#I'm driving a Mercedes-Benz

[kielbasanova]

Lmao I fixed this one after I uploaded the soundcloud one. There's also a funky fun animation I made for it as well

Don't know why I forgot to post this here

[utdr-stimming]

Mercedes Benz Ralsei stim board!!!

Well this is the last board for the April Fools event!!! I've been working on this since December, so I hope you've been enjoying these!

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[moondraah]

They should have kept His creature design tbh

[808airsoftbros]

Tight Pants Pt.II (Kim Sohee/Giselle/Karina) (BXG) (S)

Author: Part II of my original Tight Pants smut oneshot. Hope you enjoy it and if you want to check out my Masterlist for more oneshots :)

Y/N's POV

"Ah~. Come on, Y/N, can you please just go out with me for once~?" Sohee-Noona bugged and I groaned.

For the last ten minutes, I was in the middle of a gaming session with the boys, it was all going peaceful and well until my Noona barged into my room uninvited and won't stop begging me to come hangout with her friends.

Despite my efforts to focus on the game and ignore her obnoxious antics, she takes off my headset and steals my controller.

"Hey! Give that back!" I demanded and she smiled.

"Only if you agree to hangout with me~," She replied and I sighed.

"Promise?" I hesitantly asked.

"Promise," She answered after nodding.

She hands me back the controller and headset before throwing me one of my outfits and telling me to put it on.

Changing into the clothes that Sohee-Noona gave me, I went down the stairs and she took my head leading me into her expensive ass mercedes benz AMG.

Did I forget to mention that she's an idol? That's why she can afford all the luxury products she wants and my closet is full of Gucci and Louis Vuitton clothes that she gifted me in the past.

Anyway, she drives me over to wherever the meeting location is, which is a fancy restaurant.

"We're here, little bro," She nudged.

We get out of the car, and there were too other girls waving at us and I assumed it was Sohee's friends.

"Hey, Sohee~!" One of them greeted.

"Sup, Rina! How have you been~?" Sohee greeted and they hugged each other.

"Eh, nothing much," She answered and her other friend eyed me.

"Is this your step bro that you mentioned?" She asked and she nodded.

"Yep, this is Kim Y/N, my step brother," Sohee answered and she nodded.

"I see, well, Y/N, my name is Giselle and this here is Karina. It's nice to finally see you~," Giselle introduced herself and I chuckled.

Sohee locked arms with me, I followed her lead into the restaurant, and we checked in with the waiter. He leads us into a private dining room full of fancy silverware and plates.

"Please have a seat, ladies," The waiter insisted.

I sat across from Giselle with Karina sitting next to her and I sat next to Sohee-Noona. The waiter pours water into our glasses.

"I'll give you all time to decide what you wish to order," He said before leaving the room.

Looking through the menu, the prices were ridiculously expensive with steak and lobster being over $50 each but I knew it wouldn't even put a dent on Sohee's account.

"I think I want to try the salmon," Karina mentioned.

"Mind as well get the salmon too," Giselle replied.

Examining the seafood selections I felt something rubbing my ankle and I looked down to see it was Karina responsible. I peeked over the menu and she was acting all natural.

Rolling my eyes, I decide I'll go with the medium-rare wagyu steak, and Sohee-Noona goes with the lobster tails.

"So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?" Giselle curiously asked.

"Uhm, for now, college," I answered.

"Ah, what are you studying?" She asked.

"Engineering," I simply replied and she nodded.

Still feeling the sensation of Karina's bare feet rubbing on my feet, I felt her move up to my leg and my thigh making me nervous.

Sohee-Noona gave me a look of concern and asked what was wrong but I asssured everything was fine and Karina was still playing the innocent one.

"Do you have a girlfriend by any chance~?" Karina asked and I shook my head.

"No, not interested in finding one yet," I answered and she smiled.

"I see, well, I'm always available if you're interested," She teasingly suggested and I blushed making her giggle.

It didn't help that Karina was starting to spice things up, she moved her foot to my crotch and I grinned resisting her temptations.

Thankfully, they didn't pay any mind to me as the waiter comes in to write down our orders. Once we finished making our orders he exits the room and I sighed in relief.

"I must say, bestie, your little bro is cute~," Giselle butted in.

"I know right~?" Sohee replied before ruffling my hair.

"Aish, stop it Noona!" I annoyingly said and pushed her hand off my head.

"Awww~. Look at the cutie~," Giselle teased.

Excusing myself to go to the restroom, Sohee grabbed my hand asking if I needed help but I refused her offer. I walked out the room, easily found the restroom.

Right when I was about to enter the bathroom, my hand was grabbed and I was forced into the woman's bathroom.

Before I could figure out who snatched me, a finger was placed on my lips telling me to keep quiet and I was shocked to see it was Karina who had a smirk plastered on her face.

"W-What are you doing...?" I nervously asked.

Without saying a word, she drags me into an empty stall, locks the door, and gets on her knees rubbing my dick.

"Oh, baby boy~. You've had my attention the moment I've laid eyes on you and you know how idols always get what they want... Right?" She asked and I nodded.

"Well, do you know what I want right now~?" She seductively asked and I gulped as she came up to my ear before whispering... "You,"

Before I knew it, she unbuckles my belt, pulls down my pants and underwear revealing my monsterous cock making her drool at the size.

"Good, I never knew you had such a big cock, baby~," She moaned before jerking it off slowly.

Flinching at her delicate touch, my cock hardens and grows and she eventually takes it into her warm mouth and I moaned.

Bobbing up and down, I was nervous that someone could walk in here and catch us.

"N-Noona, what if someone catches us?" I asked and she takes my cock out of my mouth.

"You let me worry about that~," She answered before going back to blow me.

She kept going for the next ten minutes and I couldn't resist to cum inside her mouth and she swallowed every bit of it with delight.

"Mmmm~. So tasty~. Mommy will have more of you later~," She said before helping me put my pants back up.

We quietly come out of the bathroom, rejoin the others at the dining room and they wondered what took us so long? Karina lied saying that she came to check on me and had a little accident.

As embarrassing as it is, they bought it, and the waiter comes in with a tray of mouth watering dishes.

The food was the best I've ever tasted in my life, the steak was juicy and tender, and my Noona's enjoyred their food as much as I did.

After we finished eating, my Noona's paid the pill and left the waiter a generous tip before leaving the restuarant.

Looking up at the sky, it was cloudy as hell meaning it was gonna rain soon-

Well I spoke too soon didn't I? Out of nowhere, the rain came pouring in and everyone immediately seeked shelter in the restuarant, took out their umbrellas, and rushed to their cars.

Unfortunately, I had nothing to protect me from the rain and in no time I was soaking wet. I've never in my life felt so miserable. My socks were wet. My feet are wet.

"Omo~. Come on, let's go~!" Sohee-Noona said and we rushed back to the car.

Karina and Giselle ran back to their respective sports cars and we met up at Aespa's dorm. Since Winter and Ningning are away visiting friends and family, it would be just us four.

We hurried back to their dorm, I was soaking wet, I was cold as shit and felt like I bathed in snow fully naked.

We entered their dorm, Karina guides me to the bathroom and Giselle places a spare change of clothes on the counter.

"Mind giving me some privacy Noona?" I asked and she gave me a devious smirk.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" She asked and I shook my head.

"No, Noona, I'm fine," I assured and she pouted before leaving me alone.

Taking off my drenched clothes, I hop inside the shower, turn the knob for the warm water. Feeling the water flowing through my skin felt euphoric as ever and the coldess immediately faded away.

However, I cannot help but feel as if I'm being watched, I looked out the shower glass and I was surprised to see someone's phone camera recording me.

"Yah! What the hell?!" I called out and whoever it was ran off.

I could only guess it was one of my Noona's trying to get a peak at me and use the footage to rub their pussies later.

Anyway, I finished taking my shower, I put on the spare change of clothes but they were tight as shit as they were made for girls and it didn't help that the sweatpants were showing my bulge.

Thinking of a way to cover it up, I grabbed one of the towels on the rack, warpped it around me. I looked rediculous but it was only for one night.

I walk down the stairs, I got lots of looks from the girls wondering why I was still wearing a towel around my waist.

"Uhm, Y/N, is the pants I gave you too small?" Giselle asked.

"Huh? Oh, it's fine," I answered with a reassuring smile.

"Okay then...?" She awkwardly muttered before going back to watch her shows.

Looks like they bought it for now... I sit on the couch along with Sohee-Noona and she wraps her arm around my neck. Slowly pulling my head to lay her shoulder.

"Noona when can we leave?" I quietly asked.

"As soon as the storm passes," She answered and I nodded.

While finding peace and solace laying on Sohee-Noona's shoulder, I felt a tug on the towel and I opened my eyes seeing Karina with a rather curious look on her face.

"Yah, Noona what are you doing?" I asked and she gave me a skeptical look.

"What's the towel for?" She asked and I gulped.

Suddenly, the show began playing an errotic scene making me slightly erected. Giselle was all too focus on the show and Sohee-Noona was fast asleep while Karina went on the assault on my pants.

I signalled her to stop but she didn't take the hint so I quietly tried to get her hands off the towel.

"I just want a look!" She quietly said and I shook my head.

"What is going on...?" Sohee-Noona asked before yawning and when saw what was going on.

"Yah! Rina! What are you doing?!" She angrily asked and Karina-Noona huffed.

"I just want to know why Y/N's wearing a towel for..." She answered before crossing her arms.

Then Giselle turned her attention toward us, she asked what was wrong and I explained the situation. She rolled her eyes in amusement and demanded to take my towel off.

At first, I refused but I didn't have a say as Giselle forcefully took the towel away from my waist and their jaws dropped seeing the massive bulge in my tight sweatpants.

"Now what do we have here...?" Giselle asked as she examined my dick poking out my sweatpants.

"U-Uhhhh..." I muttered as I was too flustered to say anything.

Sohee-Noona smirked and nodded to the others, Giselle and Karina nodded back with an devious smile. It was obvious they were up to something.

"W-What's going on?" I nervously asked and they giggled.

"Oh, you're so silly you know that~? We planned this whole thing all along~," Karina answered and my eyes widened.

"W-What?!" I exclaimed.

"You weren't exactly paying attention to the weather forecast so we planned this hangout. We knew you'd be drenched in no time so we figured it'd be convenient to bring you to our dorm," Giselle explained and I was speechless.

"N-Noona? Why?" I asked and she giggled.

"Remember that lost bet a while back? If you don't get a girlfriend by this year, will take you ourselves," She asked and I nodded.

"Y-Yes, but I thought you all were just joking!" I replied and they laughed.

"Oh, you innocent child, you should know better that we don't play around with such things. Now you belong to us~," Sohee-Noona whispered the last part sending chills down my spine.

I was pinned to the bed with Giselle and Sohee-Noona holding my arms down, my pants along with my underwear were pulled down revealing my ten inch monter cock.

"So yummy and delicate, what a beautiful cock your little baby has~," Giselle admired.

"I know~," Sohee-Noona replied before licking her lips.

"We're going to make sure your balls are drained tonight~," Giselle whispered in my ear.

Not wasting a moment, Karina and Giselle switched places, she takes my cock in her warm mouth, and she was tighter than Karina's mouth and it felt amazing.

"Does her mouth feel good baby~," Karina asked and I viciously nodded.

Giselle encouraged by my words of compelation, she bobs her head faster and I moaned loader before Karina shuts me up placing her lips onto mine.

Slipping her tongue inside of my mouth, I easily lost the battle for domination as she was more experienced than I am. My mind was also occupied being sucked off by Giselle and I was starting to edge.

"I-I'm going to cum!" I warned and but she kept going so I came in her mouth.

"Mmm~. What a delicious treat that was~," Giselle moaned out after licking her lips after eating a scrumptious meal.

"Let's get into the main show now~. I already tasted my little brother a many times before, am I right~?" She sedutively asked and I slowly nodded.

Yep, Sohee-Noona and I did do it sometimes whenever she felt horny besides we're not even blood related and I didn't have a say in anything.

"Alrighty then," Giselle replied before stripping naked revealing her delicate and thicc figure.

"Let's not keep our baby waiting then~," Karina said before also stripping naked and I drool at her massive tits.

"Aww~. Is my baby boo a tit guy~?" She teasingly asked and I nervously nodded.

"There's no need to be ashamed in that~," Sohee-Noona assured before taking off her clothes.

To my surprise all together, they did their best to wrap their boobs around my dick and it was the most amazing feeling ever. My mind and body was going to be broken if these sexy girls made me came.

My dick drowning in these girls titties and it didn't take long for me to squirt out my cum all over their bodies and faces.

"Wow, you came a lot for us, baby~. You must really love our tits~," Giselle pointed out.

Exhausted out, I panted to catch my breath as these girls were made me go through nothing but pure ecstasy and pleasure but they were far from done with me.

Without warning, Karina slams her pussy onto my dick making me yelp and she began riding me like an angry bull.

"Oh fuck yes~!" She screamed while riding me and I loudly moan.

Then, I was smothered by Sohee-Noona's and Giselle's tits forcing me to suck them and play with them at the same time. I tried my best to multi-task between the three ladies.

"Mmm~. You're doing such a good job, baby~," Sohee-Noona complemented before moaning.

About ten minutes in, Karina was already close to cumming and I put my hands on her hips to thrust into her and she squirted all over my dick.

"That was great..." Karina muttered before climbing off.

"Me next~!" Giselle announced and inserts my cock into her pussy.

Hardly believing how tight as hell she was, I clenched my face as she slowly began riding me. Giselle could only scream out of pleasure as she picked up the pace.

I was about to cum deep inside of her womb until she squirted all over my dick making me nearly blue ball.

"Well now, guess those two weren't enough, and you were edged twice, right?" Sohee-Noona asked and I nodded.

"Hehe~. Allow me to help you with that~," She said and got on all fours. She lightly shakes her plum ass signalling me to fuck her and I did so with delight.

Going in and out as fast and hard as I can, Sohee-Noona kept moaning out my name and I gave her ass a few spankings making her yelp.

I grabbed her tits and played with it adding to the pleasure as I pounded the living daylights out of her.

"H-How... Ah! C-Close?" She stuttered.

"Very close, Noona!" I warned.

"Then fuck me like it's the last thing you'll ever do on this planet! Breed me!" She demanded.

Giving into her demands, I picked up the pace and went slammed my dick into her in and out making her a moaning mess. About ten seconds later, we came at the same time and I sighed in relief as my balls are now drained.

I collapsed onto the couch, I could barely feel my hip or my legs or even my cock. Then, the three sexy girls slowly climbed up and hurdled up to me.

"You were amazing, baby~," Giselle said before pecking my cheek.

"We should do this everyday~," Karina suggested and pecked my other cheek.

"If you ever feel fustrated, horny, or needy, just ask one of us and will be more than happy to help you as long as you help us," Sohee-Noona said and I thanked her before pecking her lips.

Right after that stormy night, my life changed 360 with mostly pleasing the girl's needs. We did it in the changing room, the bathrooms, our cars, and hell even in public places when no one is looking.

But all I cared about was that I could be with them and grateful that I have such graceful and beautiful girls to look after me.

[riki-riks-chick]

hi can you write about sunoo getting jealous to y/n because of a man approaching her and touched her inappropriately so he punched the man all his strength,when they got back to his really expensive car they had sex in it before going home

Press It ┃K.SN

jealous!sunoo x reader

yn gets touches inappropriately by a stranger and sunoo gets jealous

cw: sexual assault/harrassment, jealousy, unprotected sex, kissing, tit sucking, car sex, creampie, orgasm denial/delay, slight fingering, dom sunoo, manhandling, slapping (ass).

wdct: 1.5k

tysm for the request 💚

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Third Person POV~

Shopping with your boyfriend was always fun, you'd get to try on cute little outfits to impress him, and he'd buy whatever you ask him to.

Eventually though he always gets hungry and he'll leave you temporarily to go get you both a snack while you continue to pick clothes to try on.

You were currently by yourself in a store that you often come to, looking at different shoes that caught your eye.

You had bent over, grabbing a pair of shoes to get a closer look, gasping out loud when you felt someone slap your ass.

Quickly straightening up, you turned towards the person, instantly panicking when you realized it wasn't Sunoo.

"Hey, pretty lady..." The man smiled as you scoffed, slapping him. "You fucking pervert." You retort, eyes widening when he grabs you by your arms, tugging you closer. "You bitch. Dressed like a whore and mad that someone is appreciating it? You think you're all that, huh?"

The next couple minutes were a blur, but as you attempted to pull out of his grip, your heart racing out of fear, you watched a fist come into contact with the man's cheek, causing him to quickly lose balance and fall over.

You turned your head, seeing Sunoo beside you. He was fuming. "Sunoo, thank god." He didn't seem too thrilled with you either though.

He had almost immediately pulled you by your wrist out of the store, his grip tight on you as he dragged you towards the exit of the mall.

"Sunoo, it hurts.." You wince, pulling back as Sunoo scoffs. "Did he hurt you too?"

"What the fuck is your problem? Are you seriously mad at me?!"

"I've asked you multiple times to be careful when I'm not with you! I just had to watch some random ass guy slap my girlfriend's ass." He yelled, and you were offended. Usually Sunoo would rush to defend you, but right now he was against you and you didn't know how to deal with it. "You know what? Just forget it! I'm sorry that I was oblivious and someone sexually harrassed me."

You then stormed off to his car, which was a black Mercedes Benz. He had just gotten it detailed. A fresh coat of paint that had a glittery finish, and looked heavenly at night, black leather seats with white details, tinted windows, and even LED strips beneath the seats and around the headliner.

You used the spare key to get in the car, sitting in the back seat rather than the passenger seat. You didn't feel like talking to or being around Sunoo right now. You simply wanted him to take you home.

When he finally got in the car, he glanced at you through the rear-view mirror, sighing. "Why aren't you in the passenger seat?" You ignored him, crossing your arms over your chest, and he scoffed, starting the car.

"You're really gonna ignore me, Y/n?" He questions, driving away from the mall and back towards your apartment.

You continue to ignore him, but eventually you notice that he's taken a detour. "Where are we, Sunoo?"

He stops in the middle of an empty parking lot, getting out of the car as he climbs into the backseat, shutting the door before glaring at you. "So now you can speak."

"Sunoo, I don't feel like doing this because you're jealous of some sick asshole." You roll your eyes, gasping when Sunoo tugs your face closer to his, pressing his lips hotly against yours.

You struggle against him, feeling his free hand slide up the small of your back and underneath your shirt as he pulled away, staring deeply into your eyes. "I won't do anything you don't want me to..."

You simply sigh, moving to straddle his lap as you kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his neck as you grind against his lap, feeling him grow hard beneath you.

He gasps needily into your mouth, kissing you eagerly as his tongue tangles with yours. When you finally pulled away, you were both panting slightly.

Sunoo gripped your waist with one hand, the other hand sliding beneath your skirt to cup your ass. "You're so pretty, I can see why other guys wanna whore you out.." His lips attach to your neck, biting and sucking harshly to bruise your skin. You moan, tugging lightly on his hair as he grunts against your skin, smacking your ass before pulling away.

"I'm the only one who can treat you like a whore. You belong to me.." Sunoo hardly ever manhandles you or acts overly dominant, but when he does, fuck it feels good.

He had moved to let you lay on the seat, hovering over you as he pushed your skirt upwards, sliding your panties to the side. "My pretty little slut.. You're so wet for me, princess."

He slides a finger into you, just teasing you slightly as he undoes his pants one handedly.

"Sunoo. Do you have a condom?" You question as he shakes his head. "No, but it's fine.. I know my pretty little whore will take my cum like a good girl, hm?"

His words make your heart skip a beat. He's usually adamant when it comes to using protection, but hearing him say that just unlocked emotions you'd never felt before.

While you're in a daze, Sunoo manages to free his cock, stroking it slowly before rubbing his length against your pussy folds, your wetness lubing him up.

He slides in easily, pulling you from your trance as you moan loudly, covering your mouth. He lets out a groan of his own, not even waiting for you to adjust as he thrusts into you hard and fast.

The angle of his hips allows him to hit that one spot that really makes everything feel ten times better.

You're a moaning mess, and he's already feeling his own stomach twist as he fucks into you. He slides his hands up your torso, almost ripping the buttons of your cardigan open as he shoves your bra downwards, leaning down to suck on your nipple.

The combined feeling of his tongue swirling your nipple, and his cock reaching deep inside of you is pure euphoria. You already feel like you're about to cum.

"Sunoo... Please. I'm gonna cum." You let out a weak moan, gripping the hair of Sunoo's nape as he smiles, pulling away from your now swollen nipple. He watches your face twist pleasurably, your orgasm approaching fast. As soon as he knows you're about to cum, he stills his hips completely, denying you of the pleasurable feeling.

"Fuck, Sunoo.. Please.." You beg, near tears at the denial as he chuckles, giving you a small peck to your lips. "Wanna fuck you from behind.. I'll let you cum, princess.." He pulls out, his cock rosy and wet from your warmth. He helps you to turn over, your ass up and perfectly placed for him to use.

Sunoo gives your ass a light smack before pushing into you, thrusting slowly before stopping completely. "If you wanna cum you have to earn it... Move your ass.."

You whine, holding yourself up as you rock your hips back onto his, moaning as his cockhead presses your sweet spot.

"Sunoo.. Fuck, baby." Your moans fill the car, ricocheting off of every surface as Sunoo smiles out of satisfaction. "That's my good slut.."

He grips your hips, going back to fucking you as his hips meet yours persistently.

You immediately begin to feel your looming orgasm as he pounds into you, moaning uncontrollably. You even let out small whines, wincing at how tight he's gripping your hips.

"Cum for me, baby.." He groans, his own orgasm approaching as you clench around him. The sound of skin slapping is reverberating through the car as he speeds up again.

You let out a loud moan, coming undone around Sunoo as you tighten around him, drawing a moan out of his throat. "Fuck, baby.. Im cumming.."

He spills inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he comes undone within your walls. "Pretty girl.. So cute and full of my cum.." He pulls out, watching as his cum slides out of your hole, and stuffing it back in before it can drip down your thigh.

He then turns you over, watching your chest rise and fall heavily. He leans down to kiss you, his lips parted prettily to deepen the kiss. You pull away after a few seconds, panting as he smiles.

"Don't be a brat next time.. Got it?"

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[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Hi! I used to read this comic back in the day (last thing I remember is everyone mad that you didn't draw 'Earl's pink spots and consolidated it into the shorts. Idk when that was, might try to catch up) nice it's still going. I was just wondering, how do you handle the blog in-universe? (obviously stuff from you isn't canon and such, steven set up a blog iirc, but we're basically omniscient other dimensional people who see everything? (like, the pure story stuff with no asks) Because we know so much from the og show already and the goings-on and personal moments and such. I hope this made sense. (I'm thinking of starting my own character ask blog haha)

Ahhh, the good old days...

...how do you handle the blog in-universe?

Great question. The reality is... I really kinda don't.

I try not to overthink that part of it, because while the asks DO drive the story forward, they don't really direct it, if that makes sense. I pick which asks to post, which means I'm directing. The asks are just a vehicle, and thus, I don't really wanna focus on whether it's a clown car or a Mercedes Benz.

...we're basically omniscient other dimensional people who see everything?

Not quite! Although I do let a few meta asks slip through the narrative, for the most part, I stubbornly ignore any asks that try to spoil the plot for Steven. So not the "omniscient other dimensinal people" part. Just regular people who read the blog!

The in-story explanation is that Steven writes down what happens, even if there are no asks to accompany the story. He posts photos sometimes, and describes his adventures. This is kind of like Steven's personal diary? That's why you're all privy to most of what goes on in the story.

Granted, sometimes I bend or break the rules for that, if it serves the plot better. So, you know... the car has a bit of a Fred Flinstone vibe to it.

[marsxcutie]

Fixation│Jonathan Crane x Reader

Fixation - Part 3, Part 2, Part 1

Fixation Masterlist

A/N: I did not anticipate this story to be this much of a slow burn (imo) sorry! Jonathan is such a gentleman (for the most part) in this chapter eeeek. REST ASSURED THINGS PICK UP IN THIS PART! This man moves quickly. Some random time skips because I for one hate a play by play and I'm sure others do too, I know why ya'll are here (-ω-)ω-)

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Female Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) is Arkham's new lead psychologist in the developing acute pediatric unit. Dr. Crane soon becomes fixated on the pretty young doctor. Is she just as fixated on him?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: home invasion, bondage, scarecrow (yes! he's a warning), fear toxin usage, spiders (not real), reader is drugged

The rest of your first day was a bit of a blur, honestly the interaction with Elias had scared you. You were usually more of a brave soul but knowing that this man and a lot of other men just like him were in the same building as you everyday was unsettling, even if you weren’t working directly with them. Maybe you were in over your head. It would be at least a couple months until you even worked with patients, as the pediatric unit isn’t even fully built yet. 

You gently rubbed your eyes as you walked back down the cobblestone path towards the gate. Today has taken a lot out of you. You didn’t live far but the thought of walking home was more intimidating than usual. You suddenly felt hyper aware of just how vulnerable you truly were. 

“(Y/N).” Someone called after you. You stopped and turned, Dr. Crane now walking towards you. “You weren’t planning on walking home this late were you?” He looked down at you with a worried expression. 

“Oh, I don’t live far.” You gave Dr. Crane a reassuring smile.

“A lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone this late. I can give you a ride?” He bit back saying something about how beautiful you are, probably not appropriate after knowing your colleague for a day. 

“If you don’t mind, I would appreciate it.” You smiled softly, honestly you were relieved. 

“I’m parked around the back.” He gestured to the path that led around the side of the building. You nodded and followed him around the side and to the back of the building. The path led to a small parking lot, where a few cars were parked. “We park back here to reduce patients potentially seeing what we drive.” He clicked a button on his keys and a black mercedes benz with tinted windows lit up and beeped. He walked you to the passenger side and opened the door for you. “Thank you.” You smiled and slid into the seat. He closed the door gently and moved back around to the driver's side.

“I’ll need directions.” He chuckled, he was already out of the parking lot and driving down the road. “Oh right,” you smiled sheepishly, “It’s just a couple blocks straight up the road.” 

It didn’t take long for you to point out your apartment building and Dr. Crane pulled over to the side next to the sidewalk. “I’ll get your door.” He got out and walked around to your side, opening the door and offering you his hand. You took his hand and looked up at him, but his gaze wasn’t on you, his head was turned towards the sidewalk, a stern look on his face. You followed his gaze to a man sitting on the sidewalk, holding a cardboard sign. You squeezed his hand, “That’s Gary, he’s harmless.” 

“Let me make sure you get inside safe, you never know what someone is truly capable of.” Dr. Crane stepped aside to let you lead the way. You rolled your eyes playfully and headed up the stairs to the entrance. “Hi Gary.” You smiled at the man next to the stairs, Gary grumbled out a greeting to you and you looked back at Dr. Crane as to say see?

You made your way down the apartment building hallway, your door being the one at the very end. You didn’t open your door but instead turned your back to it, preparing to say goodnight to Dr. Crane. “Thank you for the ride home Jonathan.” He gave you a small smile, “It’s no problem (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” Not waiting for a reply, he turned and made his way back out to the front of the building. 

You waited until he was out the entrance until you turned around and unlocked your door. After all, you never know what someone is truly capable of. 

—

You woke up early the next morning, completing your morning ritual which consisted of doing your hair, makeup, and picking out a cute (professional) outfit. You opted for a pair of pixie dress pants and a pinstripe button up, leaving maybe a few too many buttons undone. You did a subtle smoky eye look, and left your hair down. 

As you made your way into the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice all the new raindrops on the window. It was raining hard and you now dreaded the walk to work. “Shit.” You muttered, looking at the time, you had to leave like now. You quickly made your way to the closet and dug out an old umbrella, slipping on your heels and jacket. You made your way out of the building, you could barely see the street. It was raining so hard. You stood under the last little bit of protection you had and went to open the umbrella, with no luck. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Tears pricked at your eyes, there was no way you could walk to work in this weather without an umbrella, even with an umbrella you’d probably still be soaking. 

“Need a ride?” A voice from the street called out. You tried to squint through the heavy downpour to see who was calling out to you. The figure made its way towards you, holding an umbrella. 

“Jonathan, what are you doing here?” You said in a harsher tone than you had meant to when your colleague appeared before you. 

“I’m sorry, I hope this isn’t an intrusion. I saw how hard it was raining this morning and didn’t want you catching a cold.” 

He seemed genuine, and that was very thoughtful of him to consider that you had to walk to work in the rain. You sighed and gave him a smile, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a hard morning already.” 

He shook his head, “No worries, are you ready?” He offered his arm, and you gratefully took it, stepping out from under the small protection you had to under his umbrella. He walked you to his car, making sure you didn’t slip. 

The ride to work was short but even in the car the roads were hard to see. Jonathan seemed to manage the drive with no problem though. He gave you a sense of safety that not a lot of other people have before. It definitely helped his case that he was so handsome. You couldn’t help but admire his features as he drove. His eyes were so pretty and you didn’t even want to think too hard about his lips..knowing where your mind would wander. 

"We'll be spending the day together again. We're quite short staffed right now." Jonathan broke you out of your trance. You let out a small laugh, "I don't mind spending the day with you." You internally rolled your eyes at yourself for how corny you sounded. Jonathan shifted his gaze to you and smiled.

— later that evening —

The work day had gone by very quickly, honestly it had kind of been a blur. The last thing you clearly remembered was drinking a coffee that Jonathan had brought you from the break room. Everything after that seemed to blur together, your head in a daze. Jonathan had given you a ride home again but you honestly couldn't recall how you got in your bed. You looked up at the ceiling, your bedroom light going in and out of focus. You blinked hard, trying to focus, to no avail. You tried to sit up, but your arms felt numb. You fell back onto your pillows, your head slumped to the side and you lost consciousness.

You slowly blinked your eyes open, your vision fuzzy. You tried to lift your arms but your movement was restricted by something. You struggled more but a wave of pain shot up your arm as something tightened around your wrists. You whimpered, slowly gaining more consciousness. Your legs were spread and you could not move them either. You thrashed your body violently, realizing the gravity of the situation. You opened your mouth to scream but you were quickly silenced. A man appeared over you, his hand covering your mouth. His head was covered by a burlap mask, stitches were sewn into the mask and his two holes were cut for the man's eyes. "Sh sh shhh." The man brought his face closer to yours. You screamed into his hand and trashed violently, trying to break free from your restraints. The masked man tightened his hand over your mouth, squeezing your face. You cried out in pain at his strength and continued your escape attempt. The man sighed and grabbed something from the bedside table with his free hand. "It seems you won't cooperate, what a shame." He climbed on top of you with a rag in his hand. "I need both hands doll, you understand." He removed the hand that was over your mouth and quickly replaced it with the rag, you screamed and wildly shook your head. He was far too strong, lifting up your head and tying the rag tightly around you. A strong smell from the rag filled your nose and you attempted a scream again. It was useless, being gagged quieted you. Tears streamed down the side of your face and you cried out against the rag. A hand gently caressed your face, "Look at me." You obeyed and looked up at the man. Your eyes widened in horror and you started sobbing harder. His mask had spiders crawling out of it, falling onto you. You screamed and closed your eyes, shaking your head violently. The weight of the man suddenly disappeared. You opened your eyes to see that he had gotten off of you, he grabbed a notebook from the side table, writing something down quickly. He put the notebook down, turning his head towards you. He rushed back to the side of the bed, his blue eyes boring into you.

Those eyes..

"What did you see?" He yanked the rag from your mouth and replaced it with his index finger, "Shshsh." He lowered his voice, "Tell me what you saw."

"S-Spiders." You whimpered, your body shuddering with sobs.

He tilted his head, and shoved the rag back into your mouth. He grabbed the notebook again, jotting something else down.

You looked around the room and screamed out against the rag once more. A giant spider was in the corner, crawling its way towards you, its long legs moving slowly. You trashed violently, turning your head towards your captor. You lifted your head, attempting to plead with him. He made his way back to you, grabbing your chin. "If I take the rag out, will you behave?" You nodded your head quickly, looking up at him with wide eyes. He gently pulled the rag out of your mouth.

"Please please please," you babbled, "Please make it stop." You cried, craning your head towards the man. He brought his face closer to yours, stroking your cheek with his fingertips. He said something that you couldn't understand and you felt a sharp pain in your arm. Your body reacted immediately, your senses going numb and your eyelids getting heavy. You fought against it, trying to keep your sight on the masked man but you couldn't fight it, your vision going black.

[yyenky]

In October 1993, shortly after signing with Williams, Ayrton gave the following interview to Grid magazine while taking the interviewer for a ride in his Mercedes-Benz 300:

After all, who outwitted who in the Prost/Williams/Senna affair?

– There is no one who got the wrong foot or who took the fall.

Long silence. The driver accelerates, the man thinks. Next to him, many ordinary drivers, if they turned their faces, would see the idol up close. They don't. Everyone seems to have the same goal: to move forward, at any cost. Ayrton breaks the silence:

– There’s nothing like that. My move to Williams was just a matter of time.

Prost said that, if he wanted, he would bar you from joining the team – I tease.

– Why didn't he do it, then?

Tell me how it happened.

– No! (nervous) I won't go into details. I think it's nonsense, it's beside the point. There is only one truth: I am a Williams driver and… (long pause)

And?

– …And that’s it. That's the truth. I'm going to race for Williams and he won't be there. If he said he could stop me, I'm surprised, because wasn't he the one who declared so many times that he didn't have the right to stop anyone, that this was a team decision? So Prost, as always, talks a lot. He would gain much more if he talked less. That's what happens to him: he talks too much!

The car advances, now more quickly. The cars in front seem to give way. Senna accelerates, brushes past a car, cuts off another, all with the utmost safety. And he continues talking about life:

– I'm very well, I'm fine. I'm doing what I like, I race, I have a prominent position, credibility not only in driving a race car, for having demonstrated that I am technically competent, but also for honoring, on the professional side, the commitments I make. This is all a great achievement in the life of a professional.

He now speaks freely, without restraint:

– When you sign a one-year contract, you offer the service and the other party assumes their responsibility. Then, throughout the year, it will depend on the ability of both to live together and fulfill the commitment, not only on paper but in the spirit of the thing. The spirit of the agreement is what really matters. And only those who are truly capable of fulfilling it, due to personal desire, competence, seriousness and professionalism, are the ones that last, that have a long lifespan, otherwise it lasts a year, two years and ends. This year, for example, I signed the contract with the Nacional Bank in March, after having already raced in South Africa. We know that we can count on each other in good times and in difficult times. This is credibility, it's something that very few people have in my profession. In fact, I don't think anyone does, if you want me to be honest. I'm not bragging, no, but I honestly don't think there is any Formula 1 driver today, or in the last five years, who has credibility like that.

If he heard this, Prost would say that, in addition to believing in God, Senna thinks he is God. Let them understand each other, or disagree… In fact, the Brazilian barely hides a taste of revenge, because a year ago, when he thought he could choose the team he wanted, he found himself in the closed door of Williams.

– I could race for any team except Williams. I couldn't race because Prost had a specific veto against me. For that reason alone: he refused to compete with me on the same team.

Wouldn’t you do the same if you were in his place?

– This is cowardice! You can make certain demands within a team to have a strong position. There are small teams that cannot have two number 1 drivers. But in a Ferrari, a McLaren, a Williams and a Benetton, this does not apply, because they have the technical and economic possibilities to have two top drivers. If I hadn't raced this year, Williams would have won all the Grand Prix, with the exception of Portugal. What happened last year was a shame. But everyone competes the way they want. There are some who are happy to compete like this, to lay down their cards before dealing the deck. I would never compete like that.

Ok, but rumor has it that Ayrton would have blocked Derek Warwick when he was racing for Lotus. He swears not. And, as he is Williams' number 1 by contract, poor Damon Hill would be destined to lose every race…

– No, no! I could have a clause in the contract saying: “If Damon is in first and I am in second, you have to take your foot off and let me pass because I am number 1”. But I don't have that in the contract. This is absurd, it is not competition. If the guy in front of you is driving better, it's your problem to find a way to drive better than him and win the race. Now… it has happened that a number 2 driver reached number 1 and the team said: “No way”. Yes, that exists.

While Ayrton speaks, the cars around him provide the usual scenes of Brazilian traffic. Some drivers ignore red lights, others brake at pedestrian crossings, some make the craziest overtakes. Just like Eddie Irvine in Suzuka…

What's worth more behind the wheel? The boldness or the experience?

– In Formula 1, it is more difficult to race against experience – comments Senna, somewhat unmotivated at no longer having a Prost or a Mansell to face him on the tracks. – An experienced driver doesn’t risk as much in certain situations, but on the other hand, he leaves the door open for you to overtake, he takes the laps at the same pace…

But, after all, what will become of Senna? Are you going to pull a Prost and stop racing after winning four or five championships?

– I have no limit. I'm 33 years old and I think I still have a lot ahead of me. In fact, when I get older, I think I'm going to relax in Indy! (laughs)

(x)

[blorbocedes]

hii it's 'I'm crying over brocedes' hours, blorbie do you think either one regrets ever meeting the other?

I don't think so!

keke making mclaren mercedes benz karting team for nico and lewis was lewis' first official mclaren connection which later helped his relations with ron dennis. and lewis talking how karting in Italy With Nico when they were kids was some of the best times, because you could truly enjoy the racing without the ego/pressure and just be kids. lewis also said coming to monaco to stay at keke's building with nico as kids was what made him dream big like yes, I want to achieve this life and he did! they live in the same building in monaco now! I would also argue driving wise nico made lewis work on his starts more, and it's the constant competition of 2013-2016 that made lewis a more complete, better driver like his peak form we saw.

for nico, lewis was his greatest challenge and his mountain to climb by beating him. he'd been coming second to lewis his entire life and he needed to prove it to himself that if he gave everything, he could be good enough. it made him hone himself into a better driver when the yardstick of measurement and comparison is the greatest driver in modern f1. I think that's also why nico is so complimentary of lewis as a driver because he has tried and knows where he falls short against him. going up against lewis in the title fight of his life also made him realize he Can walk away from f1, and not many people are able to.

lewis saying he reflected on being a better teammate not just driver after 2016/the last few years wouldn't have happened if silver war never happened. he grew as a person bc of it.

i think they both shaped each other during pivotal parts of their life, and they wouldn't be who they are now if they never met.

[pomefioredove]

kay', this is a very random and ??? headcanon of mine but i want someone to hear it: Twisted Wonderland characters whose diseny villains move from place to place on horseback in some scenes have motorbikes, and those in carriages have cars. For example, given that Lady Tremaine and her children go to the prince's ball in a carriage, I say that Trein has an obviously expensive vintage car, one that he may have bought when he was newly married to his late wife. Or that Vargas has a motorbike, because of the castle assault scene where Gaston is on horseback.

Now, hear me out: Rollo and Jamil each getting off a black motorbike, taking off their helmets... I have the headcanon that Rollo to put out everything that's in his head smokes, and on the sly because he's barely 18. They park the bike, not in uniform but dressed in their own wardrobe; Jamil pulls out his phone to answer Kalim's missed calls or Rollo pulls out a fosforers and a cigarette. I can see him having the Vivienne Westwood lighter in the shape of a saturn, really. And without counting, after 'Hellfire', Frollo gets out of a carriage the next day. And maybe this is very delulu, but imagine a Rollo who's already out of NBC, going to or coming back from college tryouts driving his parents' dark Mercedes Benz.

...

I'm already freaking out.

HAHH have you seen the behind-the-scenes doodle of frollo smoking a cig? I can't find it but that's the first thing that came to mind

I do think this is a cool concept, though! the second I read trein I was already picturing the exact vintage car. then I started thinking about crewel, on the topic of teachers, since cruella de vil HAS car, and now I'm picturing him with the same road rage, lol

[boricuacherry-blog]

The Simpsons' friends remembered the couple as being so much fun, frequently hosting parties, including annual Easter dinners and Fourth of July bashes where everyone's kids swam and ate and had a blast. They remained very close to Nicole's parents and they and her sisters were usually at all the family-friendly parties, too.

"The truth is, no one really knew her during her marriage," a friend who said she had known Nicole since their early 20s told the LA Times after she was killed. "She was never free to be herself or have friends. She wasn't available for that kind of intimacy." Nicole was also prone to abruptly canceling plans or not showing up when both she and O.J. were expected somewhere, the friend added, recalling that O.J. would regularly claim that his wife was in bed with menstrual cramps.

"She was the type of person who would not say to me what her problems were," added Maria Bauer, who told the Times she often heard the couple loudly fighting in Simpson's home office. "She wouldn't talk."

In 1988, Nicole turned up driving a new Ferrari, which she would say was O.J.'s version of an "I'm sorry."

The word on O.J. and Nicole's marriage and the almost seven years that they lived together beforehand was that it was explosive, that they looked blissfully happy at times but would also have intense fights. Seemingly everyone they knew socially was well aware of the volatility. Only in hindsight, after Nicole was killed, did it click into place.

Friends of Nicole would say that she fought back with words when she could. "He'd cheat. She'd find out. She'd get angry. She'd confront him," one told the Times. "She's a strong girl and she'd confront him. And they would fight."

Mark Fuhrman, the LAPD detective who played a pivotal role in O.J.'s defense strategy at the murder trial, wrote in a 1989 memo (during an internal look at how many times Nicole had called the cops on O.J.) that he responded to a call at the Rockingham house in the fall/winter of 1985. He arrived to find a woman crying and a Mercedes-Benz with the windshield smashed in; she told Fuhrman that Simpson had smashed it with a bat.

Denise Brown testified that, while out to dinner one night with her sister and brother-in-law in 1987, "O.J. grabbed Nicole's crotch and said, 'This is where babies come from and this belongs to me.' And Nicole just sort of wrote it off as if it was nothing, like - you know, like she was used to that kind of treatment and he was like - I thought it was really humiliating, if you ask me."

Also on the stand, Denise recalled telling O.J. sometime in the mid-80's that he was taking Nicole for granted, after which he flew into a rage.

"He ran upstairs, got clothes, started flying down the stairs and grabbed Nicole, told her to get out of his house, wanted us all out of his house, picked her up, threw her against the wall, picked her up, threw her out of the house," Denise said tearfully. "She ended up on her - she ended up falling. She ended up on her elbows and on her butt...we were all sitting there screaming and crying, and then he grabbed me and threw me out of the house."

Nicole would go home to her parents occasionally after such blowups, but O.J. would always call and emotionally apologize, and she would go back.

Nicole confided in friend Kris Jenner that O.J. was cheating and that he would get physically rough during fights, but that "she never came out and said, 'I'm being abused by O.J.' I wished I would have asked her for specifics. But I didn't want to cross a line if she didn't want to talk about something, which would become one of my biggest regrets. All she told me was, 'I want to leave him and I do not know how. I don't know if I can stay. He's really hard to live with.'"

A close-up photo of her bruised face was found after her death in a safety-deposit box.

"She said she wanted to show me some things and talk about what was in her safe," Kris said. "And so now unfortunately it all makes sense that that's probably what she wanted to reveal to me that next day, which broke my heart because I will always feel horrible that I didn't pay enough attention."

"I only attended junior college for a very short time, because [Simpson] wanted me to be available to travel with him whenever his career required him to go to a new location, even if it was for a short period of time," Nicole would later state in an affidavit petitioning for spousal and child support during their 1992 divorce proceedings. "I have no other college education, and I hold no degrees...I am not currently employed and spend my time caring for my two young children."

When Nicole filed for divorce, O.J. was by then dating model Paula Barbieri. O.J. and Nicole settled their divorce in 1992 with O.J. agreeing to pay Nicole a lump sum of $433,750, plus $10,000 a month in child support. Nicole also retained the deed on a rental property in San Francisco. All told, Nicole relished being a full-time mom. She even reconnected with her friends.

"She became Nicole Brown, her own person," Cora Fischman, a friend and neighbor from Rockingham, told the LA Times. "She started all over again."

A call, played in court less than two years later, was 13 1/2 minutes long. Simpson could be heard vaguely in the background, but at one point came through clearly, when Nicole told him the kids were sleeping. He said, "You didn't give a s*** about the kids when you were sucking his d**k in the living room. They were here. Didn't care about the kids then."

Nicole told the dispatcher her ex was referring to something that happened "a long time ago." (Simpson had seen her through the front window having a sexual encounter with a boyfriend in 1992).

A couple who were her next-door neighbors on Gretna Green also testified that they would sometimes see O.J. standing outside her house, looking at it from the sidewalk.

On the morning of June 13, 1994, the children, Sydney and Justin, who were then 8 and 5, were ushered out of the house through a back door by police with no idea what had happened. Sydney called the house phone from the police station, leaving a message asking her mom why she and Justin were there. "Mommy, please call me back. I want to know what happened last night...Please answer, Mommy!"

Nicole's funeral would be two days later.

Meanwhile, O.J. bombed a lie detector test.

During the his murder trial, Italian shoemaker Bruno Magli got some free publicity when a bloody print at the murder scene was matched to a size-12 Bruno Magli Lorenzo boot.

O.J. denied owning a pair and said later in a deposition for the civil trial that he'd never wear "those ugly ass shoes," but photos were dug up much later showing him wearing the brand on two separate occasions.

For the murder trial, defense attorney Carl Douglas told Dateline that his team switched up some of the decor in O.J.'s Rockingham Avenue home before the jury toured it to make it seem as if the tarnished football hero, who famously stated, "I'm not black, I'm O.J." was more in touch with his cultural roots than he really was. Out went a half-naked picture of girlfriend Paula Barbieri, and in came African art.

While Marcia Clark, a part of the L.A. County District Attorney's Office's special trials unit since 1989, was trying to prosecute O.J. for murder, she was also constantly put on the defensive. Her style was criticized, so she got a new hairdo and was criticized for that. Her ex-husband sued her for primary custody of their two sons during the trial, alleging she was working too much to properly take care of them. The National Enquirer published old topless photos of her taken on a vacation with her then-husband. Even a potential juror, a woman, when asked if there was anything she might hold against the prosecution, told Clark, "I think your skirts are too short, how about that?"

She was dismissed. But not before Judge Ito cracked, "I was wondering when someone was going to mention that."

But the families of the victims she was trying to get justice for had the utmost confidence in her heading into the trial.

"She seems always to be concerned with our family, how we're doing, and at the same time there's never a doubt in my mind she's working 25 hours a day, 10 days a week, on this case," Fred Goldman, Ron's father, told the New York Times. "On a scale from 1 to 100, she easily gets 110."

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

You turned our song down, baby, what for? You had lit candles on the dashboard Red roses growing out of the door Wanna say something you never said before

We were driving down Sunset You know I love fast cars Passed by where we first met Damn, we made it so far

Red eyes from the red light And that just set the mood You say you’re obsessed with me So I took a second …and I said me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you’re obsessed with me, me too

I did my hair like waves on the beach This dress so tight you can’t even speak My heels so high I might get a nose bleed Music’s so loud, but I hear your heartbeat

We were driving down Sunset You know I love fast cars Passed by where we first met Damn, we made it so far

Red eyes from the red light And that just set the mood You say you’re obsessed with me So I took a second …and I said me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you're obsessed with me, me too

I’m obsessed with me as much as you Say you’d die for me, I’d die for me too And if I lost you, I’d still have me, I can’t lose When you say that you're obsessed with me, me too

***

HIIIII SORRY GOTTA CRAM IN A COUPLE LAST MINUTE SUBMISSIONS BEFORE THE END OF FEMSLASH FEBRUARY

Okay, but tbh!!! I pair this song with YasMoon because of course I do, I pair everything with YasMoon, but it could easily work for S1 Yasmine x Anyone. That girl's egotism was absolutely UNMATCHED.

This song is honestly so perfect for S1 YasMoon at its most absolutely, shamelessly, rancidly toxic, and I am feral about it. Like, Moon practically worshiped the ground Yasmine walked on--to the point she just kept doing shit she was clearly uncomfortable with to please her girlfriend best friend. Like she laughed at all Yasmine's mean jokes, even though we know Moon isn't really a mean-spirited person! She let Yasmine boot Sam out of their clique (AND her fancy red Mercedes-Benz!), even though she would've readily taken Sam back if she apologized! She sat by Yasmine and watched their ex-friend get slut-shamed by the entire cafeteria, even though she clearly disapproved! Idk, sure sounds like someone's a little bit obsessed with impressing Ms. Off-Brand Regina George. But what do I know 💅

Also, yes, I absolutely believe these girls spent their off-screen time in Season 1 going on joyrides down Sunset Boulevard, blasting every generic pop-rock song they can get their manicured hands on, wearing stilettos and slutty dresses to get one another hot and bothered, gifting each other rose bouquets, having blatant fire hazards in their cars for the "sultry vibes," and fucking nasty in the most secluded corners of Encino. Both the back of that Range Rover and the back of that Benz have seem some action, I'm sure 👀

ALSO "You know I love fast cars" dying because Yasmine canonically does??? She loves cars so fast that they ram into the prized Pontiac Firebirds of jaded, ex-karate-champion alcoholics and bash them up so bad that said alcoholics have to get towed to their ex-karate-rival's car dealership and end up restarting an evil snake dojo out of spite. Was it worth it, Yas??? Was your love of fast cars worth kick-starting a martial arts war for the soul of the San Fernando Valley???

Kind of really like how this moodboard came out D: The scarlet, orange, yellow-blonde, and Slutty Pink™️combination goes so hard for them, imo. Also matches up with the colors these lesbians loves to wear, so!!! Yasmine and Moon love their oranges and reds and pinks 🧡❤️🩷 Coincidentally, a couple of those colors feature prominently in a certain flag...

YASMOON TAG LIST LET'S GOOOOO @multifandom-lesbian09 @karatecaulfield @themasterusersblog @ficusin @gemini-sensei @elisiassideb1tch

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request! Hopefully more YasMoon soon to come ❤️❤️❤️

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

Hello car expert person! I love your blog and I have a question.

What car would you say is the best intersection between "modern features" and "this machine better not even LOOK at the internet or I'll drive into a lake and swim to saftey"?

I'm a big fan of cars that you can't connect a phone to in any capacity. I don't want to bluetooth SHIT. I barely trust phone charger adaptors. If it has a screen in it, we are enemies. But I also very much like adequate crumple zones, fuel efficiency, and other advantages of newer models. Do you know anything that's a good middle ground?

no i totally am in the same page. i want my cars (and honestly almost all my tech) as dumb as possible. like i almost exclusively play cds in my car, even though i have the option to connect my phone i prefer the physical stuff. i agree though, i do want some safety featuresit’s a tough middle ground

i think about the only cars i can think of that sorta fit the bill are 80s and 90s volvos and mercedes, and the fuel economy isn’t phenomenal on those compared to what stuff nowadays can achieve, but it’s not awful. the safety is solid on those, there’s so many videos of newer cars getting into collisions with like volvo 240s and the volvos coming out basically unscathed while the other car is fully crumpled. that being said, the crumpling is there for a reason and while nothing’s getting into the cabin of a volvo there is more risk of the driver getting knocked around in there a good bit

the mercedes recommendation comes in because when i bought my ‘84 300d as my first car, my dad told me a story about a time he and his friend wrapped one around a tree and were able to walk away without a scratch. the diesel benzes were also pretty good on fuel economy and if diesel or an alternative is cheap enough in your area they’re solid, mine i think averaged low 30s, which was worse than my corolla and mazda3 but not significantly

to be honest, a lot of economy cars from the late 2000s to early 2010s are probably solid. my friend’s 2010 civic feels decently modern in terms of economy and safety but doesn’t have any screens or tech features. she also mostly uses cds. my dad’s 06-07 mazda3 was the same, as was my 05. they don’t feel quite as solid on the road as the old volvos and benzes but have better airbags and crumple zones

so yeah if you wanna go OLD old i would go volvo or mercedes (just be wary of repair costs, those are both reliable cars that get expensive when things do eventually break) and if you want slightly newer you could definitely do worse safety-wise than a late 2000s japanese economy car

[dellovestorant]

I can’t lie but I’m a little bit nervous of George’s future.

It seems like Kimi is in the seat nest to him next year, but Toto has also made no secret of his desire to get Max. I have no doubt he will be booted if he’s outperformed by Kimi, and Max wants the Mercedes seat.

On the other side, I hate how Mercedes have treated him. I hate for him to lose out but if they don’t trust him they need to let him go. So conflicted

Ok I'm going to start this answer with a PSA:

If you're going to come in my ask box to doubt George's future at Mercedes based on Toto Wolff's actions and words you are not going to like my answers very much.

If George ever leaves Mercedes it will be on his own terms, not Toto's. Toto also does not hold every single decision making power within the team. If he did, Lewis would've gotten whatever he wanted with his contract contrary to the cult's beliefs. The big 3 at Mercedes Benz hold more power over driver line-ups and everything else essentially than Toto ever will.

Below the cut is a whole deep dive into the dynamics that is the board of management and their decision making power if any of you want to read.

Let's start with the fact everyone knows for certain.

Mercedes F1 team is controlled by Mercedes Benz, Toto Wolff and Ineos. They each hold 33.3% of the shares in this company.

The current board of management for the f1 team consists 2 reps from all three of the above entities. Markus Schäfer, Michael Schiebe for MB, Johnny Ginns and Andy Currie for Ineos, Toto himself and Rene Berger (Toto's business partner). Oh and Carrie Donaghy as company secretary but she's not a major player.

Ineos tbh is kinda there to just pay the amount in salaries and other things Benz didn't want to pay for. They don't actually hold much weight in driver line up decisions and will probably go with the one that causes less chaos. Jim Radcliffe is also a tad bit more focused on football than F1 at the moment and who knows if Johnny Ginns even exists. They won't fight Benz or Toto on driver line-up decisions.

So technically, it means it's Benz vs Toto 50-50 you would think when it comes to massive decisions. Not really actually.

Without Mercedes, there is no Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Formula 1 team. Now you may ask why Mercedes Benz is delving into the business of Mercedes-AMG (you shouldn't it's pretty much common sense).

AMG is a wholly owned subsidiary of Benz. Their current CEO, Michael Schiebe, used to be the chief of staff to Ola Kallenius, CEO of Mercedes Benz. Schiebe also currently reports to Markus Schäfer. These names sound familiar? Schiebe and Schäfer are essentially the right and left hand men to Kallenius and the 3 of them make up the big 3 I was referring to earlier.

Now they'll give and take in negotiations, this isn't a dictatorship obviously but if Ola's set on something I have a feeling it's very hard to change his mind. And currently George is performing to a standard that would absolutely not give anyone really any ammunition to replace him.

He's also continuously being used by Mercedes Benz in certain promotional things and activities entirely outside of F1. That douyin account is a right indicater of that, the chinese GP next year will be telling that's for sure. That Targa Florio drive for the Bandini Trophy? The trophy is awarded for people's performances in motorsport in the past year. Lando won the 2023 version. Take a look at his season vs George's 2022 season and tell me who should've won the 2023 trophy. And then take a look at those two's 2023 season and tell me who should've won this year. The significance of George winning the trophy this year? It's the 100 year anniversary of Mercedes' Targa Florio win, it's 130 years of Mercedes in Motorsport and a whole bunch of anniversaries for Mercedes Benz as a company. An 18 year old is not going to generate what Mercedes Benz is doing with PR, at least not to the level George is. He might match George with the F1 team's social media activity but not Mercedes Benz. We're talking about the company that has had Roger Federer as an ambassador since 2008 and will continue to have him as an ambassador.

The board is also quite protective of George if you've noticed. They've let publications run their mouths about Kimi's testing results however they like until they started reporting the kid was beating George's times. Then Shov came out and said like 3 times testing times are not that representative. The whole email saga came out in Canada and who turns up in Barcelona for the very next race? Ola.

Schäfer and Britta Seeger (now she's a woman you just have to stan) were also in Monaco. You won't see Michael Schiebe at an F1 race anytime soon though that man is allergic to dealing with anything motorsport related in public yet they've just put him in charge of another racing company.

That recent post by Mercedes F1 with Ola appearing in Brackley and Brixworth? It could be entirely planned but considering what had just happened and the fact Ola has not being placed in center stage of Mercedes F1 socials in like ever, it's an interesting appearence to publicise for sure (why that man was talking batteries though to people at Brackley I do not know and frankly I doubt I would want to).

Like I said, if George is not at Mercedes anymore, it would be entirely at his discretion. Plus if he leaves, Redbull is going to be right there knocking on his door regardless of their junior drivers. Just take a look on how Christian Horner and Helmut Marko speaks on and of George.

Also why do people keeping thinking Kimi will get outperformed by George? Have some faith please guys.

[umlewis]

Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 Team & Lewis Hamilton To Part Ways

The Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team and Lewis Hamilton will part ways at the end of the 2024 season. Lewis has activated a release option in the contract announced last August and this season will therefore be his last driving for the Silver Arrows. The news brings an end to what is currently a 17-year long relationship in F1 with Mercedes-Benz and an 11-year long partnership with the works team. Toto Wolff, Team Principal & CEO, commented: "In terms of a team-driver pairing, our relationship with Lewis has become the most successful the sport has seen, and that’s something we can look back on with pride. Lewis will always be an important part of Mercedes motorsport history. However, we knew our partnership would come to a natural end at some point, and that day has now come. We accept Lewis’s decision to seek a fresh challenge and our opportunities for the future are exciting to contemplate, but for now we still have one season to go, and we are focused on going racing to deliver a strong 2024." Lewis Hamilton added: "I have had an amazing eleven years with this team and I'm so proud of what we have achieved together. Mercedes has been part of my life since I was thirteen years old. It's a place where I have grown up, so making the decision to leave was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make, but the time is right for me to take this step and I'm excited to be taking on a new challenge. I will be forever grateful for the incredible support of my Mercedes family, especially Toto for his friendship and leadership, and I want to finish on a high together. I am 100 percent committed to delivering the best performance I can this season and making my last year with the Silver Arrows one to remember."

[melanieph321]

LICHANTONY STAN'S AREEE YOOOUUU READYYY!!

Written In The Stars

Lichantony fanfiction +18 (Blame Lisandro)

Summary:

It's after the FA game against Reading. Antony gets a text from Lisandro to meet him up outside of the stadium

Antony was one of the last player to leave the dressing rooms at Old Trafford. To his own suprise he had been elected player of the match, his first player of the match award as an Manchester United player. One of many he hoped.

"It was a  good game, no?" Said Malacia. The two of them accompanied each other out of the stadium through the back door that led to the teams parking lot.

"Yeah, the team was really great."

"Yes, but you were outstanding." Malacia smiled. "Player of the match."

Antony chuckled shyly as Malacia nudged his side.

"Do you need a ride home or something?" He asked, pointing to his parked car.

"No it's okay, really "

Malacia shifted his head. The parking lot was empty. "Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"Um..." Antony scratched the back of his head compulsivly. "I dunno, I still got alot of energy from the match I should probably walk home, shake off the extra energy."

"I get it. See you in training tomorrow then."

"Yeah, see you."

Antony watched Malacia get in his car and drive away. He was the only person left in the parking lot now. He reached into his pocket and fished out his phone.

"No new messages." He cursed. Antony thought tonight would be different. That his man of the match award was worth breaking their rules for.

"I guess not." He sighed, angrily putting his phone back in his pocket.

Antony made his way down the road. The walk home would be long, but he'd call one of his friends to come pick him up once he got to the city.

He was upset but he shouldn't be, Lisandro didn't deserve to make him upset. This would be the third time he chose his girlfriend over Antony even though the two of them had made plans.

"Eyo, puta!"

Antony turned around at the drifting sound of a car. It was Lisandro, leaning out of the window of his Mercedes Benz, wearing that silly bukett hat of his.

"Are you trying to get kidnappad or what?" He grinned and pulled up to the sidewalk where Antony stood with hands in his pocket. "You came." He couldn't help but smile.

"Get in before you get a cold."

Antony climbed into the passenger seat as Lisandro hit the gas and drove away.

"You're a fucking tease, I hope you know that. I almost got a ride home with Malacia."

"That fool." Lisandro frowned. He kept one hand on the steering wheel whilst the other fiddle with the radio.

"You're teammates, don't say that." Antony chuckled,  Lisandro always made him laugh the hardest.

"He never stops smiling like a fucking idiot."

"Well, he was kind enough to offer me a ride home unlike you. I thought you were going to stand me up again." Antony said, mumbling the last part.

Silence fell in the car. Music from the radio played in the background but it wasn't loud enough to smother the painful silence.

Lisandro kept his eyes on the road so Antony turned to look out the window in frustration. The lights on the highway passed bye like shooting stars, lightning up their pathway in the night.

"Just take me home Licha." He said, without turning his head away from the window. "I'm not in the mood for anything else."

Lisandro didn't answering but turned the car at the next intersection. They were now driving on a country road, one of many here in Manchester.

"Maybe you were right, maybe this should stop." Antony said after awhile of silence. "I've been able to focus more on training without the distraction. I've got my player of the match reward to prove it."

The car jerked to the left as Lisandro pulled to the side of the road, turning of the engine before he turned to Antony.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, an intensity in his eyes as he searched Antony's face.

"Is that what you want?" Antony fired back, feeling how his heart raised in his chest.

Lisandro leaned back in his seat , his expression conflicted.

"I can't keep up with this." Antony sighed. "I can't keep of with your moods."

"My moods?" Lisandro frowned.

"Yes, your moods. One day you want me and the next day you want her. And the rules of us not being seen together so often after training, It's killing me Licha, it's fucking killing me." Antony balled up his fist but released it along with a deep exhale. "What more is there for me to do for you to want me. How stupid am I to think that this..." Antony pulled out his player of the match award from the backpack at his feet. "...this stupid player of the match award might get your attention and make you want to spend some more time with me. To make you..." Antony was silence by Lisandro who had leaned forward in his seat cupping Antony's face between his hands. "I love you and you know that. You don't need to go out of your way to impress me or get my attention. I am always watching you, during the games and training. Hey, I can't take my eyes of during warm up. You're all I think about Antony, you and me. It's written in the stars."

"Then why are you still with her?" Antony's voice was quiet, a bare whisper. Lisandro's hands withered from his face as the came to rest in Antony's lap instead.

"I told you. " He sighed."I just need more time."

"What if I can't give you that time?"

Lisandro lowered his head and let it knock against Antony's chest, where it stayed until Antony's fingers interwined with his hair. He felt a shiver, Lisandro's body twitching a bit. "I swear." He mumbled, somewhere below Antony's chest. His eyes were glossy once he raised his head to look at him. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."

Antony sat back, his hand still tangled up in Lisandro's hair. He went on to caress his right eyebrow, the one with the bandage over the cut in his eye.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not more than I've hurt you."

Lisandro went to tilt his cheek into the palm of Antony's hand, turning his head to plant a soft kiss against it.

"You never let anything get you down though." He said, continuing to serenate his hand with kisses, moving on to his entire arm by pulling up the sleeve to his jacket. "My player of the match." He said and paused to look at Antony who was staring at him with wide eyes.

Lisandro leaned in carefully, respecting if Antony would still want him to stay away. However he didn't. Instead their lips touched in the middle soon moving on to fill the car with loud smacking noises. Lisandro's hands krept eagerly, pulling down the zipper to Antony's jack and then his jeans. Antony wanted to make Lisandro feel good too, however his affections got nudged away as Lisandro positioned him right where he wanted him.

Antony sat back with his legs spread a bit, Lisandro's slowly going down on him. Antony's head fell back against the headrest as he was pulled out of his pants. Lisandro new just how to please him, enclosing his warm lips around him along with his hands clasped around his stem, sucking the precum of his tip like he was hungry for more.

"God Licha your killing me." Antony moaned.

Lisandro paused to lift his head and look at him.

"You deserve it. My player of the match." His smile was devious and so was the wet kiss against Antony's lips. Antony allowed a hand to rest on Lisandro's head, guiding him down towards his sweet spot.

He was right, Antony thought. The two of them, it was inevitable, written in the stars.