#George Dare (official)

[merlinmylove]

I adore it when Merlin goes away for a few days in a fanfic and all hell breaks loose

Arthur is grumpy because he misses Merlin and he hates it when anyone other than Merlin dress him. His hair is a mess and his clothes are crumpled, he’s missing one shoe but no one wants to tell him

The knights are walking in eggshells around him. Leons hair is going grey, and Lancelot is seen drinking wine during the council meetings

Gwaine is missing presumed dead

The kitchen is in a disarray, the usual schedules and menus are not being updated now that Merlin is gone

Bills have not been paid and new orders are not coming in. The merchants and fishermen are pissed. No one realises how much Merlin is actually on top of and how many people he has in his network

The Head Steward is scrambling to keep up with all the work Merlin seemingly did in his spare time. Some servants are wandering aimlessly with no tasks provided, while others are busy trying to finish up all the chores Merlin does in his sleep

Somehow the Kingdom is still standing (but just barely)

George is crying into the laundry (they ran out of soap two days ago because no one was instructed to make more) Merlin was always on top of these small things that most people overlooked — but now that he was gone, everything crumbled

Gwen could probably fix most of these issues, but has instead decided to go on strike on principle

There have been seven failed assassination attempts on the King. The Royal Spymaster is fired once Leon realised that Merlin is the unofficial spymaster

When The Royal Library and Mapmakers Guild requested a substitute scribe for the few days Merlin was away, everyone looked confused. For how long has Merlin helped them out too? Elyan volunteered, if only to get out of training

Mordred considers moving back in with the Druids and leave Camelot (this is not what he signed up for)

The council is in hiding for fear of further angering the King — one Lord mentioned Merlin by name and Arthur threatened to banish him, and since then no one has dared to speak his name again

Gaius officially retires and moves into a cottage

Merlin returns three days later like “what happened?!”

[randomusingsofalovesickgirl]

EPISODE 02: BAD FOR BUSINESS

🎶 bad for business by sabrina carpenter 🎶 boy named pluto by hailey knox 🎶 bags by clairo 🎶 less to lose by michaela slinger

“Hello motherfuckers!” JJ’s voice blared through the speakers, echoing off the walls just as the bright light decided to scorch your eyeballs. “It’s time to get up! Get your asses up now!” 

It’s official: you decided that you hate JJ. 

You immediately rolled over and buried your head into the (admittedly stiff) pillow, desperate to cling to the sleep you managed to get. Maybe if you stayed perfectly still, no one would notice –especially as everyone else dragged themselves out of bed to start the day. 

“That’s the worst noise to wake up to,” George groaned from the bed next to yours. His voice was still rough, low and raspy, like it hadn’t fully woken up yet. 

Farah’s voice piped up from across the room. “No, what’s worse is those blinding lights.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter. Stay perfectly still. Maybe they’d let you be. 

And for a while it worked. But of course, it ultimately didn’t. . 

“Oi,” George said softly, coaxing you out of your shell. “You’re not fooling me. You never do.” 

It was just the two of you in the room now. Maybe, the idea of avoiding him would be impossible in these conditions. It was just you and him, alongside eleven others in a small space. Avoiding him wasn’t an option, at least not in here.

“I’m not awake,” You mumbled unconvincingly into the pillow. Sleep was almost impossible last night, especially as it took all the self control you could muster from turning over and talking to George–whether that was about how the set reminds you of The Circle, how the meals remind you of a school cafeteria, how Whitney scares you, or how PK snores like a cartoon character. 

He chuckled, “and I’m Chris MD. C’mon.” 

You were stubborn, but a second later, you felt the blanket shift. At the cold breeze, you popped your head up. George stood over you, hair messy, eyes puffy with sleep, and the softest smile tugging at his lips. This is what you would have woken up to the other day in his apartment if you didn’t leave, which now feels like an entirely different world than here where there are now hundreds of cameras tracking your every move. 

“If I have to get up, you’re getting up with me.” George teased, taking your hand and pulling you into a sitting position. He stood close enough that his warmth bled into your skin, and you couldn’t help but melt into it. You instinctively rested your head against his chest while his fingers untangled knots from your hair, pushing stray strand out of your face. 

You shouldn’t do this. Not after that night. But right now, half-asleep, it’s the only thing that feels right like everything is normal, even if just for a moment.

“I’d try to coax you out of bed with good food, but you know I can’t promise that.” 

You laughed quietly, letting your head fall back…and in doing so, your eyes caught the edge of a fading hickey on his collarbone, poking out from beneath his shirt. 

You froze.

The illusion of everything being normal, even for just a few minutes, shattered and memories of that night seeped through the cracks. 

“Good morning,” you croaked out. 

George smiled widely now, cupping your face in his hands and tilting it back. When the fuck did George become so smooth? You heard about all his failed bar pick-ups and Hinge dates from Chris. 

“Good morning,” he said softly, his hands warm on your skin, but his eyes flickered—like he was caught between wanting to kiss you and being terrified of what it might mean if he did.  

The air around you felt thick, humming with everything left unsaid. But you wouldn’t dare say a word now, under the weight of way too many cameras. 

“Don’t tell me you guys are shagging!” Whitney’s voice shrieked from the hallway, Mandi and PK following closely behind. Both of you jumped apart. 

“No!” You blurted hurriedly, although too fast to sound convincing. Luckily, the attention shifted back to the argument in the hallway: whether PK was lying about being in the army. 

Mandi turned her attention to you. “Have you guys eaten yet?” She asked kindly, though the suspicious glint in her eye said she didn’t miss the tension buzzing in the room. 

You busied your hands, tying your hair up as George awkwardly coughed, and threw on a hoodie over his shirt–concealing the hickey. “I’ll get changed first. Is the food gross?” 

“The grossest,” Mandi said, while she and PK fake-gagged. 

“I’ll go grab us some,” George offered, as if nothing just happened between you two. “Meet you at the table?” 

You nodded and smiled, trying not to think too hard about what happened this morning.

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When you got to the lockers and everyone was still at the dining area, you were grateful. You could be alone and take your time to collect your thoughts. 

George. A week ago, you would’ve said you could read him better than anyone. Now, he’s like a book in Latin. 

The cold metal locker behind your head sent shivers down your spine. Eyes squeezed shut, you finally came up with what you’re going to do. 

There was no doubt you had feelings for him. At one point, your friends convinced you that he felt the same about you… but then the boys told you he was going on a Hinge date, and then some lads decided to try and set him up, and then you heard Chris talk about how he brought a girl home (although, he made sure to tell you that nothing actually happened)...

“Hey, you okay over there?” Dylan interrupted your thoughts. “You disappeared on us.” 

“Yeah, just needed a minute. I’m all good now.” Your eyes narrowed in on the takeaway cup in his hands. “What the fuck, Dylan? I trusted you!” You laughed, screaming in joke offense, knowing full well that he probably spent a sum of the prize fund on that drink. 

He tossed his free hand in the air in defense. “I’m sorry, I can not survive today without it.” 

“Excuses, excuses,” You tsk-ed. Dylan chuckled as he carefully sat down beside you, offering you a sip of his drink, which you politely declined. 

He leaned in, voice low. “You ready for whatever the hell they got planned for us today?” 

You shook your head. “Love the lads, but I don’t think anyone can predict what’s coming.”

He grinned. “Stick with me. I got you.”

You laugh again and let yourself enjoy the moment; it was simple and uncomplicated, something that you haven’t felt in the last 24 hours. 

You were about to reply with something cheeky when footsteps echoed down the hall.

“Hey-oh, sorry… about, uh, disturbing you two,” George said, sounding as if he just walked in on a moment. It was almost as if he had to force the words out. He held two paper bowls—your breakfasts, untouched. He was waiting for you. 

“Jason wanted to lead this…meditation thing. Told me to round people up. “ 

You blinked up at him, suddenly aware of how close you were to Dylan. His arm brushed yours. Your knees touched.

George’s face didn’t flinch. Not soft. Not angry. Just… blank.

Something tugged at you. Jumping to your feet, you turned to Dylan. “You go ahead, I need to talk to George-” 

You weren’t even sure what you were going to say to George; that nothing happened, that Dyaln was just checking in on you, that you weren’t– 

“I think Jason wants to start right away,” George cut in, voice clipped. Then he turned and walked off, leaving the sting of it behind him. You looked at Dylan, who seemed just as thrown as you were.

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The twelve of you circled Jason as he led the so-called “meditation session,” with Uncle P warning that anyone who spoke would be the first eliminated.

“Envision yourself with a waterfall…” Jason began dramatically. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw George lift his hand as though the imaginary water was splashing onto his face. You bit your cheek to hold back a laugh. 

“Think about how the water sounds…” Jason continued, eyes closed—blissfully unaware of George clowning around. 

You leaned into George, hiding your face in his neck to stifle your laughter. Mya, sitting on his other side, wasn’t so lucky—she burst into giggles.

“You’re out!” Uncle P bellowed, pointing at her like she’d betrayed the whole group.

Your head stayed tucked against George’s shoulder, now facing toward the group. He rested his head lightly against yours, the way he used to. Except now, your heart was pounding.

It was strange—how easy this felt. Despite the cameras. Despite the competition. Just thirteen friends passing time, suspended in a bubble. You smiled without meaning to. After last night, everyone (minus Dylan, who’d already fallen asleep) ended up curled around the beds, swapping stories and secrets in the dark. At that moment, it wasn’t a competition; it felt like a sleepover with people you were already starting to love.   

George’s hand drifted to your lap, his fingers brushing your knee. Testing the waters, you fidgeted with his fingers—like muscle memory. Normal. Easy. But now, every touch felt heavy, like something unsaid was waiting to be named. 

You didn’t dare move, and neither did he. 

Suddenly, and you don’t know how (too distracted by your thoughts), but the conversation led to a fake wedding between Mya and PK–the lads going to set up the ‘venue’ while the girls ran to the dressing room. 

Almost immediately, the vibe shifted into giddy chaos. Mandi was smacking her lips dramatically, fluffing her hair in the mirror.

“Do you think he’s the one?” She teased, applying her lipstick. 

“Is it true love?” Whitney dreamily sighed, brushing her hair with theatrical flair.

You flushed. “We’re not together,” you said quickly. “He’s just one of my best mates.”

Mandi rolled her eyes. “You’re such a bad liar.”

Cinna just smirked. Mya arched a brow. “We’ve seen the TikToks. And the way George looks at you.”

“I think this would be good for something blue,” you blurted, holding up your charm bracele, a desperate pivot in conversation. 

Thankfully, Milli swooped in. “Makes it something borrowed too,” she said smoothly.

You shot her a grateful look. She winked.

An hour later, you were all ready for the wedding–leading a giggling, blushing Mya down the ‘aisle’. Jason and Cinna were ring bearers. George and Dylan stood as groomsmen. You, Mandi, Whitney, and Milli were bridesmaids. DDG officiated. Uncle P—naturally—was the father of the bride. 

At the makeshift altar, Jason nudged George. “Don’t you know everyone hooks up with a bridesmaid at weddings?” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. George shot him a massive side eye, muttering a curse under his breath.

“Does anyone object?” DDG asked, playing it straight.

“I object!” Uncle P cried, clutching his chest. “Just yesterday I was changing her nappy! And now she wants to marry this man?” He pointed toward you and George. “The real couple should be married today—”

But before he could finish, a loud buzzer echoed through the room. Saved by the bell. Or well, maybe, the next challenge.

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The challenge was simple: Silent Library. No talking. No laughing. No noise.

The first round? Brutal. Milli and DDG had to pie each other using slingshots. George, Whitney, and Farah cracked immediately, costing the group thousands. After you told him to squeeze your hand to contain his laughter, George nearly crushed all the bones in your hand. 

Next up: PK, forced to pop fart-filled balloons using only his hips and drunk goggles. Somehow, his interesting choreography saved you money—despite Milli clapping and George wheezing with laughter beside you. Whitney clapped at the news. 

“What are you doing?” Ethan asked her, horrified, and you had to physically bite your lip.

As Jason and Cinna began transferring liquid while being electrocuted, George’s arm found your shoulder again, pulling you into his side as he rested his arm around you. 

“I thought we were gonna be here till fucking tomorrow,” Mandi muttered when it finally ended—just in time for Ethan to turn on her.

“You just lost more money,” he grinned.

“The challenge was over!” you protested. 

“Still counts! And that cost you some more of the prize fund too.” Ethan said, a mischievous look in his eye. Uncle P ran over, putting you in a playful headlock, dragging you from George’s side and dropping you between him and Mandi like a captive. You accepted your fate.

Luckily, that fate was short-lived as the next challenge had Patrice and Mandi snapping rubber bands onto each other’s calves, chicken toys clenched between their teeth. You thanked God you weren’t involved. Mandi’s reactions alone nearly broke you, but luckily you turned around and faced the wall. Unfortunately, George, Whitney, and Milli broke.  Another 10k down the drain.

Then came the pie gauntlet.

Dylan, George, Farah, and Whitney each had to pie someone based on a secret prompt.

Farah pied Milli—“Who’s the fakest?”—but hugged her right after. (You were shocked when you heard the question. They were close.)

Mya pied Dylan hard for “Who has the deadest jokes?” He took it like a champ.

Whitney pied Patrice: “Who makes the most money?” Fair enough. You all assumed the same, with Patrice being a professional footballer. 

Then Dylan pied you. You found out later it was for “Who do you see yourself getting along with most on the outside?” 

Then George was up.

He motioned for you to come forward. You blinked. Again? You felt gross and icky with the cream all over your face. 

Just as he raised the pie, he turned and smashed it into Ethan’s face.

“VAR check needed,” Ethan called, wiping cream from his brow. “Even though we all know the answer to ‘Who do you fancy most,’”—your stomach dropped— “we’re deducting 20k.”

Eyes were on you. But thankfully, Ethan saved you by moving to the final question—Farah got pied again.

Then came the real nightmare: a massive metal tub rolled in as the crew cleaned up the pie carnage.

You were told to strip off your hoodie and handed a towel.

No way this was your solo challenge. No.

No, no, no.

“This is the Ice Bath Challenge,” JME announced. “You’ll need to submerge yourself for 90 seconds. No sound.” The tub shimmered with condensation. Ice cubes bobbed like blades. You stared in horror.

You squared your shoulders. You could do this. You had to do this. You showered in freezing water already, anyway. Uncle P would judge you forever if you bailed.

The moment you received the signal from Ethan and JME, you climbed in…after a minute of psyching yourself up. 

The cold slammed into you like knives. You gasped, fists clenched, nails digging into your palms.

Thirty seconds in, you were trembling.

Sixty, and your teeth chattered uncontrollably. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Then: the buzzer.

As you were about to climb out, Ethan taunted you. “Do you want to put your head inside? Wash the pie off?” You can tell he wasn’t expecting you to do it, but you wanted to prove him wrong. 

Taking a deep breath in, you dunked your head—remnants of the pie now gone from your face—before climbing out, your legs feeling like jelly.

George was there instantly, arm wrapping around your waist, steadying you.

His eyes were full of concern, silently asking ‘are you alright?’ . His eyes scanned you, although lingered a little at your trembling lips. 

You nodded, dazed, before being called by the production crew to change into dry clothes as they paused the challenge momentarily. 

When you returned, George pulled you right back into his arms, rubbing warmth into yours. He didn’t move—not even when the group got up to crowd around Mya’s challenge. Not even when one of the snakes took a shit next to her head.

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You found Milli sitting alone after her latest side quest: cutting PK’s nails.

“You okay?”

She gave a weak smile and nodded. “I don’t know why Farah called me the fakest.” Her fingers twisted in her lap, voice tight with frustration. “I’ve just tried to be nice to everyone, you know?”

You sat beside her, resting a hand on her back. “That sucks,” you said, meaning it. From what George and Max had told you from before Inside, Milli really was just kind. “I’m sorry. It was probably just part of the challenge.”

“Why not Whitney? Or Mandi? Mya? Cinna? Even you?” she muttered. “I’ve known Farah the longest. I thought we were close.”

If anyone was fake, it wasn’t Milli.

You pulled her into a side hug. “For what it’s worth, you’re definitely not the fakest in my eyes.”

She gave a dry laugh. “I’d be worried if you thought I was.”

You bumped her shoulder. “Maybe she didn’t know who to pick. Maybe she chose you because she thought you’d get it wasn’t personal.”

Milli huffed, unconvinced.

“Do you want to talk to her?”

She shook her head. “She’ll have to come to me.” A pause. “I’m tired of people thinking being nice means I’m fake. Just because I don’t fight doesn’t mean I don’t feel things. Or have opinions.”

“Exactly. It means you’ve got control. That’s not fake. And when you do speak up, people listen.”

She hummed, smiling. “Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

“I still think you should talk to her.”

Milli narrowed her eyes playfully. “When are you going to talk to George?”

Your eyes widened. Did she know?

She sighed, smirking. “Don’t tell him I said anything, but he told me what happened. I had to drag it out of him, though.” Relief washed over you—one less person to hide it from. “Even before this, when I first met him and Max for the podcast, he wouldn’t shut up about you… so I kinda figured it was happening anyway.”

You scoffed, chuckling. “I’ll talk to him when you talk to Farah.”

She scoffed. “Gladly—if it means less eye-fucking in the house.”

“Har-di-har-har.” You rolled your eyes, standing and offering her a hand.

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With table tennis paddles being used as a glorified talking stick, you felt like the lot of you were back in kindergarten.

“What’s the point, Mandi?” Patrice was exasperated, eyeing the pile of leftover meal upgrade boxes like they were mocking him. “You need to calculate how much we’ve lost, thanks to you.”

Harsh. Not inaccurate, but harsh.

Farah raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bit targeted.”

Mandi’s eyes flared, the accusation lighting her up. “I wasn’t the only one who fucked up, Uncle!” She jabbed a finger toward George. “He cost us ten grand!”

You didn’t even think. “George hasn’t spent a single dollar.”

The words shot out—sharp and immediate. Jason nodded beside you, but your focus was already locked on George, on how he shrank just a little under the weight of her accusation.

“He pied the guy though!” Mandi snapped.

“Ethan,” you corrected automatically, like naming the Sidemen might somehow soften the blow. George raised his hands in mock surrender, guilt tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Okay, okay–fair. I did do that,” he admitted, sheepish. 

You sighed and turned your attention back to Mandi. “It was one challenge. Beyond that, he hasn’t spent anything. Not even a meal—”

“Oh my god, stop defending your boyfriend,” Whitney groaned, her voice pure poison. “You two wanna have a moment? Do it off-camera, yeah; go suck his dick in Room 19 or something.”

You froze. The whole room seemed to tilt sideways for a second.

Then you rolled your eyes and bit back the first ten things you wanted to say. “That’s rich. Coming from you.” You’re not sure what took over you, why you felt so inclined to return her venom—but once it started, you didn’t stop. 

Whitney blinked, caught off-guard. She hadn’t expected you to bite back. It took a second before she processed it. “What did you just say to me?”

Silence followed. Heavy.

George’s hand brushed yours under the table—quiet, grounding, a silent attempt to calm you. You pulled away.

“I’m just saying,” you said, voice steady and low, “if you’re going to talk about overspending, maybe start with your own receipts.”

Whitney crossed her arms, scoffing. “I didn’t drop ten grand.”

“No,” you said. “You’ve spent more.”

Jason gave a low whistle. Even Mandi blinked in surprise. 

George was watching you. You could feel it—but you didn’t look. If you did, he might stop you. And today, you weren’t letting him protect you. Today, you were protecting him.

Whitney stopped closer, eyes narrowing. “You really wanna do this, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You already did.” Then added, with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, “But sure—keep calling me George’s girlfriend if it makes you feel better.”

Dylan cut in, calm and even. “Whitney, she’s not wrong. I’d guess you, PK, and Mandi were the biggest spenders.” Milli, Jason, and Cinna all nodded in agreement, backing you up.

Whitney looked around. The numbers weren’t on her side. She took another step, then hesitated. 

You took a breath, pulling yourself back together. “This isn’t about picking sides,” you started, slowly regretting the tone you just had. “It’s about cutting back on dumb spending. Challenges are part of the game. But coffee upgrades? Extra meals? Especially now, with the price hike on shared meals?”

You exhaled. “To be honest, the real issue is dishonesty. I don’t care if people spend—as long as they own it. This isn’t every man for himself until the very end. Right now, we’re a team.”

Patrice jumped in. “You three don’t even discuss your spending. You just do.”

Before the argument could spiral again, the overhead voice crackled to life.

“DDG, please come to the Temptation Room.”

The room shifted, attention scattered. You finally let yourself exhale.

And still—George was staring at you. Like he’d never seen you quite like this before.

“What do you think will tempt you, DDG?” PK called out after DDG, teasing him. 

Jason snorted. “I bet you it’s his kid.” 

“The Sidemen wouldn’t kidnap a kid,” you said, deadpan. “Although… Harry on a bad day…”

Laughter broke the last of the tension.

Under the table, George’s leg brushed yours—just a quiet point of contact, steady and warm, grounding you again.

“Don’t worry, I got you guys!” DDG reassured, walking backwards with a grin.

“Even if it’s your kid,” George said, grinning at his back, “don’t look at it. Don’t even make eye contact!”

You laughed—finally—and George smiled at the sound.

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With DDG returning without leaning into his temptation (hereby earning a date with Uncle P at a fancy restaurant), everyone went to the Shop to claim dinner. 

“Guys, new menu item just dropped…” George started, as if he was a promoter, “horny beast!” He broke character immediately, cracking up as soon as he pointed at the new prized item on the sheet. 

Knowing the lads, it’s probably just a unicorn toy. 

PK scoffed. “We don’t need to pay for that. We already have you two.” He motioned at George, then gestured toward you with a wicked grin. George let out a sarcastic laugh in response.

Changing the topic, George started speculating—likely to derail the group from actually buying it. “What’s the chance they just put it there to bait us into wasting money, and it’s literally just a stuffed animal with horns?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “A hundred percent.”

Around you, the others kept throwing out wild guesses. Jason was convinced it was a double-headed dildo, while Farah thought it was just a fat one. Mya leaned in and whispered she suspected it was some kind of aphrodisiac.

Before Jason could confirm the order and solve the mystery, you felt a light tap on your wrist. George. A subtle nod of his head toward the hallway.

You followed him quietly, heart ticking up a notch. Through the corridor, past the cameras, until you landed in the bedroom area. If this is the moment he decided to talk about it, you’re not quite sure you’re ready for it. 

“I don’t think this is the best time to talk,” you said, glancing around, hoping that it wasn’t his intention. “Anyone could-”

George cut you off gently. “This is about Whitney.”

A small, almost shy smile curled on his lips–even as guilt bloomed in your chest, just at the name mentioned.

You weren’t sure if you regretted what you’d said to Whitney—only that it felt like your heart was going to explode the entire time you were saying it. Regardless, you made a mental note to pull Whitney aside before lights out to apologise. (It was in this chat she told you she wasn’t angry, instead, she was impressed that you stood up for yourself). 

You started rubbing your arms, not sure if it was self-comfort or if the house had somehow gotten even colder. “If you’re here to tell me I overreacted—” Your eyes dropped to the floor.

“I’m not.” His hand found your shoulder, warm and grounding. “Not even close.”

You looked up and realized how close he was. One lean forward and your lips would brush his again. His eyes searched yours—not judging, just looking. As if the answer to everything he wanted to ask was buried somewhere inside your eyes. 

“That thing you did… standing up for me like that…” he hesitated, struggling for the right words. “You didn’t have to.”

You gave a breathy laugh. “Firstly, George, of course I did. It’s you. I’ll defend you anytime. I’m always on your side, remember?” You tried to hold his gaze, silently daring him to look away first. “Secondly, it wasn’t a thing.”

He didn’t flinch. “It was a thing.”

You tried not to smile. “It was nothing.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry. At least not for real.”

“Well… she was talking shit about you.”

“Maybe. But you don’t do that. That’s not usually you. You’re the keep-the-peace one. The one who plays nice.”

That weirdly stung, more than it should’ve. “So what? I can’t be mad now? I can’t speak up?”

He took a step closer, if that was even possible, and lowered his voice. “I’m saying I noticed.”

“Please don’t make a thing out of it,” you whispered. “We already have enough… things going on.”

“I’m not. I swear I’m not.” He paused, eyes still on yours. “But it meant something.”

A silence stretched between you, long and loaded. Every unsaid word pressed down like weight. His eyes flicked to your lips—just for a second—then he looked away, clearing his throat.

“You shouldn’t have to defend me,” he murmured, taking a step back. “Not like that. Not when it paints a target on your back.”

Your voice came out softer than expected. “You always defend me.”

He gave a small, crooked smile. “Yeah, well.”

You almost smiled back. Almost. Instead, you shook your head, voice tight. “They shouldn’t be able to make you feel like shit. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He looked at you then—really looked. And for a second, it felt like everything else disappeared. The house, the show, the drama. Just you. Just him.

Your breath caught.

“We should head back,” you said quickly. “Don’t want it to look like we’re making an alliance.”

That was a lie, and you both knew it. They already thought you were dating, so why wouldn’t they think you were already allies? 

“Right,” he said, unreadable. “Thanks again.”

You started walking back. He stayed behind for a moment, probably to gather himself.

Then came the squealing, making George jump into action and immediately follow behind you. 

The moment you stepped into the hallway, you saw it—Jason triumphantly holding up a stuffed unicorn.

George’s voice rang out behind you, proud of his foresight. “I FUCKING KNEW IT. I KNOW HOW THEIR BRAINS WORK.”

You rolled your eyes and picked up the pace, trying to get some distance between you and him by leaving the room. In your head, you imagined the Sidemen watching the whole thing like some episode of Big Brother meets 1984.

You didn’t get far before a voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Where did you two run off to?” Milli’s eyebrow arched, suspicious but playful. You opened your mouth to answer, but—

Dylan popped around the corner like he was summoned. “You buying anything?” He smiled, motioning towards the others in the Shop trying to sneak meal upgrades like it wasn’t being filmed.

“I’m still not taking you up on that hot drink offer,” you teased, trying to keep your tone light.

“Shame. Guess it’s something we’ll save for the outside, huh?”

You didn’t answer. Just nodded, still sorting through the mess George left in your chest.

Earlier, Dylan was a distraction. A well-timed one. It was easier to flirt with someone new than admit that every look from George felt like a defibrillator straight to the heart. Now, after everything in the hallway? You were stuck. Frozen in your feelings.

Behind you, Milli’s jaw practically hit the floor. You could feel her staring lasers through your skull.

“Hey,” Dylan added, “you did a good job standing up to Whitney earlier.”

Milli chimed in, “Yeah, no, Whitney needed to hear that.”

You exhaled. “Thanks. I low-key kind of need to hear that I did the right thing too.”

“I’m about to hit the showers and then head to bed,” Dylan said, “but I just wanted to say good job. And goodnight.”

“Thanks.” You smiled. “Goodnight.”

As he walked off, Milli pulled you aside even further, eyes wide with delight.

“Is Dylan-the-news-man flirting with you?”

You stared at her, equally stunned, then the two of you burst into laughter—quiet but giddy.

“But the question is,” she said, once you both calmed, “how are you feeling about George?”

“Milli… I really don’t know.” You dropped your head onto her shoulder.

She laughed, gentle and warm. “Let’s chat, okay, sweetie?”

You nodded, ready to finally unload. But—

“Guys! We’re playing Mafia in the living room! Join!”

Jason’s head popped out from behind the corner.

You and Milli exchanged a look. Mafia? Really? Inside Inside?

You both silently agreed: the heart-to-heart could wait. After all, what better way to end an emotionally fraught day than casual, simulated murder?

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The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of the table tennis ball bouncing between George and Milli filled the room, their trash talk echoing off the walls like comforting background noise (think playing a true crime podcast to bed). You lay curled up on the couch, body half-melted into the cushions, fighting off sleep as your eyes tracked the rapid back-and-forth of the game.

Milli was multitasking—playing and talking to you like she wasn’t even trying. “Whoever wins gets to order anything under the loser’s name,” she said through a grin, swatting the ball with flair. 

You raised a hand lazily in approval. “Add a hot drink to that, yeah?” Part of you said it as a joke, but another part of you… kind of regretted not taking Dylan up on his offer.

“Play till 11?” George suggested, bouncing the ball off the paddle. Milli nodded, resetting her stance with a competitive gleam in her eye.

The match heated up fast—volleys sharp, the air thick with laughter and competitive swearing. But despite her valiant effort, Milli lost 11 to 6.

“George, you cheeky little fucker!” she shouted, slapping his shoulder as he burst into a ridiculous victory dance, spinning with his arms wide, singing, “I love table tennis!” like he’d been paid to write a jingle.

The two disappeared into the Shop, still arguing and laughing over what to order, and you let yourself melt back into the couch. The cushions cradled you. The noise blurred into a lullaby—soft, familiar, like the safety of simpler nights at home.

Until…“Who the fuck ordered alcohol?” Milli’s voice rang out like a record scratch as she stormed back in. Her face was scrunched like she’d smelled something rotten. “We are not getting fucked up in this joint, I swear.”

Heads turned. People perked up; some curious, some smirking. The tension stirred—but in the middle of it, George quietly slipped something into your hands.

It was warm.

You looked down. A takeaway cup. You furrowed your brow, confused—until the faint smell of cocoa and cinnamon hit your nose.

George grinned, his voice low and meant just for you.

“My prize,” he said, nodding at the cup. “Please. Drink it. Warm up.”

You blinked, lips parting slightly. For a second, your brain short-circuited.

“I was joking,” you said softly, even as your fingers curled tighter around the cup.

“I know.” His voice stayed gentle, “But you still looked cold.”

You felt it then. Not the heat of the drink, but the heat under your skin. The tension that never really left. The one that lived in glances, in jokes, in silence. You looked away before you could overthink it and took a slow sip.

You knew you had feelings for George. But you were certain this could be love…oh shit…you were completely, irreversibly fucked. And you were left wishing you had much less to lose. 

He sat beside you without asking, close but not touching. In the background, Milli was still yelling, and the likely culprits—PK, Whitney, and Mandi—were trying to spin it as, “Well, since it’s here…”

But you weren’t really listening.

You were thinking about the way his fingers had brushed yours when he handed you the cup. About how this stupid hot chocolate was the warmest thing you’d had all day.

And how, without meaning to, George had just made everything harder—and somehow easier—all at once.

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913k to 762k.

A loss that big in a single day? It wasn’t just bad. It was embarrassing.

The room felt still; even as Uncle P barked “Fake” and “Robbery!”, even as you moved from the TV to crowding around DDG’s bed, the space transformed into a late-night strategy session. 

Milli curled up at the end of the mattress, clutching a pillow like a security blanket—so tightly that Mya ended up handing her the horny beast to keep her hands busy.

“We need to stop with the secret purchases,” Cinna argued quietly, careful not to wake Dylan. “We can’t keep doing these secret meal upgrades, alcohol, or anything else. Like was said earlier today…” She glanced toward you, “We’re a team right now.”

“That is, until elimination,” Mandi countered, raising her eyebrows.

DDG laughed. “But we already know what we’re gonna do when that comes.” His eyes flicked towards Dylan.

You eyed them suspiciously, already sensing a plan taking shape between the two of them.

Eventually, the group started to break off—some heading to brush their teeth, others disappearing under duvets. The house was winding down, like a machine powering off. The buzzing from earlier faded into a lull. Everyone seemed exhausted, but still too wired to sleep.

You curled up into yourself, the soft hum of whispered goodnights filling the space.

Click. The last light finally went out.

And then—

“WHO PUT THIS FUCKING MASSAGE GUN IN MY BED?!” Uncle P’s voice sliced through the room like a grenade.

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[deejayrockz]

Chris md x dem reader angst angst angsttttttttt

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL •

C. DIXON

SUMMARY ౨ৎ when he left you all alone and never really told you why. that's how he lost the girl.

WARNINGS ʚ fem!reader but idk if it's really mentioned?? angst, ends with slight fluff i guess? i know this isn't quite angst but i suck at angst sorry!

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it had now been officially six months since you and chris last spoke. six months since you were last at his apartment, cuddling on the settee while binge watching lord of the rings. six months since you both shared a kiss that felt it would last a lifetime.

six months since you had cut it off. it started over some silly argument about something you couldn't even remember now. a screaming match in the kitchen, making you feel lucky that arthur and george were out for drinks.

words were thrown back and forth, mentions of past relationships and heartbreaks, trust issues, and walls being built back up.

"i don't know why you're so upset over this," chris sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

"i'm upset because you've chosen to do a film with the boys, after we had made plans, chris," you said, you voice becoming quiet, tears brimming your eyes.

"we made plans for a date, and you've blown me off so you—"

"i've hardly blown you off, us two can schedule a date another day, but this filming requires everyone involved to reschedule!" he cut you off, a hand rubbing between the bridge of his nose.

looking back, you could understand where he was coming from, however the pain of his words still lingered.

he watched how your face seemed to drop, blinking becoming more rapid to hopefully halt the tears. his face contorted into something you could only describe as guilt. he opened his mouth to talk, however, you cut him off before he could.

"this isn't working." you muttered, looking down at your feet. you didn't dare look up to meet his eyes, as you knew they were full of regret and guilt.

"we clearly aren't on the same wavelength here, priority wise." you said, before leaving him stood there in the kitchen, mouth slightly open, as unsaid words were stuck on the tip of his tongue. the last you heard was your name being called, before you slammed his front door shut.

you ran into arthur and george in the corridor of the apartment building, however gave them a cold shoulder when they attempted to ask what was wrong.

six months later, and here you were, sat on your settee, in your cold and empty flat. you had received a few messages from arthur and george, however chris was radio silent. you never opened their messages.

a message from liv had pulled you out of your trance, asking you if you wanted to come for drinks. you politely declined, knowing chris would most likely be there. it felt petty avoiding him, but he was doing the same to you. you were slumped back, phone thrown across the other side of the room, and 'friends' being played on the tv.

it was around a few hours later, when you heard a knock on the door. weird, the food delivery usually buzzes up, as they don't know the passcode?

you sigh, standing up, brushing off your pyjamas bottoms, and making your way to the door.

and there he was, stood in your doorway, hair slightly damp, and his hands shaking, clearly having walked in the rain. you both stood in silence for a minute, flowers in his hand.

"are you insane?" you whispered, taking note of how his eyes were slightly red.

"this has been the longest six months of my life," he whispered back, slowly stepping forward, as if you'd run if he moved too quick. "please, can we talk?"

you had wordlessly let him in, closing the door behind him, as he effortlessly put the flowers in an empty vase by the door, tugging off his wet coat, hanging it on the rack, before making his way to the living room.

"i'm really sorry, for everything," he started, looking down at his hands in his lap, "for what i said, for what i did– didnt do." he looked up at you, your eyes barely meeting, before you forced yourself to look away, trying to stop the tears from forming already.

"i should have simply cancelled the recording, i shouldn't have let you leave, and i definitely shouldn't have debated for six months wether to call you or not." he said, a hand running through his wet curls.

"what made you come here now?" you asked, voice small.

"george was sick of seeing me rot away in the apartment, i guess," he shrugged, a small smile on his face, "talked me out of my slump and forced me out the flat."

it was around two hours later, where long conversations were shared, apologies were made, and now the only worry you had was how chris was possibly going to get home in the storm.

"you could always just stay the night," you shrugged, sharing a pizza with him, as he looked at you.

"are you sure? i don't want to rush you back into things-"

"chris, we had sex on the first date, i think we'll be fine," you said, a small smile on your face, as a cheeky grin came on his.

"it wasn't sex, it was love making–"

"shut up."

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[fiftyfiftyfinchy]

okay I have a specific request — Ethan’s sister dating george???? I just feel like ethan would be a really fun but protective brother.

I'm sorry this took me so long to put together, my job has me in a chokehold this week! anyway I hope you like it :))

I’m not sure if I’m here for the free craft services or for the existential bliss of standing next to George Clarke. My brother—Ethan, Behzinga to the world—thinks I’m just bored. He thinks I’m tagging along for some wholesome family bonding or maybe to post behind-the-scenes TikToks featuring him and his goofy friends. He has no clue that what I really want is to watch George from every possible angle until I can’t breathe.  George and I are used to this—little side glances, inside jokes, a teasing tap on the shoulder that feels dangerously electric. Nothing official, but enough to make my chest tighten in anticipation every time we land on the same shoot.

I claim a spot near the plastic folding chairs—flimsy thrones for YouTube royalty—and pretend I’m not devouring George with my eyes. I sip water I don’t need just to have something to do with my mouth. At any moment, I’m convinced I might say something desperate, like “Can I live inside your ribcage?” which is not generally acceptable small talk. But the heat in my spine is so intense that my entire body is basically a tuning fork for desire.

George glances in my direction and a hush slides over me like a weird spiritual wave, but then I remind myself: girl, you are on a set full of cameras. You can't be caught thirsting over one of your brother's best mates. Everyone here sees everything. Except Ethan, who’s too busy ignoring me for the sake of “content” to notice the entire soap opera I’m staging in my head. Thank God for that.

Eventually, the filming starts—some big wheel of dares. It’s silly. It’s comedic gold. I laugh at appropriate intervals, feeling the headache of a forced grin. My face is so stuck in performative cheer that I worry I’ll never be able to frown again. But every so often, George’s eyes drift my way. Then it doesn’t feel forced at all; it feels like someone just pressed an espresso shot of lust into my bloodstream.

I imagine the corners of my mouth still have hints of a smirk when Ethan glances over, eyes full of big-brother protectiveness. Great. His “friendly, easygoing vibe” is over. I can’t help but roll my eyes in a cosmic sense of sibling dread. Because Ethan is the barrier between me and the arms I want to fling myself into. He’s the moat around the castle. He’s the guard dog who barks at everything.

The video ends. Confetti of half-laughter, half-exhaustion litters the air. I hover near the edge of the set, my phone clenched in a death grip. Across the room, George sets down a water bottle. I decide I need to do something dramatic, or I’ll spontaneously combust.

I walk over casually—at least I hope it looks casual, like I’m in total control of my heartbeat. “You did great,” I say, trying to sound breezy instead of delirious. George smiles his classic, impossibly warm smile.

“Fancy seeing you here,” George says, stepping to me with that crooked grin. There's something boyish in the way he leans in, like we share a secret the rest of the room couldn’t possibly understand.

“Right?” I laugh, a little breathless. “Almost like we planned it.” We’ve run this dance so many times, bantering on set, one-upping each other with witty remarks, smiling in ways that promise everything and nothing. But it still feels new—a micro-thrill every time he tosses me that look.

He brushes an imaginary speck of dust off my sleeve, an excuse to close the gap between us. “Oh, I definitely planned it,” he teases, voice low.

Then I hear Ethan’s voice: “Oi! What’s going on over here?” My brother, a sentinel, standing with arms crossed like his biceps can ward off romance. 

“Nothing,” I say. “Just being friendly to your guest, Ethan.” I infuse his name with a sweet venom. 

Ethan narrows his eyes but doesn’t push it. He stalks away—still suspicious— probably to the snack table where the rest of the guys are rehashing the best jokes of the shoot. 

George leans in, breath brushing the shell of my ear. “Text me when you’re free, yeah?”

My chest throbs with that old, familiar longing. “I will,” I whisper, feeling the ghost of his presence on my skin long after he’s stepped back. We share this conspiratorial nod, like two secret agents swapping contraband info.

He steps away and salutes me in a mockingly polite way, turning to follow Ethan and the guys. And I’m left there, fidgeting like some starry-eyed fool, full of swirling fantasies about how our next off-camera rendezvous might go. Maybe it’s crazy to think we can keep up this flirtation without someone catching on—especially my brother—but for now, it’s perfect: the hush of a secret too sweet to keep bottled up forever.

[keykoso]

Formula 1 drivers as High School Teachers

Part 2 of my yearbook series for my f1 spiderman au.

The School Teachers and Staff

Sebastian Vettel: His office is decorated full of random vintage posters, model cars and plants. If a students comes to him he tells a lot of funny and random side stories to calm them down. Always brings homemade baked goods because that's how his mother raised him. Runs the environmental club and organizes clean-up days and tree planting events so that students never forget why it is important to look out for or planet.

Always wears slightly rumpled button-down shirts and bikes to school everyday. Students love him and feel safe with him. They call him sunshine or the bee keeper. In the staff room Seb drinks herbal tea and has a reusable bamboo cup while Carlos shows up with a large coffee and a protein bar. Also Carlos constantly borrows Seb’s pens and never returns them, which has led to a very passive-aggressive post-it note war.

Carlos Sainz: If you know that one photo of Carlos with his nose piercing, you know what I'm talking about. Also works with Sebastian helping out with the kids, because he believes that teachers can shape kids lives. He also takes part in the student council, he’s the advisor who actually cares. Helps the students organize dances, fundraisers, and spirit weeks. Loves planning charity soccer tournaments through the Student Council and is extremely competitive when playing against students. As the Spanish teacher he doesn't understand what Lando is doing in his class because Lando absolutely sucks at it. Carlos has a stick rule - no English during his lesson — he gets offended if you slip up "¿Inglés? ¡No, por favor!"

Toto Wolff: The school principal, drives a mercedes and has a designated parking spot that no one dears to use. One unfortunate kid parked his car at Totos sport and got called to the principals office, after that everyone knew what would happen if you dare to poke the bear. Nobody knows if Kimi is his son of what but everyone knows that Toto has a soft spot for him and that Kimi can get away with a lot of things.

Well dressed always a tailored suit, never a hair out of place. Introduced a "Student Performance Board" where achievements — academic, sports, arts — are celebrated publicly. The teachers have an ongoing inside joke where they fake a "team radio" in staff meetings "Toto, we can't keep doing these Monday staff meetings." Has a very specific "angry walk" down the hallway — when students hear his fast, heavy footsteps, they immediately sit up straighter.

George Russell: Absolutely loves his job. Students avoid him at all cost. If he sees Lando carrying his skateboard shouts to “keep that skateboard off the ground”. Loves organizing assemblies and drills. Once a month makes a powerpoint presentations about school safety, everyone hates that time of the month. Students sometimes make bingo cards for "phrases George will definitely say at the next assembly," like: "Punctuality is key to success!" and "Excellence is a habit!". George acts like Toto’s right-hand man, trying to be super serious, but Seb and Carlos constantly mess with him — switching his clipboard with joke notes or sneaking memes into his official emails.

Alex Albon: neighbors with George, always getting a ride to school from him. Has way too many pets, the students are lost how everyone off his pets fit in his house. Always carries a lint roller with him because of the pet hair. He likes to wear sneakers, comfy sweaters and his sleeves always pushed up. Sometimes Alex likes to wears silly socks with ducks or pizza on them. Loves making bad math puns "Without geometry, life is pointless." cue groans. George tries to get Alex to make math club more intense but Alex’s version of "training" is math games and pizza nights. Secretly keeps a wall of anonymous student thank-you notes inside his desk drawer for days he feels stressed.

Daniel Ricciardo: Daniel is the PE teacher, he is the most fun teacher. Always joking around and pranking other students. Somehow has way too much energy at 8:00 AM and confuses everyone "Did you...have like 3 Red Bulls, Mr. Ricciardo??". Wears "motivational" shirts like "Pain Now, Pizza Later" or "Sprint Now, Complain Later."

If a kid falls dramatically during an activity, he also falls dramatically on purpose to make them laugh and not feel embarrassed. Keeps an eye out for the kids who aren’t super athletic and makes sure they feel included, gives them "special missions" like being the ultimate referee or official team hype-person. Toto thinks Daniel’s classes are "too chaotic" but can’t deny the students LOVE him. George once tried to join a PE class to "show proper athletic form" and immediately lost a footrace to a 7th grader. Daniel never lets him forget it.

A bit of backstory back in his days he was a promising boxing star however because of an injury he missed out on a final competition his coach Horner was absolutely devastated. Horner and Daniel had a falling out and they parted their ways. Later Daniel became a teacher and he noticed Max. Max is a complexed teen, anger issues and other problems. Because of that Daniel recommended boxing to let out all off that builded up frustration. After some time Daniel noticed that Max is natural and gave Horners number. Although Daniel doesn't speak to Horner, he knows that Max would reach higher achievements at under Horners strict training.

Lewis Hamilton: Walks into class every day like he's on a red carpet, wearing the sharpest, trendiest fits — streetwear meets academia. Schools fashion icon. you can spot him a mile away with his colorfull outfits. Students literally wait to see what he's wearing each day. "Mr. Hamilton’s fit check coming in 3...2...1..."

Thinks outside the box — instead of boring book reports, he has students make podcasts, spoken word pieces, or music playlists inspired by the books. Runs open-mic poetry nights at school where he sometimes reads too and everyone loses their minds because he's SO good. Writes the most thoughtful comments on essays.

Seb and Lewis occasionally team up for "Social Justice Week" — inspiring students to think big and take action.

Daniel once pranked Lewis by replacing his designer notebook with a SpongeBob one. Lewis actually used it proudly

One time somebody put an onion on his desk and he couldn't start the lesson so Oscar removed it. He was very great full for the help. Because no one came forward the whole class got detention. Has beef with the school principal Toto, the students are lost why that is, Lewis never clarified why that is.

Fernando Alonso: Dr. Octopus of my au, the mad scientist that started okay but over time his obsession with science made him go mad. Fernando suspects that Oscar is Spiderman. However, to get closer to Oscar he makes Lando work for his lab. Lando takes that opportunity because he needs the extra curricular activitie to pass his Science exam. Alonso gives off chill teacher vibes. If there is a school fight he will be sipping tea and looking at the kids from his classroom. Unbothered queen.

Pierre Gasly: some clarification, Pierre went to Turkey to get a hair transplant because he was going bald at the age of 29 years old. The sassy queen. If the students are talking about some tea he will pause his lesson to listen to them. The students know this and always do it intentionally. Constantly says, "Come on, it’s easy!" even when it's definitely not. Runs the French Club, where 70% of the time is just watching French movies and laughing at his own dramatic commentary.

Nico Hulkenbern and Kevin Magnussent: pretty much self explanatory all the facts are written down, don't have anything more to add.

[amirasainz]

Hiiii! I love this series and can you write where Amira and Dominik Szoboszlai (He's so fine🤭) go on a date and paparazzi was stalking them or something and Carlos and the grid go crazy and go on protective mode. After that every time she wants to go out someone has to go with her

Hi loves! I hope you enjoy reading my writings. My requests are always open.

-XoXo

The Szoboszlai case

Charles couldn't believe it. He had his phone in his hands, a picture of Amira and Dominik Szoboslai open on his Instagram. The two of them at lunch. Her, wearing a pretty blue of the shoulder summer top with shorts. Her hair done in beautiful summer waves. A light make up, that highlights her warm chocolate brown eyes. A content smile resting on her face. And then there was him, with his stupid smirk. And stupid hair. And his stupid hand resting on her perfect arm. How. Dare. He?!

When Charles first arrived at the conference room, he found himself alone. Seeking a moment of respite from the impending chaos of the Ferrari garage, he pulled out his phone. Instagram beckoned, and he hoped to catch glimpses of his beautiful girlfriend or their pretty babygirl. But fate had other plans.

Suddenly, Charles’s screen flooded with images of Amira Sainz sharing dinner with that infuriating footsy player. His mind raced, emotions colliding like race cars on a tight circuit. The room, once empty, now teemed with drivers, FIA employees, and officials. Max, seated next to Charles, leaned in. “Charlie, mate, are you alright?” he asked, concern etching his features. The other drivers followed suit, their collective gaze fixated on Charles. Carlos chimed in, “Yeah, Lord Percival. You look really pale.” The chorus of agreement echoed around him, a symphony of curiosity and worry.

When Charles remained silent, Lewis laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Charles, hey buddy. Talk to us. You’re kind of scaring us.” Encouraged by Lewis’s words, Charles turned his phone toward the others. The room erupted with various reactions. Carlos looked as though he’d seen a ghost, while Mad Max made his first appearance in five years. Pierre let out a blood-curdling “Nooooo,” Alex and George scrambled to catch a fainting Lando, and even Yuki dropped his Dino nuggets—a sure sign of shock.

After five tension-filled minutes, Daniel broke the silence. “We can’t let anything happen. This can’t turn into something,” he began. “Hell, boys, we won’t let a stupid football—” “Um, you mean soccer,” Logan interjected. “Shut up, Logan,” Max retorted. Daniel continued, carefully navigating Carlos’s presence, “Steal our … friend.”

Carlos, lost in his own world, grappled with the image of his perfect baby sister spending precious time with a stupid football player—someone who didn’t even play for Real Madrid. How could she? So imagine Carlos’s surprise when he was suddenly slapped across the face. All eyes turned to Charles. “Sorry. Are you with us again?” No one—not even the nice lady tending her Greek garden in Italy—expected the kind Monegasque to snap Carlos out of his panic with a resounding slap. “Always, Percival,” Carlos reassured. While the other drivers still reeled from the unexpected incident, the two Ferrari boys had already begun plotting how to keep Amira away from Domi—no, from Szoboszlai. (He didn’t deserve to be called by his first name.)

And boy, planning, they did.

The drivers constructed a kind of timetable for spending time with her. For example, Oscar would have the honor of spending every Monday dinner with her, from 5 p.m. to 10 p.m. George, on the other hand, would enjoy Wednesday mornings in her company—a fact he promptly shared with Carmen, who was more than delighted. Kika and Pierre were allowed Thursday lunchtime visits. The two of them had initially hoped for overnight stays, but Carlos put his foot down. The mere thought of them manipulating their way into sharing a bed with her… Well, Carlos didn’t even want to entertain that idea.

During Qualifying, Red Bull had the privilege of calling her their VIP guest. The race would be watched in the Ferrari garage, with her seated between their cousin and their Papá—or perhaps cuddled up between Rebecca and Alex.

So imagine Baby!Sainz’s surprise when she returned from her lunch with Dominik, who had been so friendly as to gift her a Versace necklace. She was immediately surrounded by Alex and Fernando. And the revelation that the two of them were friends? Well, that was a twist she hadn’t seen coming.

So everyday she would spend every hour of every day with either a driver, a wag, or both of them. And for some reason, Pierre and Kika always insisted on taking a shower during Thursdays lunch time. Together. But who was she to deny the princess treatment from them.

And Dominik?……. I'm sorry, who?

[pigfacedbitch]

Chiron's Secret

summary : Percy finds something particularly odd in Chiron's office.

word count : 0.7k

type : imagines

pairing/s : apart from canon of the riordanverse characters, none. reader is only mentioned briefly, and dates someone outside of camp half-blood.

warning/s: a bit creepy or touching (?), it depends on you.

here is my masterlist!

Note : I am currently fixated on a character from another series; to those who will get it? I love you so much. 🥹

It started with a stupid dare.

They were hanging around the campfire when Leo, bless him, suggested a game of Truth or Dare.

Naturally, Percy, who lacked any sense of safety or caution in his body, chose dare.

Leo's challenge was simple: sneak into Chiron's office and find something embarrassing to share with the group. Easy right?

Plenty of campers had done the same and came out unscathed. Percy had faced gods, monsters, Smelly Gabe, surprise pop quizzes; breaking into an ancient centaur’s office? Child’s play.

Besides, some over enthusiastic children of Ares set the armory on fire so Chiron was busy.

The office was unlocked— Chiron trusted them, which, honestly, was his first mistake. Seriously, does he even know them?

Searching for something amusing in a mostly mundane office proved tricky. The room held nothing particularly scandalous— just the usual: a computer, a boom box, a record player. Nothing that would make for a great story.

Until he found himself rummaging through one of the cabinets that's filled with scrolls and stumbled across something unexpected— a scrapbook.

At first, he assumed it was just a collection of camp memories. Chiron’s office was already filled with framed photos of past demigods on his walls, after all.

But then he saw the picture.

Him and Annabeth at Montauk, years ago, sitting on the beach with the sunset behind them. Their first real vacation, free from chaos. He didn’t even remember anyone taking that photo.

Weird.

Flipping to the next page, he found another one— Nico and Will by the campfire, smiling at each other like nothing else in the world mattered. The night they were officially dating.

Then Clarisse and Chris, sparring in the arena, grinning through their duel.

Frank and Hazel at Camp Jupiter, Hazel laughing as Frank transformed into some ridiculous dolphin in the fountain.

Grover and Juniper, her listening intently as he played his flute by the meadows.

Then (Y/N) and her boyfriend, leaning against a blue jeep, his arms draped over her shoulders while pressing a kiss to her cheek. Looked like after a lacrosse game, judging from the boy's maroon jersey and gear.

Percy’s stomach twisted. The further he flipped, the more couples he found.

"What the fuck?"

It didn’t stop there. Beside each photo, there were notes.

New Rome for college. How the hell did Chiron know about his plans for his relationship with Annabeth?

Staying at Camp Half-Blood and going steady. Which is exactly what Will and Nico are doing.

Going to Comic-Con to meet George Lucas and Hayden Christensen. (Y/N) had once mentioned that to Percy in passing, because apparently, her boyfriend was a huge Star Wars fan.

And then there were the ones that stung.

Died as heroes. A picture of Charles and Silena, her arms wrapped around him while he worked on a machine with his siblings.

Split up after the Battle Against Gaea. Jason and Piper, sitting in a Parisian café, smiling over desserts.

It was sweet, in a way. These pictures captured relationships of the people he cares about, but something about it felt... off.

Why would Chiron do this?

Then he saw a list. Names, some checked off, some underlined. Some written down before the people themselves had even realized they were together.

He looked for his name; Percy Jackson with Annabeth Chase as predicted.

AS PREDICTED?!

Percy slammed the scrapbook shut and let out a nervous laugh.

Nope.

Nope, nope, nope.

Slowly, he put the book back where he found it, suddenly aware that Chiron apparently knew everything.

Chiron— their mentor, father figure, the wisest, kindest, most patient man (did he even count as a man? okay, half-man) Percy had ever known.

He was not supposed to be some secret omniscient romance spy.

Yeah, no. He was done.

Percy didn’t even bother playing along with the dare anymore. He just left, more baffled than he’d ever been in his entire life.

Back at the campfire, his friends turned expectantly.

“What did you find?” Leo grinned.

Percy sat down, looking vaguely haunted. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Cue the teasing, the boos, the dramatic groans of disappointment.

But Percy barely heard them, his gaze fixed on the golden flames.

Chiron knew things.

And that was… terrifying? Flattering? Disturbing? He had no idea.

And frankly?

He never wanted to find out.

[captaincrusher]

A thought on a queer Star Trek timeline

Watching Star Trek from the original series to modern times is to fast forward through the evolution of queer rights through the 20th and early 21st century.

In the original series queerness must be imagined in the close relationship between Kirk and Spock. We can only see ourselves in what we hope and dream about for the future. We get Amok Time.

In the 80's queer people start to materialize in the background. TNG takes tentative steps towards telling our stories, still cloaked in the allegory. We get Outcast.

In the 90's Ds9 gives us Rejoined. Still cloaked in allegory, but the lines get sharper, the mist starts to lift. A character has a monologue about how two people that love each other should be able to be together. Hidden winks has turned into words.

Voyager, while a good show in other respects, does not give us a single crumb of queerness. Aside from the relationships we ourselves imagine.

In the 2000's we are on the cusp of actually having queer people on screen. Enterprise tries to tell stories of gender (Cogenitor) and the AIDS crisis (Stigma), two episodes that are still filtered through a limited understanding of both. When Enterprise ends in 2005 and this Star Trek era ends with it, queer representation in film and tv is still scarce.

The AOS era instead is where queer people, for the first time, stepped out of subtext. Sulu is married to a man - a nod to George Takei, the original series actor. Star Trek Beyond comes out in 2016, the year after same sex marriage is legalized in the US.

It isn't until 2017 that a Star Trek show officially, without subtext or allegory, gets queer characters, when Paul Stamets and Hugh Culber are married on Discovery. Discovery also adds further queer characters down the line, finally saying that yes - queer humans do exist in the future.

I know you all will have opinions on what is queer or not. But when tracking the evolution of queer representation it's important to separate subtext from text and to separate when something is allegoric verses not.

I interpret Jadzia Dax as queer - but she is not human. She is an alien wrapped inside a gender non confirming shroud of gray areas. That is the strength of her character - that it allows the writers to explore themes that otherwise would have been taboo. But the fact that they could only pursue queer storylines with non human characters tells you something about the times.

it really feels like Star Trek was late to the party with queer representation. I think there's multiple reasons for that. One is that when Enterprise was created, it still carried the legacy of shows created in the 80's and 90's. Enterprise itself is also literally a prequel - there seemed to be little desire to be bold and innovative.

Timing is I think the main reason why Star Trek trailed behind. Between Enterprise ending in 2005 and Star Trek Discovery starting in 2017 there's a whole era of representation. If Enterprise had dared make an actual queer character, like Malcolm Reed, it would have been just ahead of the wave of representation that started popping up in the late 00's - but instead it closed on a similar note as DS9 did 10 years earlier.

Feel free to add your favorite queer episodes. There are some "official" queer episodes - but there's a bunch more that meant a lot for us as queer people, for one reason or another.

[suugarbabe]

You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤

Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.

Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬

For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.

Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:

I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!

While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.

Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.

James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.

So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.

Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.

And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!

Thank you love x

The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.

In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.

What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.

When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?

"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.

Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.

When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.

It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).

To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.

When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"

After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.

What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.

"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"

Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"

You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"

Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."

Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."

At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"

When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"

You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."

You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."

You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.

Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."

When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.

"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.

Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."

This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."

"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.

"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.

Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."

Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.

"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.

As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."

Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."

Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.1

So disclaimer: I took screenshots instead of photographing my screen this time, but the quality of footage is a thousand times worse so the images are still mostly shit. But anyway, here we go :)

We're going to have to keep a tally on how many times they refer to their relationship in romantic terms. Less than a minute in, Paul has used the description, “great love affair.”

And John's right on his heels with “the sexual equivalent of . . . People in love.” So there's 2 already. Oh boy.

That opening montage of John and Paul just living for the light in each other's eyes should actually be the official music video for “I wanna hold your hand.”

Also I wonder how many songs they have about hiding. Someone's got to have a list somewhere right?

I adore the absolute lack of reaction to John manhandling Paul.

And then This Look. He's in love with him, ladies and gentlemen.

I remember seeing somewhere that this footage was literally right after they'd finished “she loves you.” Which was pretty recently after Bob Wooler, which was right after Barcelona. And if you're like me and you think that song is secretly about their relationship? If Paul's just been singing “she said you hurt her so, she almost lost her mind, but now she says she knows you're not the hurting kind. She said she loves you” at you, after all of that? Of course John's acting like a fucking puppy dog.

Poor George tally number 1

Excuse me??? John wants to live in the Beatle apartment instead of with his actual literal wife until Paul decides to move in with his girlfriend? What? He's so insane. Cynthia, you're lucky Paul's a fucking social climber.

I think it's indicative of two things that Paul said “screw secret girlfriends” while John happily went along with secret wives. One: different levels of security in masculinity (John doesn't have gay eyebrows etc) and two: different relationships. Jane and Paul's relationship was a smart career move for both of them and I think, being upper-class, and having her own career, and not being a mother, Jane was in more of a position to have a say.

Every time I watch that footage of Ken Dodd asking about their parents I physically cringe. Poor poor babies. Do your research you idiot! I don't think that ever happened again. I wonder if Brian made sure of that.

Paul literally talks like such a husband here. “We've thought about it, and probably the thing that John and I will do . . .”

Obsessed with Paul shouldering himself between George and John after George's little joke shove. It's so protective and yet so subtle. Exactly the same strong posture and easy smile as when he stepped between John and that interviewer during the Jesus scandal.

Poor George tally number 2 (you can't quite tell from the pic but John is shoving him out of the way because how dare he put his suitcase by Paul's?! That's John's suitcase's spot!!)

All the Beatles were cuddly with each other. It's one of the cutest bits about them, the puppies in a basket aspect. But I think we'll need a “noticable spacing difference” tally for this rewatch, too, and here's the first.

Paul wearing John's hat for attention and it fully and completely doing the job? They're so embarrassing!

I actually love that John's imitation of his upper-class Scottish family (which Paul can't do) is actually much more convincing than his broad Liverpudlian (which Paul nails in two variations, one based off his own family) I'm obsessed with the class dynamics between them.

Poor George tally three. He shares this one with Ringo. That moment when Paul's pretending to interview them about their purple hearts and cuts them both off with, “thank you. Mi-mister Lennon,” and John and Paul proceed to completely forget the other two exist for who knows how long – certainly longer than the videographer was willing to record.

I find John sliding into Paul's raspy “tiiight yeeeah” with his very turned on “mmmMM it's been a hard” extremely suggestive. I'm sorry but I do.

It's like he thinks if he looks away for too long he's going to disappear or something. Which. Now that I said that. Yeah. That is what it is. Poor separation-issues baby.

Ringo: Paul, you wrote a beautiful song and you sing it great. John: yeah and you're SEXY! Let's not forget that, everyone.

Am I crazy to obsess over every little musical similarity in their songs? Yes. Can I help it? No. The little “oh-oh ohoho” in the If I Fell demo is exactly the same as in Imagine and (frothing and writhing) it means something I can feel it! I just have no idea what.

I also find the lyric change from “i hope that she won't cry” to ��i hope that she will cry” extremely interesting. There's always a heterosexual explanation. Trust me, the straights are the Simone Biles of mental gymnastics. But while the published lyric can be read as a man bitter toward his ex girlfriend hoping to hurt her by flaunting his new relationship, the demo version is trickier. Could it be that he doesn't want to hurt his wife's feelings by letting her know he's in love with someone else? But who else could John Lennon possibly have been in love with at the time?

“Too too much in love. Woah, too too much in love with you.” My heart

[phoebeegreen3]

Capri Persson (F1) — First Day

🏎 SUMMARY: What if the best driver of recent years isn't actually him? What if the best driver is actually hiding something else? Would he still be the best? Or just a simple fraud? 📓 GENRE: secret identity / rivals to lovers / he felt first, she felt harder / soulmates / slow burn 📬 PARTS: book one (two parts) / CP9, book two (one part) 🏆 CAPRIPERSSON.MASTERLIST

this section is an official excerpt from the book "F1, Stories and Anecdotes" by the renowned Jeremy Clarke, who has kindly offered his perspective and narrative

Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya, Spain. February, 2020

There were quite a lot of people, as usual during pre-season testing. The garages were once again full, and people were back in action. There was always a warm atmosphere at the track around that time of year. It felt like going back to school when everyone was in primary.

Charles was the first to approach Pierre when he saw him alone in a corner of the garage while everyone else was busy with their tasks and teammates.

"Beautiful day to race, isn't it?" he smiled at the Frenchman, placing a hand on his shoulder. Gasly stood up immediately.

"It's good to see you again, brother."

"Same here. How was the break?" Leclerc asked, and soon they struck up a lively conversation, which Carlos, Daniel, Lando, George, and Alex joined. They all chatted about their winter break until Carlos asked the question that had been on everyone's mind since Alpha Tauri's big announcement. The one nobody had dared to ask Pierre via text.

"So? How did it go with Persson?" Sainz Jr. threw out the question, and Gasly scoffed, rolling his eyes, making everyone laugh. Pierre had likely had such a rough week getting used to Alpha Tauri's new car that he could easily rank it as the worst of his career.

"Have you met him? Have you seen his face?" Daniel insisted, crossing his arms.

"I swear I have a suspicion he's a ghost," Pierre confessed. "We haven't spoken since I met him. Not a word, nothing. It's really weird."

"I saw he communicates using sign language. Is he deaf?" Lando frowned.

"No. How do you think he communicates over the radio, then?" Carlos shot back, and the younger driver just shrugged.

"When we did the tests, he didn't say a single word. I didn't see his face, his hands, his ankles, or his neck. Nothing."

"Well, take it for granted. He's a ghost," Russell commented.

"When he came into the garage, he was already suited up with his helmet on. We fist-bumped as a greeting, and that was it. Honestly, I'm a little terrified about how this might affect things on track," Pierre admitted to his teammates. If anyone would understand, it was them—though even they were puzzled. Capri Persson's arrival in F1 was intriguing, but even more so were his methods of avoiding any kind of interaction with the world around him. "According to Franz, he does it to avoid the circus. The guy shows up, analyzes, races, wins, and leaves. That's it."

"You have a long season ahead," Alex lamented, voicing what the rest of the group didn't want to admit. It would not only be a long season but one of the loneliest and most uncomfortable for the driver.

"I'm willing to keep the secret as long as it doesn't turn into a terrible year."

"You'll see, it'll all work out, and you'll end up talking somehow. It'll be fun, I promise," Charles tried to cheer him up, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Easy for you to say, your teammate is Vettel," Gasly laughed before a photographer called them to the track. It was time for the season photo, and the 19 drivers started gathering—except for one.

All the teams stood with their teammates, looking comfortable with each other, even the rookies just starting out or the veterans with years of experience. Everyone chatted as Gasly walked across the track, helmet in hand, suit on, glancing around. The photographer counted them again with a frown, and the issue resolved itself when Capri Persson finally emerged from the Alpha Tauri garage, helmet on, with a tall woman with short, wavy dark hair following closely behind, seemingly giving him instructions. Definitely not deaf.

"Alright, gentlemen. Your positions are marked on the ground. They're labeled—find yours and stand with your teammate," they were instructed, with numerous cameras aimed at them. Netflix was capturing every move for the third season of Drive to Survive, and Pierre could only hope his discomfort didn't show.

Capri approached the group as cautiously as a spy, but being the only one missing, everyone noticed him instantly, unable to look away. Daniel nudged Pierre, who stood in front of him, as Persson joined them. His teammate looked at him, swearing he saw his eyes through the visor. Capri simply nodded slightly as a greeting and gave a thumbs-up.

No one could take their eyes off Persson. Every movement, every breath, every second mattered. Everyone was searching for the slightest sign that there was truly a person behind that helmet and not just a machine built to dominate every competitor.

For some, Capri Persson's image demanded respect, curiosity, and mystery. For others, he was just another idiot who thought he could win something just because he had a bit of luck in F2. And that group was already set—those with the most experience in the sport.

When the man with the megaphone began explaining the camera movements and how the drivers should pose, they exchanged glances, sharing amused, knowing looks. Gasly wanted to do the same, but when he turned to his teammate, he barely seemed present in that moment.

"Excuse me, the driver with the helmet—could you take it off? It disrupts the shot's consistency," the man with the megaphone announced, and the entire place fell silent.

Jean looked up, and Capri looked only at her. Jean understood.

"He's not serious, is he?" Capri signed. Jean understood him perfectly.

"I don't think that's possible," his advisor stepped forward. "He won't take it off," she stated, and another crew member approached the director to inform him about the issue.

"Alright, whatever. Are you all ready? Action!" the director shouted, and the camera in front of the drivers, arranged in a V-formation, started rolling. After that shot, there were more, and if it wasn't already clear how unusual Capri Persson's addition to Formula 1 was, the upcoming test race would make it undeniable.

Surprisingly, Persson remained in the top five during the first stage and in the top three during the second. And while it didn't mean much yet, Capri Persson's first pre-season in Formula 1 foreshadowed what would be a remarkable year for the unconventional rookie. The world was witnessing a driver with immense talent—but who was the driver facing?

«PREVIOUS: I'm Capri Persson

»NEXT: The Ghost

[dandydrunky]

The Winter Recital

A/n; this was so rushed, I am so sorry, I tried

Warnings; fluff?

"How do we plan three weeks in advance, and you're still unprepared?" Rafe grumbled, watching you toss through your closet. "In my defense," you didn't miss his teasing glare, daring you to justify it," a lot can change in three weeks."

You are headed up to St. George in Bermuda for the holidays, exquisite, isn't it?

Kildare had a history of celebrating Christmas, but their more glamorous festivities are usually around summer and spring.

Not that you minded, but this was you and Rafe's 2nd Christmas together. And it had to be nothing like the last one."I'll buy you something when we get there, if we can get there," Rafe offered, tugging you out of your closet.

It's just nerves. He was also escaping his family for the holidays.At least until New Years. Somehow, Rafe had managed to get you out the front door and out to the dock where your ride awaited. You skipped ahead, now your turn to urge your boyfriend along.

"Cool your jets," he was being weighed down by the luggage you wanted to bring. The only thing of his he carried was his wallet. Lord knows he would need it. Especially when you had wanted to double the 20% tip he was already leaving the driver. The cabin was quaint and festive, ribbons tied above the door and looped throughout the staircase in bright green and scarlet. It smelt of pine and cinnamon as you were led through the house, admiring the decor as you did.

It was so homey, and Rafe knew it was perfect when you disappeared up the stairs, leaving him to haul your luggage through the doorway. "I'm never going back home" was your official declaration. And that wasn't even the best part. Amist raiding the insanely sweet hygiene products, in the bedside the you found a holiday card for the guests of cabin 8, "Rafe," You called, hearing his hurried steps, you chuckled to yourself, flipping the card over. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, everything is perfect," you handed over the card, watching a defeated sigh leave his lips, but a look of curiousity flash as he skimmed over it's contents.

"Okay? It's just a welcome card." Just a welcome card? "It's scented," you snatched it back scratching at the back, your dull nails denting the card, rather then the patch.Rafe sighs, tossing you his keys which you fumbled but then caught.

"Why did you bring these?" "That's what you're worried about? They're my house keys, they were coming with me even if we went to the North Pole." There was his Christmas spirit.You shrugged at the point, racing the keys over the card, bringing it up to your nose, inhaling deeply. He simply watched, a slight scrunch in his nose, watching you cuddled paper.

"It can't be that good," he grumbled, stepping forward to be met with your shoulder as you turned away.

"It's better than your cologne," you teased, to which his smile sank into a pout, "you love my cologne," "Yeah, but..." You drew out, another long, excessive inhale, "This is my new favorite." The parchment was ripped from your face, folded half heartedly, "enough of that," he hummed, tucking the card into his pocket.

"Don't be sad," he wrapped his massive arms around you, rendering yours to your side, his heavy head falling against your squared shoulder.

You tried to shake him off, managing a slight twist before giving up. You were only getting out if he let you out.And strangely enough he did.Something replaced the warmth of the scented card, something stronger, muskier and thick. Rafe's cologne. "Now I smell like you," "and you love it," he argued.

The night went on like that, playful banter, and gentle affections, eventually you crashed in the living room by the the brick fireplace.Rafe wandered down the steps in a low hanging towel, another working at his wet hair, his attention landed on your curled up form on the couch. You're resting in front of your unopenned briefcases splayed out on the fur rug.

To his surprise you were in one of his flannel curled up against the velvet couch.

"You packed three suitcase just to wear my clothes?" he scoffed playfully, picking up a shirt of the floor. The next morning you two woke up snug on the couch, your head in Rafe's lap and his arm around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey," he gently whispered nudging your shoulder, "Merry Christmas," his lips ghosted over the she'll of your ear.

Your elbow jerked into his stomach instinctively, earning a groan into your ear. He leaned back scooting against the couch, resting his head against the pillows.

Don't worry, he's was gleefully dancing around the kitchen to some old vinyl you found, and making hot chocolate late into the day.

And it wasn't all bad, you took a walk around the town, visiting stations, and you spent time in the store spending Rafe's money.

At that point he had trade you his wallet so he could carry all of your bags.

You returned back to your cabin after all of that and crashed to watch some holiday movie waiting for nightfall.

When it did you asked Rafe to help you pick an outfit to which he kept responding "you look great in anything."

It was frustrating as it was flattering.

You ultimately ended up with fur coat, (Rafe's) and a sweater dress with wool leggings, just in case it gets cold. And it does, but it also snows, Rafe's hand holding yours as you walk side by side, your other hand smearing it from every availabe surface.

You go out, party, dance, but your favorite part of the night was the couple's cooking contest. To participate in your favorite tradition of the night, and to also be with the one you love unlike last year.

Now the cooking was slightly over cooked, but it looked pretty. You didn't win, but you had fun. You did however get voted for best chemistry, earning you a wreath around your neck, wrapped in ornaments, chesnuts and a classic mistletoe.

"You owe me a kiss," Rafe teased, to which you scoffed, nudging his shoulder.

"Under the mistletoe, remember?"

Rafe grumbled beneath his breath, his hand reaching for your arm, "What're you doing?" you asked, feeling him squeeze your elbow.

"Mistletoe, remember?" He carefully picked you up, you squealed your feet leaving the ground.

Still, you attempted to balance yourself against his shoulders, resting your arms, his hand wrapped around your waist, the other sliding up your back, guiding your head down to his.

And you share a gentle kiss, his lips cool against yours, and your tension melts, allowing you to soften in his grasp. He smiles against your lips, letting out a breath of cold air, "ready to take this back to the cabin?" You nodded against him, leaning back in.

[tristanstanthonyisdabest]

My IT OC.

Tristan St. Anthony.

Age: 21.

Height: 1.66 M.

Gender: Male.

Relationships: None.... Maybe Garret when i was drunk.

Hobby: sniper/Drug dealer.

School role: badass

🏳️‍🌈is Gay 🏳️‍🌈

Nicknames(mostly by Garret): Gaylord, Fag, Faggot, Dumbass, Tris, Trisket, Trevor, Travis(Don't you f*cking dare.) and Stan.

Elite sniper in the order of St. George, a organisation who hunts dragons. Is partner with a annoying blonde traitor to the order, named Garret, full name is Garret Xavier Sebastian, looks like someone dyed his hair with mustard.

I'm new here in Derry

@henry-the-winner @marshbevvie @stan-the-bird-boy @notclickbaitpennywise @butchbowers19589 @trashmouth-richie-tozier @eddiekaspbrak-official @people-call-me-haystack @kenzyduchanne-offical @patrickhockstettersfrisbie @sonia-kaspbrak-official @hopelessgirrl

[suenitos]

I need someone to explain the !cdnf lore to me 😔

oh my godddddd how do i even go about this... so much of this is like you had to be there but i'll try my best ok. here are some things that helped me tremendously while writing:

cdnf manifesto (pretty much all cdnf moments compiled into one document with streams attached)

some cdnf moments

cdnf is an interesting case because it kinda emerged a little bit before the time the separation between Lore (plot) and Real Life officially happened (in my opinion this is when dream put out the please use c! to refer to our characters tweet) where a lot of the fandom attitude towards rpf was still being kinda weirded out by it, so a lot of people were drawing dnf "as a dare"/"because i lost a bet" and infamously "only shipping the minecraft skins" slash characters. previous to this/around the time of fundy's wedding video there was no real culture surrounding shipping most characters in a serious immersive way according to the story really up until the election and around the november 16 event. everything earlier than the explicitly described roleplay is kinda shaky at best in being considered canon, except for the kingdom line where cdream tells cgeorge that he will be the next king once they take back the land from lmanburg. theres also someee moments where theyre protective of each other during this war as cgeorge had always been on the side of the americans, kinda like irl which is a common theme in why a lot of people find this relationship fascinating. like. the rituals. we were still in dreams "straight" arc mind you.

a lot of the canon relationship relies mostly on the protective knight and king dynamic around late 2020 in which cdream crowns cgeorge king after he deems him more neutral to every conflict going on in canon over ceret, because of the running joke that irl george slept through every major event and he was building a mushroom house during the november 16 event. the big thing to remember about george is he wasnt super into the rp as much as dream was and we didnt see a ton of designated lore streams from him as a result, leading him to incorporate his sleepy/inactive nature as part of his character to sort of "excuse" him from a lot of the plot and from interacting with other characters. this was later though, but during the time of king/knight cdream was shown to be very protective of cgeorge and doing things like buying him flowers in secret (this was before fundy wedding was retconned but i still consider this one canon), stealing back his fish beckerson from cquackity i believe, and going to war against lmanburg and building obsidian walls surrounding the place AND exiling ctommy BECAUSE ctommy and co burned down cgeorge's house he built before becoming king. at the time people did read that as cdream using cgeorge as an excuse to do build walls and enact exile but i like to read it romantically i think thats more fun.

but as the person who created the server along with dream he was bound to have one of the most important relationships to him no matter what. after a while though, cdream dethroned cgeorge to re-crown ceret as cgeorge was starting to align himself with cquackity, csapnap, and ckarl in making a new independent nation that wasnt lmanburg, dsmp, or the badlands named el rapids (making him no longer the most neutral of the server) and this is the moment cdnf (and cdteam really) kinda split up for good in a way. do remember the reason this even happened is ALLEGEDLY because george irl wasnt super into the lore and dream gave him an out through lore, yet he underestimated the DRAMAAAA george would give as his character which led to a way more compelling story/narrative surrounding dethronement as cdream's complete betrayal of both cgeorge and csapnap to focus on other matters like ctommy or whatever. sadly, no more cdnf proper after this that doesnt come in the form of crumbs/mentions from other characters (such as two times csapnap confronting cdream and mentioning george to which cdream has very Normal responses) or dreams that dubiously affect real life (in canon) but cdream does what he does and cgeorge moves to kinoko kingdom with csapnap and ckarl. but honestly i think the most tragic part of dethronement was probably the fact it was on quackity's stream tbh 😒

the first time dreamxd showed up on the server was during george's tiktok banned me stream due to the fact cdream was in prison canonically but dream still wanted to play with george on the server on the rare occasion he got on, and this was the only stream that featured dream voicing dreamxd without filters, because it was a semi rushed decision. this stream could technically be considered the first cgeorge dream presented to us, but the concept that george's lore streams were dreams came one stream later featuring cniki and cbad as well. anyway this stream is kinda technically not canon because dnf and quackity were rping george getting banned from tiktok so its very much Not lore in that sense but it again featured a lot of dream being protective of george, "betraying" him and groveling and george acting sad and crying irl on command. rituals. ONE MORE THING TO ADD ABOUT THE PRISON THAT IS VERY IMPORTANT: cdream is captured and put into prison before this stream as previously said, but almost EVERY SINGLE character is there to watch EXCEPT cgeorge. meaning, he may have been in deep sleep at this point. HOWEVER, he never visits the prison ONCE in canon. more on this later.

anyway the next stream features some interesting implications about cdream and dreamxd's connection like are they two separate entities? are they split from a singular entity? can cdream take over dreamxd's body temporarily or is it dreamxd mimicing his voice and body (dream was using the same skin for both). also, dreamxd had access to creative mode which led many to characterize him as a god of the server and dream incorporated that into his character as a result, but also that he's a massive fucking simp for cgeorge in giving him items he asks for which again. rituals. this is the stream where cgeorge and dreamxd become friends forever as well.

but before explaining the last lore stream george ever did and also some stuff that happened after on cdream's side, there are also things to address regarding symbols and things that just made cdnf's relationship a lot closer than the others. for example, the wooden pickaxes they left in the nether near the beginning of the server's birth that philza eventually found and eret put in a museum. another is their literal child nugget (this one is a stretch tbh but it makes me smile) a chicken that george had in dream's room during the construction of the community house before a sewer ran through it :/ this one is purely me in that i also consider tnt to be a symbol of both cdnf in that cdream uses it a lot and cgeorge uses it to blow up the world in his last stream, and they both use it to blow up cquackity's las nevadas sign both in the dream and in canon. but the most important one of all is The Shield.

this damn. motherfucking shield. with a blue field masoned banner. was somehow the longest running symbol surrounding cdnf. i have gone to bed sick over this shield. a brief timeline about it: the first time we saw it was when cdream had it equipped during the obsidian lmanburg wall incident and cgeorge famously saying "im not going to be hurt if dream's next to me". cdream doesnt show up again with it to my knowledge but CGEORGE has it during the lil nas x stream (cdream in prison) during which he gets killed and lil nas x briefly equips it before karl gets it back to george near the end/after the stream. we never saw cdream give him this shield, it's kinda maybe implied that he gave it based on the fact its the same design?? who knows. later, the shield gets stolen by sapnap during another dream (this was during george's first year anniversary stream) featuring dream! where he dreams that cdream left prison and joined cgeorge csapnap cbad and ckarl on a tour of the server and kinoko. karl steals it back from csapnap during sapnap's stream with drista in secret, and manages to get it BACK to george MANY MONTHS LATER after an mcc and time travel shenanigans without sapnap knowing. george is GENUINELY happy about this damn shield and puts it in his enderchest, nearly freaking out when cpunz kills him and he thinks he lost it. super normal behavior. anyway. interlude over back to the last stream.

cgeorge's i blew up the dream smp deserved an oscar. seriously. masterclass in acting and streaming. the key point to remember from earlier here is cgeorge had NEVER visited the prison, but a specific moment from quackity's forming las nevadas stream revealed him standing outside the prison, looking inside, before cquackity got his attention, so he was clearly thinking about visiting, yet never had the courage or will to see him again. anyway this stream's inciting incident is cgeorge noticing no one is on the server and encounters cdream LEAVING the prison. they have a confrontation in which cdream asks cgeorge to join him or else he destroys kinoko. he kills cgeorge. after beating ctechno And cdream, cgeorge goes on a destruction spree and also kills cquackity ckarl and ccallahan before finally killing god aka dreamxd, his last link to cdream/humanity. that sequence where he fights him is oddly flirty. anyway he then goes on to go to the End and almost kills the dragon to rule over a world of nothing except.. it was all a dream. cgeorge ends the stream furious. this is the last we ever see of cgeorge.

meanwhile cdream gets taunted of cgeorge on various occasions: with csapnap, with cbad, and at the end with ctommy. one of the signs he has listing his plans has the name george on it, discovered by ctommy and ctubbo before they go defeat him. during the finale, ctommy goes into limbo and sees/hears cdnf during dream's FIRST dsmp stream before he abandoned showing his pov and convinces cdream destroying the world isnt the way before everyone blows up from the nuke L. thats the end of canon before "season 2" which. lets not get into that but them also dying to the dragon when the official end to the dsmp stream happened was really cute :( and its very poetic to note that irl dnf started this insaneeee phenomenon an ocean away and ended it all together in the same house in LA :(

last notes: dream fucking ADORED this ship so much that when he held a fanfic contest (dnf barely being accepted by the mods but allowing lore fics) he chose a cgeorge-centric cdnf fic as the winner. he liked so much fanart of it, and he particularly liked dreamxd and cgeorge fanart. he also accidentally revealed two google searches during one of his geoguessr streams which were "georgenotfound dream smp wiki" and "georgenotfound dream SMP king short story wattpad". okay man. protip ao3 is better for inspiration but whatever. but lets also not discount george here as he was also a freak and liked the famouss king/knight fanart of their characters near kissing and replied "hot" before people really took the concept of cdnf or any shipping super seriously. now, you can debate whether he meant that seriously or as a joke, but based on his streams if you were to find anything to ship, you seriously could not do that with anyone other than dream in either his cdream or dreamxd form unless you were looking to break up ckarlnapity in some way but those ships were less popular, probably because of irl dnf's real life chemistry. cdream is another story but thats not the focus here, though i wont deny there isnt grounding for a lot of other popular cdream ships, which is fine.

over time, dnf became incredibly close as friends and as a duo, and in terms of fandom developments, over the course of 2021 leading into 2022, shipping dnf as real people and not the pseudo heatwaves/accelerate/minecraft skins image of them became much more popularized. as dnf grew closer they did less streams in lore and their real life dynamic became a lot more interesting the closer the face reveal became. but in a way, in my opinion, the lore streams were a way for dnf in particular to sort of deal with their situation due to covid and dream's inability to go outside and do shit, in a sense the prison arc kinda symbolizes dream's irl situation though thats likely not the case. but a lot of their dynamic shone through in their characters via dream being very protective of george and george caring about him in his own way/being kinda obsessed with him in general.

overall, i think the best part of this ship is just how founded on delusion, crumbs, and denial from the fans it was yet how surprisingly supported it was by dnf themselves over time as the server became super mega BONKERS insanely popular??? like it is genuinely one of the only actual canon slash r ships in the story, moreso implied than anything else but holding much more water than something like ckarlnapity in the end which is CRAZY. the imagery and inspiration that came out of the ship was incredible and yet its still a very tragic story in canon that doesnt actually truly get resolved (i like to imagine season 2 fixed this). however in the end, although cdnf didnt get a happy ending, irl dnf did, in meeting/living with each other and officially shedding off this wild part of their life and career as characters in a story coping with their real life circumstances, to living life to the fullest physically together and happy. :)

[david-bearman]

9 for gewis on the smut game maybe 🥹

shout out to the gc for this one!

9) revenge sex (light dubious consent)

smut list or kink list

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Lewis knew that George would avoid him for the coming few days if he let him, and so he made the easy choice to pick George for his winner's room. He needed to talk to him about their fight on track, apologise, make George understand it wasn't that serious off track.

He had been pacing up and down the hotel room that had been designated as the winner's room, waiting for George to open the door and let himself in. An official had already let him know that George had accepted his request, and that he would be there as soon as possible.

Lewis took an other deep breath as the door opened, George walked in holding a bag. His facial expresions where painfully neutral, not a single emotion showing on his face.

Scared to say something wrong Lewis let George put his things away, only following him with his eyes, not daring to say anything.

When their eyes met again, frustration had seeped into George's eyes. It made Lewis take a controlled breath, swallowing his reflex to start defending himself.

"Why the hell did you do that?" George asked, hands on his hips.

Lewis sighed, "Look, it was not my intention. You took such a wide line and-"

George cut him off with a harsh tone, "Why did you invite me to the winner's room?"

For a moment Lewis felt like he had no footing underneath him, he could only barely gather himself together as he answered, "I wanted to talk, I knew you would avoid me if I didn't"

He showed his hands in a gestured of peace, taking a step closer to George.

Lewis often forgot George was taller than him, he was soft spoken around him and never used his height as an intimidation tactic. In that moment however, Lewis was harshly reminded as George fisted the front of his t-shirt and in one move pressed him up against the door.

Before he could protest George's hands were on his belt, undoing the buckle. The button to his jeans followed immediately, and without any hesitation pulled both his pants and udnerwear down.

Lewis was embaressed to notice that he was half hard, the anticipation of seeing George in a setting like this doing more to him than he was willing to admit.

"You really did not have to crash into me to get my attention."

Lewis sputtered heavily, "George! I just wanted to talk this out with you, really. Nothing else."

The moment that sentence left Lewis' mouth he realised how nuts he looked with his half hard cock out and his pants down to his calves, swearing there was nothing going on.

George gave him a hard stare as he sunk down onto his knees and pressed his face into Lewis' crotch. Nosing alongside his length made Lewis exhale sharply, his hand shooting down to George's hair and grabbing it firmly.

In that moment Lewis let everything go, nothing mattered anymore the second George's pink lips took in his cock. He let out a deep moan as his cock his the back of his throat, the muscles closing around his dick.

George sucked him off with such determination it turned Lewis on even more, he held eye contact with Lewis the best he could. His gaze made Lewis' skin tingle all over, his nerves set alight.

"Fuck, George, fuck."

Lewis took a few deep breaths as George continued sucking him off like it was his life's sole mission. It was what tuened him on about George so much, no matter what he put his mind to he always did it with dedication and determination. Maybe that's why they kept finding each other on track.

The thought of all of their on track battles made the orgasm in his pelvis crash into crescendo, as he came deep down George's throat.

[thelostdreamsthings]

Donald Trump won.

So, Trump will not only big but will be the first Republican President to win the popular vote in 20 years.

Plus, the Senate will have Reublican majority as well.

Don’t get too excited.

Wars will continue: on China, Iran, and Russia.

The U.S. is run by banks, military contractors, and corporate elites who select the politicians.

{Genocide Joe, Holocaust Harris, and Butcher Blinken

Their legacy?

A pointless proxy war in Ukraine that failed to defeat Russia🇷🇺, hundreds of thousands dead in a completely avoidable war that could have been ended with the deal at Istanbul

A genocide in Gaza perpetrated by Israel using US weaponry, the mass infanticide of children, and modern-day lebensraum-style ethnic cleansing. All under the banner of Blinken’s ‘rules-based order’

A Middle East and global south revolted, disgusted, and furious at the genocide in Gaza, which has shown the world the consequences for daring to resist the oppression of the US and its allies

The rise and strengthening of BRICS, as developing global south countries flock to BRICS+ to escape Washington’s dictatorship under the current global financial system

The coming together of the US’🇺🇸 official enemies; Russia🇷🇺, China🇨🇳, Iran🇮🇷, and North Korea🇰🇵 deepen their ties as the threat from Washington and its vassal states in Europe grows

4 years of genocidal, warmongering tyranny.}

5 things that sunk the Democratic boat:

🔹COVID tyranny

🔹Inflation

🔹Wars in Ukraine and Gaza

🔹Illegal immigration

🔹Kamala Harris, an empty shell ⬇️

RESPECT TO JILL STEIN could have had a comfortable career as a Harvard-trained doctor. Instead she's devoted her life to facing down the powerful, corrupt forces of the system, at immense personal risk.

History will be kind to her. ⬇️

America rejected:

Beyonce

Lady Gaga

Katy Perry

Megan Thee Stallion

John Legend

Oprah Winfrey

Barack Obama

Michelle Obama

Bill Clinton

Hillary Clinton

Usher

Taylor Swift

George Clooney

Ariana Grande

Jamie Lee Curtis

Bono

Mick Jagger

Bruce Springsteen

Robert De Niro

....

The era of the celebrity endorsement is DEAD.