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puzzledemigod · 9 months

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Ok I did the whole Barbenheimer thing and let me tell you, Barbie wasn't revolutionary or anything, but it did come up ahead. It did what it was supposed to do and, since I managed my expectations before going in, did it in a fun silly way that still left a bunch of possible deeper readings, even if they were sadly left unexplored (and were maybe unintended). Oppenheimer on the other hand left me very angry and disappointed, even if I went there knowing it was an usamerican warfilm so I wasn't expecting much.

I think Barbie and Oppenheimer were equally superficial and obvious with their intended messages presentations, themes and characters, and equally inconsistent with their story threads. But Barbie was about Barbies, was intentionally silly, and had more going for it than the story itself... and Oppenheimer was about one of the real life creators of the atonic bomb, about the ones responsible for the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings, and about the subsequent cold war and the mess it left us today in regards to the existence and threat of atomic and H bombs.

I think I can safely say one had the responsibility to be a bit more nuanced and careful than the other, and that just did not happen. And no, i do not think there was any actual anti USA sentiment in Oppenheimer, as someone who lives in a Developing Country (TM)and is used to seeing usamerican propaganda all the time there was barely even a scratch of criticism buried in there; our knowledge of history and our own modern sensibilities and morality did all the heavy lifting in that front without the movie having to risk saying anything. Oh did he feel bad while the bombs were being dropped? Did they villanize a guy who went after him for uhh being better than him at public speaking? Did they say he was against the H bomb and was a pacifist now, actually (without showing it much but who cares, tell not show right)? He was still the hero. Not one Japanese person was shown. Not one civilian protest, not one appearance of the communists they were talking so much about after the scenes in the past, doing anything but talking the whole time. He still ended up with a "I love my country" tirade, there was still a haha nod to fucking Kennedy being the one to be on our hero's side. They still showed more scenes of women naked, drunk, cheating on their husbands and being negligent towards their kids than of them doing literally anything else.

The "nuance" and "anti-usa messages" was just a bunch of misplaced and inconsequential internal conflict that did not feel earned in any way, misogyny and random, boring and inconsistent jury scenes (sorry, "hearing" scenes or whatever they called so there wouldn't have to be consistent rules to follow). And the main character was so damn boring. And they didn't even represent the actual science parts well. And the editing was so weird and the flashing scenes didn't fit and were repetitive. And there was a happy ending for some reason?? It was a whole bunch of nothing with music building momentum that never went anywhere in the background of every scene for 3 hours and I wanted to leave the room for how angry it made me that this subject was treated that way and would probably get praised for it.

#barbenheimer #this isn't the most well though out criticism but i just saw another post saying how surprised they were about the usa criticism in that #and like. where? seriously where was it? oh that mccarthyism was kinda bad for people who did nothing wrong? that bombs are violent?#they barely even said that bombing hiroshima and nagasaki maybe wasn't necessary #everybody everywhere in the world knows that jfc are usamericans in general so behind in these discussions that this was some kind of #revelation? was that surprising of a movie to state? because oppenheimer barely scrathed that #they gave a shoutout to jfk in the end like he was some kind of mcu easter egg #like it was funny #and then it used that random idk sennator? as a scapegoat just so they could have a villain like the good basic usamerican film it is #so the hero could fight against the system by defeating this one guy! in uhh being promoted (?) happy ending for all!! hurrah!!! meanwhile #hundreds of thousands of japanese people are dead. many more die because of the cold war and the arms race #but oppenheimer got his fancy card back! isn't that great? aren't you glad you spent the last 30 minutes in these trials? the last 3 hours #watching nothing be developed?#god it left me so mad #and it will probably win an oscar (probably multiple even) and a lot of other people who think oooh boy look at that nuance :0 it even has #black and white parts! when the whole movie is black and white (like most usamerican movies) (but it's so EASY to make it grey with this #subject) (of course they didn't tho this is much easier)#tags #anyway nobody's gonna read this probably #I'm just angry #“oppenheimer”#“barbie”#this js barely even about barbie #sorry

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dykefaggotry · 1 year

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the way a lot of yall think of latine people and discuss us is really fucking annoying, gross, and is really just such a huge example of how white supremacy tries to absorb everything in its path.

#I shan't be expanding but it's fucking annoying #I saw someone say w whole fucking seriousness 'when have white latines ever been oppressed by americans?'#like okay what do you mean by white.... bc I've seen people try to call oscar isaac a white latino lmfao like please be so fucking serious #second of all does anyone know xenophobia exists and racism isn't the Only axis of oppression #also literally again..... what do you mean by white? that term is so fucking useless

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cakebeam · 6 months

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Hey, just a PSA, I think if you promote the work of racists or anti semites because you just like it or pick and choose the parts that aren't racist, you're an assh*le. This isn't about purity culture, this is about letting go of old sh*t that doesn't make people feel good and by people I mean minorities. Those works were only meant for a small group of white people to enjoy and it probably wasn't you. We've finally come to a point in the future that's allowing so many new artists and writers to be published and shared to the public that are in fact NOT racist and I think it's time to lift those creators up and just let go of old dead white people racist bullsh*t.

#yeah this is about oscar wilde #and any other old english lit crap #asking people to let go of this crap isn't purity culture #its just asking people to want something better #those books aren't even that good #amd certainly not worth holding onto in some white supremacist death grip

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natailiatulls07 · 1 month

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Mick Schumacher x Platonic!reader Oscar Piastri x Platonic!reader Logan Sargeant x Platonic!reader Liam Lawson x Platonic!reader

Summary - Five young drivers, five different teams and one friendship group

Warning - alcohol

Reader drivers for Redbull

Part one

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Someone get these guys on the cover of vogue!

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Spotted: Redbull driver, Y/n L/n seen leaving a private redbull event alone. She was seen to be arriving alone. Other redbull driver, Max Verstappen was reportedly not in attend of the event

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Previously on...

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oscarpiastri Wowww so artistic :|

= yourusername It's better than what you can do :)))

= liamlawson30 She's not wrong oops lol

Groupchat - Baby drivers (Mick-Purple / Logan-Blue / Oscar-Orange / Liam-White / Y/n-Pink)

OMFG I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA EVERRR

WHAT??!

Do tell Kiwi!

I reallyyyy want to get drunk!!

OMG Good idea!!

This isn't going to end well ykr

Ughhhh come on Osc!!

Loosen up Oscar!

I mean fair, Lando did mention that he and some friend are going out tonight so we can tag along if we wanted to

Yess! He does the best drunk nights out!!!

Let's go get drunk people!

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We got bored so we decided to dress up because why the fuck not??

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liamlawson30 Why that photo man??

= logansargeant Because you wouldn't properly pose!!!

= liamlawson30 I did pose!!!

= mickshumacher You wouldn't stop moving, the pictures are all blury lmaooo

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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No Need To Ask

Chapter Nine - Duty As A Mafia Wife

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

Warnings: Mrs Sainz makes a sort of comment about the readers weight so be warned for that, smut under the *** (skip if you're uncomfortable), kind of forced sex (in the sense Y/N knows she has to do it, instead of actually wanting to - there isn't no consent though), unprotected sex

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The reception was held at Carlos’ impressive house. While the wedding had been happening, the reception was being set up. With long tables full of candles on the golfing green and vases on marble pillars full of colourful flowers.

The usual table had been removed from just outside of the kitchen and live music sat there instead. They were only booked for the first two hours of the reception, with a stereo system ready to take over.

The white car left from the church with Y/N and Carlos in the back. They didn’t kiss at the ceremony, not with how hard Y/N was trying not to cry. She should have run, she thought as soon as the car pulled away from the church. But running wasn’t possible, not when you had at least twenty two of the most powerful men in the world under one roof, not when they all had at least one gun hidden on them.

Throughout the short journey back to the house, Y/N said nothing. Her breathing was erratic. As soon as the car pulled up at the house she was straight out and through the doors, running up to her room. “Y/N!” She heard as Carlos roar as he walked through the doors behind her.

Y/N didn’t dare turn around. She walked straight into her room and straight over to Oscar. He had fixed himself from last night, changed his suit to something more presentable and had used his fingers to fix his hair (because we all know he doesn’t use a comb). “Y/N,” he gasped as she burst into the room. “You look…”

Beautiful. She looked beautiful. But Oscar couldn’t bring himself to say so once he spied the ring on her finger. It was a simple band, with the Sainz family insignia engraved into the metal. She had gained an engagement ring, too. It was a simple ring with a simple stone, but, if Oscar was to guess, he would have guessed in the thousands.

Suddenly, Y/N threw her arms around him. “I really wish you were there,” she whispered. With all of her makeup and the reception still to go, she had to keep herself presentable, she couldn’t yet cry.

“Y/N, querida, we have our wedding reception to attend!” Carlos shouted, his footsteps so heavy they were audible as he walked up the stairs.

Y/N quickly pulled away from Oscar. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door. As she stepped out of her bedroom she let go of his hand, coming face to face with her husband.

But Carlos wasn’t looking at her. He was looking past her, at Oscar. His jaw ticked as he held his hand out for Y/N. “Come, querida,” he said. “We have guest to entertain.”

Y/N placed her hand in his and allowed herself to be walked down the stairs. She followed him down the stairs and out to the back garden.

A couple of guests had arrived already. Not many of them, only Lando and a few of Carlos’ men. Y/N wanted to run to her brother, but she couldn’t, not with how tight Carlos was holding her hand. “Please,” she whispered, looking at the pool. “I-”

“You are my wife now. You are to be at my side, supporting me,” he said.

Behind him, Oscar watched the whole thing. His jaw was clenched as he watched Carlos pull her over to the table on the golfing green, sitting her in one of the middle seats. He could make a scene, distract everyone so that Y/N could run. But he’d get himself kissed in the process. And then who was going to save Y/N?

Several members of different mafia families came to congratulate Y/N. They introduced themselves all of them remarking that they didn’t know Lando had a sister.

And then it was Lando’s turn. “How you holding up?” He asked as he slipped into the seat beside her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “What happens if I say no?” She asked him, resting her chin on her hand. “Let me guess, nothing. So, I’m holding up great.

Carlos had gone to speak to the likes of Charles and Max and Vettel (as the head of the Vettel family Sebastian could no longer go by his first name. “Congratulations,” said Vettel as he shook Carlos’ hands. “A mafia marriage takes some work, but soon you’ll find yourself in love with her,” he said with a smile.

Shaking his head, Carlos laughed. “I doubt that,” he muttered, which had Charles rolling his eyes. Charles was a romantic. He couldn’t wait to get married, but he always fucked things up, with his girlfriends either wanting to kill him or dead.

The last people to arrive at the wedding were Carlos’ parents. Mrs Sainz made a beeline for Y/N, pushing Lando out of the way. “It is your wedding day,” she began, “but you mustn’t eat a thing.”

“Huh?”

“You cannot be seen to eat a thing today. You cannot get any mess on your dress or be seen bloating.”

Y/N let out a huff. If this day wasn’t bad enough, now she couldn’t eat. As everybody else sat down to eat, some members of some families made toasts. They stood up, holding their champagne as they said kind words to the couple. After every speech Y/N threw the alcohol back. On her empty stomach, she was bound to get very, very drunk.

After the dinner, some people stood up to dance. “I’m going to speak to your friend, Oscar,” said Carlos as he stood up.

Suddenly, Y/N grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?”

But the smile Carlos sent her way was somewhat sweet. “Relax, querida, I just want to thank him for making you feel so comfortable in my home,” he said.

Y/N didn’t see Oscar for the rest of the night. After the band left, Lando pulled her up for a dance, since she hadn’t had a single minute of fun since the wedding began. She was very drunk when Lando got her dancing. She wasn’t caring who saw as she danced around to some of her favourite songs (courtesy of Lando).

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But then the wedding began to wind down. The guests started to leave, heading back to their respective homes and hotel rooms. Being the last ones stood in their garden, Carlos turned towards Y/N.

He walked over, taking Y/N’s hand. She wordlessly followed him, anxiety settling in the pit of her stomach. This was her duty.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

Every step she took made her body feel like it was on fire. Carlos didn’t turn left at the top of the stairs towards Y/N’s room. He went right, leading her to the room at the very end of the corridor.

The bed was huge with black sheets and several pillows at the head. There was an armchair shoved into the corner of the room a walk-in closet beside the bed. There was only one bedside table, Y/N realised, between the bed and the walk-in closet. Opposite was an ensuite, black walls that matched the bedroom and a black tub against the back wall.

Carlos shrugged of his suit jacket and undid his bowtie. He unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it on the armchair. “Leave your jewellery on,” he said and unbuckled his belt.

“Wait.”

But Carlos didn’t wait. He strode over to Y/N and turned her around, unzipping the back of her dress. Carlos pushed it off of her shoulders, letting it fall. Before it could expose too much of her, Y/N grabbed the bodice, holding it against her chest.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

Y/N let the dress fall. She let go of the bodice, wrapping arms around her breasts to keep at least a bit of a dignity. Carlos didn’t touch her. He commanded for her to step out of the dress and sit on the bed.

It was very unromantic, but Y/N didn’t expect anything less. She stepped out of her dress, taking a moment to pick it up and drape it over the chair. It was so beautiful, it seemed such a shame to leave it in a crumpled mess on the floor.

She climbed onto the bed, sitting against the pillow as Carlos placed his gun on the bedside table and pulled off his trousers. There were no words as he climbed on top of her and pulled her hands away from her chest, exposing herself before him.

Carlos grew hard. He took her hand and pulled her close, wrapping her fingers around him.

Her breathing was heavy as she sat there, unsure of what to do. So, Carlos guided her. He moved her hand up and down his length, helping to get him hard. It wasn't for pleasure, it was for procreation.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

As soon as he was ready, Carlos lined himself up. He didn't look Y/N in the eye, not until he felt her hand on his shoulder. "I'm a virgin," she said quickly.

Well, that changed things. With an exasperated sigh, Carlos sat up. He looked down at her, but he still wasn't meeting her eye.

Carlos reached out, his hand gentle against her thigh. Y/N's breath hitched as his fingertips climbed higher, ghosting over her folds. His touch was still gentle as he pressed harder.

Oh, that felt good, actually. Y/N watched him as he pressed on her clit, his thumb moving over the nerve.

She let out a moan, throwing her head back. Carlos took his as his sign to go further, his index finger dipping inside of her.

Y/N writhed about on the bed, letting out a series of moans. Whether Carlos was enjoying it or not, she didn't know. She didn't know that this entire ordeal was a chore for him.

This was his duty as a future mafia leader.

"Are you ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled his hand away from her.

Y/N nodded. She tried to meet Carlos' eyes as he moved up her body, lining himself up with her centre. Slowly and somewhat gently, Carlos pushed in.

She was tight, tighter than Carlos had ever had before. He listened as she sucked in a sharp breath, stilling his movements.

There was no communication. But at least he was now looking in her eyes. His gorgeous drown eyes were trained on her face, looking for any sign that he could move.

And then she gave it. Carlos moved his hips slowly, thrusting into her.

It was unromantic and over quickly. They weren't having sex for the pleasure of it or trying to prolong the feeling. They were trying to get it done. Carlos grunted as he snapped his hips towards her, jaw clenched.

He spilled his seed inside of her quickly and pulled away, leaving Y/N laying on his bed with a layer of sweat covering her body. She watched as Carlos walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, throwing it at her.

"Once you're done cleaning yourself up, you can return to your room," Carlos said and pushed the bathroom door closed, locking himself inside.

Y/N cleaned herself up. She grabbed her dress and held it close to her chest as she ran through the house, heading towards her own bedroom.

She could still feel his seed inside of her as she dropped her dress onto her bed and grabbed her robe. She looked around her room, but Oscar still hadn't returned.

Y/N took her time in the shower. She ran the loofa over her body, washing the sweat from her skin. She ran the loofa between her legs, washing off what she could. After a good half an hour under the hot water her skin was pruney, but Y/N didn't care

Once done with her shower, Y/N wrapped her towel around her body and headed back to her bedroom. The bedroom she had to herself. The bedroom she didn't share with the man that was now her husband.

Slowly, she got changed into her pyjamas. She climbed under the sheets and cried herself to sleep.

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pitinthelanepages · 1 year

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piercings and such

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: boyfriend oscar piastri couldn't hide his fascination when he noticed a metallic reflection from underneath your shirt

genre: smut

a/n: just a simple reminder that oscar is a grown adult and so am i, who wrote this, so if you're uncomfortable with the idea of oscar smuts, i respect that. this isn't for you. i'm sorry. kindly, scroll past this.

Oscar sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when you walked in the room. You had your hair down and it kept getting in your eyes as you worked on your laptop. He watched as you lifted your arms, pulling your hair up into a messy bun. You were wearing only a white cotton shirt, the material clinging to your curves.

As you worked, Oscar noticed something metallic reflecting from underneath your shirt. It took him a moment to realise what it was, but when he did, he couldn't help but stare. You had gotten a nipple piercing and he had no idea.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to your chest.

You looked down and shrugged. "Oh, just a new piercing."

"A piercing?" Oscar repeated, his eyes fixed on your chest.

"Yeah, a nipple piercing," You said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Oscar felt his body respond to your words in a way that surprised him. He already found you insanely hot when you were doing the most mundane task. He couldn't resist taking in this sight of you, shamelessly gulping and biting his lips.

"You got a nipple piercing?" he asked, eyes wide with fascination, unable to keep the hint of desire out of his voice.

You looked up at him, catching his gaze. Your eyes narrowed at him as you gave him a teasing smile. "Is that a problem for you, Oscar?"

He felt his cheeks heat up at being caught staring. "No, it's not a problem," he said, his voice barely stable. "When did you get it? Doesn’t it hurt?"

You chuckled and shook your head. "I got it quite recently, when you were busy during the race week. It's still swollen but I don't feel hurt."

Oscar's eyes lingered on your chest, the image of the piercing burned into his mind. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel the metal against his fingertips, but he knew that he couldn't just do that without your permission. Despite being your boyfriend, he cared a lot about maintaining his gentleman image in front of you.

Instead, he stood up and walked over to you, taking a seat next to you on the couch. "Can I see it?" he asked, his voice low and shaky.

You bit your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Sure," you said, reaching down to lift up your shirt.

As you exposed your breast to him, Oscar couldn't help but feel his heart race. The silver ball of the piercing glinted in the light, and he reached out to touch it, his fingers tracing the cool metal.

You let out a soft gasp as he touched it, breath catching in your throat. "You like it?" you asked with a brow raising at him, your voice barely above a whisper.

Oscar looked up at you, his eyes dark with something inexplicable. "I love it," he said, his voice husky.

Your eyes sparkled with amusement before you found yourself straddling him, your hands resting on his shoulders. "Is that so?" you asked, your voice low and teasing.

Oscar couldn't resist leaning in to kiss you, feeling the softness of your lips against his. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He felt your hands in his hair, pulling him even closer as you deepened the kiss.

As you broke apart, panting and breathless, Oscar looked at you, his eyes full of desire. "I want you," he whispered.

You gave him a wicked grin. "You already have me."

Oscar couldn't resist the urge to tease you back. "Oh, I know," he said, his hands roaming over your body. "But I want you again."

You laughed, the sound sending shivers down Oscar's spine. "You're insatiable," you said, but he could tell by the look in your eyes that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Oscar didn’t waste anymore time, his hands soon trailed down to your breast, feeling the metal of the nipple piercing before he twirled the swollen bud. Your body shuddered in response, and he couldn't help but grin at the effect he had on you. He continued to circle the piercing with his fingers, watching as your breathing became more erratic. He leaned in, his mouth capturing the hardened nipple, flicking his tongue over the silver ball.

You let out a moan, your head falling back as you surrendered to his touch. Oscar continued to tease you, switching between using his fingers and his mouth to surround the piercing, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He felt your hands in his hair, pulling him even closer to you as you gasped for breath.

Oscar couldn't resist the urge to explore more of your body. His hands roamed over your curves, the white cotton shirt no longer clinging to your body. He felt your skin on his fingertips, soft and warm, as he began to explore every inch of you.

He moved his hands down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You shifted, grinding your hips against his, and he couldn't resist the urge to rub his growing erection against you. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as you rubbed against him.

He pulled back from your breast, looking up at you. "I need to be inside of you," he said, his voice low.

You nodded, bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes full of yearning. "Please," you whispered.

He stood up, lifting you with him. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He quickly stripped off his clothes before joining you on the bed, his lips finding yours once again.

He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as he explored every inch of you. You were so responsive to his touch, your body arching into his as he touched you in all the right places.

He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness throbbing. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his hands holding your hips as he slowly pushed inside of you. You moaned, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely.

He began to move, slowly at first, but then building up a steady rhythm. Your moans grew louder, your hips meeting his with each thrust. He could feel your walls clenching around him, and he knew you were close.

He quickened his pace, his hands gripping your hips as he pounded into you. You screamed his name as you came, your body shaking with pleasure. He followed soon after, his own orgasm washing over him in waves.

You two collapsed onto the bed, your bodies still intertwined.

"That was amazing," he whispered, his lips against your ear.

You smiled, your body still humming with pleasure. "It was," you agreed, before jabbing a finger on his chest. "But I think I'm going to have to hide my piercing from you if you're going to be like this every time you see it."

Oscar laughed, feeling content and satisfied. "I can't help it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're just too damn hot."

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lokideservesahug · 6 days

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Acceptable "Infidelity"

Pairing: Mark Webber x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating (there is none, it's a big misunderstanding)

Notes: No one asked for this bi I hope you enjoy it regardless. Also with all the Pinterest diving I did for this, I have a massive urge to write for Jenson Button but no idea what do if anyone has any requests, please send them my way.

Summary: The 2024 Australian GP, the day of an incredible race, insane results and Mark Webber cheating on his wife?

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Yourusername: What a great Ausgp this year and I can not tell you how great it is to be back 🤍

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User1: I'm so curious as to whether she saw the twitter threads or not because Mark is here not once but TWICE....

↳User2: You are freaking grilboss job photos... plus Mark

Aussiegrit: Great to see you back in the paddock.

↳Yourusername: And it was lovely to see you again Mark🤍

↳User3: Awwww... now kiss

↳User4: Woahman they're both married that's a bit wierd (frfr pls)

User5: I know Y/N read that twitter thread and then giggled with all the chaos she made with this photo

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User6: Aus GP photo dump but without Oscar!!! OUTRAGEOUS!

↳Yourusername: Sorry😔 But at lesst there is one Aussie!

↳User7: Y/N only had room for one Australian and it had to be her fav.

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Aussiegrit: This isn't the way we wanted the world to find out but with the ever invasive paparazzi, I am finally able to show the love of my life off.

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User1: I KNEW IT!!!! I AM SOBBING RN MY BIGGEST SHIP (FOR THE PAST 6 YEARS IS AFLOAT)

↳ Yourusername: We've been married for 7 actually :)

↳User2: Have I just died and ascended into heaven? What is this that I'm hearing?

Yourusername: Love you, the love of MY life 🤍

↳Aussiegrit: Love you more🖤

↳Yourusername: Not possibleeee

↳Aussiegrit: It is because I said so (also when are you coming home?)

↳Yourusername: It doesn't work like that (half an hour, I've just need to finish one last thing and then I'm yours)

↳Aussiegrit; Yes I does (I can't wait to see you. Love you, more than you'll ever love me)

↳Yourusername: No🤍 (And no🤍 but see you soon)

User3: I'm I'm happy for them (I'm crying my eyes out)

User4: The white and black hearts omddd. Its like they complete each other!

Liked by yourusername, Aussiegrit

User5: I want what they have pls🙏

↳User6: Fr. I also want their secret jeering skills because 7 years if marriage and however long of dating being a secret is so impressive

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luvring · 4 months

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GREEN

suna x gn!reader | 400 words, fluff

suna has never particularly liked wearing colourful clothes.

it’s not that he hates colour—his closet isn’t entirely black and white, that would be a different issue. but it’s safer to build a bigger collection of neutrals so he can throw on whichever shirt and pair of pants when he’s running late, he explains to people who ask.

“but it also means you can get some statement pieces, right?”

it’s saturday, and even though you both swore to get up and do some chores, get out of the house together, it’s not his fault the couch is so comfortable, nor is it yours that the blankets are so warm. he looks up from his phone at your question, cheek squished against the plush throw in his arms. “like what?”

“hm.” you sit up against the other end to look at him properly, letting his legs wrap around one of yours. “i dunno, maybe something…green?”

rin wonders if you know your eyebrows and nose are scrunched, like you’ve just smelt something bad, but can’t figure out where from. “your face is telling me i look bad in green.”

your expression immediately relaxes to surprise, and you let out a breathy laugh. “sorry, i didn’t want to say blue because that felt sort of basic, but purple felt too out there?”

“purple?”

“see?” you kick his thigh with a snort.

“like barney purple or twilight sparkle purple?”

“oh you wish you could be twilight sparkle.”

and the conversation moves on from his wardrobe which, now that rin thinks about it, really doesn’t have any green. the thought sticks in the back of his head while you start to recount the plot, and he wonders if green would really look good on him, or if it was just a colour that wasn’t blue or purple.

so when you ask if he’s ready for your date a week later and he comes out wearing a noticeable green jacket, you can’t help but stare, and he can’t help but shift up under your gaze. maybe his plan was a little obvious.

his feet are quiet against the wood flooring as he walks up to you. “am i giving luigi or oscar the grouch?”

the question catches you off guard—if you’re being honest it sort of reminds you of peter pan. but he isn’t an option, so you smile and reach to fiddle with a button. “oscar for sure. but you pull it off.”

“good, because i lost my receipt and i honestly wasn’t sure if i could return this if you said i looked ugly.”

might be the one time my green divider ties to the story and isn't just a green divider

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna x reader #suna fluff

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sweetpiccolo-blog · 9 months

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To take care of you... (SMUT)

Oscar Piastri x Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! ONLY 18+

A/N: This was such an impulsive activity but worth it. This is what I produced. Hope you like it. Warnings: SMUT, and a tiny bit of fluff

Words: 1,8k

Summer holiday has started and somehow you were stuck on track. Well not somehow, some tests were being run. In scorching sun, the guys from McLaren were making one fastest lap after another one, testing the tires, new upgrades, anything and everything.

The only time they were not in their cars was during lunch and at the end in the evening. The sun was starting to set and everyone was running around the garage to tidy everything up ASAP so they could go home. Lando and Oscar went into their rooms to get out of the drenched suits.

You were Oscar's right hand so you tried to give him some time to get ready to leave, while you tried to get some data for him before he sees them in the team meeting.

You were chatting with some engineers, when you realized that Oscar is probably waiting for you all cleaned up and ready to go. You excuse yourself and head for the Australian´s room. You knock and get back a soft Come in ! .

You enter and what you see makes you soften your gaze.

Oscar is laying on the couch, sprawled all over, still sweaty and half asleep. What makes you quickly worried is the A/C turned on to maximum blowing straight at him.

“Oscar! Get up. You can't be laying completely drenched under the cold air. You'll get sick! Is that what you want?”

He softly groans and stirs awake. You decided to have none of this so you pull him up and into the bathroom, not caring if he is awake. You helped him out of his shoes and suit, leaving him sitting on the floor in the fireproof white shirt and pants. “Okay mate, you'll have to do the rest. I give you 10 minutes, then we are leaving.” You close the door, not giving him a chance to complain.

You smile to yourself as this reminds you of his good old F2 times. Oscar was never a drinker, but once he was celebrating his victory with his friends and overdid it. Luckily you were there to save him and get him into bed safely. The only differences are that he isn't drunk now and you work for him.

After a while he comes out, wrapped in a towel, looking like he is more awake. “Good morning sleepyhead. C´mon get dressed and I will wait for you in the car.” , you tease him with a smile. “I know you want to get to the hotel quickly, but you are quite bossy. I hope I'm still sleeping and you aren't this rude to me in reality.”, replies Oscar jokingly, faking a frown. “Can't we stay here for a little bit? Just a quick nap. Then I'll drive to the hotel.”, he tries offering. “Osi, no. Get dressed or I'm leaving you here.”

He sighs: “Yes chef.”

You go gather his belongings, taking them to the car and saying your farewell to the team for the day, learning that Lando has already left. Oscar gets to you and together you walk towards the car. “You have a lot to learn as a rookie from your teammate.” He looks at you confused: ”What do you mean?”

“Well, he is already on his way, wasting no time…” “Oh cmon, give me a break…”

“Not yet, gotta get you to your room.” “I'm not a kid anymore and you know me since childhood.” he whines.

“Exactly, I know you enough to know you need to be taken care of 24/7.” you smirk his way as you put the bags into the car. “Osi, I know you are exhausted but just cooperate with me for a few more minutes. I know you can.”

The ride to the hotel was a bit different than you thought. You expected Oscar to fall asleep, instead he was very responsive and talkative. Not like you didn't enjoy it, you just didn't expect it. Finally you arrived at your destination and got out. It was kinda early for you to go eat dinner so you went straight for the rooms. As your trusty friend unlocks the door for you he helps you with some bags and lays on the bed. You look at him: “Alright, I will leave you now. See you tomorrow morning Osi-”

He sits up suddenly. “Hold on! Can you stay the night here? You will just get the stuff you need from your room and come back. We can have a sleepover! Like old times.” he blurs out with hope in his eyes. You laugh at his eagerness and sit next to him : “Well if that's what you want… we can, but if you snore, I'm kicking you out on the balcony.” you joke. “Hey! This is my room. I'm the boss here, your rules don't work on me here.” You look at him with a glint in your eyes. “Oh really?” You were feeling a little bolder today so you decided to play with him a bit. You stood up and climbed onto him so your legs were beside his thighs and you hugged him around his shoulders. Eyes looking at his reddening face and inching closer. “ Someone is feeling themselves after nearly winning a race. Isn't that right?” He was too stunned to say anything. When he finally realized he had you like that, nearly sitting in his lap he woke up from his day dream and put his hands on your hips. It felt so so much better than you thought, to have his palms touch you and warm you up. But you weren't letting him have you. “Well then thanks for letting me stay here for the night Osi. I'll go get my stuff and get right back here.” you ruffled his soft locks and left to go for your pjs. But you didn't get far because the racing driver caught your wrist thanks to his quick reflexes. Under his breath he says: “Where do you think you're going.” You got caught off guard. That didn't sound like a question at all. Oscar stood up and towered over you. “I don't think I am the one feeling them-self in here. You are not going anywhere until we get that attitude out of you.” You are now the shocked one. You are about to say something but he pulls you towards him so your palms are on his chest. “You got to tell me what to do since Thursday. Now it's my turn and you are going to listen, understand sweetie?”

This Oscar was so hot. Not that he isn't usually hot but now he wasn't goofy hot. Just HOT.

“Yes-”

“There we go, I knew you could behave well.” he smiled “Is it okay if I kiss you?”. You stare at him for a moment and smash your lips together. You two get into a rhythm and just go for it. It's messy, it's hot but absolutely amazing. He is holding you by your hips, your hands are on the sides of his head. When you separate to breathe, you simultaneously decide to get rid of your clothes. You climb on the bed in your bra and panties as he stumbles out of his pants and climbs on top of you. You kiss yet again but now with more touching. He pets your stomach and touches around your thighs. You caress his neck and trace his chest with your fingers. Soft touches are everywhere. He pulls away : “God…you are stunning”. He takes your hand and puts a little kiss on your palm. Then he intertwines your and his hand as he squeezes it. You realize how much he loves you. He loves you and knows you care about him. You look into his eyes and nod at him. A silent signal of trust.

“Climb on top of me…” he orders softly. You sit up and move to hover above his thighs. You guide his hands to the back of your bra and he understands what must be done. He frees your chest and lets his hands do the work. You sigh in comfort and get your fingers in his brown locks. He is so gentle, yet he knows what he wants and you love it. The kisses around your shoulders, chest, upper arms, ribs, just everywhere. It is his and you let him claim it.

“Osi… don't tease” you whine. “Don't. I want to explore you. Don't be so tense, let me spread my love everywhere…” he speaks against your skin. “Your skin's so soft... so smooth... so warm.”

You let him do what he wants and then it's time to get rid of the last piece of clothing on both of you. He grabs a spare condom from his wallet and puts it on. You would ask him jokingly where he got it from but you don't want to ruin the mood, so you climb on top of him once again. You put your hands on his shoulders and kiss him deeply one last time before hovering over him and slowly sinking down. Your quiet moan turns into a louder one as Oscar helps you go further down. “Shh, you can take it.” You hide your face in his neck and breathe in his scent. He smells so familiar. Like home. "You're doing so well for me love."

Slowly he starts moving your hips, breathing out softly. You start lifting yourself up and down again and again. A steady pace is set and you both enjoy the feeling. “You were made for me…” escapes from Oscar's mouth in a small moan. You look down at him, at his pleasured gaze and kiss his cheek. This nice and calm rocking suddenly turns into you being handled by Oscar as you repeat his name like a mantra. “Say it louder. I need to remember you saying my name like this.” You were slowly starting to lose control over your body and just let Oscar do what he wanted. His name left your lips in shorter and louder yelps. He loved it. He brought you to this state. And you let him. The trust he was given fueled his hips to meet yours in the middle. Your muscles were like enchanted, contorting in pleasure.

Oscar laid you down and took over completely. He will bring you two to the oh so desired state as if his life depended on it. His lips worked on marking your chest and his hips hammered into you like no tomorrow. You felt him everywhere, he overtook all of your senses and clouded your mind. The hand on your belly and the other one on your sensitive nerve sent you over and you yelling out Oscar´s name helped him reach his seventh heaven.

And just like that it was over. Oscar composed himself, threw away the condom and went into the bathroom. Soon he returned with a wet cloth and a cup of water as you leaned on your elbows. “Now let me take care of you baby…” he said with a smile and you returned it.

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norrisleclercf1 · 4 months

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Lando taking care of business in front of his girl because the situation made him and he’s worried she’ll see a monster in him or sth but she’s just unfazed and even chimes in sth along the lines of “oh you’re done already? It’s kinda hot when you’re bossy and dangerous like that”

Lando freaking out and thinking you'd run but your leaning against the car probably texting Carlos or Oscar not really paying attention and he walks up maybe a little blood splattered on his white shirt. When you look up, you giggle and kiss his cheek asking him what time he'd want to eat.

He's be confused and asking you why you aren't running and you just shrug your shoulders. "I knew what I was getting into Lando, besides it was kinda hot. Twisted isn't it?" You run to car and get in and fuck if he didn't fall more in love with you

#lifeboredme #lando norris

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spiderpussinc · 9 months

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Just a reminder since im seeing a lot of people who don't regularly read comics get tripped up on things: the Spider-man 2099 (1992) comics are NOT canon!

And this isnt due to a recent change or anything. As soon as it ended (with multiple characters dying, things being destroyed) the character of miguel went on to be retconned and reworked multiple times by his own original writer (who was dissatisfied with the state of things) and OTHER writers (who thought They could fix it).

Case in point; one of the first series after the shelving of the 2099 universe featured Miguel's 1992 timeline being quite literally *stopped* on its tracks during the first week -- before any of the other events could happen -- and had him walk out of it to join a multiverse group called the Exiles. His 2014 series reboot by the original writer also ignores 90% of the events of that series, like keeping his mom and tyler stone alive etc. Separate oneshots focused on Miguel during a few marvel events also pretty much focused on the concept of trying to reboot and fix the 2099 universe so these events "were not set in stone" or "could be changed at any time" -- and this isn't by mistake.

Miguel's latest appearance (in yet another reboot oneshot series) seems to be based on his movie visual but with 0 ties to the previous series or references to atsv itself, since at the time the movie wasnt out yet. They just wanted people to know they'd be trying again (yet again!), and it remains to be seen what will be done next.

The 2099 comics are not canon to ATSV. They are barely relevant to marvel comics. The 2099 comics, starting all the way up with the original 1992 one, are littered with all manner of racist stereotypes and cultural mishandling on part of the white author, that aged pretty badly pretty quickly. Marvel is trying to pretend they didn't happen. Miguel's 2014 comics briefly, and insistently, also tried to pass him off as a white man (he was called "Mike" for a period) which was backpedalled when it didn't work.

*You are not obligated to read these comics to understand ATSV Miguel.* ATSV Miguel was created in collaboration with actual latinos to have his own, separate, improved story. (A few interviews have stated his characterization stems from Oscar Isaac's experience as a Cuban Exile) He is visually distinct and the artbook implies his 2099 universe is built from the ground up, set apart from the comics as well.

This isn't new. Miles from the ITSV movie is also completely removed from his original universe (where among other things, his mother gets killed by venom and the avengers are assholes) which is a long way of saying TL;DR --

Don't worry about wading through Miguel's garbage if you don't want to. Half of the people and events in these books have had no effect or staying impact on canon, they are snapped out of existence at will. And absolutely don't let anyone guilt you into reading these comics to prove "you're a real fan" when the MOVIE ITSELF does not give a shit lol

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