#1623

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Gerard van Honthorst (Dutch, 1592-1656) Saint Sebastian, ca.1623 Sebastian was a Roman centurion, who was discovered to be a Christian and was sentenced to death by Emperor Diocletian. He was bound to a stake and shot with arrows. He was left for dead, although the arrows had not killed him and he was eventually stoned to death. The story is taken from the 'Golden Legend'.

[vicsy]

chalex / care ❤️

"Oh my god."

Alex hears Charles before he spots him sidestepping Fernando's ridiculous scooter, weaving through the Saturday paddock crowd and beelining towards the entrance of the Williams motorhome, which had just enough luck not share the fate of McLaren's. The weekend promises to be shit on a stick but something's gotta give. Alex is grateful for small miracles like the one he's currently trying to prevent from jumping out of his rather capable hands.

"Found him chewing on a plant in catering," Alex quips and as soon as he does, Leo finally wiggles his way out, leaping into Charles' waiting arms. "Little guy gave you quite a heart attack, yeah?"

Charles can't really respond, busy being under the merciless attack of puppy kisses all over his face and Alex can't help a smile, endlessly endeared. It's the cute puppy factor, he half-convinces himself, shirking his hands into his jean pockets. Charles yelps when Leo bites him on the chin and Alex's heart wraps itself in fondness. Definitely, it's just the dog, not the one enduring all the slobbering. Sure.

"Oh my god, Leo! I don't know how he got out," Charles says, breathless with relief. He tucks Leo into his chest and Alex notices how much the puppy's grown, no longer fitting in the palm of Charles' hand. Leo starts bumping his snout at the chain Charles wears around his neck. Alex stares at the picture perfect for entirely too long. "I almost lost my mind looking for him before you texted me. Thank you so much, Alex. You're my hero. This could have been a disaster."

"Well, I do have a zoo," Alex enunciates and Charles laughs, so bright and open, his face all scrunched up as if he's looking at the sun but that's just Alex is front of him. Just the little ol' him. "Solving an animal related crisis is sort of a given. So yeah, any time, mate. If you ever need any help, I'm your guy."

An underdog for your dog, Alex's mind provides and he bites the inside of his cheek.

Charles looks like a dream in a white, baggy t-shit and those abysmal jeans, holding a puppy to his chest like it's the most precious creature in the world. And it's a dream catered specifically to Alex, wired straight to his synapses, and his mind veers dangerously close to the pits of yearning. Every week is a losing battle as it is. Alex can't compete.

He kind of freezes, momentarily stumped, when Charles goes in for a quick hug. Which is fine and super normal thing to do, he's high on emotion, whatever. Leo gets inevitably sandwiched between their chests. Alex eventually figures his way back into the basics of human interaction and wraps one arm awkwardly around Charles, then places his other hand on Charles' forearm in a makeshift attempt at a barrier. The usual hubbub of a race weekend passes them by and Alex hopes to keep his wits about him while he's got 'em. At the back of his mind, he registers the press of something cold and wet to the underside of his jaw.

Leo's sneeze goes off like a tiny bomb.

"Oh, Leo," Charles sighs apologetically, rocking back and out his embrace. Alex doesn't mind some dog snot. He lets his touch linger, fingers tucked into the crook of Charles' elbow, next to Leo's tiny paws. "Thanks again, Alex. For taking care of Leo for me."

"No worries, Charles."

Alex wishes he didn't need to let go but they've got to race and he can't keep staring at Charles' lovely, mole-dotted face all fucking day. He plasters on a smile that digs into his cheeks way too hard and his hand falls limply to his side in quiet surrender. Alex wishes for unattainable and watches Charles head back to his team, to his red car, to the people who worship the ground he walks on. Before he disappears around the corner, Charles turns, carefully grabbing Leo's tiny paw, and waves Alex goodbye with it.

Alex wishes it wasn't just about the dog.

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.

[dailysmilingnatsume]

[vox-anglosphere]

After a dangerous crossing, a third shipload of pilgrims lands in 1623

[bonolewis]

in cinemas March 10th!!

(inspired by this post idk they look like protagonists in an indie coming-of-age movie to me)

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: June 18, 1984

Lyrics:

Winter is approaching

There's snow upon the ground

It's good of you to visit me

I'm glad you came around

I don't know how you found me

I didn't let you know

I only moved to this address

About a week ago

I guess you think I ran out

But that's not true

Other people settle down

I never do

I always have to move on

Just have to go

I've often wondered why that is

I'd like to say but I just don't know

I guess you always wanted

Life on your own

I guess you always wanted

Life on your own

Up here the summer's shorter

And winter's very cold

I'm looking forward to the peace

My lonely life will hold

I'm really glad you came here

Thank you for the talk

It's funny how my problem stopped

When we went for a walk

Standing here together

Means so much

I won't forget your confidence

I won't forget your touch

You know I'll come to see you

Passing through

We'll always be a world apart

I'll travel on but I will be true

Songwriter:

I guess you always wanted

Life on your own

I guess you always wanted

Life on your own

I guess you always wanted

Life on your own

I guess you always wanted

Life on your own

John William Callis / Ian Charles Burden / Adrian Wright

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

The Human League

[alexanderossis]

hi maya🥰 I saw that your inbox is open for prompts - I don't suppose you'd be open to writing more Chalex? 😇❤️❤️

Chalex + you’re so strong.  and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  i’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens. 

The look on Charles’ face during the red flag is enough to put Alex on edge. The last time there was a crane on the track Jules had died. He looks haunted, like all of the ghosts in his life have caught up to him in this moment and it hurts. Alex wants to go to him, to wrap him up and take him far away from here, to somewhere safe. But they are supposed to stay at their garage and Alex resigns himself to fixing everything after the race if he can.

They do end up finishing the race, but Charles gets a penalty, robbing him of 2nd place and of any hope of stopping Max from winning the championship. Bad things come in threes as they say.

Alex goes through media on autopilot, the usual lingering anxiety of media barely on his mind. In fact, the only thing on his mind is Charles. He couldn’t shake the look on Charles’ face for the rest of the race, even though he was stuck in the garage, unable to even distract himself by racing. Instead, he replayed the incident over and over again in his head, how close Pierre had come to hitting the crane. Pierre of all people, Charles’s best friend, one of the only people Charles had left… Alex couldn’t let himself go there.

“Alex,” Pierre’s crisp French voice cuts through the mess in Alex’s head, “Have you seen Charles?”

He shakes his head, “I was planning to go see him, after media.”

“Good,” Pierre clasps his shoulder, “He’s going to need you.”

“Do- Do you want to go?” He doesn’t want to overstep, never one to insert himself if he’s not wanted. He learned that a long time ago.

“I will go later but-“ Pierre takes a shuddering breath, “I’m in no space to console him.”

Alex nods, taking Pierre’s hand as he turns to go, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Pierre gives him a small smile and squeezes his hand before he gets pulled away to his next interview.

After getting the okay from his PR team, Alex heads in the direction of the Ferrari garages. Carlos nods at him as he passes and Alex has to stop his brain from thinking, what if someone had hit him when he’d spun.. would he still be here?

He pauses outside of Charles’s room to collect his thoughts. Alex knocks once.

“Who is it?” Charles’s voice is muffled through the door, but Alex’s heart flutters anyway.

“It’s me,” Alex answers, “Um, Alex.”

“Alexander!” Charles opens the door, a see-through smile plastered on his face.

He lets Alex past him into the driving room, everything decorated in Ferrari red. Alex hates Ferrari red.

“How are you doing?” Alex sits down on the couch, reaching for Charles, who’s stepped just out of reach.

“Fine.”

“That was a lie,” Alex gives him a stern look.

“I am fine, Alexander. Why would I not be?” Charles tries for playful, but it comes across as strained and Alex just wants to touch him.

“Should I give you the full list?” Alex crosses his arms.

Charles doesn’t say anything, just watches him quietly.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Alex sighs, “I just thought maybe you’d want to. It’s okay to be upset.”

Charles opens his mouth to say something and then shuts it.

Alex reaches out again, “Can you just come here then? We don’t have to talk.”

He watches as Charles seems to consider it.

“For me?” Alex asks.

And that seems to get Charles to move. He’s nothing if not giving. He crawls into Alex’s embrace, tucking his head into Alex’s chest. Alex rubs his lower back gently, pressing his lips against Charles’s hair.

“Charles, love,” Alex says quietly, “You’re so strong and brave—but I wish you knew you don’t always have to be. I’m here, if you’re willing to let me help you shoulder those burdens.”

Carefully, quietly, Charles looks up at him. He meets Alex’s soft brown gaze, and Alex can see the war of emotions behind Charles’s beautiful green eyes. He’s straining to let go so badly, the last few voices in his head pushing against it. Alex rubs his hip lightly, urging him on.

“I’m here, you’re safe,” he repeats, “You can let go.”

Charles closes his eyes against the sobs that escape. All of the emotion of the race, of the tractor, of Pierre, of Jules, of the season, it all comes out. He falls forward, his whole weight against Alex.

“Good, good,” Alex murmurs, “You’re so good, I’m so proud of you.”

Charles sniffles, tucking his head further into Alex’s neck as his boyfriend whispers sweet nothings into his hair.

“How could they do that?” Charles cries, letting it all out now, “After- after everything?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Alex brushes his back lightly, “But they won’t get away with it. George has already been on the phone with them.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm. Everyone has your back, Charles.”

“I don’t want to let them all down,” Charles says it so quietly that Alex barely hears.

He readjusts them, pulling Charles upright so he can cup his jaw with one hand. He needs Charles to hear him, to see that nothing matters except them, right here, right now.

“Firstly, none of us care if you win. Obviously, I want to see you up there lifting the trophy. But I don’t love you any less if you’re not. And neither does Pierre or George, Lando, Carlos, Lewis, Seb… Do I need to go on?”

Charles shakes his head and Alex curls closer, pulling Charles into his chest, “Secondly, it’s not your fault that you’re not on the podium. It’s been a shit season, everyone sees that.”

“Shit because I can’t keep the car on the road,” Charles mumbles, sniffing.

“No, shit because your team can’t figure out how to do a pitstop or a basic strategy,” Alex grips Charles’ hips tighter, holding him in place as he goes to squirm away, goes to argue with Alex.

“As I was saying,” Alex continues, “I want to be here for you when things are good or bad, okay? Let me help you.”

“Alex,” Charles sighs, “You have so many other things to worry about.”

“Yes,” Alex shrugs, “But I’m your boyfriend. You count on my list of things to worry about. Rank pretty high actually.”

He pokes Charles's chest gently, “And I’m very happy to have you to worry about.”

Charles wraps his arms around Alex's neck, “Promise?”

“Charlie,” Alex looks him dead in the eye, “I’d rather have every single moment with you, the good and the bad, than not have you at all. I love you.”

Charles smiles softly and a warmth spreads through Alex from head to toe.

“Can we please go home?” Charles presses a kiss to Alex’s cheek and untangles himself from Alex’s lap, “I want to cuddle somewhere where my teammate is not going to walk in on us.”

“Of course,” Alex stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watches Charles move around the driver’s room, picking up his things. “We can order food and take a bath! Or we can watch a movie, or we can go watch the lights of the city from the roof or- “

“Alexander,” Charles interrupts, setting down his bag and pressing up close to his boyfriend, “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

Alex blushes, “Maybe.”

“I love you very much, but I am not doing all of those things. Let’s pick one.”

Alex presses a kiss to Charles’ lips, “Deal.”

Hope you like it, babe! Not my best work but it's sweet <3

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Year 1623

Piero grew up and it was clear to both his parents that like his sister he hadn't inherited Vincente's magic but unlike his sister being a werewolf, he didn't have that either. That said while his sister was a bright and cheerful little one, he was rather calm and rarely fussed. The lack of crying was nice for sleep but it made it difficult to know what he needed when he merely pouted when he wanted something.

Frideswide was both surprised and not when she learned of her own pregnancy early into the year. She enjoyed raising her nieces and nephew but it was a nice thought to think about having her own child again. Seeing the kids that looked more and more like Grace each day did make her long for another though she didn't want to say so after leaving her twins in Henford with their grandparents that now she was ready for a child.

Giulia began to toddle around the home looking more like her father as she grew up. Francisco and Alexis often joked that if Giulia didn't have her mother's eyes and Henry's hair, it would be hard to say she was Alexis's given how much she took after Vincente. But Giulia was happy to tag along with the adults of the house, perhaps it was all the attention she had grown up with but now that she was bigger she was rather clingy.

While it was easier for Francisco and Karmine to be around Giulia, Piero was harder for them. It was no fault of his own but seeing him growing was a reminder of how their late son wasn't especially when they would have been the same age, practically like twins. Each day it was easier to bear as the boy grew into his own rather than being similar to the infant they lost... it didn't mean it still didn't hurt though.

Vincente adored his little boy. Now that his daughter was older she was able to demand more attention leaving Piero on his own for most of the time since he hardly made a bother but he made sure to make time for his little one the best as often has he could especially as he knew it was hard for his brother and sister-in-law to help with him.

The day before Giula's second birthday, Frideswide and Aurelio welcomed their son Hector. He was a healthy little boy that was adored by the Robles family. Ignacio felt more at ease for the future of his family now that there were two new sons in the family which was nice since with so many young kids, Aurelio and Frideswide were not hoping for any more. Fate may not agree but they were content with their four children.

December rolled around and with it brought the anniversary of loss for Francisco and Karmine. It felt like a bitter consolation that the day that had hurt them so much the previous year was bringing with it hope as they realized that Karmine was once again expecting. Emotions were conflicting as the year came to a close both hopeful and fearful for the future.

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[oldcountrybearloveselle]

ELLE No.1623 - 14 February 1977 - Dayle Haddon photographed by Lothar Schmid

[famousdeaths]

Sir William Wade was an English statesman and diplomat, and Lieutenant of the Tower of London.

Link: William Wade (English politician)

[famousborntoday]

Francis Turretin was a Genevan-Italian Reformed scholastic theologian.

Link: Francis Turretin

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