#sylvie & daniel.

[lounesdarbois]

"Article intéressant mais je vous promets que nombre de nationalistes français métissés ne trouvent pas vos propos de nationalisme racial pan-européen, poivré dans quelques articles ici et là, drôle. Ce sont des gens qui se savent trahi. C’est la trahison qui leur incite le plus et quand ils voient qu’après avoir été trahi par les réseaux vétérotestamentaires cosmopolites à la Kalergi, puis par la nouvelle gauche, puis par des influenceurs du nationalisme auparavant français mais finalement racialiste pan-européen, ce seront ces derniers qui se prendront des bombes, innovatrices, mais nuisibles et violentes, des nationalistes français trahis. L’élément est dorénavant planté. Les bombes et autres armes de vengeance commencent déjà à se faire contempler. Ca va finir très mal."

Cher "anonyme".

Le ton de demi-menace et les termes "inciter", "bombes", "armes de vengeance" rendent votre démarche curieuse. Cette équivoque est le privilège des anonymes et la pente naturelle des lettres anonymes.

Est-ce que vous suivez mon parcours? E&R est composé pour 1/3 de banlieusards et métis patriotes comme moi. Depuis 15 ans j'espère en l'avènement d'une classe "racailles patriotes" pour simplifier, comme le furent autrefois corsaires et flibustiers sur les mers pour le compte du Roi. Hommes durs, fraternels, collectifs, et par-dessus tout LOYAUX envers le pays. Ni ratonneurs ni racailles. Loyauté envers le pays c'est loyauté envers les lignées patrilinéaires des hommes de la souche du pays, qui nous ont précédé, qui ont façonné le pays, qui en ont fait ce merveilleux potentiel, cette table toute prête à laquelle nous venons nous asseoir. Les Desouche ont la préséance dans un ordonnancement national. C'est normal. Nul ne récuse la préséance des Desouche en Italie, Tunisie, Thaïlande etc. Voyez comme la Tunisie a expulsé sa 1ère invasion de migrants en 2023! Patriotisme = loyauté = gratitude. Tout le reste est idéologie, névrose, manipulation.

Je viens de Grenoble ultra-gauchiste bordéleux corrompu, j'y ai appris la vie. Je ne suis pas un Français de souche et rallie la France car je n'ai qu'elle, cela par gratitude, par souvenir de tout ce qu'elle m'a donné de Charité, de Beauté, de grandeur et j'aimerais que nos "nationalistes français métissés" dont je fais partie, s'occupent, dans un contexte de racisme anti-Blanc banalisé, de modérer les invectives de certains "métis" attentistes. Les diatribes des Noah, Booba sont des appels à la destruction par métissage et agression et sont i-nac-cep-tables. Le discours de haine de soi de certains bobos Blancs comme Sylvie Laurent, Molard etc doit être critiqué par les Blancs ET les métis unis. "L'humoriste en paix", je ne l'aime pas. Dans les moments cruciaux il a toujours pris la voie facile. L'affaire Obono… Assez de ce "métissage" qui ne tolère les Blancs de France que comme corvéables, métissables dociles réceptacles.

Cher "anonyme" seuls des métis patriotes loyaux (comme vous et moi), sont opportuns pour contredire durement de tels propos. Quand des Blancs le font, le mot magique "raciste" met fin au débat. Nous les métis devront faire face à une autre mise en danger qui sont les références à la "harka" et au "bountisme", j'y reviendrai en détail c'est important.

Je ne suis pas moi un de ces types qui chie sur les Blancs ou au contraire qui appelle à la violence contre tel ou tel autre en restant en retrait.

Nous sommes Français par la bonté des Français qui ne le savent même pas et se croient coupables de tous les maux. Il faut répondre au bien par le bien. Nous ne devons AUCUNE LOYAUTÉ à des partis communautaires quels qu'ils soient: ni chinois du 13e ni LFI ni likoudnik ni antillais ni espagnol ni franmac ni rien de tout ça. Ils n'ont rien fait pour nous, ils sont incapables par eux-mêmes de produire, de servir, d'ordonner, d'apaiser. Quand il y arrivent c'est par la souche française pré-existante. Ils ne sont pas la vraie substance qui souffre, qui paie, qui porte le pays. Par exemple qui en France produit la nourriture ? Les 1% d'agriculteurs blancs persécutés, suicidés de désespoir sans personne pour les aider, accablés de moqueries, d'impôts et d'ingratitude alors qu'ils sont les plus utiles, les plus bosseurs, les moins payés, et pourtant les plus directement issus des plus anciennes lignées populaires françaises.

J'aime Bassem. Et des gars, des bons gars, maghrébins bac+5 m'ont dit "Mais pourquoi tu le relaies c'est une caillera il nous enfonce". Ce n'est pas ainsi qu'il convient de regarder les choses leur ai-je dit. Il faut pour le pays des bac+5 spécialisés et précis oui mais aussi des patriotes de rue, ouvriers, avec émotion directe. J'espère que Bassem fasse un jour de la politique car c'est sa vocation profonde: passer de blogueur "leader d'opinion" à "Grand frère des Français patriotes et traditionnels d'origine immigrée". Mais je prends mes distances quand soudain malgré 10 ans de d'expérience il dit soudain à un gars assez connu "sale gw** de merde". La voie facile du racisme anti-Blanc dans un contexte d'invasion massive constitue une aggravation du déséquilibre. Je suis pour l'équilibre, l'ordre, la tranquillité de l'ordre qui est la définition même de la Paix. Quand on est immigré, écraser les Français de souche conduit par Justice Immanente à se faire ensuite écraser par d'autres immigrés plus récents, ça se vérifie à chaque génération depuis les premiers Italiens de 1960. Aimer les Français de souche rendra la paix au pays et à tous les hommes dans le pays. Les Français de souche doivent sortir de la haine de soi vendue par la Canaille au pouvoir. Et les non-Blancs comme vous et moi doivent aider ces Blancs à s'aimer eux-mêmes. Et nous le faisons non servilement dans un esprit mondain mais pour le pays, pour la "chose en soi" comme disait Kant.

À bien y réfléchir je vous remercie de votre message et des menaces voilées qui s'y trouvent car je dois dévoiler un manifeste qui s'appelle "Vous avez dit bounty?" que j'ai en réserve depuis longtemps et vous m'en rappelez l'urgence.

Cordialement,

Lounès Darbois

[alotofpockets]

3.5K Celebration: Requests Closed!

Wow another milestone added to the books. Thank you so much for your ever continuing love and support, it means the absolute world to me!💗 

To celebrate this number, I would love to write your requests :) As always please read my request info before requesting!

I will leave a prompt list below the cut for inspiration but also feel free to send me your own requests! I'll be writing for the following people:

MARVEL

Yelena Belova | Natasha Romanoff | Wanda Maximoff | Kate Bishop | Florence Pugh | Elizabeth Olsen

WOSO

Jackie Groenen | Daniëlle van de Donk | Katie McCabe | Leah Williamson | Alessia Russo

CHICAGO FIRE

Leslie Shay | Sylvie Brett

RENEE RAPP

Reneé Rapp | Leighton Murray

Prompt list below the cut

"I'll drive you home."

"Take my jacket."

"Are you bleeding?"

"You've always felt like home."

"Maybe things would've been different in another life."

"I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me."

"You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"I'm at the hospital."

"Is that a hickey?"

"I didn't know where else to go."

"It was you the whole time?"

"We need to talk about what happened last night."

"You do realize that we're locked in right?"

"You remembered?"

"I want you, and only you."

"It's nothing, just a scratch."

"You're great with kids."

"There is enough room for the both of us."

"We're just friends." - "Are you joking? They look at you like you are their whole world."

"They found out we are dating because my lockscreen is a picture of you."

"Please don't hang up."

"Your flirting is so bad it's adorable."

"I thought you said you wouldn't fall in love?"

"I come here whenever a need a quiet place to think."

"My keys are in my back pocket. Can you get them for me?"

"They just invited us to be the third and forth wheel."

"The weather is getting worse. Why don't you stay the night?"

"Your handwriting is recognizable, you know that right?"

"You're wearing my shirt/jersey."

"You love me?"

"Can we go home?

"Twins? We're having twins?"

"I saved you a seat."

"What if I don't know how to be a good parent?"

"That guy at the bar keeps staring at you."

"If there is nothing going on between you two, you don't mind if I ask them on a date, do you?"

"I think I'm gonna feel that tomorrow."

"Here, let me help."

"I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

"I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles."

This prompt lists consists of prompts found on Pinterest and ones I wrote myself. All credits for the Pinterest ones go to the original writers.

[kim-ruzek]

Just some tough questions:

Matt Casey or Sylvie Brett?

Stella Kidd or Kelly Severide?

Kim Burgess or Adam Ruzek?

Kevin or Trudy?

Mouch or Hermann?

Violet or Ritter?

April or Ethan?

Will or Connor?

Maggie or Dr Charles?

Sharon or Boden?

Hailey or Jay?

Gallo or Carver?

You weren't kidding when you said tough questions, these were SO SO hard. But here:

Matt Casey or Sylvie Brett - I adore Matt, I really do, and JS is one of my favourite CF actors, but Sylvie... just basically all of her scenes, I love and enjoy her so much.

Stella Kidd or Kelly Severide - oh this was SO SO hard, it was one of the most agonizing of them, but in the end I just had to chose Stella. I adore and love Kelly, but man, sometimes he really annoys me (especially earlier seasons - the time between Shay era and Stella era, that in particular).

Kim Burgess or Adam Ruzek - now THIS was my hardest choice. I love these two so much, I think I love others, and I do, but whenever I see either of them I get all heart eyed I swear, I love them. But inevitably, Kim is my girl.

Kevin or Trudy - you are truly, truly cruel having to make me choose between these two. I kept going back and forth with my answer here, but I finally landed on Kevin. He's my king, and Trudy is my sarcastic queen but Kev needs alllll the love.

Mouch or Herrmann - no offense to Herrmann, because I do love him, but Mouch is so iconic and I love him so dearly.

Violet or Ritter - THIS WAS SO CRUEL. I bloody adore Violet, and she's so pretty but Ritter, man. Ritter is my guy. I've been rewatching fire and oh my, I've fallen in love with him even more all over again. But in the end, I went with Violet, but only just. Honestly, this one I was the closest with just fucking it and calling it a tie.

April or Ethan - Ethan. I love these two the most when together vs individually (even though I am fond of both individually) but Ethan just has my heart more than April does.

Will or Connor - Connor is one of my most favourite characters ever. If you put him against most of med's cast, I'd choose him every time.

Maggie or Dr Charles - I stopped loving him as much after a few seasons, but I did really enjoy him (especially at the start) with Sarah. Maggie I do like, but she's not one of my faves and I honestly could take her or leave her.

Sharon or Boden - Boden, any day and every day. I love him so so much, and out of all the OC leaders, he's the one I'd most want to work under.

Hailey or Jay - I have a love/hate relationship with the both of them, but I've loved a lot more of Jay scenes then Hailey's.

Gallo or Carver - Gallo! Gallo is my boy. I do like Carver, but I don't 'love' him - I was sad at Gallo leaving, but if Carver left, I wouldn't be as sad.

Thank you for asking!! Sorry it took a while to get to, this was a really fun ask that I wanted to make sure I had enough time and energy to properly dedicate to it!!

[gabstamatic]

tender:

Sylvie’s Love // Eugene Ashe

Moonlight // Barry Jenkins

Mississippi Masala // Mira Nair

Queen & Slim // Lena Waithe

Lover’s Rock // Steve McQueen

[grande-caps]

Chicago Fire 11.14 - 11.22

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[mescalpascal]

◣ TAG GAME ◥

Four characters that make you go "my man, my man, my man"

Thanks, @sigelfire! (I'm gonna include two of my girls. Because no one said I can't.)

npt: @ladamedusoif @quarantineddreamer @buckybarnesss @frostbitepandaaaaa @whoaitspascal87 @gaygingersnaps @nerdieforpedro @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

[pbjelly90art]

Spaceverse Faer sketch dump, part 4!

Here's truly a sketch dump of mostly recent (and a few older) pencil sketches over the last couple of years featuring Faer related characters (coloring is in progress for a few of these, will update gradually.) I hit the Tumblr daily image upload limit trying to put together this one, so I'll have to come back and edit this one another day soon to add some more lol. xD

EDIT: Okay, got them uploaded! In order, we have: some Eirwen sketches, Eirwen with his kids, Titus, Kiran the dragon, Jagun ice skating, Titus and Eirwen ice skating (Yuri on Ice inspo!), Ijsbrand, Andras, young Philippe with his mama Marci, a What If scenario with Philippe and Dimitri meeting as kids on Muir, young Danny with his parents Esther and Rhys, Argo with young Arlen, Rosie with her brother Pyper, Aedus with young Arlen, Elias, Eirwen, Philippe with Dimitri in the present day, Sylvie (this sketch needs more work, not happy with her face even if it's cute, could have resembled her mom more), young Sylvie with her mom Alysanne, Rhys and Danny, Adam (not a Faer character really but he's on this page, and hey some of his relatives moved to Faer lol), Caelius, Tarsus with Sylvie, Pyper (older sketch that predates this RP but I still like it), Damla, Pyper and Arlen hanging out, young Arlen, and finally, an older sketch of Danny (predates this RP) but that shows him mourning his parents.

[intellectures]

Jung, bunt, überraschend

Die Longlist zum Deutschen Buchpreis kann sich sehen lassen. Neben den Romanen einiger erwartbarer Kandidat:innen enthält sie überraschende Titel, die bislang noch nicht entdeckt wurden. Ein prominenter Name taucht überraschend nicht auf.

Die Longlist zum Deutschen Buchpreis kann sich sehen lassen. Neben den Romanen einiger erwartbarer Kandidat:innen enthält sie überraschende Titel, die bislang noch nicht entdeckt wurden. Ein prominenter Name taucht überraschend nicht auf. Jeweils exakt die Hälfte der nominierten Romane sind aus den Frühjahrs- und den Herbstprogrammen. Continue reading Untitled

[agendabymooner]

closure ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

“it wasn't right—the way it all went down. looks like you know that now.”

summary: sylvie just wanted to prove that she was good enough for the red bull racing team, but everything that had to do with her history with max seemed to get in the way of her determination— and she made sure that he knew that.

content warning: panic attack (and its triggers), use of explicit language, mentions of absent father figure, j*s verst*ppen 🤢, christian horner, frenemies to lovers (ish), confrontational text messages (max and sylvie), max being oblivious to her mental state, mentions of max’s childhood (not detailed)

note: as someone who struggled to find peace at certain situations, I know what it’s like to struggle in asking for help. please remember that there are people that are more than willing to give you the support that you need.

(i may not be able to update any of the smau works for the next two weeks as i am out of town and i only have my ipad with me. i normally do the layouts on my computer. i’ll try my best!)

enjoy xx

masterlist

2016 Spanish GP

If fate worked like this all the time, she might as well jump off the cliff if any of her peers asked for it.

She had been pulled out of her lectures for the week only for her to sit and watch how the racing teams operated. She could only roll her eyes when Christian Horner recommended she should have her presence be known in the paddock and the track as she prepared to work in an F1 team.

Sylvie already knew how everything worked; she was going to be a driver, for fuck’s sake. She had been trained for it. She grew up attending the race weekends because of her father and grandparents. She knew everything now. Hell, she even had Toto Wolff for an in-law (practically). He could just rerun everything to her if she needed to remember.

Christian Horner clearly had a different intention towards her visit. He claimed that she needed to relive the experiences in the garage, the media pit and the hospitality. But she knew the truth.

She had a rapport, her history in the academy was obviously discussed to Christian at some point. How Christian never mentioned anything about her departure from the program to her sister, who now held parts of Red Bull and the other two teams, she never had an answer for. It wasn’t a secret to most. At least to those who were there the day she left.

Tilly was in the Mercedes area, leaving her little sister in the Red Bull hospitality as she listened to nothing. She felt so alone and isolated, her urge to go to Mercedes was overwhelming. But it wasn’t as if she could; Christian had already told her off about her role and position in the company.

It didn’t help that Max Verstappen, donning his number 33 shirt, was in the same building. He was quite adamant on keeping her company but she constantly avoided him, slipping out of his sight as soon as his eyes settled on her.

She found excuses, most of which had something to do with Daniel Ricciardo. The Australian hadn’t minded though, knowing that she felt uncomfortable being around other people especially around Max. Daniel never minded her excuses, instead making up a lie that’s believable to others. Just so she could escape.

Max’s family was there that weekend. Obviously, she knew his mother and Victoria, his sister. Max and Sylvie, the two 18 year olds, were practically soul twins. Born on the same day, grew up together, and had been attached to the hips since the day they could crawl— they were friends, no one just knew what had happened. His mother had always asked Sylvie’s mum about her and how she’d managed to let her friendship with Max dissipate like that. Victoria missed having Sylvie over for tea whenever she visited the Netherlands, asking Max about what he had done to let Sylvie go like that.

Jos Verstappen was a different story. He never liked Sylvie, only holding a certain amount of respect for Julius Hearth and Blanche Ford Hearth. He always wanted Max to be successful at motorsport and this meant that nobody could be as equally good as his son. Not especially when Max’s ability matched Sylvie’s. He always claimed that hanging out with “that girl” will simply distract Max.

Even if he nodded at his father’s direction, Max continued to be friends with Sylvie, spending more time together whenever she and her family would fly and meet with his family.

At the ripe age of 12, Max admitted to her that she’s the closest thing that he had to an imaginary friend. Like he was forced to grow up before he could even walk. She was the one who would pull up the PlayStation whenever he failed to please his father for the tournament of that time. Jos never liked her, but he didn’t know exactly what could’ve made him dislike her. Sylvie didn’t like him, either, because she couldn’t believe that she was the one who’d have to give Max the childhood that he deserved. There are times when she wished she could simply spew out the foulest words and lump him with her own father. Well… she had already considered him a shitty father, and there’s no changing of opinion now.

So for Sylvie to see Jos in the paddock, basically keeping his eye on his son like a pestering hawk? Yeah, she turned away from their direction.

Then another group of people came, the same arrogant smile all over their faces. They taunted her.

She could remember her last week at the academy, when she had enough. These boys questioned her abilities on the track as soon as she started, trying to get her to quit as soon as she could. She didn’t care about them, because whenever they’d race she remained on the top of their level. They hated her because of it. Then on her last day, she was left to be called a name that didn’t even fit her…

“Snake Sylvie!” Matt Bauer was what she called Max’s bitch. He never liked Sylvie and had always wanted to be in Max’s family’s good graces. Alongside him were Max’s two other friends. These three were the same incompetent fucks who never ended in Formula 2. Thus, ending their racing careers early. They were doing fuck knows what these days. Which was quite hilarious, if you were to ask Sylvie, because they were the ones who kept telling Max to “Keep working” or “toughen up and get the first place.”

She couldn’t remember their names when she met them again that weekend, her eyes were already blurry from the tears as she shoved her way through them. “Where are you going?! We’re just going to catch up, babe!”

She didn’t even stop, her feet speeding up as she attempted to wipe her tears away. Her lips let out a stutter of excuse me as she pushed her way into where the Mercedes garage was.

Second free practice didn’t start anytime soon and Sylvie was thankful for that. It, however, never stopped the camera by the engineering station from capturing the sounds of a sobbing girl and an image of her nearly soaked Red Bull shirt as she ran inside. Had she been stronger than this, she wouldn’t have ran to Toto.

As if he knew someone was coming his way, Toto Wolff immediately took his headphones off and turned. His face etched with worry as Sylvie wrapped her arms around his broad figure. She was hysterically sobbing and shaking, her tears almost soaking his white shirt as she kept her head tucked in his chest.

“Can we stop the camera? There’s an obvious situation going on in here and we need a moment,” Sylvie couldn’t hear his voice as it was something more of a rumbling noise. Meanwhile Toto’s stern expression made the cameraman do as he was told. “Hey, schwester, are you okay?”

She was relentless, sobbing as she kept her head down and her arms tightly wrapped around him. She couldn’t speak. Not breathe for that matter. It felt like the last day of the academy all over again. Having no voice felt like she was just as defenseless once more.

“Sylvie, do you want me to take you to your hospitality?” Her bloodshot red eyes, still tearing up, stared into his dark ones as her lips quivered and her head shook left and right. “Do you want your sister?”

Toto knew that the Mercedes hospitality was nearer to the Red Bull area than the Mercedes garage. So for her to go this far just for comfort… something told him that she didn’t want to stress out the pregnant woman and that she needed more than her sister.

He pursed his lips, feeling helpless as he kept an arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the garage. He nodded at his engineers as if he was letting them know about leaving for a moment.

He did his best at comforting her. Rubbed her back, shushing her quietly and gently leading her to the hospitality. People outdoors had gotten a glimpse of her situation and began to speculate, which forced her to hide her face once more as Toto glared at them.

“Come on, schatzi,” inside nobody had batted an eye on her. And instead of speculating, certain people merely looked at the two with concern. What the hell happened, they probably asked themselves.

She was too busy crying and hiding her face away that she hadn’t realized Tilly was already approaching the two. Sylvie didn’t look up until she heard, “What happened, bello?”

“She came to the garage,” Toto said quietly, looking down at his in-law with concern as he said, “she couldn’t say anything because she’s having a hard time breathing.”

“Oh, lovie,” Tilly whispered empathetically, her delicate figure reaching out to hug her little sister, “I’m sorry to hear that. Come, let’s sit down, yes?”

Sylvie could barely think throughout the process of moving from one place to another. They reached the Mercedes motorhome and found themselves in a private room, Sylvie’s lips were swollen and her tear-stained cheeks were red.

She wasn’t even aware that Toto left until his tall figure returned with two bottles of water in his hands. He simply placed it down on the empty table and exchanged looks with his girlfriend. They couldn’t even find a way to help her out of this.

“Listen, Sylvie,” the girl’s sobbing subsided for a moment as Toto said, “I will come back. Okay? I will check and make sure that you’re alright, but I have to go.”

“Yes, go,” Tilly nodded at him, “I’ll be here. Thank you for taking her to me, mon amour.”

“Alright, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Toto murmured as he leaned down and pecked Tilly’s lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Tilly smiled ruefully, her eyes trained on her little sister as Toto moved to stand and hug Sylvie. Sylvie could only hug his waist, not wanting to let go but had done so anyway.

“Take some time to breathe, lovie,” Toto said for the last time before he left hesitantly.

Nobody but the two were inside the motorhome, thankfully. Sylvie would be so embarrassed to cry in front of other people— as she had done so ten minutes ago. The silence was interrupted by Sylvie’s sobbing. Tilly couldn’t help but wrap her arm around Sylvie’s shoulders, trying to occupy as much space as a pregnant woman could. God, this was the only thing that she didn’t like about her pregnancy. She wasn’t able to comfort her sisters or anyone as much as she’d like to do.

The model couldn’t even think or try to let out a single word, only crying in her sister’s arms as she listened to her shushing. It didn’t take long until the tears dried up. Her energy drained from crying too much over some fuckers who couldn’t even make it to the podium. Them, and that one person would be able to do that on Sunday.

With exhaustion washing over her, her sniffles turned into something more silent as she shut her eyes. It didn’t take long for Tilly to notice this as she stood up, giving more space to the girl on the couch. “Get some rest, lovie,” Tilly said quietly, brushing Sylvie’s hair away as the girl drifted off to sleep.

She really didn’t like being here in Spain.

—

Argument just outside the motorhome was what had woken her up. It was normal to have frustrated drivers or team principals throw a bitch fit, but hearing an argument was a different story.

Her eyes stung from opening after her post-crying nap, her feet meeting the floor as she popped the lid of the bottle open, her parched body taking in the water that she swallowed.

She liked eavesdropping, she really did. She liked to provide her own input even if it’s not needed— she was nosey and everyone knew that. But what she had gone through just about an hour or so ago made her lose the energy and motivation to be her usual self.

It didn’t stop her from walking closer to the door and listening in to whatever argument was going on.

“She’s here to observe and work, she’s not here to spectate,” that was Christian Horner.

“But she’s not feeling well, Christian, she has to rest,” now that’s her favourite in-law. Not really in-law.

“Look, I get that you’re looking out for her but you have to understand,” Christian hissed, “she’ll be signing with Red Bull as soon as she graduates. I cannot have her working with the team if you’re constantly mollycoddling her just because you’re the closest that she has to a father figure. This is a professional work setting, Toto, and she needs to be disciplined to be a part of it.”

“Disciplined, in what way?” The sternness on Toto’s voice could kill, unless you’re just as stupid as Christian as Sylvie heard a scoff coming out of the Red Bull team principal’s mouth.

“Everybody’s going through tough times,” Christian said, “so what? Most of us are moving along anyways. Don’t treat her like a child and make exemptions. She’s never going to learn how to toughen up from it.”

“Hey!” Another voice rung out as the door opened slightly, making her step back as she heard an exclamation of, “That girl was distressed after she left your area— the place where she’s supposed to feel comfortable working in. It’s not her responsibility to bear the problems that are clearly happening within the area of your control, so don’t you tell us how to accommodate if you can barely take care of it. Alright?”

“Fuckin’ prick,” the door slammed shut as Sylvie’s figure remained frozen, her eyes watching as they met Lewis’ dark ones. He smiled gently and asked, “Hey. Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?”

She didn’t respond for a moment after she heard Toto say, “Just give it a rest. She’ll work on what she has to do, just let it go for now. Speak to Tilly, if you would like.”

“Don’t worry about them,” Lewis pulled her back to the couch and sat with her. He leaned back as he joked, “Lovers’ quarrel is what’s going on between the two.”

She chuckled quietly, unable to keep her facade. The laughter fell eventually as she muttered, “I didn’t mean to create such a scene. I’m sorry.”

“What? Hey, girl, no,” Lewis felt his heart break at her words as he reached and rubbed her shoulder for comfort. “Don’t be sorry for snapping. It’s brave of you to keep it together in the first place.”

“I really didn’t mean to make a big deal out of it,” her voice cracked as she tried not to cry. Thinking about it was exhausting and saddening. “It’s just— there’s—“

“It’s okay, take a deep breath,” Lewis told her softly. She did as she was told. Many would say that it’s a rare thing to happen but Sylvie listened.

“There’s just people,” Sylvie explained quietly, not looking at Lewis as she murmured, “I haven’t seen them for a while and… I felt so uneasy. Like it’s the final nail in the coffin. I didn’t want to make a big deal because it was at Red Bull. Nobody’s in there. Toto, you and Tilly are in Mercedes.”

“Sorry we couldn’t be there,” Lewis told her sympathetically. “But it’s a good idea that you went to the garage as quickly as you did. Now look, even Christian’s facing Toto’s wrath.”

“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” Sylvie whispered shakily, shutting her eyes close as she sighed, “I just want some closure.”

The next few days were dreadful. She hadn’t wanted to go back to England as much as she did that weekend.

The people she never wanted to see were there. The sad part of it was the fact that Max would continue to be a part of her life and job, whether she liked it or not. She’d have to tolerate him, no matter how much shit she had gone through because of him and those people around him. This was the second time she had seen him and felt so angry. It was like her life was a race. It starts out very well, with her at the pole. But then she crashes the moment she tries to take advantage and overtake.

On Sunday, Max landed in P1. Sylvie watched him pop the cork of the Moet out and showered his fellow podium winners with it. The text that she then received and sent spilled everything that had nothing to do with champagne. But rather explained how she ended up leaving the academy after that damn open tournament four years ago.

Max complains a lot, he could admit, but he never felt so guilty as much as he did when he practically berated her through a series of text messages. He always demanded answers to things that he believed had explanations, and he wouldn’t stop until he got it. But sometimes he wished his relentless demands were silenced by his conscience.

He felt extremely guilty and upset. It wasn’t because Sylvie Hearth refused to give in to his demands, but rather because her answers explained her hatred and anger. It wasn’t just any anger. It was an ounce of hatred and a lot of anger directed towards him.

Because really, he was the reason why Sylvie never turned out to be the first woman to become a Formula One driver. She never got the seat in Red Bull Racing and Max had gotten it instead. Now he understood why she would refuse to speak to or look at him as if they were childhood best friends and act like they were strangers.

[niieve]

it had been a long day, the kind that had felt like it had lasted about a week, and the last thing sylvie wanted to do was head off for a night of uncomfortable small talk -- at a dry wedding, nonetheless. but at least she'd have daniel by her side to keep her company, bring her entertainment -- and a flask tucked away in her purse just in case. the only things bringing her any kind of solace at the moment- at least, until she opened her door, and immediately noticed that he was completely underdressed for the event. before she had a chance to comment, however, he was jumping in and speaking first, making the situation a million times worse, instead of offering up a solution like she'd hoped he'd been about to do.

"...you're telling me this now? an hour before we have to leave?" unbelievable. was it a cruel joke? did he have a tux hidden away in the back of his car? either way... it wasn't funny. not in the slightest. "what are you even talking about? stop being weird, and go get dressed, i don't have time for this. not today."

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◦ so i watched a movie about a pair of friends who promise each other that they will be each other's dates to weddings. movie was called plus one & it was honestly so cute but also filled with some angst which i would love ! so basically for the last year, these two have been going to weddings as each other's plus one. one night, they get a little too intoxicated & sleep together. at first, it was weird but then they just started hooking up & found themselves having a hard time stopping. that is, until one of them catches feelings.

dressed up in his casual attire, he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his vehicle. he was nervous because he knew that after tonight, things might not be the same between the two. at the wedding last weekend, he had vowed to himself that he would stop sleeping with his best friend because he wasn't ready to commit himself to one person & he had this inkling that the other developed feelings that he did not feel. sighing softly, he made his way out of his car & up toward their door. he knocked softly, waiting for them to appear in the doorway. as soon as his eyes landed on their frame, he forced a sly smile. he knew that he was acting weird, but with the way he's been thinking — he knew that it was inevitable. ❝ hey, uh, so i stopped by to let you know i can't go to your aunt's wedding with you tonight. i don't think we should be doing this anymore. ❞

[wearethekat]

Anticipated New Releases of 2024

**As anticipated by Me. Mostly SFF. Links are to goodreads because that's what I use, sorry. Anything marked "new to me" I haven't read anything by that author before and therefore can't vouch for the quality. I just think the premise is neat.**

Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands, Heather Fawcett (16 January)

Sequel to the charming novel about the fairy anthropologist.

Exordia, Seth Dickinson (23 January)

Well, it isn't a new Baru Cormorant, but this modern SF about first contact may be the next best thing.

City of Stardust, Georgia Summers (30 January)

New to me. A young woman descends into the underworld in order to break her family's fatal curse.

The Tainted Cup, Robert Jackson Bennett (6 February)

New to me. A sherlock holmes flavored duo solves the mystery of the murder of an imperial official in a labyrinthine fantasy realm.

What Feasts at Night, T Kingfisher (13 February)

The sequel to the mushroom horror book What Moves the Dead.

The Warm Hands of Ghosts, Katherine Arden (13 February)

A ghost story set in WW1 about a woman searching for her missing brother.

The Fox Wife, Yangsze Choo (13 February)

New to me. A detective in 1908 Manchuria investigates a young woman's death in an area full of mythical foxes.

Redsight, Meredith Mooring (27 February)

New to me. Unpowered priestess and Imperial pawn is set on a collision path with a pirate with a grudge for the Imperium (Gay romance).

Sunbringer, Hannah Kaner (12 March)

Sequel about the professional godkiller Kissen.

Jumpnauts, Hao Jingfang (12 March)

New to me. A SF novel in translation from Chinese, with three scientists joining forces to deal peacefully with a first contact situation.

The Woods All Black, Lee Mandelo (19 March)

I liked Mandelo's debut novel very much so I'm excited to read this queer horror novella set in 1920s Appalachia.

Floating Hotel, Grace Curtis (19 March)

New to me. A series of cozy character vignettes on a space cruise ship after a murder has occurred. One of the four (!) space hotel murder crimes books coming out this year.

The Emperor and the Endless Palace, Justinian Huang (26 March)

New to me. Reincarnation gay romance set in 4 BCE China, the 1740s, and modern-day LA.

Alien Clay, Adrian Tchaikovsky (28 March)

Far future space xenoarchaeology by a man trapped on a prison planet.

Someone You Can Build a Nest In, John Wiswell (2 April)

New to me. Bizarre lesbian cannibalism monster romance from the point of view of the monster.

The Familiar, Leigh Bardugo (9 April)

Glad to see Bardugo writing more adult fantasy, and this one is especially exciting because it's a fantasy set in early modern Spain with a Jewish main character. Fun to see a more original historical period.

A Sweet Sting of Salt, Rose Sutherland (9 April)

New to me. Lesbian selkie romance.

Death in the Spires, KJ Charles (11 April)

Charles branching out from romance into historical Oxford murder mystery about a group of friends with dark secrets.

Audrey Lane Stirs The Pot, Alexis Hall (22 April)

The new Hall thinly veiled british baking show romcom. Libby says it's releasing in April but I've heard nothing from the author so I think it may be Alecto'd (shifted to next year)

Necrobane, Daniel M Ford (23 April)

Sequel to the dungeons and dragons-esque low fantasy lesbian necromancy book.

A Letter to the Luminous Deep, Sylvie Cathrall (25 April)

New to me. Sweet underwater epistolary academic romance.

How To Become the Dark Lord and Die Trying, Django Wexler (21 May)

New to me. A young hero caught in a fantasy time loop gives up and tries being the villain in an attempt to escape.

Goddess of the River, Vaishnavi Patel (21 May)

Another woman-centered retelling of Hindu mythology, this time based on the river goddess Ganga.

Escape Velocity, Victor Manibo (21 May)

New to me. Evil and toxic private school alumni jockey for position in a space hotel event in an attempt to escape a dying Earth.

The Fireborne Blade, Charlotte Bond (28 May)

New to me. Gay dragon slaying knight novella.

Evocation, ST Gibson (28 May)

New to me but looks very cool. Attorney and medium David attempts to escape his deal with the devil with the help of his ex boyfriend and his ex boyfriend's wife (Poly romance).

Service Model, Adrian Tchaikovsky (4 June)

In an SF future, a robot kills its human owners and ventures out into a world where human supremacy is beginning to crumble.

Lady Eve's Last Con, Rebecca Fraimow (4 June)

New to me. A con artist seeks revenge on the man who hurt her sister, who's coincidentally also on a space cruise ship (Sapphic romance subplot).

Triple Sec, TJ Alexander (4 June)

An actual mainstream published poly romance (!!) by trans author Alexander.

Running Close to the Wind, Alexandra Rowland (11 June)

Gay! Pirates! Scheming! Alt fantasy world! Monks! I liked Taste of Gold and Iron a lot and I'm very excited for this one.

The Knife and the Serpent, Tim Pratt (11 June)

New to me. Space opera about an interdimensional organization. Also, there's a sentient starship.

The Witchstone, Henry Neff (18 June)

A childhood favorite of mine's adult debut, featuring a demon who suddenly has to shape up at his curse keeper job after eight hundred years of slacking.

Rakesfall, Vajra Chandrasekera (18 June)

VERY excited to read more weird queer sff from this author after a fantastic debut. Looks weird. I'm in.

Foul Days, Genoveva Dimova (25 June)

New to me. A witch in a Slavic fantasy inspired world flees her evil ex, the Tsar of Monsters. There's also a plague and a detective.

Saints of Storm and Sorrow, Gabriella Buba (25 June)

New to me. Filipino inspired anticolonialist fantasy novel about a nun who is secretly practicing the religion of her goddess.

The Duke at Hazard, KJ Charles (18 July)

A queer regency with an incognito duke by one of my particular favorite romance authors.

Long Live Evil, Sarah Rees Brennan (30 July)

!!! Very excited to see a new adult fantasy by Brennan. A reader is dragged into a fictional world and finds herself the villain.

A Sorceress Comes to Call, T Kingfisher (20 August)

A retelling of The Goose Girl from reliably good fairy tale stalwart Kingfisher.

Buried Deep and Other Stories, Naomi Novik (17 September)

Collection of Novik's short stories.

Swordcrossed, Freya Marske (8 October)

VERY excited to see a new book by talented writer Marske. A man falls in love with the duelist hired for his arranged wedding. MEANWHILE. details of the fantasy world wool industry.

Feast While You Can, Mikaella Clements and Onjuli Datta (29 October)

New to me. Small town queer cave horror.

The Last Hour Between Worlds, Melissa Caruso (19 November)

Multiple reality murder mystery spy vs spy type antics, with lesbians.

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[alotofpockets]

3k celebration | Requests open

Wow I've just reached 3k followers, which is insane to me. Thank you all so much for your love and support, as always, it means so much to me how you interact with my work. I'm so grateful for each and everyone of you! 💗

To celebrate I am opening my requests again! I look forward to writing your requests :)

Some of you might have noticed already, I'm going to start writing for more people. You can find everyone I write for in my request info. Happy requesting!

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

please enjoy some Yara x Macon in these trying times <3 set during the march in part 9 because i love making people suffer tagging: @latibvles @karasnonsense99

-> uncharted

How long had they been marching? Days? Weeks? In the late winter darkness, it became harder to tell what was day and what was night, harder to draw the line between one day and the next. They existed in some state outside of time, some seam in reality where it didn't matter, where the only thing that did was the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other. Yara's feet had been begging for release for hours, rubbed raw beneath hard leather, every step its own private agony.

Settling in the brick factory for the night had seemed a godsend, huddled together on the floor, the warmth of the furnaces practically a luxury. Stepping inside, the men had made a rush for the glowing embers, gloved hands held out as they jostled for position. She had elbowed her way through, facing less pushback than the other men around her - even after all these months, there were still concessions to be made, liberties she could take knowing that the mere fact of her gender would help her get away with it. These men knew the Seraphim girls were tough as nails - they'd seen it themselves. But no one wanted to be the guy who told the women they couldn't shoulder in next to the furnace.

And yet the exhaustion of the march had taken so much out of their wretched group that the struggle for warmth had only seemed to last minutes before everyone found their places on the floor, unable to sustain any sort of labour even if it promised precious warmth. Yara propped herself up against one of the shelving units, the corner of the wood digging against her spine, but not quite uncomfortable enough to warrant the exertion of moving even a few inches. She wanted to kick off her boots, but she wasn't confident that they'd still be waiting for her in the morning if she did. Everything was so sacred out here that nothing was - nothing could be put down if one didn't want to see it stolen, tucked away into another prisoner's pocket before one could even blink.

Maisie had tucked in beside her, their bodies pressed tightly against each other to keep warm. "Y'know, next week it will've been exactly one year since we went down," She whispered.

Yara blinked. It had been a while since she'd had any sense at all of what date it was. She hadn't realised it had been that long. "... Really?"

"Mhm."

"You been keeping count?"

"Yeah."

"... Huh."

There was so much unspoken between them, so much implied by that simple fact. It wasn't the Seraphim crash that mattered, not really.

One year since they'd last seen Sylvie. Angel. Sadie.

One year since Thea had died.

She pondered this for a long moment, but when she turned to speak to Maisie once more, the radio operator was already long gone, fast asleep against Yara's shoulder, snoring softly into the fabric of her coat collar. Letting out a huff, she folded her arms tightly across her chest, waiting for sleep to come for her too. Then growing steadily irritated when it didn't.

The sudden nudge of a steel-toed boot against her leg made her flinch, shoulders tensing as her gaze darted upwards. Macon sat opposite her, sandwiched between Daniels and Jefferson's sleeping figures, unable to move anything but his legs for fear of waking them, the pair leaning against both arms. "Shit. Sorry," He whispered, her chest slowing its rapid rise and fall as she recognised him in the darkness. "I didn't mean to scare you."

She'd almost denied it. But he had scared her, the feel of his boot against her too similar to that of the guards, impossible to tell the difference in the dark - at least not fast enough to stall the panic in her chest.

"Can't sleep?" She asked, freezing for a second as Maisie squirmed slightly, lowering her voice to avoid her stirring. Richard shook his head slightly, taking a deep breath.

"First couple months we were here, me and the fellas kept talkin' about how we were gonna escape. S'all we talked about for weeks."

"Well, when you manage it, send a postcard," Yara smirked picking at the fraying wool in her glove. He cracked a grin, a flash of teeth through parted lips.

"You never thought about it?" Macon asked. It happened to everyone sooner or later - everyone convinced themselves they could be the one, the person to break out and make it home free. Sometimes it wore off, sometimes it didn't - She watched Kit and Bucky all the time, huddled together in secret conversation, and she knew exactly what they were planning. Yara had given up so quickly that she wasn't sure she'd ever truly believed it in the first place. She didn't need to run for the guards to find an excuse to kill her.

"Nah. I'm waiting it out and goin' home to my sisters."

He was smiling again. "You didn't tell me you had sisters."

"Twins. Maya and Leda - they'll be nearly nineteen now."

Nodding along, Richard shrugged. "Well. When I get back, I'm gonna go to-"

"To your twenty-three acres of loblolly pine, yeah, I know," Yara grinned.

"Point seven."

"Huh?"

"Twenty-three point seven acres," He pointed out. She laughed then, raising a hand over her mouth as she suddenly became conscious of the noise, careful not to wake anyone around them.

A true smile was a rare sight around here.

Hers made him dizzy.

"You should come," Richard nodded.

Her brow raised slightly. "Me?"

"Yeah, you," The corner of his mouth rose in a smile, another flash of teeth. "You think these other assholes are invited? Build you a house - hell, I'll build you a dozen, we got room."

"Shut up," Yara chuckled, shaking her head. "You're sleep-deprived."

He shrugged, as if daring her to argue. "Feel pretty awake."

Her shoulders tensed. She didn't want to think about it - what it could mean if he wasn't kidding, what life could promise beyond the four walls of this frozen factory. She didn't want to think about it, because letting herself think about it meant giving space to hope, letting it permeate the walls she put up around herself. Yara Katz had decided to stop caring about anything but cold, hard survival a long time ago. She cared about enough people here already - too many - she didn't have space to care much for herself as well.

And what would it mean if she let herself admit that perhaps, just maybe, she was glad to have met Richard Macon, the man sitting across from her, staring at her like she was the sun? Did it mean she was glad to be here? Did it mean she was glad for the crash? For everything they'd gone through? For Thea's death? How could she appreciate the one good thing that had come out of all this without disregarding all of the bad?

Yara sucked in a deep breath, rubbing uncomfortably at her wrist as Maisie moved against her again.

"... Ask me again when we're free."

Macon nodded, slow and understanding, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Ok."

Her eyes narrowed, staring at him for a moment. "And stop smirking."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are."

He looked down at his lap, letting out a huff of amusement. "Damn, Katz. You know I'll wait for you."

She shrugged, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped slightly against the shelves, readjusting her body to a more comfortable position. "Yeah, I figured."

[multifandomgirl08]

Formula 1 Masterlist

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Just Pretend ⇢ It had been a few years since you had seen Max. Since you had left him in Paris.

A Flower Bud In Concrete ⇢ You were lucky that you didn't lose Max was well that day.

Me Against Him (Part 1) ⇢ You never wanted to be on the sidelines watching your brother compete, you wanted to be out there with him fighting for a championship.

Me Against Them (Part 2) ⇢ Your eyes traveled around looking for someone, anyone but as you kept looking you didn’t see who you needed.

Us Against Them (Part 3) ⇢ N/A

Mini Verstappen Series ⇢ Single Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

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The Arrangement - Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

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Eventually ⇢ Ex!Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Bittersweet Mini-Series ⇢ Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

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The Nanny ⇢ Pierre Gasly x Nanny!Sylvie (OFC)

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