#yes one book is in Spanish that is because I am Spanish I don’t know why is it so problematic you guys confuse me

[ncwhereman]

spanish holiday: a collection

Let me ask you about something else that was in the Hunter Davies book. At one point you and Brian went off to Spain. Yes. Did you… you must have... We didn’t have an affair. You never had an affair with Brian? No, not an affair. Yoko: [laughs] What were the pressures from Brian? Cyn was having a baby and the holiday was planned, but I wasn’t going to break the holiday for a baby and that’s what a bastard I was. And I just went on holiday. I watched Brian picking up the boys. I like playing a bit faggy, all that. Yoko: [laughs] It was enjoyable, but there were big rumours in Liverpool, it was terrible. Very embarrassing. Rumors about you and Brian? Oh, fuck knows—yes, yes. I was pretty close to Brian because if somebody's going to manage me, I want to know them inside out. And there was a period when he told me he was a fag and all that. I introduced him to pills, which gives me a guilt association for his death. I mean they go that way anyway. And to make him talk—to find out what he’s like. And I remember him saying, “Don’t ever throw it back in me face, that I’m a fag.” Which | didn’t. But his mother’s still hiding that. But what I hate is the way they’re all attacking Allen. And Brian was a nice guy, but he knew what he was doing, he robbed us. He fucking took all the money and looked after himself and his family, and all that. And it’s just a myth. I hate the way that Allen is attacked and Brian is made like an angel, just cause he’s dead. He wasn't, he was just a guy. Allen will go berserk when he hears all this.

John Lennon, Jann S. Wenner, Lennon Remembers, 1970

Bob had insinuated that me and Brian had had an affair in Spain. And I must have been frightened of the fag in me to get so angry.

John Lennon, 1972, Peter McCabe and Robert D Schonfeld, John Lennon—For The Record, 1984

Brian was in love with me. It's irrelevant. I mean, it's interesting and it will make a nice Hollywood Babylon someday about Brian Epstein’s sex life, but it's irrelevant, absolutely irrelevant.

John Lennon, Playboy, 1980

I was on holiday with Brian Epstein in Spain, where the rumours went around that he and I were having a love affair. Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship. It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was homosexual. He had admitted it to me. We had this holiday together because Cyn was pregnant, and I went to Spain and there were lots of funny stories. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one, do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this, you know. And while he was out on the tiles one night, or lying asleep with a hangover one afternoon, I remember playing him the song Bad To Me. That was a commissioned song, done for Billy J Kramer, who was another of Brian’s singers.

John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 1980

Very quickly John became jumpy and on edge. He was beginning to feel trapped and it was time for him to escape but before he left he told me that Brian had asked him to go on holiday to Spain with him and he wanted to know if I objected. I must admit the request hit me like a bolt out of the blue and I really didn’t take it in properly at first but when it sank in I suppressed my true feelings and acquiesced. I was well aware that John deserved a holiday. He had just completed a tour and recording sessions. In actual fact he had never really had a holiday as such. They had all been working very hard and under great pressure since the success of Please Please Me, so I concealed my hurt and envy and gave him my blessings. He was delighted and left me a happy man. I on the other hand was left holding the baby, and what a baby. As soon as John returned from his break in Spain, fully relaxed and raring to get going again, we went together to register our son’s birth.

Cynthia Lennon, A Twist Of Lennon, 1978

Some accounts of that time claim that Brian was in love with John, which was why he wanted to manage the Beatles. I don't believe this for a second. They had a good relationship, but Brian cared for all the boys and he wanted success for the group because he thought they had something unique. Claims have been made since that Brian and John had a gay relationship. Nothing could be further from the truth. John was a hundred per cent heterosexual and, like most lads at that time, horrified by the idea of homosexuality. The bond between John and Brian was one of mutual respect and friendship. They liked and admired each other. Brian could see John's intelligence and distinctive talent. John appreciated Brian's business ability and his ambition for the group. They talked for hours and planned the group's future together. They both wanted the Beatles to be the biggest thing since Elvis, and were hell bent on making it happen.

When Julian was three weeks old, Brian invited John to go to Spain with him. John asked if I'd mind and I said, truthfully, that I wouldn't. I was preoccupied with Julian and nowhere near ready to travel, but I knew how much John needed a break where he wouldn't be recognised and could really relax. I gave them my blessing and they went off together for twelve days. It was a holiday John came to regret because it sparked off a string of rumours about his relationship with Brian. He had to put up with sly digs, winks and innuendo that he was secretly gay. It infuriated him: all he'd wanted was a break with a friend, but it was turned into so much more.

Cynthia Lennon, John, 2005

Brian and John spent so much time together, scheming and dreaming about the Beatles' future, that they seemed almost inseparable. In April 1963, John went so far as to accompany Brian on a holiday in Spain, leaving Cyn behind with their newborn son. In the absence of this decidedly odd couple, tongues began wagging all over town. I visited John at Aunt Mimi's a few days after his return to England. And when he started in about how much he had enjoyed Spain, I could hardly resist taking the piss out of him. "So you had a good time with Brian, then?" I smirked. Nudge nudge, wink wink. I was somewhat taken aback when John didn't so much as crack a smile. "Oh, fuckin' hell," he groaned. "Not you as well, Pete!" "What do you mean, not me as well?" "They're all fucking going on about it." "It's O.K., John. Don't take it so serious. I'm just joking, for Christ's sake." "Actually Pete," he said softly, "Something did happen with him one night." Now that wiped the grin right off my face. Had I even dreamed there might be any truth what soever to the rumors, I would never have made light of the subject in the first place. Still— as John surely knew— I would have stood by him, and let the rest of the world handle the business of passing moral judgment, even if he had just told me he'd committed murder. And John would surely have done the same for me. Which, after all, is what true friendship is all about. "What happened," John explained, "is that Eppy just kept on and on at me. Until one night I finally just pulled me trousers down and said to him: 'Oh, for Christ's sake, Brian, just stick it up me fucking arse then.' "And he said to me, 'Actually, John, I don't do that kind of thing. That's not what I like to do.' "'Well,' I said, 'what is it you want to do, then?' "And he said, 'I'd really just like to touch you, John.' "And so I let him toss me off." And that was that. End of story. "That's all, John?" I said. "Well, so what? What's the big fucking deal, then?" "Yeah, so fucking what! The poor bastard. He's having a fucking hard enough time anyway." This was in reference to the "butch" dockers who, on several recent occasions, had rewarded Brian's advances by beating him to a bloody pulp. "So what harm did it do, then, Pete, for fuck's sake?" John asked rhetorically. "No harm at all. The poor fucking bastard, he can't help the way he is." "No need to get so worked up," I said. "You know I don't give a shit. What's a fucking wank between friends anyway?" We then moved on to other topics, and neither of us ever mentioned the incident again. (And as far as I was concerned, the real revelation that night was not that John had "had it off" with Brian, but that he had demonstrated— albeit in his own brusque way—such genuine compassion for that most hopelessly besotted of all his many admirers.) Unfortunately, certain Liverpool acquaintances (who had no way of knowing that there was a kernel of truth to their allegations) wouldn't let John hear the end of it. All in good fun, no doubt, but John was still too enamored of his macho self-image to take lightly any inference that he was anything less than 100 percent heterosexual.

Pete Shotton, Nicholas Schaffner, John Lennon: In My Life, 1983

John told me he had had a one-night stand with Brian, on a holiday with him in Spain, when Brian had invited him out, a few days after the birth of Julian in 1963, leaving Cyn alone. I mentioned this brief holiday in the book, but not what John had alleged had taken place. Partly, I didn't really believe it, though John was daft enough to try almost anything once. John was certainly not homosexual, and this boast, or lie, would have given the wrong impression. It was also not fair on Cynthia, his then wife.

Hunter Davies, The Beatles: The Authorised Biography (updated edition, 2010)

Almost three weeks after the birth of his son—whom he had seen only a couple of times by then—he agreed to go to Spain with Brian on a private holiday, while the other three Beatles flew to the Canaries for their spring break. I don’t think John told Cynthia what he was doing—he rarely told her anything—and he certainly wouldn’t have asked her permission. When she found out, she dissolved in tears, but she was scared of John and said nothing. To say we were astonished is an understatement. Much has been made of this trip. It was sun, sand and sea—but was it also sex? John himself said he finally allowed Brian to make love to him “to get it out of the way.” Those who knew John well, who had known him for years, don’t believe it for a moment. John was aggressively heterosexual and had never given a hint that he was anything but. If it had been George, we might have believed it. George could act camp and had many homosexual friends, but John loved to say things to shock, and his sly statement was probably just another in a long line of such provocative statements. In fact, it was more in character for John to taunt Brian with promises during those long hot nights in Barcelona than to succumb. Equally, it was in Brian’s masochistic nature to enjoy being tormented, then perhaps to rush off in search of a young bullfighter. Brian adored bullfighters so much, he ended up sponsoring one. (And I think Brian would have confided in somebody if it had happened.)

Tony Bramwell, Magical Mystery Tours: My Life With The Beatles, 2014

First, he wanted to make Brian the baby’s godfather. Second, he was leaving on holiday as soon as this tour was over. He was going away with Brian—just the two of them. The other Beatles were going to the Canary Islands. This meant John wouldn’t see Cynthia for several weeks, long after she had returned home from the hospital. Cynthia lay back in the hospital bed, her head spinning. How could John go off and leave her and Julian like that, she demanded, and with Brian Epstein no less? John flared up at her. “Being selfish again, aren’t you?” he said. “I’ve been workin’ my bloody ass off on one-night stands for months now. Those people starin’ from the other side of the glass are bloody everywhere, hauntin’ me. I deserve a vacation. And anyway, Brian wants me to go, and I owe it to the poor guy. Who else does he have to go away with?” Brian and John went to Barcelona at the end of April 1963. It was a city that Brian had explored on his 1959 solo trip to Spain. He had since become a great fan of the bullfights and considered himself something of an aficionado. He took great pleasure in introducing John to the pageantry and excitement. They spent the days shopping and taking side trips. At night they toured the nightclubs. Later in the week they rented a car and drove down the coast to the glistening white town of Sitges on the Costa Brava. Each night they would sit in the candlelit cafés and watch the couples stroll by in the moonlight. Over many bottles of wine they talked candidly about Brian’s personal life. It was a great relief for Brian to finally be able to talk honestly with John. He told John that for a man who valued honesty as dearly as he did, it was a terrible burden for him to live his life a lie. “If you had a choice, Eppy,” John said, “if you could press a button and be hetero, would you do it?” Brian thought for a moment. “Strangely, no,” he said. A little later a peculiar game developed. John would point out some passing man to Brian, and Brian would explain to him what it was about the fellow that he found attractive or unattractive. “I was rather enjoying the experience,” John said, “thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this.” And still later, back in their hotel suite, drunk and sleepy from the sweet Spanish wine, Brian and John undressed in silence. “It’s okay, Eppy,” John said, and lay down on his bed. Brian would have liked to have hugged him, but he was afraid. Instead, John lay there, tentative and still, and Brian fulfilled the fantasies he was so sure would bring him contentment, only to awake the next morning as hollow as before.

Peter Brown, The Love You Make, 1983 can't wait for the full fic on ao3 peter!

One story the Press certainly didn’t get at the time was that in April, in the middle of the euphoria that followed all the early success and acclaim, Brian and John went off to Spain for a holiday. So much invention and rubbish has been made of this trip by so many people since, that the truth deserves at least a brief mention. The most sensational version, of course, is that the holiday was a chance for Brian to consummate his overwhelming passion for John, which inspired him to sign the group in the first place. I’m afraid it wasn’t like that. John roared with laughter at the rumours that began afterwards. Typically, he encouraged the stories that he and Brian were gay lovers because he thought it was funny and John was one of the world’s great wind-up merchants. He told me afterwards in one of our frankest heart-to-hearts that Brian never seriously did proposition him. He had teased Brian about the young men he kept gazing at and the odd ones who had found their way to his room. Brian had joked to John about the women who hurled themselves at him. ‘If he’d asked me, I probably would have done anything he wanted. I was so much in awe of Brian then I’d have tried a night of vice-versa. But he never wanted me like that. Sure, I took the mickey a bit and pretended to lead him on. But we both knew we were joking. He wanted a pal he could have a laugh with and someone he could teach about life. I thought his bum boys were creeps and Brian knew that. Even completely out of my head, I couldn’t shag a bloke. And I certainly couldn’t lie there and let one shag me. Even a nice guy like Brian. To be honest, the thought of it turns me over.’ All the same, John was very selfish to have gone off on holiday with Brian then because it was just after Cynthia had given birth to his son Julian. John’s whole romance and marriage to Cynthia was kept a secret at the time because Brian feared the effect of publicity about one of the Beatles having a wife, let alone a family.

Alistair Taylor, With The Beatles, 2003

While Brian thought a Beatle’s image could be affected by marriage and fatherhood, his next move proved wildly indiscreet and potentially dangerous. On April 8, 1963, Cynthia gave birth to Julian, and Brian was named his godfather. Shortly afterward, Brian invited John to join him alone on a holiday in Spain. Lennon had been working hard, writing songs and touring Britain. He needed a rest, and Cynthia relished some time alone to adapt to life with a baby. John accepted and flew to Barcelona on April 28 for the twelve-day break. John made it clear to everyone that he was a woman-chaser, a hundred percent heterosexual. But it was inept of Epstein to risk the whispering that was bound to ensue from such an expedition by a manager and a solitary Beatle. It was one of the few times when Brian’s perception of public opinion faltered, for the Spanish trip fueled rumors in Liverpool of an Epstein-Lennon relationship. Paul McCartney’s theory is that “John, not being stupid, saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr. Epstein who was the boss of this group … he wanted Brian to know who he should listen to.” Lennon knew that Brian held him in awe, regarding him as a genius. On their return to Liverpool, Brian and John decided to deal with the gossip decisively. At McCartney’s twenty-first birthday party on June 18, Bob Wooler and Lennon were seen chatting together and within minutes the Beatle had pummeled the Cavern compere to the ground. “He called me a bloody queer, so I bashed his ribs in,” John later told Cynthia. Epstein, no less angry but sensing the need for repairing all wounds, physical and oral, drove Wooler to hospital for treatment of torn knuckles and for shock. Next, Epstein moved swiftly to prevent the friction from escalating. Through his solicitor friend Rex Makin he paid Wooler £200 in damages and insisted that Lennon sent him a telegram of apology. The rumors were quelled. But nothing could prevent the attack on Wooler from reaching the Daily Mirror, whose pop reporter Don Short, in a first recognition of the group’s burgeoning importance, published a back-page story headlined: “Beatle in Brawl Says: Sorry I Socked You.” Since the deaths of Epstein and Lennon, many with no access to, or observation of, both men in their lifetime have peddled the assumption that Brian and John had a sexual liaison. This is despite the lack of any evidence, despite firm declarations of John’s heterosexuality from Cynthia and many other women, and despite the statement by McCartney that he “slept in a million hotel rooms, as we all did, with John and there was never any hint that he was gay.” Brian possibly had a homosexual fascination for Lennon but it could never be reciprocated. And since Epstein was not a predator, that eliminated the likelihood of such a link. More than anyone, Epstein saw the Beatles as an indivisible unit. He would never have risked so profoundly changing his relationship with them, individually or collectively. Nothing mattered more to Brian, after his devotion to his family, than the entity of the Beatles.

Ray Coleman, The Man Who Made The Beatles, 1989

Years later, John finally came clean about what had happened: not to anyone who’d been around at the time, but to the unshockable woman with whom he shared the last decade of his life. He said that one night during the trip, Brian had cast aside shyness and scruples and finally come on to him, but that he’d replied, “If you feel like that, go out and find a hustler.” Afterward, he had deliberately fed Pete Shotton the myth of his brief surrender, so that everyone would believe his power over Brian to be absolute.

Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

I don’t actually know the truth of the John rumour. I suspected that the John trip to Barcelona was a power play on John’s part because John was a very political animal. I think John went away on that Spanish holiday because nobody went on holiday. I would have gone, anyone would have gone. A free holiday? You’re kidding. I’m there. Number two, I’m sure John took Brian aside and said, ‘Hey, you want to deal with this group, I’m the guy you deal with, OK.’ John was that kind of guy. He was a very sensible, very pragmatic guy. So I’m sure that was the main reason John went there. As to whether there was any sort of gay dalliance or whatever, I don’t know. All I can ever say about it is that I slept with John a lot because you had to, you didn’t have more than one bed – and to my knowledge John was never gay.

Paul McCartney, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

Brian Epstein was going on holiday to Spain at the same time and he invited John along. John was a smart cookie. Brian was gay, and John saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr Epstein who was the boss of this group. | think that's why he went on holiday with Brian. And good luck to him, too — he was that kind of guy; he wanted Brian to know whom he should listen to. That was the relationship. John was very much the leader in that way, although it was never actually said. So there was the homosexual thing — I'm not sure John did anything but we certainly gave him a lot of grief when he got back.

Paul McCartney, The Beatles Anthology, 2000

My sense of the trip to Barcelona is that it was an intriguing situation because John left his wife to go on this holiday, who was still in hospital having given birth to her first child. So it was an extraordinary thing, but John wanted to go on holiday with Brian and there was a great bond between them. John knew that Brian was going and he also knew that Brian was very attracted to him and I think this intrigued John. My understanding only comes from Brian. I never discussed this with John but I heard that there were lots of discussions about the business of homosexuality and Brian’s homosexuality. But I think it’s wrong to discuss something which is really rather significant when I only know one side of the picture.

Peter Brown, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

It had nothing to do with advancement of career. John knew that he already had Brian as an ally; he knew that Brian liked him, was attracted to him and stimulated by his intellect. Anyway, I don’t believe John was that manipulative. And the idea of going along with it, and trying to take advantage of it, just wouldn’t have been Brian’s way.

Peter Brown, Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

It was during the same discussion that he told me that he and John Lennon had been lovers. Now that’s too much for me to take on. We’d never talked about his personal life before, so I left the room.

Lonnie Trimble, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

#mostly just for me to have it in one place :) #might add more if i dig something up #he was 100% heterosexual #but he 'encouraged stories about them being gay lovers.... because he thought it was funny'.................... #(all straight people do that don't they?) #but he beat bob up for insinuating they were #but then again what's a fucking wank between friends anyway??? #brian epstein #john lennon #jb #quote #ref #m

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Hey i just read your touchstarved headcanons and I LOVE IT!!!

And Here’s my request is that can you do a scenario of TS boys with MC who can speak different languages??? (like Italian or French)

Don’t worry i am a patient person and I won’t rush you. And i hope you’ll make more scenarios of the TS boys in be future.

YES HI HELLO !! I am, SO SO SORRY for taking two thousand centuries to respond to this—I’ve been pretty stressed over work so I haven’t been able to write headcanons as much— BUT TYSM FOR THE ASK !! IM SO HAPPY YOUVE ENJOYED MY HEADCANONS !

I do want to apologize in advance that these are going to be shorter and less one-shot like, than my others. These will be more like my Kuras Headcanons I made awhile ago—(Life has been kicking my butt lately so my motivation has been LOW)

But I hope you still enjoy them !!

Also huuuuge thanks to @danyvhell-writes

For helping me with these ideas !! You’re a saint 🙏

ALR LES GO

Note: gn reader! Fluff

Warnings: PROBABLY OOC PLS DONT HATE ME

Ais

ALR ALR AHAHAHAHA

So, one of my besties would do this A LOT where she would just switch into Spanish and I’d just be there like ???

So I thought it would be funny if you did that with Ais here

Imagine you’re in some kind of argument, a stupid, light one you know— and to annoy him

YOU JUST SWITCH INTO A WHOLE DIFFERENT LANGUAGE

He’s completely stunned, red eyes wide as you just start rambling, (very passionately) in a language he doesn’t understand

As you go on though, he just becomes utterly impressed, watching your mouth as he studies the words coming out of it (and just because he’s flirty LMAOOOO)

After you’ve had your fun, he comments something like “Impressive, Sparrow.” And then asks you, ofc, if you can teach him what you said

To tease him a bit more, you don’t tell him for a bit until he BRINGS OUT THESE GIANT PUPPY EYES

So you do start teaching him, just long evenings hunched over books or a paper as you teach him different phrases and words, the candle light dancing on his focused gaze.

And one day, out of the blue, he starts calling you Sparrow in the language you were speaking(and you also hear him practice words while talking with Princess—AND ITS SO ADORABLE)

After he’s becoming pretty good at it, you then proceed to tease other people(Leander) by randomly switching mid-conversation into a different language <33

Leander

NOW WITH THIS ONE, it reminded me of this really cool video of a guy switching between loads of languages in one song

IMAGINE showing this off to Leander one rowdy night at the Wet Wick

Maybe it’s even one of his favorite songs ??? And hearing you sing it in so many languages would absolutely knock him off his feet.

Another thing I think he’d go CRAZY FOR

Pet names, in whatever language.

Like ?? You call him something like “Mi amor…” for Spanish, or “Tesoruccio.” For Italian ??

He’s done for. Doomed. Dead. Will beg you to repeat it over and over while he showers your hands or arms with kisses.

He’s also one that would definitely be okay with you calling these pet names in public—he wants to be all smug that HES the one called yours.

He probably also learns whatever language you speak as well, might already know it because bro probably had tutors that taught him so many languages man.

In return for the pet names, he probably calls you something like “λατρεία μου” or “latria mu” (My adored !!! 🥹 in greek)

Kuras

NOW, THIS IS INTERESTING

I’m guessing since Kuras is an Angel, he knows like ??? Every language?

So when he finds out you speak others, he’s instantly curious, impressed, and now it’s quiz time.

You pass by a certain object, plant, anything, and he asks you how to say it in your language(s). Even if he may already know, he likes to hear it coming from you, enjoying the glint in your eyes as you explain things.

Another thing he’ll do, is when you’re having a library date, he’ll hand you a book and request you translate it. Either from your language to—whatever language people speak in Eridia ?? Or from that language to yours.

These will turn into nightly strolls with you translating a poem or book as he strides beside you, golden eyes locked on every word.

In return, he’ll translate whatever text into a language you don’t know. (I wonder if angels have a specific language??)

A name for him, I think it’d be cute if you called him 아름다운 천사 (Beautiful Angel in Korean !!)

Whether this is after or before you know he’s an Angel, he finds it both amusing and endearing. (Or painfully ironic if his life as an Angel is a tough subject)

Mhin

OKAY SOSOSOSOSO !! Mhin evidently thirsts for knowledge, they’re a lil nerd and they’re rlly bad at hiding it (A mood really. one of the reasons I love them <3) and my friend mentioned they’re more of a listener? So like I can see them just—paying very close attention to every word you say

At times they may not seem to be listening to you as you ramble, or catch a few words of slang from your language(s). But they’re actually secretly a sponge and soak up every little detail.

And now this may be just me but Mhin gives off such I must impress you with all my random facts vibes.

They ask questions about the languages you speak, the slang, the meanings, how to pronounce things correctly, everything

And then they do their own research, soaking up all they can before appearing to you one day and just starting the conversation in your language(s)

When you show any sign of being impressed, they will look away blushing and try to act cool but nahhh buddy you aren’t fooling anyone we know you spent forever working on that

Similar to Ais, lots of late night lessons where you get to teach Mhin about your language(s)! Just you two looming over an open book, Mhin scribbling down notes, looking so concentrated and you even spot a smile starting to form as they start getting better and better. (I love themmmmm 😭)

Mhin asks you to quiz them a lot, and looks so !! !! Just proud of themself when they pass. (Before realizing it and their self loathing kicks in and they revert back to >:( ) You want to tell them that they don’t need to be quizzed but look at their face !! Let them impress you okay !! They’re top 1 student !!

If you want you can joke about them having to call you Professor(Mc) or something but ur just gonna get a deep frown and glare like 😒 nuh uh AHAHSHS

Vere

Ohhh vere my nemesis. (He’s the toughest for me to write i have to like mentally and physically ambush him in a fast food parking lot before I can get anything outta him)

(I love him so much though so here we go !! Thanks to my friend for giving me a lot of help in this one because otherwise I’d be a doomed woman)

My friend brought up since he’s a fox, he’s very sensitive to sound !! So when you’re speaking in your mother language, he notices how your tone might change, watches as your tongue moves against your teeth or the top of your mouth, idk but he makes it a sensual thing somehow 😭

Definitely flirts with you in your language(s), says the most outrageous thing and watches as you get stunned or flustered by it, absolutely delighted that no one but you (or anyone who’s unfortunately being nosy and can understand) knows what he’s saying.

Okay this may be dumb but it’s so funny to me imagine Vere like putting on his most smooth, seductive tone, convincing the people around that he’s gonna say like the most erotic thing but he ends up just saying something like 💀 “Avocados” in your language(s) or like “Leander looks like a chicken breast” he does it to see you laugh but also because Leander overhears and could tell his name was said and thinks Vere is like— finally coming around but only you two rlly know Vere is just sexily roasting him.

Due to recent lore being dropped, and in his lil character sheet, it says Vere has a huge love for the arts. I think it’d be really neat if you introduced him to things specifically written in your language(s) !! Like books that originated from your country, plays that are only acted in that language(s), just a tour of the language! And if he doesn’t know your languages(s) then teaching him is gonna be like 💀 somehow so flirty

Will definitely call you Professor(Mc) but he makes it sound absolutely horrendous and cringey and you will regret it you probably should turn back

Jokingly will ask if you’ll give him a golden sticker if he behaves—do it, just to humble him.

OKAY WE’VE REACHED THE END WOOOT WOOT !!!! I DIDNT THINK I’D MAKE IT !!! Been stuck in this endless void for ages !!

Hem hem, thanks so much for the ask !!! I’m so so sorry it took forever 😭 writer’s block nearly had my head this time uh oh

Thank you again to my bestie for helping me out !!

Now I hope you see the most beautiful sunset, eat your favorite dessert, learn something new, and have a happy spring !! 🫶🩷✨

#touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved game #answered asks #thank you for the ask ! #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved leander #touchstarved ais #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved vere #winterwritings

[blue2black]

COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 2

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*in an Uber pt 3*

Soap: Is it that big of a deal?

Gaz: YES!

Soap: It’s just two people who love each other.

Soap: “Love Is Love”, that’s what the gay people say.

Gaz: Well, fuck them homosexuals because love and love is not the same thing in this situation.

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Makarov, holding out a gun: Put your hands up!

Price: No.

Makarov: …what?

Price: I said no.

Makarov: Why not?

Price: I don’t want to. 😒

Makarov: But I’ve got a gun.

Price: I don’t care. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Makarov: But…doesn’t make any sense! (Ō👄Ō)

Price: Too bad!

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Ghost, holding in his laughter: Johnny, I have something really important to tell you…

Soap, looking up from his sketch book: What’s up, love?

Ghost, smiling: I wanna get a job cleaning mirrors…

Soap: … *realizes this is a dad joke*

Ghost, still holding a laugh: It’s something I can really-

Soap, getting up and walking away: NO.

Ghost: -can really SEE myself doing… *breaks off into wheezing laughter*

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*Soap as soon as Price takes his eyes off of him*

Soap: Eureka! That’s it! 😃

Soap: I’ll run away! 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

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Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I let him drive just in case we get pulled over.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; everybody thinks his credit score is good 'cause of me.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can wear bonnets and he can't, 'cause he'll get cancelled.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every time we go out to eat the old people stare at us.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; every time you see me take a family picture, people scream "get out".

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every night he leaves the stove light on, and I think it's raising our electricity bill.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can say certain words that he can't, like: NI-

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Price: Are you stuck?

Gaz, hanging from a bloody rope once again: ...I AM. 😭

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Ghost: What the hell were you thinking?!

Soap: You told me not to think!

Ghost: … (Ô_Ô)

Soap: … (Û~Û)💅🏻

Ghost: … (Ō_Ō) *this bitch…*

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(Alejandro and Rudy making fun of Graves)

Rudy, laughing: PARECE ZORRILLO— 🤣

*Alejandro and Rudy fall on the ground laughing their asses off*

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Laswell: Wow, a surprisingly peaceful, domestic moment.

Laswell: When will it be ruined?

Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost: LASWELL!! 😫😫😫😫

Laswell: There it is! -_-💢

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Laswell, who’s been hearing them flirt over coms for 50 minutes: Why don’t you two cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit you have sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost and Soap: WOAH-!

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(Laswell asking why they all joined the army)

Ghost: NO- *buries face into a pillow*

Laswell: Ghost, why’d you join the army? 😆

Ghost, whining into the pillow: I don’t know… 😭

—

Laswell: Soap, why’d you join the army?

Soap: So I can fire guns! 😃

—

Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Gaz: … 😐

Gaz: I’ll answer that question with another question…

Gaz: Why the fuck did think this was a good idea? 🥲

—

Laswell: Why’d you join the army, John?

Price: Because I had nothing better to do.

—

Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Rudy: …’cause I’m a fucking idiot. 😐 *spanish rage*

—

Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alejandro: Why’d I join the army?

Alejandro: For money.

Laswell: What money? 🤨

—

Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alex: To find a battle boo. 😂

Laswell: 😂

—

Laswell: Farah, why’d you-

Farah: Wait- *takes off headphones*

Farah: Okay, what?

Laswell, chuckling: Why’d you join the army?

Farah: Shit…

Farah: I don’t know my guy.

Laswell: Cream? 🙂

Farah: Cream. 😌

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Ghost, smiling: Knock knock.

Soap, already so over it: Who’s there? 😒

Ghost: I eat mop.

Soap: I eat mop who?-

Soap: Ugh, Simon! *walking away*

*Ghost wheezes in pure bliss*

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*in an Uber pt 4*

Gaz: I’m not open to this. At all.

Soap: Why you not open—GET open to it.

Gaz: The only thing that was open here was..your mom’s damn legs.

Gaz: And she should’ve kept them closed for her brother.

Soap: 😧

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Shepherd: Here we go…

Shepherd: 15 years and 14 hours later…

Shepherd: Best brisket in Texas.

Graves, who purposely gave Shepherd the wrong recipe: 😏 (GRAVES, YOU EVIL BI-)

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Farah: How did you know that you always wanted to be a professional Drug Cartel Leader?

Valeria: I just wanted to be a star in any way I got it.

Valeria: I said if I didn't become a star by thirty-five I was just gonna become a serial killer.

Farah: ...well, girl, how old are you? I'm getting nervous... 😨

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Gaz: Hi! I'm the witch that won't turn you into a frog because amphibians are people too!

Gaz: Kyle Garrick! *pulls out a frog and lets it hop away*

Ghost: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.

Gaz: ...

Ghost: I'm Simon.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #call of duty #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #vladimir makarov #john price #captain price #simon ghost riley #alex keller #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #kate laswell #farah karim #hershel shepherd #phillip graves #valeria garza #soapghost #alexgaz #incorrect quotes #tiktok quotes #tiktok #blue2black: call of duty

[starrypen]

⋇⊶⊰ BY(E) THE BOOK ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: boyf!jeonghyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: jeonghyeon is curious about the book you’ve been breathing heavily over for the past 10 minutes. once he gets his hands on it, he understands why, and must find a way to prove to you that he’s just as good as fiction. it’s a shame your fun gets cut short.

warnings: quotes are taken from the spanish love deception, pet names, fingering, reader “tastes” herself, power play, cut short.

a/n: the lack of jeonghyeon smut is driving me insane, i had to write one for myself

attempting to pry the book out of your hands, jeonghyeon grabbed it by the spine, a devilish smile on his face.

“why won’t you let me see?” he complained, almost pouting, “if it’s not that bad, why won’t you let me read it?” he repeated.

“because,” you removed your thumbs one at a time from the pages they were trapped between, “it’s private!”

“i could go and pick this one up from the bookstore in town,” he laughed, refusing to let go.

“don’t you have a meeting soon?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“in fifteen minutes,” it didn’t work, his grip becoming stronger.

you sighed, maybe even grunted, in frustration. the book slipped through your sweaty hand and was suddenly at the sole discretion of your boyfriend. his slender fingers located the magnetic bookmark at the top of the book and quickly opened it to the page. you wanted to escape but you knew you’d have to face the consequences at some point.

““i should lay you there and fuck you deep and slow”” he quoted, a slight bit of judgement to his reading. “i didn’t realise books could be so… horny,” he looked at you for confirmation before reading on. ““i felt his hard length against my ass” seriously?” he asked, looking at you once again, this time closing the book and tossing it to the end of the bed. he took in your response, you shifted a little and averted your eyes, he expected no different. “do you enjoy that?” he asked, a little too casually for you to even consider lying to him.

“it’s not the best literature in the world, but yes,” you rolled your eyes, not that he could see. “please don’t make this weirder than it already is by asking me anything else” you sighed a second time, turning over to face him, hoping your pleading eyes would convince him.

“there’s a lot i want to know… but…” you raised a brow as he spoke, “but let me ask just one more question.”

you nodded apprehensively. you knew by his tone that is was nothing too embarrassing.

“do you ever read it wishing it was you?” he asks.

you furrow your brows and jolt your head back, as if he’d just sneezed in your face.

“i mean, even if they are just two fictional characters, it’s still kinda hot, no?” he pressed, “and i know it was turning you on.”

suddenly, you felt tiny under his gaze. you wanted to touch yourself, even just thinking about the book, and maybe how jeonghyeon could treat you just like the guy in the book does.

“am i right, angel?” he asked, his arm coming over you and pinning you under it.

you hummed sheepishly.

“show me,” his lips met yours, brushing against your own as he spoke again, “show me how turned on it made you.” his hand now caressed your side, still holding you to the bed.

you nodded, only wanting to please him, “how?”

he took his hand from your side and grabbed yours, guiding it to your shorts. you took them off without giving it any second thought, your panties coming off too.

“can i touch you?” he asked, as if he hadn’t made you feel good thousands of times before.

“please,” you begged.

the coldness of his hand fingers hit your core, or maybe it was overwhelming pleasure from the feeling of his slender digits against your pussy.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” he seemed to rush to kiss you again, leaning in quickly only to bring his fingers to your lips instead. he traced over them before you let him put them in your mouth, tasting your own wetness. and as soon as he romoved them, he’d replaced them with his tongue, wanting to taste you just as much as you had. meanwhile, his fingers worked your pussy, teasing your clit and occasionally slipping one finger inside of you as he kissed you.

by the feeling of his hardening cock against your thigh, you knew jeonghyeon was getting far too into this for someone who had to be out of the house in a few minutes. with your hands at his shoulders, you pushed him away from you.

“haven’t you got a meeting to be at?” you giggled, the boy already stripping himself of the t-shirt he’d only just put on. you sat up, running your fingernail down his chiselled torso. “hmm?” you probed.

he threw his hand back and groaned, supporting himself with his hands. “you’re right, but i know i won’t be able to stop thinking about you the whole time.”

you heard the boy rambling, but you couldn’t help yourself. your lips pressed against the bare skin on his chest. he looked down at you, scoffing at your selfishness but not once complaining. you created a pattern with your kisses, leading you down, over his abs.

“i really need to go,” he moaned, despite not making an effort to move from under your lips.

they teased at jeonghyeon’s navel, his head falling back in both pleasure and anticipation.

“fuck,” you heard him moan under his breath.

you smiled against his torso before continuing the trail of kissing, down, almost reaching his waistband, when you felt his hand gently caress your hair. you look up towards him, his eyes meeting yours unexpectedly. it was like a heavy blow of lust, combined with the perfect amount of love and adoration.

“angel,” you sat up again upon hearing the pet name, “you know i love you, but can we finish this later?” he asked, defeated by the timing.

“fine,” you rolled your eyes with an understanding smile as you watched your boyfriend put his shirt on again.

he stretched his legs over the bed before sorting himself out in front of the long length mirror, throwing his bag over his head. “oh,” he turned, “and i’ll be taking this with me,” he picked up the book he’d dismissed a few moments ago and slipped it into his bag, “can’t have you getting turned on by a man that isn’t me!”

#evnne smut #evnne #lee jeonghyeon smut #lee jeonghyeon #evnne fanfic #evnne imagines #jeonghyeon #jeonghyeon smut #lee jeonghyeon imagines

[docholligay]

Foreign Films to Expand Into

I saw a post regarding the writer’s strike that suggested Americans maybe make the effort of watching a foreign film, and while I agree, I didn’t think its tone was super helpful. Don’t get me wrong, I’m the queen of “Pull yourself out of a rut!!” but I don’t think “Americans are so fucking stupid they don’t realize other countries make movies” is actually trying to help anyone, so much as add to the idea that I guess the rest of the world is being forced to watch Captain America at gunpoint. 

But I DO want Americans to watch foreign films, in the same way that I want them to watch indie films, and I want people of all nations and stripes to expand their understanding of what they’re used to, to push themselves into something else they might like. I think my family would say that it’s fair to call me a person who is open to experience. I love to try things! That’s why I have the book draw, that’s why I go see movies I’m not sure about, that’s why I actively seek out foods I’ve never tried. You deserve to make your life interesting, to be challenged, to provide enrichment in your enclosure. You are worth the effort of a richly textured life! And movies are often a pretty cheap way to go about stepping outside of your comfort zone. I can’t wait to hear what you thought of any of these! 

Obviously, if you are not American, one  of these may not be foreign to you. Yes, I know that. 

I don’t hold out that all of these are hidden gems--some of them are, or were, extremely popular movies. Many of them won awards. But I do hold out that these are some of my favorites, and I would love to share them with you. I did, however, try to avoid anything that I thought already got a lot of play on tumblr: I don’t need to tell anyone here to watch Parasite, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, or any given Ghibili movie (Though you should watch Grave of the Fireflies--it’s my favorite). 

Pan’s Labyrinth (Mexico and Spain): This is my favorite foreign film of all time and I am breaking my, “I’m not putting any movie on here I don’t need to tell you to watch” rule right away because it is in fact one of my favorite movies of all time, American or foreign. It is a lush story about fantasy, facism, courage, and the horror of childhood. Warning: This movie is very very intense. Do not be fooled by the fact that Del Toro also does like fucking…Hellboy. He also can make very serious, very good movies, and he does not shy away from the brutality of the Spanish Civil War. If you liked Labyrinth but you’re fully grown now and I want a story about fantasy bargains for the adult crowd, this is for you. 

The Orphanage (Spain): I love Spanish horror, and so it was really, really difficult to only pick one. But this has been one of my favorites for years, a classic Spanish slow burn that deals with the long shadow of childhood and the line between the supernatural and the natural. If you like pensive horror movies like The VVitch, I really think you should give this one a try. 

Hero (China): I know a lot of y’all are into wuxia now, but back when this came out it wasn’t a thing I had ever heard of*. Hero is, as the title might imply, a sweeping historical epic with fantastic fight scenes and gorgeous cinematography. If you enjoy stories told in multiple interpretations, high-flying wire work, and with some ideas about war, peace, and truth that tempt without asking too much of you, you’ll love this. 

Cold War (Poland): Listen, I love Cuarón, Mexican and Spanish movies absolutely dominate my list of foreign films I’ve watched, but I genuinely thought Cold War deserved the edge over Roma for the Oscar that year. It’s a fairly short movie for the times, coming in at less than 90 minutes, and it wastes not even one second of that film time. Cold War is a bittersweet love story not only with two people toward each other, but feels deeply critical of Poland while recognizing the impossibility of unbraiding yourself from it. If you love impossible, bittersweet, happily never after love stories with stark and striking cinematography, you’ll adore Cold War. 

Tigers Are Not Afraid (Mexico): I adore an unflinching take on childhood, and this movie is absolutely that. It essentially asks, “How do children survive in a world full of trauma?” and the answer is that sometimes, they don’t. This movie is a little frenetic, admittedly, but the ways fantasy and imagination is woven into a group of street children orphaned by the cartels is something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I first saw it, and I think the final shot is pitch perfect. If you liked Pan’s Labyrinth this is required viewing, as I think it shares a lot of themes. 

The African Doctor (France): “Holligay, if you put another fucking downer movie in this list I am going to BEAT YOUR ASS” Okay, okay, we’re going to ignore my general predilections and everything from here on down is fairly life-affirming or comedic or easy. This is about a little village in France in the 1970s that gets an African doctor. It’s sweet, and funny, and you come away from it feeling good. Also I still laugh every time Seyolo responds to the fact that most of the villagers had never seen a black person with: “So what? Now they will.” If you like sweet fish out of water stories with nice endings, this is for you. 

Om Shanti Om (India): I maintain that this is the best movie to watch if you’re brand new to Bollywood. It mostly avoid the worst of its excesses while delighting in all of its strengths. It is a genuinely fun film with fantastic songs, and a shockingly together storyline for a Bollywood movie (affectionate). I’ve actually done a full review of this one, but in the short version: If you loved Moulin Rouge and wanted more of that mix of tragedy and silliness on a operatic level, I think you’ll be in for a treat. 

The Warrior’s Way (South Korea and New Zealand): Okay, this movie is not good, and also it manages to be bad. But it’s in English, so if you’ve been sitting there like my dad going, ‘I am not gonna read a movie” well, here you go. If you’ve ever said to yourself, “I want to watch a Western, but I wish it were actually a HK style cheesy action movie” BOY HOWDY AM I HERE FOR YOU. I watched this one insanely drunk and still managed to be like, “wow! This is so bad! Maximum valid!” If you thought RRR** was good, but too deep, you will have the BEST time with The Warrior’s Way. 

Anyway, this is, of course, an incomplete list, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten something I love, since this was just made off the cuff. I would love to hear if you watch or like any of these, and also, if, looking at this list, you have a recommendation for me, let me know! There are so so many fucking movies out there, and so many fall through the cracks. 

I’m thinking about doing another one of these on “Indie movies you might have missed” and also “Movies that were made before you enfants were born” (30+ years) so let me know if anything like that is interesting! Or, if there’s a category you think I might know about you’re into, let me know also.

*I actually have a lot of emotional attachment to Hero, as I have a very distinct memory of standing in the Hastings, in front of the small foreign-film section, and it being the first foreign film I picked up. I was, I think, sixteen, and I had decided that I was going to be worldly, and interesting, and cultured, and so I took a deep dive into cooking from other cultures, and watching foreign films, and buying old art history textbooks, reading classics, and listening to opera, and formal manners. Basically becoming the person I wished I were, that poised Grace Kelly type, even if I was born to the drone of the grasshoppers on the wind. To quote Reba Macintire, “You know I mighta been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was my name” and all that. And this movie was a distinct part of that, in that it was the first, in a long line of me trying to be a more well-rounded and interesting person. 

**RRR (India): Actually on that note, watch RRR. It’s a fantastically fun Indian action film that I keep meaning to watch again because I got a little too drunk for drinking on an emopty stomach the first time I saw it, so it might actually also be good, but I do remember enjoying the shit out of it and there is a scene that has such Fareeha vibes to me.

[voidartisan]

Clone Wars characters as things i've heard in class

you have no idea how long i've been saving these up

Fives: Stop licking my dryer sheet!

Ahsoka: Yeah, he transferred to the Senate guard, he doesn’t like it there. He says they smell like pencils.

Ahsoka:*Walking in* Barriss, what’s the average life span of a woman? Like 70-80 years, right? I need comfort. I need to know that I will die eventually.

Anakin: Just get a giant hammer, name it kindness, and then BAM.

Palpatine: Yes, taxing the peasants, very good!

Obi-Wan: I am begging you, stop spamming the cringey Twitter account I made in high school.

Anakin: How much Spanish do you you speak?

Kit Fisto: Enough to know all the cuss words.

Leia: Thus, philosophy’s flaming razor sword: It doesn’t matter.

Riyo Chuchi: I actually blew a couple of fuses in my room last year, so maintenance says I’m not supposed to plug in five waffle irons at a time any more.

Rex:*Swears upon knocking over something hot and heavy, looks up* In case you didn’t hear that — KRIFF.

Ahsoka: Just eat the frog already!

Ahsoka: You know what’s worse than freshmen? Freshman boys.

Obi-Wan: *As Korkie walks past in the hallway* Hello, mini-me.

Quinlan Vos: Anyone here watched the movie Jaws? Well, I’m writing a book, and it’ll be kind of like that, but with fantasy Puritans and a giant spider. I’m calling it “Puritan Spider Jaws”

Later: I haven’t decided who’s gonna die yet, but I’m thinking the spider’s gonna get set on fire.

Young Obi-Wan: Qui-gon’s a cool teacher, he’s so laid back. I think he might be high like half the time, but his class is really fun.

Mace Windu: Anyone else going to answer? Alright, then. Go ahead, Ben. You could probably teach this class better than me anyway.

Anakin: You know what would solve all of Coruscant’s population problems? Lab babies.

Han, to Luke: You were at that school for three years and didn’t memorize the camera locations?

Leia: Look at my other mask

Han: Why?

Leia: Because it’s black, like your soul.

Kix: I don’t like fighting. Sometimes Rex gets frustrated and yells “Hit him!” Then I hit him once and Rex’s like “Yeah!” and the other guy’s on the floor crying and I’m like “AUGHHHHHH!”

Padmé: Just because I have money doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings.

Ahsoka: Are you going to have any chocolate milk, Rex?

Anakin: Ahsoka, he’s lactose intolerant.

Ahsoka: Oh, sorry—

Rex: Nope. Only for you, Ahsoka.

Rex: *proceeds to pour and chug an entire glass of chocolate milk.*

Obi-Wan: *sarcastically* Didn’t you know? Gingers control the sun.

Korkie: *panicking* Well, no one told me!

Anakin: You know, Master Fisto. Really super buff. Looks like he would run a 5K at the drop of a hat.

Obi-Wan: Anakin, stop making pterodactyl noises.

Din Djarin: Sometimes people ask me about my pronouns. I say that I don’t care what they call me, but it’s not true. I just want to be pronounced “dead.”

Anakin: 4’11”!

Ahsoka: Hey, Master

Anakin: I’m so glad she responds to that. It’s the highlight of my day.

Fives: What are tootsie rolls, anyway? They’re not chocolate, they’re not taffy—

Jesse: It’s better not to ask

Waxer: I got—

Cody: Got expelled? Welp, get your stuff, see you never, nice knowing you.

Ahsoka: Madame Nu don’t care

Jocasta Nu: She don’t

Bail Organa: I have only ever had one person in my life who actually liked banana-flavored Laffy Taffy. And I no longer speak to them.

Obi-Wan: Be careful with these, they’re fragile and expensive—

Anakin: Like my heart

Barriss: The afterlife should be Communist

Hamsters: *frenzied squeaking*

Anakin: *pulling out a small pail* awww…you guys want some Nutella?

Obi-Wan: Stop offering them Nutella

Ahsoka: Is that WHOLE THING filled with Nutella?

Anakin: I mean, not anymore…

Luke: What does a kilogram weigh in American?

Luke: Legally, I can say whatever I want

Han: And I can legally fight you

Boba: Actually, I’m asexual. My son will look exactly like me.

Leia: Han’s got a rough life. Already colorblind, now he’s going deaf at seventeen.

Luke: How do I cite my brain in APA?

Din Djarin: Costco is a cult

Obi-Wan: Can anyone tell me what this is called?

Anakin: A diagram

Obi-Wan: It starts with a k

Anakin: A kdiagram

Ahsoka: *holding up energy drink* Look, Master! Third one today!

Obi-Wan: You are going to die.

Obi-Wan: *checks nutrition facts* 800 mg. Less than a cup of coffee, not too bad. Maybe you won’t die. But you probably will.

Anakin: Master, what if we each brought you a thousand dollars? Then would we still have to take the test?

Mace Windu: I mean, I guess would be better than bringing me… disappointment—

Fennec: It was overhyped

Boba: You just have no soul, that’s what it is

Luke: Eight! Y’know, the devil’s number.

Jango Fett: Why wouldn’t you clone yourself?

Ahsoka: So, when will the grades be in? Tomorrow, or… when should I expect to be depressed?

Padmè, during a mock senatorial campaign: Would you like some of The People’s™ lip balm? It has sparkles.

Luke: Are you okay?

Han, without looking up from his work: I’m straight.

Luke:…

Luke: Well, congratulations on coming out—

Ahsoka: The only one of these I can apply for is the poetry scholarship

Anakin: Roses are red, violets are blue…

Rex: …please give me money.

Ahsoka: Hey, what’s that? Are you planning how we’re all gonna die?

Cody: Yup

Luke: You should play Abba!

Han: You sound like my mother.

Cara: Who’s the main character in your life, Mando?

Din: Uh… my cat, probably

Fives, spinning across the room in a rolling chair: Bounty. The quicker picker upper.

Hondo: No scams for me please, I like money.

Anakin: I’m gonna do a patriotism

Waxer: What is it…

Boil: What’s what?

Waxer: That thing Commander says we’re not allowed to do to the shinies.

Boil: Initiation?

Waxer: There was another word for it.

Boil: Hazing?

Waxer: Yeah! That’s it.

Kix: Fives, if you drop those donuts I will drop YOU

#star wars incorrect quotes #sort of #sw #star wars #tcw #the clone wars #jesse #sheev palpatine #boba fett #fennec shand #kix #waxer #boil #anakin skywalker #hondo ohnaka #fives #cara dune #din djarin #han solo #luke skywalker #commander cody #ahsoka tano #captain rex #padme amidala #jango fett #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #leia organa #barriss offee #bail organa

[typingwithmyhandstied]

all of the asks. (ask game)

(you don’t actually have to i partially just thought it would be funny to say this i can pick specific ones if you want but also please do if you want to)

This is hilarious. I will do all of them because why not.

favorite chore: organizing things mostly but sometimes even that sucks, sweeping, or not really a chore--- peeling potatoes

least favorite chore: cleaning anything that's sticky/slimy/etc

aquarium, planetarium, museum, or zoo: it really depends on the kind. The aquarium in my town has a really big otter enclosure, so I love that. I really really like planetariums and museums but don't go enough.

favorite kind of museum: The ones that are pretty much people's houses turned into museums especially big old fancy houses with old artifacts. I do love a good art museum of course too.

cooking or baking (and your favorite thing to cook or bake): baking and apple crisp. It has peeling, cutting, etc.

favorite thing in your room: My bookshelf or all of the quotes stuck up on my wall.

favorite class you’ve ever taken: I haven't gotten much variety yet. I really like choir, Spanish, and English though.

what kinds of clothes do you typically wear?: tshirts, jeans, overalls, sweaters, really anything but if you see it it makes sense.

favorite way to be creative (can be anything: playlists, outfits, drawing, writing, decorating cookies, anything.): WRITING but I actually kind of have done a lot. I paint some. I make cool outfits. I actually painted a bunch of jean jackets last summer while listening to the FLF audiobook. I might do that again.

are you superstitious?: Yes and no. I am in the ways that I think are funny like sayings and jokes and having a "lucky necklace." I used to be more so.

favorite article of clothing you own: It's either this gray sweater I found thrifting, my Evermore sweatshirt, or my best jean jacket.

favorite way to carry things (pockets, purse, backpack, etc): I apologize in advance for the rant this will cause. I want to say pockets, but I can not because WOMEN'S PANTS POCKETS FIT NOTHING. I also have to carry an Epipen which can't even fit in men's pants pockets so a purse. I like satchel like purses that can fit a book.

what things do you usually have on you when you leave the house?: As stated before my Epipen, my phone which has my wallet stuff in it, a purse, a book, headphones, chapstick, some cash, etc.

favorite errand: grocery shopping or essential other things

dream job: a librarian who writes books in her spare time (with a dog and a cat <3)

favorite thing get when going out to eat: a burger or spaghetti usually

when did you lose your first tooth?: first tooth lost was pulled by the dentist, and I didn't know what was going on. It was HORRIBLE. I have gotten many pulled actually. First "naturally" lost was because my friend's friend hit my chin with her knee while we lifted her in the air at recess. I lost it in Spanish class a few days later.

any childhood memory you want to share:

do you like camping?: Yes, but mostly because I was taken a lot as a kid.

have you ever gone to summer camp and did you enjoy it?: I went to girl scout summer camp but family camp, so my mom was there. It was fine.

favorite place to write things: At a table anywhere without too much distractions

lucky number(s): 4, 7, 13, 14, 16

favorite place you’ve traveled to: Canada probably or just somewhere camping

place you want to travel to: Broadway or London or the Netherlands (to meet an old online friend)

favorite snack: gold fish

favorite smell: lemon verbena

something you’re proud of: all the progress I have made

do you have any pets?: I had a bunny as a little girl. I loved her. I had a dog, but she died two months (ish) ago. I miss her.

do you want any pets that you don’t have?: I want to have a dog again someday. I also will probably have a cat someday. (If I could get an orange cat, I would name it Kell.)

favorite place to go in your neighborhood: THE LIBRARY DUH

#this was so fun #i love talking about myself a little too much #thank you for the ask <3

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9 Books To Read in 2024

tagged by @jesuisici33. Thank you!

In release date order:

1- Holly Black - The Prisoner's Throne

After the shocking events of The Stolen Heir, Prince Oak is in deeper trouble than ever before. As his situation grows more precarious, Oak is desperate to find a way out, before all of Elfhame is caught in the coming storm.

I love pretty much anything Holly Black writes, but I particularly love the Folk of the Air series. I'm a sucker for a good dark faerie court drama.

2 - K Ancrum - Icarus

Icarus Gallagher is a thief. He steals priceless art and replaces it with his father’s impeccable forgeries. For years, one man—the wealthy Mr. Black—has been their target in revenge for his role in the death of Icarus’s mother. To keep their secret, Icarus adheres to his own strict rules to keep people, and feelings, at bay: Don’t let anyone close. Don’t let anyone touch you. And, above all, don’t get caught.

Hi yes, I am predictable.

3 - EK Johnston - Pretty Furious

In the small town of Eganston, Ontario, five good girls have had enough. They’ve experienced the best of what their community has to offer, but they’ve seen the darker side too. Together, they’ve decided that it’s time for a reckoning and that justice is their privilege to give.

If you have not read her earlier novel Exit Pursued by a Bear, go read it. It is so angry, but also so beautifully about healing and friendship.

4 - Leigh Bardugo - The Familiar

Set in the Spanish Golden Age, during a time of high‑stakes political intrigue and glittering wealth, The Familiar follows Luzia, a servant in the household of an impoverished Spanish nobleman who reveals a talent for little miracles. Her social‑climbing mistress demands Luzia use her gifts to win over Madrid’s most powerful players but what begins as simple amusement takes a dangerous turn. Luzia will need to use every bit of her wit and will to survive—even the help of Guillén Santángel, an immortal familiar whose own secrets could prove deadly for them both.

I like most things Leigh Bardugo writes, so curious about this.

5 - Tess Sharpe - The Girl in Question

Four teens. Three henchmen. Two thousand acres of remote forest. One very bad man. And a whole lot of new secrets to unearth. The unmissable, thrilling follow-up to The Girls I've Been.

First go read The Girls I've Been. Then Five Times We Almost Kissed. Then Barb Wire Heart. Tess Sharpe is such a fantastic writer - and the heart of her books is always people making the best choices they can when none of the choices are good or easy. Also, Barb Wire Heart is kind of like if S2 of Justified had been about the women.

6 - Anna-Marie McLemore - Flawless Girls

The Soler sisters are infamous in polite society—brazen, rebellious, and raised by their fashionable grandmother who couldn’t care less about which fork goes where. But their grandmother also knows the standards that two Latina young ladies will be held to, so she secures them two coveted places at the Alarie House, a prominent finishing school that turns out first ladies, princesses, and socialites.

Younger sister Isla is back home within a day. She refuses to become one of the eerily sweet Alarie girls in their prim white dresses. Older sister Renata stays. When she returns months later, she’s unfailingly pleasant, unnervingly polite, and, Isla discovers, possibly murderous. And the same night she returns home, she vanishes.

I will read anything they write. No questions asked. They're books are always so gorgeous and lush.

7 - Kristin Cashore - There is a Door in This Darkness

Wilhelmina Hart is part of the infamous class of 2020. Her high school years began with the election of Donald Trump and they ended with COVID. Now Wilhelmina, like so many of her peers, is in limbo, having deferred college because of the pandemic. Compounding the national trauma of 2016 to 2020, Wilhelmina has wrestled with the devastating loss of one of her three beloved aunts shortly after the 2016 election. This is a loss she felt so keenly that she’s spent the last years deep in her personal depression, only obscured by the seemingly endless waves of national trauma. Now on the cusp on the most consequential election in living memory, Wilhelmina may have found a door in her darkness and perhaps the courage to pass through it, if she can decipher the bizarre messages that keep appearing in her life.

I love Kristin Cashore's Graceling novels, so I'm curious about this.

8 - Jennifer Lynn Barnes - The Grandest Game

Seven tickets. An island of dreams. The chance of a lifetime.

Welcome to the Grandest Game, an annual competition run by billionaire Avery Grambs and the four infamous Hawthorne brothers, whose family fortune she inherited. Designed to give anyone a shot at fame and fortune, this year's game requires one of seven golden tickets to enter. With millions on the line, those seven players will do whatever it takes to win.

Is this series a little silly? Sure. Is it a lot of fun. Yes. Kind of like a grown up Westing Game.

9 - Margaret Owen - Holy Terrors

third book in the Little Thieves series - which on the surface is a heist story about what if the protagonist of the Goose Girl was the servant not the princess. And at it's heart is about recovering from trauma and loss, and learning how to let yourself be someone different. 

tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @ladytessa74, and @strandnreyes

#book recs

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MALMAISON MEDIA SALON SOIRÉE 18: EL ENCARGO DEL MAESTRO GOYA (2021)

1. The Introduction

Hello, my dear Neighbors! I’m finally back with a freshly made review in tow!

So, this particular book (available on Amazon and ebook websites but only in Spanish) first came to my attention me due to my interest in Napoleonic era and, as of recently, Francisco Goya’s works. Naturally, this book caught my attention right off the bat because it’s a fucking jackpot!

Okay, Goya is actually a fairly minor character but he has an extremely important role in the story. More on that later!

(Also, tomorrow I will reblog this review to add my song because I’m having headaches today… Those bitches are bothering me again)

Anyway, I loved this book even more than I expected I would, so let’s analyze it to the best of my ability! This review is dedicated to @that-enragee . Enjoy!

2. The Summary

This novel tells a story of three siblings - Mercedes, Salvador and Marta. They are on the way to the city of Santander in order to receive their late aunt’s inheritance. However, another reason for the journey is a task given to Marta by her mentor, Goya. She must make a copy of a painting so that the French don’t loot the real thing.

3. The Story

Surprisingly, I enjoyed the romantic subplots! And that’s really rare for me. But here the subplots are written MASTERFULLY and progress naturally. Yes, there’s more than one romantic subplot. In fact, there’s two (both Mercedes and Marta find love).

I also appreciate the lack of a villain in the story. The take on events is very nuanced and awful people are shown to exist on all sides, so the take is more or less objective, not unlike Goya’s etchings with the theme of war. This nuance makes the story that much more enjoyable.

The pacing is also very good, but sometimes there are annoying flashbacks. Luckily, those are not extensive.

On a slightly darker note, props to the author for killing off some of the characters and making it stick. I know it’s a war story, but some writers don’t have the balls to include this degree of realism.

4. The Characters

Since the narrative takes place away from the frontlines, we don’t really have historical figures as major characters. Even Goya is a minor character in the book and he only appears properly in the end.

I actually liked his portrayal because he truly doesn’t want the French to loot precious artworks but also has an agenda. See, the painting Marta is to forge is a depiction of Santa Casilda by Zurbarán (a painting that actually WAS stolen during the war historically).

This is important because, according to rumors, praying to this particular depiction can cure ailments, including permanent deafness. Since Goya went deaf due to an illness at around 45 years of age, he believes that this painting is his last hope to get his hearing back.

Although I am aware of the ableist implications of the trope of a disabled person seeking a “cure”, it’s important to note that the world back then wasn’t accommodating to the disabled at all and views ranged from them being innocent at best to burdens at worst. Besides, Goya historically would always portray the disabled as helpless in his art, so it’s safe to assume that he internalized the views of the time period.

(Spoiler alert: No worries, dear disabled readers, the author doesn’t pull a magical cure out of her ass and disabled characters stay disabled.)

Goya is also supportive and proud of his pupil, Marta, which is the sweetest thing ever, so we get to see that he truly cares about her.

Speaking of disability, we also have another deaf character, Marta. As one of the main characters, she is naturally explored in more depth than Goya and we get to see her realistic struggle with her own deafness. Unlike Goya, she was born deaf and therefore doesn’t speak, instead communicating with some signs and writing.

She starts out seeking this alleged cure too, but mostly because she is done with being coddled and treated like a child by her siblings, especially Mercedes. She is naïve and somewhat innocent due to being very young (19ish), but she is also kind, brave, compassionate and a bit mischievous, using her painting skills to help pull a prank at one point.

She also embraces her deafness as the story progresses, finds a man who loves her the way she is and learns to respect her as her own person and not the innocent deaf girl she’s assumed to be. There’s a lot of depth and nuance to her character, and I truly appreciate it.

Mercedes, the other protagonist and the oldest sibling in her family is motherly and protective to the point of coddling Marta and being understandably angry that Goya got her involved in a dangerous mission for the sake of some fake “cure”. Mercedes is also a widow and and more cynical than her siblings, but mellows out over the course of her story.

As an older sister myself, I can definitely relate to her wanting to protect her siblings so I enjoyed her character too. I also think that making her a widow instead of an ingenue is a somewhat bold choice for a romantic subplot, but it definitely suits her and gives additional context to her character.

Claude Cornulier, a soldier sent to Santander to try and curb the atrocities, is sweet and a philosopher. He also understands that war is hell and expresses true empathy towards Spanish people. He also falls for Mercedes but never forces her into a relationship. Instead, he is a true gentleman and treats her with the utmost respect so their romance is healthy and entirely consensual.

Then there is Lieutenant Alfonso Bustamante, a fairly young but retired soldier from the Spanish Navy who feels insecure about having scars and only one eye. His health is in the shit as well, but we later learn that he helps local guerillas and has a ring of informants in the area, so he too fights for his country in whatever way he can.

Bustamante is also a gentleman and forms a friendship with Mercedes while also, eventually, falling for Marta. Although he does make the mistake of coddling her somewhat, he eventually realizes that it’s not the best approach and cuts it out, leading to a healthy relationship.

Salvador is a passionate young man who is also fiercely protective of his sisters, as the only living family member.

At one point the painter David is namedropped in the book and the French troops also joke about Soult looting too many paintings, but those two don’t appear in person.

5. The Setting

The descriptions are wonderful and not too long, thank goodness. I really liked them and they helped me become immersed into the story.

6. The Writing

Reading in Spanish was a challenge at times, but I like the style. It has a nice flow, doesn’t feel inappropriately modern and is fairly easy to read for those fluent in Spanish.

7. The Conclusion

Overall, an excellent book that really captured my imagination and attention! If you are fluent in Spanish, I can’t recommend it enough.

Either way, this concludes the 18th soirée at the Malmaison Media Salon.

Stay tuned for future reviews and tomorrow’s reblog with the song, everyone!

Love,

- Citizen Green Pixel

#jacques louis david #napoleon bonaparte #francisco goya #napoleonic era #napoleonic media #el encargo del maestro goya #guerras napoleónicas #Guerra peninsular #novelas históricas #malmaison media salon

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So I realize I never did an introduction before, untillll now as spooky season is here so why not make-

Boo!

Gotcha >:) but as I was saying, I thought why not make one now, (and maybe one day I might make those meet the artist, let see)

Soooo, spooky to meet you, I’m Phantomram…BOO

Sorry had to again. But you can call me Phantom or Ram; whichever you prefer or all together, hey, the world is your oysters. Or ostrich. Just a shy yet very talkative ghost that love to talk about good omens. If you ever wanted to talk, you can just please be mindful, I am shy and not the best with conversations but I’m happy to talk. And uh, if you ever want to ask me question whether to get to know be better or ask anything about good omens, Ahh you can ask in the ask my anything box ^^ but I will reveal info here starting now!

About me:

-Age: 21 (or as my family member say, I’m old.)

-Zodiac: I’m an April Aries!

-MBTI: INFP

-🇵🇷

-height: 5’3 (I’mma fun-sized ghost)

- just to add as I wasn’t comfortable at the time but now I am, I’m autistic ^v^

My scary interest:

-GOOD OMENS! (I love this show and also the book as I’m slowly reading it. I’ve watch this back in 2019/2020? And I love it and waited when the second season came and it did and now I’m loving this show and now going to wait patiently for season 3. But for now, this is my main hyperfixation, and I can’t get enough of it. I love it. But I promise I do have other interest to so let continue 😅)

- Art/drawing/(sometimes) writing

- magic/fantasy

- music (my music taste is haha complicate.)

- books (I love them, I wish my attention span a bit better but I do love a good read.)

- horror movies

- dnd

- oversized jackets! (Specifically the one with the zippers) or trench coats.

- mythology.

- Halloween

-Broadway/Movies/Shows

Shows/movies/books/games I love:

- Good omens (love love love!)

- Little shops of horrors

- Soul eater

- Coraline (I do wanna read the book tho)

- Star Wars (I seriously still need to catch up to watch Ahsoka aahhhh! 😭)

- Transformers

- Sally Face

- Percy Jackson (haven’t finished reading but I do like it so far and I can’t wait for the show coming up)

-murder drones

- FNAF (yes I’m excited for the movie coming out, I’ve been waiting for this movie since middle school-)

- MK (mortal Kombat)

- owl house/Amphibia/ducktales/Svtfoe

-TMNT (edit: because I forgot to add this Idek how I forgot this)

And more that I can’t think of. I can’t collect them all, I’m not ash Ketchum or any Pokémon trainer. I’m just a ghost on the internet let me have this.

Four random fact about me:

- when it came to doing the MBTI test, my introvert was almost 100%.

- despite being Latine/Latinx I can’t speak Spanish to save my life 😅

- my mom once banned coraline because it was “too scary”

- I learn about zodiac because of animal crossing of all things

“Can I use the ask me anything?”/dm you?: yes! You can ^^ I know some used it (for the ask me anything at least), but if you want to ask me anything go right ahead. I’m happy to answer (almost) anything you like. As for the dm, sure, especially if you’re a mutual I have here, you can ^v^, just all I ask is please be respectful and be mindful. That literally all I ask from you :))

However what I do not allow on this page and imma make this very clear: if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic or just bottom line don’t care about humans rights or any rights at all. Please go and do fucking better and leave me and my fellow ghostly pals alone. Please and thank you very much.

‼️BOUNDRIES: please do not use my ama for donations ask as scammers are using this tactic. If you disrespect this, I will ignore or delete your ask. Please use my AMA for anything else. Any questions. Please don’t cross this boundaries ‼️

And uhh, I guess that’s all. Have a spooky Friday 🤭

#intro post #introductory post #hi 😅 #this was probably long overdue but it here now #hi tumblr #phantomram-b00 #might make a meet the artist

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chapter nineteen — attention

➝ toto seems distracted, and elisabeth can’t help but feel like he’s ignoring her. she comes up with a plan to get his attention.

➝ word count: 6,2k

➝ warnings: smut

AUGUST, 2015

Walking through the paddock at Spa-Francorchamps, Elisabeth was excited.

She was back in action, and felt fully recharged.

After six intense months of travel, meetings and racing, the Formula 1 summer break was a welcome time for her to disconnect from work, like her parents, brothers and friends always asked her to. However, she couldn’t go long without a good challenge.

And in those weeks of rest, she had faced two.

Shortly after the race in Hungary, Elisabeth and Toto returned to England together to sort out some backlog at the factory before leaving, and it was evident that from the moment they stepped onto the private jet that she wasn't the person most excited for the two-week break.

— Are you okay, dear? — she asked, looking up from her copy of ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. She’d seen the book in Rosa’s backpack on one of the weekends she’d spent with the kids and got curious about it. After asking some questions about it, Elisabeth decided to buy and read it, in order to have something to talk about with Rosa. 

— Yes, Liesl. Why do you ask?

— You look like you’re going to jump out of your chair at any moment — she said as she slipped a bookmark in between the pages of Augustus and Hazel’s visit to the Anne Frank House, and closed the book.

— I’m looking forward to our trip. It’s our first trip together.

She giggled.

— You say that like we don’t live on planes and in hotels.

— You know what I mean — he chuckled.

— I don’t, Toto — Elisabeth said, placing the book on the seat next to her — Explain it to me.

— I mean… Our first trip for fun. You, me, the kids, in a villa in Porto Cervo. No particular time to wake up in the morning, no meetings, no business. Only us.

She smiled.

— I’m excited too. It will be an unforgettable summer.

And she were right.

The two weeks they spent in Sardinia seemed to have come straight from a dream. With the sun shining in the clear sky of the Italian coast, they stayed in a villa in northeast Sardinia. There wasn’t a day where they were bored, either — if they weren’t snorkeling in the crystal clear waters or taking a boat ride, they were relaxing on one of the practically deserted white sand beaches.

It was in those quiet moments that she found herself growing closer to Benedict and Rosa. They seemed to be getting more comfortable with having her around — they were no longer so reserved and shy, like the first few times she’d met them. Now, their conversations together were happy, full of laughter and smiles that filled her heart with love.

“It was such a nice vacation”, she thought, waving at a reporter who passed her in front of the Red Bull Racing’s motorhome. However, the man next to Elisabeth would use a word other than “nice” to describe his summer break.

Her father, who was walking beside her, had spent what should have been a relaxing two weeks studying the W06 data collected during the first ten Grands Prix. Not even a trip to the family’s home on the Spanish island of Ibiza had taken Niki’s focus off his ideas to perfect the car for the second half of the season.

— You’re excited — her father muttered.

— Of course I am! I missed the paddock — Elisabeth replied, smiling.

Niki shook his head.

— You, missing this mess? — he said, a smile on his face. It was ironic for her to say so considering her previous aversion to the circus that was Formula 1 in her very early months involved in the sport. However, there was poetry to the madness.

“Or I’m officially crazy”, she thought, looking at her father.

— So, you see what I’ve become because of you — she replied, the shutter clicks of the cameras that accompanied them becoming more insistent, recording almost every step they took down the paddock.

Her father laughed, turning into the Mercedes garage. Inside, she found the usual hustle and bustle, with mechanics making adjustments to the car, engineers and drivers watching the screens mounted in the middle of the garage. At the far end of the Engineering Station, standing next to Toto, was a familiar figure, his curly hair rumpled by his black cap.

It was her brother.

— Mathias — she exclaimed, enveloping him in a tight hug as she approached — How are you?

— Hi, Elschen — he replied, while she placed her lips on his cheek — I’m fine. How are you?

— Everything’s good. How was the summer?

— Hectic. Lenny is walking now and hasn’t stopped running around for a second, Claire is going crazy trying to make the house completely safe for him — he said, laughing — It looks like you got some sun on yours?

He was looking at her shoulder, exposed by the neckline of the dress she was wearing. Pale stripes of where her bikini had been contrasted with her tan. It was a reminder of her days in the Italian sunshine.

— Let’s say I finally disconnected from work — she said with a grin.

— Disconnected a bit too much for my liking — Niki butted in, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans — Trying to get ahold of you these past two weeks has been a challenge.

Elisabeth raised an eyebrow.

— Weren’t you the one telling me I should rest more?

Her father laughed.

— Rest, not disappear. Not just you, but Toto too. Were you in the same place, by chance?

She felt like she had been punched in the stomach. Elisabeth turned to the team principal with a smile, eyes pleading for help.

— I spent the break with Ben and Rosi in Portofino, Niki. They wouldn’t even let me think about picking up my phone. I could only reply to messages while they were sleeping. — Toto said, laughing.

Aside from the fact that he had said Portofino, which was one of the options they had considered before choosing Porto Cervo to take their summer vacation, everything he said was true. Benedict and Rosa had set a tight leash on them, preventing both of them from using their cell phones. Even taking pictures became a challenge — the moment either one of them would take their phones out of their pockets or bags, they would glare at them in disapproval.

The only time they were able to respond to messages was when the kids slept, exhausted after a day exploring the Sardinian coast.

— And you, Elschen? — Mathias asked, his expression carrying an air of curiosity.

— I was in Sardinia.

— By yourself? — Niki asked.

— Yes — she lied.

— Why didn’t you come with us to Ibiza? — Mathias asked, crossing his arms. The inquisitive gaze was causing Elisabeth to get anxious.

— I just needed some time for myself, that’s all.

— And if I may say so, it did you a lot of good, Liesl — Toto said, appearing beside her with a mischievous grin on his face. Not even her best scolding look made him stop talking — You seem so much more relaxed. Besides, it looks like you got some sun.

— You too, Toto — she replied, before looking at the back of his neck and removing a piece of peeling skin  — Too bad your tan didn’t turn out.

Niki and Mathias chuckled, while Toto gave her a knowing look. Even with her best efforts to keep everyone’s skin well protected from the blazing sun on Costa Smeralda, it only took one afternoon of distraction before she spent the night smearing aftersun lotion on Toto’s back, his groans of pain being accompanied by her laughter, as well as her delicate kisses on his burned skin.

— Well, while you guys were busy getting a tan, I was looking into the aero team’s solutions — Niki said, pointing with a thumb at Lewis’s W06, which was behind him.

— Did anything change in the car? — Elisabeth asked.

— Yes, Mauslein. Mike, Jarrod, and I came up with a new, spoon-shaped rear wing.

She approached the car, eyeing the rear wing. It was different, with curved flaps that were indeed reminiscent of a spoon.

— Why the change?

— We were looking for a way to balance drag and downforce on the high-speed tracks — Toto said, behind her — We tried to do it in Monaco by tweaking the monkey seat and got pretty satisfying results.

Elisabeth raised an eyebrow at him.

— What is a monkey seat?

The three men laughed. Elisabeth felt her face redden with embarrassment. She hated it when that happened.

— It’s this part here, Elschen — her brother said as he walked past her, touching an exposed carbon structure just below the rear wing.

— It wouldn’t be enough to have downforce here in Spa — her father continued — The drag would be too much and we would lose a lot on the straights, so the aero guys and I started talking about solutions for the faster tracks ahead.

— In this case, here and Monza — Toto added.

— Exactly. So, while I was watching some videos from other races here in Spa, specifically the 2004 race, when Räikkönen won with the McLaren MP4-19B. I noticed something different in the wing of his car, so I called Mike and told him and discussed it with him.

— Were you watching old races while you were in Ibiza? — she looked at her father, indignant.

— I already told you, Elisabeth, someone needs to work while the rest of you are idle.

She shook her head.

— So you bothered Jarrod about it in the middle of summer break?

— Well, I tried calling Toto, but apparently his kids wouldn’t allow interruptions.

— Rightly so — she muttered under her breath. It earned her a reproachful look from her father.

— So, then, I decided to go directly to the aerodynamics guys. — Niki said, explaining his reasoning — My point is that the curve in the lower flap generates more downforce in the centerline of the car, at the same time it cuts the drag and reduces the vortices originating from the top of the rear wing endplates. It should give us the balance we were looking for between downforce and drag.

Elisabeth blinked. She felt like her dad was speaking an entirely different language. Of course, being there among the mechanics and engineers, she understood what some words meant, but so much technical jargon didn’t make any sense to her. After all was said and done, she still didn’t understand why a curved wing would make a bigger difference to the car’s speed in only two circuits in the whole world. 

However, she smiled.

— The tests done in the wind tunnel last week were very promising, so after talking to the engineers and Lewis and Nico, we chose to bring this wing package here this week.

— Isn’t it risky, dad? — Mathias asked, crossing his arms.

— Well, yesterday the car behaved very well with the changes.

— Didn’t Nico spin out yesterday? — Elisabeth asked, raising an eyebrow.

— The tire blew out — she heard a voice say beside her, making her jump. She turned her head to the side and saw Nico, who had a mischievous smile on his face — How are you, Elisabeth?

— Everything’s great, Nico — she replied, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek — Thanks for the information.

— No problem — the man smiled, placing his hand on the curve of her spine casually — Actually, I’m thinking about it even now.

— What do you mean by that? — Toto asked, staring at his driver, coldly.

— The mechanics said it was an external cut that caused the tire to go — Nico explained — It’s just not the first time this season this has happened. Honestly, it doesn’t make any sense since there was no debris on the track.

— Do you have any theories? — Mathias asked.

— I still think that Pirelli got something wrong in the design of the structure of the compounds. I even talked to Tony about it. We decided we need to be more cautious at pit stops when using used tires instead of new ones.

— That’s not good — Elisabeth said, looking at the driver. She always rooted a little more for Lewis than she did for Nico, but she couldn’t deny his importance to the success of the team as a whole. In the end, what mattered were the results that both cars produced.

— Indeed — he smiled at her, before looking at the others present — But we’ll figure it out. We always figure it out, don’t we, Toto?

— Always, Nico — the team principal replied, a small smile on his face — But, on that note, shouldn’t you be getting ready?

The driver glanced toward his side of the garage, where mechanics were huddled around his car, making the final adjustments for free practice.

— I still have ten minutes, Toto — Nico smiled, running a hand through his blond hair.

— I think you’d better go check it out. We don’t want any problems later on qualifying.

— Well, you’re the boss — the driver said, removing his hand from her back — I’ll go there then.

— Good luck, Nico — she replied, with a friendly smile.

The man gave Elisabeth an affirmative thumbs up before turning his back and heading towards the left side of the garage. After Nico walked away, the conversation turned back to the spoon-shaped wing, with Niki explaining about the data that had been collected the day before, even going so far as to call Lewis to briefly comment with him on his impressions.

However, as hard as Elisabeth tried to understand what everyone was discussing, she was completely lost. Slowly approaching Toto, she nudged him. He looked at her and smiled.

— What is a vortex? — she asked softly.

— It’s the spiraling movement of air around an axis.

Elisabeth stared at him, waiting for him to continue to explain further, maybe in words a little clearer than the ones he’d just used. However, he turned his attention back to her father, completely ignoring her. “What the fuck”, she thought, pursing her lips.

Free practice results were not surprising — Lewis led the session after completing 15 laps. His best time was 1'48’‘984, more than half a second ahead of Nico, who had to settle for second, having scored 1'49’'482.

— The new wing idea was brilliant, Niki — Toto said, rising from his chair with a smile on his face. Elisabeth expected him to turn to her and greet her with a hug, as he always did after good sessions. However, the team principal’s attention was on her father, who hugged him warmly — We have everything for a front row lockout later.

— And we’ll make it, I’m sure — Niki replied, patting Toto on the shoulder — Want to have lunch now?

— No, we have the debrief now — he replied, setting his silver headphones on the table — That way everyone is free until the qualifying session. Is that a problem for you, Niki?

— No, let’s go — her father replied — See you later, Mauslein.

— See you later, Elisabeth — Toto said, walking out the back of the garage with Niki on his heels.

She felt strange about the whole situation. While she was happy to see them interacting, she couldn’t help but feel left out. Was it because of the conversation they had earlier? “Shouldn’t I have talked about his sunburn?”, she wondered, her gaze lost on the screen in front of her, which was replaying Lewis’s practice runs.

— Elisabeth — she heard someone say behind her — Do you want to have lunch with me?

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Mathias smiling at her. She set her headphones on the table and took a deep breath. “I’m imagining things”, she thought, walking toward the back of the garage to meet her brother.

Elisabeth had hoped that, by the time she got back from lunch, her mood would have improved. However, as she sat in the chair just behind the Engineering Station, she had no idea what was going on in qualifying. She couldn’t focus. She was so angry. 

Her brother was sitting in a chair at the Engineering Station, next to her father and Toto. The three of them were talking excitedly about the Lewis and Nico’s results, who had left the garage for Q1 on medium tires, unlike the rest of the grid that used softs.

— I think our biggest concern will be Valtteri — she heard Toto say, pointing his finger at the Finn’s name on the screen — He managed the medium tires very well this session.

— Are Nico and Lewis going to be on mediums? — Mathias asked, his eyes fixed on the numbers and names she had taken so long to understand at first.

— So far, yes. Let’s see if we can save the softs for Q3 — the team principal replied, giving her brother a smile. A smile much like the one he gave her.

Elisabeth had no idea what made her get out of her chair and go to the garage’s bathroom. It wasn’t like Toto was going to leave her for her brother, that was ridiculous. But relative coldness from the man she’d finally accepted that she loved was hard to swallow, especially coming back from two weeks of being showered with affection.

She locked the door of the restroom stall and stared at her reflection in the mirror on the back of it.

— What do I do? — she asked herself, her gaze taking in her hair, up in a ponytail, the necklace around her neck, the comfortable dress she’d chosen for that day. She ran her hand down her dress and felt the elastic of her panties through the fabric of her clothes.

That gave her an idea.

— Let’s give him a reminder — Elisabeth said quietly, lifting the bottom of her dress and pulling her panties down, sliding them through her legs. She folded them carefully into a small triangle.

Then, hiding them in a clenched fist, she took one last look in the mirror before opening the door and stepping out of the cubicle. As she walked down the corridor, she could feel her pulse quicken in her ears and felt something tighten in her abdomen.

It was excitement.

When Elisabeth returned to the garage, she found the familiar chaotic dance of equipment and mechanics around the two cars, preparing for the next part of the qualifying session. In the midst of it all, Toto, Niki and Mathias stared at some graphs while Bono explained something, pointing at some colored lines on the screen. The atmosphere around the engineering table was one of pure concentration, even with the deafening noise of the pneumatic pistols.

Approaching them, she started to follow Lewis’ race engineer’s reasoning as Toto looked at her, smiling. She took another step, getting closer to him. Close enough to bring her face close to his ear.

— What are you looking at over there? — Elisabeth asked softly, innocently. In her left hand she clutched the lace anxiously.

— Lewis’ performance graphs correlated with the data we collected in the free practice sessions — the team principal began to explain, pointing to the driver’s braking and accelerating points. She moved closer to him, feigning interest in the matter. However, her hand was already snaking towards his coat pocket. She left her panties tucked inside his pocket, trying to hide her smile.

— Interesting — she replied, pulling away and crossing her arms. Then her gaze met his, a curious glint appearing in his brown eyes — Bono, something we should be worried about?

— Not really. The results from this session and from the earlier sessions are looking pretty similar — the engineer said, pushing the square-framed glasses back to the top of his nose. As he explained his observations to Elisabeth, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Toto had his hand in his coat pocket. From the movement of his hand through his coat, she knew his fingers were grasping the garment in an attempt to discover what she had just left there.

— There’s only one braking point that shows a discrepancy, but I believe it’s because of traffic Lewis picked up on one of the laps — the engineer continued, pointing to a couple of lines on the screen. However, she was no longer paying attention to the chart in front of her. Elisabeth only had eyes for Toto, who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Has he guessed what’s in his pocket yet?”, she thought, running her tongue over her lips.

— Is he going to continue with the medium tires? — she asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

— We’re going to try to hold him as long as possible with the mediums. Clearly Lewis is managing to deliver results with him on track. Nico, too.

— The wear is going better than expected, Elisabeth — Toto finally spoke up, his voice in a serious, measured tone.

— Didn’t Nico say he wanted to change his tires early because of the blowout earlier? — Mathias asked. If he got an answer, she didn’t hear it. Elisabeth’s eyes were fixed on Toto’s and she couldn’t hear anything else going on around her. His look conveyed a clear message to her without saying a word or even changing his facial expression. 

“I’m in trouble”, she thought, returning to her chair at the back of the garage and crossing her legs.

As the Q3 clock ran out, the Mercedes garage erupted in cheers. Another pole position from Lewis, and a front-row lockout with Nico in P2. She stood up and walked over to the Engineering Station, giving her father a hug and kiss on the cheek.

— You’re a genius — Elisabeth whispered to him, smiling.

Then, she gave Toto a hug, too, not saying anything to him. However, she heard the words she feared most into her ear.

— My office. Ten minutes.

Lewis and Nico returned to the garage and she greeted them. Then, she spent a few minutes talking with her father and brother, until Elisabeth realized that Toto was no longer there. She excused herself and left the garage to go to hospitality. She had a million guesses as to what the team principal wanted with her.

After saying hello to Barbara, who was cleaning a table, Elisabeth walked upstairs to Toto’s office. Her heels echoing through the stairway corridor only made her more tense. She felt like she was a dead woman walking, even though she knew he wouldn’t do anything to her. “Or would he?”, she thought, her eyes reading his name on the placard bolted next to his door.

Elisabeth turned the handle and opened the door, finding Toto leaning against the table, his gaze fixed to the floor. She wordlessly stepped into the office, feeling the anxiety build up in her belly. She had no idea what to expect.

— Could you close it, Liesl? — Toto asked, calmly.

— Yes — she replied, pulling the door closed.

She stared at each other for a few seconds, until he lifted his hand in front of her, her panties unfurling between his fingers.

— Could you explain to me what these are?

— Those are panties, Toto.

— And where were they?

— On my body.

— And why are they in my hand and not on your body?

— Because I took them off and put them in your pocket — Elisabeth replied.

— And why did you do that, Liesl?

— Because I wanted your attention — she said, softly.

— My attention? — he rose from the table, approaching her like a predator stalking its prey.

— Yes, Toto.

— You mean… Miss Lauda wanted my attention? — he asked in a low tone.

— You were ignoring me. I had to take drastic measures — she replied, struggling to get the words out of her mouth.

He raised an eyebrow.

— Your way of getting my attention is by making me hard in front of your brother and your father, Elisabeth?

— You are exaggerating, Toto — she started to say, until he took her hand and placed it at the front of his tailored black pants, making her feel him through the fabric. Realizing he wasn’t lying, she let out a shaky breath.

— No, I’m not, Elisabeth. After you did that, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. There was no pole position, front row lockout, and no telemetry charts that could take my mind off of you. So close to me and, at the same time, so far.

— Toto…

— You have no idea how much of my attention you have, Liesl…

— But…

— Let me show you — he brought his thumb up to her cheek — Please, let me show you how important you are to me. How you are always in my mind. How I appreciate you. How I need you.

Her heart felt like it was going to explode, it was beating so fast.

— Show me — she whispered.

A mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

— Sit on the desk, Liesl.

She obeyed his order without hesitation, pushing aside the papers and pens to make room for her to sit on the white surface, her thighs pressed together in a feeble attempt to ease the arousal building up in her body.

— Open your legs for me.

Again, Elisabeth obeyed, pulling her knees apart. As he approached her, Toto brushed his lips against hers before giving her another order.

— Lift the dress.

She lifted the fabric to her waist, exposing her pussy to him, a shiver running through her body as the cool air in the office came in contact with her wetness. The vision made Toto’s tongue flicker over his bottom lip.

— You are the most important person in my life, Elisabeth Lauda — he said as he kneeled in front of her, dipping in the space between her tights. He gave a vigorous lick between her folds, spreading her juices through her pussy. The sensation caused a strangled groan to escape her lips. She’d remembered halfway through the sensation that she couldn’t scream.

The movements of his tongue, as well as the grazing of teeth against her clit were relentless, the aching sensation of pleasure building up in her body causing the muscles in her legs to quiver, threatening to close around his head. As if he knew what her body wanted to do, Toto’s palms landed on her thighs, his fingers squeezing them tightly, keeping her still.

With one hand supporting her on the table and the other grasping at his hair, Elisabeth squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tears welling up. Her mouth opened in a silent scream each time he sucked at her clit with a passion that could make her turn into a puddle in that very moment. 

— Yes, oh my god, yes — she murmured, as she felt his tongue at her entrance while the tip of his nose brushed lightly against her clit, just the way she desperately needed it. Pressure began to build in her abdomen, as her breathing became more and more labored. Elisabeth was fighting her own instincts to push him away from her pussy by bringing him closer.

Almost there.

She was almost there.

— Yes, yes, yes — she whispered, the feeling in her belly becoming almost painful. She needed it. She needed to know how important she was to him. Elisabeth needed a demonstration of love from Toto like she needed air to breathe.

And it was almost there.

— I’m coming — she whispered, her fingers grasping harder on his hair, her legs contracting under his palms.

Between her legs, Toto mumbled something Elisabeth didn’t understand, her focus completely on the bubble of pleasure that was about to explode.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Until the door opened.

— Toto, have you seen my — Mathias’ voice died mid-sentence. What he saw was too shocking for him to say anything more.

Elisabeth’s eyes snapped open, wide. Upon meeting her brother’s gaze, her impulse was to push Toto’s head away from her and close her legs, her hands lowering the bottom of her dress clumsily, fingers trembling. Then, she realized that, with her push, Toto had lost his balance and fell backwards.

— Mathias — she said with a trembling voice, the euphoria that was almost taking over her body being replaced by the terror of her brother walking in on them — It’s not what it looks like.

His expression changed from shock to disbelief as he looked between Elisabeth and Toto. She was red-faced with arousal, her hands shaking and her dress was completely wrinkled. As for Toto, his hair was disheveled from her fingers and his face was shining from her juices.

It was definitely what it looked like.

— Elisabeth, come with me — her brother said, irritation evident in his voice.

— Mathias…

— Now, Elisabeth.

She got up from the table, hesitating to trust her legs as they were so limp due to the adrenaline of the orgasm she hadn’t reached mixed with the fear she was feeling in her bloodstream. After a few seconds of steadying herself, she took slow steps toward the door, her mind still a little foggy.

— Let’s go, Elisabeth — Mathias snarled, making her flinch.

She looked at Toto, who was still panting and sitting on the floor. He looked up at her and gave her an apologetic smile. She bent down and touched his face lightly.

— Are you okay? — she whispered.

— Yes, Liesl, you’d better go — Toto replied, placing his hand on hers and giving it a light squeeze. Elisabeth got to her feet again and walked slowly out of the office, her heart thudding heavily in her chest.

She’d seen Mathias angry before, especially after races where he hadn’t performed well. But at that moment, he wasn’t angry. His face was completely red, his nostrils flaring, his breathing heavy.

Mathias was furious.

Irate.

Incandescent with rage.

He strode to a meeting room that was on the same floor as Toto’s office and opened the door, pointing into the room. His jaw was clenched. She went into the room and he closed the door behind her. Then, Mathias finally turned to her, eyes burning into her face.

— Elisabeth.

— Yes? — she asked, voice shaky.

— Could you explain to me what the fuck you were doing?

— Nothing — she replied in a thin voice.

Mathias ran a hand over his face. He was clearly beside himself.

— You’re kidding me, aren’t you?

— Mathias, it was nothing.

— Elisabeth, I’m not stupid — he replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

— I never said that you were, Mathias — she took a step forward, trying to defend herself.

— You must think I’m an idiot. It’s not possible that motherfucker had his mouth on your pussy and you say that it was nothing.

Elisabeth swallowed hard, looking down at her feet.

There was no point in denying it anymore.

— Since when? — her brother muttered.

— What do you mean?

— Since when are you… Doing… Him… This?

— This? — she asked, almost innocently. Her mind just couldn’t process everything that was going on, still fogged by the aborted orgasm and the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

— Fucking him, Elisabeth. Since when are you fucking Toto Wolff?

— Since October of last year — she muttered.

Mathias slapped his palm against his face.

— Are you serious? October, Elisabeth?

— Yes. Sochi — she said softly.

— Damn it, Elisabeth! — Mathias yelled — Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Do you have any idea who you’re having an affair with?

— It’s not just an affair, Mathias!

— It sure looked like an affair, or did he not have his face between your legs?

— Our relationship is serious!

— You’ve got to be kidding — he chuckled — Or crazy. Completely crazy.

— Mathias…

— Have you ever thought about how dad will react when he finds out that you’re having sex with his business partner? Worse, he said that Toto is his friend, Elisabeth!

— Mathias — she repeated.

— Dad keeps saying he has no friends, so when he decides to finally make one, you decide to have sex with him. Honestly!

— Mathias! — she yelled, silencing her brother — It’s not just sex.

— That’s not what I saw — he said dismissively.

— Toto and I are together, Mathias. It’s a serious relationship! We’ve been living together since January…

— I can’t believe it, Elisabeth — he put a hand to his face again.

— We’re together. We are a couple. I was not alone in Sardinia, he was with me. I was with him and the kids.

— You mean that…

— Benedict and Rosa know about us, and are very happy, if you must know.

Her brother put his hands on his hips.

— I don’t give a fuck about the kids, Elisabeth. You two lied to dad about your vacations in the garage. How could you be this careless?

— Mathias, we are not being careless…

— Well, if you are not being careless, if everything is so serious, if you like each other so much, why don’t you just tell our father? I bet he’d be delighted to hear that his sweet little daughter, his golden child, is fucking his friend, his only friend.

— Mathias, you know it’s not that simple…

— You should have thought about that before you started fucking him. 

— I did think about it, Mathias. I did.

— It doesn’t look like it — her brother said, turning to her and heading for the door. “No, this can’t end like this”, you thought.

— Mathias — you said, causing him to stop with his hand on the doorknob.

— What?

— Where are you going?

— I'm heading back to the garage. Someone has to stay with dad.

Panic took hold of Elisabeth. She rushed toward Mathias, gripping his arm tightly, desperation plain on her face.

— Please don’t tell dad — she said in a thin voice.

Her brother looked at her with disdain.

— Give me one good reason not to tell him I found you fucking Wolff in his office.

Elisabeth blinked, her mind desperately searching for a reason strong enough to keep Mathias silent on the subject. Until her eyes focused on the picture on the wall behind her brother. In the black and white image, a steering wheel of a Formula 1 car stood out, along with a pair of gloves and a helmet with the Mercedes star stamped on it. The memory hit her like a bullet.

— Because I didn't tell dad you went karting again even after he forbade you to go anywhere near a track.

She saw the color leave Mathias' face.

— You remember what happened, don't you? You remember I caught you putting your racing suit in your school backpack and you tried to lie to me, but I immediately understood your plans.

— Elisabeth...

— I called Lukas and we argued with you, we tried to get that idea out of your mind. But you asked us to be silent because that was your dream. And we supported you in the end. We even gave you money!

— I couldn't ask dad to pay for it, Elisabeth.

— So you asked Lukas and I to lend you our allowance so you could buy gloves, and a new jumpsuit. We even went a month without having lunch at school to help you pay for repairs on your kart.

— I wasn't doing anything wrong, Elisabeth! — he spat.

— You were risking your life without telling our parents, even after they told you not to. Do you remember what mom said when she found out you were racing again and that Lukas and I were covering for you? — she asked him. Noticing that Mathias was rolling his eyes, she kept going — It's no use rolling your eyes, you know that we have you covered for you to continue your adventure. You have no idea how many times we had to say that you had gone to do some homework with a classmate after school for them to not discover your secret.

— I just asked you to not tell them, you lied because you wanted to!

— And what do you want us to say to justify the fact that you're just not in school? That you walked home? That you just didn't want a ride? We had no choice, you idiot!

— But they eventually found out, didn't they? And I was grounded without being able to race. You and Lukas didn't suffer any consequences…

Elisabeth gave an incredulous laugh.

— They grounded both of us for helping you. I went months without receiving my allowance because of it. And now that you have the chance to repay me, you want to act like you have some sort of moral high ground? 

— It's not a question of having the moral high ground, the question is that the right thing is to talk to him.

— It was also right for you to ask our father to be a driver and you didn't!

— I was a teenager, you are an adult woman. You know the weight of your actions, I didn't.

— Didn't you know you could die, Mathias? That you could get hurt?

He stayed in silence for a few seconds.

— I did…

— So you knew the weight of your actions too.

— But I wasn't fucking my dad's friend.

— And I'm not risking my life doing that! — Elisabeth exploded — It’s my life, not yours. It’s my choice, not yours. It’s my relationship, not yours. So, you better keep your mouth shut just like I did when you decided to risk your life in a race track again or we will have problems.

— Do you think I’m afraid of you, Elisabeth?

— No, I don’t. But you should be, considering I am the one who manages your sponsors.

Mathias sighed. The idea of losing the sponsors of his racing career would certainly compel him to silence.

— Then you need to tell him yourself — he finally said, after some seconds of silence — But you need to know that dad trusts you, Elisabeth. And, like it or not, you’ve already let him down.

Then, her brother opened the meeting room door and left her alone in the room, tears welling up in her eyes.

“You’ve already let him down”, a voice said in Elisabeth’s head.

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Heartstopper Season 2 play-by-play analysis

I’ve already written all these thoughts during the last rewatch, but since I’m rewatching again to figure out which gifs I want to look for, I always end up rereading or rewriting something, adding more thoughts, etc. There’s always something to add, something new that I noticed. The next few rewatches will be all about the music, probably.

EPISODE 2 - FAMILY

- “LION FISH VERY TOXIC THEY HAVE STINGERS THAT ARE DEADLY TO THE TOUCH” “THERE ARE MANY TYPES OF FISH. HERE ARE A VARIETY OF FISH” “THAT LIVE IN THE SEA. I LOOKED UP PICTURES OF FISH ONLINE FOR THIS PAGE” “UNICORN FISH TYPES OF DEEPSEA FISH” I died reading Tao’s drawing notes.

- Why does Mr Farouk always look like he’s about to either give the scolding of a lifetime or give terrible news???? Even when he’s saying nice things. I love him, though.

- Isaac looking down at his book as he gets told to participate more.

- IS THAT DAVID THACKERAY telling Ben’s parents that Ben is wonderful? Poor thing.

- If we get Spanish-speaking Charlie at some point, I will cry.

- “I know getting your first boyfriend is very exciting, but…” Charlie’s parents will never know about Ben. The only ones who know are Nick and (somewhat) Tori, and that’s how it will stay. Was it Charlie’s first boyfriend? Technically, maybe, but in all the ways that matter, Nick is the true first, Nick has changed the game for Charlie forever. He shouted it at the sea and everything.

- Here we have the first time that Jane takes a very extreme approach, but of course she doesn’t know that Charlie has bigger problems than being distracted by his new boyfriend. Jane’s approach is complete ban, complete cut off, no in between.

- Olivia Colman, in yellow, like the ray of sunshine she is. But how Sara managed to raise someone as shit as David, when she’s so wonderful and Nick turned out so wonderful, is beyond me.

- The actor who plays David is so good, you just want to punch him.

- “the universe is pulling us apart” “we are tragic starcrossed lovers” “we should run away to paris together” “bring nellie though” “of course”… two dumbasses in love.

- Ugh, Ben seeing Nick approaching so he pulls Imogen closer and kisses her because he knows it’ll piss Nick off… And Imogen being so oblivious that she thinks nothing of Nick’s frown and not waving back. She does look a bit sad that he doesn’t. And Ben looking so smug.

- New favorite character unlocked: Sahar. We love her. I didn’t really get much personality from her in the comics, but here it’s much more fleshed out.

- “Still as desperate as ever”, excuse me? Who’s the true desperate one here? Ben gets this wistful, googly-eyed look every time Charlie appears and looks equally as murderous at Nick every time he sees them together. None ya business, Ben.

- Nick seriously telling Ben not to talk about Charlie, because that’s as much as he can do, or ignore him, but Ben won’t let it go, like he’s not even a little bit afraid of the boy that could snap him like a twig.

- “It’s not my fault he liked me before you”. EXCUSE ME, for one thing, what does that have to do with anything??? And for another thing, you really think that Charlie liked you? I don’t think Ben realizes how much Charlie’s crush on Ben was just that, a crush, but actually liking him would have probably made it harder for Charlie to break things off, and it wasn’t… I think Charlie authentically had a crush on Ben, because he’s handsome and because he took an interest in him, and because there was no one else. But liking him? Nah, that was just wishful thinking.

- “I hate you because you literally assaulted him”. YES NICK, TELL HIM.

- “I was going through personal stuff”. Everyone is always going through personal stuff, you dick. But you chose to “take it out” on Charlie.

- “You hurt him and who knows if you’ll do the same with Imogen.” Sweet Nick. “Do you even like her?”

- “Sorry, am I not allowed to like girls as well as boys?” This might be the first time that he’s been this honest with someone over whom he doesn’t have any control whatsoever. Also Nick’s face when he realizes that him and Ben are both bi, or at least that’s what Ben is telling him. And it reinforces the fear that Nick’s had since last season, that he’s just like Ben.

- “I’ll believe that when I see it.” Ben also thinks that being queer means having to tell the world, otherwise it’s not real.

- Ben saying that Charlie thinks that Nick is perfect, like… sir, you do not speak for Charlie, and you do not know Nick, and you are just trying to make yourself not look as bad, and convince yourself that you could just be as good a boyfriend to Charlie as Nick is, and why don’t you just go to therapy, SIR??? But Nick for a moment looks like he believes him, because it’s been hard for him to come out, he’s only managed to come out himself to two people, his mum and Imogen, and he knows it’s hard, and maybe Ben is right, maybe he’s just like him, maybe he’ll hurt Charlie too by keeping their relationship a secret… Him stroking the pen that Charlie gave him.

- “I’ve had the worst day haha” aw baby, the haha just makes it worse.

- I just realized how much I relate to Nick’s relationship with his brother. Not that my sister was ever as bad as a David, but I wish she had been more of a Tori… Being the youngest and having to deal with an invasive older sibling who just waltzes into your room and looks at your stuff and thinks they know you better than you know yourself… yeah… In retrospect it’s funny how siblings can be so unbearable to each other, and often it gets better when you don’t have to live together anymore, but it’s amazing how we can tick each other off, like no one else can… they did such a good job at capturing that dynamic…

-“If you do have a girlfriend, I want to know about it, she needs my approval”, sir fuck all the way off back to uni, please.

- “We could meet at the park”, and then they meet there and it’s so obvious that their homes used to be their safe places, but now, now they know that it’s each other, they’re each other’s safe place. Recharging!

- Listen, that hug, that spin hug, with the music playing, the joy on their faces as they realize that home is wherever the other one is, it’s just soooooo… it rewired my brain, it was like a deep breath, it’s the epitome of all NickxCharlie hugs. It’s one of my favorite scenes, if not the most favorite.

- I love how we got to see the beginning of Charlie’s serial hoodie thievery. This whole scene is so soft. And Nellie just makes everything ten times better.

- Nick leaning in for a kiss in an open space, and Charlie looking around nervously, because last season Nick was flinching with nerves at the idea of anyone, even strangers, seeing them kiss, and Nick knows this and he has moved past that and he pulls Charlie on top of him and just kisses him like crazy… seriously the amount of kissing this season is magical… And Charlie feeling euphoric as he walks home and sees Nick’s instagram post about him…

- Elle’s new friends are as stylish as her… Naomi’s eyeliner is perfect…

- I love that we get a little more insight into Elle’s experience, and why she wants to pursue art, and why Lambert would be a safe haven for her…

- Tao’s mum being the biggest fan of Elle and being the biggest TaoElle shipper… I’m glad we got a bit more of her, and other parents. Elle’s parents were excellent too (more on them later).

- Nick gathering up the courage to confront Imogen about Ben, because he wants to protect her, but not being able to tell her why, and Imogen getting defensive because she’s just afraid of being alone. And the whole thing affecting Nick and causing him such anxiety that he can’t really focus.

- The big hug and lift, priceless move. (I've lost count of all the times that Nick gives into his urge of picking Charlie up in any way he can).

- “That boy of yours is here”. Elle’s mum being a bit of a TaoElle shipper too. Elle trying to put distance between them.

- Charlie not being a fan of Marvel movies, whilst Joe Locke is starring soon in a Marvel streaming show… poetic. Methinks that, when the time comes for Nick to watch Agatha Coven of Darkness, he’ll have a massive crush on that actor who plays (presumably) Billy.

- “I’ll have something when I get home”, and then when he gets home “I ate at Nick’s.”

- Fucking David, snooping around, disrespecting Nick’s privacy. And Nick’s little “you okay?” at Charlie. David is such a perfect asshole, and I love Nick calling him a homophobic prick, but not being intimidated or anything. “You left a picture of you two kissing on your bedroom wall” “WHY DO YOU KEEP GOING IN MY ROOM?” Yes, David, why?

-Some people pointed out that Nick seems to unfairly take it out on his mum, when it was David, a grown man, sneaking in as he pleases, but I didn't see it that way. Nick's yelling at David, but looking at him mum, or looking to her for support, like going "do you see what he's done??? do you see what a dick your other son is???? please tell him to stop!!"

- Nick telling Charlie that it’s not his fault, and telling him that he’s fine and he doesn’t care, but Charlie had really thought he’d be able to protect Nick from the things that happened to him when he came out.

- Tao’s talk with his mum, it was so sweet.

- Charlie and Isaac being so serious, but also not arguing when Tao said “I know you’ve been laughing behind my back because I’m so oblivious”. And him asking for their help.

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#heartstopper #heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper play-by-play analysis #heartstopper season two #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #heartstopper netflix

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

Thank you Evie!! These are always delightful to do (even if I am usually late/forget — oops) @energievie ❤️❤️

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name: crest

age: mid-to-late-20s

star sign: Pisces

your first language: English

second language: I used to be conversational in Spanish, now I get by.

favourite lip product: medicated chapstick and a mauve lipstick I’ve had for forever

the best food dish you can make without a recipe:Jambalaya, probably. Or chicken and green bean casserole.

If you drink tea, what kind? Tea both iced and hot are my drinks of choice, I drink black tea, and I mainly stick to earl greys, bergamots, kind of floral ish (I do not like fruit flavored for hot teas at all).

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? Medium roast. I put half and half in my coffee and I like the richness — if I get light it tastes too much like milk.

favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: I’ve been watching Fantasy High Dimension 20 and I’m dying over it (you’ve probably been seeing me reblog fandom stuff from it if you follow me lmao) — and I’d be remiss not to talk about the video I watch probably once a week, which is a very specific games done quick of a nostalgic Nintendo game. It’s my cozy comfort video.

favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: oh god — I was a nerd-fighter for sure (vlogbrothers), I also watched Meekakitty (Tessa Violet) and Charlieissocoollike (that may have even pre-dated 2012, that might have been like 08 lmao) and likely many more.

favourite item of clothing right now: a brown and gray plaid short coat.

favourite item of clothing in 2012: i had a pair of corduroy rocket dog sneakers that I still own because I do love them, they’ve just been stitched back together so many times lol

fandom

three movies you recommend: Steel Magnolias, Life as a House, The Birdcage

your favourite concert: oh so many good ones, but watching Kevin Garrett respond to a fan who asked “do you have any happy songs?” with, “you walked into the wrong concert, brother, but I’ll try — this one’s kind of happy” and proceed to play a song about desperate heartache and heartbreak and fragility of youth was the funniest thing I’d ever seen and was also beautiful.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Not really — I’ve only really unfollowed people for a) being rude to other people’s fandom preferences and b) being endlessly and needlessly negative.

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? No, but I do kind of stick to smaller fandoms.

the best tv show you watched last year: The Bear. It was phenomenal and I’m scared and excited for S3.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? Not really the same but I want Will Poulter to take over Armie Hammer’s role in The Man From UNCLE because that movie was great and I wish it had a sequel but it never will because AH is a fucking creep, but, unlike Armie Hammer, Will Poulter seems like a great guy and he’d do the role so fucking well, I just want it.

a ship you’ve abandoned: I’m sure I have one? But I can’t think of it.

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? Maybe a 5? I don’t actually read much these days, I’ve been kind of busy. If you ask me what I’ve liked though I’m not shy about telling you.

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) no and the only one I would consider getting is from a book I know I will always love, like Piranesi or This is How You Lose the Time War, and I have no idea what I’d get from those.

what fandom do you wish was bigger? I actually kind of like my fandoms small, the video game Transistor by Supergiant Games is beautiful and I want to talk about it with people dammit.

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? Yes. Game of Thrones for sure. Dexter (though I don’t think I could rewatch it anyway). I agree with you Evie, That 70s Show’s ending was horrid! How I Met Your Mother, as well.

have you…

swam in an ocean? Yes, got absolutely wrecked once.

ever been vegan/vegetarian? no

gone skinny dipping? Nope.

gone skiing? Yes! Both water and snow.

been to a convention? Yes, in high school I was vice president of my library’s teen reading club (I was also in band and a theater kid so nice to meetcha I am a super nerd) and because of this our club got to go with my librarians to the fanciest hotel I’ve ever stayed in which hosted the most amazing convention ever of Indie Booksellers and I met Maggie Stiefvater and got Rainbow Rowell’s advanced reader’s copy of Eleanor and Park (think I’m dating myself here lol) and a couple of other amazing authors and talked poets and librarians and publishers and booksellers and I don’t think any convention will EVER surpass that experience.

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Tagging: @mybrainismelted , @callivich , @gallawitchxx , @michellemisfit , @whatthebodygraspsnot , @sam-loves-seb , and ANYONE else who’d like to play!!!

#weekly tag Wednesday #nostalgia time i see! #tag games

[toomanystupidpigeons]

Call me maybe

Pairing: platonic, just a cute funny drabble between female!reader, Marc, and Steven (tiny Jake reference)

Desc: you’re trying to get through to the dentist when you accidentally find yourself on the phone with three strange roommates.

Adulting is hard, and even though you’re well into your thirties now, the thought of ringing up the dentist to book an appointment still makes your stomach squeeze into a dozen tiny knots.

You crash onto the sofa just as your phone screen lights up in your hand: a text from Mum.

Sweetie I’m sure. Stop delaying!!

Your previous message had been an urgent, Are you sure this is the right number??

Perhaps you should just take your mum’s advice and get this all over with. The worst case scenario will be that your throat will seize up and you’ll end up excusing an ugly croak. That did happen once.

No, on second thoughts, this is a terrible idea.

Another text from mum: Have you called yet?

Damn her and her stubborn persistence. But you know her heart is in the right place: if you don’t make this call you’ll be drinking your food from a smoothie cup at every social gathering for the rest of your life.

Okay. You can do this.

You stab in the number, then allow your thumb to waver uncertainly over the call button. For a solid ten seconds, your heart bobs in your throat as your finger balances the art of “Will she? Won’t she?”. At one point you think of banishing the idea and calling it a day…

With a reckless burst of spontaneity, you hit call.

You compress the urge to hurl the phone straight across the room, which is a good start, but you feel your heartbeat immediately quicken, beads of sweat prickling at your scalp as it begins to dial.

After five painful rings, you hear a click on the receiving end, then a faint, “Hello?” The owner has a strong London accent, which you recognise because you live just on the outskirts. Still, you’d expected something more professional.

“Uh, yes hello,” you say, bringing the phone to your ear. “My name’s Y/N Y/LN. I’m wondering if I could possibly book a dental appointment?”

“Uh…” There’s a short period of silence, then you assume he’s passed the phone, as another responds instead. American. “Yes, we can do that. Is this for your dentures referral?”

“My… what? Sorry. You must have me mistaken for somebody else. I don’t need dentures. I need a filler.”

“Oh no, ma’am,” the American says, “you’re in desperate need of dentures. Your teeth have contracted a rare bone disease that means you will experience rapid teeth loss—“

“That’s enough,” the Londoner cuts in.

“My teeth are going to fall out?” you cry, feeling a rush of anxiety coil it’s spindly tail down the back of your neck.

“No, no, no! Bloody hell, Marc! Don’t panic. That was just my… Roommate,” the voice says quickly. “Sorry, some people just can’t help acting the goat whenever the opportunity presents itself.”

“Hold on,” you say, “I’m confused. You’re there with your roommate?”

“I think you called the wrong number,” the Londoner explains.

Goddammit Mum.

“Oh, that makes more sense. Sorry for wasting your time. I’ll hang up now—“

“No wait. Hang on! Marc needs to apologise.”

“It’s really not necessary,” you try to say.

“No. Marc, get out here. You’re saying sorry whether you like it or not.” Amidst the strange ramblings that follow, you’re almost sure you hear something being mumbled in Spanish. What exactly is going on?

“Y/N?” Marc says slowly, his accent laid on extra thick thanks to his sarcasm. “I say this as close to my heart as I can: I. Am. Sorry.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” the Londoner says, sounding particularly proud of himself.

“Will you let the poor girl go now?” Marc asks.

“I don’t mind it too much,” you interrupt. “You guys are pretty funny to listen to.”

“Ha!” Marc erupts, so loud that you hold the phone away from your ear. “She did appreciate my joke.”

“But you’re right. I’ve got a phone call to make. To a real dentist. Else I won’t be able to eat solid food ever again.”

“No,” the Londoner says. “Make that phone call. No solid food? That sounds horrible.”

“Hey,” Marc began. “If it turns out you can eat solid food, maybe we could take you out for a bite sometime.” There was a short pause. “Sorry, that was a poor transition.”

You laugh and cover your mouth with a grin.

“No, no. It’s sweet,” you say. “And even if I find out I can’t eat solid food ever again, then I’m always down for a drink?”

You can’t believe yourself. Finding that you’re flirting with these strange roommates. And yet, there’s no denying how happy you are your Mum made a mixup.

#x reader #female!reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven x reader #marc x reader #jake x reader #moon knight #drabble #moon knight fic #moon knight drabble

[tangy4ever]

Envy

WARNING: no warnings besides bad grammar, haha

Miguel O’Hara X spider!reader

fluff

You held a book in your arms as you headed toward the lab, not many spider people were up this early, as it was the crack of dawn. I mean, who could blame em’ right? You were different though, you didn’t need much sleep because you were able to consume a lot of caffeine. You considered it a superpower (sort of). You were going to the lab to work on a web fluid that was stronger than usual, there were new villains in town and you needed to be stronger. But as you walked through the pristine white halls, someone tried catching up to you. You turned around and saw a very good looking Spider-Man. Was it a Peter? You couldn’t put your finger on it. “Hey! Um, I’m Peter.” Knew it. You thought to yourself. “I know a lot of Peters, who are you? Naw I’m just kidding, nice to meet you!” You gave him a warm smile. “Wow, how are you so… awake?” He questioned, raising his brow. “Oh, I just drink a lot of coffee .” He nodded. “Anyways, I just wanted to say you look really cute.” He turned red and looked down, “I understand if you don’t like me, since we just met, but, can I get your number maybe?” You turned red, too, but agreed. “Here let me see your phone.” Just as you were about to put your number in, an alarm went off. You could hear Lyla over intercom saying, “WEEWOO! Everyone get outta here there is a blazing hot chemical fire and you will die if you attempt to put it out!” You could hear her grin through the audio. “Oh well, I’ll see you around, guess we better get out of here.” You flashed a smile. “Yeah, see you..” he seemed disappointed, you had to get that peters universe number, too. You liked his style, sort of like Hobie’s but also like yours at the same time. Roses began to grow around your feet, locking you down. “Damn it, now is not the time.” You squirmed while you tried to get out of your own trap. A deep voice from behind you suddenly speaks, startling you, “there is no fire.” You look up to see boss man himself, Miguel O’Hara, staring you down. “Oh there, uhh, isn’t?” You still struggled getting your vines off of you ankles. Then suddenly, swoosh, they were cut into pieces in the blink of an eye. “Oh, uh thanks” you say looking down, then started on your way to the lab like you were before being interrupted.

“Where are you going?” The voice sent shivers down your spine. He was now directly behind you, inches from you. You could taste his scent, smooth whisky mixed with hints of motor oil and gasoline. It wasn’t the most pleasant smell, but it was a smell to say the least. “You think that kid was cute?” You turn to face him with a confused look, “You think that was a personal question?” You say, mimicking him. “And yes, i do, he was cute, and if you don’t mind me I’m going to go work.” You push away from him and start to the lab again, before being interrupted by Miguel standing in front of you. You weren’t paying attention so you run straight into his man boobs and hit the floor. “Ow!” You say in a bratty tone. “You got stone hard pecks man, leave me alone.” He looks at you and you can see his face go from brownish to a reddish pink on his sculpted cheeks. He reaches down for your hand to help you up, but you deny and get up on your own. “carbón” <dumbass> you mumble under your breath, not thinking he actually knew Spanish right? He was just some guy, right? He looks at you with furrowed brows, not angry, but confused. “And why am I a dumbass?” You look at him in shock. “I didn’t say, uhh, I didn’t say anything.” You trip over your words then push through him into the lab. You were thankful that he didn’t follow you in. After an hour or two of work, the effects of the caffeine was slowing down and you were starting to drift off. “Come on stupid body, one more mixtur-“ you yawned and fell asleep.

You were dreaming and the smell of elote <look it up> filled your senses. Your eyes opened and there was a giant plate of it on the desk in front of you. You realized you were under a big coat and the chemical combinations you didn’t finish were tested and made. Now that you thought of it, the mixture of elote and Miguel’s scent filled the air. You took the coat off your back to look at it, and it was a big, big sweater. You looked at the tag and it said Miguel, in a pretty sloppy font, almost as if a toddler had written it. You decided to wear because, f it, and you would be comfy while you ate the amazing meal in front of you. Who could have known of your love for corn? I mean, how does one not love corn? ;) But nevermind that you didn’t think much about the name written on the tag, it was probably a coincidence. You wrapped up your project and headed back out into the hall, it was now mid afternoon and there were more people to fill the halls. You felt a tingle in the back of your head as you entered the cafeteria, you thought nothing of it, and headed to meet up with Peter, well, the one you met earlier. You said hi and made plans to meet up at a cafe in Nueva York next week. Your friends Pavitr and Hobie flagged you down and you said bye to Peter Stacey. “Hey guys.” You guys started to talk about recent villains and how much of a menace hobie is to society when your spider sense peaked again. You smelt that familiar whiskey scent behind you. Miguel. “Can I sit here?” Hobie laughed, “with us? I mean if you don’t mind me big man.” Hobie put his feet up on the table and scrunched his nose. Miguel sat inches away from you. He said that he wanted to talk about upcoming anomaly missions and ya-da ya-da blah blah. Hobbs obviously didn’t listen, Pavitr saluted every time Miguel mentioned his name, and you just kinda stared off into space. You snapped back when something brushed against your thigh, you thought nothing of it because Hobie fidgets with his guitar under the table all of the time. Again something touched your thigh, but this time it was more prominent, heavy even. Was it, a hand? No way. Hobie and pavitr had been called by Jess and went to meet with her after a hot minute of the weight on your thigh. So that’s not Hobie’s guitar. Then it can only be. You look up at Miguel. Whoosh. A portal opens up beneath you and you’re now in Miguel’s office. “Uhh, sooo, are we gonna talk about that?” You look at him scrambling to turn off the cameras of your universe, your bedroom, and your dorm at the spider society. You began to take a hint. “So, big man likes little Rose?” You walk your fingers up his arm. You grab his suit by the collar and pull him into you. He leans in to kiss you, but you put your finger up to his mouth. “Rose I-“ you huff out a sigh. You tut at him. “You thought it would be that easy? Miguel, Miguel, Miguel…” you chuckle, “before that happens, take me out to dinner first.” You wink and flutter your fingers as to say bye. His face glows red as you trot out his office in a bratty way.

Pt 2?

#miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel o'hara

[incrediblysleepdeprived]

WELCOME TO THE CHAOS TRAIN

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(btw we over analyse TSATS here children because you girl is a English obsessed book worm who is obsessed with Nico and Will and will be going through every little detail of there characters 24/7, in short terms occasionally I do book/character rants were I may begin sounding like your English teacher)

Name- Mazie/Maz (internet name)

Pronouns- Anything <3 Feel free to talk to me bout anything pjo related because I have no one irl to talk to about all dis Things you gotta know before you enter

-I am the worlds BIGGEST Solangelo shipper -NO NSFW. -Nico is a little bean #NicoProtectionSquad. -Percabeth=yes, Solangelo=yes, Thaluke=yes, Frazel=yes, Lukeabeth=no ( there brother and sis), Caleo=no. -PG-13 blog (swearing may happen occasionally but i will try and keep it to a minimal) -When I say I am the biggest Solangelo shipper I mean it like I am borderline obsessed with them

A little bit about me!

My favourite holiday is halloween

favourite season is spring <3

I don’t like tomato’s

favourite colour is lilac

I have a tiny little dog called hazel (named after hazel levesque :D )

drinks too much energy drink

learning Spanish <3

probably gonna learn Italian in the future depends ig

Also quick reminder

Your friends don't secretly hate you

You're not a bad person for things you did and said months or years ago that you now recognize as bad

You aren't cringe for being excited about things

You don't talk too much

If you feel sick from intrusive thoughts/rsd please sip on some water, get a blanket or plush to cuddle, put on some music or a video that makes you feel happy

You are loved <3

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