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justjams2003 · 2 years ago

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Fast Pace- 10

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae

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Part 9~Part 11(coming soon)

"Carlos! Carlos! Carlos! Look! Look! Look!” Your excitement is uncontainable. There was a knock on the door early in the morning. You opened the door to a package in the hands of one of your security guards. With the name of one of the lesser-known clothing brands in Milan. You'd slept in the same bed as Carlos, and it’s brought you closer together. You jump on the bed, just barely missing his sleeping form, well, now no longer sleeping.

He doesn't even groan at your excitement. Instead, he wakes up with a smile. "Goodmorning, mi dulce niña, what has got you so riled up before 7 in the morning?” He asks, picking you up by the waist and placing you in his lap. "I got a package, see?” He rubs his eyes, now really waking up. He takes the box from your hands and reads the letter that came with.

"Dear, Y/N, we've seen your videos and would love for you to show off some of our best looks on the paddock. Gioia Bini.” He doesn't show much of a reaction, clearly though just a bluff, a wide grin covers his face. He grabs you and then pulls you close to him. His scruff tickles you as he places a thousand small kisses all over. Your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks.

You can't help but laugh, joy coursing through you. "I'm so proud of you!” His words feel like adrenaline through your bones. You can feel your childhood hopes and dreams spark alive again. This is a moment you'll be saving forever. Like a wallpaper for your mind. Because while he gives you words of praise you feel nothing but pure joy.

"Let me fit it, and you can help me chose when and which one.” The first one is that classic Ferrari read, never before have you realised how good you look in the colour. Or just how good it feels to see him look at you like that. As if you're worth a million, no, a billion dollars. The second one is a short, white dress.

"Mmh, a difficult choice. You know I love you in red, but I can't wait to see you in white.” "What?” Did he really just say that? Marriage? Yes, you're crazy about him, but you've only known him a month. But he doesn't answer. At all. He brushes it off as if he never said it. As if he meant to keep it in his mind or say it in Spanish.

He then checks his watch; he'd already gotten ready in his gym clothes. "We'll decide after the gym.” You smile and go to get ready for your everyday. "Okay, enjoy yourself,” yet before you could go change, he grabs you by the wrist. "Ah, ah, ah. You're joining me. Remember the deal?” The realisation hits you, he must be making a joke, he can't be serious.

Yet, he was dead serious about the smoking. He was dead serious about the healthy eating; you could see your hips becoming a bit softer and your legs just a bit rounder. His fingers come up to your chin and close your mouth. "You'll catch flies, why is this bothering you so much?” You rip your wrist from his hand.

"Fine.” You don't mean to sound so harsh, but you can feel the memories surfacing. You can't help but stare at yourself in the mirror. Does he not like your body? Does he want it different? Will he be taking your privilege if you don't go? You thought you were more to him? More than just a body. Is that why he won't touch you? He doesn't think your body is good enough yet?

"You're killing me,” you're heaving heavily. Squeezing your sides from the stitches as you hang over the treadmill. All while your sugar daddy and your shared personal trainer is laughing at your reaction. "You! This is all your fault. I thought you-” the word love plays on your tongue. No, he can't possibly love you. If he does, there must be something wrong with him.

"-cared for me! And now? Now you're trying to kill me.” You just barely peer over to him. He hasn't even broken a sweat and yet he's done 3 times more than you. "It's just a 10 minute run, Y/N. I understand you had that classic French diet, but we have to start somewhere.” Rupert explains, trying to encourage you.

It doesn't help, you can feel your lungs burning. But Carlos knows. He knows what motivates you, he knows what pushes your buttons. He tells Bob to go fill out your water bottle again. Then he does the same as before, lifts your chin and then brings your ear close to his mouth. "Come on, show Daddy you'll be able to keep up with me.” He shoots you a wink and before you know it, Bob is back.

Your cheeks are bright red, and you just hope and pray that the trainer will think it's from the exercise. "Alright, Rupert, peak health. As good as a high-performance athlete.” You send Carlos a wink, hoping that it has the same effect on him as it has on you. It doesn't he doesn't blush, not once, in fact his smirk grows wider.

"Carlos did what?” You bite your lip at Alexandra's reaction. "He gave me his card and told me to go shop.” Kika lets out a laugh. "We heard you; we're just shocked.” You look at the both of them, their opinions matter a lot to you. You want what they have, what they are. You want to join them on their girls-trips and always enjoy the hospitalities with them on the paddock.

"What? Does Pierre not do that?” You ask, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights. "I wish." She scoffs taking a sip from her drink. "Neither does Charles. I mean, he does give me presents and naturally we go on vacation together, but rarely does he just give me his card.” She still looks a bit taken back. "His Black Amex at that too.” Kika interrupts.

The realisation of just how different your relationship is hits you. You didn't think from the start that they're sugar babies, but you thought at least their boyfriends would treat them the same. Or at least, similarly. Even so, for the most part your behaviour seems more girlfriend than sugar baby. Should you be acting different?

"And the car too! Kika, did you see her car?” Alex calls out, putting down her drink. "Car?” Portuguese girl asks after swallowing her bite. Alex squeals and then pulls out her phone. At the moment, you feel like an outsider. You feel like they're gossiping about you, even if you're right next to them. She then shows Kika your Instagram, and they both swoon. Has she been watching you?

"You follow me?” She chuckles and nods, "Of course, girl, I've been stalking you since Charles told me Carlos got a new girl.” You chuckle, this all feels so schoolgirl. As if you aren't surrounded by some of the riches people on earth. "So, he's had plenty of girlfriends then?” She thinks for a moment, before backtracking on her words.

"I wouldn't call them girlfriends. They're more like flings than anything. But you... I think you're here to stay.” She takes your hands in her own. "Why do you say so.” Before she even starts speaking, she leers over her sunglasses to Brutis and Otis. "Because they've never been here before." You regret wearing the claw-clip now, because you're so ready to hide.

Kika finishes her drink, "Yeah, do they follow you everywhere?” She asks while turning back and waving to them. No reaction on their part. You sigh, letting go of Alex's hands and hiding your face. "Ugh, yes, it's Carlos' only fault. His protectiveness." Alex laughs and then shrugs. "It makes sense, the fans can be more dangerous than you realise..." It feels like the same speech he gave you.

"Yeah, didn't you see all those videos at the concerts? People are throwing things these days..." Kika agrees with Alex. If three people think the same, maybe it is logical? You haven't told Ilsa or Jasmine about them, you already know how they'll overreact.

"I guess he's just worried about me," both of the girls only hum, but like classic good friends they give each other a knowing look. "But they're not much fun, are they?" She reads you like a book, they've been such a drag. A looming figure you just can't get rid of. And you know other people are staring more at them than they are at you. After all, you're not even that famous. "Why don't we ditch them?" Alex asks, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I don't know, I don't want to stress Carlos out. With the practice and all, I don't want him to get hurt..."

They both groan and boo at your hesitation. "He's not your dad, you don't have to do everything he says." Kika gives a sharp side eye, but she too has the playful aura. "Yeah, all three our boys are busy right now. We won't be bothering them. You can barely reach them when they're caught up in the media like this." She's right, so far you've just been sitting here eating lunch with them. After that, you have no idea. Carlos has so much to do and you honestly don't feel like getting in his hair. "Oh alright, how are we going to do this?"

"Woohoo! Isn't this so much more fun than sitting around with those old men?" You can barely hear her over the sound of the radio. You're driving down the streets of Milan, again. This time an even bigger budget in mind with your new girl friends.

Even better so that those two boys aren't here to ruin the party, they'd been blowing up your phone and you've been gladly ignoring them. Gucci scarves, Prada heels, Hermés handbags, anything you could dream off. All the while the three of you go crazy on your Instagram. Showing everyone the life.

"Oo girl, Carlos is going to attack you like some vicious animal when he sees you in that." Kika smirks as you all fit the lingerie on, after all the shopping and treats you all feel much closer together. You can only laugh, too ashamed to truly speak of all that is happening. Alex whines and places her head on your shoulder. "You really have the perfect guy." You can only laugh at her. "And what? Charles Leclerc is a deadbeat?"

He's getting paid more than Carlos, he's more stable with Ferrari than Carlos and they've been longer together than the two of you. She laughs and admires herself in the changing room mirror. "I really like him, don't get me wrong. But he's not obsessed with me like Carlos is with you."

You blush and begin changing back into your clothes. "I wouldn't say he's obsessed with me." You both leave the changing room at the same time, conveniently with Kika outside still deep in your conversation.

"Girl, have you seen the way he looks for you? All he does for you? What has it been? 6 Months? I would marry that man already if I were you. Just to make sure he doesn't get away." If you had a drink you would've spit it out. "Kika! It's a bit early, don't you think?" You're glad she shares your shock, otherwise you'd be certain that they're both crazy. "Not at all." You all three laugh at her, now you're really enjoying yourself.

The ringtone rings, Sade's Smooth Operator plays due to the ringtone. "Speak of the devil." You say, holding up your phone after paying. You answer the phone while walking out the doors. "Where the fuck are you?" You can't help but let a laugh escape. He must be joking or something, you've never heard this time from him. He's never been aggressive towards you, ever. "This is not something to be fucking laughing about. Get back to the hotel, now."

You fall back, behind the two girls, not wanting them to listen to the conversation. "Why? It's not even," you go to look at the time only to realise free practice has long since ended. Not to mention, it's almost 5. "Oh shit..." You mutter, not realising how long you've been out and about.

"Oh shit is right. Get back to the hotel. Now." His voice is much sterner than you've ever heard him be. Comparable to the rage you've seen in the videos, after he's been let down by his team, again. Have you let him down?

You open the hotel door. All while taking off your heels and putting them to the side. "Carlos?" You call out, not seeing him lounging around, likely guessing that he's changing. In your mind, he's supposed to go to the gym right around now. The trainer has kept your sessions three times a week for now. However, walking further into the hotel room you see him on the balcony. In his workout clothes, his back faced to you with the setting sun of Italy in the background.

"Carlos," he doesn't look to be as angry as he sounded on the phone. Then again, you've never really seen him angry. He turns to you, now you can truly gauge his emotions. "Where were you?" You go to answer him but he raises his hand. "More importantly why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Anger, yes, it's prevalent, but more importantly you see fear. Utter frustration in his eyes, he looks like he's ran a  marathon.

You shrug, inspecting your still un-pedicured toes. That was one of the many things you plan on doing with your mom next week when you visit. "I didn't want to bother you. You were busy with the media." He scoffs at your words, his dark hair moving with his dramatic reactions. He repeats your words in a mutter. "So you thought it would be better to scare the living shit out of me?" He does look truly terrified. His usually soft eyes are now hard like rock. Like the amber stones his eyes so resemble.

"Do you know how it felt? I was in the middle of a drivers meeting. I thought someone took you from me!" You see tears form in his eyes. His backlash has a similar effect on you. You can feel the rock in your throat and the burning in your jaw. Yet still you don't dare say a word, after all you have nothing to say.

"Worse even, I thought you left me. I thought that they had said something that made you leave. That you realise you deserve much more than me." This makes you laugh, or maybe it's just to keep the sobs from escaping.

But the laugh seems to pierce his heart. "You're laughing? I'm ready to burn the whole of Italy just to find you and you're laughing?" Now, now you see anger. Raging burning anger. Like it's been locked in a cage and now it's free and gulping up oxygen.

"No, Carlos. It's funny to me that you think I deserve better? You quite literally took me in from the streets. Fed me with Caviar, clothed me with Gucci and cared for me like a king his queen, expecting nothing in return. And yet still believe I deserve better?"

Now it's his turn to laugh. You can see his fighting a battle in his mind. What to say and what not to say. "Can't you see? In five years I'll be washed up. Not a single Championship to my name and my money spent on stupidly expensive watches and cars that don't even hold one shopping bag. But you, you're immortal. Your beauty should be and I'm convinced will be remembered until every last mind withers from this earth.  Every single dime spent on you, is for the betterment of humanity."

How on earth can you really mean so much to him? What is it about you? How can one glance from an alleyway have this man in tears in front of you. You can't control yourself, you just need to feel his arms around you.

You need to hold him and comfort him. Tell him you'll stay forever. How sorry you are and that it won't ever happen again. And he lets you. He lets the tears fall in the crook your neck. His grip tighter than you thought possible. To the point where it aches. But, that's what love is, right? It aches.

He combs his fingers through your hair, whispering words that you'll never know what they mean. "Estoy obsesionado contigo. Si no puedo abrazarte por el resto de mi vida, entonces no tengo vida que esperar. Si no es en tus brazos donde muero, será en ese maldito coche de carreras, aunque tenga que asegurarme de ello."

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pliablehead · 1 year ago

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Heyo, what do you consider the top 5 must-watch EE interviews???

I AM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS and I think it's because I really don't have a proper answer!! So much of my deep dive into EE was done in one long hyperfixation spiral back when I was first getting fangirl-level into them, a good 6 or 7 years ago, and so I'm running into the problem of most of the interview content I've consumed all sort of homogenizing into one sort of blur of Lore that I've internalized and I am not doing a great job at separating out into its individual components! So, that said, the following list is probably not in line with what I'd actually ultimately believe to be the best, most crucial ones--it's just the ones my brain can call to mind at the moment. lol. BUT HERE ARE SOME:

serious/insightful: • Jon and Alex for Tape Notes podcast. (so not a must-watch so much as a much-listen, but there are a few individual clips from this on youtube in video form as well I believe.) RDF is my favorite EE album and I thought this was a hugely interesting look into their writing process and also had a bunch of cool personal stuff in it! Plus, I think it's a very good look at who the band are, like, "now" -- there's a lot of great content around from MA up through GTH, but by the time they were on album 4 and all like, 30+, and especially once covid hit and sort of changed the trajectory of like.. bands, in general, I feel like it's just been a different animal re: regular interviews etc. • this 2013 3-parter with Jonathan. It's been ages since I watched it but I remembered it almost immediately, and for some reason I'm remembering it as an oddly vulnerable Jon moment. just talking about things. (more good band lore! etc.)

funny/meme-y: • Mike and Jez at Isle of Wight. Unlike many others, I could not possibly count how many times I have rewatched this, and it is funny every time. The interviewer is a buffoon asking totally clueless questions and Jez is having absolutely none of it, he's just chomping his chewing gum the entire time, Mike's doing his best, it destroys me. • Mike and Jez look at memes. Less interview-y and more just #content but whoever edited this video did a TOP NOTCH JOB and it's one I often show to not-in-this-fanbase friends that can still be a fun look at the band and a good laff. • This very sweet one with Alex and Mike being interviewed by a literal child. Contains the infamous "Jeremy, and yes," which is one of my most quoted EE-related sentences ever • this Man Alive track-by-track, also audio only.. the BITS that Jon and Alex are doing. truly incredible stuff

just lads having a nice time :) : • the CAPSLOCK ON talkback - lots of pleasant band and lyric insight, and a great Jez cheese moment at the end • this livestream dot com session is some performing but some Q&Aing, so not really an interview proper, but the energy in the room is delightful alskdghj

other noteworthy bodies of work: • anything with Andy Backhouse. I'll be the first to admit that Andy can grate my nerves sometimes, he often feels annoyingly a little too simp-y or something, but the other side of that coin is that as a huge fan of the band he actually does always ask them questions that are like, Real, he Gets them, so it's guaranteed to be a notch up from just random music journos who are engaging with them on a more surface industry level. Nothing is more frustrating than watching an EE interview where the interviewer just so blatantly doesn't "get" EE's whole deal and doesn't know how to interface. Andy never has that problem ! • any episode of Chips of Chorlton that features them (I think Jon's been on twice and Jeremy once). Dutch Uncles are their friends and hearing them all shoot the shit in an extremely comfortable environment is suuuuch a pleasant and wholly different experience than when the lads are being Professional Music Band guys, even when the latter still consists of them doing fairly goofy things

A VERY LONGWINDED AND NOT ESPECIALLY COMPREHENSIVE ANSWER ?? !!!!! Ultimately I think I was the wrong man for the job. @hellkitepriest has way more of an archivist's nature sort of just intrinsically than I do, he can probably do a better and less ridiculous job akjdshglak

#TL;DR #e e #photoshop pharaoh #I HOPE THIS WAS ANYTHING..... HAhh #this has been a post

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netscapenavigator-official · 5 months ago

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Hey thanks for being an EV positive, yet still corporate critical and Tesla negative blog. My first car is an EV that I just got end of last year, and most discussion surrounding them has been... odd. It's either you're an elon bootlicker, someone who hates tesla and therefore also ALL EVs, or the conspiracy nuts who think they're woke death traps. There's some genuinely cool things about EVs, and while I don't think they'll be the entire solution for ICE cars, they have a place i think.

I think there's a middle ground for electric vehicles to exist in a more sustainable future, even if they won't (or shouldnt) be as widespread as ICE cars. Plus, driving one is just straight up fun, and this is coming from a person who used to HATE driving

Now this is an EV take on Tumblr Dot Com that I can get behind! I'll try to keep this as non-rambly as possible, but I love this topic a lot, and sometimes I just like talking about things... Sorry in advance...

I've certainly seen the division in EV opinions, too. It's shame that Tesla Fanboys ruined them for a lot of people, and Elon Musk really sealed the deal. A lot of left-leaning people on Tumblr (and the internet in general) have really been sucking down the oil industry's propaganda lately because they can't bring themselves to separate their opinion of Tesla and EVs in general. It's even starting to leach into the far-left's opinion of green technologies as a whole... which is certainly disheartening.

I, however, also find electric cars really fascinating, so that's why I enjoy talking about them so much on this blog. The concept of a car that does everything you need transportation to do, but silently, smoothly, and with zero-emissions is just so cool. Also, they kinda just... make sense. Like, I plug my dryer into the wall, it does chores. I plug my oven into the wall, it does chore. I plug my phone and laptop into the wall, they do "chores." So why not my car? Like why do I have to go out of my way to a stupid little fueling station and put a liquid in my car that has to be fracked, refined, transported, and then burned? Why can't I just charge my car at home, like every other appliance in my life? And the answer is... I can! And that's really cool! It's such a simple, novel concept, and yet it's been bastardized to hell and back, which I think is a real shame.

On the technology side of things, (in addition to Musk going off the deep end) I just think that Tesla has lost its luster. It got comfy in its market position, stopped innovating, and the legacy automakers caught up. The Hyundai Kia Motor Group is doing far more impressive things, imo. I mean, bringing 800V, sub-20 minute charging to cars that start under $50K is extremely impressive, especially when you consider the ONLY other cars that have and do that are the Porsche Taycan, Audi e-tron GT, Lucid Air, and Tesla Cybertruck (all cars that start over $80,000). Also, not to fangirl too much, but what Kia did with the EV9's drivetrain is downright industry leading... and tbh... I just don't see how people can see the innovations that companies like Hyundai, Lucid, Rivian, etc. are bringing to the market... and still think that Tesla makes good electric cars, let alone good cars at all.

Also, I completely mirror your opinion on the necessity of EVs. Being pro-electric cars doesn't mean you're pro-car dependency. Even in public transportation havens like the Netherlands or Japan, cars still have a place. Whether it be industrial, commercial, or niche personal reasons, cars will most likely have a place in the transportation world for the foreseeable future, and my philosophy regarding that is: So long as they exist, it's better for them to be zero-emission. I genuinely hope to see a public and mass transit revolution in my life time. I hope Americans will see public transportation be better funded and more accessible. I also hope, one day, people who don't want to own a car, won't have to. However, in the meantime (and for those people in the future who simply can't use public transportation for their transportation needs) an electric car is better than a ICE one. Period.

That's not to say EVs don't bring their own environmental challenges. They do. However, my opinion on the matter simply mirrors what studies and research show us: EVs are better for the environment than ICE cars, even if they aren't perfect. Every step in the right direction is a good thing, and a lack of perfection is not an excuse to to wallow and let things get worse.

And P.S.

How fun that your first car is electric! I'm totally jealous. I hope it brings you many many years of reliable transportation, well into the future. <3

#Netscape Results #ask #asks #electric vehicles #electric cars #ev #evs #zero emissions #green transportation #green technology #environmentalism #realism #tesla #fuck tesla #elon musk #fuck elon musk

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arkhammaid · 1 year ago

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I followed you for your Genshin fics, I got into Honkai Star Rail because of you and now I'm also into F1, so thank you for introducing me to new fandoms!

Could you recommend any F1 fic writers here on Tumblr?

hello anon! i'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this ask, but i really had to go through the list, since i read all kinds of stuff and i haven't gotten around to read all fics i planned to :// so the people tagged below write anything between smau's or written fics (sfw and nsfw!!), here or on ao3, so please check them out!! (very sorry for tagging so many people but i admire all of you and your works🫶)

@pucksandpower , @lorarri , @leclerc-s , @lovewithmary , @verstarppen , @astonmartinii , @f1version , @leclsrc , @lewisvinga , @arieslost , @mariahcarreyyy , @f1byjessie , @verstppism , @scuderiahoney , @serpenttines , @angsthology , @fangirl-dot-com , @foreveralbon , @drivestraight , @twslug , @planete777 , @sssilverstoned , @hemmingsleclerc , @monzamash , @velvetsainz , @chlerc , @landothemuppet , @landonfour , @landitolover , @norafaye , @nico-di-genova , @everythingne , @enchantecafe , @f0point5 , @solaireverie

#anne talks: with anons #fic rec <3 #<- new tag!!#i think i got everyone who i follow (f1 fic writers)#gonna start reblogging fics on my main instead of my reblogging acc :)

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ynbabe · 1 year ago

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omg @cheriladycl01 thank yu so much for tagging me!!

get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Last song I listened to :

Currently watching:

Constantine and just finished Voltaire High! do give these shows a check they're wildly underrated!

Currently obsessed with:

Everything changes (the best fic ever on ao3), Logan Sargeant, Whatever dynamic is going on between the Williams drivers, James Vowles and George Russell, F1 and F2.

Tagging:

@33-81 @dark-night-sky-99 @tyna-19 @aexitizen-ln4 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com @landosgirlxoxo @assholeinatrenchcoat @aviscarrentals

Thank you for tagging me @future-oscarwinner 💗

get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Last song I listened to:

Currently watching:

The Buccaneers (it's too good and I'm trying to watch it as slowly as I possibly can bec I don't want it to be over 😭)

Our Beloved Summer (kdrama) (rewatching bec why not?)

Currently obsessed with:

Lando Norris, F1, The Buccaneers, Honey & Spice by Bolu Babalola (book), Hayden Christensen (The way I've been down for this man for years has to be studied 🫠)

Tagging:

@halucynator @flwr-stella @landosjpg @moncheriies @unavoidabledirewolf @notyaslol @misspaddockverse @cretaceos @416piastri

#spotify #tumblr games

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lol-jackles · 3 years ago

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What is your reading on Jensen’s interview with entertainment weekly:

ew -dot- com/tv/jensen-ackles-on-directing-walker-kansas-performance-photos/

(X) lol that immediate The Winchester mention in the first paragraph. Then the part of Jared making that huge introduction for Jensen as a message to cast and crew to treat him right. The set is like a High School cafeteria, except 100x worse on the cattiness. By all accounts, Jared made the Walker set a very good place to work and it wouldn't surprise me if the cast and crew are defensive of him, especially after the prequel announcement debacle. So, Jared set the tone that Jensen is to be treated like any director, and then some because of their shared history. After all Jensen is also credited for how good the SPN set was.

Remember that Entertainment Weekly "End of the Road" article that was a J2 love fest and Misha’s only part sums up to “job interview", as in "what can you bring to the company” and Misha said, “I can bring J2’s legendary team work magic to your set”.

Then this question: You've obviously seen Jared play a number of characters on Supernatural, but what was it like to see him in such a different setting, playing a character he's said is more of a Dean than a Sam?

Jensen's answer was fine though my views will always be colored ever since he publicly took credit for the man Jared became at age 32 compared to when he was 22. I wished I saved the source.

Jensen: It’s been cool to be a part of that and watch him become a man. I like to think I helped him along the way with advice and stuff. I’m proud of the man he’s become.

Seriously kids, have you ever heard of another celebrity take credit for another celebrity’s adulthood in the same age group? Made my eye twitch when I read that. Then I remember the convention where a fangirl congratulated Jared on the birth of his son, Thomas, and before Jared could respond, Jensen jumped in with, “Thank you, we’re very proud”. No wonder J2 tinhatters exist.

#jensen ackles #walker

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superdirectorweb-blog · 6 years ago

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Nonton-film-indoxx21

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buckybarnesstar · 8 years ago

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Valentine’s Day

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves! I hope you had a better day than I did! this is short and not that great; my writing juice is low! feedback is welcome! .c

Valentine’s Day always left the most distasteful flavor in your mouth. You once had someone close to you to spend it with and now, you curse the day in vain because screw love, screw the heartfelt gifts, and screw time wasted on someone who didn’t deserve you. Maybe one day you’ll find someone who does.

You stayed in bed most of the morning so you could avoid seeing the Valentine decorations littering all over the tower. The two lovesick girls and a very head over heels Steve spent all day yesterday, putting them up. They threw foil hearts everywhere, covering the floor, pink and red rose wall decals placed on every inch of the walls.

They even went so far as to hang a rather large baby Cupid from the ceiling in the common room. It made you want to barf. Not to mention, the bedroom doors all except yours and surprisingly Bucky’s, had candy heart decals on them saying some lovesick word or short phrase, only worsening the mood for you.

You used to love this day, spending it with your ex-significant other, showering them with gifts, seeing the love in their eyes. Now, you dreaded the day it came around. You were happy for the couples in the tower, and you were more than thankful they had left to go on their dates. You were alone in the tower, or so you thought.

You grudgingly got out of bed and showered, not bothering to put on nice clothes. You settled for a tank top and leggings, not finding a reason to make yourself look dolled up for another regular day in your book. You made a sound of disgust as you walked through the tower, all the decorations sticking out to you like an eyesore.

You heard faint noise coming from somewhere, sounding like the common room. It was only until you walked into a scene that made your hand fly to your mouth to hold your laughter that you found the source of the grunting. Bucky, who you had no clue was even here, was whacking the hanging baby Cupid with an umbrella, trying to knock it down.

“Mother fu-dammit!” He yelled, barely tipping the end of it’s arrow. It was rather big and high up, even for the tall super soldier. “Fuck it. It’s just you and me, you stupid baby.” Bucky said with a huff, throwing the umbrella to the side. You snorted and he whipped around, his eyes wide. “Shit! I thought I was alone!” Bucky shouted, holding his chest.

You giggled and walked in, crossing your arms. “Chill, old man.” You said, rolling your eyes as he took deep breaths. “You’re not the only one who’s alone. It can be scary, huh?” You added harshly. Bucky shot you a glare and you held your arms up in mock surrender. “What’s got you so mad about today?” You questioned Bucky, pointing at the still swinging Cupid.

Bucky sighed and avoided looking at you until you looked away. “I mean, there’s this girl. I’m too nervous to ask her out or whatever..” Bucky trailed off, his eyes looking at you. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes avert to somewhere else. Your heart sank a tad. “Oh.” You said rather coldly, “I don’t have anyone.” You added sadly.

“So, you don’t have a-” Bucky started, seeing you shaking your head quickly before he could finish his question. “Nope.” You said, popping the p. You sighed and sat in Sam’s chair after tossing the heart shaped pillow to the floor with a grimace. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinted red in a cute way.

You always had a thing for Bucky, but you weren’t sure how to deal with it. You always stayed back, let him do his thing, let him heal from his past. You didn’t want to pressure him or make him feel weird by dumping the small feelings you had on him. You guessed it was too late now. He had his eyes on someone else.

Bucky let out a sigh and sat down on the sofa, his hands resting on his thighs. His hair was in a messy bun, a few shorter layers framing his face. He had a little bit of stubble growing and his usual Henley was unbuttoned all the way, just enough to let your imagination run free. You quickly looked away when Bucky’s head turned in your direction.

He took a deep breath, as if to prepare himself for what he was about to ask you. “Why?” Bucky asked, his hands joining together as he played with his fingers. He did that when he was nervous, you picked up on it a few weeks after he arrived. You looked at Bucky, biting the inside of your cheek. You sighed and your eyes rose to look at the slightly swaying baby Cupid. “Just an ex.” You said quietly.

Bucky nodded after a moment and sat up straighter. “Did it end badly?” Bucky asked softly, you could tell he was scared he’d offend you. You still felt upset about it, but you didn’t hurt like before. It was easier to talk about, just not on this particular day.

You sighed again, the memories flooding back. You tucked your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them, as if that would help close the gnawing hole in your heart.

With a shrug, you answered his question. “Pretty much. This was our holiday; we got together on this day. And after two years, we broke up on this day.” You said, avoiding Bucky’s sad expression. Bucky sat there, processing what you said. He took in your saddening eyes and your vulnerable position. He stood to his feet and walked over to you, holding his metal hand out to you.

You looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m not gonna let you suffer. Will you be my Valentine, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes holding your stare. Your eyebrows relaxed and a small smile formed on your lips. You unfolded from your position and grabbed Bucky’s hand, silently telling him yes. He smiled and pulled you along, confusion settling into your mind.

Bucky pulled you into the elevator and you smiled. “Where are we going?” You asked, looking up at Bucky. His face was red again and it made your heart swell. “Okay, don’t hate me or anything,” Bucky started as the elevator came to a stop, “But it kind of worked out perfectly.” Bucky finished, pulling you down his hallway. Your eyebrows knitted together again and Bucky stood outside of his closed door.

Bucky sighed and grasped both of your hands. “Okay, I’m very nervous.” Bucky said with a breathy chuckle. You blushed though you were still confused. “Bucky, what’s going on?” You asked as you started to get anxious. Bucky sighed, “Cover your eyes.” You did as told, a small smile tugging at your lips.

You heard Bucky open his door and he pulled you inside slowly. Your nose was suddenly filled with smell of a candle burning, or a couple, it was so strong. But you loved it, it was your favorite scent.

“Candles?” You asked, with a wider smile. Bucky was behind you with his hands on your hips. “Hey, no peeking!” He said with a whine. “I’m not! It’s just strong.” You said, laughing as he walked you forward some more.

You felt Bucky’s hands leave your waist and you kept your hand over your closed eyes. “Alright,” you heard Bucky say, “I like you. I’ve liked you for a while.” Bucky started, his voice shaking.

Your mouth fell open a tad and you felt your heart start to race. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I feel happy every time I get to see you.” Bucky carried on and you could hear the smile in his tone.

Bucky took a deep breath before continuing. “You’re sweet, you’re kind, you can kick anybody’s ass and make it look like the perfect way to die, you’re gentle with me, you helped me realize I’m not just a broken man, but a man who can love and maybe be loved in return.” Bucky whispered the last part and your throat formed a lump as tears threatened to spill from your closed eyes.

You could feel Bucky’s hand grasping your wrist. He gently pulled your hand from your eyes and his metal hand caressed your cheek. “Open, Doll.” Bucky whispered, your eyes doing as he said. You looked up at Bucky and his eyes were watery. You noticed a few candles here and there, and a teddy bear with a heart shaped box of chocolates sitting against it.

A gasp fell from your lips and you walked over to the little gifts. “Bucky.” You whispered, picking up the soft bear and box of chocolates. “If you don’t feel the same way and if it’s too much, given your past, I understand.” Bucky said behind you. “I didn’t know until today.” He added quietly.

You turned to face him again and smiled, laughing through your tears. You speed walked towards Bucky and wrapped your arms around him. He held you tightly and kissed your head. “Bucky, I love you.” You breathed, the words spilling from your mouth like an unsaid prayer.

Bucky smiled and lifted your chin up, looking into your eyes. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. I love you, Y/N.” Bucky said, leaning down to press his lips to yours. Maybe Valentine’s Day won’t be so terrible after all.

Note: if this sucks or if this is the bomb dot com, let me know because I’m a sucker for feedback. .c

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