#the brit is coming

[imsiriuslyreading]

today is the day. today i go to paris, to stay with @thisliminalspace-on-ao3 - today is the day i visit my nemesis.

the one who beheaded me. who called me ugly. who sabotages my every move. she of the unhinged fanfic ideas. she of the violent jegulus obsession. she who regularly tries to overthrow me and attacks me on tiktok.

i can’t wait 🤭

fanfic friends vacation muahahahaha!

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

A lot of you underestimate how prevalent British bias is not only in F1 but across sports generally, and even in other industries.

Max saying he has the wrong passport in the paddock is an accurate statement. Do you think he, Seb, or Michael would've been half as vilified by the British media if they had a British passport instead? Would Fernando? Do you think Yuki would get half as much shit about his radio "conduct" if he was British? Because it's the British commentators who consistently have issues with it, and say shit like it's "unbecoming" for a driver to speak that way, ignoring that 1 it's not his first language and 2 IT WAS ENGLISH PEOPLE HE LEARNT THAT LANGUAGE FROM. Sometimes people misspeak, but Yuki has always taken accountability and apologised if he has and if he caused harm. Martin Brundle did not get nearly as much backlash from the media when he misspoke and called an Asian driver a slur while commentating. He also never apologised for it.

Alex, one of the four Brits on the grid but who drives under the Thai flag, has said that the commentators only call him British born when he does well. He was completely excluded from the Silverstone publicity about the home crowd heroes, whereas George, Lewis & Lando were heralded, not only on race weekend, but for weeks leading up to it.

Alex's statement also reminded me of this Richard Harris quote, "When I'm in trouble, I'm an Irishman. When I turn in a good performance, I'm an Englishman." Genuinely, if I took a shot every time a British organisation/person claimed a talented Irish person was actually a Brit, I'd have died from alcohol poisoning years ago.

Hell, I see George wearing the poppy pin this weekend in the lead up to remembrance Sunday. Do you know the amount of shit James McClean gets every year because he refuses to wear one? And he has very valid reasons for choosing not to wear it, yet he's torn to shreds every year by not only random people on the Internet or on the streets but by commentators and the media too.

Because of how this sport became mainstream and because no one challenged Bernie Eccleston's monopoly on broadcasting rights back in the day (people were given the opportunity to buy a share of the broadcasting rights; the idiots said no), this sport has prioritised the British voice/perspective for decades. I know the other broadcasts are just as biased for their home team/drivers, but the British one is the biggest one, as it's the main broadcast for better and more often for the worst. It's the broadcast with the most reach and influence. Their bias has to be challenged eventually if this sport ever hopes to properly expand and grow. The British bias is so difficult to miss once you start noticing it.

[theabigailthorn]

British producers be like: THEM: "We love this! Let us put our heads together and get back to you early next week!" SIX MONTHS LATER UNPAID INTERN FOR THAT COMPANY: "Everyone you spoke to has been sacked, we hate you fuck off."

American producers be like:

THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET: Hey kiddo do you wanna meet The Rock? Do you wanna meet Margot Robbie? Do you want to fuck my wife? I can't give you a job but gosh darn it you've got moxxy, let me put you in touch with Doug Bigcheese, the biggest producer in Hollywood! DOUG BIGCHEESE, EMAILING YOU BACK WITHIN 20 MINUTES: Hey kiddo, that guy said you're awesome! Lemme ask round town and in the meantime you can live in my house borrow my car and by the way have you met my wife?!

[artificialroux]

bts of melissa during the feast !!!

(plus krystal and akliah)

[valyrfia]

not to make it a competition but it's real funny to me how every other f1 driver speaks at least two other languages aside from their mother tongue and all the british drivers are just like "english 👍" and look uncomfortable when they're made to even try to say hello or thank you in another language

[jakeperalta]

(default being the one you know best/knew originally/first think of, not necessarily your favourite)

[justascrollingghost]

Ridoc after literally being stabbed: well that’s unfortunate isn’t it..

Ridoc realising he’ll have to sew something: YOU FUCKING ASS! I’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD! I WILL LAY YOU AMONG MY ENEMIES! I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE!

[broidobe]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔩

requested by 💋🚬!

☾billy idol, attending a chanel show where his supermodel girlfriend steals the spotlight, takes her backstage for a passionate, intense encounter that leaves them both breathless and satisfied.☽

☾warnings: smut, rough and intense physical interactions, explicit language, power dynamics, and explicit descriptions of intimacy☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚80s-90s rock masterlist

billy idol had no business at a chanel show, but there he was, front row, lounging like a king among mortals. you, his girlfriend—yes, the girlfriend—were the star of the runway. you were the kind of supermodel whose name people didn’t just know; they whispered it.

you caught his eye the moment you stepped out, wearing a slinky black number that hugged you in ways that made his imagination run wild. your walk wasn’t just a walk; it was a challenge, every sway of your hips a silent dare. and when you shot him that smirk at the end of the runway, his lips curled into a grin that promised trouble.

backstage after the show, the energy was electric—a mix of champagne and sweat. you spotted him leaning against a stack of crates, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, that wild grin still plastered on his face.

“you like the show, rockstar?” you teased, stepping close enough that he caught the faintest trace of your perfume.

“only because you were in it,” he shot back, pulling you in by the waist. “you look like sin walking in that dress.”

“you should see it off,” you purred, eyes glinting.

his grin turned wicked, and before you knew it, his hand was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into a dark dressing room.

the second the door slammed shut, his mouth crashed against yours. it was rough and demanding, all teeth and tongue, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as his hands found the zipper of your dress.

“been teasing me all night,” he muttered, yanking the fabric down until it pooled at your feet.

“maybe i like watching you squirm,” you shot back, breathless.

“careful, baby,” he growled, backing you against the vanity, his hands gripping your thighs. “you’re playing with fire.”

you gasped as he lifted you onto the counter, his lips trailing down your neck, teeth grazing your skin just enough to leave a mark. your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and when he pressed against you, hard and desperate, a moan slipped past your lips.

his hands slid up your body, rough fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. when he pushed into you, it stole your breath, a sharp cry tumbling from your lips as your body arched into him.

“that’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and wrecked. his grip on your hips was firm, steadying you as he set a pace that had you clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his back.

each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, building and building until it felt like you were about to shatter. his mouth found yours again, swallowing your moans, his breath hot against your lips.

“billy,” you gasped, barely able to speak, the intensity of him overwhelming.

“come on, baby,” he growled, his voice rasping against your ear. “let go for me.”

the coil inside you snapped, a wave of bliss crashing over you as you cried out his name, your whole body trembling. he wasn’t far behind, a guttural groan spilling from his lips as he buried himself deep, his movements stuttering as he followed you over the edge.

for a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing, the room thick with the heat of what just happened.

when it was over, you were still perched on the vanity, your legs shaky, your dress halfway torn and abandoned on the floor. billy leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette like he had just headlined a stadium.

“best chanel show i’ve ever been to,” he said, exhaling smoke with that devilish grin you couldn’t help but love.

[captainjonnitkessler]

"This is my ~culture~ so if you criticize it you're an ignorant ethnocentric American who doesn't know other countries exist" look. you CANNOT pull that card when you're British and the topic was outdoor cats. You're not an oppressed minority and Britain is not a magical land where cats can't be killed by cars, just keep your damn cats inside

[tommytomatoe]

you know, in psychology we’re taught that people are attracted to their unresolved traumas…i’m looking at you milo. smile pretty for me, treasure. what the fuck happened to you, geordi?

[deitybird]

jason would get so annoyed when someone (probably dick or tim) is watching a show like bridgerton and comments on their language by saying it's old English but he keeps it in because he's trying to be a better brother...

only to snap when they KEEP doing it and he's like, "NO. NO, IDIOT. IT'S NOT OLD ENGLISH! IT'S A MORE FORMAL ENGLISH! CLOSE TO EARLY MODERN ENGLISH, PROBABLY! JUST LIKE FUCKING SHAKESPEARE!" and said sibling (again, probably dick or tim) is just like, "wow, jay. you care a lot about english." and jason stares at them unblinkingly before storming out.

[suchawrathfullamb]

but they could've at least given us a mads and jude law kiss like fuck you guys you already everything the least you could have done is give us the fucking gay ass kiss

[10yearsofdnp]

February 17, 2015: Dan hosts a liveshow where he discusses his Grammy opinions, goes full Northern defending Phil against angry Pete, and gets adorably flustered when asked if he likes Phil! 🎵🎧😅

[reunitedinterlude]

lofi phantasy: the album

track 19: blue and black

[primarinite]

haha get coloured my beloveds

[ashildrofarcadia]

Zoe Ashildr recruited the Arcadia kiddos, taught them to follow Douxie around every fourth Thursday for three hours, narrating his life for him in the style of the ‘dAy iN tHe LiFe Of A tRuE bReXiT gEeZeR’ video.

He secretly enjoys it but will never tell a soul. Archie seethes.