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rb19 · 2 years
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On the Saturday in the Ardennes, photographer Peter van Egmond received a very friendly look from Max Verstappen but soon understood how and why. That the warm look was not meant for him.
This year I followed the qualification at Spa-Francorchamps in the pitlane. Max Verstappen often stands leaning against the workbench chatting with his engineer. For a change, I wanted to try a different composition, with his helmet in the foreground, his engineers in the background and the focus on his face. And then suddenly he was looking very kindly in my direction, just not straight into the lens. He started smiling, his gaze was very warm and when I looked over my shoulder, I understood why. I never get these looks from him! So his mother Sophie was standing behind me and wanted to wish Max good luck. I took the photo at the moment of their eye contact, it couldn’t have been more perfect.
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azastr · 10 months
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Cocooned Affinities
Draco Malfoy
Draco and Scorpius being Momma's boys ✨
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Draco leaned against the kitchen counter, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched his son, Scorpius, busy himself with Y/n in the living room. The room was bathed in warm sunlight, casting a gentle glow on the elegant furnishings. It was a lazy Sunday morning, a rare day when Draco didn't have to tend to his Ministry duties, and he relished the opportunity to spend quality time with his family.
Scorp, with his platinum blond hair and Y/n's striking eyes, was a spitting image of Draco. At the age of six, he possessed the same air of refined mischief that had once made his father infamous during his Hogwarts days. Despite being a carbon copy of Draco, Scorpius had inherited his mother's spirited nature, and he was undeniably a momma's boy.
"Mommy, look!" Scorp exclaimed, tugging at Y/n's hand and pointing excitedly to a colorful drawing he had just completed. "I made this for you!"
Y/n's eyes sparkled with delight as she examined her son's artwork, a vibrant masterpiece depicting a fantastical creature with wings of every hue. She gathered Scorp into her arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Oh, my little artist. You've outdone yourself again. This is absolutely beautiful!"
Draco, standing in the doorway, couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his son's artistic talents. He joined them in the living room, his gray eyes twinkling with affection. "Scorp, you've inherited your mother's artistic flair. I'm afraid I can't draw a stick figure to save my life."
Scorpius grinned mischievously, his gray eyes dancing with amusement. "That's okay, Daddy. You're good at other things."
Draco arched an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Oh, really? And what would those 'other things' be?"
Scorp's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're really good at sneaking snacks when Mommy's not looking. I've seen you!"
Y/n couldn't help but laugh at her son's observation, her eyes meeting Draco's with a fond twinkle. "Your father does have a talent for that, doesn't he, Scorp? But don't you worry, my little one, we'll make sure Daddy shares some with us."
Draco's lips curled into a smug smirk, pleased that his stealthy snack acquisitions hadn't gone unnoticed by his wife. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist and leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her temple. "Of course, my love. I'm always willing to share with you and our little artist here."
Just then, Narcissa, Draco's mother, entered the room, her presence bringing an air of elegance and grace. She observed the family scene with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It seems we're witnessing history repeat itself, my dear. Draco was quite the Momma's boy when he was Scorp's age."
Draco feigned offense, his gray eyes sparkling mischievously. "I'll have you know, Mother, that I was the perfect gentleman even as a child. Scorp here is just lucky to have inherited my impeccable taste."
Y/n chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, Cissa. But I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a testament to the love they share with us and the familiarities they have with each other."
Draco's smile widened as he remembered his own childhood, the cherished moments he spent with his mother. He walked over to Narcissa and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, Mother. I never thought I would find a love like ours, but Y/n and Scorp have shown me that there is so much more to life than the prejudices I once held."
Narcissa observed the scene, her eyes brimming with joy. She whispered to Draco, "Look at them, Draco. Look at the family you've built. It's a testament to the person you've become."
Draco nodded, his gaze filled with gratitude. "Yes, Mother. I couldn't ask for anything more."
Scorp, feeling the weight of the conversation turn sentimental, wriggled out of Y/n's embrace and bounded toward his grandmother. "Grandma, come see what I drew! It's got wings and scales and it can breathe fire!"
Narcissa's eyes lit up with delight as she joined her grandson, encouraging him to describe his creation in vivid detail. The room filled with laughter and animated chatter, each member of the Malfoy family reveling in the joy of being together.
As the scene unfolded, Y/n and Narcissa shared a knowing glance, their amusement evident. They both knew that despite Draco's infamous past, his transformation into a loving husband and doting father had been nothing short of remarkable. And in their own unique ways, both Scorpius and Draco had embraced their shared bond as momma's boys, bringing warmth and happiness into their lives.
In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, Draco couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He had found redemption and happiness with the family he had once thought impossible. And as he looked at his wife and son, his heart swelled with love, knowing that his journey had brought him to this beautiful, cherished place.
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just a random thought :)
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marsmad · 4 months
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Aww so cute 💖😍💖😍💖😍💖
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myrrh1806 · 1 year
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I think his mike/staff is sharing his soul cause, no way a sentient stick just appeared with him in hell like Doraemon.
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daliyla · 7 months
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"Stop or mom will shoot" is so Effie and James coded you can argue with the wall
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karizard-ao3 · 4 months
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Some Eren and Carla ideas I was just thinking about
- when he was little she liked to dress him as a navy sailor sometimes (because she thought he looked cute but also funny)
- she dispatched him to summer scouts camp every summer so he could vent out all his energy
- he’s a mommas boy through and through and is much closer to her than to Grisha. He actively seeks her advice and opinions and usually follows them, even in his teenage angst years
- she’s one of the very few who can rein Eren in. She’s 2nd only to Mikasa in the list of people who Eren listens to
What do you think? Any other ideas?
That sounds spot on to me. When he was little, he was the kind of baby who would start freaking out if he saw his dad try to be affectionate with his mom and try to push him away.
Eren would never admit it, but even when he's in his angsty manbun era he likes to snuggle with his mom. Like, he'll sit down to watch TV with her and put his head on her shoulder, but he'll be scowling the whole time.
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morpheind · 5 months
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Please enjoy this picture of my derpy little boy, Dimitri.
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therxtking · 5 months
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Wrath having to sit Gordon down to explain he actually has no aunts, it was a joke, and the other vices are actually in no way related to her and don't know he exists. But when they find him, he gets no family privileges, he is an outsider to them. None of them are family, they're just bitchy foreign powers that are going to want to start shit as soon as they realize Gordon exists.
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passionsofthegods · 1 year
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Zeus Tries And Fails to Punish Ares
*Ares disgraced the High Gods at their ceremony and after the celebration, Zeus finds him alone*
Zeus: You dare to unleash your sword before the High Gods?!
Ares: *displays indifference* What will be my punishment?
Zeus: You already know your mother would have me do no such thing!
Ares: *hand over his heart* Gods bless the Queen.
(Passions of the Gods by Leah Nightingale)
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saccharic · 10 months
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@singofus asked: "Dite gives Eros a big squishing hug. "I missed you so much! Now where is your wife so I can hug her!" Really she had prepared a whole Pinterest board in preparation for this, discussing the latest fashions and how they could potentially get Athena into more feminine clothing. She would be very disappointed if Psyche wasn't here. Its safe to say the past was long forgotten.
eros welcomes his mother's hug, arms tight around her. a mother's embrace was something unlike anything else, incomparable in it's depth. "she's coming, she's saying hi to páppa inside." he kisses her cheek, giving her one last squeeze before pulling her towards the outdoor couches. "i've brought you some of the fine silks i found throughout our travels, psyche helped me pick most of them. do i look tanner?" he turns, showing off his newly tanned (though barely) skin from vacation.
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jonoodles · 1 year
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This man Henry Clay Frick was shot twice during the homestead strike and afterwards wrote this mother briefly saying "was shot twice today, though not seriously"
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What were they feeding people in 1892?
~ 𝒥ℴ 🪐
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bea-lele-carmen · 1 year
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buffalosimdip · 1 year
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marsmad · 10 months
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Aww, love him 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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li0nheartstories · 2 years
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James Potter, 1971. James Potter reached the landing first and, in his excitement, booted the door directly in front of him. It swung back and slammed loudly against the wall, and he felt very much like the main character in one of those ‘Martial Arts’ movies John Wilde liked so much. Choosing to ignore the almighty crash (and Roger's vehement protests), he entered the First Year Dormitory the way he entered any room - chest first. Striding towards his belongings, he took in the wood furnishings and Gryffindor décor with a smile so wide it threatened to crack his face in two. It wasn't quite as nice as his bedroom at home, but James didn't care - it would do. He'd find ways to make it cosy.
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parvum-draconis · 30 days
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Eve goes up to her Son and gently boops his nose. "Don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
@oleandernights
There is a moment's pause before he giggles in response, pulling his mother into a hug "Always, mom...I promise"
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