#((You are a certified drama queen))

[berryhobii]

Baby Mama Drama(jjk x reader)

Pairing: BabyDaddy!Jeon Jungkook x BabyMama!Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K+

Warnings: reader and Jungkook coparent, they have a daughter who is mentioned but doesn’t appear in the story, reader and Jungkook technically aren’t together but they still love each other and fool around🥴, reader irritates the hell out of JK but he can’t stay mad at them, reader is definitely a little toxic, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), oral(m and f receiving), 69 position, the sloppiest of top, face riding, fingering, reverse cowgirl, reader rides like a pro, missionary, reader has a tattoo🤭, reader is also dragging that wagon, reader also also has that certified WAP, reader is flexible, squirting, unprotected s*x(don’t do this and then turn into this couple), creampie, dirty talk, one face slap, multiple ass slaps like seriously JK is obsessed with reader’s badonk a donk, a little degradation and a dash of dumbification

A/N: I’M BACK EVERYONE!🥳for anyone who didn’t read my last post, my tumblr was suspended for a little while so that’s why I wasn’t posting. Anyway, it’s over so I’m back to work. This is a piece inspired by @joonberriess and their Sleazy!JK storyline. Shoutout to them. I love everything about the way they write JK and reader so definitely check them out if you haven’t already! Their stories make me want a sleazy baby daddy who can’t leave me the hell alone but I know I’ll never be able to handle that in real life so fictional is good enough for me!🤣this fic is just kind of a reverse of theirs where I made reader a sleazy and jealous baby mama. I know this kind of behavior is a stereotype among the black community but I am in no way condoning it. It’s just fiction and meant to be entertaining. Anyway, please let me know what you guys think as I am always open to criticism and please look forward to my upcoming posts! Much love and thanks for reading 🤎🤎🤎

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“So, do you have any kids?”

Taking a sip of his drink, Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, one. A daughter. You?”

“Two. Their father is an absolute nightmare though. Thank goodness we have a court order. I can’t even be in the same room as him without wanting to pull all my hair out.” She bitterly laughed with a shake off her head, tossing the rest of her drink back. “What about you? Is your child’s mother a monster?”

Jungkook titled his head, a strained chuckle leaving him. “Um, well she’s…..something.”

The woman hummed. “I get it. A real bitch, huh? I hate women like that. Ones who can’t let their baby daddy’s go and are somehow always around. So annoying. Like don’t you have something better to do?”

“Yeah and I do it 4 times a week in my Queen sized bed.”

Jungkook stiffened at the sound of that familiar voice. There was only one person he knew that spoke that crassly to strangers.

The scent of your perfume and the smell of the mousse you used on your braids invaded his space and solidified that shit was about to go downhill.

The woman, who’s name he don’t think he ever caught, made a noise of surprise once you appeared before her. Your body stood right between her and Jungkook, forcing her to step back a little. Arms crossed over your chest and hip cocked out to the side, your eyes roamed up and down this woman’s body in a scrutinizing manner.

“And who are you?”

Leaning back a little, you plopped yourself right on Jungkook’s lap.

Looking her up and down once more, you answered simply with a big smile, “I’m unimpressed. Nice to meet you.”

Ignoring you for a moment, the woman looked around you to make eye contact with Jungkook who was shooting her a look that screamed, “please walk away!” She didn’t really understand what was going on. Who were you and why did you walk into their conversation on 10 like that? It was one thing to interrupt a conversation but to be that disrespectful to someone you didn’t even know? That didn’t go down well in her book.

Copying your previous stance, the woman replied, “Well I’m unimpressed with your attitude. Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?”

“No but she taught me to how to wrap a bitch’s hair around my wrist and keep swinging until my arm gets tired.” Your smile was sugary sweet but your words cut deep like knives. The woman was stunned. No one has ever spoken to her this way and it was a rude awakening. She didn’t even know how to respond.

Not wanting to see you demonstrate your mother’s teachings, Jungkook quickly stood to his feet. “Well, we should really be going. It was nice meeting you. Let’s go.” He grabbed your arms to start pushing you away from the woman.

“No it wasn’t!” You called out, both of you leaving the shocked woman by herself.

Once you two had made it outside, Jungkook’s frustration boiled over.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why is it everytime I meet someone, you show up and scare them off? We aren’t together anymore. Is it not getting through your head? Like what the hell-“

His rant was flying right over your head because all you could focus on was how unbelievably sexy he looked today. How dare he walk outside like that? And he was going to waste all of that on some random stranger in a bar? Yeah right. Not as long as you had a say about it.

Your greedy eyes trailed from the top of his head to those bulging veins in his neck and down to his soft cock that was pressing against his jeans. Whew, just imaging that monster had your panties sticking to you. It was so big and warm and when he was giving you back shots…..

“Are you listening to me?”

You blinked a few times, your eyes slowing raising until they met the searing glare of your baby daddy.

“Uh yeah. Something about airline prices. So what are you doing tonight?”

Jungkook couldn’t fucking believe you. God you pissed him off to no end but he always had a way of letting off some steam.

“Let’s go. Now.”

“Yes sir.” You purred with that mischievous glint in your eye. Jungkook’s own eye twitched at the implications behind your tone but he decided to ignore it in favor of turning around to begin walking to his car, you hot on his heels and a Cheshire like grin on your face because you were getting what you wanted.

The drive back to his place was quiet, as was the ride up the elevator and the living room as he moved to sit down. He didn’t even raise his eyes to look at you once since you got in the car. Although you could see right through his petty act.

Flopping down on the couch next to him, your head leaning against your hand, you said, “come on, baby. You’re not still mad at me, are you? I said I’m sorry.”

No answer.

Moving closer to him, your hand trailed over his chest and up to his face to turn his head to face you, lips just centimeters apart. This wouldn’t be the first time you were on the receiving end of his heated glare and it certainly wouldn’t be the last but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“What do I have to say for you to forgive me? I hate when you’re mad at me, baby.”

“Then stop doing shit that pisses me off and I won’t be.” He fired back, that low tone of his sending shocks down your spine.

“I’m sorry. Now let me make it up to you.” He could pick up on that sultry voice anywhere and those bedroom eyes you were currently shooting him was a dead giveaway as well.

He rolled his eyes. “You need to stop expecting dick everytime you come over here. It’s not gonna fix anything.”

Gasping dramatically, you moved back a little to hold a hand to your chest in faux offense. “You wound me, tater tot. I came here with pure intentions to apologize to you. Can a woman not apologize to her baby daddy without him thinking she has an ulterior motive?”

An unimpressed look crossed Jungkook’s face from your dramatics and from that stupid pet name you gave him all those years ago.

“Whatever.” He mumbled. “Fine. I accept your apology. Just don’t do it again.” A warning that fell on deaf ears because yeah, you’d definitely do it again if needed but for now, you’d bask in his forgiveness.

“Thank you, baby. You know I only want to make you happy.”

“You do,” he whispered, those doe eyes lifting to connect with yours.

Your lips met, your hands pushing Jungkook back against the arm of the couch to climb into his lap. He went willingly, melting into your touch and the feeling of your plump lips. His own hands traveled up your thighs to squeeze at the plushness of your ass, his grip forcing your covered cunt to rub against his growing erection.

His grunts mixed with your low hum of pleasure as you grinded against one another but Jungkook could only tolerate about a minute of that before he started getting impatient.

Groaning against your lips, he struggled out a, “fuck. Sit it on already.”

The sounds of your giggles made him pause, eyes cracking open and his eyebrow raising because what the hell was so funny?

“Oh nothing.” You said as if reading his mind. “I just remember a very certain someone saying not to expect dick everytime I come here yet that same person is telling me to sit on his dick. How the tables have turned.”

Rolling his eyes yet again, Jungkook suddenly heaved himself up, forcing you backwards. Your giggles increased, the contagion of your amusement finally breaking him and stretching a full blown smile across his face.

“You’re so goofy.”

“Then do something about it, Mickey.”

In a show of strength that turned your panties from a pool into a water park, Jungkook heaved you over his shoulder, hand coming down on the fat of your ass.

“I’ll do something about it alright.”

Once you made it to the bedroom, Jungkook tossed you down onto the bed and was about to climb on top of you but you were a little quicker. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him down until he was flat on his back with you straddling his waist—his hard cock pressed right against your clothed cunt, just waiting to be released.

Leaning down, you captured him in another kiss while he captured your ass in his grip.

“Damn I love this ass….” He murmured into your lip lock which made you giggle.

After deeming him throughly kissed, you sat up to take in his flushed face and reddened lips. Perfect.

“Forgive me yet?”

He hummed, fingers playing with the hem of your top. “Maybe after you take this off.”

Ever so compliant, you gripped both sides of your shirt and pulled it over your head to reveal your bare breasts to Jungkook. His eyes could have popped out of his head, the groan he let out a mixture of arousal and slight irritation.

“You’re not wearing a bra?”

Shrugging one shoulder, you simply answered, “I knew I was coming here. What’s the point? Do you want to know if I’m wearing underwear?” That cheeky smile answered the question for him and it only sunk him further into the already unhealthy infatuation he had with you.

Gripping your ass, he roughly grinded your cunt down on his erection. The friction made both of you gasp, the air starting to feel electric as desperation began eating at both of you.

It didn’t take long for both of you to undress each other. Jungkook helped you wiggle out of those tiny shorts you wore, letting out a curse as a little drip of sticky arousal snapped back against your inner thigh. Sitting up, he grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere in the room. Now you could feast your eyes on the hard planes of his body and trace your fingers those intricate tattoos that marked up his skin.

Leaning down once again, you trailed kisses from that sweet spot on his neck, down his chest and over his abs until you reached your destination. Your eyes never left his as you began your descent, hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans to pull them down and Jungkook helped kick them off. You licked your lips at the sight of Jungkook’s hard cock slapping against his abs once you freed it from the confines of his pants . He could see that hungry look in your eye, smirking as he took hold of his erection and began lightly pumping it; a motion that drove you fucking crazy was watching him stroke himself. It just did something to you.

“You want it, bug?” He teased to which you nodded frantically.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.” Opening your mouth, you held your tongue out to lick at it, Jungkook hissing at the contact. He slapped it against your wet muscle a few times before letting the tip slip in your mouth. You immediately wrapped your lips around it, suckling at it like a desperate whore. Which you were but only for him. No one else could make you act like this.

You replaced his hand with your own, licking and spitting all over his cock to lubricate it. Taking him down your throat, you began bobbing your head up and down, making sure to twist your wrist just the way he liked it.

Jungkook let out a series of low moans, curses, and the tiniest of whines everytime you went down. One hand gripped at the ponytail you put your braids up in and one hand behind his head, he let you take the lead. You knew just how he liked it, just the way to flick your wrist and tighten your throat to throw him over the edge in minutes.

Coming off him with a wet cough, you continued to stroke his cock, your spit soaking your own hand but that only helped the glide. Your hazy and hungry eyes stared right into his, your chin and mouth soaked in saliva. “I love this cock so fucking much.” You gasped before taking it back down your throat and bobbing your head.

Tossing his head back, Jungkook let out a strangled moan, forcing your head down. You let him, of course, relaxing your throat so he could fuck up into your mouth.

“Come sit on my face, baby. Right fucking now.” He demanded.

Pulling off him a little, you maneuvered your body until your pussy was right over his face—69 style. He gripped both of your ass cheeks in his palms, pulling you down until he could suck your neglected clit into his mouth.

You let out a sharp gasp around his cock, finally getting some type of relief. Sucking his cock made you a different type of horny and he could see that with the way your cunt was dripping.

His mouth and tongue started going crazy, ravenous as he alternated between sucking and licking, making sure to dip his tongue in your opening every once in a while. His hands continued to slap and grip at your ass, one wandering sometimes to pull your slippery lips apart so he could really get in there.

His hand trailed down from your ass to your tight opening, squeezing a finger into your spasming walls. He located that sweet spot with practiced ease, slipping in another finger in beside it and stretching your snug cunt open. The squelching of your walls was like music to his ears, adding to the salacious ‘gluck gluck’ noises your throat was making as you swallowed his cock.

Since you were horny on your way here, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start burning hot in your belly.

You pulled off his cock but continued to stroke him, your cheek resting against his thigh as high pitched moans left your lips.

Jungkook flattened his tongue, his grip on your ass guiding you to rut against his face. The fat of your ass almost suffocated him but Jungkook couldn’t imagine going out any other way. He hooked his fingers right into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and head hanging low as you used him for your pleasure.

“Oh yes! Oh yes, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum!” Lifting your head, you took his cock back into your mouth, burying it all the way to the hilt in your throat. Jungkook’s hips jumped, him groaning against your clit, the vibrations sending shocks right through you.

A few swallows around his cock and a few more jabs to that spot inside of you and both of you were cumming. Your body tensed, hips rutting faster against his face to ride it out. He thrusted his hips up once, twice, three times before letting out a drawn out moan as he pumped his release down your waiting throat. Your body shivered as buzzing pleasure raced down your back and to your toes. You don’t think you’ve had an orgasm like that since…….three days ago when Jungkook ate you out in his car after he had to pick you up because you forgot to get gas.

Amazing car head aside, the party wasn’t over yet.

“Sit on it, bug. Hurry.” Jungkook rushed you, tapping your ass a few times, his breath labored and tone dripping with desperation.

Good thing you were just as eager because you crawled forward on your weak knees until he was lined up with your entrance. Reaching between your legs, you held his wet cock steady as you slid down on it. Jungkook’s hands held your ass cheeks apart to watch, eyes blurring slightly as your hot, tight, and gushing walls wrapped around him. You weren’t faring much better, your head knocking back as his thick cock stretched you to your limits. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken his cock, the pure g i r t h always knocked the breath out of you. This is why you couldn’t leave him alone, his cock was just too fucking good. You’d be damned if you ever let someone else take it from you.

Once you were settled to the hilt, your body leaned all the way forward to rest between his legs and you began bouncing your ass on his cock.

Jungkook was mesmerized by how your fat ass rippled and moved against his pelvis. At this moment, he didn’t give a damn how many women you threatened or how much you pissed him off; just the sight of your ass and the feeling of your juicy cunt wrapped around him was enough to make him remember another reason why he couldn’t let you the hell go. He loved your pussy too much. And if that wasn’t enough, the sight of that tiny ‘♡JK’ tatted on your left ass cheek certainly let him know.

Jungkook’s hands came down to slap repeatedly on your bouncing ass. “Faster baby. Fuck, this ass is so good!” The seat of your ass was wet from a combination of spit and cum, the wet slapping noises filling the space. Your moans were in competition with the clapping of your ass, your cheek pressed against the sheets and your nails digging into his calves.

“Ahhh! This cock is so b-big,” you whine, “love it so much…..right there….! Oohhhh-ohhhh fuck!”

Lifting up a little and adjusting your knees to a better position, you began throwing yourself down on his cock, the head brushing against every spot you had and sending you reeling. You’d come all the way up until just the tip was inside before slamming back down, the bed shaking underneath the force. Jungkook’s toes curled, your cunt gripping him tighter than a vice.

He was about 98% sure his soul left his body, eyes rolling and head knocking back against the pillows as his lungs struggled for air.

Not able to hold it anymore, Jungkook was quickly flipping your positions. Now it was your turn to be on your back, your legs spread in a wide V shape, his cologne invading your senses and his lips covering yours. He was everywhere, all over you. Your skin was on fire from his touch, sweat soaking your back and air becoming sparse as he kissed away what little oxygen you had left. You were obsessed with him. He was yours as you were his. Nothing would ever change that.

His cock buried itself back into your walls, a deep moan of pleasure getting caught in your throat once he began jackhammering into you. Your hands gripped the bottom of your feet, keeping them apart so he could continue to plow into your soft spot. His hips moved like a well oiled machine, making noisy contact with your ass with every thrust.

Your mouth dropped open, “oh my…..fffucking g-god…!” Tears welled up in your eyes as blinding pleasure spread over every nerve in your body.

Jungkook grunted, his own pleasure peaking at the sight of your fucked out face.

“Yeah? You about to cum? Are you gonna what the fuck I say and stop acting so fucking jealous? Huh?” Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth as you tried to form sentences but hurried ‘yes yes yes’ were the only words you could manage. “How many times do I have to fuck you before you get that through your thick head? I only want you. Fuck you push my fucking buttons but I know it’s just because you want me to fill up this tight cunt, isn’t that right?” A slap came across your cheek, orgasm crashing into your body without warning from the sudden strike.

Jungkook could feel wetness soaking his pelvis and cock, jaw tightening as he began moving even harder—the headboard knocking into the wall so hard that he doesn’t think he’ll get his security deposit back for this place.

“Juicy fucking cunt squirting all over me. Mhmmmm….I’m gonna fill this pussy up. You want that? Want me to send you home with my cum running down your legs?”

Your ears were ringing, his dirty talk propelling you right into another endless orgasm, your toes curling in the air as blissful overstimulation began to take over.

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, a few more thrusts and he was burying himself deep in your sopping cunt. His cock throbbed inside you, the thickness pressing right into your abused gspot. Your hands released your feet to scramble against his back, sharp acrylics digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain.

“Ohhhhhh shittttttt….fuck baby,” He groaned out as he pumped creamy ropes inside your clenching pussy, your spasming walls sucking him in and milking him for everything he was worth.

Both of you collapsed from exhaustion, Jungkook’s face planting itself in your breasts and your legs falling weakly to the bed with a light thump. Only the sounds of your heavy breathing filled the room, both of your hearts beating wildly as you two came down.

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“So am I forgiven?” You asked as you two soaked in the tub, the scent of an apple scented bath bomb wafting around the room.

Jungkook was behind you, head leaned back against the wall as he tried not to fall asleep. “I guess so. Just stop doing that, okay? It’s so embarrassing.”

“Deal.”

A beat of silence washed over the room, just the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub filling the space.

“One more time.” You suddenly said.

“Huh?”

“You asked me how many times do you have to fuck me before I get it through my thick head to stop being jealous. I think one more will do the trick.”

Jungkook let out a chuckle, opening his eyes only to find your beautiful irises staring back at him with that playful and lustful glint.

“You’re impossible.” He scoffed with an endearing shake of his head.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

[astonmartinii]

bad blood (lando's version) | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem carlos ex!reader

band aid's don't fix bullet holes but his best friend might

based on this request:so reader is a famous model who’s also carlos ex (dated YEARS) and after the breakup he jumped straight to rebeca (we just need a tiny bit of bad blood). soo she and lando always got along, ever since carlos was in mclaren. the point is they get together and come hand in hand to a gp out of nowhere so drama and more bad blood surface - you can lead this to whatever you want hehe, thanks!!! - @lorenakaspersen

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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vogue: y/n y/ln takes the cover for this month, where she talks re-discovering herself and giving yourself time to move on. copies in stores everywhere this friday.

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user1: i am once again asking how the fuck that man fumbled a bad bitch like her

user2: do not bring that man up here, he actually boils my blood

user3: honestly thank god they wear helmets in f1 cause if i saw his smug little face i may have smashed by tv

yourusername: thank you for having me hehehehhe xx

vogue: you dropped this queen 👑

user4: not vogue supporting her more than carlos ever did 🤨

user5: at least lando still supports her

user6: i'm glad the friends she made... i.e lando, charles, max, daniel, etc did also abandon her when carlos just dropped her

hunterschafer: you're the person i see in your dreams

yourusername: are you sure i'm not just your sleep paralysis demon?

hunterschafer: you're welcome to stalk mine dreams anytime

user7: how am i meant to care about f1 without y/n?

user8: she's the reason i learnt about the sport but at leats now i have an excuse to support someone else LOL

landonorris: tinkerbell looks a little bit different here

yourusername: i thought you were too old to watch peter pan?

landonorris: i just said that so you would think i'm a big macho man :(

yourusername: that is tragic

landonorris: can i interest you in a movie night some time soon then

yourusername: you might

user9: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE ^^

user10: idk but i am excited

f1wagupdates

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f1wagsupdates: carlos sainz debuts his new girlfriend rebecca donaldson at the bahrain grand prix, just one month after breaking up with model y/n y/ln. sainz and y/ln were together for three years, and sainz was seen with donaldson for the first time just a week after the breakup.

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user13: lol the wag accounts are done with his ass

f1wagsupdates: i am a y/n y/ln stan first and foremost

user14: anyone see the absolute stink eye charles and lando gave carlos LOL

user15: that's the thing when you're together for so long, the friends get attached as well

user16: i mean if certified homie hopper charles leclerc is calling your bluff then you know you've fucked up

user17: i will never understand how he jumped into a relationship with her after three years ?? LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

user18: things like that make me glad i'm single

user19: the thing that is bothering me that no one has said yet is the fact that he's been with her what a month? and he's already brought her to a race when he made y/n wait months to go to a race?

user20: screams insecurity - like "look i have moved on, i'm an alpha male who can get whoever i want"

user21: i never understood why he didn't let her come to races for months when they first got together, like not even his home race?

user22: i've always got the vibe that he thought that he was better than her and that she was using him?

user23: the way if he ever posted her (which was not very often) he never tagged her

user24: which is ironic because she's one of the most celebrated models in recent history, she has millions more followers than him and has a bigger network than him, so really if anyone was using anyone it was carlos using her

user25: anyone else pulling for her to get with lando?

user26: i always thought they got on more in the videos of them all together but honestly i just want her to be happy

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yourusername: not much going on recently

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user27: SHE'S SO HOT

user28: i need her to give me one chance please

charles_leclerc: are we still down for the road trip to lourdes?

yourusername: needed now more than ever

charles_leclerc: trust and believe

user29: charles and y/n friendship you mean so much to me

user30: need her to sit in charles' side of the garage

user31: mother went to the university of servington where she got a degree is cuntology with a minor in slaying the haus down

danielricciardo: miss ma'am, leave some for the rest of us

yourusername: why thank you good sir

danielricciardo: where do i procure a veil as such?

yourusername: i may source one for you if you promise not to shave that moustache

heidiberger: preach

user32: i bet carlos just thought everyone would just forget about y/n when he dropped her, but he forgot that she's probably more liked on the grid than he is LOL

landonorris: why are you staring into my soul like that

yourusername: why are you lurking in my comment section

landonorris: i thought we were friends :(

yourusername: always and forever

user33: but he wants it to be more

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user33: I SAW THAT LANDO X Y/N COMING SOON?

landonorris

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landonorris: hostess with the most-ess?

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user34: is that a ... WOMAN?

user35: he's saying he's a host ... maybe he's hosting a friend who is a girl, it's not illegal

user36: i get your sentiment, but that photo is straight out of the soft launch girlfriend pinterest boards

user37: well now i'm picturing lando scrolling through pinterest and asking ??? to recreate the pics 😭

carlossainz55: missing my golf partner, round this weekend? ⛳️

landonorris: let me check my schedule buddy 👍

user38: okay... well someone else tell me that they can feel the vibe shift

user39: it's their first online interaction after the breakup, i think we can guess who's side lando is on

oscarpiastri: someone needs to debrief me asap

landonorris: someone forgot that he owns a phone

oscarpiastri: needed the added pressure of the public call out to make you actually do it

landonorris: fine, but you get three questions and that's it

user40: if the call out was public can't we get the public answers

yourusername: are you coming for my job?

landonorris: you saying i could model 😊

yourusername: i'm definitely saying you should let me give my agent your number

landonorris: you already have my number babe

yourusername: okay pretty boy

user41: i need this type of nepotism in my life

user42: i need the nepotism and the sexual tension cause PHEW it is through the roof

yourusername

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yourusername: enjoy the picture of me fucking up a pretzel

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user46: okay where are the detective freaks from f1twt?

user47: reporting for duty 🫡

user46: what car is that?

user47: it looks strikingly similar to a jolly, but i don't know if that's just my brain pushing me to make it lando. but there is a florist in monaco that wraps their flowers just like that as well ....

user46: thank you for your service

danielricciardo: this is very ballerina core 🩰

yourusername: has the old man been spending time on the internet?

danielricciardo: yes he has 😃

yourusername: omg proud

danielricciardo: no but seriously how did you do it? it looks sick

yourusername: very fiddly, needed an extra pair of hands

danielricciardo: an extra pair of hands [wiggles eyebrows]

yourusername: did you just comment your own stage directions?

danielricciardo: funny 😄

user48: okay i am glad we're not being deprived of the y/n and daniel friendship.

landonorris: i am enjoying this picture of you fucking up a pretzel

yourusername: i am a whore for carbs

landonorris: i am a whore for you

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landonorris: i am also a whore for carbs (don't tell jon)

maxverstappen1: 📸📸📸 saw that mister !!

landonorris: you didn't see NOTHING

user49: we saw everything. i am so disappointed in lando, he's carlos' bestfriend and he's doing this?

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user50: oh i know this man aint speaking

f1teaandgossip

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ftteaandgossip: carlos sainz was caught liking this tweet about his ex girlfriend y/n y/ln and his (former?) best friend lando norris. what do you think?

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user53: the audacity of men never fails to astound me

user54: you know what, i feel like a guilty man only acts this bold. so i'm saying it. i think there was overlap between his relationship with y/n and his relationship with rebecca

user55: you're right and you should say it

user56: carlos got with rebecca within a WEEK of the end of a three year relationship but is angry that she's finally moving on after months ?

user57: for real the first sight of lando and y/n was after at least two months

user58: i know people will say she's in the wrong because it is lando but honestly carlos has no leg to stand on with him parading rebecca around the paddock

user59: i really couldn't give a fuck if lando is his best buddy you act like a fool expect to get treated like a fool

user60: also the whole "whoring around the grid" is so dumb. you mean her FRIENDS? you know the friends she had to make when you would just leave her in the paddock or ignore her at parties ?

user61: babe really thought he was more loved in the paddock and expected everyone to go along with his messiness

user62: men don't talk about women this way challenge

user63: imagine talking about a girl you were with for THREE tears like this

user64: i wish lando and y/n all the best and i hope they're together for a long time, she deserves a good man after all of this

user65: i have faith 🤞

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yourusername: sloppy seconds you say? i never come second with him. pun intended x

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user66: SERVE

user67: user67 found dead in her home, cause of death: this post

landonorris: what can i say i'm a giver 🤷‍♂️

yourusername: i'll say 😮‍💨

oscarpiastri: ENOUGH

landonorris: i thought you were happy for us oscar :(

oscarpiastri: i am !! i even took the second picture. but i think you forget that i am staying with you in monaco :/

yourusername: whoops my bad

landonorris: i swear my hospitality is usually better

yourusername: i can attest to his hospitality

oscarpiastri: STOP PLEASE STOP

user68: poor oscar being traumatised by y/n and lando 😭

carlossainz55: real mature

yourusername: how about instead of liking shady tweets and commenting on my instagram posts, you come confront me like a real fucking person.

carlossainz55: you'd love that wouldn't you

yourusername: i really would because if i said everything you needed to hear i'd be banned from this app

carlossainz55: you really are the gold digging slut my parents warned me about

landonorris: you will absolutely not talk to her that way. if you do so again we'll have a very real problem

carlossainz55: you have no sense of loyalty lando

landonorris: the call is coming from inside the house

user69: the girls are FIGHTING

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user72: the sky camera shady as fuck for cutting straight to y/n in the mclaren garage when carlos crashed LOL

user73: her and lando's dad trying not to laugh had me creasing

yourusername: beyond proud of you baby

landonorris: your support means everything pretty girl

yourusername: and your family are the loveliest, tell mama i said thank you for having me (and my sandwiches for the plane)

landonorris: she say's thank you and come back soon (i also want you to come home asap)

user74: he already refers to his house at their home

user75: and y/n has been accepted by the family - the sainzs could take notes

oscarpiastri: oscar piastri erasure

yourusername: sorry osc, you're our favourite pookie on the grid

landonorris: also mama made you sandwiches too

oscarpiastri: i know they were very yummy 😋

danielricciardo: HOLD ON, oscar is your favourite pookie, where am i ???

maxverstappen1: i think you'll find i am their favourite full stop

charles_leclerc: nuh uh it's clearly me

yourusername: i'll just say lando is my favourite

landonorris: and i'll say y/n is my favourite

yourusername: and that's that

danielricciardo: boooooooo.

maxverstappen1: cop out :(

charles_leclerc: 🍅🍅🍅

user76: i am so confused right now

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user77: omg the letters? i swear there were letters in her first post after carlos took rebecca to the first race of the season

user78: wait so do you think they were from lando the whole time?

yourusername: yes they are from lando ! after the carlos stuff had somewhat died down he had them all delivered to me and it definitely swayed me for a first date

user79: but i thought some of those letters looked pretty old

landonorris: i won't deny that i liked y/n for a long time but i obviously couldn't express that so i put them in letters. an idiot was an idiot and i'll never not take my chance

user80: okay that makes this whole thing so much cuter

user81: y/n is the definition of never letting your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband

landonorris: you're my best friend and i love you so much

yourusername: i'd go through all this mess and all this heartbreak again if it meant i still end up with you

landonorris: but i'm by your side forever now you can't get rid of me

yourusername: i wouldn't dream of it

user82: lord i have seen it all, please bless me with a relationship like this

danielricciardo: god you people are ridiculously cute

oscarpiastri: just think yourself lucky that you no longer share a garage with them

landonorris: we're not THAT bad

oscarpiastri: i have working ears

yourusername: sorry not sorry osc x

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note: hope you all enjoyed. i am dying trying to do 75 soft but i also signed up for burlesque class !!

[condorclaw]

These teams are so fucking funny on paper because on one hand you have Grian/Joel, the pettiest bloodthirsty trigger-happy men who are constantly done with everyone's bullshit unless it's their own brand of chaos, and Jimmy/Scar, who are known for their magnetic draw towards being violently prone to dying and are certified drama queens and crash-test dummies

[winwintea]

ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ ᴠꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ: mark’s “friends”

MARK ↬ bassist of 'dream on', 24 and unemployed! been over a year since his breakup with minjeong, recently decided to start dating a 19 year old college freshman.

JAEHYUN ↬ dubbed 'the talent' of 'dream on', he's the leader, main singer, as well as guitarist for the group. let's give it up for JEONG JAEHYUN!

SHUHUA ↬ drummer for 'dream on', as well as the queen of sarcasm. also became mark's 1st ever girlfriend after mark 'saved' her from a guy named lee know. broke up with mark after he moved back to toronto, however for some reason she also moved there... so along with jaehyun the trio formed 'dream on'!

TEN ↬ mark's gay ass roommate (don't let the twitter banner fool you.) and best friend who mark shares a bed with, because unfortunately they are unable to afford 2 separate mattresses. flirts with mark for shits n giggles, also enjoys stealing chuu's boyfriends.

HANEUL ↬ the unfortunate 19 year old that mark is dating, but she doesn't think that way. haneul is more than happy to gossip with mark about the tea between yeseo, jeongsob, and riki in her class. she also enjoys going on cute little dates such as, shopping at goodwill, visiting record stores, and getting pizza! puppy love is so real!

YIZHUO ↬ certified green tea bitch? certified mark hater wop wop wop wop wop. literally. yizhuo loves hosting parties, and knows everything about everyone. also works, like. everywhere? how does she do that.

CHUU ↬ mark's sister and tea lover (both the drinking and spilling kind) friendship with ten is (?) confusing to say the least, but ten always reports to chuu what is happening on epsiode 754 of the mark lee show today.

GYUVIN ↬ jaehyun's roommate, a young sophomore in college, loves listening to 'dream on' practice when they come over to perform, probably tied with hanuel for the title of "dream on's # 1 fan" also sometimes subs in for mark when he's busy. (doing what i'm not sure. man is unemployed.)

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SUMMARY ↬ mark has never wanted anything in his life. the lead bassist for 'dream on', unemployed, and quite literally a loser, mark expects he's hit rock bottom from here. that is until you, the girl of his dreams quite literally skates out of his dreams and into his life. mark has never wanted anything more. but is love really worth the emotional baggage when you have seven evil exes, who each possess superpowers and are intent on defeating him?

GENRES ↬ social media au (smau), fluff, angst, drama, fantasy au, band au, scott pilgrim au, explicit(?), gay people (ten) help mark find true love

TAG LIST ↬ @lyvhie @h-aechanie @aquaphoenixz @galacticnct @spiderm444rk @nerdsungie @nanaxwi @lotties-readings @nessaassen02 @alethea-moon @222brainrot @kittydollzz @n0hyuck @dudekiss3r @wony1e @whr4nakin (if your username isn’t in blue/grey, please check your visibility settings so i can properly tag you <33)

[froglover7789]

its come to my attention that a lot of my thoughts about mr lukesguyliker make it seem like i think hes some kind of useless twink and i would like to clarify that that is NOT what i mean ever.

bro is very competent. bro is super strong. bro is genuinely terrifying. but also......... he is a certified drama queen who loves to complain and a certified trouble magnet. i think a lot of people mistake that and his lack of stoicism as weakness/submissiveness.

i have a deep hate for people who make him all meek and hyperfem and shit. ive seen a lot of shit that infantilizes him and it just pisses me off esp bc so many mlm ships end up falling victim to the big strong daddy and weak little baby stereotype bullshit. like nah. fuck outta here. literally who are you talking about. bro races the space equivalent of cars and goes hunting for fun. bro has a kill count in the millions. bro could kill you with half a thought. he dont need some daddydom freaky weirdo to do everything for him. he needs an equal who isnt scared of him.

[ladythornofrivia]

Kingdom of Fire & Blood || (Part Eight)

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summary: reader has been given a second chance after meeting a mysterious entity, as aemond watched reader die. Or so he thought.

a/n: half of aemond’s pov during chapter seven, then up until recent events.

pair: aemond x reader

warnings: smut, violence, p in v sex, sexual content, aemond being arrogant, modern reader doesn’t know how the world of GOT works, praise kink, breeding kink, spitting kink, voice kink, fluff, angst—family drama, oral sex, hate sex, stalking, jealousy, virginity loss, obsession, reader being sassy and aroused, sweet moments with reader and aemond. Reader is a huge GOT & HOTD fan. Pro-Green, Reader is a green supporter. Aemond becomes king instead of Aegon. (P.S. Alys who? I only know Aemond x Reader)

Chapter Eight: The Escape

~Aemond’s POV~

~During the coronation~

The people are dreaded. Dreaded and perplexed by the animosity of the attendance. Under the King’s orders, and King’s sudden awake, the audience made haste, hoping there would be some sort of celebration. But never expect their King to summon the announcement of an unknown woman standing by the steps of the Iron Throne, bestowed and dubbed by the name of Lady Greenstar.

Greenstar.

Who was this Greenstar, as the King anointed, and why does the King expect the common folk to be blatantly generous and idolize Viserys’s vision of regaining to strength to the Iron Throne with both factions becoming as a mighty house for generations? What does Lady Greenstar served purpose as? Aemond knew the purpose of her presence, but as of yet, the conflict has shaken the core of a young woman; she looked at Aemond for a minute, the next her stare dipped below to the steps decorated in iron swords, once held by Aegon’s enemies.

A private ceremony should’ve been suffice. After all, Lady Greenstar shared agreement with Queen Alicent the night before.

Hesitant she may look, but, the glowing beauty did not stop Aemond to admire at. You, the glowing figure, stood before him. In toned colors of black and green, the white shade of gown and round jewel.

The scream materialized and broke the quietness in the great hall when the man had his knife on Helaena’s throat. Needless to say, you stepped in. Although with appease, anger flamed in your eyes and offered the man to unhand Helaena. Until chaos pursued. Tackled and suffocated in the crowd, Aemond managed to shove the rest to aid you. Although surrounded, you managed to free and defend yourself in quick proficiency, which impressed Aemond. However saving Lucerys was a mistake—at least in Aemond’s view. Though he understood that it’s your duty to serve them.

Albeit, somehow….

Aemond hated it.

You should’ve killed Lucerys. Kill him for taking out his eye since he claimed Vhagar in nightfall—let him at die at the hands of an intruding foe. A quick mercy to his lifelong of his bastard in his boyhood.

Aemond rushed to your side, without realizing that a flying knife tossed at your direction, with his one lucky eye, Aemond deflected the flying blade with his—briskly taken out from a knife scabbard. It was close.

For a moment, his heart skipped when your eyes met his, before lunging a blade attack on another foe. By then all factions fled to a safe corridor. And by the great hall, all relaxed, yet afraid of the outcome—it was an absolute failure. Alicent and Rhaenyra quarreled, men watched afar, as you rested by the pillar far behind, clutching your red-stained belly.

Aegon stood beside Aemond, nonetheless, observing your reaction. Although you were dazed in lethargic condition, you held your hand up near to your face and kissed it. What were you were kissing?

Helaena stood by your side and tranquil you with her patting hand, urging to braid your (h/c) locks. It was an endearing moment, for the princess never touched or braid anyone’s hair. It was reasonably certified, since you’ve displayed nothing but as a protector.

While watching two ladies shouting, your eyes shifted to Aegon’s, then Aemond’s, dipped your head to a soft bow. Aegon gestured back, but Aemond is unsure; his heart lanced in misgiving observation.

When the altercation grew louder, worsened, your rasped voice told them to “stop”, and collapsed into Jace’s arms—another bastard. And before Aemond knew, you told him that they’re safe and your eyes fell onto Aemond’s and veiled, body stilled.

Ser Criston saw to your fate, and immediately reported the two monarchs of both factions and briskly faded into a panic. Alicent gave the order for you to see the Maester again, as Jace lifted your body in his arms, but his knees wobbled.

For a Strong bastard, he’s undeniably weak. He’s spent too much time staying on his mommy’s side for an extension of time in Dragonstone.

Annoyed, and somewhat discouraged of the outcome, Aemond’s motivated and masked anger, trudged his way through and retrieved you in his arms. But as soon as you under Aemond’s strong arms, he couldn’t sense whether you’re alive or not. All Ser Criston said that you “collapsed”. Collapsed could mean many things. Sickness could mean many things.

And Aemond was hoping for a better option—a better poison than a fatal one.

~~~

Incense wafted in the room—your room. Hot coal scorched, mingling against a soft, chilled wind.

“How is she? Will she outlive?” Alicent interrogated, clutching her sheer fabric that was clinging onto her shoulders, frantic eyes aimed at your body.

Otto, on the other hand, was displeased, fingers massaging his nose bridge. Behind the brick walls outside the room, Aemond leaned his back as his arms crossed, awaiting. Silence was drowning him with countless questions and heated debated locked inside his heart.

“The girl is…” Maester began, removing the cloak of your stained dress—corset loosened and heavy long skirt descended down passed to your smooth legs. The conflict in your body has shown. The poison seeped again, only this time the green spot spread quicker.

The Maester’s breath stopped for a second before resuming his medicinal work. “I must cater to a young woman. Her condition has been in a tangled moment betwixt the bridge of life and death once again. We mustn’t let it happen.”

“The ceremony has been anointed not too long ago, and this occurred,” Alicent rasped. “Then again, nothing life comes decency in Westeros.”

“Let us repose for now, Alicent,” Otto calmly said. “We have much to discuss in the council room. They’ve been expecting on our early arrival.”

All left except Aemond, who they never noticed him from quitting the room. Thank the gods nobody has noticed his subtlety of depravation. When the Maester hissed; the missing ingredients for the healing procession, he hasted to gather more.

Aemond slipped inside and approached, eyeing on your naked body, splayed with soft hills of your breasts, and silk of your slender waist. The maidenhood shielded with rosy pink fabric, and your red dragon markings across your limbs appeared as dwindling—though under a heated light of sun pooled your skin.

Aemond’s eye flicked below your lower arm.

On your hand, it veiled a gold ring twinkled on the fourth finger, not only that, a metallic bracelet rested on your wrist. Your (h/c) splayed across the table, visage dulled as lips parched despited painted in red.

Fingertips stroke against your smooth face and glimpsed at you one last time before the Maester enters to resume his work.

~~~

Later, with agitation filling up in his chest, like a dragon, he urged to rage, blazing the Red Keep with fire—with Vhagar at his side, for a lack of protection and proficiency of strength. The air struck him, tingled in his chest, simmering down.

At sundown, and until sundown, Aemond did nothing but abide in his room, reading and gathering the calamity on his jumbled thoughts, pacing back and forth in the room.

You were stabbed again. You’ve been stabbed before, maybe things would be under a familiar result—you’ll outlive the poison just as the first.

Just before long, he visited to your chambers—only to find you gone. The maids fixed the linens bedsheets and your tainted ceremonial dress.

“Where is she?” Aemond entered, watching the maids bowed to him in a coiled, shy fashion.

Lady Greenstar, his heart called.

“She’s dead, my prince,” the maid answered. “Queen Alicent escorted Lady Greenstar’s body down the grounds with the Silent Sisters.”

And the world collapsed on him, like the world without dragons, dragons without wings, shredded, it plunged down and anchored into the darkest oblivion.

~Your POV~

In oblivion, the unknown being have spoken to you, showed the ugliness and manipulation of your past life, as an act of self-interest. The contract between you and the unknown entity has been sealed, ending with your senses blocked with drained blood onto your eyes, ears and mouth.

What do we say to God of Death?

Not today.

Those are the words to pump and enliven your stilled chest once more.

A cold blade pressed against your flesh.

Hastened, your left hand seized the warm neck. Your eyes snapped open, your back sat up straight as you leveled yourself onto your knee, resting on the brick table, your palm squeezing the life of a Silent Sister. The Silent Sister gasped for air. As the others gasped, in quiet dread, trying to hold you back. Round kick them at once, you fled from the undergrounds. Though by the time you fled in a vulnerable naked state, you trudged on with little cloth strapped on your figure, tied it up as much as the knot can hold under your movement.

Somewhere at the grounds, your head pounded with ache. The voices inside your head felt like wind breezing. But these incoherent, cryptic voices guided you.

This way, it said.

Nonetheless, you followed.

How will you tell the Targaryens of your sudden revival? More importantly, how will you tell the Targaryens, and Hightowers, of escaping from The Stranger.

Rushing inside the Red Keep, anger boiled inside you, and the guards, who immediately averted their gaze at you, caught off guard. Their swords are at hand, unsheathed, prepare to fight. But one guard did not aim his weaponry against you.

Ser Erryk.

“Notify them at once,” said Ser Erryk, “I’ll escort Lady Greenstar back to her chambers.”

And so, they fled, but you had other ideas. Realization dawned upon you when the cloth strapped on your body is gone. Ser Erryk, ripped his cloak off and veiled you. Little did he know, you went straight to the Targaryens. With anger rising so much it strengthened your palms and feet rushing the halls and hands shoving the heavy oak doors, unveiling yourself before them.

The Targaryens flabbergasted at your presence, seeing anger wrinkled on your youth-like face, marching in menacingly as if a predator stalked its prey.

“My lady,” Alicent said, an intake of small breath drawn in.

“I thought she’s dead,” Jason Lannister whispered.

As your eyes darted to Aemond, you sensed that relief hinted upon his princely visage—his long, silver-gold hair gleamed under a hearth, as Aegon bemused at a scenery—something that Targaryens hadn’t received before.

“Here I thought I was early to the party,” you remarked, striding with assurance as Princess Helaena stood up, excitement written on her once timid expression.

“Lady Greenstar,” Helaena chirped.

~ Aemond’s POV ~

Five words summoned across the blackened mind.

His fair Dragoness is alive.

@ aemondswifffeeeyyy - all rights reserved.

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[yourlocalshrimp318]

My mom is now part of the ineffable fandom.

We finished season 1 and, wahoo, she really liked it. She is very sad that Azi and Crowley didn’t kiss, but the end was cute. She said that.

When Crowley’s car catched fire, she was a little bit down because the car was so pretty, but also quite impressed by its performance. Also the Queen music was absolute peak, because mom is a huuuge Queen fan.

M. said (quite often) that Shadwell is a very disgusting man. He looks like he smells bad. I understand her tbh.

She looked at me in utter confusion when I loudly said „Wahoo“ when Crowley introduced the m25.

When we first saw death, her comment was: „omg is it Freddie Mercury? That’d be so funny!“ uhhh no mom. Not really.

„Please Adam, calm the fuck down. You are not that important!“ she said, really annoyed by Adam. No one should be such an ass to their friends.

Anathema is now certified very beautiful by my mother. She is right.

She noticed that the one soldier dude read „American Gods“ by Neil Gaiman and thought it was funny.

Newt is very funny and M. was very keen to find out why is car is called „Dick Turpin“

„Now why do these guys look so toasted?“ she asked, being utterly terrified by the weird looks of the horsemen. „And why is death so ugly?“ I don’t know mother. Maybe because he is Death??

During the last episode she didn’t say much. Sadly.

But Satan is a certified drama queen. By my mother.

She laughed as Michael entered: „haha he looks like David Bowie!“

„Gabriel is a dick, Aziraphale didn’t do anything??“

„Why can’t they just state their feelings?“

And lastly: „Blodie here such a British person!“ nuh-uh mom. Not exactly. But I do get you.

She was very relieved when she saw that the bookshop was there again. Absolutely relatable.

M. had good time, she is excited for season 2. She hopes for a happy ending. I am a little bit scared.

„Cute story. Looking forward to the rest“

Good night/day people!

[vintagetvstars]

Diana Rigg Vs. Joanna Lumley

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Diana Rigg - (The Avengers, Diana) - Honestly? Just check her out as Emma Peel in any episode of The Avengers. The character herself was a legend - an exceptional spy, wonderful fighter, certified genius, a true feminist role model - not to mention a renowned sex symbol (that leather catsuit... heavens help me...) and fashion icon. As for Diana personally, she was once described by Michael Parkinson as "the most desirable woman he ever met, who radiated a lustrous beauty". She could pivot from funny quips and endearing jokes to stone-cold badassery like it was nothing, and she looked stunning either way. Whenever I look at a pic of her, I have this feeling she's planning some fun mischief and I get the strongest urge to ask her to take me along. Need anything more? Here, have some pics (pics below the cut)

Joanna Lumley - (Sapphire and Steel, The New Avengers, Absolutely Fabulous) - Staple of British TV, Joanna Lumley is best known for her comedic output encompassing many shows, but her most famous would have to be Absolutely Fabulous, playing the promiscuous and indulgent career woman Patsy Stone. I adore her most for her haunting turn in Sapphire and Steel opposite similar babe material David McCallum. Her cheer shines through a chilly exterior, and she balances underrated scream queen content with caring and heartfelt moments. She's a human rights activist and common face on British charity advertising. She was also a model, a bond girl and Doctor Who (briefly), which can't hurt her chances. I petition you graceful tumblr users of the world, vote for national treasure Joanna Lumley!!

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Diana Rigg:

When people think of The Avengers, they think Steed and Peel (or they think the marvel property but that’s neither here nor there). I know people who thought Mrs. Peel was the ONLY woman Steed worked with, Diana Rigg was Just That Good (she was only on two seasons!). She was one of those actors that could so perfectly play comedy in any form, her dry, sardonic wit was marvelous, but so was her physical and slapstick comedy, and she could do drama too! If you’ve seen her in interviews you’d also know how fabulously humble and kind she was. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more attracted to a TV woman than I’ve been to Diana Rigg. Some photos of her:

the SMILE!!!!

I like a woman that could kill me in one shot

tell me she's not endearing I DARE you

excuse me I'm overcome with sinful thoughts

 hello 911 I think I'm having a heart attack

Here's an interview I fell for her in:

Diana Rigg | Interview | The Avengers | Good Afternoon | 1974 | Part one

Her first appearance in The Avengers (In series 4, if you can believe it):

The Avengers: Emma Peel First Appearance HD

[katsu28]

i have a request! taking care of steve when he’s sick. he gets really clingy and cuddly and pouty and it is very adorable 🥺 if you can’t i understand :)

i absolutely can!!! i actually had something like this in my wips already, you've read my mind! enjoy <33

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

warnings: mentions of death but it's just steve being an absolute drama queen

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Steve Harrington always prided himself on being a certified tough guy. But when he got sick, god, all that went out the window. 

The first thing you woke up to in the morning was the heat radiating from where he was cuddled up against you. Steve was always a human heater, but this was different, and you could already tell that something was off. His cheeks were rosier than they usually were, breathing heavier than normal, exhales more labored. His brow was creased, like he was uncomfortable, and when you reached over to press your palm against his forehead, you realized why. He was burning up, probably running a high fever by the looks of it. 

“Stevie, hey,” You said softly, running your hand down his arm gently to rouse him from his sleep. Steve frowned, burrowing deeper against you without opening his eyes. “You’ve got a fever, my love. We gotta get you some medicine.” He just grunted, squeezing you even tighter.

You carded your fingers through his damp hair, coming all the way down to trace the apple of his flushed cheek gently. “C’mon, let go of me for just a second, hm?”

Steve’s voice was hoarse, scraping against his throat painfully as he pried his eyes open slowly. They were rimmed red, dark circles under them more pronounced than you’d ever seen them before. “No.” 

“Baby, you’re sick.” 

“‘M not sick, I’m—” His protests died off in a long series of hacking coughs that shook his whole body, features twisting into a grimace right afterwards. 

“You’re definitely sick, Steve.” 

“Maybe.” 

“I'll be right back.” 

“No, don’t go,” He moaned, one hand weakly scrabbling around to latch onto yours. “Stay.” 

“Steve…” You chastised, dragging his name out. Steve shook his head stubbornly, pulling you back into his arms with surprising strength for someone who could barely keep his head up. 

“Please don’t leave me.” He whined, but with how congested he was, it sounded more like ‘please don’t leab me’. 

“I’m just getting you some medicine and water, I promise I’ll be right back, ‘mkay?” 

He mumbled something incoherent, but let himself fall to the bed defeatedly, like he couldn’t muster the energy to do anything anymore. After pressing a kiss to Steve’s hairline, you ventured to the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets for what you needed, returning to the room minutes later with the fever medicine and a glass of water. 

“Everything hurts.” Steve groaned, easing himself up against the headboard with a wince as you passed off the meds and water to him. 

Mighty, monster slaying Steve Harrington, taken down by a common fever. You’d be laughing if he didn’t look so adorably pathetic right now. 

“Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve stayed away from Dustin when he wasn’t feeling well, dummy.” You chided, sitting cross-legged at his feet. “I know you wanted to take care of him, but now you’re both sick!” 

“Not helping.” He muttered, downing the medicine and half the water before promptly slumping over face first into the pillow beside him. 

“I know, I’m sorry,” You chuckled, running a hand through his chestnut tornado of a bedhead. “You just need lots of fluids and rest, baby.” 

“I’m cold.” He pouted miserably, holding his arms out for you like a child reaching out for their favorite toy. “Hold me?” 

“Y’know, most boyfriends tell their girlfriends to stay away from them when they’re sick. Just FYI.” 

“I’m trying to suck out your health to replenish mine.” 

“Sounds about right. Just don’t bitch about it when you have to take care of me after I get sick.” You shot back, crawling up the bed and settling in right next to Steve.

As soon as you did, he was half on top of you, head resting on your stomach with an arm and a leg thrown across your body as he nuzzled as close as humanly possible to you. His skin was clammy, but you didn’t really mind. Your fingers found their home threading through his hair, scratching light circles across his scalp that made him let out a content sigh. 

“That feels nice.” He murmured, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m gonna just…rest my eyes. Just for a little bit. Ten minutes, tops.” 

Within minutes, Steve was out like a light, snoring soundly. He slept like a baby for about an hour until he sneezed himself awake, instantly pouting at you again. 

“Hi, sleepyhead,” You murmured, kissing his forehead. “Feeling any better?” Steve merely shook his head, rubbing at his nose furiously until it was bright red. “Poor baby. You should eat.” 

“Don’t wanna eat. Wanna stay here ‘til I wither away and die.” 

“Well, I would hate it if you died, so if you’re not gonna eat for you, do it for me?” You knew for a fact that would get him, and you were right. Steve heaved out a congested sigh, throwing the covers off himself and clambering unsteadily to his feet only to cling to you the instant you got up too. “Stevie, I can’t keep us both upright.” 

“You’re gonna have to try, ‘cause if I fall, I’m staying on the floor,” He grumbled, brow furrowing in utmost concentration as you guided the both of you slowly down the hall and to the kitchen, where he slumped over at the table immediately. 

“What do you wanna eat?” You hummed, pulling open the fridge to inspect its contents. “We have leftover pizza, some chicken from a few nights ago…there’s also some pasta from last week but I think that might’ve already gone bad.” 

“Death.” 

“Funny. I think toast is probably best for now. Want peanut butter on it?” 

“I want death.” 

“Plain toast for the drama queen, got it.” 

After you made the toast, the only way you eventually managed to make him eat it at all was by letting him hold your hand across the table as he nibbled away, after you’d talked him down from making you sit on his lap whilst he ate. 

So yeah, Steve Harrington was a certified tough guy, but even the toughest of guys had their kryptonite. Otherworldly monsters and nightmarish creatures from a doomsday parallel universe? Nothing to it.

But common colds and fevers? Consider Steve down for the count. He was just lucky he had you to dote on him until he got better. 

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[tomboyyyaoi]

FUCKDUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKUFCKUFKCUFKCVUKV STANPEDEE STATURDAY THOUGHTSD I FUCKING GUESS OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKINGV GOD FUCKING TRIGUN FUCK

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AAHH FCUKFUCKFUFUCK WHTFUCK??? FUCK

FUCK

SHIT

OH MY GOD

elendira is such a little drama queen bitch i love her, annoying little sister coded, can i get 5 more of these little blonde bitches

WE ALL FUCKING CALLED IT I WAS SUCH A PEDDLER OF THIS THEORY BUT I WASNT EXPECTING IT THIS EPISODE I REALLY LIKED HOW IT WAS DONE IM GOING NUTS A LITTLE BIT

MERYLLLL MERYL MERYL OH MY GOD the fact the derringer still has his blood on it makes it SO FUCKING GOOD her pressing the button to go back up w her red raw eyes and loading the derringer w shaky hands oh my god im going fucking nuts im obsessed

BANGER vashwood moments this ep how r u guys doin

SCARS SCARS SCARS SCARS SCARS

FUCK the fact conrad has just been using human kids as bases for clones of knives.... the extent of his experiments, absolutely fucking vicious i love how much they are pushing that he is truly a piece of shit

knives' little eye on his.. knife. epic swag begging for some more body horror

let us not forget roberto got merked by a little trans girl. i support trans rights and trans wrongs, rip bozo ill miss u

nick continuing to treat other eye of michael experiments like siblings he is their annoying big brother who they all hate♡

"wolfwood. thank you for everything" pff gay u'll see him tomorrow i bet

vashs smarmy lil wave at meryl and roberto while A) roberto was fucking dying (unbeknownst to him tbf) and B) meryl was screaming at him thru the glass not to go bc it was a trap. very vash of him.

VASH AND WOLFWOOD GETTING CAUGHT BY THE POLICE BC VASH FUCKING SNEEZED then wolfwood fucking punching him in the head for it which was the most vashwood moment ever THATS their dynamic... 2 me...

JULY LOOKS FUCKING AWESOME its like this super cool mix of steampunk and cyberpunk i really fuck w it, LOVE the culture in it too i love the idea of other cultures being alive on nomans land not just american

zazies lil "aw man. >:(" wen meryl n roberto just walked off with conrad THEY R SO PATHETIC i love them. best antagonist.

wolfwood getting the scar reveal scene instead of meryl is a little weird but oddly enough? i dont mind! ik im a stark mash head but im unbothetrd (looks like shes gnna go in to save him next ep anyway n im BUZZIN 4 that)

roberto sat FUCKING DYING in the elevator and just bein like "im 2 sober 4 this :/" bitch im gnna miss u

KNIVES SAYING HES GNNA REBUILD VASH THEN CHUCKING HIM IN A BIG PLANT VAT?????? RRRGGHEHFHFHGGRGFG GOING NUTS

we r gathered here 2day 2 mourn the loss of roberto deniro, we all knew u were gnna die, we all called it but man? u were great while we had u, bringing a certified smarmy depressed alcoholic uncle vibe to the group that was so much fun in contrast with the others, rip bozo, gnna miss u big boy

anyway fuck fuck man mother fucker fuck shit man shit fuck fuck motherfcukdf come back next week for more

[bonefall]

Honestly? I was a certified Nightheart hater but you've made me come around: apart from the usual Misogyny in Warriors, I think if it wasn't for that and if the Erins realized he's driving his clanmates away I would actually like him. If him joining ShadowClan and proclaiming he was Sunbeam's mate behind her back was actually treated as a flaw and their relationship imploded, it could've been really interesting! Kinda makes me wonder how Dovewing would react to him, because I can see her being understanding until he critfails their conversation by going 'I don't think ANYONE suffered as badly as I DID in ThunderClan. >:(' <3 No king, DON'T make Dovewing revoke her speaking to her priveledges from her- king why, you forced her paws! She's walking away!!!

YEAAAAHHH MANNN!!!

It's COMPELLING!! They could have done something BANGER here! This drama is juicier than his silly little rotisserie chicken and if you can just wade through the Certified WC Misogyny(tm) then there could be a really fun character there!

Like, imagine a story where all this was on purpose;

Nightheart ruins all his own relationships, can't take responsibility for himself

Bramblestar, guy who ALSO does this, becomes his best friend... and uses him, too.

The only person he could bond with was the person who was a liar. The person who never told him no.

Connect to the part earlier where Nightheart lamented how his dead father would have understood then... he only likes the people who aren't really there for him.

How Nightheart defies orders, puts himself in danger, freaks his family out, and then he treats their concern and exasperation like hatred

AND THEN HE LEAVES

And goes to ShadowClan and thinks all his problems will be fixed

Forces himself into Sunbeam's life, in the MIDDLE OF A WAVE OF POLITICAL TENSION...

Sunbeam, petty queen, who can never say no ever, letting situations spiral out of control constantly to disastrous effects: "ummm"

Berryheart: "What is this?"

Nightheart: "HER BOYFRIEND!"

Berryheart: "What... that's-"

Sunbeam (SUDDENLY SEEING A WAY TO SPITE HER MOTHER): "MY BOYFRIEND."

But then this EXPLODING because he's looking for something to fix him, and she can't. No one can. HE'S THE PROBLEM

But that doesn't mean he deserves the TREATMENT that Berryheart gives him

And it all ends up coming to a head, with Tawnypelt sick of him, Dovewing laying it out that he's a tar pit, and Berryheart moving on him...

LIKE... He's REALLY GOOD as a kid who needs to learn to confront himself. He's fun as someone who makes things worse and has the absolute worst timing ever. The DRAMA... it drives me.

Isn't that what WC really is, at its best? A cat soap opera toeing the edge of being a political drama? You HAVE to have your messy, unpredictable little brats. That's the BEST

I'm gonna have a BLAST when I get around to him, man. I've got so many succulent little berries to work with here;

Dovewing revoking his privileges. Most damning thing in the entire universe is when she just gets up and walks away from you.

Having Nightheart have to examine that he's the problem in his own life.

And yet, he's in active danger, since Antfur is going to be dying in ASC instead of TBC, as a result of Berryheart's violent group.

Berryheart, in general. I've got ideas, man. I love the evil educator idea, I hope that Fringewhisker stays in ShadowClan so I can go with that idea of Heartstar spitefully making her the next educator.

Berryheart's got Don't Hug Me I'm Scared vibes, lmao. "Now let's all agree to never be creative again!"

And on that note... she survived the Kin, that day, because her executioner intentionally let her go. Looked over their shoulder, saw Berryheart swimming away, and said nothing.

The idea that Berry tells a story for sympathy about escaping, and uses it to justify her xenophobia, when it was a Kin cat who SAVED her life but she leaves that detail out... effervescent.

And that's not even getting into anything I could do with StarClan, with the last arc in BB ending in the end of Skystar, a shattered purgatory, and the quiet revelation that Ashfur had accomplices.

It's gonna be fun!

[sillymaxing]

...hi again. I <3 this blog sm if you can't tell.

Do you think Tord would notice if Matt had a spell of like...self concious...trauma induced stuff, like he goes quiet and stuff. I hope that makes sense. :3

Note: I turned this into Tord being uncaring when he realizes (gaslights himself into believing) it isn’t his fault.

Matt is, in my opinion, the type to shut down, let it get bottled up, and then explode.

At first Tord notices Matt becoming silent. Normally this ginger fuckhead is ALWAYS YAPPING.

Matt also does work at a very very steady pace. Something that would raise suspicion in Tord’s mind is when Matt is finished with his workload early, and asking for more things to do.

Tord would give Matt more and more things to do.

Matt would stay up late getting things done. And after Matt hadn’t slept for 2 days, Tord would just lie and say there wasn’t anymore work to do.

But Matt gets angry at this??

“You’re gonna fall behind. Patryck has work to do still, and I should lighten his load.”

Tord decides to question Matt’s lack of sleep, to which Matt just brushes off and says he’s been taking naps so it’s fine.

“Maybe you should take a break, Matt. You’ve been working so hard, and I appreciate it. However, we need you to be your best self.”

“Oh? Am I not my best self? Who’s fault is that, Tord?”

Like a drama queen, he storms out.

Tord has Patryck talk to him. He knows the two are closer.

Patryck doesn’t have any luck, and decides it would be best to take a little more extreme measures.

So they lock him in his room with orders to rest.

That’s when Matt throws a fucking fit.

“SURE! LOCK ME UP LIKE ALL OF MY OTHER FRIENDS. YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU CREATED THE WORLD WE’RE LIVING IN NOW! This is all YOUR FAULT.”

He’s banging on the doors, screaming at the top of his lungs. Hands pulling at his hair, scratching at his metal jaw.

“Sir-“

Tord holds a hand up, silencing Patryck.

“Matt, where is this coming from?”

Tord sounds concerned, worried for his friend on the other side of the door.

“You made me- you made me organize the supply for- I’ve been- YOU FORCED ME TO!”

Matt’s breaths sound labored, voice cracking with anguish. Pat’s face seems to flush, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Tord. Everything clicks together.

Recently Pat had assigned Matt to track and certify certain shipments of medical supplies. One specific shipment contained items for Tom. It was obvious that Matt knew what they were for. And Matt was forced to approve the package, and bring it into the base, where he knew Tom would suffer.

Pat and Tord give each other a look, not knowing what exactly to do. They both wait on the other to do something. Pat is closer with Matt, but Tord knows more about his friendships and life.

“Im sorry, Matt. That was something I overlooked.”

In reality, it was in fact Matt’s job to do what Pat told him to. But he was also his friend, so it made situations like these complicated.

“I’m going to give you the next 3 days off. We’ll talk about this another time. But there’s nothing you can do about Tom right now. Just try to rest.”

Pat looks over at Tord in shock, wincing as Matt starts cussing them both out. He had expected Tord to be a bit softer.

“Pat. He’s your problem. I have things to do. He helped us get ahead of schedule, so fix this.”

[rdo-constance]

SIKE there's more (of course there's more), because we cant ignore the b-team that stays in the stable 90% of the time.

Bishop, certified chonk. Sounds like she's about to collapse as soon as she moves faster than a walk (relatable tbh). Very loud. About everything. All the time.

Nairobi, aka Giraffe, aka fancy lady, and the only horse i put the lantern on. A bit of a drama queen who won't actually throw you but will throw a tantrum because there's a snake two miles away (but she's pretty so I'll forgive it).

Rook. Don't let her size fool you - she's very loyal but she doesn't take any bullshit and will put you on the ground in two seconds flat without hesitation. Knocks over horses twice her size in the racing series and has exactly two settings: fast and faster.

Hermes, the sweetest little goofball on the planet, always tries his best and wouldn't hurt a fly. Will do anything for a scooby snack a classic oatcake.

Rosie!! Looks like rocky road ice cream!! Scared of everything and anything, a little clumsy and doesn't know how big and tanky she is, but it's ok, she's trying.

Bear, all legs, no brain. Runs blindly into trees and jumps headfirst off cliffs without question so he's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but at least he doesn't spook easily.

[disasterbye45]

jason todd, certified drama queen, ABSOLUTELY lists pomegranates as one of his favorite foods regardless of how much he actually enjoys the taste. the blatant allusions to persephone going to the underworld and coming back? the fact that it’s basically impossible to take apart a pomegranate without staining your hands and everything in a three foot radius with plant-based arterial spray? he’s a fucking nerd and this is like catnip for him i tell you

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

Can you do Aiden headcanons if that’s something you would like to do

ohohoho yes!

He's a coffee addict (same, dude)

He writes LotR fanfic for Aru

He and Aru had a discussion over whether Aragorn or Legolas was hotter, which led to one of the most intense arguments in his and Aru's relationship

After the events of NoI he always sleeps with some kind of light (he still has trauma from the whole Nidra incident)

Whenever he's on a holiday he takes pictures of everything and is the most enthusiastic about sightseeing

Always does his laundry, but never makes his own bed

Once had a chocolate chip cookie, realised it was actually oatmeal raisin, and cursed the gods

Certified drama queen

He gives Rudy dating advice, but the advice is almost always given with lovingly delivered sarcasm ("How did Mini agree to date you?")

He isn't that fond of singing, but if it's karaoke night and he's against Rudy? "Gimme the mic, Brynne, and Aru, shut your eyes, I'm going to destroy this dude"

Secretly the biggest Mindy and Hirynne shipper

He and Mini regularly have chai and biscuits together, and talk about their beloved idiots

He and Aru propose to each other on the same day

Never told Malini about "Oh yeah I died twice"; because it was never brought up. In the end, Aru was the one who told her.

Undefeated at those claw machine arcade games. Within 30 minutes, he and Aru had a pile of stuffed animals

Has a blog where he posts pictures of cool plants and animals he sees

Secretly the biggest crybaby in emotional movies: "Aiden are you-" "I'm fine" [sobbing on the inside]

These are all I could think of rn, I hope I did justice to ur blorbo!

[artyandink]

Hi! Could you ship me with a Lockwood and Co character? I’m around 5’ 5” with black hair and brown eyes, my friends call me confident and I think I’m smart. I like watching crime series and murder mystery movies (reading the novels too) and I’m good at deducing who the murderer is and such. Who do you ship me with?

I ship you with… (dramatic drumroll)

Anthony Lockwood

This man is proven to be a certified simp and we all know it. So there’s no denying he’d hardcore simp for you too. You’re cool, amazing and confident, which is a wow factor since he likes girls who can stand up for themselves. As for your height, there will be some teasing involved but being the confident queen you are, you won’t stand for that. He won’t understand your deep love for murder mystery since I think he’s rather a news watcher and reader himself, but after stealing one of your MM novels he’ll gain the same love for it due to the dramatic scenes that relate to his flamboyant personality (cause he’s a big-time drama queen and we know it, don’t we) and always bicker with you about who’s the murderer. “No, he’s the murderer! The Juan Carlos chap!” “No, it’s clearly Grace Ballard. She’s extra suspicious.” You’d both huddle in a blanket on a Friday night and watch those movies with buckets of popcorn and when George and Lucy wanted to join you’d let them on the condition that they remain deadly silent even though you’re breaking the sound barrier. “But you’re talking-” “Shut it!” Overall, you guys are the cutest couple ever (especially when Lockwood goes housewife mode in the morning) and everyone ships you, even Barnes himself.

Hope you’re happy with who you got,

Arty.

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