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!NOT MINE!

i was cleaning up my gallery and found this photo from like 2 years ago. probably found it on pinterest but idk.

ANYWAYS just wanted people to see this cause it’s just 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼✨🔥

gonna drop from the face of earth again. ciao 👋🏼

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RANDOM THEORY TIME !!!!

guessing peoples major based on their vibes!!

(this is just me guessing/making stuff up idk how much of this is true and idk if they are enrolled in university. these are just some fun theories)

@wolf-knights is a law or engineering (either chemical or mechanical) student OR WAIT businessss fs

same w @zyonsay either an engineer or psych student (i kinda wanna say something like marine biology)

@wannabecatboysblog either a communications major or something to do with medicine mmm… vet or radiologist

@crustyboypix mechanic or automotive engineer OR wait something to do w literature?? idk they have that vibe OR DRUMMER OMG

@maxvkisser pharmaaaa (nvm the fact i js saw the emt thing) OR AVIATION definitely definitely

@miloformula123fan ‘s i already know so🥲 BUTTTT BASED ON THE VIBES ALONE- psychology or maybe something to do with arts or automotive engineering too

I’ll add more later if i come up with something weird (if u want me to do urs for funsies just text me or something 😄)

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

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Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

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HEY GUYS !! NEED HELP !!

so i have a stats project (cause guess who’s still stuck in high school 😻) anyways if y’all could answer a few questions it would be helpful🙏🏼🙏🏼

1. do you drink coffee? (yes/ no)

2. how many hours of sleep do you get on average?

ANY response would be helpful!! comment, reblog, dm, query box!! anything works!!

TYSM <3

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

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praying for the people💌

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004 - ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ

★— pairing(s): Max Verstappen x Male! Leclerc! Reader

★— warning(s): possible grammar mistakes, a little angst? not proofread!

★— (a/n): guess who's alive and breathing (unfortunately) how are you guys?

★— character information | series masterlist

18-21

You raised your hand, ready to press the doorbell, before lowering it back again. Taking a deep breath, you ring the doorbell. You cleared your throat while waiting for the door to open. Hearing the door open, you look up.

Max sucks in a deep breath, not expecting to come face-to-face with you. Is that a suit you're wearing? Are those flowers in your hands? "Wha-what are you doing here?" He questions you, suddenly remembering how to speak.

"Oh... Um... I'm here for-" you begin to say before stopping abruptly. You look up suddenly, and Max thinks it's to look at him, but instead, you look behind him. The corners of your lips lift up into a soft smile.

"Richie!" The sudden exclaim of your name makes Max look to the source of it. He looks behind him, watching as the young woman makes her way over to the door. He watches from the sidelines as you hand her the flower in your hands.

Lilies, he notes, White Lilies. Victoria's favorite. He frowns, not understanding what you were even doing here.

"You ready to go?" Your voice, laced with that thick French accent of yours that he had gotten used to, breaks him from his thoughts. It takes him a while to realize that the question was directed at his younger sister, not him. A confused "huh" leaves him, directing both your attention to you.

"Remember that art exhibition I was telling you about?" the young woman questions him. "Well after you said you were too busy to go with me, I asked Richie! And he said yes! So, that's where we're going right now," she finishes her explanation with a bright smile.

It almost made Max want to smile back. Almost. He couldn't help it. He knows he should be happy for his sister. She looks like she has found someone who makes her feel giddy and happy, and all those feelings they describe in those silly rom-coms Victoria makes him watch. He watches as she smiles brightly, looking at you. This was the first time she had shown such an interest in a guy.

He couldn't watch it anymore. He leaves you two at the door. Walking back inside the house, the last thing he hears is Victoria's reply to the question you had asked previously. "Let me get my purse really quick and then we can go!" He hears his sister's footsteps run up the stairs, probably to her room. to get her purse.

He's in the kitchen, pacing around endlessly, trying to distract his mind, when he hears his younger sister's voice again. He knows he's going to regret listening in on your conversation, but he does it anyway. 

"How do I look?" Victoria questions you, doing a little twirl for you. You give her a fond smile, she gives you a bright one in return "You look gorgeous, Vic"

He inhales deeply. His body suddenly feels numb. His brain felt fuzzy. His throat felt dry. He looked around; his eyes couldn't focus. He looks back at the door where you had been standing. The ghost of you still looming over there.

He feels like the last of his senses has been taken from him. He couldn't breathe. Your features soften, as if you uderstood what he was feeling. 

Did you really? 

Could you even? Could really understand the pain he was in?

Did your heart stop at the thought of him just as his did? 

Did you think about him as often as he thought of you? 

Why did your eyes say you were going through the same thing if you didn't yearn for him as much as he did for you?

Why were you here for his sister? He is right there. Your hand twitches, as if to reach out to him. You clench your fist, slowly exhaling through your nose; stilling yourself.

His eyes follow your every movement. Why did you stop yourself? It was the question plastered all over his face. You look back, towards the car that was parked in his driveway. Victoria was already in there, waiting for you.

You look back at Max again. You could feel your heart breaking. You wanted to reach out to him, hold him in your arms. He wanted you to. To say something To do something. Anything.

You didn't.

(a/n): guess who has midterms in an hour but was writing a fic

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (ᴏᴘᴇɴ): @miloformula123fan @its-ares @fangirl-dot-com @wolf-knights @zyonsay @1obsessedwithfictionalmen7 @fevndue @erinpiastri @v3lnys @woozarts @sebastianstansblog @badblondebisexualboy @lovecarsgoingvroom @kurating @saintraikkonen @evans-dejong @maxcuntstappen @eugene-emt-roe @thedecalcomania-blog

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ding dong 😵

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might start watching indycar now‼️🕺🏻

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IL PREDESTINATO: THE PRINCE OF MONZA

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WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON JAMES ITS SO OVER FOR HIM

WILLIAMS I AM PLANNING YOUR DOWNFALL

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you gotta be kidding me rn

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I JUST GOT TO SENIOR YEAR WHY DO I ALREADY HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DOOOOO AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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ꜱᴀᴜᴅᴀᴅᴇ

pairing(s): prince! Arthur Leclerc x male! knight! reader

warning(s): mentions of injury, mentions of death, royal au! forbidden romance(?), angst

(a/n): a lot of backstory and angst. also this was inspired the moodboard i made. and inspired by the song– sign of the times by harry styles. also the dynamic was kind of inspired by patrochilles from tsoa.

wc: 1.6k

!not proofread!

"Y/n! Uncle!"

You hear the high-pitched voice of a young boy. On turning around, you see him running towards you. But he never reaches you.

You let out a sigh. Seeing Arthur trip on his own feet was not an uncommon sight for you. You could never understand how a prince could be so clumsy. You walk over towards him, helping the poor boy up.

"Prince Arthur," your father greets him with a small smile.

"Uncle!" the younger beams.

"What brings you here, your Highness?" your father asks him, curious about why the youngest prince was near the soldier's quarters, which happened to be on the opposite side of the Prince's room.

Arthur stills for a second, gathering his thoughts. "My father has requested your presence. He said something about- about-" He trails off, not remembering the rest of what his father had said.

Your father smiles down at him. You didn't know what he found amusing about him. Your father turns to you, giving you a small smile, "I have to go. Please take care of Prince Arthur and escort him back to his room."

"Yes, father."

---

You look around the hallways as you walk behind the youngest prince. The royal quarters were completely different from what you were used to.

Arthur's room soon comes into your field of vision. It was only a few paces down Prince Charles'. "Do you want to come in?" he asks excitedly, eager to show you the new toys his father had brought from his recent travels.

You accept his request. It's not like you could say no to a Prince; you were a nobody compared to him.

---

You had been practicing your sword skills near the river bank before you were disturbed by the presence of another person. It took you a second to recognize him. After all, you didn't expect him to be here. 

"Hello!" he said after spotting you, his eyes full of innocence and with the biggest smile on his face. 

"Your Highness," you bow, just like you were taught to. He frowned, he never liked how you treated him like a prince. He wanted to be your friend, and friends don't bow to each other. Or act like one was superior.

He quickly changed the topic, asking you to teach him some of your sword moves.

"You have a trainer already," you pointed out, "appointed by the king."

"But I don't like him," he replied, pouting like a child. You sometimes forget that he's a prince. From what you were told, a prince shouldn't act this way. Maybe he got away with it because he was the youngest, you wondered.

"I'm not a teacher," you replied, hoping the annoying boy would go away already. "But you could teach a friend!" Arthur replied happily. You take a moment to answer. "You're a prince. We can not be friends." You walk away from the river, going back to the soldier's quarters.

Arthur watched you walk away from him. He didn't understand why you disliked him so much. All he wanted was a friend.

---

You were appointed to accompany the youngest prince while he went to the local bazaar. He wouldn't let anyone else accompany him and of course, the king couldn't let him go alone.

Arthur had made it known that you would be the only one he would allow to be near him. So upon receiving direct orders from the King, you couldn't exactly say no.

---

His eyes beg you. Trying to covey the words his mouth couldn't. Was it selfish of him? To want you to stay when the kingdom was under attack? He searches your eyes. What was he trying to find?

You step closer to him. Your hand gently cups his face, bringing him closer, till your foreheads touch.

"I have to go," you whisper, your breath tickling his face. A lump forms in his throat. He doesn't want you to leave.

His stomach churns at the thoughts that cross his mind. The 'what if' scenarios running through his mind. He can't shake off this feeling he has.

"Don't." It's so quiet you barely hear it. "Please."

"My Prince." You pull him into your embrace, gently tucking his face in the curve of your neck. One of your hands around his back, the other supporting his head.

"My love," you try to console him. It hurt you to see him like that. It hurt you the most to know you were the reason for his current state. 

"At least..." he tries to say before his own sobs cut him off. "At least stay the night." 

You look at Arthur. He was clutching your vest, scared that if he let go, you would leave. He reminded you of the young boy you had met all those years ago. 

The clumsy little boy, who used to run around the palace barefoot, tripping so often that his arms and legs were scattered in scars. 

The determined little boy, who used to beg you to teach him how to fight because he didn't think he was strong enough to deserve the title of prince. The smart little boy, who taught you how to read and write, something you had never learned because a soldier had no use for such things.

The caring little boy, who stayed up all night once to look after you after you had caught a severe cold.

The sensitive little boy, who cried when he found a dead butterfly in the garden. You didn't have the heart to tell him that those things barely lived for a few weeks. The brave little boy, who fought his father, the king, because the king forbade him from spending time together with lowlifes.

You smile at the memory. Arthur had fought his own father all because he called you a lowlife. You knew your place in the system. It wasn't the first time you had heard such a thing. It's what you were so you didn't ever consider it an insult. 

But seeing Arthur defend you like that, against the king of all people, had really made you see him in a new life.

You tighten your arms around him. You didn't want to leave him here. But this was a war the kingdom couldn't afford to lose. Things had been especially tough on the frontlines. 

"Of course, my love," you reply softly, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of his head. 

---

Arthur woke up the next day to an empty bed. You were nowhere to be seen. Deep inside, he knew you had already left. You were probably about to reach the battlegrounds.

He rolled over to your side of the bed. At least that's what he had been calling it ever since you had started spending the nights in his room. It was already cold.

He tried to sleep again, to get away from the thoughts clouding his mind but to no avail.

Something caught his eye. It was sitting on top of the nightstand. He reached out grabbing the small piece of jewelry.

He recognized it. It was a simple silver chain with your birthstone hanging from it. It was the most precious thing you had. You had told him once. A gift from your late mother.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around it. He knew how much it meant to you. It was your treasure and you had left it in his care. He brought the necklace closer to him. Like he was holding a piece of you. 

He curled up in a ball, weeping quietly. The reality of the situation hit him. There was only one instance he could think of where you would leave behind your most treasured necklace.

---

The Sun had already settled for the day. The stars, shining like little gems in the blanket of darkness. It had been a long day for the two young boys. Sweaty and tired, they laid in the freshly trimmed grass. 

"You did good today." the shorter of the two turned  his head to look at his companion. You had never been the first to start a conversation with him, much less compliment him. Arthur felt himself turning red as you laid there oblivious. 

"Thanks," he meeked out. He turned to look at you once again. Your had laid comfortably on the ground, your eyes closed, the moon that had previously been hiding behind the clouds was now shining its luminance onto you. 

Heavenly. You looked heavenly. It was the only way he could describe you. He closed his eyes, taking in the smell of the grass surrounding him, and of the blooming flowers through the wind. the sound of the leaves rattling, and you.

"I want to learn life with you."

You opened your eyes slowly. It had been so quiet that you barely heard it. You turned to the boy next to you. Or rather the man next to you. He was fifteen, turning sixteen in a few weeks. 

He was no longer the clumsy little boy you had met. He fitted into his role as the prince perfectly. He knew how to fight now. He was attending meetings when his brothers couldn't. His opinions were heard in the council. Everyone had acknowledged him as a man, as a dutiful prince. 

He had even changed physically. He was taller than you remembered. Stronger, even. His muscles were starting to show. His voice was slightly deeper. His hair was longer. He had grown. Before you knew it, a smile had appeared on your face. 

---

He holds the letter close to him, the edges of the paper crumbling under his fingers. The tears staining the paper. It was written in a hurry, he could tell. Addressed to him, sitting neatly on the nightstand next to your necklace.

He wailed.

Please forgive me, my prince. I would not be there to accompany you till the end. I wish it didn't had to end like this. I wish I got learn more of life with you.

I hope we can meet again somewhere. Somewhere far away from here. Maybe in the after life. Until then, take care of yourself, my love.

Love,

Your Knight

(a/n): i've written after soooo many months so its kinda weird and all over the place. and a little rushed. I'll get better when i start writing more eventually i promise🤞🏼i still hope you guys enjoyed it

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and i would also do anything for some more of prince!arthur and knight!reader :)

you sure you’re ready for it?

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it’s my first last day of school tomorrow 🥳 i’m a senior in hs now🕺🏻🕺🏻

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