#femaile

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

A bit more about one of the historical S2 deleted scenes :) and that it won't be in S3 :( (awww)

[theundercoversquid]

Telling Uncle Charles

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x F!Reader

Request: Omg I’m so excited for the second baby in the Pierre series!!! I’m in love with this series💜 May I make a request: reader and Pierre are trying to keep the second pregnancy secret but Étienne ends up telling the whole grid when he goes to the next race! 💜

Warnings: 

Masterlist

Baby Masterlist

You and Pierre had been so excited to tell Étienne about the fact that he was going to be a big brother.

The two of you had set him down and given him a picture of your sonogram. Explaining everything to him as you both assured him that he was still going to be your baby. Just that now you were going to have 2 babies that you were going to love equally.

Étienne had been so excited, babbling on about how he was going to be a big brother and how he couldn't wait for the baby to come.

"But remember, Étienne." You had told him. "you can't tell anyone yet."

Étienne had nodded. Not looking away from the sonogram.

You and Pirre had shared a look. Worried but hopeful that your baby would be able to keep this secret.

Well, it would seem that you and Pieerre were right to be worried.

As the three of you entered the paddock together, baby Étienne spotted his uncle Charles.

"Uncle cha cha!" Étienne called. Tugging PIere along by his hand as he ran towards Charles.

Charles just smiled fondly. Picking Étienne up in a hug when he got close enough.

"Guess what, Uncle cha cha," Étienne exclaimed as you and Pierre shared a look. Where was your little boy going with this?

"What mon bebe?" Charles asked, grinning at his godson.

"I'm going to be a big brother." Étienne has exclaimed. Grinning broadly.

"Étienne!" You and Pierre admonished together. As Piere sort to extract the small boy from Charles's hold.

"What did we say?" Piere asked Étienne sternly.

"Not to tell anyone," Étienne murmured. "But it's only Uncle Cha Cha." He complained.

"Just because he is Uncle Cha Cha doesn't mean you can tell him." Pierre admonished gently as Charles just stared at you, mouth open in surprise.

"You're pregnant again?" Chares asked softly.

"I am." You smiled softly. Placing a hand on your still flat stomach.

"Oh, that's incredible." Charles beamed. Pulling you in for a hug. "Oh, I am so happy for you both."

"Thank you, Charles." You smiled, giving him a squeeze. "Though if you could keep it quiet, we would be grateful."

"Of course, of course." Charles waved you off. Grinning brightly at you. "I can't believe the two of you are going to have another little baby."

"Best believe it, Calamar." Pierre grinned. Holding Étienne on one arm.

Grinning, Charles had pulled his best friend on for a tight hug. Both thumping the other on the back.

"I'm so happy for you, mate." Charles grinned. "look at you about to be a big brother." Charles explained, turning to Étienne as he ruffled the little boy's hair.

So maybe you hadn't been planning on telling anyone just yet. But you suppose it wasn't such a bad thing that Charles knew.

But maybe you and Pierre would have to keep a bit more of an eye on Étienne and remind him not to tell anyone else in the future. 

Tag List: @skarlettmikaelson @mysticalnightenthusiast​  @arieltwvdtohamflash

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

I wish I owned one of these ❤️‍🩹💔

[eretzyisrael]

By SAM SOKOL

Members of an all-female tank crew that ran down dozens of Hamas terrorists on October 7 are proud of themselves and are eager for further combat operations, Lt. Michal Ohana, an officer in the Caracal mixed-gender light infantry battalion, tells lawmakers.

Testifying in the Knesset at a conference on the topic of “Women’s Heroism in the War,” the 21-year old tanker declares that her soldiers “felt a crazy significance” after the battle, are “proud of themselves” and “want more.”

The soldiers are part of a company of all-women tank operators, which was made permanent in the Israel Defense Forces in 2022 after a two-year pilot program. The company usually operates along the Egyptian border — not in wars or in fighting behind enemy lines.

On the morning of October 7, Ohana and her fellow soldiers left their base at Nitzana and drove north as fast as they could, in tanks and an armored Humvee. In one of a number of highly irregular decisions IDF commanders were forced to make that day, the tanks were given the okay to drive on civilian roads — at speeds far higher than recommended.

Speaking to Channel 12 in November, Ohana recalled how she “saw terrorists everywhere, and I told the driver — just run them down.”

In response, IDF Chief of Staff Herzi Halevi declared that their actions had silenced any doubters over the ability of women to be in combat units. Since October 7, the army reports that it has seen a massive spike in female conscripts seeking to join combat units.

Lawmakers and bereaved parents last month demanded an investigation into the IDF’s apparent disregard for the warnings of the female surveillance soldiers tasked with watching the Gaza border in the weeks before the Hamas massacre.

[grandmother-goblin]

Field Study - Chapter 2

Ao3 - Masterlist

Chapter Summary: It was only after Cas allowed Astarion to drink her blood did he see the little wood elf in a new light. The more he learned about her, the more questions he had. And the more fascinated he became.

Relationships: Astarion x Female!Tav

Rating: Explicit (18+) for eventual smut.

Word Count: 4k

Chapter Tags: Heavy and obvious flirting, Astarion has a bit of an obsession with seeing his bite marks, eavesdropping

What transpired between Astarion and Cas in those early hours of the morning did not remain a secret long. The ground was still damp with morning dew when the others made thinly veiled threats regarding the implications of his nature. Like he was some monster incapable of keeping his condition in check. And like Cas was an utter fool for accepting him as he was.

On that point, Astarion was inclined to agree with them.

Yet the more their companions questioned Cas’s decision, the deeper she dug her heels into the dirt to defend it.

To defend him.

It was flattering in a weird way that he wasn’t familiar with. Though he had a feeling her stubbornness had less to do with him and more to do with her choices coming under question by the others. Again. Like every other decision she made since they started traveling together.

It took several assurances from Cas, but the rest of their little group reluctantly accepted the conclusion that was made. That she trusted him enough to let him stay.

That was worth something.

They went about the rest of the morning as usual. While Wyll brewed a pot of coffee, Gale tended to a pot of rabbit meat and root vegetables sizzling in reserved duck fat and fragrant herbs. Even though Astarion no longer needed to eat like the rest of them, the smells were comforting. Homey, even. A welcome change from the scent of wet stone, blood, and rot that permeated every corner of Cazador’s palace. It was strange how a certain smell could dredge up memories from the deepest recesses of the mind like a colander sifting muck and silt for a mere speck of gold.

It had been ages since Astarion experienced a whiff of coffee. It was a small thing, but one that his condition deprived him of nonetheless. For a creature who was no longer meant to greet the morning sun, it was easy to forget about some of the other simple pleasures that came with it. Back when he worked as magistrate, Astarion even had a favorite mug that he’d enjoy two or three cups from each morning. He wasn’t sure where it went, or when he had lost track of it for that matter. Hell, he couldn’t even remember what it looked like. White with some pattern maybe?

Just another of life’s niceties that was so easily forgotten.

“Coffee, Astarion?” Wyll said and offered a tin mug half filled with pitch black liquid, pulling him from his thoughts. “We don’t have any cream or sugar, but it’s not half bad if I say so myself.”

Astarion accepted the mug and thanked him. Though his sense of taste had changed drastically since his afflictions, the effects of foods and drinks stayed largely the same. Alcohol still managed to quiet his mind, so no doubt caffeine would help to wake it. Not that he needed any sort of pick-me-up that morning. Cas’s blood flowing through his veins was better than anything a cup of coffee could offer. Still, he did not want to turn down the novelty.

He swirled the steaming liquid before he sipped at the dark, bitter, brew. The flat taste on his tongue was a mere spark of what coffee should taste like. Blood was the only thing that tasted right, but his loss of taste was just another little gift from Cazador, he supposed. But he still continued to sip the coffee, in small mouthfuls, rolling the dulled flavor across his tongue absently as he watched some birds flit between the trees.

Then, he noticed Wyll was still staring at him.

“What?” Astarion leaned back slightly, as if to put space between him and the monster hunter.

Wyll simply shook his head and poured a cup of coffee for himself. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it,” he said. “Cas even brought it up with me and I told her she was being ridiculous. Hells, I still probably wouldn’t believe it if not for the bite mark on her neck.”

“Are you certain you're a monster hunter?”

Wyll brushed the jest aside with a chuckle and said, “Even the Blade could not have expected a vampire to be walking around in broad daylight.” With that, he went off to offer coffee to the others around camp.

The steam rising from the coffee dissipated in the crisp morning air as Astarion mulled over Wyll’s words. How long had Cas suspected him? Since they found the boar? Before that? Why did she suspect him at all when their resident monster hunter all but deemed it an impossibility? The questions lingered at the back of his mind as he finished his coffee.

Perhaps there was more to that ranger from Neverwinter than he initially thought. Whatever it was, Astarion resolved to find out.

—

The cool morning air gave way to intense late summer heat only after an hour on the road. The purpose of today’s expedition was just to get a lay of the land; find out where goblins are holed up, identify a path to the githyanki creche, and generally gather useful information about their surroundings. And keep an eye out for the devil Wyll was hunting.

So far, they had found a dog hanging around the corpse of his owner. Not the best way to start the day, but they just might have gotten a guard dog for the camp out of it. The dog, some sort of white shepherd called Scratch, trotted alongside Cas as if they had known each other for years.

Despite the two perfect little puncture marks bruising Cas’s neck, she seemed to be doing surprisingly well. Shadowheart had offered to heal the bite mark, but Cas insisted that she saved her spells for a ‘real problem’. So Astarion could only assume that she was feeling just fine. Of course, Astarion had asked Cas how she was feeling long before they set out for the day and she said she was fine. But saying something and acting accordingly were two different things entirely. It was a little reassuring that the two matched up when it came to Cas.

Perhaps she was as genuine as she appeared.

As for Astarion, he was feeling better than ‘fine’. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so well. So alive, for a lack of a better word. The sunlight dripped between bright green summer leaves like droplets of honey, the songbirds sounded like a symphony more than a cacophony, and the sweet scent of orange blossoms with a hint of gardenia carried on a warm breeze. It all seemed just a little brighter, and that permanent weight in his chest just a bit lighter.

Was it just a particularly nice day, a good mood, or were his senses truly heightened from being a well fed vampire for the first time since he was cursed with the affliction? If it was the latter, no wonder Cazador forbade his spawn from proper meals: they might just feel almost normal for once. One by one, the chains that bound him to his condition and to Cazador snapped like cotton threads.

For the first time in centuries, Astarion felt that the world was finally a place he could experience rather than simply witness.

A couple meters behind him, Wyll and Shadowheart conversed quietly about their ideas surrounding this ‘Absolute’ character the goblins seemed to worship and who (or what) might be behind it. Astarion tuned them out. No point in filling his head with speculations. Not when there was already so much going on in his mind.

Instead he set his sight on the wood elf in front of him who, for whatever reason, seemed to make his mind a quieter place. Maybe it was the ease in which she moved through a world that was so unfamiliar to him, or maybe it was because she never once seemed troubled by all that happened to them. Perhaps it was simply because she had nothing going on in her mind at all and her worm kindly shared whatever background tavern music was running between her ears with his.

Astarion focused his attention on Cas walking ahead of him, noticing how the strap that holster her dagger to her thigh was just a little too tight and the subtle sway of her hips. He recalled the feel of her curves against him last night as he drank from her. Even though she had been essentially straddling him, it felt different. Not as sexual as he would have expected, in retrospect. Perhaps it was just because he didn’t have to lure her back to Cazador. He brushed the thoughts aside as he fell in step beside Cas, feeling the sudden urge to talk to her.

Cas acknowledged him with a small smile and they exchanged pleasantries. Bruises blossomed from the two puncture wounds on her neck like macabre magnolias with dark red centers. His morbid curiosity mixed with a sense of pride. It was odd. Why did he like seeing his bite mark on her neck? It should have filled him with disgust, her parading around the fact that she had been bitten by a vampire, but it didn’t.

Cas was different.

“I’ve been thinking,” Astarion started, keeping his tone casual. “And I can’t help but wonder if you’ve had any prior experience with other vampires.”

She tilted her head at him, but didn’t seem at all surprised by his statement. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” Astarion shrugged, trying his best to look more indifferent than he felt.

It was the truth, but it only scratched the surface of every thought that writhed within that curiosity. Until a couple of hours ago, Astarion thought Cas was just an average elf and never put much thought beyond that.

That changed the moment he told her the truth about what he really was. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her eyes. Then there was the vision the tadpole shared of the young man bleeding from bite wounds to his neck, someone she clearly cared for. Lastly, there was that odd comment about an ‘anticoagulant’ in his saliva, which was awkward at the moment but now it drew his suspicion. There was more to this backwoods elf than she was letting on. Not knowing exactly what that was, however, meant potentially walking right into a trap.

As if he didn’t have enough to worry about.

Cas brushed a lock of brown hair that escaped her ponytail behind her ear. “A very dear friend of mine is a vampire,” Cas explained simply, as if knowing a vampire (let alone calling one a friend) was as commonplace as knowing someone with a pet cat.

Vampires did not have friends. At least, not in the way most people had friends. They had tools, people they used and could benefit from, but not real friends. Friendship required some sort of give and take, and vampires were only good at one of those things.

“He sometimes needs an illustrator for his research, so I help out when I can,” Cas continued after a moment of silence. “Plus, he lets my brother and I stay at his place whenever we’re in town. Saves money on inns.”

Her words gave him pause. What sort of people would willingly share space with a vampire? And what sort of vampire would be open to mortal company without some sort of blood price?

Astarion’s fingers ghosted over the punctures in her neck, yet did not see a single wound except for his and that strange sense of pride welled in his chest again. He swallowed the feeling quickly: scars could easily vanish with the right magic. “I take it that you’ve had plenty of experience with this then.”

“That was a first, actually.” She gently brushed his hand away with a wince.

Right. Her neck was probably still pretty sore.

“The vampires I know wouldn’t bite me even if I offered,” she continued as if it were a perfectly normal subject to talk about. “But you needed blood so I offered. Plus, I was curious about what it felt like and if the texts I read matched up with reality.”

For some reason he did not quite understand, Astarion found himself smiling at her. Maybe it was the unspoken connection of being each other’s first. Or maybe it was just the little flush on her cheeks and crack in her voice as she admitted it.

Adorable, really.

“Was your curiosity satisfied?” he asked, his voice low enough for her ears alone.

Cas bit back a smile. “You could stand to satisfy me further,” she replied in a tone that was playful and flirtatious, but definitely not serious.

Interesting.

“Don’t tempt me, darling,” he whispered, matching her energy in a way that made her choke back a giggle. “I wouldn’t dare leave you wanting.”

With one hand, she gave his shoulder a good-natured shove as a brilliant grin spread across her face. “You’re ridiculous.”

A fluttering sensation bloomed within his chest, warm yet light, as Astarion took in her smile and how her cheeks darkened with laughter. It was strange. Uncomfortable, even. So he averted his focus to the road ahead and swallowed down the emotion.

There was no reason why Cas should make him feel like a damn teenager. She was just a pretty face. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been around beautiful people before. He had bedded more of them than he cared to remember, yet none of them made him feel… whatever the Hells that was.

Perhaps it was because Cas allowed him to drink her blood. Or because she was the first thinking creature to do so. Or, maybe, it was because she gave him the first sign that Cazador had lost control.

That was probably it.

Nothing more.

—

Scratch proved his worth almost immediately. On the outskirts of an abandoned village, Scratch stuck his little black nose up in the air, barked once, and practically herded them directly toward the devil Wyll had been hunting.

Who wasn’t a devil at all, but tiefling. A tiefling that could definitely snap Astarion in two if she felt so inclined, but just a sweet young woman who certainly didn’t run around killing innocents like Wyll had believed.

After it was determined absolutely no harm would come to Karlach, Cas hung back to speak to Wyll in private while they made their way back to camp. Astarion didn’t want to intrude, but he found himself slowing down a couple of times to catch snippets of their conversation. But only one part of it really stood out to him.

“It doesn’t matter who your source is,” Cas had said, sounding like a teacher giving a lecture. “Always do your due diligence. You’re responsible for who you hunt. No one else. Otherwise you’re no different than a mercenary.”

“I know,” Wyll had replied. “You don’t need to recite The Huntsman’s Handbook to me.”

A pregnant pause had permeated the air between. Two, three, seconds passed by. Then Cas changed the subject with all the grace of a newborn deer learning to stand, but Wyll seemed far too stressed to notice.

Interesting, to say the least. Perhaps Wyll’s response had embarrassed her. After all, who was she to be telling a famous monster hunter how to do his job?

When they got to camp, it didn’t take long for them to set up a tent for Karlach and make introductions. The moon was already high in the sky by the time they finished the supper Gale had prepared and took care of some various tasks to prepare for the next day. Yet, despite the excitement of a new traveling companion, Astarion found that his mind kept wandering back to Cas.

If not his mind, then his eyes.

It was something instinctual, like eyeing a plate full of baked goods on an empty stomach, but Astarion was far from starving. After dealing with a couple of fake paladins who were after Karlach, he had no need to feed that evening. Even if Cas tasted significantly better than any demon blood, it would be unwise to drink her blood two nights in a row. Gale gave him an unnecessarily long lecture about why that was the case, but Astarion barely paid attention. The bottom line was he could not drink from Cas any time soon. At least, not without her using some sort of magical healing that would be best saved for an emergency.

Given how Astarion had needed emergency healing a few times during their travels, he’d rather stay on the safe side. As disappointing as it was.

Since hunting took up most of his evenings, and he had no need for blood that night, he found himself with a bit more free time than he knew what to deal with. Gale and Lae’zel had volunteered to keep watch that night, so Astarion didn’t even have guard duty to occupy himself.

So to kill time, he took care of some basic maintenance on his equipment. His dagger was plenty sharp, but he still took some time to buff the blade and check that it was still firmly attached to the hilt. Then he started on his armor, checking a buckle here and fixing a broken strap there. All the while, he listened to the sounds around camp.

Tents weren’t great at blocking out noises, which was both a good thing and a bad thing.

On the upside, if there was any danger approaching they would have plenty of time to react to suspicious footsteps or the low growl of a predator. He could hear all the gossip and drama between his companions, which made for some decent entertainment.

On the downside, when he wanted a bit of peace and quiet, that could only be found in the depths of night when most were asleep.

And he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted at the moment. As much as he tried to brush it aside, his mind kept going back to his conversation with Cas and the funny feeling that came with it. It bothered him, but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly why.

Noise, both internal and external, tended to fade into the background so long as he kept himself busy. That was probably how he ended up fletching extra arrows. There was no need for them at the moment, but there would be. And it kept him distracted. While he was working on securing an arrowhead to a wooden shaft, Astarion heard his name on Gale’s lips.

“I know Astarion says all the right words, but I don’t think he means the right things,” he said, his voice hushed and secretive like a nobleman gossiping at a party. “We need to tread carefully with him.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Cas replied without matching Gale’s conspiratorial tone, brushing his concerns away like a gnat. “I wouldn’t have let Astarion bite me if I didn’t.”

Astarion shifted closer to the entrance of his tent, careful not to make a sound. From a narrow gap between the tent flaps he spotted Gale and Cas sitting around the dwindling campfire, Cas with her back to the flames and Gale seated on a halved log across from her.

“You let him?” Gale leaned forward in his seat, his voice lowering to a fraction above a whisper. “Here I was thinking he snuck up on you. Why in the Hells did you let him bite you if there’s a whole forest full of animals out there?”

Cas shrugged. “He asked.”

“So he charmed you?”

“No,” Cas said slowly, like she was using the word as a filler while she figured out what she was going to say next. “But making a vampire feed solely off of animals is like making a human live strictly on potatoes. You’ll live, but it’s not healthy.”

“Don’t tell me he told you that.” Gale drawled, failing spectacularly at hiding the judgment from his tone. Might as well outright call Cas an idiot; that was at least more direct. With a heavy sigh, Gale shook his head. “You need to be more careful with him in the future. He has a certain charm about him, I won’t deny that, but you can’t trust a vampire. Not completely, at least.”

“I trust Astarion.”

“We barely know him.”

Cas gestured to the entirety of the camp with sharp, sweeping, motion. “None of us really know each other,” she said, failing to hide a twinge of frustration. “We need some degree of trust to survive this situation. Just like I can trust you not to lose your mind and incinerate me, I can trust Astarion to keep his condition in check. He has so far.”

With another sigh that sounded more like a groan, Gale ran his hands through his hair. “It’s not the same thing, Cas,” he said. “He’s in control of his actions for now, but he might not always be down the road. We need to be prepared if that happens.”

“It won’t,” Cas said with naïve certainty, like a child claiming they could best a dragon with a paper sword.

He hated to admit it, but Gale had a point. Even if Astarion could break one of Cazador’s commandments, there was still a non-zero chance that Cazador could still control him. One way or another.

Gale dusted his hands off on his pant legs and stood. “Even so,” he said as he turned toward his tent, “please be careful.”

After Gale had vanished into his tent and a moment of silence passed, Cas tossed another log on the fire with more force than necessary. Muttering something under her breath, she stalked off towards the river and out of his line of sight.

Astarion’s fingers relaxed around the bundle of arrows still clutched in his hands. The arrows pooled haphazardly on the floor of his tent when he released his grip, forgotten as that weird feeling stirred in his gut once again.

Perhaps he was hungry after all.

As much as he wanted to deny it, something about Cas’s words slipped past that iron cage he kept around his heart. Not too far. Just enough to notice.

For a moment, he enjoyed the feeling for what it was. Warm. Pleasant even. And entirely too dangerous to let himself indulge in. It would only lead to more pain down the road.

But that trust Cas had in him…. He could use that. Trust was a powerful yet fragile thing. Something that could shatter in an instant if she had any inkling of him abusing it.

And he needed Cas to trust him. Needed her on his side. For his own protection, if nothing else.

No one else would have stuck up for him the way she had. It was genuine. Cas had no idea that he had heard any of that conversation. She had nothing to gain by standing up for him, especially when she didn’t think he was around to hear her.

However, Astarion realized with some bitterness, he didn’t know the first thing about trust. Sure, he knew how to exploit it for his advantage, to lure people to Cazador, but placing his own trust in another? That was a luxury that had been denied to him as long as he could remember.

Any time he placed his trust in another, it always came back to bite him.

Not only that, but centuries as Cazador’s puppet effectively denied him any sort of meaningful connections. They were always fleeting. Always for Cazador. As long as Cazador lived, Astarion couldn’t even trust himself. And as long as Cazador lived, as long as Astarion was beholden to his every whim, no one could trust him either.

Except for, apparently, Cas.

Perhaps she was more foolish than he originally thought. Vampires with the best intentions, even if they were free, still risked succumbing to their hunger or dark desires. Astarion had seen the light slowly fade away from each one of his siblings; love turned into a paralyzing prison, friendship twisted into rivalry, and trust became nothing more than a tool to be exploited.

When one’s life had to be shrouded in darkness and death in order to continue, it was easy to forget about the light.

As much as it scared him, and as new as it was, Astarion did not want to return to a world without the light.

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[catgirltoes]

#but w that username i doubt op is even a woman lmao

My URL is clockable!

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

did u know books used to have ads in them

[nonsense000]

KLIMT V - KNIFE PARTY ft. Zunigafeid M/V OFFICIAL

[nikkiserenity]

A little over a year ago I was published in the Daily Mail! I’m resharing it here for anyone who didn’t see it before! Who has seen it? Who’s just finding out I’m in it? Let me know in the comments below! 👇⬇️ I was published in Daily Mail, the largest online newspaper in the world! I do shave more than twice a year if I need to. It depends on where the work is. A few details are a little off but this is amazing! Here are some screenshots of the article. Read the full article here: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-10463257/Model-24-reveals-shaves-armpits-TWICE-year.html Model:@NikkiSerenityArtist Photos by: Nikki Serenity and Brad Prime / Prime Photography / https://primephotostl.com / @brad_prime Poison Ivy makeup: @cwarner_fine_arts Thank you @lucymercury1 for interviewing me and getting me in here! Newspaper: @dailymail / @femail #model #models #newsuk #uknewspaper #uknews #uk #noshavenovember #noshave #femaildaily #dailymailfemail #newspaper #publishedmodels #publishedmodel #dailymail #femail #thedailymail #dailymailuk #thedailymailuk #dailymailtv #dailymailonline #armpithair #bodyhair #bodypositive #beautiful #bodypositivity #hairyarmpit #hairyarmpits #armpithairy #armpitselfie @dailymailweekend @daily_mail_eveyday @dailymailzim @daily___mail @daily_mail_eveyday @_daily_mail_ @femail @dailymailauscollective @_dailymail_ @dailymail.az @daily_mail_news @dailymail.showbiz @dailymail_news @dailymailstanaccount @dailymailvideous @daily_mail__ @dailymailus @daily.mail.uk @dailymailfashionfinderuk @dailymailcelebrity @dailymail.co.uk @dailymailau @dailymailtv @dailymail (at Daily Mail) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoNFLDIOmtj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theundercoversquid]

F1 dinner

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Request: This is so pierre with his daughter. could you do an imagine based on this, like he is taking her with him on some f1 related dinner etc.. /www(.)pinterest(.)se/pin/99994054219561634/

Hey, hope the link works this time. Its for the pierre with daughter to dinner etc... https://pin.it/4Jtvn2s

Warnings:

Masterlist

You couldn't help but smile. Watching as Piere helped to get your daughter ready.

The three of you were heading off to an intimate little gathering with some of the other drivers and their families.

Your daughter had been adamant that she wanted to match her dad. So together, Pierre and her had picked out a navy suit for himself. For your daughter they had gone for her skirt that had navy stripes on it paired with a white shirt that matched his.

Together, they made quite a pair. 

Pierre had always been such an attentive dad to your little one.

Always making sure that she was happy. So, to him, changing his outfit to match hers was the least he could do. 

Helping her put her shoes in, he helped her into the car. Making sure she was comfortable and buckled in before he came to check on you. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he closed your door and jogged around to the driver's seat.

"Shall we?" Pieere asks, turning around to face your daughter.

"Yes!" She cheers, pumping her fist in the air, and with that, Pierre puts the car into drive, and off the three of you go.

When you make it to the restaurant, Pierre carefully helps you and your daughter out of the car before passing the car keys off to the valet. 

Making sure your daughter's hand is safely tucked in his Pierre and her head into the restaurant. As Pierre helps her up the stairs, you can't help but coo. Taking a picture as you savour the moment. 

Looking up, you can see Pierre looking at you, questioning why you have stoped at the bottom of the stairs. But you wave him off. Pressing a kiss to his cheek as you open the door to the private room the drivers had booked.

You would show him the pictures later. But for now, you had a dinner to get to

[good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic]

Kaitlin I love you so, so much, but you cannot make up for the Glenn-shaped hole in this podcast. I'll still take it though! This is two episodes now where Kaitlin's come in when Glenn's not around: do the others realize how much power the two of them have together when they team up, like in Everybody Browns Out? XD

Yeah, Rob and Charlie are doing a bit when they say Glenn gave them strict instructions not to do Hits The Road today hohoho he's so bossy, but I'm so relieved they didn't go ahead with the next episode today. Can you imagine hearing about those excellent Dennis and Frank and especially Dennis and Charlie scenes without Glenn around? Ugh, I actually can, given their past history, so I'm glad I don't have to.

Megan choose good questions from the mailbag and Charlie, Rob and Kaitlin had interesting new shit to say, especially about the best and worst episodes to film, influences, the characters' wardrobes and so on. I was hoping to hear a bit about Rob and Charlie's influences too, but we can't have everything, I suppose, and given the DO NOT DISTURB note on Charlie's door, I'm happy they didn't take this week off.

(Also: Rob and Kaitlin really only got together because of Charlie and Mary Elizabeth's wedding!!! That's just so FUCKING adorable?)

I wasn't expecting her to address any of the macdennis stuff lol but we know for sure now that she's definitely read some of those messages! THEY KNOW GUYS, THEY KNOW!!! And I'm not screaming internally at all.

Can't believe they start filming Season 16 in TWO DAYS!!! They're gonna start teasing us starting on Wednesday, aren't they? Rob in particular. Praying to the blogs here who follow the guys on instagram!

By the next pod episode, they'll have already dived into production. And Glenn will be back too. Yay! There's something to look forward to now.

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RESEARCH

Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus (c. 1484–1486). Tempera on canvas. 172.5 cm × 278.9 cm (67.9 in × 109.6 in). Uffizi, Florence

"The Birth of Venus" by Botticelli is the first image of a completely naked female body, where nudity does not symbolize original sin (as, for example, in the image of Eve). It painting was, probably, inspiration for Giorgione's "Sleeping Venus" (c. 1510) or Titian's "Venus of Urbino" (1538).

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

I love all, but... Crowley and Aziraphale female presenting? 👀❤

hey neil!!

the historical flashbacks are some of my favorite scenes in season 1 and season 2 of good omens, so i was wondering if there were any time periods you’d really like to portray aziraphale and crowley in that you haven’t already???

Quite a few. Ones that we had planned as possible for Season 2 (that either didn't get written or didn't get filmed) included a Wild West one, a 15th century Papal one, an Arabian Nights one, and a 1960s American one with Crowley and Aziraphale female presenting. And we have the whole of human history as a canvas. But for now the ones you've got are all.

[rightnewshindi]

Female Naga Sadhu: जानें कैसे बनती है महिला नागा साधु, कहां करती हैं निवासी; जानें उनकी रहस्यमयी दुनिया के बारे

Maha Kumbh 2025, Female Naga Sadhu: उत्तर प्रदेश की संगम नगरी प्रयागराज में 13 जनवरी से महाकुंभ की शुरूआत होगी। 13 जनवरी से महाकुंभ शुरू होगा और 26 फरवरी तक चलेगा। डेढ़ महीने तक चलने वाले महाकुंभ में गंगा-यमुना और सरस्वती के त्रिवेणी संगम पर आस्था की डुबकी लगाने के लिए 40 करोड़ श्रद��धालुओं के आने की संभावना है। महाकुंभ में बड़ी संख्या में साधु-संत संगम में स्नान करने के लिए मीलों दूर से पहुंच रहे…

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[lindamarak]

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