#April 16 2023

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc attends the finals of the Monte-Carlo Masters. 🎾 🎥: Rolex Monte-Carlo Masters (April 16, 2023)

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Fylgie

[glimmerofawesome]

[qsmpphotoalbum]

[druggeddraccus]

i wish i was getting my tattoo sooner lol i’m so excited

it’ll have the framework and she’s gonna do something different with the tree i think so it’s not super busy. and for the shading i guess is what you’d call it—she has this really cool dot work?? like the shading is a bunch of dots and it looks so cool—i’ve seen her instagram of them

i’m just so excited to see her turn this into a fucking awesome tattoo

edit: tattoo was finished may 2023

[mermaidinthecity]

April 16, 2023

[dailyscottficrec]

April 16, 2023

Thank you for the guest rec @ahscotty!

Room With a Longview by Nokomis

Author summary:

Scott just really wants Isaac and his dick to be happy, okay. It’s what friends are for.

@ahscotty's reasons to love the fic:

“So,” Isaac says. “This morning.” “

“This morning,” Scott agrees, because this morning was something that happened.”

It’s a well-paced, easy read, with lots of ‘argh embarrassing!!!’ teen sex comedy energy and some lovely banter. And it’s cute af too.

Don't forget to let the author know if you enjoy the fic!

[dteam-snaps]

→ APRIL 16 2023

[averbaldumpingground]

It wasn't very often that he would let himself think it, but sometimes, Jack really hated Dawn Clearly.

"So, do you have any siblings?"

The expectant way that his date cocked her head told him everything that he needed to know about the rest of the evening: the feigned interest in his job as a data security consultant, the all too eager suggestion that maybe they should head back to his place, her number blowing up his phone when he demurred, having learned that lesson a little too well the last time that he'd made the mistake of taking a woman home on the first date.

There wasn't any point to the pretending.

"You know, I really don't think this is working."

"Excuse me?"

"If you want her autograph, just buy it off Ebay like everyone else, and leave me out of it."

He signaled at the waitress for the check. Maybe he could get a to-go box for his tacos. They'd be soggy, but at least he could eat them in the privacy of his apartment without having to worry about everything he said ending up on the front page of People.

Jesus Fucking Christ, it wasn't even like he was the famous one here.

But he was used to it. Mostly.

Donna had made it big back when he was a senior in college. After years of driving his little sister and her garage band of the week around to every Elks Lodge function hall and local bar mitzvah, he couldn't help but be excited for her. Unfortunately, that excitement wouldn't last.

It was a fluke, really, Hiroshima Shadow's first record deal. Some local dj had heard them at an open mic night or something. Jack still wasn't entirely sure of all the details; he'd had midterm to cram for when it happened. But they'd barely even been a real band back then: just Donna, and Paul, and Steph replacing Lizzie, who'd quit to go back to school for accounting. The name had been a work in progress.

But even in those early days, when they still played a lot of covers by the Clash and the Dead Kennedys and sometimes Pansy Division, but with a lot more indistinct screaming, it only seemed like it would be a matter of time before the rest of the world would come to appreciate how good of a guitarist Donna was. How big of a star she would be. The smirking face on far too many billboards.

Hiroshima Shadow's rise had been almost meteoric. Warped Tour and MTV and Rock am Ring in Germany. By then, Donna and Paul had been writing most of their own songs, scathing and funny and haunting, and easier on Donna's vocal chords than the screaming of the early days. They'd broken up before the year was over, and reformed, without their bassist, as the O-Ring, a kind of "fuck you" to Paul's homophobic parents.

Paul had spent that Thanksgiving on their couch, drinking and watching hockey with Jack while Jack's mom fretted about the turkey and the pie and the stuffing. Donna, Dawn Clearly by then, some announcer's drunken mistake that she had just gone with, could never have been accused of being the most supportive of friends. It was the first time that Jack could remember being really, genuinely angry with his sister.

It wasn't the last. Especially not when the first paparazzi photos came out.

Jack had been 25 then, still working as a software developer. Still a little heartbroken from having to turn Steph down, the touring and the fame already too much for him to deal with. Even for someone like Steph.

It was Janice in Administration who had shown him the pictures. Donna, visiting him at his new apartment. Donna and him, grabbing lunch. Donna, borrowing his Rutgers hoodie when it got too cold out.

They were all over the supermarket tabloids and the internet. They'd even printed his name.

It had taken Donna two days to put out a statement. By then, the damage had already been done.

[yahooanswersblog]

Amber Stillhouse: Breaking Bad or Better call Sal?

Me: BB had me on the edge of my seat more, but it's tough to decide.

[vyxart]

[il-predestinato]

"Tennis, baby!" ↳Charles Leclerc's IG story | Monte-Carlo Masters | April 16, 2023

[glimmerofawesome]

[qsmpphotoalbum]

[hilaryduffwardrobe]

WHERE: in a Floral Print Skirt and Black Turtleneck Sweater

WHEN: April 16, 2023

Dries Van Noten Black Leather Boots - $1070

[mermaidinthecity]

beberexha: Album out in 12 daysssssss (April 28th)