#astoria studios

[rmsqueenmaryonthisday]

Star Crossing

On July 20, 1938, Sylvia Sidney sailed aboard the RMS Queen Mary for a month’s vacation in Europe. Upon her return to the States, she would begin filming, …One Third of a Nation…, in Astoria, New York, for Paramount Studios. Source: New York Times

[choices-binglebonkus]

[unofficiallymikaela]

The boy who lived, Harry Potter, was spotted with one of the Greengrass sisters, Astoria Greengrass. After all the rumours, is this the confirmation that Harry Potter and Astoria Greengrass are dating?

[astoriacam]

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[astoriacamci]

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[roninkairi]

So today I saw "My Hero Academia: You're Next" at Regal Cinemas and while it is a great movie, it's not the focus of this post. I do recommend seeing it however,as it's a really good story. The focus though is on Mystery Science Theater 3000, and to be specific this man.

Harold Bucholz, one of the writers for MST3K, was in attendance at the street fair being held on Broadway in Astoria today selling books and comics. Very nice guy, told me a couple of things about working with Joel for the series. He will be at NYCC this upcoming week for all interested.

And yeah, he told me about how "Mac and Me" finally got riffed. Turns out the studio was very willing to get it sent to the bots.

@airebeam

[hurpdurpburps]

Astoria: Fate's Kiss Is Getting Re-released On 25 July, Here Are Some Things You Should Keep In Mind

Most people don't know it (until now I guess), but I'm the founder of, and have been running the @ls-salvation-squad project since Christmas 2021. I hardly interact with the LS community outside of the project server in a personal capacity as I've largely left the fandom around 6 months before the announcement of the app's closure.

I was pretty late to the game (pun intended), having only learnt about the app in 2020, but managed to be around for 'milestone events' such as the writers' strike and the DMCA rampage on YouTube/tumblr. Thanks to certain friends and technology, I've also had privileged access to a quasi-'insider look' into Voltage's workings (and failings) as a studio, both in real time and through secondhand horror stories of the past.

This culmination of experiences has spurred me to make my first, and last, personal opinion piece regarding LS on tumblr, a corner of the community that I haven't really interacted much with.

While I understand the sheer joy, relief and excitement that comes with revived, legal access to some of the most impressive, unapologetically queer stories to have ever graced the internet, I want to point out the ugly truths that are intertwined with the revival of this troubled app:

Buying the game =/= supporting the creators. Not a cent of your money goes towards them. Even when Voltage USA used to be a thing, barely any of it went towards the employees in general either. The writers were paid 3 cents/word, and producers were working twice as hard but only paid around half of their counterparts in other companies. AFAIK the artists have kept quiet but it would be more of a surprise if they were treated any better than their peers.

Buying the game =/= supporting queer content/community. This might come as a shocker, but homophobia ran rampant within Voltage's management. The best evidence of this can be found in their history of 'peculiar' business or creative decisions - and they've made a fuckton of bad choices. Fun fact; the first queer routes were only made possible via sheer force of will of a particular producer. I'm not at liberty to share the nitty gritty on this public platform as the stories aren't mine, but maybe if you asked some of the former staff nicely, they might give you cryptic hints.

You're gonna be paying them a THIRD time. Many of us have already shelled out hundreds of dollars on heart choices - not once, but twice. Putting the whole version on Steam/Switch had always been a valid option from the beginning of the end, but they chose not to do it. Why? Because users scrambling to make bulk purchases of tickets and hearts to record routes as a last hurrah meant a last, fat cash-in. Not to mention the fact that they're selling the game at US$30 per series, for almost decade-old content, presumably without any new additions. At this point, throwing your hard earned money at them AGAIN is just rewarding scummy management and unscrupulous business models.

Do you really need to? Our team of around 100 archivists worked tirelessly in Q1 of 2022 to provide you high quality recordings of every single route. We've gone so far as to acquire recordings of pre-LS Voltage content such as Queen's Gambit and all of the soundtracks. We've put assets up for download. There are a dozen passionate creators out there who have been updating their Ren'Py recreations so that you can scratch your itch - and all for free!!! What more could you possible want or need that only the greedy bastards at Voltage can give you - apart from seeing your custom MC name on the screen and the absolutely inconsequential choices B & C that our videos didn't cover?

Is this a call for a boycott? I guess not really, or at least I didn't consciously set out to make it like this. Dissuading others from purchasing legal access to media when it's easily available goes against my general principle about responsibly and pragmatically supporting creators. And as one 'em Gays™, I know the preciousness of possessing Queer Stories Written By Queer People.

But I was concerned at what seemed to be a wave of happiness and eagerness at news of the revival, without any mention of the absolute shit show that has led us to this very point. There's a very big part of me that's absolutely pissed at being taken for a ride. News of the revival has been a bittersweet development for us all, especially those who have poured their time, money and energy over the past 2.5 years into salvaging what was thought to be a lost piece of queer media - only to find out that all that effort might only get them a slap to the face in the form of a DMCA from the grave. So yeah, fuck you Voltage.

TLDR: You should really save your money for more ethical, indie developers who have the decency to not mock your consumer intelligence. I don't think it's a crime against humanity if you end up buying it after all, but just think about it yeah?

[the1920sinpictures]

1920 c. Paramount Film Studios on 36th Street in Astoria, Queens. From New York City-Vintage History, FB.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Marriage Law Trope part 6

I don’t know why it matters. I don’t even like to eat.

I get up every day and I put my body into clothes that are growing increasingly baggy on me. I put these clothes on my body and I attempt to waste time.

Every day, while Granger is away, I pick at the white paint on the wall. I pick at the paint with a brush and colors I tore out of the studio in my personal quarters inside of the manor. I pick at my colors and I carry them all into the empty room across the hall from where all of Granger’s boxes are. the boxes are full of bits and pieces of her and I spend my time going between the two rooms.

I open her boxes and look through her life. It’s a stripped down, rudimentary version of who she is, but I take it.

I find pictures of her from when she was a child. Muggle photos, where nothing moves. It’s a still shot of a moment and you know it’s not an accurate representation of life because its just this micromomentary snippet of a moment within a moment within a world that you’ve never been in.

All day, I do this until I get too wound up.

When the ants have taken over my body and my brain can’t quiet down, I floo over to Theo’s.

Mother shoved Theo into my life shortly after I got engaged with Astoria. She took him and shoved him to fit into my life and I’ve taken to him. He seems to understand me without me having to say a word.

When I floo into his home, usually around dinner time, he pours me a drink and then we find our way into the muggle littered streets of London.

Together, Theo and I watch the automobiles amble by. Muggles like engines that combust with little explosions and they’re loud and they make the road shake and my skin to vibrate and I like it.

Theo and I pick fights with whatever smarmy asshole who hits on anything with tits and two legs. I don’t want the women they flirt with. I just want to have a wife who will sit at he table with me and have a cup of tea. I want a wife who will come home at supper time and tells me what is going on in her head.

I want a wife who doesn’t fuck a Weasley.

By the time Granger finally gets home, the alcohol has turned my body into mush, my mind is aching and it’s all wearing off. It’s the reprimand for altering your mind again. My mind is nearly always altered, but with alcohol, it hurts my head and with the potions, it hurts my chest.

And so when Granger finally gets home, I am still bored and I grow frustrated with the room that is now where I paint, because it’s too white, but I’m afraid to put any color into it. Because that would be distracting.

And so I just pick at the paint and I wait.

“So you paint.” Granger says, her eyebrows knitting together.

We’re sitting at the dining table inside of our little home and there’s a plate of food in front of me and there’s a plate in front of her.

She’s made us lunch.

Something simple. Sandwiches with cucumbers and cheese and dill. There’s a salad with cranberries and spinach and something else, I don’t know. I don’t care.

Because, Granger asked me what I do all day.

So I tell her all of that.

I shrug and poke a fork at the green leaf on the plate. “I can’t work at the ministry and I like using my hands,” I shrug and avoid the way her eyes pierce into the walls of my mind. She’s not a Legilimen’s. I know this. But she might as well be something like it. Something worse.

She’s breaking down the walls just by staring at me.

Because, it’s oddly comforting and its unnatural and somehow, Granger’s eyes can peel back the layers of brick I’ve stacked and solidified.

I hate how much she sees with those big, dumb eyes and I hate that I can read her face, too.

She’s let some the cracks in her wall deepen and spread and soon, her bricks will fall because I think if I can touch her, then I can break her.

So, I tell her that I like to paint and that I look through her things.

I tell her about Theo and about breakfast with my parents. I tell her that I do laps around the property. I run and I run until my legs feel like they’re going to detach from my body.

What I don’t tell her is that I spend most of my day thinking about her. What I don't tell is her that I am tired of eating alone. What I don’t tell her, is that I sometimes play with her hair products just so that her scent can linger in my nose.

And I hate it. She’s like this parasite that’s dug itself into my life and it’s feeding off of me. But the weird thing is that I need this parasite, because it makes me something more than before. With this little parasite surviving off of my blood, I am more than nothing. I am something that’s giving a piece of myself and it’s taking and taking but it never gives me anything in return. It’s terrible and I wish she’d disappear. I wish I could wrap my hands around her neck and force her to fade away, as if we never existed.

What I don’t tell her, is that when she is gone, I spend most of my time wishing she was around.

...

The following Saturday, I wake up before Granger. I might not have even fallen asleep. Because, the potions aren’t working anymore. I’m always on edge. I’m always twitching. My mind wont shut up. It’s always chattering and I can never sit still anymore.

So, I paint. I paint this vision in my head that has been slowly building since Granger re-entered my life.

There’s the sun rising over a crowded city, but the buildings are mere specks on the horizon. Because there’s so much smog, so much bullshit in the air that they are barely visible. And the sun is setting over this dirty city and the rays of sun are blending with all of the crap and all of the impurities and all of me as it casts its warm glow over the world.

The blend of gold and brown creates this beautiful shade of topaz.

It reminds me of Granger and her eyes.

She finds me early that morning in the empty white room as I fill one of the walls with color.

“You’re up early.” She says it like I’m some kind of animal who is liable to bite her at any moment.

And I am.

All I do is think about biting her. All I do is think about how terrible it would be if I was to want her. How horrible it could be if I could just bite and suck at her throat and at her perfect tits.

She’s dressed in her stupid baggy sweater and her little blue shorts and as I look over at her, my hand holding a paintbrush at my side, I want to punish her. Because she's never around but she still manages to be everywhere.

With a sigh, I run a hand over my hair, shoving it out of my face before I turn to face her fully.

Her eyes are doing that thing again. As she leans against the doorjamb, her eyes are sweeping over my body. She’s looking at my naked chest, streaked in paint, and the way my pants hang loosely on my hips.

Her walls are weak right now.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I tell her. My eyelids feel heavy as I run my own eyes over her body, up her bare legs, over the way the sweater hangs over her breasts. she isn’t wearing a bra and despite how baggy the thing is, it doesn’t hid the peeked tips of her breasts.

We’re eating each other up with our eyes and the words we’ve exchanged mean nothing at all. And maybe if we just get this consummation out of the way, out of our system, we can go back to hating each other.

But, I’m not sure Granger even hates me. Because she hates my father, and I know, I know, that to be true because the hatred is palpable. When she sees my father meandering around the property, or they cross paths, her buoyant curls seem to come to life with all of the agitated magic that suddenly enteres her system. She turns into some sort of mass generator of energy and it’s all angry and it’s all bad. And it’s all aimed at father.

I need her to tell me what the fuck she is thinking. And I need all of her attention on me.

“What are you doing today?” I ask, tossing my paintbrush onto the floor before I move closer to her. I move, slowly, careful not to scare her off.

She takes a step into the room. She shrugs and pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “I am going to go to brunch with Harry and Ron.”

That ancient thing inside of me stirs. It feels like an old friend and it’s slowly spreading from the center of my belly, into my chest and out to my limbs.

Granger’s eyes narrow in on me, because I’ve stopped moving. My feet are stuck to the floorboards, my eyes are dead, vacant as the beast takes over.

My teeth clench together as I finally lift my chin and sniff.

“You’re not going anywhere with Weasley.”

“Draco,” She sighs but I cut her off. with the flick of my wrist, the door slams shut and locks.

Granger jumps, startled, and looks to the door before she looks to me, her wide eyes full of fear. She turns to open the door, but it wont budge. She tries some wandless magic, but my hold on the door is firm. And I don’t really know what the fuck I am doing. All I know is that I’m breaking.

I am crumbling into something I don’t recognize and it’s unstoppable. I couldn’t stop this disaster from happening, even if I tried.

Trust me, I know.

“Let me out.” She demands as she turns to glower at me. “Draco, let me out.”

“Shut up.” I hiss, running a hand over my face. “You’re always saying my name. Stop saying my name.”

“Why?” She lifts her chin, defiantly, and it’s too much. Her stubborn chin is taunting me. Her defiance is irritating and it is addicting.

I close the gap between us and I wrap my hands around her throat. But I don’t choke her out, like I dream about. Instead, my fingers are gentle as I cradle her head.

“It does things to me. Why do you do it?”

Granger is trembling and all of her walls are crumbling as her eyes stare up at me with fear and...relief. Tears are quickly gathering and welling up in her eyes and her golden-brown topaz eyes sparkle.

But she says nothing. She just stares up at me, waiting for me to hurt her.

“You’re my wife.” I remind her. “Not Weasley’s.”

Her jaw tightens and she looks guilty and all the more defiant.

“You want him?” I ask her, tilting my head to track my eyes up her face, over her forehead and across her nose. This close up, I can make out all of the little faint freckles that line the bridge of her nose, the curves of her cheeks. There’s some on her forehead, near her hairline that are even fainter. Like those are the newest batch of freckles gifted to her by the sun.

Her voice is rough and quiet. “I don’t know, anymore.”

She’s telling me the truth. So I ask her something else.

“Do you want me?”

Something incredible happens. Grangers shoulders slump as her entire body gives in. Her eyes pinch shut and her lips press together because she is unable to keep her walls up around me. She’s just as helpless as I am.

“Granger,” I bend my knees and peer down into her face. “Do you want me?” If I sound incredulous, it’s because I am.

Because my wife wants me as much as I want her. And the point is, I’ve wanted her for ages. Lifetimes have spanned and in my mind, it's always been her. All I think about is her big, dumb eyes and her rose pink lips and gods, I want her.

I’ve kept this little nugget of gold in my mind, protected. It’s been so heavily guarded that I sometimes forget it’s even there. It’s this tiny little truth that has been so sinful, and such a betrayal to my father, that I've locked it away. It’s just been hiding there, collecting dust and now it’s been exposed and it’s been cleaned off and it’s so bright and shiny, I can on longer ignore it.

“Things are too complicated, Draco.”

There she goes, again.

“Granger,” I’m pushing her back, guiding her body with my hands on her throat and she lets me. She lets me walk my fingers up to her jaw. she lets me force her head back against the door with a thud. “Tell me the truth. Tell me you want me.”

She’s so fragile in my hands, I’m afraid I might break her. I hope that I do.

And I’m all wound up. All of that energy that begs to be let out of my body is slowly releasing itself into her and I can barely breathe. I’m panting and panting, gobbling up bits of oxygen and forcing it out through my mouth before it can even turn into carbon dioxide.

“Draco.” Her lips are trembling, and my hands are shaking and she needs to shut the fuck up, already. She has to stop saying my name like I’m hers.

I can’t wait for her confirmation, anymore. Because she keeps whimpering out my name, like its some sort of an explanation for some sort of terrible deed she has committed. She says it like its exposing the depths of her soul, unwillingly. Like I’m pulling it out of her, slowly and painfully, like bits of stubborn string.

She opens her mouth to say it again and I stop her.

She opens her mouth and I close my own over it. I taste the syllables of my name that are muffled by my lips and my tongue as I kiss her.

My name turns into a whimper and all of my anger turns into a groan and together, our sounds mix together as our mouths mold together.

There is so much heat between our bodies that it feels like a fire. This entire room could be on fire and I couldn’t stop myself from continuing to gobble her up.

Her hands are on my chest, the tips of her little fingers pressing into my skin. She’s desperately trying to hold on as we fall into whatever this is.

This is chaos and bliss all wrapped up into a kiss. Because I’m unstoppable. This is the classic paradox out in the open, exposed for the entire world to witness. What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? And just like the fox and the hound, the gods turn us into static constellations. Which in itself is a paradox because stars are never static. We're great forces of energy that are always shifting.

And we're creating all of this energy that is finally colliding.

And now, I am kissing her like it's the only thing I’ve been needing and I didn’t know. I have just stumbled upon it, and now I’m saved and doomed all at once.

My hands are firm on her jaw, the tips of my fingers digging into her cheeks as I press harder against her body.

I’m going to squeeze her between my body and the door and I’m going to force her into some kind of liquid that my body can absorb and then she will be all mine.

Only mine.

I pull my mouth away, gasping for air. “You’re my wife.” I growl and she responds by pressing her fingernails into the flesh on my chest. “You’re mine.”

“Draco.” She says it again, like a warning.

But I just take it as permission to proceed.

I kiss her again and again and again.

I kiss her until her body grows weak and my arms have to wrap around her waist. they have to hold her up and she’s wrapping her arms around my neck while the tips of her toes drag across the floor as I move her to the center of the room.

Because I need to kiss her forever. I need to pin her to the floor and never let her out of my sight. Because she belongs to me. She was forced to be my wife, forced to take me and I don’t understand how I got so lucky.

Laying her on the floor, I crawl over her and pin her down with my body. My knee is wedged between her thighs and my hands are on her hips as I kiss her again and again.

Again and again, I kiss her while my hands move under that stupidly baggy sweater of hers and I feel the warmth of bare skin at her stomach.

She shudders under my touch and I can tell she’s conflicted. Because she thinks we’re making a huge mistake but how can it be a mistake? She’s mine.

I am hers.

Fuck.

I am hers.

My hands are slowly, greedily, palming her flesh as they make their way up to her breasts.

When my fingers finally graze the swell of them and she arches her back and my eyes are practically rolling into the back of my head as I feel the soft texture, like velvet and they feel like something I’d like to snack on.

“Draco.” She whimpers into my mouth as my thumbs move over her nipples. I want to tease her, torture her. I want to make her pay.

Because no witch should feel this good. Especially not the mudblood I was programmed to hate.

But she owns me, now.

Her lips, her breasts, the warm space between her thighs own me. And I will be forced to obey them and their needs and wants.

And so I rip the sweater off of her, exposing her upper body and I can feel my face crumble. Because it isn’t fair.

It isn’t fair, how lovely she is. It isn’t fair for me to want her as badly as I do.

And the way she looks up at me, needy and desperate and full of confliction? That isn’t fair, either.

But she’s asking me, with her eyes, to take her. She’s asking me to put my mouth to her breast, to run my tongue over her nipples, to pinch them between my teeth as my hand slides up the leg of her shorts. As my fingers sweep taunting strokes against her wet cunt. They’re asking me to pull those stupid little shorts off and to strip off my stupid pants. They’re asking me to pin her down with my hands as my cock slides into her. So that we can sigh and groan with the fucking release and the pressure that are happening and building all at once. Because that is all we need.

Our bodies are crying out to touch and to take all of the tension between us and stuff it into our bodies until we’re wound up tighter and tighter.

Until we finally explode into the sky like stars that grow too hot, that accumulate too much pressure from all of the gases and chemicals that make up the entirety of our universe.

And when we finally explode, we break up into little debris of rock and matter so that a new world can form from all of our broken pieces. And isn’t that all we are? Just bits of energy that also makes up the rest of everything?

And so I do. I take all of my energy and I pour it into her as we fuck like two ancients gods that only know the power of pleasure and pain.

And when we finally fuck until we burn into a supernova that births a new beginning, Granger stares up at the ceiling like she couldn’t believe the inevitable finally happened.

And I stare at her like I might die if I don't somehow find a way to do it again and again. Like it's the thing I've been waiting for, in order to cure this terrible disease that has long ago been afflicted upon me.

Granger is the cure to the illness that has been my life.

[pinkfloyd-musicartnaturelove]

Nick didn't get the memo that it was a plaid day. So rebellious.

David Gilmour, Nick Mason, and Rick Wright on David's recording studio houseboat, the Astoria - 1987.

[nhlovesadri3]

Adriana Lima on the red carpet of Spider-Man 3 movie premiere, 2007 Tribeca Film Festival, Kaufman Astoria Studios, Queens, NYC, 30/04/07.

[elfdragon12]

Hey, you know that couple about to kiss in the Studio Trigger video?

This is Marissa and Dirk Manus, not Spike.

Dirk in the single G1 episode he shows up in.

He's basically "Han Solo at home" and I don't think anyone on the American side of the franchise actually cares about him at all. I didn't personally find him very likeable, didn't think he was charming enough for the "charming rogue" archetype they were going for. He shows up in the Japanese stories a couple of times, in the Wings Universe and Unite Warriors. I think he's referenced in a game?

Big "they included that guy?!" energy from me on this one and a number of people seem to not recognize him. XD

Maybe they should have gone with Astoria and Powerglide instead.

[choices-binglebonkus]

ID MC: *breathes*

Lewyn and Astoria immediately after:

[unofficiallymikaela]

Hastoria in Pasilyo series 💖

[amberjazmyn]

butterfly effect🫶

pairing : mick schumacher x fem!reader

summary : the story of how astoria and mick schumacher met each other and then ended up falling in love and marrying each other.

warnings : none (cause i'm not ready to put little mick through my angst rollarcoaster yet)

a/n : this is another recycled one-shot but don't worry, my charles request has finally got some kick and words to it but it is now in the drafts because i had inspo and then it went away so this is what we're getting now!

fc : laila hasanovic <3

the wing of a butterfly brushed my cheek, stopped me from starting to cross the street.

astoria was on her morning walk through her hometown in denmark, when on her way home, the wing of a monarch butterfly brushed against her cheek, completely stopping her from the beginning of her crossing the street in front of her. she had just been getting coffee after an hour or two flight back from london before she needed to rush off into her denmark recording studio for her band, venus' new album, but, the butterfly brushing her cheek completely distracted her. 

so you bumped right into me, actualisation of a theory maybe, baby, then you said sorry, i said the same. 

startled by the butterfly, astoria and a cute boy just bumped right into each other. stepping back in shock and hoping that the person she bumped into wouldn't be mad, she apologised. yet, it turned out, the boy was thinking the exact same thing and, seemed to also be very apologetic for the incident. 

"sorry!" they both said at the same time as the actualisation of what just happened hit the both of them 

"i should have watched where i was going i..." 

spilled my coffee, "oh, what a shame", said you'd buy one in exchange for my number and name. 

"...oh, what a shame, i am again, so sorry for spilling my coffee on you!" astoria was flustered as she tried to fix her clumsy and fatigued mistake as the boy ended all her worries 

"don't worry about it, i'll buy you a new one, in exchange for your number and name..." the boy was very clearly slick as astoria chuckled, nodding her head 

"...oh, thank you so much and, of course, you can!" astoria smiled as she and the boy started to walk back in direction of the coffee shop that she had just left before the two of them collided with one another 

writing down her name and number on a napkin that she managed to still have in her hand from the other coffee, she handed it over to the boy who smiled brightly, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling. 

looking down at the name and number on the napkin, the boy smiled, "hello, astoria, that's a lovely name for a very gorgeous girl. i'm mick, and honestly, don't worry about the coffee stain, i wore a black shirt for a reason, clearly!" mick giggled as astoria gulped, her eyes wide as she nodded her head, not sure whether she had already fallen in love with the man in front of her or if she was still horrified that she bumped into him all because of a butterfly

"hmm, yeah, clearly!" astoria hummed out as she gulped, trying to keep her composure as the two made it back to the coffee shop 

after telling mick her order, he ordered it for her whilst astoria sat herself down in a far-off booth after recognising that just like her, the reaction he was getting from people around him. clearly meaning that like her, he had some sort of fame and recognition to his name, she knew that he'd want some privacy and turns out that she would also need it too. 

the duo then got to talking with each other and found out a lot about one another. like they both were born in the place that wasn't their 'home country' (mick being a swiss born german and astoria being a greek born dane), they both come from very influential and loved families (mick being the son of f1 legend michael schumacher and astoria being the daughter of a famous opera singer) and they both drove mercedes cars.

the moment astoria finished her coffee, she was sort of sad that she'd have to be parting ways with her new friend, having to catch another flight but this time to london. it seemed as if mick thought the same thing before quickly coming up with a compromise to make the farewell a lot happier. 

"...how about on friday at 6pm, i take you out on a date, on me, to make up for us having to leave in the next couple of seconds, you to switzerland and me back to london for the british grand prix?" mick smiles as astoria's face lights up in excitement as she nods her head 

"you've got my number, schumacher, you know what to do," astoria, in a moment of confidence, winked and gave the blondie a kiss on the cheek, completely rendering him speechless as he was then left nodding his head 

"uh-huh..." he mutters out as the two part ways, both of them smiling like high school kids as they both almost happily skip to their cars before going on about the rest of their highly busy days slightly happier than how they started them

one date turned to two, then four, then ten. "hello" turned to "never leave my mind again".

since mick asked astoria on that first date, it quickly turned to a second, then a fourth and then tenth. shortly after the tenth but in between the sixth and the seventh, was when mick fully knew that he was falling head over heels in love with astoria and astoria was falling head over heels with mick. on the tenth date however was when mick finally popped the question and that was when astoria really felt like maybe, that butterfly incident wasn't something that she wished hadn't happened when this is what she got in return. 

"...this was a lot of fun, mick. i really did enjoy it, but, my one question is. how...how do you continue coming up with all these amazing date nights?" astoria smiled brightly as she and mick walked alongside each other, hands clasped together, which they had upgraded to very quickly, on their second date 

mick smiled, his eyes looking at the ground as he blushed, "i...i just, i guess i just know what you like?" he said it as though it was a question which made astoria laugh which made mick giggle 

"well, you clearly do as all these dates have included all of my favourite things that i did as a kid or a young teenager back in denmark. you're either a stalker, which i doubt or you just really have a spiritual connection with me and we're like, soulmates, that were destined to meet," astoria smiled contently as mick smiled too as he stopped the both of them in the middle of the road as it started to rain, which made the both of them laugh at how cliche this was looking 

"i know this may seem cliche now that it's raining but, i...i really do like you astoria and, i don't just like you, i love you. it...it's as though we really are soulmates that were destined to meet and, i'm glad we did on that day that you spilt your coffee all over me because you got distracted by a butterfly's wing brushing your cheek *giggles*. i've honestly never felt the way i feel around you, like any other girl i may have just been named alongside. you...you make me feel safe and happy all the time. we're both considered as famous people yet, you don't use that to blackmail or use it against me when last-minute, we're not able to meet up because you know exactly what last-minute meetings and being an f1 driver like that are like. you don't get mad at me just because i was seen, god-forbid, with another person in a magazine, originally published at the very beginning of my racing career but republished just to get clicks and create drama. you don't care about the way i act or that i take my job very seriously. you don't care because you know me and have gotten to know me as just mick, not f1 driver mick or 'michael schumacher's kid'. i bloody love you astoria and i really would love it if you could never leave my mind again and be my girlfriend?" mick smiled shyly as astoria smiled brightly as she nodded her head and giggled 

sighing loudly, mick smiled happily as he picked up his new girlfriend making her squeal, "oh am i so glad you said yes!" he breathed out as he spun the both of them around as they chuckled 

"my love, this is cute and all but, now we're soaking wet from the swiss rain and we're still three blocks away from your car..." astoria trailed off, hating that she ruined the moment as mick giggled, shaking himself off like he was a dog, making astoria squeal 

"...and?" he jokingly retorted back as if it wasn't a problem which made the both of them giggle hysterically as they didn't bother to get out of the rain 

sometimes i sit in bed and think if that butterfly never made me spill that drink would you have found your way to me?

astoria and mick had just come back to their hotel room after their wedding ceremony and were still celebrating but not in the way some people may have been thinking they were. mick was pretty much fully asleep, his arm softly draped around his wife's chest as she was fully sat up, leaning against the headrest as she was heavily thinking. 

clearly bothered that he wasn't cuddling his wife and sleeping with her, mick woke up and grumbled, "what are you thinking about love?" astoria chuckled at her husband's grumble as she smiled brightly 

"us..." she trailed off as mick sat up as well, now fully awake as he shook his head in confusion at the fact that no context was given 

"...context please babe, what do you mean you're thinking about us?" mick spoke slowly as astoria giggled, caressing her husband's cheek 

"the fact that if it wasn't for that butterfly that made me spill my drink, would you still have met me? would we be laying here, together, right now, married as mr and mrs schumacher?" astoria explained as that really made mick think, would they be married right now if it weren't for that butterfly? 

"well, that...that's actually a good question..." mick trailed off as he yawned and astoria giggled as she leaned on her husband, her eyes drooping as she also began to feel tired 

the schumachers, after really thinking about how they met, found themselves falling asleep within moments as they slept and dreamt of their first meeting all over again as it was just that, a dream. 

was it fate or the work of the theory clearly? you and i were meant to be so, the universe helped bring you to me and i'm thankful every night for that pretty butterfly! 

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astoriaschumacher was it fate or the work of the theory, clearly? you and i were meant to be so, the universe helped bring you to me and i'm thankful every night for that pretty butterfly 

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all the time, mick and i are asked how we met and we always smile and laugh because, truthfully, the way we met was absolutely something you'd either read in a book or watch in a movie. so, the reason why we don't say it is because we genuinely think that people outside our families and f1 family won't believe us. but, here we are, here i am, finally explaining to you all how mick and i met. so, one day, in the year 2019, the day mick and i ended up meeting, i was walking back from buying myself a coffee because i had just come back from flying to london for a recording session with one of my bandmates to then have to fly to denmark to record with the other two but, was distracted by a beautiful monarch butterfly that brushed its wing against my cheek which caused me to forget to cross the street and bump into mick, spilling my coffee all over him. and, i know what you're thinking, and i honestly always think the same thing too but, i'm glad it happened because i am in absolute love with my husband and we were truly destined to meet and marry because we are literally soulmates. and yes, i also wrote a song about mick and i meeting called "butterfly effect (demo)" and whether it'll be rerecorded to be sung for me and the girls, i don't know yet but, i am releasing the demo edition everywhere this weekend which is something i'm so excited about so if you want to hear the song about the story of mick and i meeting, you will be very soon and both mick and i are very excited for you all to hear it! 

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mickschumacher i love you schatz! i really do and i am so fucking excited for this new song demo to come out oh my god! 

astoriaschumacher mickschumacher i love you most liebling and thank you, i'm glad you love it just as much as i do

estebanocon this is adorable and i cannot wait for the song to be released! you best believe i'll be the first to listen to it! 

astoriaschumacher estebanocon aw, thank you estie bestie <3

landonorris i'm in love already and i haven't heard the song yet! 

astoriaschumacher landonorris thank you lando!

maxverstappen1 okay, this excites me for reasons unexplainable 

astoriaschumacher maxverstappen1 thank you maxie, i'm glad it excites you!

gina_schumacher my baby schumis <3

astoriaschumacher gina_schumacher ginaaaa <3

username mum and dad?? 

the day i met you, felt myself mend. "hello" turned to "never leave my mind again". now you sleep by my side and kiss my neck. and i thank the world for the butterfly effect

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mickschumacher the day i met you, felt myself mend. "hello" turned to "never leave my mind again". now you sleep by my side and kiss my neck. and i thank the world for the butterfly effect ❤️

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happy release day to mrs schumacher's new gorgeous song "butterfly effect (demo)"! astoria, watching you go from just talking about the idea of you writing a songf about our love story and how we met was magical. then to see you actually produce it, record it and now release it has been an experience i truly would love if i got to do it all over again. sure, there was always a reason i was meant to be an f1 driver however, there's something so special about being in a recording studio whilst a song is being made. it was truthfully so special and i am so glad i was able to be a part of every single moment of it. i love you so much astoria and i am so fucking proud of you my special girl 🤍. everyone please go and listen to "butterfly effect (demo) and stream it!!!

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astoriaschumacher fuck i love you, husband! 

mickschumacher astoriaschumacher i love you too, wife!

maxverstappen1 now this is too cute! the song is fucking amazing, astoria! kelly, p and i send our congratulations! 

mickschumacher maxverstappen1 aw, thank you max! astoria really loves and appreciates you guys!

kellypiquet husband of the year! the song is a hit, i'm sorry but astoria is a fantastic songwriter, why doesn't she write for venus? 

mickschumacher kellypiquet she has recently been writing for the band but, i can't reveal anything else 

gina_schumacher just finished listening to butterfly effect and i am in love with it! 

mickschumacher gina_schumacher aw yay! thank you for saying that gina, astoria will love you forever!

carlenevenus honestly this is the best song i've ever heard! excited for everyone to hear the songs that you've written for the band! 

mickschumacher carlenevenus glad you girls think that too! and so am i, i cannot wait to hear the songs she wrote you girls in venus!

fan12 so proud of astoria and i bet you are just as much, mick! 

mickschumacher fan12 oh absolutely proud of her

piperstewartvenus this. song. is. amazing! 

mickschumacher piperstewartvenus thank you pips!

for the butterfly effect 

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okay, i can't lie, i did love rewriting a fluffy recycled fic because i can't always be breaking your hearts every time i write a new fic! in saying that though, if you want me to write fluffier and even more suggestive fics, please do request it and i'll happily write it! because whilst i do love the occasional angsty fic, it can't be everything i write at this point haha!

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[eleanortm]

— whoa! ELEANOR ASTOR MIDDLETON just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for THIRTY FOUR YEARS, working as a FORMER MODEL/HEIRESS and ARTIST. that can’t be easy, especially at only 40 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit ERRATIC and SENSITIVE , but I know them to be CREATIVE and COMPASSIONATE. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!

triggers: death, adoption, mental illness, hospitalization

eleanor was born to a single mother. she was never planned and was indeed a strain on the household. her mother hid her pregnancy with her until she went into labor and told her parents. it was a disaster and continued to be when el was born. none of it was her fault but her mother was already suffering from mental illness, something that wasn’t helped by the judgemental people around her. then suddenly, the woman was gone in an accident - eleanor's own family didn't want her. she would scream for her mother, for anyone but they wouldn't come.

at the age of five, she was adopted by the daughter of edward astor middleton, a known billionaire . money prevailed in getting the woman what she wanted, a child when she was a single and vile person that would say and do anything to get one. when unable to conceive herself, she looked towards adoption and the process was much quicker taking a five year old, plus, she skipped out baby night feeding so it was of no concern to her.

it took her a while to get settled but with edward’s help, eleanor managed. she always felt a bit out of place with her peers; she didn’t catch onto jokes that fast nor did she necessarily care about designer things or status. she was labelled as odd and that’s how it stayed. she loved singing, mainly to herself and also art. that was her happy place along with being with people - even if they didn’t understand her, she still found the positives to enjoy it. her grandfather was very supportive with whatever she wanted but she never once asked for anything apart from ‘dinners and dance parties’. in the absence of her mother's caring, edward was the one to make her feel like she was exactly where she needed to be, even be quick to put her into therapy, not because she was broken but because she needed that external support where she could be honest. el was always grateful, always reminded that she got lucky with the life by her mother and edward took that pressure off. the whole world probably had some opinion on the billionaire but he was perfect to her.

when she was in her teen years, she worked as a model for her mother’s cosmetic company. without realising it, el was responsible for her mother’s success because it made the woman branch out into new foundation shades - it wasn’t perfect but it was a step in the right direction and her mother was applauded whilst felicity became the face of the entire company - not just the face but the name of astoria cosmetics. you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing her face. it did cause controversy with her being young, as well as eleanor receiving hate for how she looked but it got people talking. opportunities arose from this - her mother's friends inviting her to model in their shows despite being a little shorter than the runway model.

it was a lot of pressure to put on her but she was agreeable in nature and never wanted to upset her mother so never said anything. she fell into her art work as a way to process emotions and things she cared about . through connections, she did manage to get a place at nyu but she’d crumble and pull out only a few months in. it was mainly sitting in her studio, headphones on being in a completely different world while she created and that was and continues to be her happy place.

the news that her grandfather was ill and he wasn’t going to get better hit eleanor the hardest. he was the one person who she felt understood her, the one that tied her to a lot of things and made her feel loved. impulsive and intense behaviour came from her during this time, that was in her second month at university. living in denial was a hard place to be as her mental health deteriorated quickly - el's mother wasn’t the talkative type and every time she tried to accept reality and try to talk about her feelings with the woman, she’d be shut down and thrown into a schedule. she’d dropped out and hadn’t told her mother - being dishonest was not her thing...

she had a breakdown at a photoshoot. the photographer was quick to intervene and attempted to comfort her until they could get her somewhere safe. a day after, she was hospitalised but her mother wanted to get her out quickly to 'salvage their reputation'. the entire ordeal upset her.. it was just her and her mother and although she felt broken, she needed to be there to comfort her mom because she could see that the woman was struggling - it was hindering them both that she still didn’t want to talk about it.

the reading of edward middleton’s will was a big event. eleanor wasn’t expecting to get anything as he’d given her more than enough love to make up for the lack in her life. it was a great surprise to everyone, including her, when edward left everything to her. overwhelmed didn’t even cover it. his savings, current bank account, shares in his company, property... everything. she was so confused as to why and did feel sorry for her mother but she didn’t even have time to think about what she wanted to do with the billions (tabloids will say millions which is half-true because they underestimate the situation) before the woman that she called mother would be filing to court to try get it revoked and passed to her. 

eleanor did not want to fight with her mother. the woman didn’t even tell her about it, a lawyer made her aware that her mother wanted to take it from her and was bringing her sanity into question. despite her mental illness, the ordeal was ruled in her favour but winning against her own mother didn't feel like a win at all. she'd dropped out of university but had the luxury of focusing on her artwork as she had the privilege to do so. all it took was one person to come into her studio and the rest was history. eleanor was always humble, never flaunting her wealth in people's face (not for the most part, anyways). when she did, it was because she wasn't that self aware to recognise she was doing it.

she managed to keep herself steady for a while. her medication and therapy was working, she felt comfortable, her artwork was being admired and sold for $$$$$$$$ - she was happy, right? she felt like she had gone from someone that was easily satisfied to never being satisfied. it was then when she found someone she'd call her best friend. the two were very different but got on really well - eleanor felt safe, like they wouldn't judge her and when she had a bad day, they'd always find a way to cheer her up and if they couldn't, they'd make sure to sit with her in her penthouse to make sure she wasn't alone. it was at the point where she felt relaxed when she was looking into becoming a mental health advocate, particularly in schools.

however, pressures would get to her - with deadlines, her attempting to try have a hand in her grandfather's company from a legacy... everything seemed so stressful and then it felt so threatening. it was a long time coming but she sold the majority of her shares in her grandfather's company (she still owns 30% but is more a nepo figure than actually having to do anything). however, it didn't feel like a weight had been lifted - her grandfather would be so disappointed with her. she just wasn't up to - she was flighty, unreliable, a people-pleaser and whilst he'd always encouraged being kind, there was a point where she needed to stop letting people walk all over her.

it was her inability to deal with her therapist leaving that caused another break. people in her circles were ignoring it but not maliciously, they were just unaware of her circumstances. 'eleanor and her stories, she does let that brain of hers run wild sometimes' or just a simple scoff and shrug of the shoulders before 'artists...' was mumbled. it didn't help that her therapist moved to another country , still trying to call the woman when she shouldn't have been and that she was having trouble finding another good fit - she didn't know what she found so off-putting but it didn't feel like anything was working with anyone. her old therapist had left a plan for her but with the professional breakdown, it left her vulnerable. all of a sudden, everyone in her life felt so distant. there was somewhat of an incident at the metropolitan museum of art - the security suspected that she was on something. it was her doorman that took her to the emergency room and that lead to multiple referrals being made for her as well as her being admitted.

eleanor did spend a few months in hospital and then gradually started to appear again. it is disappointing to her - she worked so hard, was even talking about giving back due to her wealthy position but how could she even try to talk to people that were already a million miles away when she was missing her own foundations? she'd like to get back into it, to actually see it through but she first needs to be able to trust herself again. she's doing less pieces but she's trying to finish some off and she's started back running again because it really does clear her head and make her think about nothing.

little facts:

was born in england and split her time between london and nyc when growing up - her accent is primarily british but she does have an american twang on particular words/phrases/sounds.

she’s not bothered about designer labels. if it’s pretty, she’ll buy it, whether it’s from chanel or a charity shop, it doesn’t matter to her.

tries to be positive to everyone and everything but it makes her feel good. she is naive when it comes to trusting people but wants to be loved so is ultimately a people pleaser.

cries very easily - if she’s happy, sad or scared, she’ll be crying. el also very much wears her heart on her sleeve!

was labelled as ‘kooky’ pretty early on but doesn’t really mind. she does try to fit in but it never ends up being how she imagined. she's diagnosed with schizophrenia. it's not that she hides it, just doesn't feel the need to mention it most of the time.

has drunk since she was a teen and still doesn’t know her limits :)

she is messy, both in organising and behaviour.

either cant sleep so she decides to scrap book while listening to music at three am or she does nothing but sleep.

white cotton poplin is her staple in outfits, whether it be a dress or shirt!

has taken up yoga for the first time and she thinks she's terrible at it - not flexible and unbalanced but she does run a lot when she needs to clear her head and will say it's better to do that here than across the country on a treadmill.

she says she isn't a runner but is very good at it.

loves to wear suits and blazers! messes her hair up within 3 mins of leaving the house.

sold her mother a part share in the company (didn't give it to her for free after she tried to sue her). she's still very hurt about how the woman treated her but does want to mend the relationship somehow.

she's recently been giving a plant as a gift to help her focus and look after something (part of her self-care) but she's really bad at keeping green things alive - she's really trying though.

is incredibly loyal and loving but doesn’t try to ask too many questions. her personality can sometimes be imposing as it is.

sometimes labelled the 'worst dressed' at events - she doesn't pay attention too much.

is trying to act like nothing is happening so is over-compensating with her chirpy personality.

it's scaring her that, despite being a billionnaire, she's struggling to find a therapist. eleanor is privileged, she's aware of it so it has got her thinking about outside of her bubble - what would have happened if she couldn't even afford treatment?

likes all types of music

her fave colours are blue, green, purple and red but not together