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justinssportscorner · 10 months

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Ken Schultz at Outsports:

Megan Rapinoe has had a rough couple of days. Ever since her penalty kick miss played a significant role in the USWNT’s elimination at the FIFA Women’s World Cup, a seemingly endless online troll parade has made her into the symbol of the team’s failure this year. If you search “Megan Rapinoe” on Twitter, it’s like asking, “Hey Siri, show me what it looks like when the internet’s worst people are happy.” I never knew so many eagle avatars rooted for the USA to fail. Even former President Donald Trump weighed in, taking a victory lap while America lost and leveling a bit of smack talk in Rapinoe’s direction. Clearly he has nothing else going on. As I wrote a few months ago, when Pride pisses off the right people, that means it’s doing its job. Based on the type of people who are celebrating one of Rapinoe’s few public defeats, she’s one of the greatest representatives of Pride in sports history. Instead of destroying her reputation, the alt-right backlash only serves to affirm it.

These politically motivated attacks were inevitable after Rapinoe willingly accepted the mantle of athlete activist, fighting back against Trump during the USWNT’s victorious World Cup run in 2019, advocating for transgender rights, and kneeling during the national anthem to protest systemic racism. [...] Yes, the USWNT’s lackluster play was dispiriting to watch over the last month, and the results of this World Cup were alternately depressing and maddening. It’s OK to feel those emotions in the wake of such a stunning disappointment.

[...] Add in the backlash she’s now facing largely from conservatives and it’s understandable that this is a very difficult moment for Rapinoe. That’s why choosing gratitude is not only better for our mental health as fans but also the best way to shout down the cacophony of howling nonentities who are trying to dim her light.

This Outsports article sums it up: Megan Rapinoe, despite that costly penalty kick miss that helped cost the Americans the game against Sweden on Sunday, has given the USWNT plenty of good moments over her career.

Off the field, Rapinoe has fought for LGBTQ+ rights (and trans rights in particular), kneeled during the National Anthem for racial justice, criticized Donald Trump, and helped usher in equal pay for the USWNT, which made right-wingers angry as heck.

Further reading:

HKFP: Gov’t seeks to ban protest song ‘Glory to Hong Kong’, including from internet, June 6, 2023

HKFP: Protest song ‘Glory to Hong Kong’ dominates local iTunes top 10, hours after gov’t sought ban, June 7, 2023

HKFP: ‘Too early’ to say if ‘Glory to Hong Kong’ ban would result in Google withdrawal, data scientist says, June 13, 2023

#Glory to Hong Kong #antiELAB #反送中 #protest #music #hong kong national security law #iTunes #Hong Kong #HK Department of Justice #social media #hong kong national anthem law #censorship #Google #Hong Kong Internet Service Providers Association #hong kong free press #news

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whatsapersonality · 2 years

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What do I do

I play softball in a very small, very red district and am the only senior on my team, tonight is senior night but after SCOTUS overturned Roe v Wade, I don't want to stand for the national anthem. I'm worried this will impact my team's cooperation, and my coaches already show favoritism against me. What do I do?

#send help #softball #roe vs. wade #high school #senior #national anthem #protest

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crabussy · 2 years

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homesick!!!! yeowch!

#I miss singing as a whole school every morning in assembly #we'd do the new zealand national anthem (which fucks its a fantastic song) and then classics like Tōia mai te waka nei and others #and the entire school (in all 3 schools I went to. its a kiwi thing not just a 1 school thing) would fucking belt the words with joy #and if you felt too awkward to sing?? youd just mouth the words that day and no one would care or notice!!!#it was wonderful the schools there had such a strong sense of community #but ofc I don't just miss school thats like. not even top 5 on things I miss #the main ones being the PLACES #camping in napier and taupo and whananaki....#weekends at the beach house in whangamata #those road trips where we'd pass field after field after field of sheep and cows (belted galloways beloved)#and drive through crazy little towns like TIRAU.... search up tirau please oh my god that entire town was made of corrugated iron #I remember skiing trips in ohakune on mt ruapehu..#god I fucking miss skiing the highest mountain here is 164 fucking metres. mt ruapehu is quite literally 20 times that #and its not even in the tallest 10 #this entire fucking country is flat and sweaty and homophobic and government restricted and full of shit that can kill you #protests are illegal here. pride parades? nah. you step outside and insantly you're drenched in sweat and your hair sticks to your face #maybe im being too harsh there are some good things ofc like the public transport and cost of eating out but.#I never liked the city #I need to go home #6 months of waiting for a small holiday is too long and not enough #vent #robin shut up challenge #if you read this far thank you #this fucking sucks. I love new zealand I need to be home I need to #its a part of me its like I'm walking around without blood in my veins it feels Wrong

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impulsivedecisionsat3am · 3 months

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ok so abraham lincoln wasn’t the greatest guy, i know (he wasn’t an abolitionist, he just believed that slavery was morally wrong but didn’t know what to do about it, google it or something) BUT “To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men”???? You are a coward if you do nothing??? That’s the shit i’ve been saying all this time omg. It’s such a banger quote.

#i say things sometimes #why am i being so patriotic this week #first the national anthem now “fight for change within your nation”#i don’t like patriotism i don’t believe in nationalism i feel like i should make that clear #i’m very pro-nation-reformantion #go protest and shit if you can #feel like i should just make that clear

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unkstaarwysbr · 10 months

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Unveiling the Shadow: Unmasking Information Suppression and Its Impact on Societal Progress

During The Straight Dope Show 279 a thought-provoking conversation unfurls like a clandestine exposé, the El Uno and TraB delve into the murky depths of information suppression and its chilling effect on societal progress. Central to their discourse is the disconcerting revelation that certain narratives and voices, deemed unfit for the prevailing agenda, are systematically stifled or…

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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Hi can i request for a naive innocent reader x Charles Leclerc where she is his childhood friends and he is been inlove with her but she is so innocent that everytime he flirts with her she just innocently looks at him and he can't help but coo and his friends and other drivers keeps on making fun of him.......thanks 🫶

"Y/N has a megaphone."

It was Max who approached Charles with the concern. Because, Y/N holding a megaphone, really was a concern.

She stood in front of the Ferrari garage, holding the megaphone away from her face as she shouted, "What do we want?" And then she moved the megaphone in front of her mouth, using it to amplify her voice as she shouted "TO HEAR THE MONACO NATIONAL ANTHEM THIS YEAR!"

It should have been embarrassing, but Charles couldn't help but watch her with hearts in his eyes. Beside him, Carlos snickered. "You are whipped, mate," he said and Max nodded in agreement.

But Charles ignored them. He walked over, gently taking the megaphone from his hands. "Hey!" Y/N protested as she went to grab it.

"Maybe don't do that at my bosses," he said, holding up so that she couldn't reach it. (Of course, she tried to jump, but Charles also jumped, keeping it away from her).

"Fine," she huffed and walked off. But she was back in an instant, smiling sweetly and asking for the megaphone back. When he gave it back without putting up a fight, the other drivers snickered. It was so typical of him.

That was the kind of friendship that had. Cuddling on the couch with his arm holding her. Charles tried to flirt, tried to make his feelings known, but she was clueless.

It was incredibly entertaining for the other drivers, watching Charles trail after her as Y/N did... whatever she wanted. He didn't put up with it, he loved it. And he tried to tell her that, but she'd just say 'aww, love you too, Charles,' and skip off to do the next thing.

She was exhausting, but Charles wouldn't have her any other way.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader smut #charles leclerc x you #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader

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sissa-arrows · 17 hours

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I stop paying attention to French politics for like 1h and I come back to a (white) representative getting suspended from the National Assembly for brandishing a Palestinian flag during the questions to the government (the government was answering to the question “how can you look at yourself on a mirror if you support the massacres in Gaza and refuse to sanction Israel?” Question asked by a white female representative.)

Sébastien Delogu was escorted out by security for brandishing the flag. Being applauded by his party some of them starting even singing the “To arms, citizens, Form your battalions, Let's March, let's march!” Of the French anthem (starting it there is not an accident). He said that he doesn’t care about any sanction/punishment he would get for it because France is on the wrong side and it’s a duty to stand with the oppressed. He went on to quote Fanon on Twitter. “We are nothing on earth if we are not first and foremost the slave of a cause, that of people and that of justice and freedom. » ending his tweet with “No justice, no peace !”

I came back to a white female representative (the one with the question, Alma Dufour) calling out Meyer Habib (the representative of “French Israelis”). A white male representative (David Guiraud) almost getting into a fist fight with Meyer Habib and calling him a pig. Both of them telling him they will make sure he face justice for supporting a genocide. Guiraud then told to the journalists that after seeing so much horrors there’s only anger left to fight against this genocide and that all French people should be ashamed.

For context these representatives are the equivalent of US congressmen.

And in 20 minutes there’s a protest in Paris for Palestine.

#Palestine #France #French politics #france insoumise

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youkissedareaderinthedark · 6 months

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The Scare

Synopsis: A terrifying crash puts Y/n in an even more terrifying situation, and it affects everyone, in the end.

young female driver x 2023 F1 Grid

A/N: for this one, valtteri is retired and reader has taken his seat at alfa romeo

also, @badassturtle13 you requested a fic like this a month or two ago while i was in my writers block-era, but if you remember your ask and would still like to read it, here it is

You knew the risk. All twenty of you did. That’s how yet got into these cars every weekend. But that doesn’t make it any easier when you actually face the risks.

You weren’t the biggest fan of the Las Vegas Grand Prix from the start. You knew the planning for it was rough, and that there were a lot of elements of the weekend that everybody was unsure of.

You weren’t exactly surprised when the reasoning behind the storm drain incident was released after Free Practice 1, or when race directors revealed they didn’t even look at the predicted weather for this weekend.

But there wasn’t much you could do about either, about any of it really, so you put your head down and focused on your car.

You joined Alfa Romeo as the third rookie of the 2023 season, and although you and Zhou weren’t getting wins and podiums each weekend, you finished in the points nearly every race, and helped bring your team up to 8th in the Constructors Championship.

As of the second to last race, you were having a good first season; you and Zhou got along great, your team trusted you, and you liked getting to know and hanging out with the rest of the grid. Specifically, your closest friends Logan and Oscar, who you were walking with in the paddock before Sunday’s race.

“Is it bad that I’m not excited for the race?” Oscar asks from the middle of you three, as you walk down the grid.

“I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t want to start P17 either” You admit.

“You’re gonna be fine Oscar, you’ve made your way up the field before, you’ll do it again” Logan shrugs, assuring him.

Oscar nods as you speak up with the beginning of a smirk on your face. “When you make it up the field and into the points, along with me and Logan, what are we doing to celebrate?”

“No. No, we have-” Oscar’s already shaking his head as Logan laughs. “I know some of the grid is going to a club a few blocks away, you guys wanna go?”

“Yes,” You rush to say after you see Oscar start to protest. “we’ll go. No objections”

“We have flights tomorrow-” You interrupt the Australian. “I don’t care, we should all go. And I have to leave now so you can’t say no” You point out as you near the Alfa Romeo garage. Oscar rolls his eyes playfully as Logan continues to laugh.

“Good luck Y/n, see you after the race” Logan says, still chuckling as Oscar waves and continues down the paddock with the American by his side.

You greet Zhou as you walk towards your drivers room to meet with your trainer. The last 20 minutes you have before you’re needed on the track is spent doing reflex tests and speaking with the strategists one last time.

You leave the garage to stand for the national anthem after a brief Grid Walk interview with Martin, and quickly return for the formation lap.

“Alright Y/n,” Your team principle, Alessandro, comes over your radio as you’re pulling out into the pit lane. “do your best to maintain P7 or higher, just be aware of the tires. Stay safe, good luck”

“Thanks, will do. See you at the finish line” You reply before flipping down your visor and accelerating onto the track.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a cold night here in Las Vegas, but the city is awake and ready to watch the last U.S race of the 2023 season. Our drivers are approaching the starting line, the five lights are coming on, and it’s light’s out and away we go!”

You manage to pull away from Magnussen behind you and advance closer to Logan in front of you as you near Turn 1. You get through the first and second lap fine, until your race engineers Alex, informs you that Lando’s crashed during Lap 3, and the 19 drivers remaining are being led by the safety car until Lap 7.

You think your race will be uneventful past that point until you notice the reluctance in the car’s breaking during Lap 19. “There’s something wrong with my brakes, it’s getting hard to slow down” You radio concerned, back to your team.

“Stand by Y/n, we’re checking” Alex tells you as you approach Turn 1 on the next lap. After a few moments without an update, you radio again.

“Anything? It’s getting bad, I can’t slow down” Your voice shows your clear concern. It’s clear to everyone that you’re getting more and more distressed each minute.

“One moment, Y/n, we’re trying” The engineer becomes audible again, and you get that everyone in the garage is trying, but right now it’s not enough.

You’re going at 150 miles an hour down the straight after Turn 4, and you could practically hear your heart beating nervously as you approach Turn 6.

You press on the brake pedal. Nothing. You try to release your hold on the accelerator pedal and clutch on your steering wheel. Nothing.

You go through the options in your head;

Turn and crash purposefully now to slow your car down? There are drivers less than a second behind you, the straight isn’t that wide, they could get hurt.

Turn and hit the curb as you pass the corner to slow down? There are drivers less than a second behind you, the corner isn’t that wide, they could get hurt. You could get hurt

Your adrenaline is pumping, thoughts are flying through your head at a million miles per second, and you don’t know what to do.

You’re going 150 miles an hour down a straight, but now the corner is coming closer.

“I can’t fucking stop! Alex!” You’re pressing the radio button frantically, hoping someone, anyone responds.

Nothing.

It all goes by in a flash.

Turn 6 comes at you faster than you imagined. Your Alfa Romeo crashes front-wing first into the barriers, the momentum of a 150 mile-per-hour car so strong, not even your harness can stop your body from colliding into your steering wheel.

Everything goes white for a moment, all you could hear is a deafening ringing in your ears, and then the only thing you could feel is pain.

The hurt in your chest is intolerable. You think you’re screaming. There’s smoke or clouds of dust or something else you can’t begin to decipher in the air surrounding you. You could feel the vibrations of the track from the passing cars below you, but you don’t bother to move your head up from where it rests on top of your wheel.

If the ringing wasn’t so loud, you might’ve been able to hear three of your ribs on the right side of your chest break when you first made impact with the wheel. If the pain wasn’t so unbearable, you might’ve been able to notice how because three of your ribs on the right side of your chest are broken, your lungs can barely produce oxygen for you to breathe.

It’s only when you try to gasp for air against the tears running down your face do you notice. The second you try, it sends streaks of pain overflowing throughout your body. Then you realize. You can’t breathe.

You want to stay calm, you really do, but you’re crying so much you could feel them soaking your balaclava, you’re scared to the point that your hands are shaking uncontrollably, there’s still so much adrenaline in you, and you can’t breathe.

You try to radio your team to tell them to send medics or just do something to help, but when you open your mouth to speak, the same thing happens as when you tried to radio for help earlier.

Nothing.

You’re stuck in your crashed car, without a voice, without a breath, and you think this is it.

It feels like hours, but really, it’s only been about a minute since you’ve crashed. Every grand stand is silent, and Martin Brundle and David Croft are speechless. Alex is trying to communicate with you while the other engineers attempt to figure out the the state of your car. Drivers are being led by the safety car under a red flag, anxiously talking to their own engineers to find out if you’re okay. And finally, the safety marshals and medical staff have made their way onto the track and to your car.

The marshals repeatedly shout to you for a sign of responsiveness while the medics move to pull you out of the car. Everyone else is either running in and out of the ambulance that’s just arrived, or helping place a curtain around you for privacy.

The medics transfer you onto a gurney on the ground while the lead medic assess you. She’s pulled off your helmet and balaclava and is left staring at your pale face, alarmed eyes, and gasping mouth.

A few touches to your pulse and lungs confirm her suspicion, and the woman quickly asserts her team. “She has flail chest, she needs an oxygen machine and an IV for pain meds. Her ribs are broken on the right side of her lungs, she’s been barely breathing”

The materials asked for are provided in seconds, and within a few moments, an oxygen mask is placed around your face, and the skin in your left forearm is being pierced with a needle.

For the first time since you started Lap 19, you’ve found both your voice and your breath, the pain striking through your body isn’t as severe anymore, and your nerves have calmed down.

The lead medic hovering over you notices your less-tense state, and lets out her own breath. “You okay kid?” With an oxygen mask, 3 broken ribs, and an IV in your arm, you nod with small smile of relief on your face.

The medics let you stay laying down on the gurney, and transfer you into the waiting ambulance to get you to the nearest hospital. The safety marshals update the Alfa Romeo garage on your state of health, and your damaged car gets moved off the track. Once informed themselves of the situation, Crofty and Martin advise the anxious and waiting fans of your condition and when the race will resume.

The 18 drivers that were restlessly sat in their garages are now visibly relieved and preparing for the race start. The engineers on your side of the garage are pouring over the data from Lap 19 to figure out where it all went wrong, while your trainer leaves to go meet you at the hospital.

While you’re in the hospital, you get hooked up to a new IV and get assessed by a nurse before a doctor comes in to take your X-rays. The results show your 3 broken ribs and the few bruises on your lungs that are set to heal within a week or two.

You’re put on a ventilator to help your breathing after the doctor tells you that you had to stay in the hospital for at least 3 days, and you’d miss the last race of the season as a precaution.

You also undergo surgery hours later to stabilize the broken ribs, and ensure you’re not internally bleeding. Because of all the anesthesia and pain medicine, your either asleep or painless for your first night in the hospital.

The next day is when you’re brought into the real world again, and your trainer tells you everything you missed. He tells you Lando, who you learn was in the room a few doors down when you came in, visited you after your surgery and wished you to get better soon. He tells you about the rest of the race and everything the rest of the drivers have said about you and your crash.

You talk to your team eventually and convince them to let you travel to Abu Dhabi on Saturday to at least watch the race from the garage. You talk to your parents and friends to inform them that your lungs are healing accordingly, that you’re off the ventilator, and have been breathing fine by Thursday.

You’re discharged from the hospital Friday night, and only stop at your hotel to collect your things before catching a flight to Abu Dhabi. You told Logan and Oscar you’d be arriving Sunday morning, which explains why they’re so surprised when you show up in the paddock after Qualifying Saturday night.

“It’s not the best place to start from but-” Logan spots you first, in the middle of a conversation with Oscar. “Oh my god” Is all he mutters before running up to bring you into a hug. You’re smiling, almost laughing at his reaction, until you hear what the American says.

“Don’t do that again. I thought you-” You notice his voice break, and you’re once again aware of what everyone else was feeling while you were breathless inside your car almost a week ago.

“I won’t Logan, I’m okay now” You assure him as best you can before Oscar comes over to both of you. Logan lets go momentarily while the McLaren driver hugs you.

“We were all really scared, y’know. We didn’t know,” He pauses, his voice catches before he’s speaking into your shoulder again. “we didn’t know if you were okay”

“I know Oscar, I’m here though, I’m okay” You know you can’t say much in sympathy to either of the drivers right now, you’ll never exactly know the anxiety and worry they felt on Sunday, but you do tell them about your time in the hospital and how you’re expected to make a full recovery in time for next season.

“I wish you were driving today though, you should be in your car for the last race” Oscar says as the three of you walk through the paddock together.

“I know, I want to drive too, but at the same time, I’m kind of glad I’m not driving until next season. I want to let my lungs rest and everything before I get in my car again” You say with a shrug.

You were being truthful; you weren’t afraid of crashing again, you actually couldn’t wait to drive your Alfa Romeo, but you heard all the possible long term affects of rib and lung damage, and you’d rather miss out on one race than your entire F1 career.

“I’m just glad you’re okay” Logan admits as Oscar nods.

“Yeah, me too”

a short, somewhat emotional f1 fic. 1 down, 3 to go

#reader insert #formula 1 #driver reader #f1 grid x reader #formula 1 driver imagines #platonic f1 grid #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 imagine #female driver reader #angst #angst with a happy ending #oscar piastri x reader #logan sargeant x reader #platonic oscar piastri #platonic logan sargeant

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brownbearwrites · 5 months

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felix and ollie as lana del rey daddysssssss.. soft reader who is like a little soft bunny and she wants to ask ollie and felix to be rough with her in bed but she doesn’t know how toooo 🥴 JUST IMAGINE HOW MUCH THEY WOULD TEASE HERRRR RAHHHHHHH 💞

no bc dating felix and oliver is so national anthem coded it's crazy.

i'm imagining this with a reader whose family a little more protective, keeping her far away from the more debaucherous parts of aristocratic life. she's never had a fling, never had the chance to properly figure herself out. she's probably known felix her whole life, blushing her way through every brief conversation with him before she's inevitably whisked away by a relative that's concerned about what influence a boy like him could possibly have on a girl like her.

felix is headstrong, though. the fact that he cannot have you just makes winning you over that much sweeter. it takes him months of surreptitious glances, hushed conversations, and touches that could almost pass as accidental — but when you finally kiss him, your strawberry gloss smearing against his lips, it makes his head spin.

it only makes sense that, after all of that, felix is gentle with you, all soft touches and sweet-talk when he finally gets you between his sheets. he knows you hasn't been able to explore much, which is why he does everything in his power not to scare you off.

adding oliver into the mix had been a risk. felix knows you, though. knows what it means when your cheeks blush pretty pink, and your eyes keep wandering over to where water droplets from the lake drip down into the waistband of oliver's swimming trunks. felix teases you about it later that night, refusing to let you cum until you finally confess.

'I want oliver to fuck me'

fucking oliver is different than fucking felix. there's a sense of constraint in him — like he could do so much more, but won't. of course you're satisfied, how could you not be, but you cannot help but wonder what it'd be like if he just let loose. if they both did.

you end up drinking an extra glass of wine during dinner for a bit of liquid confidence, so you're a little loose-lipped when the three of you retreat to the safety of your shared room. you're curled up against oliver, your head resting on his chest, as you both not-so-sneakily watch felix undress for bed.

“can you, um- can you be a bit rougher tonight?” you mumble shyly.

“what's that, love? speak up for us,” oliver says, a teasing lilt in his voice that reveals that he knows exactly what you asked.

you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, “I wanted to ask if you and felix could be less gentle with me tonight”.

felix slides into bed behind you, spooning you from behind. your two lovers give each other a look, like this is some scenario they've secretly been whispering about behind your back that's finally coming true. the grin on oliver's face makes you painfully aware of the throbbing between your thighs.

“Aww,” felix tuts sarcastically, “is our girl feeling a little needy? Are your daddies not fucking you the way you like?”. his warm hands rub at the soft skin of your waist.

“No,” you quickly protest, “I just- I want a little more”.

oliver's fingers slide into your hair, giving it a tug that makes you gasp. “Alright then, doll,” he says, “we can give you more”.

#i didn't expect this to get so long oops #saltburn smut #saltburn imagine #oliver quick smut #felix catton smut #felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x reader #oliver quick x reader #felix catton imagine #oliver quick imagine #ask #mine

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