#I am also shocked there is no Vegas in here

[hedgewyse]

10x10x10

ahhh... this was way too difficult @mangacat201! I am much too boring for 10 fandoms so I've been a cheeky bastard and changed it to 5x5x5 👀

"5 characters from 5 different fandoms + 5 tags to pass to"

5 - Penny 40 - The Magicians

He has an attitude, he doesn't take any shit, and he's soft on the inside for the right people. I love that he's so genuine, he's never hiding anything, how he treats you is exactly how he feels about you at the time, no fear.

4 - Magnus Bane - Shadow Hunters/The Mortal Instruments

Somehow a sassy, powerful warlock but still a little sunshine.

3 - Gandalf - The Lord of the Rings universe

Gandalf has hidden depths. He's one of the Maiar (functionally immortal) yet pays attention to other folks troubles even though they must seem utterly trivial in the context of a thousand lifetimes. May we all feel so engaged with the lives around us, and use our powers for good.

2 Lan Wanji - The Untamed/Mo dao zu shi

He's so powerful, but so aloof and repressed. Very hard to get under his skin, but once you're there he's going to give everything he has for you. Enemy or lover, he'll fuck you up.

1 Kang Yohan - The Devil Judge

The power. The intelligence. The influence. The arrogance. The threat. The absolute squishy brokenness in the middle. I love him so much.

It's uh... it's possible I have a type.

If you're feeling it, tagging @livingformyotp, @negrowhat, @gaym3bo1, @soglideaway, @callipigio

[rimunagenius]

I Could Die For you

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 1.2k

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , fluff, fluff, literal fluff, so much love that it’s sickening

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: to make up for that last post about emily because what the flip!! also the first Kate fic i’ve released that hasn’t been in a series!! yay! also ofc i had to write Kate to one of my favorite love songs!!💕 if you guys do not listen to this song and love it, i’m quitting writing and reporting everyone’s blog…

| Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

Something inside the cards I know is right

Don't wanna live somebody else's life

Kate was so happy. She knew her life was exactly where she wanted it to be. Cold mornings like this, wrapped in the bed sheets, both your bodies wrapped together to create the most perfect fit to a puzzle.

With your head resting on her body, your nose nuzzling perfectly into her neck, your soft snores and exhales ticking her skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The way your hand rested on her chest, and the way Kate's hand rested on your waist from the way she was holding you into her body. She knew she didn't want to be anywhere else but here. Lying here, wide awake admiring you and thanking god or whoever was out there, that she was able to do this, and do it with you.

This is what I want to be

And this is what I give to you because I get it free

"Oh my god, Kate." You stood in shock in your guys' kitchen. You had a rough day at work, letting Kate know that while you sat in your office, counting down the minutes until you could come home. So when you walked through the door and wandered into the living room where Kate was watching the NBA finals, she got up to greet you and took you to the kitchen, giving you the flowers and chocolate she picked up on her way home from practice today. 

You had a new adjustments to make since leaving Iowa. Picking up your life and moving to Las Vegas with Kate when she found out she made the roster officially, after living in a hotel room during training camp. You loved her so much, and you had so much faith in the person she was and the skills she had, you knew moving across states wasn't going to be a regret you had years down the line. 

Tears welled in your eyes, the overwhelming feeling of love and appreciation radiating from the blonde who stood a few feet away. "Aw, don't cry. Why are you crying, baby?" Kate walked up to you, wrapping her arms around your neck so you buried your face into her chest. 

"Because. You do this for me just for having a bad day. Your days are full of stress with basketball, still proving yourself, and tired from your work. I don't deserve you, Kate." You were a mess. You missed a lot of things. You missed your old friends, how close your guys' family used to be, and you missed Kate while she was gone. You missed a lot of things—you've longed for those things, but you loved your life here with Kate. You two away from what you knew and grew accustomed to, to independently make what you want and need. 

You loved it but you couldn't help but long for what used to be your life sometimes. "You deserve everything. You deserve the world and more because you packed your life up just because you believed in me. This is the very least I could do for you. I will continue to show you how important you are to me and who I am. You make me better so I'm going to show you every day til I can't anymore. I love you. You work hard and you deserve to be appreciated and seen." 

That made the tears fall harder, but you looked up at Kate, and couldn't believe this was your girl. The woman you got to spend and do life with. You kissed her lips chastely, hugging her close again. You two stood there, looking at the pretty flowers and sharing some of your chocolate. 

She smiles while I do my time

It was so early in the morning. Kate waking you up for a travel day for the Aces. It was an away game to Los Angeles and you wanted to make this game so you took the days off. 

You hated getting up early, and the stress that came with traveling was truly not a great time. Kate knew it, but she loved that you were willing to do it for her.  You didn't like most things, but the look on your girlfriend's face when you watched her do the thing she loves most, play the game that gave her many of the amazing opportunities she's had, it was all worth it. 

Kate walked onto to the court, looking at you behind the Aces bench, and smiled. You already smiling right back at her. She knew that no matter how early she woke you up, or how many times she did it, you'd be there, lift her up, and cheer her on. You knew this was where you wanted to be. 

I could die for you

It was the day after Kate had won the WNBA Finals, and you two had been lying in bed since last night. You couldn't believe that she had come so far from the little girl who idolized the Iowa Hawkeyes Women's Basketball team, to a woman who's grown into the most tremendously courageous and strong woman who won her first WNBA Championship. It was so surreal. 

"You know I love you so much, right?" Kate whispered. One arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to her body, while her other hand held your thigh that lay across her hip. 

"I would hope so." You giggled softly, looking up at the blonde above you, your hand went from her chest to the side of her face, resting against her cheek. You looked into her eyes, the blue of them convincing you more by the second that they were better looking than the sky outside. 

"No, I'm serious. You are the love of my life. I would be so lost without you. I don't think I could live without you—let alone do what I've done this past year without you." Her voice wavered, you could tell her emotions still running high after the night she had last night. 

"Kate, my love." You chuckled nervously, the confession making you giddy, but also overwhelmingly more in love with Kate, if that was even possible. It brought tears to your eyes.

"You make me so happy. Just being right here, with you, is more important to me than winning another ring." 

"Oh my god Kate, stop it. You're going to make me cry. I'm so in love with you." You wiped a small tear that fell down your cheek. Kate smiled down at you, willing herself to not close her eyes and just die happy right here with you. 

"I'm so in love with you, I could die." Kate giggled softly, wiping her eyes before leaning down and kissing your lips softly. You smiled into the kiss. You smiled so hard you couldn't even kiss properly. A fit of giggles came from the both of you. 

"Ah! Kate, stop it! Oh my god, Kate!" You screamed and giggled as she left kisses and tickles everywhere she could reach, especially in your most ticklish spots. You two couldn't be anymore happier. Kate wouldn't want to be anywhere else unless you were there, under her arms or wrapped in them. 

Oh, this life I choose.

You two were just simply two girls in love and wouldn't have it any other way. 

[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 26 - Texas Hold 'Em

The long awaited chapter is here! Thank you all so much for being patient with me!

Next on the schedule is Mexico and then I'm planning to do "Across Every Universe" pt. 2 because I have so many AU ideas that need to be written. The Brazil race is canceled due to a hurricane in my version of the 2024 - for plot purposes.

So get your cowboy hats on and yee-haw here we go!!

Everyone wasn’t surprised when you showed up in a particular outfit in Austin. The fans had been waiting for another themed outfit since you debuted in Vegas last year. So, they weren’t really in awe of what you were wearing. 

What they were surprised to see was the whole grid in matching outfits.

Thee. Entire. Grid. 

And yes, you had somehow wrangled everyone into matching beaver onesies from Bucees. How you convinced Max, Lewis, Kevin, Nico, Zhou, Valtteri, Pierre, and somehow Esteban as well? No one will ever know (there might have been bribes and threats, but they didn’t need to know that). 

Along with the group was a familiar Monegasque, also in the same onesie. You laughed as you saw everyone stair at the massive group. 

“This is amazing,” you giggled behind your hands. 

To be honest, only a few were actually happy to be in the pajamas. (Lando, Daniel, Oscar, Logan, Alex, and Arthur.) The rest could have said no. But who wants to say no to you. 

Photographers flashed their cameras every few seconds. Apparently, fall had actually come that October in Austin, so it wasn’t as hot as everyone thought. For a second, they were thankful to be wearing the long sleeves of the outfits. 

Except when everyone made it back to their respected garages, they all tore them off. However, a couple of them kept them on. And that group was up for a larger media conference. 

On the couch, the order was right to left: Lando, Oscar, Logan, you, Max, Daniel, and then Charles. All of you had yet to take the fuzzy clothes off. 

The interviewer was a little shocked to see the reigning world champion in kids clothing. Yet, they took one look at your smiling face as you animatedly talked to Max, they knew exactly who he was doing this for. 

The conference started, and the drivers put on their media faces, but it was hard to take them seriously when they were all dressed in the brown and bright red. 

“So starting off, what’s the story behind the outfit choices today?” 

All six drivers immediately looked to you, who sheepishly grinned. 

“Yes, Y/n, why don’t you tell the story,” Max said in a teasing tone. You hit his shoulder before raising the mic. 

“Well, it all started when most of the grid had said they hadn’t been to Bucees. And that is like the worst crime known to man. I mean, Daniel and Logan have been, but the others hadn’t.” 

Charles raises his mic next. “So she gets the brilliant plan to text everyone at midnight about going to Bucees.” 

You pulled an accused look. “Hey, everyone didn’t have to respond, but they did.” 

Oscar pulled a face. “I was pretty much dragged.” 

A gasp came from his right and left. Logan shook his head while Lando had his hand on his heart. 

“Osc, I am devastated. You went by your own will. It was also for her birthday, you know this.” 

The journalist piped up. “Happy birthday Y/n.” 

You smiled sweetly at the man, “Thank you so much.” 

Your head whipped to Lando, “Can I get back to the story?” 

The males quieted. 

“As I was saying, I texted everyone cause I was bored. Bucees is open all night so I knew it would be open. And we had the multi-passenger vans, so we could take everyone. I really thought that no one would show up.” 

“Darl, you have little faith in me.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“I knew you were coming, you texted me on the side. But when the meeting time came and everyone was down in the lobby, I wasn’t expecting it.” 

The interviewer smirked. “Who drove? We saw that you had a little trouble after Singapore.” 

You, Logan, Osar, and Lando all winced. 

Logan brought his mic up. “Yeah. That one was one me. I didn’t know that roofless cars weren’t allowed in Singapore.” 

Your finger shot up. “At least we weren’t really arrested. The officer was super nice.” 

Lando smirked. “Yep. We got a warning and he let us off.” 

Your hands clapped. “Anyway, Max drove one van and I think Lewis drove the other one?” 

Max jerked his head to look at you, a smile on his face. “Yeah, don’t want you or George taking off again.” 

The microphone picked up the sound of your hand hitting his shoulders. 

“What did everyone think of Bucees?” a man from deeper in the crowd asked. 

Charles brought his mic back up. “Best place on Earth.” 

You watched as everyone climbed out of the vans and stopped to stare at the yellow and red sign. The big beaver was almost smiling down at you. You, Logan, and Daniel watched as the grid stared at the automatic doors and gingerly step inside. 

“Welcome to Bucees!” an overly energized worker shouted. You looked around and were thankful that not many people were there. 

You waved to get everyone’s attention. 

“Ok boys, er, men, welcome to the best gas station on earth. You can find everything your little hearts’ desire so have at it.” 

The group immediately shot out into different directions. You saw Lando and Oscar immediately head to the rows and rows of drinks they offered. You knew that the Brit would definitely get a slushy when he noticed. 

A lot of the older drivers went to the home decoration sections. Lewis and Valtteri were definitely looking at all the cooking supplies. 

Daniel looked down at you. “So ‘darl, where you wanting to go?” 

You had noticed that Logan had broken away to probably visit the vast fishing supply section. There was a high possibility that he had dragged Alex as well. 

Max, Charles, and Arthur were standing next to the coffee. You shuddered as you remembered as all of them drank it straight black. The opposite of what the creamers and flavors were supposed to do. 

“You wanna get a drink and then walk around?” 

You nodded eagerly before grabbing one of the giant cups. A few drivers watched as you and Daniel filled the styrofoam with Dr. Pepper, before going to the coffee station to add cream. 

“What the hell did you just do?” 

Your eyes widened as you looked at Pierre, Max, and Charles (who all had disgusted looks on their faces). 

You held the big cup up as you swirled the liquid. “Dirty soda. It’s really good.” 

Arthur already had his cup, the same way that you did, except his had Root Beer. You had taught him the ways during early 2023 when you two were teammates. The younger Monegasque rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t look disgusted until you try it.” 

Charles still looked at him strangely. “That will completely mess up our diets.” 

Daniel’s hand clapped Charles’ shoulder. 

“That’s the point Charles. Now get a cup and start concocting.” 

You, Danny, and Arthur left them to their devices and confusion and headed for the beef jerky wall. Zhou was staring at all of the flavors with eyebrows pinched. You knew the look of a beef jerky lover with no clue which one to get. You quickly picked on up and handed it to him. 

“The Korean one is my favorite. But the ghost pepper and garlic are a close second.”

The Romeo driver showed you a quick smile before he walked away. You grabbed the flavors that Daniel and Arthur had asked for, as well as two bags for you. Your head swerved as you tried to find the two men. 

Your eyes widened as you heard Danny’s laugh, loud and clear above everything. Your feet quickly took you to the toy and clothing section. By the time you reached them, Daniel already had a onesie on. 

“Great idea Danny,” you said as you gave everything over to your boyfriend, who had smartly grabbed a basket. 

You were quick to put the pajamas on and pose with the Australian. The two of you fell into laughs as you tried to find Arthur’s size. By now, most of the grid came over to see what was going on. Lando’s eyes flashed with mischief as he tried to find ones in his and Oscar’s sizes. 

You grabbed a few off of the hangers and handed them to the drivers you thought would want one. You watched as George and Alex put them on and laughed as you saw that the pant legs were too small and came up before their ankles. 

Before you knew it, the entire grid was in once section. You and Arthur gave each other looks before dashing to Max and Charles, who immediately shook their heads. 

Max gave you a stern look. 

“No, I am not putting one on. End of st-”

Moments later, Max was brooding in a brown and red onesie. The twenty of you goofed around for almost three hours before Lewis suggested that it was time to leave. (He only said something when he noticed that you were dead asleep on Max’s back. And everyone knew that Max had the widest back so ergo, more comfortable for nappage.)  

“So that’s it. And I thought it would be a good idea to come dressed in these.” 

Charles began talking. “So again she sends a text at 5:30 am asking for everyone to wear the onesie.” 

You gave him a playful glare. “Once again, you did not have to wear it.” 

The Monegasque winked back at you (or tried to anyway). 

“But I look good in it non?” 

A scoff arose from Max. 

“You look good in anything mate.” 

You gasped as you looked at the cameras. 

“Everyone heard it right? Lestappen is real!” 

The rest of the group started to laugh loudly as Max and Charles blushed. You wiggled your eyebrows at the Dutchman, making him swat at you. 

You grumbled as you were led away from the conference. 

On Thursday, Arthur was glued to your side as you watched one of the F2 drivers use your car for free practice 1. You watched as he had his eyes sharp on the car, a sigh leaving his lips every so often. 

You bumped his side. 

“We can go to my room if you want to?” 

Arthur didn’t even respond as he made a beeline for it. You quickly took your headphones off before following him. It didn’t take long for you to catch up and slide into the room as he closed the door. 

The moment you turned around, Arthur had you pinned to the door, lips locked tightly. A small gasp left your lips as he pressed into your face. Your hands gripped the polo material and bunched it at his sides. You made quick work to stick your hands against his skin. He let out a small hiss at your cold fingers. 

“Your hands are never warm are they?” he mumbled against your lips. 

“Poor circulation,” you were able to mutter back before kissing him again. 

His left hand had made its way into your hair, lightly gripping the roots. He gently guided your head to the side and decided to attack your neck. 

You shook your head. “Marks. Please no marks.” 

Arthur respected your request as he placed a gentle kiss before going back to your lips. His right hand had made its way under your shirt. It was slightly going up before a knock at the door made him jerk it away.  

You sucked in a deep breath. 

“Yes?” 

“Kid, we’re needed in the garage,” Max’s voice sounded through the door. “Oh, and Charles is looking for Arthur, have you seen him?” 

You wanted to snort at the irony. You patted you hair a bit before responding. 

“I’ll let him know. Be out in a second.” 

You and Arthur held your breath as you heard his footsteps start to grow quiet as he walked away. 

Arthur smirked down at your flushed appearance, happy that he could make you as flustered as possible. 

“I will see you later then?” you asked, placing one last kiss on his lips. “After Sunday the guys are wanting to try to go line dancing if possible to celebrate for my birthday.” 

Arthur nodded excitedly as he stepped back, trying to straighten his shirt. 

“You go first, and I’ll follow a bit after.” 

The plan was a go as you snuck out of your room, looking around as you made your way to the open garage. 

Once Arthur thought he was in the clear, he poked his head out. Not seeing anyone directly, he also snuck around the door. His head was turned around, not seeing the body in front of him. He collided into a firm chest before whipping his head forward. 

He came face to face with Max. Arthur gulped as his hazel eyes met icy blue ones. Max just looked down at the scared 23-year-old. The Dutchman smirked before planning a hand on Arthur’s shoulders. 

“Use protection please,” was all Max said before turning around and walking in the direction that you were headed. 

Arthur glowed red at the statement before heading out. His face definitely matched the shade of his red Ferrari polo. 

Back in the garage, your mouth was wide open as you looked at the leaderboard. 

“How did a Williams get there?” 

The blue “W” shone brightly in the P1 spot. “SAR” was right next to it. 

Christian shook his head as he looked at his notebook. 

“They got an upgrade from Mercedes and decided to use it for this race.” 

Max also was boggled at the sight. You looked back at Christian, wanting to gulp with concern. 

“How are we looking?” 

The Brit sucked in a harsh breath. “Not the best. But we’ll get there.” 

“Hey kid!”

Your head whipped around at the sound of Mitch yelling your name. As you were gawking over the Williams positions, you were completely oblivious to the entirety of the garage getting closer and closer. In her hands was a small-ish white cake. A small Lightning McQueen figure was on top. You let out a small gasp as Max quickly lit the candles that were shaped in a 2 and a 1. 

Everyone soon began to sing a rendition of Happy Birthday. Toward the end of the verse, your eyes started to water. When the song ended, you lightly blew out the candles, earning several rounds of applause at something so miniscule to you. 

Yet, this act of kindness really showed how much your team loved you. Christian tried to shove your face into the cake but he really underestimated how strong your neck really was. If anything, your head didn’t move much. You just gave him a stink eye as you glared at him. 

Mitch gently set the cake in your hands as you just stared at it. The little candles illuminated the tears that were falling down. 

You looked up at everyone. Some were holding their phones, taking photos. Many where mechanics that you really had no relation to. 

You were able to croak out, “Thank you.” 

The cake was split up and soon many were munching down on small slices. You were tucked between Max and Mitch as you ate your slice. 

The Dutchman nudged you just a bit. “You seem quiet.” 

You swallowed as you looked down at the cake. “I’ve never really had this. I’ve only ever celebrated my birthday a couple of times before. A few with Enzo and then with Arthur last year. My teams have never done this before.” 

Max gave you a sad smile, silently noting to continue the tradition of getting a cake. 

On Sunday, “Not the best” became an understatement. 

You and Max had definitely done terribly in qualifying. You two made it out of Q2 by the skin of your teeth, all while Logan and Alex were happily in the top four. Q3 resulted in you and Max getting a respectable P4 and P7. The latter position making it difficult for the Dutchman to be happy with the weekend. 

During the parade on Sunday, you were standing next to the two Williams drivers. You leaned over. 

“So how did you switch out your cars for ours?” 

Logan laughed loudly, currently on cloud-9 as he was on his maiden pole position. Alex was a little jealous but was happy for the blond, since the 2023 season was not very kind. 

Alex decided to join in. 

“While you two were sleeping, we snuck out here and just swapped. Logan is pretty good with spray paint.” 

That had you laughing with your next stretched out and your head leaned back. Suddenly a hand was on your neck as you looked at the arm it was attached too. Oscar was looking at you with big round eyes while it was Lando who’s arm was at the junction of your shoulder and neck. 

You gave the two papaya boys a weird look before Oscar leaned over. 

“You have a little something on your neck.” 

Your hand quickly clapped onto your neck over Lando’s hand. You flushed bright red. 

“I told him no marks.” 

Max, who had seen the entire thing, came over and handed you his pullover. You muttered a quick thank you before pulling the oversized thing on. You just hoped that no one else saw. 

When you changed into your race suit, you stared at the red marks dotting your neck. 

“Arthur Leclerc, I’m going to kill you,” you mentioned to no one in particular. For the Austin Grand Prix you had a Captain America styled helmet. The red, white, and blue shone around the garage as you got into your car. 

You took a deep breath as you looked at the cars in front of you. Logan, Alex, and Oscar were all ahead. Lando, Charles, and Max were behind you. You felt a bit alienated from your teammate, who you normally were able to catch a bit of tunnel from on the way out to bold. 

It kind of reminded you of Monza. 

When it was lights out, you were quick on the throttle. You got the immediate jump on Oscar, putting you in P3 before the first turn. 

However, Alex was really using his degree and the masters in defense. You were frustrated at the Williams driver, yet you were really impressed with how he held you off. 

But, a slow pit stop for them and a fast one for you saw your Red Bull overtaking his easily. Yet, it seemed like the Brit had taken on a student. 

One that goes by the name of Logan Hunter Sargeant. 

You were so focused on your own race that before you knew it, you were over the line with the checkered flag waving freely. 

You pressed your radio button as you taxied. 

“Great race everyone. Congrats to Logan on his first win. Ah, I thought I had him in some places.” 

Mitch on the radio knew you sounded a bit dejected. Since the Azerbaijan race had been canced before the Singapore grand prix, she knew you wanted another race win soon. She knew you were expecting to take the win from Monza and ride on that high for as long as possible. But with a hard podium in Singapore and a car that didn’t work well in Austin, she could see you getting annoyed. 

“What was Max’s position?” 

“P4. The team had a bit of trouble with his tyres. So that’s Sargeant P1, you P2, and Piastri P3.” 

Your eyebrows raised. 

“Good job for Oscar.” 

You undid you steering wheel as you watched the American celebrate his win. The crowds seemed to roar for him as they did for you in Monza. You watched as he ran to his team, who welcomed him home with open arms. 

Funny, he got his first points in Austin last year, and his first win this year. 

Strange how the world worked. 

On the podium, you watched as the crowds placed their hands over their hearts during the Star Spangled Banner. As expected, Logan was shedding a few tears. Oscar looked so happy for the blond. COTA finally brought back the cowboy hats with the numbers on them instead of the flat caps. 

Your mind went back to the Lacy edits on Tik Tok. 

Finally, Logan was no longer being compared to Oscar. 

He could finally be himself. 

You and the Aussie were quick to douse the American in sticky champagne. Logan just laughed as he got sprayed, giving in knowing that he wasn’t going to win against the two of you. 

“Are we still going line dancing later tonight?” you asked him as the three of you stood for a picture. 

“Aw hell yeah! Bring it on Texas! Yee-haw!” 

You took the special cowboy hat off your head and tipped it to the crowd. The two boys doing the same. 

Yee-haw indeed.

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williamsracing the man, the myth, the formula 1 race winner! I guess our pronouns are USA

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logan4president RAAWWWW WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER

williamsduo Logan Sargeant win before GTA6

y/n.89 your Americanness is showing

logansargeant yes, and? y/n.89 do not quote ariana grande at me sir

y/n.nation the helmets today were peak >>>

logan2sarg I know right - the eagle on Logan's dannyric Daniel's hook'em horns one was immaculate

iamred_iamyellow so glad they brought back the cowboy hats for the podiums

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y/n.89 it's a real life boogey and a real life hoedown

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y/n.nation HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!!

leclercbros dang, she finally taught Arthur and Charles how to wear cowboy boots

leclerc4ever she just taught them how to dress period

formula_fan does anyone know what went down tonight lol

box_box_express so they went to a local bar, y/n and Daniel taught everyone how to line dance, surprisingly Logan and Oscar are very good at it formula_gossip I was also there, Carlos and max got on the mechanical bull, most of the grid was there, and Fernando was playing darts in the corner with Lando

maxverstappen1 happy birthday kid

y/n.89 thanks maxie! even if you didn't let me get the drink I wanted maxverstappen1 I don't think a fireball is an appropriate drink for your first one y/n.89 right...my first drink...totally

beyonce now that is how you celebrate

f1 YEE HAW

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[kakapim]

Playing devils advocate here.

I still think that Toichi being alive is ... a not very good idea, but... now that the shock has passed and I'm chill about it now, and have been rereading stuff... there Might Be Something Here.

My favorite theory about Toichi that saves his ass from being a completely shitty father is that the assassination attempt did not kill him, but DID leave him disabled somehow. Kinda of what happened to Kudo, except he wasn't shrunk.

That would explain:

1- Why he had to disappear for 8 years. I don't think Chikage could explain to a child that his father "had an attempt on his life and is now hiding" that would be hard to explain, and kids aren't the best at secret keeping.

2- Why Toichi left stuff behind for Kaito. Since he cannot perform magic tricks and parkour anymore, he let Kaito decide if he wanted to carry the mantle of being KID.

3-Why he still hasn't showed up. Remember that Kaito Corbeau was Chikage dressed as him, and in movie 27 is flashback from Yuusaku (as I've heard, I have not watched the movie). And he was dressed as Corbeau, so I guess we don't fully know how he's doing modern-day. Him being in Japan would be too much of a liability.

This stuff also explains why Kaitos room was timed. His door was going specifically open after 8 years, being 17, which is old enough to know the truth and not spill.

Interestingly enough, it seems this decision of making Kaito the Kid was not something Toichi and Chikage agreed on, judging by the fact she asked Kaito to stop being KID and move to Vegas (and the whole Corbeau fiasco) and seemed somewhat upset in the first manga chapter when she realizes Kaito had found out the secret room.

But despite all of this, it doesn't explain why Toichi couldn't have simply just... called him? Like once the door hit the timer, he could've just called the boy. Tell him "Hey son I am alive although not well. Yes, I was the thief KID. I dont know what you will do with this info but have fun I guess". Cmon. Unless the disability in question was amnesia or something.

The only thing that breaks this theory is the fact that apparently Corbeau has been making the rounds in Las Vegas... but as I said before, Chikage asked Kaito to come with her and get there. Which is curious... does she want Kaito to meet the real Corbeau? To know something that's been a secret? Def something to ponder about.

So yeah... Gosho might have burned the rice but he might be able to clutch this. What I'm saying is, while hating on Toichi is funny, perhaps we should be a little more patient to see what happens.

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 12 The Black Parade Episode

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Y'all done told be EVERYTHING, so I know the entire plot now.

THAT WAS A TEAR! KENTA IS CRYING!

I thought it wasn't just sweat last week but knowing he is actually crying as he thinks about their past did immediate damage to me, and now they are ALL standing there in the dark with Way and Pete highlighted by the blue, and, and, and . . . Kentana are you gonna die? You and Waymond are stressing me the fuck out!

Now that I know they are both enigmas, I can't see them the same. Are they using their superpowers on each other right now? Are they reading each other's minds? Are they trying to figure out how to get Kentana back, so they can make this poly?

Kentana, how many times are you going to have this man spit in your face before you realize that he ain't shit? Go to your room, turn on Billie Eilish's "Happier Than Ever" and really hear it. "Never told anyone anything bad cause that shit's embarrassing. You were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad."

The blue keys in front of the red product placement is all I need to be reminded that this show refuses to allow me peace.

Shocking absolutely fucking nobody, Kentana did not listen to "Happier Than Ever"

And now someone is gonna die because there are only so many ways for you and Waymundo to redeem yourselves, and if you have Jeffrey in all black, I'm worried it's gonna be your funeral we will be planning next, Kentana.

There is one episode left and I am death gripping the one time Vegas' Hedgehog wore blue because I will never get it again. I hate them.

Real question: Is Barbie pregnant? I know he is sad Charles is "dead" *eye roll* but he is taking pills, getting fruit thrown at him, and staring out into space. I would love to believe he is going through his Edward-left-Bella-so-she-was-super-duper-sad era, but now that I know pregnancy is on the table, that's all I can see.

Oh, thank goodness! Someone actually has a tracker on his phone! But Kimberly has been kidnapped, caught up in human trafficking, and is now beating up children. Bro, what was your life before it all went to shit? Do you ever call your mom and tell her these are your friends now? Are you even still racing? Nevermind. Go catch those kids.

The problem with black is the shades. Waymond's jacket looks green. Peter's pants look blue. And yet it still feels like we are preparing for a funeral. A real one this time. Not fake like someone else's *cough* Charles *cough*

Kentana, are you betraying Jeffrey as Big Red watches? Or are you asking him how Peter's been? Has he been well, without you? Is he dating anyone? What is his status with Way? Well, Jeffrey wouldn't know, but Peter x Waymond could be poly if you get out of that fucking house and stop kidnapping people!

Going from Kentana in that House of Horrors to Pete looking like this makes me understand why Kentana is out there kidnapping people. I'd feel some type of way too if my childhood crush looked like this and was getting chummy with a dude who looked like Way Way. Damn.

What the hell is this?! The cover of a boy band album? A meeting to discuss poly? The Thai version of Barbie where Ken(tana) explains why he won't leave the Mojo Dojo Casa House? AND WHY ARE ALL OF YOU WEARING BLACK?! Someone is gonna die.

Did Big Red know Kentana went to see Barbie and the other Kens?! Was he sent there by Big Red?! Kentana is really breaking my heart on his knees hugging this man like this. I want to slap Kentana all the time, but I also want to hug him and tuck him into bed with a moon nightlight calmly lighting up the room.

Let's stick him in a video game, so he can learn to love himself.

Push him down the stairs, Kentana! Do it. PLEASE! Shoulder check his ass at least.

Oh Lord, NO! Waymond, do not take a fucking bullet for anyone. You canNOT die by Whiny Winifred's bullet. I refuse to let you go out like that. You finally used your powers for good, but this is not the time to die.

Y'ALL DIDN'T EVEN GRAB THE BAG!

This is Mission Kim Possible all over again! How do you not grab the damn bag?! Waymundo looks so damn good in his suit, so thank God he is still alive, but what the fuck guys?! One job! SECURE. THE. BAG.

I hate how good everyone looks in black because I keep swinging through emotions. I'm terrified for everyone yet very attracted to everyone. All the guys connected to Big Red have been in black this episode regardless if it was their color or not, so I'm hoping that means the funeral will be Big Red's.

A cult meeting, in this economy? Villains make the dumbest decisions.

Waymond has some white on . . . over black. Please Mary, mother of God, do not let him do something stupid.

Alan, did you just say "eff them kids"? No. Not my Alan. He'll be back for them. Right. Right?

Peter is gonna Regina George his way into this Halloween party that he was not invited to just to cause some havoc. Mad respect.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

How the hell did Charles get there?! Did Barbie's dad tell him to go to the cult meeting? Dressed like that though? Did his spidey sense go off? So many questions, but all I know is Kentana better let them go, so he doesn't have to die.

Whiny Winifred better not get better at aiming in the final episode because I still need both of these two to wear blue TOGETHER.

WAYMOND, NO!!!!!!!!!!

Good to know it only took being kidnapped twice and (possibly) someone dying for Jeffrey to finally commit to the blue.

My nerves are wrecked. There was too much black this episode. Someone is going to die, and as much as I want it to be Big Red, I just don't feel good that Kentana is still on his bullshit, and Waymond keeps jumping in front of guns. Peter needs both of his boyfriends to live.

Also, Barbara, I already know you are immediately going to hug Charles next week, instead of having a moment to be pissed all the way off at him like you should be, so I'm going to start meditating on that right now. I've been mad at Charles the entire season, so I'll hold this grudge for both of us in the finale.

[kenlvry]

omg i just read the “getting caught making out” and was wondering if you could do it with craig’s gang aswell🙈

craigs gang getting caught making out

an: HELLOO!! i am back from vegas, my brother wasted 300 on gambling and i have never been so motivated to kill someone, also i tried wine and.... yeah idk how to feel oh also i am not making jimmy bc like i said idk how to potray him im so sorry :( also like always 16-17

clyde

hes so mad at you rn, how could you!! while he was out in the field sweating his ass off you were on the bleachers talking so gently to a boy.

he looked over to you and the boy had his arm wrapped around you while you laughed at his joke. but thanks to you he played well, out of jealousy and anger. after the game that they won, cheers could be heard and only then did you realize you literally missed your boyfriend's game. so now here you two were beside the bleachers making out, after the game he sulked and you reassured him with a kiss but one thing lead to another and you two are making out.

your back pressed against the metals while his hand hold your head so you don't feel the metal, his other hand cupping your face holding you close, it was slow and wet, he kissed so well you loved it when you maked out with him or kissed him he was always so experienced.

since you two were on the side bleachers that was far away from everything nobody could really see, stan and craig was searching for him because coach wanted to take a team photo for him to display, searching everywhere and giving up sitting on one of the bleacers. "dude where the heck is he" stan groaned leaning backwards on his seat. then they heard small pants

they looked at each other in somewhat shocked "are they doing what i think their doing?" craig said and peeked thinking it was some perv doing nasty shit but it was his dear friend making out with his girlfriend "clyde?" stan called out and you two jumped staring at the other two, stan looked annoyed and sighed loudly "just say yr jealous stan" clyde winked tilting his head to stan "celebrations can wait, coach needs you" craig said and went down pulling him by his clothing basically dragging him "call me babe!" you laughed lightly knowing if you dont call he'd show up infront of your house

tolkien

you loved this moment right here, you and tolkien making out without a care in the world. it started with him asking you to come over, thinking he wanted to play games or something but when you arrived he wasn't there, checking every corner still no tolkien. then you checked the backyard and there he was in a suit standing while holding flowers and behind him a table for two people.

you laughed at the sudden surprise, him coming to you grabbed your hand and kissed it "mlady" you laughed again at the fancy name he gave you. walking to the table "if i knew we were having a dinner date I would've worn something more fancy" , he wanted to go somewhere more fancy but this town is far from fancy so he resorted to the next best thing. he pulled your chair and you sat while he slowly pushed it.

it was the cutest thing ever, you two had a nice time and before you know it you two were making out , it was so romantic his kisses were delicate. he held your waist gently and the other holding your back so you don't fall over from him leaning you downwards trying to be romantic, your hands held his face not breaking the contact. he holds you so dear and making out with him makes you feel like you two are a married couple growing old tgt

but before you could feed onto your delusions even more, you could hear a familiar voice calling out on tolkiens voice, it was his mom and dad. you both quickly broke the kiss and greeted them, tolkien said they weren't gonna come home until tmr but they stopped by to grab something and you thought you were going to be bribed 10 million dollars to break up with him but you saw them converse with smiles on their face.

leaving the house with a "invite her for dinner next time sweetie" you blushed a little "now where did we left off?" he said and pulled you for another kiss

tweek

boy oh boy does he look stressed rn, he is a cash register, waiter and the one making the coffee at the same time . every minute his twitching worsened, you laughed at how cute he was from the glass door, entering with a ding caused by the bell, tweek shouted "welcome to t-tweek bros!" from the counter while making coffee and when he saw who came he smiled so brightly

keeping professional and trying his best to not hug you tightly while crying about the shitty customers he just smiled while waiting for you to order. "just a water babe, dont wanna stress you out more" you smiled and he smiled back making the water and giving it to your table "how long til your shift ends?" you question while drinking your water "ngghh five minutes!" you hummed at the answer and he walked away

his shift finally ended so now here you two were making out in the break rooms, it was suppose to be him complaining abt the customers today but i guess he had other plans, it was sloppy, it seem as though he didnt even want to kiss you. you smiled at how rushed he was and pulled away, your current position is being pinned onto his locker while he cups your face, your hand on his shoulders pushing him. he looked slightly confused on why you pushed him but you flipped him over so he was pinned against the locker you being shorter grabbed his face and tip toeing to kiss him and he just hold your waist not knowing were else to place his hands

when it seemed like it was getting steady and he wasn't twitching as much the doors opened with a bitchy voice followed "tweek your shift ended right? lets pl- the fuck" tweek jumped at the sudden intrusion " argh! this isn't what it looks like! i mean it is! i mean!" you placed your hand on his shoulders and the rest of the boys walked in "damn tweek i didn't know you were kinky like that" kenny said making the others laugh "shut up!" tweek said as you all walked out, they continued to tease tweek abt this for a couple of days (by they i mean cartman and sometimes jimmy) until you forced them to stop, tweek always kiss at home now, specifically your house, hes too nervous someone will disturb you two.

craig

you dont know how it lead to this but uh here you two are in his kitchen making out... i know how though. you came over to hang out with him......maybe you shouldve come a little later bc rn red racer is on and he refuses to talk to you until after red racer is over. that show is sooooooooo boring to you, you can't say that though.

and damn how long is this show on?? its been 20 minutes now and you two are halfway through the episode. attempting to talk to him again he shushes you and says "wait until red racer is over" for the 100th time you sigh knowing you have to wait even though craig knew impatience is one of your strong personalities.

you decide to go to the kitchen to relieve your thrist, opening the fridge literally eyeing it for a drink and opening and closing it hoping a drink will appear. finally you see water right infront of your fucking eyes,you drink some then put it back, closing the fridge and when your about to turn around someone hugged you. the smell of the cologne was easy to identify, craigs dad.

jk its craig , he wouldn't let go even if you tried, "craig." you said sternly in defeat "sorry, red racer is over now what did you want to talk about?" laying his head in your shoulder, his breath on your neck. you sighed and just when you were about to run he flipped you over to the counter, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on the counter his hand trapping you in "my parents aren't coming home for awhile" he winked "so?" you said in confusion and he just kissed you so yeah now you two are making out

his kisses was lovingly, and sensual... although he doesn't seem experienced he's good at kissing, you put your hand on his shoulders and his hands now on you waist one of them travelling further down to your thigh. as you two were enjoying the moment the door opened, quietly though. you two of course didn't hear it and kept making out and you hear something drop. you two looked over at the door to see almost every boy in the 4thgrade (the relevant ones ofc) butters has dropped his book and was in shock he ran home muttering smthn abt we can only kiss after marriage.

everyone just stood there staring at each other "so are you js gonna stand there?" craig broke the silence "do you want us to come to you then?" cartman said in a sarcastic tone which made craig flip him off "leave" and they left, wow. "isn't that too rude? poor them" you said pitifully looking back at the door. "forget them, your focus is me, where were we hm?" he said as his hands gently pulled you to look in his direction.

[xoxo-author]

What Happens in Vegas Part 2

Note: Not quite sure how I feel about this one but here we are! I am definitely planning to make this into a series, regardless of my shitty writing! Hopefully it's not awful! I also tagged some people because they asked in the first part and that is so exciting! Thank you!

Jake Seresin x FemReader

Warnings: Shitty writing (as usual), drinking

I halt as I enter the kitchen, eyes locked on the open sliding glass door, "Hangman, did you leave the backdoor open?"

"No, I've been upstairs waiting on your ass to finish getting ready."

Rolling my eyes, I head over to the door before pulling it shut and ensuring the lock is in place. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over the backyard, which in reality was the beach. There was a feeling that washed over me that caused a shiver to run down my spine as I gazed out but I didn't have time to dwell on it as I heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. 

Shaking my head, I turned back towards the counter to get my clutch, opening it to make sure I had everything I needed. 

"You clean up nice." 

My head snaps up to see Hangman standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking very sharp in his outfit. Hangman was busy fixing his shirt cuffs which gave me a bit to look over him. His white dress shirt hugged him rather nicely, his biceps on display and his shoulders looking even more broad than normal. His pants fit him nicely, not too tight but not too loose. Not a single hair was out of place.

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself." 

While I wasn't conceited, like some people ( cough cough Hangman), I thought I looked decent. The lilac-colored dress didn't look awful like I thought it would.  I was a bit nervous about the strapless A-line part but it turned out to be great, not to mention I was in love with the "ruffle" slit up the leg. 

Grabbing his jacket off the counter and the keys out of the bowl, Hangman looks at me, "Ready?" 

Nodding, I follow Hangman out of the house, mumbling thanks as he opens the car door for me. He handed me his jacket before closing the door and heading to the driver's side. 

Hangman and I seemed to have fallen into the husband-and-wife routine pretty easily over the last month. I was a bit worried when we first moved in, I wasn't quite sure how our lives were going to intertwine with each other. I had so many questions; How would we decorate? How would our routines coincide with each other? How would this impact the next eleven months? How are we going to convince people that we were given this whole marriage thing ago? Are we going to end up hating each other after this? How would my ex react?

I am genuinely shocked with how well it was going. Hangman was, unsurprisingly, very neat. The first night we moved in, everything was unpacked and put away. He built furniture like a madman and tore down boxes like his life depended on it. I was also very shocked to learn that he is a good cook. Now I can throw down in the kitchen so I am usually the one doing all of the cooking but when Hangman manages to get in there, it's good. So far our routines work out great, he works out in the morning and goes to work, I make his lunch in the morning, and then go to work. By the time we get home, whoever gets home first has dinner ready by the time the other gets home, we eat, chat, and either sleep or sit out on the deck.

                                                                            *********

"Mrs. Seresin!" 

A smile breaks out on my face as my eyes land on Phoenix making her way towards me, "Mrs. Floyd!" 

I wrap my arms around her and give her a tight squeeze before pulling back to look at her, "The ceremony was beautiful Phi! How does it feel to be a married woman?"

She briefly moves her head to look at Bob over at the pool tables before turning back to me, "It's an amazing feeling!"

I tightly squeeze her hands, "I am so happy for you!" 

"Where's Hangman?"

Shrugging my shoulders, "He told me he would meet me in here." 

As soon as the ceremony was over and everyone was making their way up to the beach to head into the bar, Hangman told me to go in and that he would meet me in there. Didn't tell me why or give me a chance to respond, just walked off.

"Well, go get yourself a drink and then head over to our spot, I will meet you all there as soon as I can."

Smiling at her, I turn on my heel and head towards the bar. The bar was filled with uniforms. Everywhere you looked, you were hit with a Navy uniform. 

Squeezing into a space at the bar, I smile at Penny when she waves and starts to make my go-to drink. "Penny, can you add Hangmans too?" 

She nods before going back to making the drinks and talking to Mav. 

"Bride or groom?" 

Turning to the right, my eyes land on a young man in a Navy uniform leaning against the bar. This man barely looked old enough to be in here. "Both."

Inching a bit closer to me, the youngster says, "I'm here for Bob, we were deployed together a bit ago." 

I nod with a smile, "It's great you came."

"Want to dance?"

Shaking my head, "No thank you." 

Penny places my drinks in front of me before hurrying off to help someone else. 

"Two drinks? Need help drinking them?" 

Before I could answer someone pressed their chest up against my back, "Her husband will help her."

Tilting my head back, I see Hangman staring down at the young sailor who looks a bit scared. 

Hangman doesn't let the kid say anything else before he slides in between him and me, bringing up his hand that held my jacket, "I figured you would be cold so I went to the car to grab it."

I gently take it from his hand and slip it on, "Thank you."

Hangman hands me my drink before grabbing his, nodding his head towards the back of the bar where everyone else is, "Fancy getting your butt kicked in pool?"

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[darkcrowprincess]

Byler being dramatic idiots:

Mike twirling Will around, Will laughs: I'm telling you Will senior year is going to be great! It's going to be our year!

Will laughs: Your really think so?

Mike with the biggest smile in the world, stares into Wills eyes: I know so! No more upside down, no more gates, no more crazy governments or monsters! It will be smooth sailing from here on out.

As if to jinx them, Mr Clarke comes up behind the two boys: Oh, Mr. Byers (both Will and Mike stop to turn to him, Mike quickly putting Will back on his feet embarrassed), your interview with the New York Academy of the Arts has been rescheduled from three to three-thirty.

Mike shocked turns to Will as Mr Clarke leaves: New York? What’s that about?

Will blushes and turns away from Mike.

Mike confused: Will?

Will nervous but trying to fake being calm, turns to put his books in his locker: Oh, it’s just a silly interview, it’s nothing, not a big deal. These people in New York saw some of my artwork and liked it.

Mike is at first, so happy for Will/proud of him it shows on his face. He looks like he wants to kiss him to congratulation him. But his happy look changes, turns quickly to sadness as he has an unfortunate realization.

Mike's famous Mike grumpy temper slowly showing: Will Byers, when we were little kids, you promised me that we’d go to the same college together.

Will nervous and blushing: Oh I did say that? Didn't I?

Mike angry now: Yes! And you also told me that if I graduated high school, you’d take me to Las Vegas.

Will has been secretly trying to rip the bandage off because he doesn't think Mike loves him back: Right, Vegas. We were going to get El to help us cheat at gambling. I know, I didn't forget.

Will tries to nervously leave, but Mike firmly, but gently grabs Will's shoulder and turns him back around to face him.

Mike secretly hurt, but hides it with anger: Im happy you got the interview Will. Believe me I am! You deserve it. But you know I could never get into an art school. Especially one in New York! What's the deal Will?

Will showing his sad anime eyes: Well, New York is one of the many places I'm applying for schools Mike . I’m also applying to California and San Francisco. You know I need to leave this town Mike. I can't stay here.

Mike gasps theatrically, bringing his hand to his heart.

Mike being a drama queen: California and San Francisco? We never discussed those!

Will now being sassy and giving back at Mike, hands on his hips: Well, it doesn’t have to be California or San Francisco, Michael, it can be any places from your list. What’s on your list?

Mike really upset now, throws his hands in the air: You wanna know what’s on my list? Number one I don’t need a list, because my best friend, that I've know since we were 5! Wouldn’t apply to any schools I couldn’t get into!

Will worried and guilty: Your list makes me feel guilty.

Mike: Good!

Mike turns angrily, opening his locker.

Will: Mike, it's, you know, it’s early, I have no idea what my plans are. Nothing is definite.

Mike slams his locker shut.

Mike sounding like an angry house wife now: Oooooh. Interesting. YOUR plans. Not OUR plans. Hmmph. That's really great Will!

Mike crosses his arms over his chest, pressing his lips together. Will gets distracted by them. He stares at them.

Mike is too angry to notice.

Will shakes his head, and gets grumpy now too: Don’t you take that tone with me, Micheal Wheeler.

Mike turning his back to Will: I’m not taking any tone. If you want to go to college in New York, then go. It's perfectly fine! GREAT even! In fact, go now. Give you plenty of times to start making your new artsy college friends.

Mike walks away in a huff, nose in the air.

Will realizes he messed up follows: Wait Mike! Mike! Mike come back!

Mike not listening: I'm sure New York will love to have you Will! As I said you definitely deserve it! Send me a postcard!

Will: Your being dramatic!

Mike still walking away all dramatic: Well I'm sure you'll find less dramatic artsy friends in New York!

Will rolls his eyes: You are being ridiculous!

Will follows Mike out the door of the school. Both of them unaware how they sound like a married couple or how Lucas, Dustin, Max are walking behind them listening and staring at them.

Max: they're both idiots.

Lucas agreeing with Max: Yeah.

[formulalfc]

hear me out!!! lance x virgin!reader where they are dating and they haven’t really done anything yet and she goes to a race with him and it’s also the first time they stay the night together and seeing him shirtless in just his boxers does something to her and she is like “i feel weird.” and lance is like “baby whats wrong” and she is liek “it’s tingly down there like idk” and lance is like “ohhh…” and he touches her for the first time and by the end of it she is like i did NOT know that’s what that felt like.

omg i am loving this, thank you for your req and i hope you like!!

okay so you guys have like just got back to your hotel room after the vegas gp and you're so glad to be back because you've been feeling weird for a while now. like when you were watching lance race you just like couldn't sit still and you have this like weird feeling in your belly that you've never had before. and so as soon as you get back you flop down on the bed, eyes following lance as he shuffles around the room and you start to feel a bit better, content now that you're back in a safe space without loads of people around you. but when he starts to undress that weird feeling comes back again, you're getting frustrated cause you can't figure out why you feel like this but you know it has to be something to do with your boyfriend. and so of course you speak up and tell lance that's somethings wrong and he goes into full mother hen mode, feeling your head for a temperature asking you how you felt. and you're telling him that you feel really tingly in your stomach when you look at him and you don't know what it is. you see the look of realisation cross his face and he's kinda smiling to himself as he tries to figure out a way to explain. but instead he tells you he can make you feel better and to lie down and trust him. and he's taking your clothes off and you're a bit confused at first, not really sure on how that's going to help, until he's gently caressing you from over your panties and you feel soooo much better now that he's making you feel good. and you finish sooo quickly cause he's so good at what he's doing, and he's asking you if you feel better or if you want to carry on, cause he will go take a cold shower if you don't want to do anymore. but you're looking at him and telling him you want him and so he's getting you ready for him, loving look in his eyes the whole time. and he's kinda emotional cause like you trust him so much and he really appreciates it cause he has always had to work so hard for peoples trust and approval and here you are letting him take complete control of the whole situation. when he feels like you're ready for him he's so slow and gentle with it, taking it as slowly as he can, pressing kisses all over your face to distract you from any pain you might be feeling. and when he's finally in you both groan cause it feels so good and your urging him to move and he does but he keeps it all soft and slow but he's making sure to hit that spot with every thrust. after you guys are finished you're just lead their in complete shock before rolling over to tell him you had no idea that sex was that good or you would have done it wayyy sooner. and he's laughing and pulling you into him and realising that he's definitely so in love with you.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[sai-lec]

People are platforming sainz way too much when he’s the worse driver in ferrari just because he had his appendix removed like that makes him the most amazing driver ever he really shouldn’t have gotten driver of the day nevermind a win when Charles did so much more and gave him the position

the way im just trying to enjoy my enchiladas oh my god anyway i wasn’t gonna answer just straight up carlos hate asks bc it’s pointless yet here i am

i just find it really interesting that people act like liking carlos = hating charles and vice versa bc that’s the common thread ive been seeing across what people have been saying in my inbox and also in reblogs etc etc . it’s always utilising charles to degrade carlos and specifically his driving performances which in all honesty is very disrespectful to the team as a whole

but the reason that carlos has been getting so much media attention is because there are huge circumstances around him this season . he entered the season not having a seat for next year; people were curious- how would he react? how was he going to prove himself as deserving of a competitive seat for 2025? was the decision going to impact his relationship with the team etc etc etc . there was a lot of questions around him going into the season . especially after the shitshow of the last few races of the 2023 season between his vegas penalty and the god awful tyre strategy they had him on that ruined his race in abu dhabi.

bahrain peaked people’s interest in him- between the ‘im faster’ and team fighting on track (might i add is what you all wanted to see charles do in australia because the team orders were holding him back but got really pissed off that carlos had the gall to fight in bahrain when charles’ pace was thrown off by his breaking issues) . seeing carlos come into the season with so much uncertainty surrounding him and his performance and seeping him qualify second row abd taking a podium on the first race of the season generated more excitement. he was showing the beginnings of a promising final season with ferrari which is a pretty big deal . so of course there is going to be a huge media buzz around him . everyone expects the red bulls to do well it’s not breaking news when max verstappen wins but a driver with nothing to lose driving like he has nothing to lose is an interesting story . it’s journalism girl.

regarding the appendix, again this just adds to the excitement about him . it’s all narrative . like obviously people were shocked when he was diagnosed with appendicitis and it invited jokes about alex albon and his appendicitis which spurred on the media attention . and showing up to watch the race 24 hrs after his surgery of course nobody expected that because he was literally there against doctors orders- which yet again is going to garner a lot of buzz that he is dedicated enough to the team to show up so quickly after surgery .

when it comes to him racing post appendectomy again it’s so obvious that this is something that the media will want to pick up ‘f1 driver takes first non-redbull win in 10 races 2 weeks after surgery’ is a great base headline . that’s journalism baby . but it got people talking because in all honesty he really shouldn’t have been in that car it’s clear that he’s still pretty in pain and people were curious - how will he perform? will he even make it through practise? is he recovered enough to drive? will he have to stop mid race? have they made accommodations to his car to take pressure off his wounds? like you have to remember the toll these cars have on the body of the driver especially across the core. it’s incredibly impressive for someone to get in the car in the process of recovering front any surgery. and for carlos to be still in the late stage of recovery and to pull such impressive results in qualifying and the race is impressive . objectively he had physical hinderance and raced extremely well in spite of it . people are going to talk about it because it is pretty impressive.

as for carlos winning driver of the day again people are just excited . voted him driver of the day in bahrain for his sheer fucking audacity and pulling the first podium of the season which got peoples hopes up for ferraris performance for the rest of the season . he got driver of the day in bahrain because people were extremely impressed with how he raced given his physical circumstances . yes i think charles was also a contender for driver of the day because he also had a great race with the ferrari 1-2 and his defending against the mclarens but driver of the day is a fan vote and people will be voting for what generated the most excitement for them thing the race .

i also wouldn’t say charles GAVE him the position- he already had it . what you’re looking o say is that you’re disappointed charles didn’t have the opportunity to fight for the win. which yeah i get it i would also like to see a charles win this season and some more fighting on the track . but what we need to understand is that this point in time where charles was a few seconds behind carlos the priority was to defend against lando who was showing really good pace at which point charles has to decide if it’s worth trying to close the gap of around 5 seconds or defend against lando who was 2-3 seconds behind him . and obviously at the end he couldn’t increase his speed under the vsc . it’s just racing circumstances .

anyway my point is . is it really that deep in the end . yes carlos is getting a lot of attention right now but it’s just because there’s literally so much going on around him between his career uncertainty illness surgery and stellar performance in the early season . there is no plot against charles or whatever u think is happening and i’m willing to place my life savings that if another driver went under for surgery and pulled those results there wouldn’t be half the backlash as we r seeing . this is just how media works . people are interested in him right now . it’ll pass . we are only 3 races into the season . chill .

[sixties-girl]

Are you lonesome tonight in Vegas?

Plot: You are in a trip to las Vegas because Elvis was going to offer a few concerts the same days you were there. You were feeling kinda lonely but that night you would get some good company to your side.

(It is mostly a fluffy thing and I tried my best to keep it free of orthographic mistakes).

--How fun! We will sure have a great time there.

-- Yeah, yeah, in special in casinos, hopefully I win some deal ‘cause then I could end up like Nicolas Cage in that movie.

--Damn Rodrick, if that is the case, we will better keep you far from those casinos- coments Joe giving a smooth elbow to his friend.

5 friends and one destination: Fabulous Vegas, or Sin City as it is use to be called. In fact, your friends wanted to go mostly to sin going to casinos wasting all their savings(in the best of the cases) in slots machines or russian roulettes while they already had a few cocktails.

Meanwhile you, you had nothing to do with that, you just were in their plan because Elvis Presley was going to have a few concerts in the International Hotel from las Vegas the same days you will be there.

It was summer of 1969 and he barely had cameback to stages a year ago with his Special Comeback TV special. You were in your twenties and you have been his fan since your teens thanks to some secondary school friends but you were excited to see him performe live after all that decade just recording some movies here and there.

The thing is that you were the only one of your friends who wanted to go to see him so you would go by yourself. Once in Vegas evening and with all your stuff already in your hotel rooms, your friends left you in the International Hotel and tell you to call them later.

You enter by yourself and wow, the space is all full of people, some smarter dressed than others. You are lucky enough to have a spot so close to the stage.

Lights turn off and there he is. He even looked more handsome in person, you were delighted by his physical appearence and the way he moved around that stage.

His black satin suit also helped to hug his torso perfectly fine while his singing live was incredibly good. He is now singing “Are you lonesome tonight?” which described perfectly how you were feeling that night.

You giggled because it seems as if he was pointing you while singing this sentence of the song and you would nod just in case he noticed it.

When the shows comes to an end, you are so excited and yet so sad it already ended this great time you had in his concert, not ready for going back outside to face Sin City but before you thought about it, a random man approaches and says:

--Hello young lady, before you leave, would you like to meet Mr.Presley more personally?.- you can’t believe him, is some kind of joke?

--If you are trying to get me I am sorry but I don’t have time for that.- before you turn around, he grabs you shoulder.

--I am being serious, he wants to meet you right behind the stage, just follow me!

You doubt but you don’t have nothing to lose after all so you follow him wherever he leads you.

You arrive in front of a door, it says “dressing room”. The guy knocks and the door opens, and yes, it is opened by Elvis Presley.

--E, here she is...what is your name?.- you are in shock right now, even trembling a little bit of meeting him that close.

--I-i am, y/n.

--You are a bit nervous, aren’t you? Don’t worry honey, I am sure that once you will know me better, you will really relax.- Elvis smiles right at you, gosh, he really knows how to captivate you.

He grabs you around your waist and invites you to enter inside. Once there, you just take sit on a random couch while you watch him lightining one of his characteristic cigars. He is staring right to you, directly to your soul:

--So y/n, I will ask you here and again, are you lonesome tonight?.- he does the last part singing it. You giggle at that.

--Yeah, I am, none of my friends wanted to come with me to watch you performe.

--Oh really? Where are they now?,- he sits right next to you, that makes your heart skip faster.

--I don’t know, probably all drunk and with all their savings wasted.

--That doesn’t sound very nice, I don’t think they are the best company for a sweet and beautiful girl like you, don’t you agree?.- he puts his arm around your shoulders, what is he doing?

--Well, to be honest, I didn’t like their plan since the beggining, I just wanted to go to your concert because I have been a fan of yours since I was a young teenager.- you give him a sweet smile that melts him inside.

--Very good girl, how old are you honey?

--I am 23.- you feel how he is getting closer and closer and you don’t know if to stay or walk away.

He nods and then takes your chin up for meeting those beautiful blue eyes of his.-- You know, since I saw you on stage I instantly wanted to meet you, you are not just a very pretty girl but also a sweet and smart one and you shouldn’t be around this city all by yourself, more now that it is all dark, so.--his face is very close to your ear and lowers his voice, almost like a whisper.-- Would you mind if I made you some company tonight?

You shiver at his suggestion, is he really meaning what you think he is meaning? Elvis had always this fame of womanizer having some affairs here and there, even now that he is married and recently became a dad.

Still, you actually needed some company, otherwhise you will have to manage to go to your hotel and you didn’t want to deal with your friends sequels of “living las Vegas”. He has been treating you good until now as well.

--What happens my girl? Don’t you want to spend some time with me? I won’t do nothing you don’t want to if that is what worries you.- he gets a bit apart for giving you some space but you grab his hand.

--No! It is okay Elvis, I would rather stay here tonight with you than anywhere else.- you get closer to him. This is actually a dream for you, you just felt a bit overwhelmed, that’s it.

--What a relieve to hear that, you really got me scared doll.- he hugs you tight.-- Maybe we should go somewhere else, to get some fresh air.

--You are right, but where we could go?

--I know a place that I am sure you will be amazed with but I have to ask you something first.- he looks attentively at you.-- Are you scared of heights baby?

--A bit, yes.- Elvis stands up of the couch and grabs your hand while you get up as well.

--Don’t worry, you can always hold on to me, I will catch ya’.

He seems very convinced to bring you wherever place he has in mind. You get out of dressing room, facing some glances, probably thinking you were another one-night stand of his.

You get inside an elevator from the International Hotel and Elvis presses the highest level button.

When the doors open, you find yourself in a huge terrace, quite crowded because there is some kind of event going on. You observe a little scenario with some band playing on the background as well as a large mini bar table on the right where people order their drinks.

On the left there is a balcony with beautiful and yet imposing views from las Vegas, and in the middle there is even a little swimming pool! You are so amazed that for a second you forgot that Elvis is talking right to you:

--Doll.- laughs a bit.-- That stunned are you by the place that you forgot about me?

--Maybe.- you say a bit teasing.-- But seriously, this is incredible Elvis, thank you for bringing me here.

--I suggest we get some drinks first, I think I haven’t drunk since I performed.

--Good idea.- and you both go to the mini bar. You order a piña colada for you while he takes a glass of cola. He looks at your drink curiosly:

--What is it?

--Piña colada, is one of my favorite cocktails ever, would you like to try some?.- you sip a bit of it.-- It tastes good, other times they would just put me too much alcohol.

--I don’t like alcohol in general but I will just try it for a bit.- he takes the drink and shows a surprised reaction in his face.-- Yeah, not bad, it is very sweet, now I understand why you have this sweet essence in you.

You blush at his answer while you sip more from your glass. He really knew how to make compliments, no wonder why women were in love with him.

Elvis takes your hand and brings you right in front of the balcony. While being there he pases one of his arms behind your back and holds you there:

--I told you that I would be holding you, remember sweet thing? I think I should call you my little piña colada.- he laughs at his own wisecrack.

--Why not piñita? Means little pineapple in Spanish.

--Really? It really suits you this nickname, so yeah, my sweet piñita that I just met today and made my night better.

You giggle with how cute he says the word piñita. He holds you closer with his arms and you look at him up while he takes your chin up. You can’t stop looking at those eyes of his and this time you don’t feel any nervous anymore as in the dressing room. He gets closer to your face and whispers:

--I would like to taste more of that pineapple and coconut flavors, could I get some more y/n?

You get shocked because it may be the first time he actually called you by your name after calling you by lots of nicknames. Suddenly you feel his lips on yours ones. Elvis starts kissing you in a gentle way, sweet you would say.

You close your eyes for feeling better that kiss of his that starts to be more passionate and needy, as if he had been waiting all night for this moment. You feel his tongue exploring your whole mouth while both your tongues weave together.

You start gasping a bit since you start feeling the lack of air but you can’t stop, this kiss may be the best one you ever had.

You notice how his hands go lower from your back, is he grabbing your ass in front of everyone else? Yes, he does.

You feel more the lack of air and you let him notice it, getting apart from you:

--Did you like it my darling? I dare you did looking at your face right now.- you feel your cheeks hot, hot because that piña colada was taking its effect, hot because that kiss left you wanting more and hot as well because some people were looking directly at you both.

--I did, you are a really good kisser Mr.Presley, and a naughty one as well.- you give him a flirty look.

--Naughty? Oh my lovely piña colada, you have barely seen the tip of the iceberg of how naughty I can actually be. I can show you a lot more than this y/n.

The situation was getting out of handle. Despite you were enjoying this flirting with Elvis, you knew that in whatever moment you could end up in his suite and the rest would come over.

At this point, you just were really tired after the whole journey to las Vegas and the concert and what came later after that. You yawn a bit and he notices it:

--Are you tired baby?.- you nod at his question.-- If you want, you can sleep at my place, the bed is huge so there’s enough space for both of us.

You look at him not trusting too much if it is a good idea to enter inside “his territory”.

--Plus where would you go anyways? I can’t leave such a sweetie like you in a place like this, all by yourself.- he looks at you with concerning eyes.- I promise I only have good intentions with you.

He is right though, you don’t have nowhere else to go and paying one night in this hotel is quite expensive for your own pocket.

You agree in going to his place after all since tiredness and the last effects of that cocktail weren’t helping you so you both go straight to the elevator.

You go down a few levels and walk through the long corridors from the building. He makes you stop in front of a door that opens and lets you enter first.

Wow, he wasn’t lying when he said that the bed was huge. And not just that but the whole room felt expensive.

But that was the least important thing. You quickly get off your shoes, that were killing you at this point, and lay down on that bed.

--Gosh y/n, you really were looking forward to lay down, didn't you?.- he laughs while approaching where you are lying:

--Hm, I wasn't lying when I told you, it has been a harsh day for me.- you yawn while you turn your face to the pillow.

--Oh no pretty baby, you can't hide that gorgeous face of yours yet.

--I can't keep my eyes opened anymore Elvis.- you murmur down the pillow.

He gets up for turning lights off and gets to lay next to you, hugging you from your back.

--Good night piñita , I hope you rest well and that you didn't feel lonesome tonight.- he whispers to you ear. You laugh softly since his whisper has given you tickles.

You wished him good night as well. He couldn't see it but you started smiling, not believing yet who was spooning you. Definetly you weren't feeling lonesome that night anymore.

I hope you enjoyed it! :)

[solo6677]

High Stakes -Gambling for Your Soul

A man comes into a casino and gets accused of cheating. Be careful who you accuse of cheating you just might lose your soul.

In the heart of the city that never sleeps, where fortunes are won and lost with the roll of the dice, stood the most exclusive and luxurious casino in town, the Sapphire Pearl. The owner, a formidable woman in her early forties, was as sharp and cunning as they came. Her name was Diamond Mitchell, and she had earned a reputation for her ruthless business tactics and her keen eye for spotting cheats. One night I put that to the test.

It was a rainy Thursday night and I had just entered the Sapphire Pearl Casino. As I sat down at the high limit blackjack table I noticed the buy-in was $100 a hand. I bought in for $550. Then I had a surprisingly good string of luck. I started my game with seven blackjacks in a row. My luck continued after that. I ended up winning 15 hands in a row against the dealer. At the end of the first hour I had won fifty thousand dollars. I made sure I tipped the young male dealer well and also bought the table a round of drinks twice.

However unknown to me the eyes in the sky,surveillance must have noticed something or thought they noticed something. They then called the owner of the casino in her office. She then checked the monitors over and over to see what I might have done. Then she came downstairs to confront me at the table.

I was enjoying my time at the table. I had just finished my third beer and was chatting with the dealer and the other gamblers about sports. Suddenly a blonde caucasian woman dressed in a white blouse and gray skirt stood beside me. She came down to see how I was winning so much. The well endowed woman watched a few hands from the dealer and then pulled me aside.

She said in a threatening manner "I see you've joined the long list of fools who thought they could cheat in my casino. Big mistake. You'll pay back every penny, one way or another."

I looked at her quite shocked. Before I could even say anything two massive security guards pulled me off the table and took me up to her office. Diamond was already there. She sat herself on the edge of her desk, crossing her arms and staring down at me. She sighed dramatically, glancing down at her long red manicured nails as the security guards left and closed the door behind them. That just left her and I alone in the room.

She then stared at me for a while thinking she was going to be tough. “So what kind of person comes into my casino and cheats me out of my money?”

I simply told her “I'm sorry, are you talking to me?”

The very attractive blonde smiled, “of course I'm talking to you, who else would I be talking to?” She studied me with an amused grin.

“Well” I said “number one I didn't cheat and number two what is your name?” I said back with a sly smirk.

She again looked at me with that accuser look”oh sweetheart I know you're lying. And as for my name it's Diamond Mitchell, I am the owner of the casino.

I looked back at her and chuckled. I said “no, what's your real name?”

Diamond again looked at me.” Darling Diamond is my real name.”

I laughed, “So you have a stripper's name as your real name, that's. cute.”

Diamond had a bit of a smile on her face. “ That is my real name .I was a stripper here in Las Vegas and used my real name on stage because it sounded fake.” She smiled even bigger. “I was even the head dancer at the biggest strip club in town.”

I shook my head at her,” sure it is.”

Now Diamond was getting mad. “That is my real name. I am the owner of this casino and I caught you cheating red-handed.”

I looked at Diamond deep within her Sapphire blue eyes. “Where do you have any proof that I was cheating?

Diamond looked at me.”How else do you explain winning $50,000 in an hour? Nobody does that here and I mean nobody.”

I chuckled at her “well I guess that makes me Mr Nobody huh” I could tell she was not amused. She just glared back at me, obviously upset. Before she had had the chance to say another word I made her an offer she couldn't refuse.“I'll tell you what. I will make you an offer. play me one hand of five card poker.” I grinned confidently “If you have the better hand I will give you the money back two times the amount, so $100,000. However if I have the better hand I get the money back, ownership of the casino itself, and I want your soul.”

She laughed heartily, shaking her head.”my you're quite the negotiator aren't you. But I think I can live with those terms.” It was pretty clear she didn't hear everything I said but I didn't repeat it. She then grabbed a piece of paper and had me write down the terms. She obviously didn't read it either because I didn't change anything. We both signed it to make sure it was official and then got ready to play our game.

Diamond then got on her phone and called for a poker dealer to come up to her office. About 15 minutes later a very attractive brunette, who looked to be in her mid twenties, brought a new deck of cards up with her. She wore a sapphire button up dress shirt and had black slacks on. The attractive woman then introduced herself politely and professionally." Hello, my name is Sarah and I will be your dealer tonight.”She then sat down in the middle seat of the poker table in the office. Sarah opened the cards and started to wash the cards. That meant she put the cards on the table and made sure they were mixed up extremely well. The pretty brunette then picked up the cards, put them back in the deck and cut them. After she cut the deck Sarah also made sure to shuffle the deck three times. Finally before Sarah dealt a card she did what was called stripping the cards. She took the top of the deck, put it on the poker table itself and then cut two other separate piles of cards from the deck. Then she put them together randomly and shuffled again. We were finally ready to play.

Diamond and I sat down at the table across from each other so we couldn't see each other's cards. Sarah once again shuffled the cards and then dealt out five cards to each. Diamond looked at her cards first. She had a slight grin on her face but didn't let anything on. It was my turn to look at the cards in my hand. I had a really good hand but I wasn't going to let on what I had so I used my poker face and stayed stern. Sarah then looked at me with the most beautiful emerald green eyes. She asked sweetly, "Do you need any cards sir?”

I looked at my hand and double checked what I had. “No, I don't need any cards, I'm fine.Thank you Sarah.”

Now it was Diamond's turn. She looked at her cards and didn't like any of them. “Sarah I would like four new cards please.” Diamond then tossed her bad cards in and Sarah dealt her four more cards. Diamond picked up the cards from the felt table and put them in her hand.

Sarah then said “it is time to show the cards”

Diamond was so excited she put her five cards down first ” I have a straight flush!” then she gloated “Looks like I win darling. And looks like you owe me double the money back and you have to leave my casino forever.”

Sarah then looked at me again with those beautiful emerald eyes “Sir that's going to be a tough hand to beat please show your cards”

I looked at both ladies and then threw my cards down.” I have a royal flush. I win Diamond.

Diamond gasped looking at the cards in shock and disbelief she then muttered “that is impossible I lost.”

“That you did Diamond.”I laughed.” Please get the paperwork drawn up so I can start ownership of my casino. I turned to Sarah” thank you for dealing here's a tip and I handed her $10,000 of the $50,000 I won earlier.

The very attractive brunette smiled a very bright white smile” thank you very much sir. And congratulations on your win.”

Sarah then grabbed the cards and walked out of the room. That left Diamond and I alone again.

Diamond then got up from her desk defeated. “Fine, fine I'll sign whatever it is you want me to sign it doesn't make a damn amount of sense there's no way I should have lost.”

She then called her lawyer to come into the office. He had to make sure the paperwork was notarized legally. Diamond would then sign over the casino to me. After 40 minutes Diamond's lawyer, a short pot bellied man with a balding head came up to me. He introduced himself as Travis Moore. He then sat down at Diamond's desk and filled out what needed to be done for the paperwork. Diamond sat down at her desk and filled out her part. Travis had me sign my part and notarized it to make me legal owner of the casino. Diamond then looked at me. “I can't believe I lost to you of all people.”

I looked at her quite stern and I said “excuse me, did you say of all people you don't even know who I am.”

She looked at me condescendingly. “I may not know who you are but I've seen your kind around here before. You cheat me out of my money and now you cheated me out of my casino.”

"My dear," I began, my voice laced with disapproval. "I've never so much as bent the rules in a game of poker or any other form of wagering." I paused, allowing the weight of my words to settle before flashing an unsettling grin in Diamond's direction. "And yet, through all of this, have you once thought to inquire as to my name? How remiss of you." I leaned in closer, my eyes gleaming with a dangerous curiosity. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lucifer Devlin, and I assure you, my reputation precedes me."

“Your name is Lucifer Devlin?” She stares at me for a moment, her eyes wide and looking a little stunned.

Yes, dear, I am Lucifer Devlin...or as some might call me, the Devil himself.

So... you're the one they call the Devil? The Prince of Lies himself? She said, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and curiosity." Oh my God I made a deal with the Devil!"

"My dear diamond we don't have to bring him into the conversation." I said trying to wean her away from saying the G word.

"My heart is pounding. What's going to happen to me? Diamond spoke with much fear."Please tell me I'm not in danger. What's going to happen next?"

With a sinister smile, you declare, "Once the casino is in my possession, you and your staff will fall under my command. I'll shut down the establishment for a month, reimagining it completely. And as for you, there's a special place in my plans."

What type of theme and what do you mean you have plans for me?” Diamond looked at me curiously, still fearful in her voice.

“We're going to call it the Devil's Cauldron. Everything in the casino will have some kind of demonic or satanic symbol to it. And all the workers will be transformed into gorgeous sexy women. who will actually be demons and wear skimpy sexy uniforms. They will help me gather more souls for the people that are a little more unfortunate here at the casino.”

Diamond looks with fright “that sounds a little bit scary terrifying even.”

“I can sense your excitement from here, Diamond. It's almost as if the very air around you is charged with it. Do you find something thrilling about the unknown, Diamond? A certain allure to the darkness that others can't resist?” I smile with evil intentions.

“Shut up” she screamed “of course I don't like being scared” then she blushed quite deeply feeling embarrassed and also somewhat aroused.

“Oh I think you do Diamond as a matter of fact I think you're more interested in joining this casino than you know. I know all about your youth. I remember when you were an 18 year old goth and a satan worshiper.”

“How would you know that?” Diamond looked on now more frightened.

"I've been watching your life from the shadows for quite some time. I recall a dark and stormy night, when you and your friends gathered around a dusty Ouija board, attempting to summon me with trembling fingers. You were so determined to contact me, to prove my existence. But did you ever consider what might happen if I actually answered your call?" I sneared.

Diamond fondly remembered “Oh my gosh I remember that night” she said “that was during one of my sleepovers with the girls.”

“Oh yes" I chuckled again”and Amanda who acted like she got possessed she actually did by me.”

“No wonder Amanda was acting strange that night. That was you!”

I confessed, a slow smile spreading across my face, "it was indeed I who had Amanda kiss you that night, and her fingers tracing a path along your thigh, igniting a fire within you as she touched your pussy.

"I still vividly recall that fateful night, the moment that holds a special place in my heart. It was the first time I experienced the thrill of a kiss, the first time I felt those butterflies in my stomach.That night will forever be etched in my memory, as it marked a significant milestone in my life. It was the moment I felt the tender touch that ignited a spark within me." Diamond recalled.

"Imagine turning back the clock, stepping into a shadowy past, and embracing your former goth identity. You could be Raven once more, radiating mystery and allure. Wouldn't it be thrilling to reconnect with that enchanting, 22-year-old self?" I suggested, enticing her by the potential transformation.

With a faraway look in her eyes, she whispered,"I wish I could be Raven again, but it's a futile desire. That part of my life is over, and it will never return.It's a part of my past that will remain just that."

With a flourish of my hands, I summoned forth a figure from the shadows. A young woman, clad in black from head to toe, materialized before me.I spoke with a hint of menace. "Tell me what you see in that mirror, Raven. The truth or the lie?"

She then looked at me and said “I would love As she walked over to the mirror she saw a reflection of herself that she absolutely loved. She had dark blue hair with light blue highlights, a raven tattoo on her shoulder and she looked down between her legs and the tattoo of the pentagram she had was right above her pussy. “Holy crap it worked...I can't believe it..Oh my you really are the devil.” Then she fell to her knees”Oh master, thank you for turning me back to my true self!” then she asked” what can I do to help you make this vision of yours into reality?”

"I've been thinking, and I believe we need a leader for our casino operations. Given your expertise and familiarity with the ins and outs of the casino, I think you'd be perfect for the role. What do you think?" I inquired.

Raven, still on her knees, said "Yes master, I will be that leader.”

"Great! Here's what I have in mind for your first orders as the president of the casino. First, I want the casino shut down immediately. Then I want you to arrange for all of our patrons to be comfortably accommodated in nearby hotels. Money is no object, so make sure they're well taken care of. And finally I'd like you to gather all of our workers from every shift and have them meet in the auditorium. Does that sound doable?"

Her voice dripping with obedience, she promised, "I will not disappoint, master, "and promptly carried out my task.

Raven's voice was laced with a sense of accomplishment as she reported to her master. "It's done, all as you commanded. The patrons are scattered in various hotels, the casino shuttered tight. I've reached out to every worker, and they'll be here within the hour." Her tone was cool, efficient, and utterly professional, a testament to her unwavering loyalty and dedication to her duties and her master.

Raven sauntered into the office, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "The staff is all gathered downstairs, primed and ready for introduction,master."

"Step this way Raven, I've got a life-changing revelation waiting for them, "you assert, your tone confident and compelling.

Raven's eyes sparkle with excitement as she says, "I'm practically shaking with anticipation to see your powers in action!"

Raven and I strode into the auditorium, all eyes falling upon us. I stepped forward, addressing the sea of workers.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Lucifer Devlin, the new owner of the Sapphire Pearl Casino. Diamond has stepped down, and I'd like to introduce our new president, Raven. As of tonight, we will be closing the casino for a month to undergo a complete reconstruction. When we reopen, we will be known as the Devil's Cauldron Casino, with a theme to match. Rest assured, you will all still have jobs here. In fact, I have a surprise in store for you all. (Pause for effect) Raven, would you do me the honor of watching closely?" (Raven nods) With a wave of my hand, I transform each and every one into stunningly beautiful women, exuding an otherworldly allure. And with another wave, they all become sexy demons, ready to embrace their new roles in our exciting new venture.

I then continue my speech."Welcome, ladies. Now that we're all on the same team, let me paint you a picture. Our casino will be a celebration of all things demon. Pentagrams on tables, cards, chips. Slot machines? 666, of course. A big Devil with a cauldron at the entrance, and two more to greet you inside.When patrons sign up, they'll get their own card - a mark of ownership. Lose a lot of money? We own them. Simple as that. It's a new era, my friends. A new day for this casino. And we're going to make it work for us."

Raven couldn't contain her excitement, her applause ringing out louder than the rest as she watched the newly made female demons stand in unison, paying tribute to their new master. With a wide-eyed gaze and a grin that stretched from ear to ear, she stood tall, a true fangirl in every sense of the word."You are truly a master of your craft, she said, her voice filled with emotion. I am so honored to be a part of your team."

"Ever since the meeting ended and now that we are alone, I've been pondering something. Tell me, Raven, what was the most daring fantasy that consumed your thoughts when you were 18?" I asked very curious.

She didn't hesitate before she answered.” my biggest fantasy master was to get fucked by the devil.”

I took her hand and led her through the glittering casino, feeling the weight of her gaze on me as we rode the elevator up to the penthouse. Once we reached the dimly lit bedroom,I could feel Raven's eyes on me as I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed. I then stretched out on the bed and beckoned her over. "Join me," I said, my voice low and seductive.She hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room and slid in next to me, her body warm and soft against mine. "What are you thinking?" I asked, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her arm.

Raven's breath was hot against my skin as she leaned in close and whispered, "Mmm...I want you master"

"Raven, if that's the path you wish to take, then let's not waste any more time. Remove your clothes," I commanded, my tone firm and unyielding.

"Are you ready for me, master?" she stood up, quickly stripping off her own clothes, revealing her curvaceous body. Raven purred, her eyes locked with yours as she climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist. "Mmm... I can't wait to ride you, master".. she grinned, running her fingers over your chest. Raven then leaned down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, her hips grinding against yours. She moaned softly, moving to position herself over your throbbing member. She slowly sinks down onto you, her walls stretching to accommodate your size.

With a ragged breath, I manage to grit out, "Your pussy feels so damn good, "as I thrust into her wetness.

"This is where I belong", she whispers, her body melting into mine. Raven moaned softly, beginning to move her hips, riding me with increasing speed and intensity.Her hands gripping my shoulders for support as she rode me harder and faster. Raven's perky breasts bouncing with each movement as she moaned louder, the pleasure building within her. Raven breathed, leaning down to capture my lips in a fierce kiss, her tongue thrusting into my mouth as she continued to ride my cock,her body then trembled with the impending climax.

I can feel you, so close, your warmth radiating against me. I groan, my hips stuttering as I feel your inner muscles begin to tighten around me. And then, with a primal cry, I spill myself deep within you, marking you as mine.

Raven moaned loudly. Her body shaking with the intense pleasure as she felt my member throbbing inside her filling her with my seed. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, every muscle in her body tensing as she rode out the pleasure.She breathed, collapsing onto my chest, spent and satisfied, her eyes fluttering open to reveal they 've turned to a vibrant violet color. Raven purred softly, her body still trembling with pleasure. I can feel it, inside me...your essence, transforming me. I'm changing, becoming something...more. Something powerful. Raven's body shimmered, transforming before my eyes into a succubus. "I'm more than just a succubus master," she whispered. "I'm a force to be reckoned with. And I'm all yours."

" I can't believe it. Working for the devil and turned into a succubus? This is beyond my wildest dreams. She looked at me her new fangs glistening" thank you master"

Raven enjoyed her transformation into a succubus. As a matter of fact she got to try all kinds of different glamors for her human look. Her favorite one was a very voluptuous redhead. She actually called herself Evanora. For the weeks leading up to the casino opening she stayed in that glamor for a while. Actually enjoying it more than her goth self.

Then 4 Weeks later the Devil's Cauldron Casino was open. The grand opening was a major success. People didn't seem to be scared of the theme or terrified. As a matter of fact most people seem to really enjoy it. We had wall to wall people and sold out all hotel rooms. The first month we had quite a few winners. We also had quite a few losers too. The ones who lost money we took their souls and they joined the casino as one of my female demons. By the way, I am looking for more souls. Does anybody want to join our Players Club?

[jungkookjeon0007]

Nights in Vegas | CH. 7 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.54k.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

As his lips touched mine, it was like an electric shock travelled throughout my entire body.

He then slowly pulled away, searching my face for a reaction. I smiled, running my fingers through his hair as he smiled sweetly and grabbed my face. He caressed my cheek with his thumb before speaking, "That was incredible... Can-can we do it again?"

I nodded as he leaned back in for another kiss, instantly taking my breath away.

After a few more kisses, Jungkook grew braver and licked my bottom lip as I laced my fingers in his hair. I let out a soft sigh of contentment, in which he took as an opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. I accepted the gesture and immediately took the lead until he got the hang of it. His hands began to wonder over my body and eventually, he rested them on my waist pulling me closer. In a deep out of breath voice, he asked, "Is all of this okay?"

I smiled. "It's definitely more than okay."

"Good." He stated with a smile before leaning back in for more kisses.

I had to remember to control my wants and desires, also reminding myself several times that all of this is new to him. We really need to take our time and take everything slowly, I don't want him to end up feeling overwhelmed. With this in mind, I gently pulled away. "Jungkook, I think we need to calm down just a tad. You've never done anything like this before and I really want you to go at a pace that's comfortable for you. I'm not going anywhere, we have all the time in the world and I'll be right here with you whenever you want me."

He looked at me while leaning in and lovingly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "You're absolutely right. We need to take this slow and not rush anything...However, I do need you to know that I am more than willing and ready to go further when you think the time is right."

I stood up from his lap, taking a seat beside him on the bed with a smile, "I think slow is best for now, but we will see how things go within the next few days."

He smiled then suddenly appeared to be in deep thought, staring blankly into space, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I am just so happy and taking everything in."

"I'm glad you're so happy, I am too and can't believe this is all happening. I have only told Lacie this, but I fear at any moment I will wake up and this will all have been just a dream."

He chuckled but suddenly became serious within a matter of seconds, "I want nothing more than to spend these next two weeks with you. Would you like to occasionally stay with me in my room? If not that's totally okay, I just want to let you know that the offer is on the table and it doesn't have to be sexual, I just truly enjoy your company."

"Absolutely, I would really love that." We smiled at each other and sat in the silence before I broke it. "I really want to get out of this tight outfit, do you happen to have a shirt I can borrow?"

"Yes." He went to his dresser and pulled out a baggy shirt, throwing it to me."There you go, you're more than welcome to wear my shirts anytime."

"Thank you, I'm going to the bathroom to change. But before I do, where are we going to sleep?"

"The bed has plenty of space, we can share it for the night if you're comfortable with that."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

A few minutes of freshening up and getting changed in the bathroom, I came out with my hair in a pony tail. He stared at me as I climbed into bed and got underneath the blankets. When I turned to look at him, he looked very nervous, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little bit nervous. I'll be okay though, this is just the first time I've ever had a girl in my bed."

"I understand, just relax and take a deep breath. All we're going to be doing is sleeping, okay?" I sent him a soft smile as he nodded.

He went to get some night clothes to change into then went into the bathroom. When he came out, he was dressed in a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants (which were my weakness).

He didn't say a word as he walked over to the bed and pulled back the blankets, getting in behind me. He scooted close and pulled me towards him so his arm was around my waist. I could feel his breathing in my ear and could smell his wonderful scent. With nothing else left to say, we snuggled deep within the covers together.

He whispered in my ear, "Goodnight Olivia."

I smiled, "Goodnight Jungkook."

He placed a kiss on the back of my head, cuddling up close and within minutes we were both sound asleep.

. . .

[Jungkook's POV]

I woke up this morning toOlivia lying on my chest, peacefully sleeping. I moved a piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, looking at her.

How can someone be so beautiful?

I laid still, daring myself to move and wake her up. I was enjoying this too much to ruin it by getting up to go to the bathroom.

I laid like this for another 45 minutes before she began waking up. She moved around, rolling onto her back and stretching as her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at the ceiling until her eyes slowly met mine and a warm smile spread across her face.

"Good morning beautiful, did you sleep well?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes I did. That was the best nights sleep I've had in such a long time and I enjoyed you holding me." She blushed and I thought my heart was going to burst from my chest.

"I feel the same way. Usually I am alone when I go to bed, unless one of the members fall asleep in my room or vise versa. That's mostly due to us being too tired from practices to make it to our own beds."

She giggled, sitting up to grab her phone off the bedside table. "Omg, is it really 10 am already? We've slept most of the morning away!" She broke out into a fit of laughter, and I couldn't help but to laugh with her.

Once the laughter died down, I stared at her for a second debating on whether to say what was on my mind or not. Eventually deciding to go for it, I laid it all out on the table. "Liv? I just wanted to tell you that I wouldn't change anything about last night and how late we were up. It was honestly one of the best nights of my life hands down."

"I enjoyed everything about last night too. I feel like you really get me and we get along very well. You're absolutely wonderful and I want to thank you for the past 24 hours Jungkook, it's been a time that I will definitely never forget."

I smiled at her, wrapping her back in my arms under the blankets as we began to talk about what we were going to do today.

"I'm actually free tonight if you'd like to do something. The managers want us to be able to get a bit of a break before all the concerts start back up. In Korea, we are used to going all day long non stop... but when we are in the states, we get to relax a lot more, it's really nice." She listened to me so attentively.

"I bet you are happy to have a bit of a break every now and again, I know you and the members work hard and I want you to know first hand how truly appreciated you are to your fans."

"Thank you, we work hard because we love what we do and we don't want to let ARMY down."

She grabbed my face with both of her hands, "I want you to know that you will never be just Jungkook of BTS to me. You will now and forever be my Kookie."

She gave me a loving smile as I closed my eyes, leaning into her more. I never want to leave this bed...

We continued to be lazy and lay together under the blankets for a bit longer, until we decided to get up and get ready for the day. She had to go down to her room in order to get showered and I am going to meet her back at her room at 12 pm to pick her up for lunch.

I walked her to the door and before she could leave I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to me, "Is it okay if I have a kiss before you leave?"

Running her fingers through my hair she responded, "Of course, you don't even need to ask."

She stood on her tippy toes, crashing her soft lips onto mine.

We pulled away from each other, exchanging a hug before she left. After shutting the door, I leaned against it replaying last night throughout my head. I was falling for this girl and falling hard and I was not letting her slip away.

[xtruss]

Opinion: Town Sums up the Delusions of the Right Wing

The embrace of the country star’s anti-city ‘modern lynching song’ by Republicans encapsulates their nostalgia and paranoia

— Arwa Mahdawi | July 20; 2023

‘Small towns are full of “good ol’ boys” who were “raised up right”. Cities, meanwhile, are hotbeds of violence … and diversity.’ Photograph: Wade Payne/Invision/AP

Jason Aldean is a country music star and a big fan of law and order. He loves the law so much, in fact, that he’s willing to take it into his own hands.

If you come to his (imaginary) small town and disrespect a cop or engage in any sort of protest, you will regret it.

Such is the theme of Aldean’s new song, Try That in a Small Town, which is all about how the singer and his pals will aggressively deal with unseemly behaviour on their turf. A sample extract: “Cuss out a cop, spit in his face … Well, try that in a small town / See how far ya make it down the road. / Around here, we take care of our own …”

A little later in the song Aldean elaborates further on what might happen if lines are crossed. “Got a gun that my grandad gave me / They say one day they’re gonna round up. / Well, that shit might fly in the city, good luck.” He is, it would appear, referencing a conspiracy theory that the government is going to confiscate Americans’ guns to impose martial law.

Try That in a Small Town was released in May but when the music video came out last Friday it generated immediate controversy. The video leaves little doubt as to what Aldean is trying to communicate: it intersperses footage of him singing in front of Maury county courthouse in Tennessee – the site of the lynching of a Black man, Henry Choate, in 1927 – with footage from protests, looting and civil unrest. Small towns are wholesome, the message is. Full of “good ol’ boys” who were “raised up right”. Cities, meanwhile, are hotbeds of violence … and diversity.

That last bit isn’t spelled out – it’s not like Aldean yells “I’m a massive racist!” in the middle of the track – but the dog whistles are difficult to ignore. The song has been called “a modern lynching song” by detractors and the video was pulled from Country Music Television (CMT) on Monday. (While CMT has confirmed the video was taken off rotation, it hasn’t put out a statement as to why.) Fellow country star Sheryl Crow has also voiced her disapproval. “There’s nothing small-town or American about promoting violence,” Crow tweeted on Tuesday. She further noted that Aldean should know better, “having survived a mass shooting”. Crow was referencing the shooting at Las Vegas’s Route 91 Harvest festival in 2017: the deadliest mass shooting by a lone shooter in modern US history. Aldean was performing and got out unscathed. He was lucky. Sixty people were killed and 867 injured. Those people weren’t killed and injured by a Black Lives Matter protester. They were killed by Stephen Paddock, an angry white man from Iowa.

Try That in a Small Town has generated a lot of criticism, but it also has fervent supporters. Including, of course, GOP lawmakers. “I am shocked by what I’m seeing in this country with people attempting to cancel this song and cancel Jason and his beliefs,” the South Dakota Republican governor, Kristi Noem, posted in a video on Twitter on Wednesday. The Tennessee house GOP leader, William Lamberth, similarly tweeted: “Loved this song since it was released and will continue to fight every day to spread small town values … Give it a listen. The woke mob will hate you for liking this song.” Sarah Huckabee Sanders, the governor of Arkansas, also didn’t miss the chance to stoke a little culture war. “The Left is now more concerned about Jason Aldean’s song calling out looters and criminals than they are about stopping looters and criminals,” she tweeted.

Aldean, for his part, is furious at insinuations there is anything racist in his song about shooting outsiders who come to his little country town.

“In the past 24 hours I have been accused of releasing a pro-lynching song,” Aldean tweeted on Wednesday, “and was subject to the comparison that I (direct quote) was not too pleased with the nationwide BLM protests. These references are not only meritless, but dangerous. There is not a single lyric in the song that references race or points to it – and there isn’t a single video clip that isn’t real news footage.”

If Aldean isn’t trying to make a point about the Black Lives Matter protests, what is Try That in a Small Town about then? Community, apparently. “When u grow up in a small town, it’s that unspoken rule of ‘we all have each other’s backs and we look out for each other,’” Aldean wrote on Instagram when he launched the video. “It feels like somewhere along the way, that sense of community and respect has gotten lost.”

Jason Aldean, from the ‘small town’ of Macon, Georgia. Photograph: Amy Harris/Invision/AP

Perhaps you’re wondering which quaint small town Aldean grew up in. The answer is: he didn’t. Aldean is from Macon, Georgia – a city with a population of about 153,000 people. Now he lives in Nashville, a city with a population of approximately 700,000. The small town he’s singing about is a product of his imagination.

But that’s conservatives for you. Last month Nikki Haley tweeted about how much better the US used to be back in the days before marginalized people had rights. “Do you remember when you were growing up, do you remember how simple life was, how easy it felt? It was about faith, family, and country,” she tweeted.

Was the past really that easy for the former South Carolina governor? By her own admission things have got a hell of a lot better for people who, like her, aren’t 100% white. “Years ago I was disqualified from a pageant because they didn’t know whether to put me in the white category or the black,” she wrote on Facebook in 2012. “I was neither. Tonight I watched my daughter get first place in her school pageant. God has an amazing way of bringing things full circle.” God also has an amazing away of depriving people like Haley of self-awareness.

Aldean’s song doesn’t just epitomize manufactured rightwing nostalgia, it also encapsulates rightwing paranoia. People on the right are obsessed with the idea that big cities are violent hotbeds of crime where you risk your life every time you nip out for a pint of milk. In reality, however, big cities tend to be safer than small towns. A 2013 study by the University of Pennsylvania, for example, found the risk of death from an injury was more than 20% higher in rural small towns than in larger cities. “Cars, guns and drugs are the unholy trinity causing the majority of injury deaths in the US” one of the researchers told NBC News at the time.

The pandemic, to be fair, saw a rise in violent crimes in cities. But even still, you’ve got a better chance of living a long, healthy life in a city. A 2021 US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report on mortality data from 1999 to 2019 found people living in rural areas die at higher rates than those living in urban areas. That’s because they have less access to healthcare and are more likely to live in poverty.

So what’s next for Aldean? Well, I’ve got some good news for all the Republican lawmakers screeching about how unfair it is that Aldean has been cancelled by the woke mob: he’s going to be fine. Indeed, he’s going to be more than fine. Country music (and America) has a way of opening its arms to people accused of racism and making them feel right at home. Just look at Morgan Wallen, for example. In February 2021 TMZ published a video of the musician drunkenly yelling the N-word during a conversation with a friend. He was shunned from polite society for a few months but made a rapid comeback. He won album of the year at the Academy of Country Music Awards in 2022. His song Last Night is currently in its 14th week at number one on the Billboard Hot 100. If it sticks there a little longer he’ll beat the 19-week record currently held by Lil Nas X’s Old Town Road, featuring Billy Ray Cyrus.

While people on the right may be railing about Aldean being “cancelled”, the sad truth is that this will probably help his career. He’ll go on Fox News and yell about wokeness. He’ll wallow in his imagined victimhood. His song will probably be played in rallies for the next Republican nominee for president. Aldean hasn’t been cancelled or silenced – his message has been amplified.

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Jeff x Alan & Kenta x Pete Colors Ep. 11

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

Disclaimer: I've been listening to Drake's "You Broke My Heart (Fuck My Ex)" on repeat for over two hours, so I'm *in* my feels, and all of them are salty.

Jeffrey, the red? Really?! Is it because you are looking at Barbie suffering and know the truth?! YOU KNOW, MOTHERF*CKER!

Love that Pete's side starts with the blue-est drink because he is a GOOD MAN, while Waymond's side begins with the non-blue side since he cannot pick a side in this color war!

Peter, I know you were a red, but I also notice you in that blue blazer, and the way you look at Waymond. I wish Waymond could see that no matter how much the red may linger, he NEEDS to make a choice. Be blue. Commit to it, Way Way.

Babe is back in black, Alan is blue, and Jeffrey is a LIAR!

"You broke my heart. I had my doubts about you from the start! I swear you're dead to me. Does Mercedes make a hearse? FUCK MY EX!"

All I'm getting out of this is Jeffrey and Charles have a dad and Decanus was the fall guy for this very-dumb-plan. I am not a Dean apologist, but I am very much on his side, without a doubt, no hesitation.

Alan Scale - 12/10. Why?! WHY?! It's not even the damn outfits. IT'S THE RED TUBE OF PRODUCT PLACEMENT Y'ALL ARE SHARING! Are y'all secret agents?! Do y'all have superpowers? What in the hell is y'alls deal?!

KIMBERLY! Not wearing red. I wouldn't either. Fuck them hoes. You're a free man now. I love you and I like you.

Alan, you have never done anything wrong (expect apologize to lying Jeffrey), and you using the blue tube of product placement is healing my soul. I love you. I like you. I respect you.

Pete in the blue shirt too! My holy trinity is coming through. Kimberly, Alan, and Peter, you are good men, and I have never doubted you. You three will save the day like the PowerPuff Girls. Sugar, Spice, and Chemical-X. Beat the hell out of Mojo Jojo Big Red. And in case it's not clear: Alan = Buttercup, Kim = Blossom, Pete = Bubbles

Kentana, why do you have spies at Bubbles' place?! You were spying on him in the woods, and y'all had that moment. Why are you so obsessed with him?

Jeffrey, in the blue. Better be telling Buttercup you're sorry for LYING and that you love him. You will never find a better man. NEVER!

Oh, are you telling him that?!

I think you are! There is pink!

Buttercup, these was cheesy af, and I'm disgusted at myself for smiling when the hearts connected.

POP OFF, SIR! Sex on the blue bed!

Sex in the blue shower!

Cuddles in the blue bathroom! Jeffrey is gonna be blue one way or another, even if Alan has to -redacted- it into him.

Big Red did wear red once?! Color me shocked, but who are these kids in the past? A blue kid and red kid? Which one are you, Kentana?

I love that the blue is *right* there next to Kentana, yet he stays in the black. He is a Black Brooder, but he is blue-adjacent, and I just do not understand why he can't be loyal to the blue instead of the red.

Oh, wait! Was that them as kids?! Pete, in his red pants, emerged from the blue (because he has always been a GOOD MAN!), but . . . that means Kentana was the little blue kid? Kentana, what made you go black? The abuse? The manipulation? You and Barbara are the same text, but different font, and I just need you to be better. Kiss Peter and let him heal you because this is the second time you have pushed him against a wall, and I think you want any excuse to be on him.

Waymond, I'm stressed over your ass. Color-coded boys in love get happy endings, and unlike Kentana who is color coded black and Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog who are just pure color chaos, you refuse to pick a damn color. And do you know what that means? No happy endings. You are paired with Peter, and he is trying with you, but it's episode 11 and you haven't solidified your color. Are you black? Are you blue? Are you red? Are you gonna kiss Peter because if not, Kentana sure looks like he will? ARE YOU GOING TO GET A HAPPY ENDING?!

Peter, always in the blue! ALWAYS! Give that blue to Waymond. Give that blue to Kentana. And kiss them! I cannot support Waymond and Kentana's wrongs if they don't kiss a boy (with consent, Waymond!)

KENTANA! In the dark, again. Pete is always coming from the blue, and you are always in the dark. SEE THE LIGHT, KENTANA!

Oh my god! The dark versus light. Y'all were best buddies since childhood. Quit your shit, Kentana. You are a good guy in there. I saw it in the beginning when you looked sad that Barbie was being hit, but I need you to act! I need you to do something, and I'm hoping it won't be sacrificing yourself. Kiss a man! Kiss Kimberly already! You and Waymond are scaring me!

OH SHIT!

Pete. Liked. It.

Waymond. Waymundo. Way. I thought you were supposed to be with Peter and Kimberly and Kentana would be the new Kardashians, but . . . are you going to be the sacrifice? You cannot settle on a color. You haven't kissed a man (with consent). You are drinking all the time. You were taking pills to cope with life. Kiss any man so I can know you are safe.

FUCK!

Way, please touch Whiny Winifred and convince him not to do shoot. Way, please do not take a bullet for Barbara to atone for your sins. Barbie can fix himself if he is shot. Way, please do not do this to me. Please. I'm begging you.

Don't. Fucking. Do. It.

[bohnsky]

Vegas 23

Vegas was silly, way too much unnecessary show and all it really did was making me want to rewatch the Ocean's movies.

But here are my thoughts on Vegas and my favorite drivers 6,5 months into liking f1:

1. Alex Albon  

I've got to say, quali made me fucking happy and the first few laps, when both Williams could hold their positions. I'm sure no one really expected them to stay up there, but I feel like they would've deserved at least some points. 

Also, when he fell during the Netflix Cup. 

2. Sergio Perez 

VAMOS!!!! I'm so happy for Checo!!! 

I was so scared, after that turn one ichident, but luckily everything turned out okay. Even though I feel like Red Bull don't celebrate that championship 1-2 enough. It seems like they tend to forget that Checo brought Max his first Championship AND Red Bulls first 1-2. 

Also, I was so stressed in that last lap. Why did it have to be so fucking close again? My heart can't handle that. Plus, I'm getting really mad at the German commentators again. They just keep bullshitting on Checo to the point that I actually think about watching with the English commentary. And then when he does good in the race, they just act so surprised as if he hadn't done this before, qualifying badly but then totally killing it in the race.

3. Charles Leclerc/Lewis Hamilton 

My little Ferrari heart was happy for the majority of the weekend, but it also broke a little. Being a Ferrari fan comes with tons of mixed feelings. 

Also, I was a little mad at Charles for overtaking Checo on the last lap, but I can't really be mad at him. He deserves that 2nd place and I'm happy for him, even if he himself is not happy with 2nd. 

I feel a little bad, because I haven't been rooting for Lewis at all, but I just needed Checo to get that 2nd place in the championship. Now that that's out of the way, I can root for Lewis again :) 

Also them having a few moments together this weekend made me happy. 

4. Lance Stroll 

I'm so happy!!! 

Here the commentators were shocked as well, because Lance is like Checo a victim of their constant bullshitting. He's showing the world that he does deserve his seat and I couldn't be happier for him! 

5.  Lando Norris 

I'm sad. It was a horrendous weekend for him. Even without the crash. I just hope he really is fine and doesn't just say that to not worry us. 

Also can we talk about how wag coded Max Fewtrell is? I love it. 

Honorable mentions: 

Logan. I was so happy for him in Quali! I just wish the race would have ended a little better for him. And then I watched a clip of him and remembered how fucking American he is. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against Americans. I love Americans, but they can be real silly. And Logan is often very silly. 

Carlos. I refused to wake up at 5am to watch fp1, waking up to "red flag because of SAI", "FP1 will not be resumed" and "FP2 will be delayed for 2 hours, because the track needs to be fixed". Let me tell you, I was imagining the worst. I thought Carlos had sent it into the wall or something. It took me a while to understand what had actually happened. And how dare them give Carlos a fucking 10 place grid penalty for THEIR mistake? I'm furious! Well at least he got P6. 

Max. I have finally decided that I love Max. I am no longer torn when it comes to him. My favorite thing about this weekend (after Checo securing 2nd in the championship) might be that Max tried to help Checo on that last lap. I really didn't expect him to, but that was sweet, just a little too late. But that's not his fault. 

Liam. I miss him. He seems like a fun guy and I really liked him and Yuki together. 

That's it, thanks for reading.