should sleep, but what's one sleepless night in comparison to all that Yusuke as gone through? sleep could wait.

a blue plastic bento box sat Infront of you, filled with various snacks and foods you new he enjoyed. As long as it took you to make everything, it was a lot of fun to make everything look cute.

the only part you were nervous for, was giving it to him.

The morning passes by in a blur, and soon enough, its time to give Yusuke his gift. You place yourself infront of his desk.

he looks up at you, eyes curious. you slowly pull out the bento box, before placing it on your side of the desk, then slowly sliding it over to his side.

"W-whats this?" he asks, eyes wide. as soon as he opens it he's met with a delicious sent, one that brings a smile to his face.

His cheeks are red, and his smile is large, larger than you've seen it in weeks. he reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze.

"I love you, Yusuke." You whisper, squeezing his hand back.

"I love you more, darling" he whispers back.

#Yusuke #Yusuke kitagawa #Yusuke x reader #Yusuke Kitagawa x reader #persona 5 #yusuke persona 5 #persona #writing

[thesweetsvillainshowdown]

MAGOLOR PROPAGANDA: Magolor is a REALLY cool character. I think he's got a pretty great design, and there's a lot of great music associated with him. Go listen to "Settling a Score - Atone for One's Misdeeds" and "C-R-O-W-N-E-D", those are some of the best. Maybe listen to "Interdimensional Traveler" and "I'll Never Forget You (Memorial Arrangement)" too if you like those at all. Looking past design and music, he's a GREAT character. He has more dialogue than any other character, probably more than every character combined across the whole series, and just about every word of it is a joy. The lore drops, the silly puns, the explanations, learning to have friends, everything. It's all so GOOD. As a villain, I really like him. He shows up at the start of Kirby's Return to Dream Land by crashing his Interdimensional Boat Spaceship, the Lor Starcutter, and you spend most of the game gathering parts to help him repair it. He has you fight the dragon, Landia, who shot him down in the first place, but it turns out Landia was stopping him because he was trying to steal the Master Crown, a source of unlimited power that would let him rule the universe. He takes the crown and reveals his grand plan with a pretty great speech (which Kirby does not understand very much...) and leaves to set this into motion. Kirby, with the help of his friends and Landia, fight him. The Crown takes his body, turning him into little more than a shell, but Kirby shatters the Crown off of him. After this, his (playable and very fun!) redemption arc begins. He is trapped between dimensions, and all of his power is lost. He travels and gathers it all by collecting shards of a Gem Apple and with Magic points, along the way making lots of puns, pathetically holding onto villainy by saying things like "thank badness!" and eventually realising he LIKED having friends and remembers that he wants to make people happy (his life goal is to run a theme park). The shards of the Crown take over the (now fully-built) Gem Apple, and it takes form as a giant tree. Gathering all of his magic into a sword, he cuts it in half in a flashy showdown and redeems himself. He spends a while in a parallel world, and eventually returns to Kirby. He builds theme parks to apologise, accomplishing his dream in the process. He's happy now, but he's still quite mischievous! He loves to play pranks and add a bit of extra danger to his attractions. Also, he ties into a few Christian themes which I find quite interesting. The yellow in his design is there because it's the colour of betrayal in Christianity, Magolor Day canonically falls on a Sunday and the first one ever was an Easter, the room he keeps the Apple shards in is literally called the Room of Eden in the Japanese version of the game, and both the temptation of the Master Crown and his connection to apples could be taken as tying into this as well. He is also a JOY to play as in all three games where he is playable. Especially Magolor Epilogue, which is the one where he redeems himself. You upgrade his powers throughout it with lots of fun dialogue about it, and the levels and challenges are all a blast. I've tried my best to explain him, but if anyone reading this is interested: Go read his page on Wikirby! Or, even better, go and play Kirby's Return to Dream Land Deluxe if you have a Nintendo Switch! He is genuinely such a great character and I want as many people as possible to have a good time with him too!

I see! Well, you've heard the propaganda, now take your new knowledge and let it help you vote!

#ultimate villain showdown #the third ultimate villain showdown #villain propaganda

[helianskies]

Frain - 16?

you know what. i haven't written a ficlet for frain since the winter prompts last year. and this is perfect. here you go! >:)

Friends

“You know something,” Antonio begins as Francis sits down opposite him, having brought them both their second hot drink (a hot chocolate for Antonio, who really doesn’t need any more caffeine in his life, and a vanilla latte for himself). 

“I know a few things,” Francis quips. “Go on, though. What is it?”

“Well,” his friend continues as he claims his cup and starts to warm his hands on it, “I was just thinking that… I’ve been on a lot of romantic dates in my time, and yet, I still think the best ‘dates’ I’ve ever actually had have been with you.”

Francis is not sure where this has come from or why, but he’s curious. Antonio has had his fair share of liaisons and short-lived relationships, and has heard all sorts of stories. So he supposes that this thought of Antonio’s is a bit random, out of the blue, unexpected. 

“You’ve had some good ones, no?” Francis therefore remarks, before he gives his latte a taste—perfectly sweet. “They can’t all have been bad.”

“Francis.”

“Mmh? Yes, w— what?”

“We are sitting in a café. At a spa. For a ‘romantic weekend getaway’.”

“And what of it?” Francis responds (though, admittedly, he hasn’t thought of it like that, and feels a bit embarrassed that Antonio has pointed it out). “I had a voucher! I had to bring someone.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Antonio says, nevertheless. “I just think… on top of the spa, there’s the fancy meals out, the botanical gardens, the picnic, the pottery class, the art galleries, the family dinners…” A warm smile has bloomed on his face. “Why is it that you manage to take me on better dates than anyone I have ever actually dated?”

To that, Francis lacks any real response. He doesn’t know how to feel. He… can’t think of an instance where it’s ever been intentional, to invite Antonio to do so many different and fun things with him that, from the outside looking in, probably did look like romantic gestures. 

Upon reflection, though, Antonio is no less guilty of such things. 

Sometimes he turns up to Francis’ place clutching a bouquet of flowers (‘I just thought the colours would look nice in your kitchen’; ‘I remember you saying you like calla lilies…’). Sometimes he texts randomly in the middle of the day and says things like, ‘i heard there’s a new restaurant by the docks’ followed by a flurry of emojis of wine bottles and hearts and winking faces…

It’s like how Antonio would offer to do Francis’ hair before going out, to sit and listen as he offloads a bad day at work, to do some tidying in his garden (that is not a euphemism!) because it isn’t Francis’ priority. He’d even agreed to have a look at Francis’ car when he’d had issues with it starting, popping up the bonnet, playing mechanic for him. 

He’d gotten so messy, but had fixed whatever the issue had been, and… well, that is what friends do, no? Help each other? Have a laugh with each other? Go out with each other?

It isn’t that Francis doesn’t care for Antonio. He’s… He’s certainly had his moments of feeling like he cares too much for Antonio, like he’s overstepping or walking a fine line at best. But he doesn’t want to ruin what they’ve got. He doesn’t want to put twenty years of friendship at risk just because he may or may not sometimes believe he lo—

“Take me on a date.”

Francis sputters on his latte. He moves his cup away as he begins to cough, and Antonio hurries to pass him a napkin, apologising profusely for saying such a thing at what was clearly the wrong moment.

“It’s fine,” Francis replies, giving his mouth a quick wipe as he tries to compose himself. “It’s fine, it just— it just caught me off-guard, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry,” Antonio says again. “But I… I do kind of mean it, you know.” He gives a gentle sigh, and holds onto his hot chocolate again in both hands. “I dunno… Maybe it shouldn’t surprise me, but I just always seem to have more fun being around you than I have with… Well… Don’t worry,” he dismissed in the end. “Forget I said anything.”

But how can he? How can Francis pretend that he didn’t just say something like that?

Even though Antonio is trying to hide behind his drink, Francis feels that hiding is an impossibility for both of them. So, he reaches out and steals away Antonio’s hand, having to pry it carefully away from porcelain.

Despite Antonio’s wariness, Francis says, “Maybe we can talk about it later on, in our room.”

Antonio looks meek, if not disappointed. “For the best,” he replies. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

“It’s fine, really,” Francis assures him. 

He gives Antonio’s hand a pat—all he can think to do in the moment to try and comfort him, knowing that… things may now be awkward between them—before Antonio pulls his hand back, returns it to his cup, and instead decides to talk about their next shared session. A ‘sleep and reset treatment’. Maybe that is what they need. A reset. A hard reset…

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[fabraies]

TR CHARACTERS AS F1 DRIVERS — FT RAN & RINDOU HAITANI, SANZU HARUCHIYO, MANJIRO SANO

content — assigning each character an f1 driver & imagining what kind of driver they’d be + how they act at races w their gfs

notes —this is very impulsive and it stems from my recent obsession with f1 idk i thought it could be a cool concept and I don’t think anyone has done this b4 so here. as always reblogs are appreciated!!

RAN HAITANI

totally max verstappen. i feel like ran would tend to be a very impatient driver if he happens to lose control, and while he outwardly maintains a professional and calm image, he is a very reckless driver nonetheless, and this trait could very well be his undoing. One the bright side, his habit of getting angered over seemingly trivial things is proof than ran constantly strives for perfection, and works extremely hard to be the best driver on the grid.

the way ran would treat his girlfriend is where the similitudes between him and max end. In contrast to verstappen, i think ran would actually be very open about his private life and would not hesitate to show you off and boast about you in post-race interviews, on his instagram, twitter, literally everywhere. lucky you!

RINDOU HAITANI

charles leclerc. technically, I don’t think they actually would have a lot in common, I’m just saying that because I’m 100% sure that even if ran and rindou end up on the same team, there will still be rivalry going on. i know many people talk about how they’re literally super close and all, but come on. they’re brothers. there’s absolutely zero chance that there isn’t at least a tiny bit of competition between the two. Aside from that, charles is a very calm driver that constantly owns up to his mistakes and never blames the team; while I don’t think rindou would go to this degree of sympathy, i definitely think he’d always have a second thought for his team.

this is actually pretty funny, because I think in terms of private life & relationships, rindou would definitely resemble max more. definitely super private about everything, and doesn’t really talk about it unless he has to. he still loves you to bits though, he’s only doing this to protect you from the media.

SANZU HARUCHIYO

lando norris. both of them have rather colourful personalities (not considering sanzu’s is only like that due to drugs), and like to have fun. Confidence, wit and charm are their trademark, and that’s how both of them got so popular. Lando has talked about how he felt he wasn’t serious enough at times, and joked around too much, and i truly believe sanzu would adopt this exact attitude, the only difference being that he would never admit to it. Sanzu is definitely the type of guy to speak is mind, wether people are happy about it or not, and I’m sure he would have as big of a social media presence as lando. Overall, sanzu is a laid-back driver, with little concern about winning. As long as he’s on the podium.

to be very honest with you, i really can’t picture f1 driver!sanzu being in a relationship at all. As already mentioned, sanzu is a very laid-back person, and tends to be very unserious most of the time so either, A) his uncaring personality scares women away, or B) he breaks up with them because they don’t give him enough “freedom”. sorry.

MANJIRO “MICKEY” SANO

okay he really hit the jackpot with this one but I swear this is all objective: lewis hamilton. think about it: in the bonten timeline, mickey becomes bonten’s leader. Lewis’ disdain for rules totally matches up with mickey who technically doesn’t have to obey to any rules at all. Both of them are very independent and polarising, and don’t take bullshit from anyone. The only thing that I would say differentiates them from one another is probably lewis’ flashiness and lavish lifestyle. Mickey tends to keep more to himself, and wears the most mundane clothes to ever exist all the while being extremely wealthy.

When it comes to partners, I think Mickey would be like rindou or max, but like times ten. To be honest I don’t even think he would disclose anything about being in a relationship at all. He believes your relationship is something private, and nobody has the right to stick their nose into it.

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[sonicnewschannel]

Yooo we're doing questionares for the @sonic-oc-showdown ?? Cool!!

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Name: Echo

Species: Cat

Type: Shapeshifting

Alignment: Neutral Good (current) Chaotic Neutral (pre-amnesia)

Home: Sweet Treat Bakery, SmallTown (actual town name)

• How did you come up with the OC's name?

I had like 3 different OCs named Echo at a time, as a kind of placeholder. It just ended up sticking! Before that though, his name was Aura.

• How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

About 16!

• Do they have any love interest(s)?

She's in a relationship with a different OC of mine named Nea (short for Neapolitan), and has a close Queer Platonic Relationship with another OC named B0lt!

• What is their favorite food?

He loves strawberry things! (Though if you ask her, she'll just say whatever you like)

• What do they do for a living?

He works part-time at his girlfriend's sweet shop! Though her main profession is a secret, even to her!

• Do they have any hobbies?

She likes singing and reading and learning about history!

• What do they do best?

Echo is SUPER good at reading people and accurately copying their mannerisms and personality. He can also copy people's looks, but that's a bit more tricky due to how memory works when it comes to visual stuff like colours.

• What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Loves: reading, singing, finding out new history

Hates: having to search out her OWN history due to amnesia. He finds his own life much more boring and frankly annoying than other people's.

• What is one of your OC's best memories?

She doesn't have many to go off of, but it's a tie between him and B0lt catching fireflies and her ace-ing some hard test. He's not too sure why that one fills him with so much pride.

• What is one of your OC's worst memories?

She has a memory of her being in some type of tube with wires connected to her, and a group of people messing around with them until her form shifted. That one makes his head hurt

• Is their current design the first one?

Besides a few changes, pretty much! Unless we're counting the old designs of the oc I took this old design from, then no. GOD no. This is like the 7th one if we count that.

• What originally inspired the OC?

If I remember correctly, he was created because I REALLY liked this random anime character from an anime I never even watched? I still haven't found the character in question, though. Oh! Also because he had ice magic originally (why the fur is blue and white)

• What genre do they belong in?

Either a Mystery Comedy, or a Horror Mystery, to be honest. Depends on the vibes she's giving that day.

• What is your OC's gender identity and sexuality?

Genderfluid (Uses he/she). Mainly because haha cats are liquid but also because well. He's literally a fluid due to how his shapeshifting works. Get it? She's also demi!

• How many siblings does your OC have?

He was the oldest of 7. She doesn't remember much about any of them.

• What is the OC's relationship w/ their parents like?

He doesn't remember it being good. Her only memory of them is an arguement she cant remember the words of. Only that he ran out while they yelled.

• What do you like most about the OC?

God I love writing a character without worrying about them being out of character. She acts like whoever she's interacting with/copying and that's SO fun. Also writing someone else seeing that SOMETHING'S off with him but they cant tell what is something that can be so enjoyable

• How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I have so many doodles and mini comics but most of them are me throwing ideas into thin air. Maybe I'll share some of them during the showdown!

• Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I don't think I CAN kill him to be honest. Not to sound OP but I genuinely think she could live without most organs (although not. Un-painfully) due to her shapeshifting power. (This COULD change though, I'm still ironing out the kinks of how his stuff works.

• Does your OC have any phobias?

He's horrified of stasis. The idea of being locked/frozen makes him panic super bad.

• Who is your OC's arch-nemesis/rival?

She doesn't have one actually? There's this character I have called Hero who looks for him for mysterious reasons but that's about it.

• How long have you had the OC?

Since I was about 12! I only started actively using her in 2021 though.

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[the---hermit]

Enigma: La Strana Vita Di Alan Turing by Tuono Pettinato and Francesca Riccioni

I read this graphic novel many years ago now, and for a while I wanted to do a reread of this. I used the studyblr w/knives pride reading challenge as an excuse to do it, and I am really happy I did. I used this book for the yes,I'm queer, mind your business prompt. (I will post a proper update on the challenge once I read a couple more books).

As I said this wasn't my first time reading this graphic novel, but I read it so long ago I just had a faded memory of it. I am really glad I reread it, because although I loved it in the past I feel like rereading it now made my experience much better. In the years I have gained more knowledge on a lot of stuff, history, science, queerness, I feel like I got much more from this read this time around. It's a very simple graphic novel that tells the life of Alan Turing, from his school years all the way to his death. There is not a specific focus, not on his queerness or his work, it's about all the parts that made him up as a person, which I really enjoyed, because nothing is overshadowed by other elements, there's the right balance to show what his life was. This is not the first graphic novel biography by Tuono Pettinato I have read, I also have Nevermind, his work on Kurt Cobain (which I also plan on rereading). There's one thing I really appreciate about his works, his stories are not full of pity, but he manages to show the bad things with such empathy. I would describe his graphic novels as delicate, you can tell there's a lot of work behind them, and there's a lot of attention to details. I absolutely love his works, and I plan on getting his other graphic novels in the future. The illustrations work amazingly, I adore how he picked just a few colours throughout the whole novel. I feel like this graphic novel is a great way to learn about an historical figure, that is also queer, in a fun but stimulating way. I honestly do not know whether this book was translated in other languages, but if you have a chance to read it I absolutely recommend it. It's one of my all time favourite graphic novels, and I feel like I fell in love with it all over again.

There's a couple of things I wanted to mention that I don't know whether they count as spoilers or not, so just to be safe I put them under the cut.

As I was saying I am not sure whether this counts as a spoiler, since it's not a fictional story. What I always really liked about the way Alan Turing's story was told here is how they intertwined his love for Snow White. It is mentioned when he saw the movie, and how it was influencial for him, but then there's these little details that just tie everything together so well. How Hitler is drawn like the evil stepmother, how his collaborators are drawn like the dwarves, and finally how it all make the end of his life much more meaningful. The way he took his life (or was take out, who knows?) feels like an even stronger event after the care for these small details. The way the author nods to other fictional works is always something I appreciate in his works.

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[hxneyfaerie]

The Peachfield Chronicles Chapter Three

Introducing the Marlows

It's a sunny, humid afternoon in Evergreen Harbour. The warm sunlight filters through the town's industrious fog, casting everything in a burnt, sepia tone.

It would be beautiful, if it weren't for the thick air choking Quinn Marlow's throat, an unwelcome cloud filling her lungs. She coughs to clear her chest but it's no use, and she tugs at the collar of her sweater anxiously.

"Is it always like this?" she asks her brother Knox.

He shakes his head, scanning the street with a deep thrown etched into his face. "No, it shouldn't be... I believe this is the fault of the natives."

Quinn glances up and down the barren street. What natives?

The siblings have been wandering around the town for a while now and have encountered no more than the many bags of trash littered around the street. It's perfect for the kind of low-key life they've been planning.

"How much farther?" Quinn whines.

"Just to the end of the street." Knox tries to keep his patience; all of this is clearly showing to be a bit too much for Quinn to handle.

The street is lined by a uniform, grey strip of houses. There are no splashes of colour, or personality, or any signs of life in the neighbourhood. To their left, set further back from the pavement is an abandoned factory-type building that looms over the residential area with a sinister presence that sends a cold bead of sweat rolling down Quinn's spine. Knox drinks in the space surrounding the factory, imagining it flourishing with the greenery he had always associated with this planet.

"It's no Sixam, right?" Quinn asks bitterly, starting her slow, reluctant trudging down the street once again.

"Not quite, but it could be!" Knox easily keeps up with her pace, flexing his knees and revelling in the change of gravity. He feels less tethered to the centre of the planet here.

"Here we are!" he announces as they reach the last house in the strip. Exactly like the rest - a two-story detached that sits on the corner of their street, giving them extra yard space at least.

Quinn pulls a sour face and Knox battles to keep his teeth grinding to a minimum. She could at least fake some degree of acceptance like he was trying so hard to.

He hitches his bag up tighter on his back and leads his sister up the porch and through the front door.

"They could have at least painted it," Quinn sighs as she glances dejectedly around the bleak room.

"Well, uh, it turns out that the currency rate from Sixam to here wasn't quite as mother remembered," Knox admits weakly. "In the grand scheme of things, she didn't really leave us with much to take here."

Any rebuttal Quinn was preparing is soured at the mention of their mother. A pollination technician taken out on the job. Quite an underhanded tactic on Knox's behalf, really. She stares intently at the crooked skirting boards, chewing her lower lip.

Knox immediately feels the guilt roll over him, and throws an arm around her. "We will make this our home, Quinn! I promise." He gestures around the sparse living room. "Look, I got us an art stand so we can, uh... paint! And I know you've always wanted to try chess, so I tracked a board down. It will be fun!"

Quinn isn't quite sure that fun is the right word, but she makes an effort to quell the unhappiness and solider through for Knox. He seems to really want this move; whether it truly is for 'new experiences' as he puts it, or if he too couldn't bear to keep looking for their mother in a home she would never return to. But Quinn would have quite happily moved to the other side of Sixam, not to here.

Chess could be fun, though...

"Remember," Knox says, starting to potter around their new home. "Peachfield is different to Sixam. The inhabitants don't really know about our kind, so we'll have to stay in our disguises."

Quinn sighs and holds her arm out to inspect it closer. The pale peach skin is such a boring shade in comparison to her usual green. And what's with the light layer of fur that covers her all over?

Knox, anticipating the impending complaint, spins to face Quinn with raised hands. "I know, I know. You don't like it. It will all feel normal soon enough, we just need to stick it out a little first."

"I don't know about that..." she mutters under her breath. But she grabs her bag and heads upstairs to fill her grey little world with the last objects binding her to Sixam.

***

"Are you sure it's supposed to look like this?" Quinn calls across the kitchen. She holds her spoon up, letting the lumpy brownie mix slop back into the mixing bowl.

Knox looks up from his easel, placed strategically by the living room window, and pulls a face. "Uhm... I'm not actually too sure." He crosses the open-plan room to join her in the small designated kitchen space and inspects the box. "It says here to mix the batter... then put it in the oven." He scans the room and locates a box-like machine built in to the cabinets. "That would be the oven."

Quinn steps back and watches her brother pour the mixture into a square tray, before placing the tray into the oven and fiddling with the dials on the interface.

"Done!" He grins, holding up the plastic mixing bowl. "You can't put this in the oven, though... the material cannot withstand the heat."

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Just another thing on this stupid planet I wasn't prepared for."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have skipped all those integration classes," Knox jokes, nudging her lightly in the side.

She steps back from him and storms into the bathroom, slamming the frail door behind her.

No longer than five seconds after it shuts, Quinn sheds her new disguise and takes in her original form.

So much better.

Her green skin glows faintly, an ethereal effect that brings on a fresh wave of homesickness. Nothing seems to glow in Peachfield the way it does in Sixam. This planet is so dreary, so muted and stale. Its inhabitants have left it to rot and now for some reason, her brother is determined to fix the whole planet himself. And for what?

These same inhabitants are apparently so unaccepting that Quinn has to don this pasty disguise.

No.

She straightens her back and stares back at her reflection, searching her own dark eyes for the resolve she knows lies within. She will learn whatever she can from this place and do whatever it takes to find her way home.

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Plus, seeing a goofy girl confidently doing her little thing with her equally silly friends made me so happy I cried a little. Girls deserve to do fun things, like dance with their friends in front of the local supermarket, and not care about the rest of the world — the movie showed a real girl's behaviour.

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y'all ever watch Megamind one too many times and start seeing the effort put into it more and more? examples:

• opening scene: Megamind tells us about his upbringing in the prison and says they taught him right from wrong. When he (voice-over) says "right" the prisoners are showing him "wrong" by showing him a picture of an officer. This is already such a great way of showing conflicting moralities at the very beginning of the movie.

• the dresses: I bet that at this point most of u have already noticed/heard about Roxanne's dresses going from red to purple to blue, as her relationship with Megamind changes

• the eyes: I have never seen anyone talk about this before, which is strange to me because it's the first thing I've noticed. When the watch is used, the eye colour of the person underneath remains. So, we see Megamind's green ✨orbs✨ whenever he pretends to be the warden or Bernard. Even when Minion changes into the warden, we see his brown eyes. Later, though, Minion pretends to be Megamind and we don't see the brown eyes, which has always bothered me, but I suppose they chose to drop that to keep the public in suspense and all the colour changes were for the public to catch up. What we saw then, was what the characters see, I suppose (since I find it quite silly to not notice someone has a different eye colour, especially when you know them well).

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OK I'm going to do all my liveblogging in one post to not spam everyone's dash :)

- OK max's little shimmy between the ferrari was HOT

- OMG OMG OMG PEREZ OUT???? OUCH oooh I kind of feel bad he cannot catch a break!

- omg the slow mo of perez he was flyinggggg

- DTS is going to be all over this

- yuki and lando going up! :))

- landooooooooo my guy

- "you do feel for charles leclerc don't you?" yes I do :(

- yuki just having a little jolly in the grass at turn 1 hehe love him

- :( rip Aston Martin you will be missed

- NOR-TSU at the back of the grid proves all the cool kids sit at the back of the bus

- little overtake by Alex :)

- OK this is where I tuned in at the pub so I vaguely recognise this bit

- OK I'm confused how can they investigate charles car for being dangerous when they didn't show him the black and orange flag to tell him they found it dangerous?

- love the phrase lift and coast

- ooooh early verstappen bit

- ferrari knows their strategy is wack so they've stopped calling it Plan A, B, C etc

- max just looks smoooooooth in the overtakes

- yuki fastest lap! Greatest driver of all time

- did ferrari just let lewis undercut carlos?

- yuki overtaking 2 time world champion Fernando alonso? Greatest driver of all time

- IM SORRY WHAT?? RICCIARDO WOULD DO ANYTHING HE COULD TO BE WITH MAX??? OK THEN MAXIEL SHIPPER SKY F1

- there's been a lot of close racing this race im enjoying it :)

- ooooh georgie angry at merc

- perez doing interviews :( let this guy be alone for a bit

- sidenote my coffee tastes really good today

- I'm so proud of lando, he's done an amazing race today :))

- ferrari red is such a hot colour

- watching an f1 race alone is so much less fun than watching with my mum and sister :(

- ooooh double yellow

- oh shit what happened to the haas

- that's one crunched car

- is kmag OK?

- ooooh pit stops under yellow

- omg FIRE????

- it's slightly poetic kmag watching his car burn

- RED FLAG OH INTERESTING how will this change things?

- I love watching all the pit crews run

- oooh i love watching them talk to the engineers

- awww my dad brought me garlic bread <3

- that is one unhealthy looking barrier

- ferrari babes please change charles front wing

- YUKI!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH his hair is so fluffy

- what I had no idea Franz tost is leaving

- oooh lando is so hot with the fireproofs round his hips

- CHARLES OMG MESSY HAIR

- OK I love oscar to death but his messy post race hair isn't my fave but the little hair flick was cute

- OK are the stands way more empty? Did people legitimately leave after checo crashed?

- the FIA race control room is really a middle aged white man convention

- lewis is so cool 😎

- oooh checo interview OK I think he's taking it better than I thought he would

- oh lance is hot with that little hair ruffle

- perez is giving: never back down never what? Never give up

- my fave thing about red flags is getting shots of the crowd, makes me happy to see so many fans :)

- standing start with a hard tire oh dear

- bottas has very pretty eyes

- Oscar pulling funny faces for the camera LOVE OF MY LIFE

- my only understanding of what high altitude does to you is that one top gear episode in Patagonia

- this restart is messyyyyyy

- my brain is too tired to work out who did well from that restart

- OK lewis is doing well.... win in Brazil? My gran would love that

- oh lando I hope your car is OK

- Oscar vs yuki ooooh that's fun

- Lewis what a funky overtake

- Oscar vs yuki is less fun, please guys don't hit each other I love you both

- I don't really care about sainz vs russel can we go back to yuki and Oscar?

- lando is making mooooooooves

- alpha tauri is going welllllllllll

- omg no my laptop stopped working ahhhh

- bono loves the phrase "every opportunity"

- Hehe they said seb's name :)))))

- lando is cooking!!!

- Oscar vs yuki very fun again

- Oh nando retired :(( god that Aston is not it

- OMG NOOOOOO YUKI AHHH :(((((((

- we were on for yoints :(

- oooh what will mclaren do with lando and Oscar

- gasly vs bottas was a really nice little battle

- oh let me give yuki a hug :(

- estie challenging haas on the radio and it didn't work oh that's so funny

OK I lost all my notes from here to the end of the race :(((((((((( yes tears were shed, from what I can remember

- Albon points!!!!!!!

- :(((( on lances birthday as well

- WHAT AN OVERTAKE FROM LANDO NORRIS!!! KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH

- what a fun little race + jenson doing interviews!!

- ooooh messy hair max 😍 don't you dare put a hat on... oh he did :(

- awwwww the cheering for lewis, he is so loved!!

- honestly ferrari could have fucked that up way worse than p3

- love charles little hand on the hip stance during his post race interviews

- people booing charles :(((((((

- lewis and max having a little debrief in the cool down room - I'm so glad they're getting on after 2021

- AHAHAHAHA OMG MAX IN THE HAT OMG AND ON THE CAR IVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFE

- charles looks hot

- max and Charles spraying champagne on each other 👀

- so excited for Brazil :)))

- they showed seb in the montage <3

- I just sneezed and bit my tongue :(

I really enjoyed liveblogging this but I missed seeing everyone else's posts at the same time. Anyways, can't wait for this weekend :))))

#mexican gp 2023