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World Cup Memories

Blurb | Diabetes & Love Series

Sunset On one of your first Nights in Australia you went to watch the sunset with the team. Your Mum was sitting next to Lucy on one side and Mary on the other, you were curled up in her lap sideways, facing Mary, as you played chopsticks with the Goal Keeper, yours and Mary’s favourite pastime in meetings, much to Sarina’s dismay. After a while you and Mary stopped playing, and you busied yourself playing with your Mum’s rings on her fingers, before you got tired. Your Mum noticed the rather cute yawn you let out and placed your puffer jacket over you as a blanket, it was the one item that they could not get in kid size, not that it mattered as you liked the big one and it was functional for many different things.

Training You always wore your training kit to training, with your mini nike airs and your white England cap. During training you were always with Sarina, she was adamant you would be with her through training, she had an England bum bag specially made, so she could have your supplies on her at all times. You held her hand as she walked around, sat down next to her legs when she was speaking to the girls or when she stood still for extended periods of time, and sometimes you would be seen in her arms, especially if you were low and you were drinking a juice. 

Games You had the same routine for game days, you walked around the pitches with your Mum for pitch inspections, sat in the med room whilst everyone was getting ready and there was chaos in the lockers, you always had one of two oversized puffers on. Both belonged to you and your Mum, however you enjoyed the comfort of her scent, so you always opted to wear the one she had been wearing in the days leading up to the match. It smelt like her and that made you happy. The night after games the team had a free night and you spent the night just you and your Mum watching a movie after dinner before falling asleep in her bed with her.

Zoo While some of the girls went whale watching you went to the Zoo, your Mum was slightly worried about you getting sea sick, and not liking the noise, so she decided against taking you whale watching. You got to pet and feed the kangaroos and even pat a koala, at the end of your Zoo trip Esme bought you a fluffy toy koala, and Lotte snuck you an ice cream (your Mum found out and it was safe to say your Mum was not happy, but as Lotte did everything right in terms of the carbs and giving you your insulin units she couldn’t be too mad). When you returned back you saw Mary who told you lots of stories about the whales and she had lots of pictures, she also brought you a stuffed whale as a gift because she felt sad you didn’t get to go.

Panini Stickers You had somehow managed to fill your Panini Sticker Book in the first three days at camp, but that might’ve been because the staff let you open all the sticker packets first. Before handing them to the girls participating, meaning you always got the first look. However you ever so kindly gifted your book to Steph as you knew she was collecting stickers, but apparently Macca and some of the city girls were doing it first before she did so she couldn’t finish her collection.

[wordsbymae]

WarTrophy! Reader x Warlord

With a post-apocalyptic twist. I was gonna do the usual medieval style thing for the warlord, but I got inspired by Mad Max: Thunder Dome (An amazing movie), to do post apocalyptic sorta thing. Any way hope you enjoy!

TW: Gn!reader, Verbal and somewhat physical SA, grubby and sleezy male characters. Reader is from a well looked after community, therefore when the Warlord and his raiders come to town, chaos erupts. Violence, murder, battle and raiding, reader given fem pet names but no gender described. In my mind this is canonically set in Australia, because I am Australian and also mad max is set in Australia and also post-apocalyptic fiction just makes sense when set in Australia. Also reader has nickname blue

They came in the night. No warning, no threat along the horizon. Just pure violence coming to reek havoc in the moonless night. You were awoken to the sounds of screaming, cries burning at your ears. Jumping to your feet you rushed to your window, over looking the community of survivors and refuges. Death was everywhere. The town was alight with flames, the warning siren howling over the sound of shrieks and bellows of fear. You stood in shock and incomprehension for a moment, the shacks, houses and huts were being ransacked by men dressed in camouflaged uniforms. Men and women who tried to defend their homes were being cut down where they stood, or dragged away by their hair. Children were left to fend for themselves, some crying amongst the flames, watching their parents being slaughtered. Loud banging broke you from the spell you were under, someone was trying to break down your door.

"Open up!" A man yelled, continuing to try to kick the scrap metal that made your door. It wouldn't take long, it was barely put together. A split second decision was made in your mind. You couldn't stay where you were, you couldn't even stop to make a plan, or grab anything of use. You had to run, and quickly. Still in your sleepwear, you raced through your house, opening your back down with a grunt, just as your front door was slammed open. You rushed into the back alley, stunned by the destruction laid waste upon your town. You turned your back on your friends, family, community and rushed into the darkness of the buildings, leaving your town to burn.

This town was never truly meant to be a town. Before the Collapse it had been a nothing more than a water treatment plant. In the days and weeks after the collapse, people began flocking to its promise of water. Somehow ever after the loss of electricity, the plant still held thousands of litres of water, making it a refuge for all those who survived the end of the world.

You had been one of the very first to arrive, you had been fortunate to arrive with your parents and a few members of your extended family. You and your family practically built this town, saved this community. There was a reason why people knew who you were, why they moved out of the way as you walked past. It was your family this town was named after, your blood that raised it from ash.

And yet here you were, hiding in the shadows. Running for your life. Granted, there wasn't much you could do. The town lived in peace for so long that only the town militia were tasked with defence. Over the years, bullets, and gunpowder, became in short supply, leaving the hunks of metal once called guns useless. Most were melted down to make melee weapons, are fashioned into more primitive form of muskets. In many ways your town turned back into the past to strive for a better future. Most things were run on steam or water powered. Limited supply of gunpowder was made using items traded with other surviving communities. People turned back to the ways of their fore parents, hunting and farming. Life was good. Until it wasn't.

You came to a sudden halt, quickly hiding behind wooden boxes against the wall. The masked, camouflaged men ran past, yelling orders to one another. You grimaced as you saw a selective few were armed with guns. Pre-collapse guns. Either they were just for show, or someone very smart and determined figured out how to make them work in a time such as these. Most, however, had musket-like weapons and machetes and knives. At least you knew if it came down to it, there was a chance that you just had to be quicker than your assailant rather than having to dodge a bullet to survive.

After they run past, you quickened towards the wooden wall that encircled your town. In some places it was reinforced with steel and rock, but it would take decades to finally make a proper defensive structure. As the child of the founding family, you knew exactly what you were looking for. Once, when the wall was still being erected, and nothing but a metal fence separated you and the raiders of the new world, you had found a hole in the fence. Big enough that you and your childhood friend had been able to sneak out of town into the great unknown. Even when they began to reinforce it with wood and steel, you made sure the hole was still uncoverable.

You landed on your knees in front of where you remembered the hole to be. Footsteps were hurrying towards you. Raiders, friends or terrified civilians, you did not know. You focused purely on pushing the scrap of metal from covering the hole, leaning down, you pushed with all your might the large rock you had shimmed into place last time you had snuck out. It had been years since you had down so, it was just before Red had left, there was no need to sneak out anymore if he wasn't there to follow. You crawled through the hole, end in sight. The hole feeling much smaller than it did as a child. You knew your family would make it out. They would have to, right? So would friends and comrades. They were smart. Like you. They knew when to abandon ship.

If there had been a warning then of course you would have stayed, till the very end. Your task for the community was Peacemaker, a diplomate of this new crazed world. You were quite good at it too. Negotiation and diplomacy your strongest skills. If they had given warning, maybe you could reason with them, maybe no one had to have died. But raiders that come in the dark of night, killing all they willed , were not the sort of combatant you stayed around to reason with. Your task was to live, to survive, then to come back and rebuild. Always rebuild, as your parents had done all those years ago.

The metal of the broken fence dug into your hips, bringing forth a hiss of pain from your lips. You pushed through the pain, cursing as the metal dug deeper and deeper. With one last gasp, you heaved your hips through the fence, feeling the metal rip at the fabric of your clothes. Just as you were about to get up, run straight for the safety of the wilderness, a harsh grip landed on your ankle. Before even a thought could pass through your mind. You were dragged back, with force, through the hole. You screamed and kicked. Hands digging into the ground, fingers and nails desperately trying to find a hold in the soft dirt. You were flipped over. A man leering down at you.

"Ain't you a pretty thing, aye?" he sneered, his mouth opening in a wicked smile, showcasing missing and yellowed teeth. You scrunched your face in disgust, both at the sight in front of you and his hand gripping tighter onto your ankle. You were about to use your free leg to give him a swift kick, but the sight of a large hunting knife in his hand made you pause. He followed your gaze to it.

"Aw don't worry love, I'm not gonna use this thing on you, long as ya don't make a fuss." His smile grew, showcasing more blacked and cracked teeth. His face was a red blotchy colour, sweat dripped from his forehead, his weak chin wobbled as he spoke. In the fire light you could see the red veins of his eyes.

You tested his grip on you, trying to catch him unaware. Instead it backfired, resulting in him sitting on top of you, letting your ankle go.

"You be good for me sweets and I'll try to be as gentle as I can yeah?" he chuckled, your blood running cold. This man wanted something from you and there was no reason in the world that would stop him. You cannot reason with an evil man. You began to shriek, preferring him to killing you now than to suffer the injustice of his touch.

"Nobodies coming to save ya darl', Best ya get used to being on your back for me, it's gonna be real familiar by the time I get tired of you. Make me cum enough and I might just keep you" he leaned down against you, tongue licking up along your cheek. You began to trash harder, screaming. Begging. Praying. For anything, for anyone to came save you. He laughed at your misery, lifting him self back up to undo his belt.

"You ready for me to make you my whor-" a gargle where words should follow. You watched in shock as a knife was plunged in the back of his skull. Blood splattered down on you, your mouth open wide in fear and relief. You scrambled back as the evil man fell forward. You backed up against the wall, you could feel the wind blowing through the hole, your escape route still open. You started to make a mad dash for the opening, not thinking or even able to process what had happened, only focusing on what might have happened, what that man was intent on doing.

In a sick sense of Deja vu, you were once ripped from the opening. You were a bundle of feet and hands punching and kicking in all directions, your voice was hoarse from screaming bloody murder. A strong set of arms pulled you against them, and you fought like hell to be free.

"It's alright blue, its alright" came a familiar and calming voice. Only one person called you that in favour of your real name. You opened your eyes, there he was. Alive, breathing and surrounded by masked, camouflaged men.

"Red?" you whispered, not daring to shatter this illusion that he was still alive, that he had found his way back to you. You must be going mad. That evil man must have killed you, or you died in the smoke and flames burning your town. You blinked, pinched yourself. Even reached a hand to touch his face.

"It's me blue" he smiled, a perfect, lovely smile. Just as you remembered.

The men behind him shifted, causing you to panic, you grabbed red's hand and tried to run. You weren't gonna lose him again.

Instead of running into the fray once more, you were pulled back to red's arms.

"Red! We have to go! They'll kill us, please!" You begged, eyes looking into his warm brown ones. He places his hands on your arms, essentially trapping you were you stood.

"Red?" you questioned, why wasn't he worried, why weren't the men descending on you both with knifes raised. What was going on?

The fires had begun to die down, the screaming and crying was replaced with whispers of fear and a few sobs cried into the night. The warning siren slowed down to a halt.

"Red?" you whispered, not a question but a plea.

'Please still be the boy I knew before'

He looked down into your eyes, a sigh making its way pasted his lips.

He turns to his men.

"Bring all the prisoners to the town centre, no one is to harm the survivors unless I deem so. That includes coercing or forcing yourselves onto anyone. Understand?" he orders. His men giving a quick nod and salute before turning into the dying lights of the fire.

"No" you exclaim.

No, no, no, no, no

You shake your head, tears threatening to fall.

"You are one of them?" you gasp. The boy you knew as a child, the boy you had come to love, the boy who disappeared into the night, on a night eerily similar to this, returned as a raider, a killer, a monster.

A gives you a slight smirk, hands gripping you tighter.

"I'm not just one of them blue, I command them, I rule them" he boasts. A wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Traitor" you hiss. "You fucking monster! You absolute fucking bastard!"

Your anger overwhelmed whatever love you still had for him. Curled fists began attacking him, aiming for the face, when that wasn't enough to quell your fury, you tried scratching out his eyes. A pain seared across your face, you became unbalanced and fell on the very man who had threatened you a mere minute ago. Red had slapped you, caused you pain. One might argue you deserved it, lashing out like that. Most would say that's fucking irrelevant since he caused the destruction and violent occupation of your town.

"C'mon blue, you really gonna act out? I was being so nice too. Saved you from this fucker didn't I? Could've just let him have you" he pouted, head tilting to watch you try standing back up, giving the man's body a small kick while doing so. You balked at the sight of the evil man, his eyes still unnerving, even more so that he is dead, the movement of Red's kick, gave you the sick impression he was still alive.

A dangerous idea spread into your mind. The hunting knife lay unclaimed next to you. Red was unarmed as far as you could tell. You clasped the knife in a hurry, but before being able to take a slash or even stand up, Red's boot came crushing down onto your wrist. You squealed in pain, releasing the knife in a instant. His free boot kicked the knife away.

"Is that anyway to welcome home an old mate?" he tsked, "I know its been a few years, but come on blue, really? This? Trying to take me out with a knife?"

"What the fuck Red" you gasped, boot still crushing your wrist. "What the hell is going on, raiding? Seriously? this town was your home! How could you turn on us like that. How-how could you turn on me?" Pain, both physical and emotional rushed through your voice, once more tears began to spring, from the pain or the torment of knowing that your best friend was responsible for the death of dozens in your community.

"C'mon Blue! It ain't personal. Just the business of surviving. You think it brings me joy to burn this place to the ground? I mean to be honest it kinda does, but you know that story. But we don't have time to talk about that, right now you and I have a speech to get to." he grins, dark and cold. No way this is the curly haired kid you knew as a child. Red back then could barely kick a toad than massacre innocent civilians.

You let out a sigh of relief as he removes his boot. Only to let out a yelp in surprise as you are thrown over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" you cry, wiggling and worming in his hold.

"Not yet love! Got places to see and people to humiliate" his deranged laugh filled the silent streets you called home.

Before you only were able to see the destruction from a window still, or when you were at the edges of the fight. But now, now you saw everything. You watched in sorrow as you passed the bakery, still blazing alone, as the houses and shakes next to it had been pulled down. The school had been ransacked, pages and books lining the street in silent array. Childs' drawings danced lifelessly across the ground in the breeze.

Without even seeing where he was taking you, you knew where you were going. The town centre. A magnificent fig tree, alone in its splendour made for quite the impressive centre piece of the town. Speeches, weddings, announcements, birthdays and funerals were all held under its comforting branches. It calmed you to still see it still standing. Leaves fell with a hush down from its branches, as if it was crying watching the town that loved it go up in smoke.

You could hear your townspeople's whispers of fear and confusion as the watched you be carried into line of sight. You could see most of the towns population was still alive. The small group of men who were spared were pushed to one side, guarded heavily, despite being made up of elders, young boys, and a few injured men. The cluster of women and children were larger. You could see your friends and family in both groups. All accounted for, thank goodness. You were placed onto the ground and given to two guards, both quickly clasping onto your arms like their lives depended on it. You were off to the side, as Red sauntered his way to front and centre. He always loved being the centre of attention.

"Good people! How's it going?" he exclaimed, arms open wide and a smile gracing his lips. You could see confusion, vague recognition and just plain hatred line people's faces. More importantly you saw your parents both looking at you in absolute despair. You gave them a short smile and a nod, taking a deep breath when they followed suit.

Red began to speak again.

"Some of you may remember me, other's may not. I was one of you once, another member of this pathetic, weak society. You have no strength, despite your numbers. No courage or skill in warfare. Just a load of farmers, tradesmen and women. If this was any other town I would slaughter you all" he grins as if he is discussing a lovely day spent at the beach. Whispers become murmurs. Murmurs become barely contained talks of a massacre, of your towns soon extinction. You began to take shallower, faster breaths.

"Alright, calm down everyone. Maybe we need to work on our listening skills, aye? Now, let's put on our listening caps everyone. I said if you were any other town. Lucky for you bastards I actually like you guys! I had a good run here. Made some lovely mates" a pointed look thrown in your direction. "And was pretty well looked after, well until, you know. So in honour of the good times I had here. I have a compromise for you all." He clasps his hands together, and teeters back and froth from his toes to his heels.

"My men and I have already killed a whole bunch of ya, so how bout we move on from that, aye? You guys are gonna have to boost your numbers after my little stunt, and who better than the very people who massacred your friends and family!" looks of bitter disgust flow across the crowd.

"Yikes, bit of a tough crowd yeah. Alright look, the fellas and I used to have a pretty good place. But the waters run dry and also we're getting up in years, and so we're looking for a place to settle down. To have people to settle down with. So yeah we killed a whole bunch of your men, but hey! We're here to replace that gap. Maybe even help you guys with the whole defence side of things. I mean were those soldier fellas of yours even trained? They were easier to kill than a dead roo!" he barks out a laugh, his men following suit.

'What the fuck is wrong with him' you thought. Clearly years in the bush led to insanity.

"Oh! Before I forget" he stares in your direction, slowly making his way over. You squirm under his gaze uncomfortably. "If you little shits try any sort of rebellion or some shit like that. I'll slit their pretty little throat."

In a moment he brings a knife close to your throat. You reach your chin up, desperate to remove the icy sensation away from you. You look at where his eyes are directed, straight towards your mother, then slowly transferred to your father. Without their approval, any hope of rebellion or uprising is dashed. You are the perfect hostage.

"Great! Glad we could have this chat. So go have a good ole' sleep. Got a whole day of cleaning up to do tomorrow!" he beams, pulling the knife away just as quickly as he produced it. He turns his back on the towns people, grabbing your arm from one of the guards. You are dragged past the fig tree towards the council hall, located within the old water treatment plant. It is then you see how truly outnumbered you were. Nearly over a hundred men, all masked and camouflaged, line the water treatment plant, even with the men who were killed, there was no way your town could have fought them off.

You pulled back from Red, trying to get him to release his grasp.

"What is it blue? Thought you'd be happier to see your childhood mate"

"Fuck you, you dog" you spit, anger clear as day.

Red halts, and turns to you.

"Don't make me hurt you again."

It wasn't what he said, more so than how he said it. He's eyes lost their humanity, his features fell into sudden darkness, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You were looking into the eyes of an evil man.

You gave a quick nod, hoping he would lose interest.

"Good!" he cheers, and goes back into dragging you up the steps to the plant.

"Ya know I've never had a war trophy before" he mumbles

"Pardon?" confusion across your face turning into disgust

"You, your a war trophy." he deadpans as if its the simplest thing in the world to understand.

"I'm not a trophy" you grumble

"Cause you are, pretty enough, and you really think I'm ever gonna let you outta my sight again Blue? I've been dreaming about this day for years."

You carefully gazed up at him, his grasp on you had begun to soften.

He notices your confusion, or want for an explanation at the very least.

"You really think I would attack this place for water? Or for my men's retirement plan? Nah, blue. I burnt this town down for you, and I'd do it ten times over if you just asked."

It is then you are reminded of the skinny, lanky boy you made friends with as a child. Your mother used to laugh and call him your dog, when your father said it, he said it with annoyance. It was true, Red followed you around like a pup, always doing what you wanted and when. You didn't like remembering the day he left, mainly cause he was practically run out of town. It just took a slip of your tongue, it was an accident after all. You were a child, and didn't realise that sometimes words were dangerous. You didn't realise how much Red took your words to heart, or how much he cared to.

' Red, sometimes I just wish...'

'What blue? Tell me, I'll make it true'

'Well I just wish he was dead!'

You knew Red was being perfectly honest when he said he would burn this town down if you asked. He had already tried before.

I don't know about the ending or if reader is really a war trophy but the words came and i just put them down.

[agendabymooner]

mastermind ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"i laid the groundwork, and then saw a wide smirk on your face."

summary: it was either sylvie ford was oblivious, or she actually knew that the result of her blind date was his doing and hadn't had the heart to express her admiration towards his effort. nevertheless, their first australian gp was successful in a way. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)

content warning: use of explicit language, actions of people who are "just friends" mentioned, max verstappen is a scheming bastard and i love him your honour

note: i didn't do anything today so here's an update :) check out my previous works! i don't have much reblogs so you can literally just scroll down the blog and binge read hehe. enjoy xx

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THE FAST LANE DAILY

SYLVIE FORD AND MAX VERSTAPPEN SPARK DATING RUMORS AS FORMULA ONE SEASON BEGINS IN AUSTRALIA, INTRODUCING MARINARA FORD-VERSTAPPEN

The 2017 Formula One season kicked off in Australia with a thrilling display of speed and skill on the track. However, it was not just the racing action that captured attention. Supermodel Sylvie Ford, Red Bull Racing's communication coordinator, made a striking entrance, accompanied by her adorable miniature schnauzer puppy, Marinara. Little did she know that this furry companion would become a catalyst for dating rumors involving her and Red Bull Racing driver Max Verstappen.

As Sylvie graciously signed autographs for eager fans, all eyes turned to her and Verstappen. In a surprising twist, Verstappen called out for Marinara, prompting Sylvie to clarify that the pup was "ours," hinting at a shared ownership between the two. This revelation immediately sparked speculation about a romantic relationship, despite their insistence that they are just friends.

Adding fuel to the fire, Sylvie and Verstappen currently reside together in England and share the responsibility of raising Marinara. The fact that they live under the same roof and have a puppy together has led many to believe that their connection runs deeper than friendship.

Their close bond was further highlighted when Sylvie recently featured in Architectural Digest's Open House, offering a glimpse into their shared English abode. The magazine feature showcased a harmonious blend of their personal belongings, indicating joint ownership and decision-making.

In an unexpected twist, Marinara, the adorable pup, has taken on a hyphenated surname, becoming Marinara Ford-Verstappen. This development has only intensified speculation about the true nature of Sylvie and Verstappen's relationship. While they continue to deny any romantic involvement, the addition of a shared surname for their beloved pet suggests a deeper commitment between the Formula One duo.

As the 2017 Formula One season unfolds, fans and media alike will closely monitor Sylvie Ford and Max Verstappen, both on and off the track, eagerly awaiting any further hints about the nature of their relationship. Whether they are just friends or something more, the undeniable chemistry and shared experiences between Sylvie, Verstappen, and their adorable pup Marinara Ford-Verstappen continue to captivate the imagination of Formula One enthusiasts worldwide.

AUSTRALIAN GP 2017

Arriving at the Albert Park Circuit for the first round of the season wasn’t an easy feat for everyone. The same could be said for dogs. 

If Sylvie was being honest, she didn’t know how Lewis had done it with Roscoe. Sylvie was equally as busy and she didn’t want to waste any time away from Marinara. 

Max had expressed the same opinion about the miniature schnauzer, practically begging Sylvie to take the puppy along on their work trips and leave the dog to him whenever she would be out for fashion weeks and photoshoot gigs. 

As much as Sylvie wanted to bite back, “Fat chances, Max Emilian” she thought that it was only fair they would do that. Why have a caretaker when they could just spend money on supplies they’d need to get for Marinara’s traveling needs? So they never left Marinara at Buckinghamshire — nor have they left her at Tilly's house or under their Maman’s care — and brought the little puppy along.

Sylvie was one of the most prominent figures of Red Bull that would continue to make her presence known in the paddock and the tracks for the rest of the year, and because of her fame and image in public — many F1 fans came to embrace her presence as Red Bull’s feisty communications coordinator and would often ask for her signature. Who was she to say no? 

Her walk towards the Red Bull area came to last longer than five minutes, signing and taking photos with fans who wanted to brag about meeting the supermodel on the rise. Some of them had even asked her about her plans with her schedule this year. She was answering the questions and in the process was signing a kid’s cap, the puppy tried to drag her away as Marinara whined. The dog wasn’t happy with being restrained by a leash. Too bad, Sylvie told herself, she had her leash and harness made with a navy fabric full of Red Bull logos all over it. She even had the “Verstappen 33” imprinted on the side, indicating that she was Max’s best girl others from Sylvie herself.

Turning away from the kid for a moment, Sylvie found Marinara’s tail wagging as her little voice barked and cried for the person she was looking at. People stared and Sylvie found her cheeks burning in shame.

“Come, Mari!” The Dutchman grinned at the puppy, his arms outstretched as he crouched down at the puppy's level - few feet away from Sylvie and Marinara as the puppy whined.

Sylvie didn’t like it when Max was around— Marinara favoured Max at times that all she could do as of this point was let go of the leash, watching as Marinara’s little legs ran towards Max. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed as Max picked up the schnauzer and began to praise the puppy, “Good girl, Marinara. Gooood girl~”

“Is that your puppy?” Sylvie turned back to the fans as she smiled at the question, the burning on her cheeks long gone as she nodded.

“Ours,” Sylvie rolled her eyes playfully, “I feel like she’s gonna become more like Max’s if he continues to steal her from me.” 

She didn’t notice how the word ours rolled off her tongue so smoothly and how perfectly it sounded to everyone who had been rooting for Max and Sylvie. But everyone heard it perfectly well, and they were all certain that the media would have a field day running this story.

Max had picked her up from the entrance and they both made their way to the Red Bull area, Max still holding Marinara in one hand as he beamed and chatted with his best friend about this morning. 

“Did she actually wake up at two?” Max’s eyes widened at the news, peering down at the puppy. 

“You have a bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night to do some random shit— she really takes after you, Max,” Sylvie shook her head. 

“You just said she woke up to go potty,” Max gasped at the insinuation that Sylvie made as she smirked. The Dutchman scowled, “I do not.” 

“Charles says otherwise—“

“Leclerc needs to stop telling you shit that didn’t happen,” Sylvie tried to bite back her laughter as Max ranted, “you and him are bad together, you know that?” 

“We made good rivals in the track for a reason, lad,” Sylvie’s hand made its way to Max as she patted his cheek, Max’s face turning red at the contact as she cluelessly grinned, “It’s always the rivals that share the same energy. Also— do you mind watching Nara tonight?” 

“What- why?” Max returned to his conscious state after hearing her request. She doesn’t go out after work and none of her sisters were here.

Sylvie shrugged mindlessly, “Russell George has a friend he wants me to meet after the race. Said he’s here watching the race but… I do not know, truthfully. The bloke probably just wants me to go on a blind date.”

Max’s face turned red once more. But not because he was flustered, but rather he was annoyed and confused by her statement. Something told him he was jealous though but it wasn’t as if he’d admit that. 

“Oh,” he muttered quietly, “I’ll watch her.” 

“Thanks,” Sylvie grinned, “I haven’t been on a date for a while now so hopefully the poor bloke understands that.” 

“He’d be stupid if he didn’t,” Max rolled his eyes, this time his attitude was directed at the faceless fool. “He’s here today, you said?” 

“Yeah, George said he’s at the Mercedes hospitality,” Sylvie said, indifference showed how little she cared or knew about the man, “I’m making a quick trip there later to introduce Lewis and the others to Mari. I couldn’t seem to care much about finding the guy— since we are working and all.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Max murmured, a smile threatening to spread on his lips as he felt like he won all over again. 

Max: Who are you setting Sylvie up with???

George: Why 😕

Max: What, can’t a guy just ask?

George: It’s one of our acquaintances who did karting once. Remember Jack Madison?

Max: Gotcha.

George: Please don’t do something stupid.

Max: You know it ;)

Max: Sylvie’s going on a blind date with some Jack Madison tonight after the race. I don’t know who he is and I’m pretty sure none of us does. He’s a guest in Mercedes. Just giving you a heads up. 

Toto: Okay, thank you Max.

Max swung the door open, shushing Marinara as the puppy barked at whoever was at the front door at eleven in the evening. Turning back to the person, his eyes widened a little at the sight of an exasperated Sylvie, the straps of her heels on her hand as she gave him an annoyed look.

“The fool wanted to see me more often,” Sylvie didn’t look too happy at the news and Max clearly wasn’t any better. The woman continued, “He said he should come by to the races— he wasn’t even that subtle about free paddock passes, Max. Can you believe that idiot?” 

“Oh yikes,” Max cringed, feeling a furry body walk past him as he watched Marinara get picked up by Sylvie. “Do you want to stay in my room?” 

“My room’s next door,” Sylvie told him with a frown, as if she was asking if he just said that loudly. 

“But Mari’s bed and things are already in here,” Max told her with his own challenging brows before he grabbed the heels off her hand and said, “it takes a lot of time to put them back and forth and the heels on your hand tells me you’ve been walking too much. So?” 

Sylvie peered over his shoulder, looking at the barely creased sheets of his double bed. Then she looked down at the dog bowls next to the kitchenette and the leash and collar resting at the couch. Yeah, she really didn’t want to clean that up now.

“I guess,” Sylvie sighed, walking past Max after he stepped aside. Max swiftly grabbed onto the strap of her purse before hanging it on the rack. Hearing the door shut close behind Max, she placed Marinara down on the floor and asked, “Do you have some clothes to spare?” 

“Yeah, I even brought your makeup remover- it's in the bathroom,” Max said as he reached for his suitcase, pulling out a jumper and some plaid pajama pants before tossing them towards Sylvie’s direction. “I got some spare toothbrush, if you need it.”

“You are god sent, Max Emilian,” Sylvie sighed in relief, giving him a half hug before she entered and locked herself in the bathroom.

Max chuckled at the comment, not even feeling his face burn as he turned back and exclaimed, “Tell me something I don’t know, Sylv!”

“I hate you!” She yelled back.

“I said something I don’t know, not something that’s a lie!” 

He wanted to pat himself in the back, feeling proud about telling Toto about her date tonight. Lewis had approached Max after the race to let him know that Toto had spoken to Jack Madison and as if he was testing the waters, had told the boy that Sylvie could get him any paddock passes should he ask for it— he just needed to persuade the woman.

Jack was quite foolish for believing the man. It was even more foolish of him to negotiate with her by saying that she’d most likely see him more if she gave him some passes. 

Sylvie wasn’t that desperate to be in a relationship, after all. So with her turning him down, Max could only smile at himself as he made his way back to his side of the bed. 

Meanwhile, behind the bathroom door stood Sylvie, smirking lightly. She only chuckled to herself, feeling a little better knowing that Max was behind all of those troubles that managed to get her out of the blind date fast. 

She just wouldn’t tell him that she knew. It was more amusing that way

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I finally got to finish another one, after some thought and changes. Meet Jasper Ward, my 7th year slytherin oc. I created him on the spot during my second play through of HL and i just went with the flow of building up his character.

Appearance

Jasper has messy raven black hair. He has brown eyes from his father. And he has pale skin, he is covered head to toe in freckles.

Background

Jasper Ward was the son of Samuel Ward and Zilla Ward, he was born and raised in Australia. His father was an Auror while his mother was a Journalist and Editor. Though from an unknown cause, Samual would fall ill and the family was forced to move to London were Samual would stay at St. Mungo. Jasper would be 2 when he saw his father pass away. 3 years went by before Zilla would find a new lover, Julian Lenor a wizard who worked as a Curse Breaker for the ministry. At first Jasp didn’t necessarily like his stepfather but as they grew to know each other, Jasper would like him the more he got older. Jasper would be 5 years old meeting his little sister Elanor Lenor. At the age of 10 he started calling Julian dad and not by his name. It was also the year he showed magical capabilities by trying to help Elanor not fall. He received his hogwarts letter a couple of days after his 11th birthday. When going to get his school supplies in diagon ally his mother wanted him to go pick out himself a pet. Thats when he fell in love with a tarantula which he named her Crystal. At his first year he was sorted into slytherin. While at hogwarts he discovered his love for art and beasts…specifically dragons or any dangerous beast. As he would make a lot of art works of dragons. By his 5th year his little sister Elanor would start her first year, being sorted into Gryffindor. Jasper didn’t necessarily care for which house she would be in just as long as she is safe. He wasn’t afraid of beating up some brats who pick on her. He would be in his 7th year when the New Fifth Year shows up, Elanor being in her 3rd year. Obviously with the goblin rebellion and dark witches and wizards Jasper was on edge, especially trying to look out for his house mates and sister.

I feel like he could be of help to MC as he has knack on how to deal with dangerous creatures. (And a possible plot point of him becoming a leader to a spider colony. As well as another plot point of him befriending a dragon.) Jasper knows Omins and they are on good terms as well as Sebastian though Jasper often times wanted to help Seb with his situation, but was afraid of making things worse for the 5th year.

Patronus

When i did the test i was not suprised? I mean the stag describes him perfectly honestly. Specifically the leadership and protection. His big brother energy just makes all the first years flock to him with questions and he happily steers them to the right direction. He looks out for everyone, especially Ominis and Sebastian.

Wand

Minus the Pure-Blood aspect, and a powerful linage, Jasper has dexterity and he respects himself as well as knowing his self worth. What caught my eye the most was that it can have a negative association. Jasper’s father passing away from an illness way to early in Jasp’s life. He doesn’t care about the pure blood thing. But this is apart of a good reason why he’s really good at charms and nonverbal magic.

Personality

• He is a social butterfly, he doesn’t mind being left alone though, it leaves him to his thoughts and art.

• He is very active, but more on the outdoorsy type. He doesn’t play quidditch but he loves taking walks and hikes. He just wants to enjoy the scenery.

• Sloppy, like I mean unkept spiky-ish hair. And everytime you see his uniform there is at least something wrong with it. Like his dress shirt isn’t even tucked in or he might’ve forgotten his belt. He just has a lot on his mind to were fashion is the last thing he’s thinking about.

• He is a nice person all the way, he supports students breaking the rules every now and then. He may be a 7th year but he aint no prefect, he can be just as mischievous at times. He will enforce the rules if he has to though, like bro you obviously shouldn’t be sneaking out past curfew, go to bed, you gonna lose house points. Other than that, dont try anything to his sister other wise he’ll have Crystal steal your things and make sure you have arachnophobia. Dont cross him unless you want bugs in your bed.

• He is brave, he has a pet spider the size of his hand, in which he trains. Crystal is the best girl ever, he plays with her like a yo-yo. Don’t worry, she enjoys it. He got detention once for bringing in a centipede. His nickname is Bug Boy through out the entire school.

• He is very playful but he can get serious fast! Say or do something wrong and he will get onto you. He can be a lenient person but don’t push it. If his sister is involved he will panic internally and will snap at people if they do anything to Elanor. He’s pretty chill though in general.

• He is agile but everyone falls every now and then. He slipped down a flight of stairs in the DADA tower once.

Overall

In conclusion, Jasper is inspired off of my older brother. They are both slytherins. As well as some personality traits. I really wanted Jasper to be a good example as a slytherin, a lot of people see them as troublemakers. Yeah Jasper got into trouble a couple of times but it was because of his curiosity. But i over all wanted him to be a fun natural leader who will protect his family,friends, and the innocent no matter what. Jasper was also a little inspired off of Newt Scamander, specifically with knowing how to deal with dangerous beasts and creatures.

In Game Screenshots

Jasper catching Seb red handed.

My Art

Ai Art

What i picture Jasper Ward to look like:

Attention!!! I only use Ai or Picrew to help me get a visual. Im shit with realism or legit human faces. Plus i can show you who im picturing! :)

Fyi marcgallagher32 describes Jasper’s time at hogwarts perfectly. Just in the 1800s though lmao

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micronations and their parent countries: a hetalia ramble

so i was thinking about this and couldn't find shit so here goes my headcanons

well it feels more like i'm stating facts but there's some headcanons in here and def since I haven't read the latest episodes properly. I'll probably make a proper headcanon list later

First off- i imagine them as like. What happens when a group of people get ambitious, and suddenly this personification pops up like some weird ritual. This post sums it up. I mostly agree with it.

anyways

Austria: from my parenting post: he's a lot better at ot it now, or maybe he just decided that trying tobdo anything to Kugel is just too much work. He's...definitely one of those parents with the slightly-feral child, and okay so he did try to profit off the kid but he does that with everything including his own famous composer, his own landmarks, and everything in between. Look, the kid's (usually) fed, has endless art supplies, and as long as he doesn't do anything too destructive Austria lets him be. Actually he and Sweden might be in kahoots, considering that time both Ladonia and Kugelmugel planned to do some construction work....(Veneziano is just a little jealous Kugel doens't have no-pasta punishments)

Speaking of Sweden: total pushover. Ladonia knows this. Sealand is learning this. If your eyes are big enough you WILL get the reward. But he's also best dad, such a dad, had a closet of dad stuff, we all know this he's a family man (Finland is the babysitter bestie that ends up at Sweden's half the time because the man lives in an IKEA and it's a little bit chaotic he won't lie) (I imagine they did quite a lot of renovation work to make the IKEA liveable, but that does beg the question: how many living rooms does Sweden have and can you imagine trying to leave Sweden's after a night of drinking- actually maybe that's why, Sweden was trying to do a social experiment on drunk Denmark-)

but anyways yeah, Finland lets Sweden deal with the children. His kids, his problem. It works, and anyways between them they already have Aland and all those other bits of their countries to deal with. Finland's got his hands full. Sweden's def the dad teaching you how to fix all the problems yourself though, Ladonia and Sealand def know how to unclog a toilet and change a sink pipe. Probably have the most human-like family experience, excluding NikoNiko. A sense of normalcy if you will.

America is more like the cool older cousin. He's already got 50 states and too many territories, why not add a few micronations? He and Canada treat the micros like the rest of their states minus the boring legislature stuff- their micronations can run wild, just don't cause problems, pay your taxes, and they can run themselves it's probably fiiiiine. I mean, look at Alaska and Hawaii! They're doing fine! Uh, don't look at Florida, or look at Quebec wrong. Though unlike the states and provinces, the gaggle of North America micronations tend to submit more to their ruling country considering 1. America and Canada are very very very strong and 2. Why try to fight for independence when you can chill out and have them do most of the work for you? Their states and provinces they reside in kinda just don't care too much, but Nevada and California are also Just Like That anyways, no comment on the Aerican Empire's colonization of Mars though. America and Canada keep some awareness of their micronations but unlike China and Japan, who have all their provinces with them in one house, it's spread over like....70 hours total....so for the NA bros, just an occassional check-in is usually fine to them. The micronations end up being a bit free-reign from this but America and Canada tend to be a little occupied being superpowers. America did get Molossia that weird pet of his as an apology a long time ago, and Canada sends maple flavored cookies to his micronations whenever he does a baking stream with America.

Australia: Probably the strictest of the parent countries, somehow. Cracks down on Hutt River's missed taxes, insists on the Wy Driveway Issue, etc. He's a wilderness hellscape trooper, alright? New Zealand is the cool uncle that's tired of playing parent so he lets everything be.

England looks at Sealand like his annoying little brother, or that little cousin you have to keep an eye on. He's plenty guilty for the whole war thing, but is usually too busy fighting France or America or restoring castles or dealing with royals to keep tabs on a child at the standard he'd prefer, so he lets Sweden handle Sealand most of the time. Sealand's first instinct is to bother England though, so that's that. It's actually kind of sweet, once you get past England's default mode being being pissed off by something and Sealand mouthing off on purpose to be The Problem (for attention). And England, despite his threats, will never leave Sealand out in the rain on his doorstep. To the point he's canonically sat through weird phone conversations. He's just...not ready to be essentially a parent again, after America and having to let go of Canada, Australia, India, New Zealand...... (he is also very scared of his family tree if he thinks about micronations)

Japan is an old man. He's a socially Awkward baby deer who's somehow in charge of all these prefectures and now he has to deal with NikoNiko poping up every so often???? Screw that! (He does give NikoNiko his personal number though. The kid might have a living family and micronation friends to hang with and the prefectures to bother, but Japan's still a believer in raising them right, and his door's open no matter how...odd....the circumstances are)

Seborga just hangs with the rest of Italy's former city-states. I headcanon that when Veneziano and Romano became the two prominant personifications for Italy, the others backed off like with Germany's older brothers uniting to form Germany, except the two already existed. Most of them disappeared, but a few stuck around and surrpsiingly because Seborga couldn't decide if he should be his own country or not he got to stick around too! Italy V doesn't mind and neither does Italy R, so Seborga finds himself quite relaxed with two older brothers, he's disappointed he doesn't get to grow up but he's probably the most "normal" of the micros and honestly? The Italies treat him like he's a state, so he's fine where he is in life. At least he gets to see his brotheres frequently enough

actually it was probably like he woke up to find out everyone was one country now, and was like "cool whatever i'll do the paperwork later", few asleep, and later on he was like "oh shoot" but Italy had unified and at some point Seborga kinda just accepted he was a micronation when his people went "yo" since he never actually signed anything and the Italies were like "lol thats funny yeah that's fine whatever". Oh gosh, does that make Seborga technically adoptively realted to Austria and by extension Germany and wait does that Make Kugel technically Seborga's cousin-

wait omg that one episode where Seborga asks Austria about Kugel.

welp that's enough for one day

idk thats it for now i need to catch up on the new guys.

[not-poignant]

hi pia! thanks so much for the dog answer, I had no idea about the situation in Australia. I also have pet related allergies, I'm sorry you deal with that, it sucks. All the best to you and Tobermory!

It's not so bad in the Eastern states because that's where the majority of the population is! :D There's only about 2.8~ million people in Western Australia, and we're closer to Bali, Indonesia, than we are to Sydney, which is on our own continent. We're just in a weird little isolated situation here, which has meant the massive proliferation of some breeds (my god, kelpies coming out of our ears), and a stifling of other breeds.

As always, oodle crosses are actually pretty popular, but they're so highly desired as pets that they almost never come up in rescues. I think right now demand is exceeding supply.

We were very concerned about avoiding backyard breeders for obvious reasons, so we made sure - with the trainer's help - that we could be vigilant about what to look out for. Being able to meet the mum & dad, other puppies, and also get a puppy based on temperament rather than appearance (we got the softest, most low-key puppy of the litter, which is what I wanted, it just means a bit of extra training for his shyness), and look up how many previous litters the mum has had helped a lot!

I'll post some photos here soon :D He's the reason I haven't started the next Palmarosa chapter yet! Once we get more of a routine I know I'll get back to writing, but right now we're still figuring a lot out. :D

(But yes, I love rescues! But I think I will always be someone who has rescue cats, and Maybe made this pretty challenging. Tbh it's still pretty challenging with her right now T.T I feel like I'm about to sell my soul to encourage her to eat more atm).

[teamdilf]

WIP tagging game for Science Experiments pretty please?

My latest DILF work that I've been poking away at this week!

“When my sprouts were little, they were tasked with taking care of an egg for several days. Something about ensuring they were ready for parenthood, as if making sure an egg didn’t break offers proper insight into the headache that is two screaming infants at four in the morning when work gets you up at six,” Alec says, and he’s not quite sure the point his friend is attempting to make. 

“I’m not mothering a fucking poultry egg or whatever the shit humans eat on this planet,” Wrex says. “Unless it’s one of those big damned ones that grows that bird that knows how to kick ass.” 

“Ostriches?” Alec supplies. 

“Nah, they’re fucking pushovers compared to this one. They live in that country where all the dangerous shit lives. The little one? Y’know, in the bottom corner?” 

“Yes, because round objects do tend to feature a wide array of corners,” Alec says sarcastically. “Or are you a flat Earther?” 

“Flat objects don’t have corners, do they?” Adrien says. 

“They do if they’re not fuckin’ round and, shit, I didn’t mean in a literal corner. I meant it’s in the middle of the damned ocean and full of bugs and snakes and those little cephalopods that look cute and tiny but sting the shit out of you!” 

“Oh! You’re talking about Australia. The birds are cassowaries,” Adrien says, and the lot of them turn to look at Adrien, who shrugs. “I saw them one time while we were here on vacation and the tour guide indicated that they were the most dangerous birds on the planet. You’ll be pleased to know I managed to resist making a quip about turians slipping under the radar.”

“No, cassowaries are a lot more dangerous. You can be reasoned with,” Wrex says. “But I’d raise one up. Perfect pet!” 

He’s keen to point out that generally animals that are capable of slaughtering a person do not make good pets but recognizes that, culturally, krogan tend to disagree with that notion.

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Animals injured in the Black Summer fires overwhelmed the ability of zoos to care for them.

(Photo supplied: Zoos Victoria)

The spotted tree frog is endangered in Victoria.

(Photo supplied: Zoos Victoria)

A koala is released back into the wild after rehabilitation.

(Photo supplied: Zoos Victoria)

Climate change is forcing massive changes to how Australia protects endangered animals and plants from extinction

An increase in bushfires, extreme heat and flooding thanks to climate change means Australia has to rethink its approach to saving threatened species from extinction, and how it manages landscapes.

By environment reporter Peter de Kruijff / ABC Science

ABC News - 13 March 2024

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Stacy Whitehorse quit her job as a train driver to rescue injured and orphaned animals.

(Photo: ABC Wimmera - Angus Mackintosh)

This tawny frogmouth owl was rescued by Stacy Whitehorse.

(Photo: ABC Wimmera - Angus Mackintosh)

Wildlife Victoria has seen a range of bird species fall victim to cruelty, including this young kookaburra recovering from gunshot wounds.

(Photo supplied: Wildlife Victoria)

Australian animals under record threat from climate, cars, illegal pet-keeping

Native species are being harmed in record numbers according to Victoria's wildlife rescue service.

Clipped wings, degloved paws and bullet wounds point to widespread abuse and illegal pet-keeping.

What's next? More extreme weather events and cars on the road paint a dire picture for animals' survival in years to come.

By Angus Mackintosh / ABC Wimmera

ABC News - 28 January 2024

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COMMUNITY WARNING - GRAPHIC CONTENT: The following ABC News article, ‘More wild animal cruelty cases reported as researcher warns of link to other violent crimes’, contains graphic descriptions of human cruelty and abuse crimes towards animals that some viewers may find distressing.

This x-ray shows a homemade arrow embedded in a wild duck.

(Photo supplied: Australia Zoo)

This Pacific duck was one of two shot by homemade arrows that the Australia Zoo Wildlife Hospital treated.

(Photo supplied: Australia Zoo)

Brushtail possum Bonnie had to have her eye removed due to an air rifle wound.

(Photo supplied: Australia Zoo)

Rachel Woodrow, pictured with her dog, says society needs to do more to protect wild animals.(Photo supplied: RSPCA)

More wild animal cruelty cases reported as researcher warns of link to other violent crimes

Veterinarians and animal advocates warn they are seeing more animal cruelty cases, after a series of distressing incidents in Queensland, including wild ducks being shot with homemade arrows.

A wildlife hospital vet says she is seeing more animal cruelty cases.

The RSPCA is calling for members of the public to report sightings of injured wild animals.

An animal pathologist says people who abuse animals can pose a risk to the wider community as there is an association with other forms of violent crimes.

By Ollie Wykeham, Janel Shorthouse, and Braedan Jason / ABC Sunshine Coast

ABC News - 27 September 2023

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I've been tagged by @highponeystoney Thanks friendo!

1. Are you named after anyone? My maternal grandfather. yep I have nothing wittier to say

2. When was the last time you cried? Hmm. Today. I watched some people watch Return of the King on youtube (because that is the way in which i have chosen to fritter away my precious little time on earth) and I cried when they cried when they realised Frodo was leaving for the undying lands. basically i will cry any time i see anyone else cry even if i don't know what they're crying about. why aren't my sentences auto-capitalising on my laptop? Must I do everything myself? I am not cool enough to have non-capitalised sentences.

3. Do you have kids? I'm just going to go ahead and copy paste @highponeystoney 's answer here. No. Nor I do I wish to have any. Never had any desire. *waves to all the busy-bodies who told me I'd change my mind when I'm older*

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? It depends who I'm with... there are plenty of people who just don't do sarcasm and I will pop it neatly aside for them. But I'm an Xennial and an Australian, it's kind of in my make-up. You didn’t survive teen-hood in the 90s without developing the skill of sarcasm. Also my sister used to call me Darlene (after the character in Roseanne) and I was obsessed with Daria. Make of that what you will.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Faces. General facial area. Mostly their chin or mouth because that's where I look so I can understand what they're saying

6. What's your eye color? Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrown

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends. I don't like jump scare horror movies, but I like to be scared. The best ones for me never show the horror and good ones of those are few and far between. I can take or leave a happy ending. I prefer a justified ending

8. Any special talents? I can play the nose flute

9. Where were you born? Melbourne baby! In Australia, not that Florida nonsense. So, just 20 minutes ago I was looking up airports and typed in MEL--you know, our airport code because we got it first because we are the best Melbourne--and Melbourne fucking Florida kept coming up first! Excuse moi! One: we are an actual state capital and two: just no. No offence to Florida Melburnians, love ya

10. What are your hobbies? *sigh* Reading, walking, crochet, doodling, playing drums, learning, painting, needle-felting, sewing, cross-stitch and aaaaaall the other things with all the supplies in all the drawers... i just like making stuff okay

11. Have any pets? My kitty cat. She cute

12. What sports do you/have you played? Sometimes I wish I still played something, or had someone to play tennis or something with. At school I played in the volleyball, (field) hockey, and soccer teams. Oh and I was a pretty good high-jumper too… until everyone else grew taller than me. In my own time I used to play tennis, played lawn bowls a few times, and sniffed around the local croquet club. And I've done a few short (5km) runs with so-called friends who made me run. Horrific. Hate running. Actually it was kinda fun running around the zoo...

13. How tall are you? I 163cm last time the doctor checked

14. Favorite subject in school? Art, English, Maths and Science

15. Dream job? Mate, if I haven't figured it out by now I never will. I don't know. The most motivated I am is doing things for other people (literally anything... false. almost anything) and faffing about making things look pretty. So something that combines those.

I was going to tag people... and I'm still too scared to tag people. Look, I am a socially anxious nightmare okay. Just, do the thing if you got down this far and you want to do the thing, yeah? And feel free to let me know if you like to be tagged to do these things, or tag me to say you did it if you like. Not that I get many but you know, if I do. I've lost track of what I'm saying. How did my battery drop down so fast? I gotta get a snack.

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High-Quality Vendors and Seamless Delivery

At Smoke Souq or called as Vape Dubai, we partner with reputable vendors from around the world to ensure that we only offer top-quality products. Our multi-vendor system allows for a diverse product selection, giving customers the best options from trusted sources.

For our customers in the UAE, we offer convenient doorstep delivery for all vaping products, including Vape and Eliquids. Whether you’re looking for the latest Disposable vape or classic Fakher Shisha flavors, you can trust Smoke Souq to provide a seamless shopping and delivery experience. For general products, we extend free international delivery, making it easy for customers across the globe to access our high-quality offerings.

Become a Vendor on Smoke Souq

Are you a reputable vendor looking to reach a wider audience? Smoke Souq provides an excellent platform for sellers to connect with customers seeking high-quality vaping and general products. As our marketplace grows, so does our vendor base, and we are always looking for trusted partners to join us on this journey. If you’re interested in partnering with Vape UAE and becoming a seller, we’d love to hear from you. Contact us at info@smokesouq.ae for more information on how to get started.

Conclusion

With its diverse product offerings, commitment to quality, and plans for international expansion, http://smokesouq.com is more than just a marketplace for vape and Shisha products. We are a comprehensive platform that caters to a wide range of customer needs, from smoking alternatives to household essentials. As we continue to grow and expand into new markets, we invite you to experience the convenience and quality that Smoke Souq has to offer.