#and the winner is...

[moonlight-records]

And The Winner Is... | T. Wolff (Part I)

pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

summary: you love sabrina carpenter and your icon is giving one lucky audience member pink fuzzy handcuffs before 'Juno'. the catch? she's picking men more then females. it's a great thing that your boyfriend is really hot

warning: besides age gap (reader is in her 20's), none!

fc: none!

wc: 916

current | part 2

“On a scale from one to ten, how much do you tolerate me?”

“What?”

Toto looks up from his paperwork and stares at you, “do you mean how much do I love you?”

“No, I know what I said.”

Toto can’t help but stare at you. He glances away then back, not really sure how to respond to the question that is still lingering in the air. Finally, Toto rubs his face slowly as he drops his hands gently on the table, “I love you a lot therefore on a scale of one to ten, I would fall past ten.” Tilting his head slightly, “Why?”

“I bought concert tickets and I want you to go with me.” You admit smiling sheepishly.

“And do I know this artist?”

“Probably not. Unless you’ve always secretly listened to Sabrina Carpenter,” you make your way over to him. “It’s okay if you do, I don’t judge.”

Toto’s brow comes together in thought, “is that the small blonde you’ve been listening to?” Toto watches you confirm and he slowly nods. “So, you bought concert tickets?”

“Yeah.the company working with Team Sabrina released some VIP tickets so I got them actually and it’s a pre-show party with foods and merch and I get to be in the pit and all.” you start and shift slightly, “though…I did buy two tickets and sadly my friends are pretty busy that night so…”

"You want me to go to a concert with you?” Toto starts, “to a…pop? Yes, pop artist concert?” Toto puts his hands together while resting his forehead against them, “I understand why you asked me how much I tolerate you.” He can’t help the ghost of a smirk forming on his face when you make some noise before looking up and sighing gently, “When is it?”

“Next week from today.”

Toto brings his gaze to his computer as he starts to look through his calendar. He sees that he is free that day and he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, “Okay, be honest with me. Why do you want me to come with you?”

“For a date night, obviously,” you start as you round the corner and sitting on his desk, “we haven’t had one in forever and the break is almost done and it would be fun!” You smile at Toto before seeing the pointed look you give and you sigh, “Okay, maybe that’s not the only reason that I want you to come with me.”

“Obviously,” Toto remarks and smirks slightly, “so please. Explain why you want someone like me to assist you at this concert.” He raises a brow

“Because I really want to be the lucky winner of some pink fuzzy handcuffs that Sabrina gives out to a lucky person in the pit,” you whine softly as you lean forward, “pleaaaaaase.”

Toto is taken aback, surprised at the information you just told him, “Wh—pink fuzzy handcuffs? Why is she…” he shakes his head. This is not the time to ask about that, there are more pressing issues at hand. “How do I play into that?”

“Because she typically picks men over women and you just stand out and you are just so hot babe you’d be a shoo in for these cuffs.” You beam a smile to your boyfriend before you stand up and grab Toto’s shoulders gently, staring him dead in the eyes, “please, you would make me the happiest girl already if you got me these cuffs.”

Toto stares at you and sighs softly as he weighs his options, “Well, what’s in it for me?”

“Well,” you lean back, “free food. Free drinks—”

“Being stuck in an arena that is going to be extremely hot,” Toto interjects, “and loud, and probably result in a headache from the music and the people. Not to mention my ears ringing.”

���You get earplugs,” you pout slightly before leaning in a bit, “Toto. Listen to me. If you end up winning those cuffs, I will not only let you use them on me all night but I will drag you to the bathroom the moment the show is over and blow you into next year, okay?”

You weren’t very vocal when it came to being intimate. It’s not that you weren’t, you and Toto had a very healthy sex life, you just had never been one to really be into dirty talking or anything really vocalize outside of closed doors but this was different. You had been a long time Sabrina Carpenter fan and how many times could you win pink fuzzy handcuffs from your favorite artist to sing one of the horniest songs known to man while being able to handcuff your boyfriend?

Yeah, you had to make sure Toto knew what was on the line for these handcuffs. 

You watch the gears turn in Toto’s head as you take in his wide eyes and mouth open silently. You slowly nod when it finally clicks for Toto and he starts to slowly nod, “so, do you wanna come to this concert with me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good, good.” You smile and cup his face before giving Toto a gentle kiss. You pull back and kiss his cheek. “Okay! I have to go buy us matching outfits, I’ll be back!” 

“Okay Schatz,” Toto takes a moment, “Hey! No! Do not buy me an outfit!” He shouts and you laugh softly but manically because you are buying him an outfit that he’ll secretly love when the shock is over.

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These emojis made me think of Clive Carol from And The Winner is...

Send me an emoji (or a set of emojis) and I'll make a gifset of the character that reminds me the most of that emoji 

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WIP Poll Update!

Well, the votes are in from the two polls I ran over the past two days. Between the two, I had a total of 92 votes (that equals 92 sentences I need to write for a WIP)

The winner, by a landslide in the first round, and by the skin of its teeth in the second is (I see where everyone's' minds are at):

My Voe and Me

Here's all I have for this WIP (which I came up with months ago for a 'zine I participated in) Voe and Me - while visiting Riju, Zelda attends the voe and me class and is shocked when she discovers Link often volunteers to be the voe the girls practice their flirting skills on

As the unofficial Queen of Fluff, your wish is my command.

I haven't been feeling inspired to write lately, but perhaps I can write a one-shot in time to celebrate the New Year. We'll see. Not making any promises here, but picturing Link in his desert voe armor set may be all the incentive I need. 😂😅

Thanks for voting!!

[tinyreviews]

You know what? Steve Pemberton’s speech pattern remind me of Ewan McGregor’s. He has Benedict Cumberbatch’s look too. MUST WATCH!

Inside No. 9 is a British black comedy anthology television programme that first aired in 2014. It is written by Reece Shearsmith and Steve Pemberton and produced by the BBC. Each 30-minute episode is a self-contained story with new characters and a new setting, almost all starring Pemberton or Shearsmith (usually both). Aside from the writers, each episode has a new cast, allowing Inside No. 9 to attract a number of well-known actors.

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Day in Fandom History: May 12…

Just as Korra, Mako, and Bolin prepare for their Pro-Bending Finals against their opponents, Amon threatens the United Republic Council to cancel the event to avoid an possible attack by the Equalists, but at both Korra and Lin’s bidding, the Finals go as planned. “And the Winner Is…” premiered on this day, 11 Years Ago.

[favroitecrime]

captured from an ambulance. captured. from an ambulance. do not stop speaking about palestine please

[pyrrhiccomedy]

i think it's cute when americans talk about being from the 'great state of connecticut' or like 'the great state of wisconsin.' not when it's texas or new york or california obviously because then there's the fear that they're being serious. but when americans adopt that really earnest tone and are like 'god bless the great state of delaware' in response to a picture of a seagull swallowing an entire ziplock bag full of cheese-its. I think that's very endearing

[moonlight-records]

And The Winner Is... | T. Wolff (pt III.)

pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

summary: tickets? secured. outfit? set. now, it's time for the big day! first thing on the list: securing a good VIP number at a good...like...four in the morning

warning: age gap! suggestive, uhh yeah i think that's it?

fc: none!

a/n: we're like, sort of back???

wc: 2.2k

part 1 | part 2 | current

Teaching Toto proper concert etiquette in a world where concert culture has become so toxic was surprisingly a lot easier than you had thought. Then again, it seemed the Austrian hasn’t been to many concerts in his life which was a bit of a shock but thinking more on it Toto has always been more of a party guy when he’s not at work, so, it made sense. Still, you were over the moon while quizzing Toto for the past couple of days and him answering the questions correctly. Now was time for the hardest part of it all.

Getting a good number in the VIP line.

Honestly, you thought you’d be doing a mini camping trip before VIP was opened by yourself. It’s not like it’s your first time. Hell, you’ve camped out of the box office for some artist so this was going to be a breeze. You have your concert camping backpack which consists of a blanket, your phone, iPad, headphones, sweatshirt, snacks, and water. You were dead set on soloing it and having Toto meeting you about an hour beforehand so you two could have numbers right after one another. You were explaining this to Toto at 3:55 in the morning as you tripled checked your backpack. Turning to Toto, you blinked seeing Toto groggily tossing the covers off of him.

“What are you doing?”

“...Getting dressed?”

“Why?”

The two of you stare at each other like the other grew three heads before finally Toto speaks, “To join you?”

“Oh.” You look surprised.

“Why do you look surprised?”

“It’s just usually I go by myself so,” you explain as you shrug softly. 

Toto stares at you in slight shock. “What?” He asks, “why would I go back to bed while you’re going to be camping outside the stadium. At,” he checks his phone, “4 in the morning? By yourself?”

“Oh well, I just..thought you wouldn’t want to join me. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to wake up.” You admit.

Toto makes his way over to you while looking down at you. “Schatz,” he murmurs softly, lifting your chin to look at him. “Why wouldn’t I want to go with you? Yes, it is early in the morning for a bracelet.” Toto starts. “But, this is something you do often and this is something you enjoy. I told you before and I will tell you again. I don’t care what we’re doing, if it makes you happy and well it’s safe, I want to be there with you for the experience. Besides, if you think I am letting you sit on a sidewalk for roughly…” he pauses, “five hours? On the sidewalk? In public? By yourself? While I’m at home sleeping? Absolutely not. I would much rather be cranky outside knowing you’re safe than tossing and turning constantly checking your location to make sure you’re safe and yes, I know you’ve explained that other people will also be camping for…will call and these bracelets but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go by yourself. Not while I’m here.” Toto kisses your forehead, “now let me get change and we can go.”

You stare up at Toto and you swear you’re about to cry. You’ve never had a partner that actually wanted to camp out for concerts before. Hell, most of your ex’s didn’t even want to go to a concert with you unless it was the artist that they liked. Not once has anybody actually been willing to do stuff like this with you though Toto had completely proven you wrong. Truly, you weren’t sure how you scored so god damn lucky with him but you will be fucking damned if you fumbled this relationship. “Okay.” 

It takes Toto about five minutes to get dressed once you reassure him that he can go in sweats. That probably wasn’t the best decision because even though it was so early in the morning, your eyes were drawn to the gray sweatpants that Toto was wearing as the two of you made your way to the arena. You swore he did it on purpose as a minor punishment for deciding to go out so early in the morning to camp out. Though, was it really a punishment?

“Oh my god,” Toto whispers as you two walk up to the arena. There’s a line that was already halfway down the venue. Judging by all the times you’ve done this, you estimate that a good 100 people have already lined up. “Is this the line we’re getting on?” Toto asks, looking at you both in shock and horrified.

“Oh, no,” you laugh gently, “that’s the box office line. Those are the folks that don’t have tickets and are trying to score tickets for tonight’s show.”

“Didn’t you say that it was sold out?”

“I did because technically it’s true. According to online, the show is sold out. Though they don’t sell all the tickets. They save some for box office and other tickets go out to different like…charities and companies that do like a lottery deal,” you explain as you two walk past the line and round the corner. You keep walking as you see some barricades set up. You start going through the winding path spotting before putting your things down. “This is where we go and we’re even the first ones in line,” turning to Toto, “do you want to get coffee or anything? I ca–”

“I’ll get it,” Toto cuts you off, “just text me your order.”

“I thought you didn’t want me being out here by myself,” you tease gently with a smile as you put your backpack down and dig through for your blanket.

“I did but there’s a local coffee shop that’s 24 hours just up the block. Besides, I feel a bit better knowing there’s a line of people around the corner in the off chance something does happen, you can go there.” Leaning down, Toto kisses your cheek, “I’ll be back.”

You smile and nod as you settle down on your blanket texting Toto your order before taking your iPad. Opening Netflix, you toss on some trashy reality tv show you had downloaded while you waited. You look up when Toto comes back, smiling as you accept your iced coffee. You adjust your iPad when Toto sits so the two of you can watch, curling into his side as you both silently watch. 

Though about halfway through the third episode, you let your eyes wander back to the gray sweatpants that Toto was wearing. You couldn’t help but stick your tongue out slightly to wet your lips as you let your mind wander. It was a rare sight to see Toto in sweatpants out in public and you knew damn well why. Man was already tall and hot with an accent but add in a great dick and know how to use it too? Man was lethal and everyone’s wet dream and suddenly you sorta regret not sticking to your guns because you didn’t need to fight all these girls off but you would just to prove a point.

“Schatz?”

“Hm?” You hum while still staring at Toto’s crotch for a moment before looking up at Toto. 

Toto leans into your space smirking slightly, “Is there something distracting you?”

By some miracle, you hold your ground even though your breath hitches slightly. You force yourself to keep his gaze, ignoring the heat spreading through your cheeks and down your neck. You purse your lips together as Toto smirks even wider. “Well?” He murmurs, “you never answered my question.” You clear your throat and sit up a little straighter. “No,” you feign confidence even as your voice cracks slightly. You force your gaze back to your show, rewinding to the halfway point and settling back in your spot. You hear your boyfriend chuckle as he settles in next to you.

The hours fly by as more people trickle in after you which makes sense. No reason to really camp out overnight considering between the VIP tiers there's only 300 VIP total, which secures you at least the first two rows and third row being the absolute worst. You glance at Toto and giggle every hour as more people trickle in behind you two. By 8 am, you stand and stretch, groaning softly because wow you were really stiff. You pack your iPad up before gently nudging Toto off the blanket and shaking it out before you two fold it up.

“How much longer are we waiting?” Toto asks as you two stand in line.

“An hour roughly. Doors are opening as close to 9 as possible, we get our VIP and number along with our general admission ticket and then we can go home, nap, eat, change, and be back around 2:30 to start lining up.”

“Another line?” 

“Yes. It’s for the VIPs to get in. They’ll separate us and I’ll show my ID and we’ll get our little goodies before scanning in and going upstairs for the party. Then they’ll line us up and take us downstairs for the concert. That’s where the numbers come in. Since we’ll be the first two, we know we’re front of line so we can get our corner.”

“Corner?” 

“Yes. The corner that Sabrina typically picks on who to arrest. Now granted that you’re tall you might have to stand a row or two back but,” you shrug, “it’s fine. Play nice with the other girls around, most of us are short. Offer to film things for them. Or drinks if they can and they’ll be so thankful for you.”

“I might as well bring a foldable chair and sit till it’s time.” Toto jokes and you laugh because honestly. It wouldn’t be a bad idea if you could get away with that. “That would be the dream. You know,” patting his arm gently, “easy on your poor knees.” You grin as Toto feigns shock due to your audacity. Toto leans down, murmuring in your ear, “Pretty sure my knees were just fine last night when I got down to eat you out.” Your face goes completely red and you smack Toto’s chest gently, murmuring for him to hush.

When 9am rolls around, excitement and anticipation is in the air. You rock gently on your heels while Toto keeps an arm around you. You snicker when Toto jumps slightly as security arrives outside and a lot of people in line cheers before hushing down when security starts speaking. Tickets out via the Ticketmaster app so the workers inside know which wristband to give you though the tables are labeled. Opening your app, you show the security guard and he lets you two go in.

“Good morning,” the worker says as you head over to the VIP table. “Good morning.” You respond with a smile as you show the app. You offer your wrist as she puts the hot pink wristband on and writes ‘1’ on it. You watch Toto copy you after and that he’s ‘2’. “Okay. All VIPs are lining up outside the front around 2:30 to go inside. They’ll separate you two after. Make sure whoever bought the tickets has their ID ready as they will check. Also, on the side entrance they’re doing early merch shopping if you want to get that done now.” The worker explains.

You smile and thank them before heading outside with Toto. You look up at him as he glances down and gestures. “Well, are we shop–” You cut him off by grabbing his wrist and immediately start heading off to the side entrance because yes of course you guys are shopping now. No reason to wait on the lines if you can get it over with and get it home safely. You greet the other security worker when you find the entrance before your bag is checked quickly and you go through a metal detector before waiting for Toto. Your eyes widen with pure excitement when you’re inside and softly squeal as you practically bounce over to look at everything. “Buy whatever you want,” Toto hands you his card and you stare at him. “God I’m going to suck your soul out your dick when we get home.” You leave Toto completely stunned as you head to the front to really see everything before finally buying. 

Wandering over with two gigantic bags while grinning ear to ear, Toto glances up from his phone and immediately pockets it to take the bags from you. “Meine Liebe, did you buy one of everything?” Toto jokes. You stare at him and his chuckle dies down as his features shift from playful to a bit of shock, “Y/N.” You purse your lips out before offering a sheepish smile, “You said buy whatever you want, and some are city exclusives that would’ve sold out!” Your shoulders relax when Toto starts laughing. “Okay, you got me there. You’ll have to show me when we get home.”

“After I suck your dick.”

“Y/N.” Toto warns.

“What? God forbid a girl has a hobby.” You roll your eyes as Toto blinks, trying to understand what it meant. You wave it off, deciding to save that explanation for later before grabbing his hand to walk outside with him. “Though seriously, we have to get home so we can change and get ready.”

“Okay, I’m coming.”

“In more ways than one.”

“Strike two.”

You just look with a smile, “Worth it.”Toto scoffs, “move it.” He gently smacks your ass and you squeak, giggling while looking at him before leading the way back to the car so the day could really begin.

[sapphicathenas]

anyone else thinking about effie spending 24 years watching haymitch completely fall apart. effie, who met haymitch by accident, who knows exactly what kind of person he is, who sees him every year on his birthday for 24 years and each year he’s drunker, each year he’s angrier, each year he’s faster to give up. and then they get katniss and peeta. peeta, who is kind and open and understanding, who refuses to give up on haymitch. and katniss, who is so much like haymitch at 16 that it hurts. and over the few days they’re together, effie watches haymitch come back to life. watches him try. watches him have hope. and then they get to keep not one but both of those kids. they get to come home. and then, less then a year later, effie pulls haymitch’s name at the reaping.

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[fish-cakez]

i had a vision

[o0kawaii0o]

Nico Robin 🌸

[stewy]

TRAMELL TILLMAN as SETH MILCHICK in Severance (season two).

[sadagios]

for tonight's performance, give it up for ariana griande and sabrina scarpenter