#video highlights for me ✨
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Landoscar vs two truths and a lie
Lando whispering to ask Oscar what’s in the southern hemisphere is like when you get called on in class and you don’t know the answer so you have to whisper SOS to a friend but the way Oscar replied Australia and then Lando’s just kinda there like 🔵👄🔵
Oscar’s laugh at the end when Lando’s pretty much just said great job, you do you boo
Also the fact that Oscar doesn’t make fun of Lando for his geography
I love them 😭
Idk but they just always compliment each other so well and I need more of this content PLEASE MCLAREN!
Same Lando same…
#f1#mclaren#op81#oscar piastri#lando norris#ln4#814#twinklaren#Landoscar#video dump#my gifs#you know sure as hell I’m gonna keep that Lando expression handy to use as a reaction#what’s in the southern hemisphere?#Yeah not much tbh#video highlights for me ✨#sassy lando#814 gif#I’m gonna pretend I didn’t keep changing the text colour throughout the video#whoops
540 notes
·
View notes
Text
On today’s episode of They Might as Well Be Canon…
#my personal highlight reel:#‘I talk to him about everything’#‘his opinion is really important to me’#‘of course I was extremely happy that we will continue to be together on the pitch’#‘I feel really comfortable next to him on the pitch’#geez Leon…you might as well just say you love him at this point ffs#Jo’s an ✨important contact person✨ okkkkk 🤨🏳️🌈#also prepare your ears because that English translation comes out of nowhere and is fucking loud lol#leon goretzka#kimetzka#kimmetzka#leoshua#fc bayern#fc bayern munich#fc bayern münchen#videos
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
GUTS Tour
Oscar piastri x singer!reader
Face claim Olivia Rodrigo
Summary Oscar reacts to his girlfriend tour.
Warning Guts tour(not really but Iykyk)
A/N really like it. I hope it does well. Hope y’all enjoy it! The YouTube video and the insta story took really long to make so pls show some love and say what you think!
Also I just reread it, and there are quite some spelling mistakes. Sorry for anyone that is bothered by it, but I can’t change it anymore because that takes a lot of time and I don’t have that. I ado don’t really know what to thing about the YouTube video cause I made it in 2 hours so for me the different parts where more spread out but now I look back it looks a bit weird. But Lmk what you think!
Don’t forget to repost and comment! It helps a lot! Also feedback is appreciated!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5ecbfe67cd2d37cbdfa2ee4cecd205d8/2da14a3fce87e723-3c/s540x810/1641bb564b8c126d750074acaa56625d57be3ab0.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c5943814594c65cdf31e8a011fc7330f/2da14a3fce87e723-a3/s540x810/1da038da9e938b30bc0d488aafb5c3dea046b898.jpg)
Instagram
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a43aae2a315683acfb2fa7a660accd8b/2da14a3fce87e723-4a/s540x810/bef125246e7388b2411b2504a36886146ed04569.jpg)
Liked by SabrinaCarpenter and 5.737.826 others
Yourusername thank you so for all the great support! I had a great time on my first few shows, hope to see you al soon!
View all 11.626 comments
SabrinaCarpenter So gorgeous!
Conangray Love the show!
Oscarpiastri 😍❤️
User1 not her friends and bf simping in the comments
User2 so exited to see you in Europe!
User3 so happy I got to see you!
User4 SO PROUD!
User5 I can still remember the little girl on bizarfark and now she is doing a world tour😢 the little artist is really growing up!
User6 💜💜
User7 mother
User8 we need Oscar’s reaction to the obsessed performance and the ✨parts✨ of the show
User9 OMG SO TRUE
User10 in love with you
User11 IM SO EXITED TO GO TO THE GUTS TOUR (I don’t have tickets)
User12 love the difference between SOUR and GUTS tour, she really isn’t a teenager anymore
User13 ur an icon
|———————————<3—————————————|
Twitter
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/fb1c56abf1197f5a6977be8c07d4e3ca/2da14a3fce87e723-de/s1280x1920/559895916714755df1245850182c705f51d9948d.jpg)
|———————————<3—————————————|
YouTube
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7dd3f6e129b59866aa8a1f9ffd018ff0/2da14a3fce87e723-29/s540x810/15838988eaeaf80ac12ae7a474f1c3ec10404ad6.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ebf4acbc42ded2bbe52a37f90becc100/2da14a3fce87e723-70/s540x810/05a1f659e24e1a6d82e7327bd4c834bab1fd1591.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/02ac166fb5388a8668f08268269b5d4a/2da14a3fce87e723-d3/s540x810/52a4c8e01f4c1d6e72eca4e5f1d662067485e112.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/f946f3f64c7c84d4ab50eee32d4d740a/2da14a3fce87e723-88/s540x810/13226b1caf435a24a64c989fdd125af5740388f3.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/efd6b7799cb0e703e3a5b05f9c9b9f6f/2da14a3fce87e723-33/s540x810/067bb58b97c2d61fed67a99fcc15a718d382132a.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c42daf0da9b6aac3fb99c482cfb7b15d/2da14a3fce87e723-d2/s540x810/8fcb81b63d302265ff1adef13f666a98881ff6f4.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc7e8c91b31c7345c14c753082334db3/2da14a3fce87e723-18/s540x810/30634bb83fc3d21b93a606ee3a66a77b50bc0011.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e742dbdf63d89af68f2797ad09491347/2da14a3fce87e723-21/s540x810/dedaaf4b7e5e10d65328f61da98cc2d876eac2c7.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/97cd754a06c8259233b1eb798727af52/2da14a3fce87e723-dd/s540x810/5eccf77a99adeac2c5242875ae25b28862166369.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e4d982e3f26c45253c799ed7615955ea/2da14a3fce87e723-38/s540x810/8ab04a81ae48b8abf8dd89af52b0b6a1f1d6794a.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e83c882c8ae3de750f5ae31e9914e7c5/2da14a3fce87e723-2b/s540x810/900ce7b2cda9c8573b6f7af9b42da7925780430a.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c0d8961a4a129530bf09119b58ebac22/2da14a3fce87e723-6f/s540x810/0614e54e67907ddf544f1cf8e50f89261a6ed9ac.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/37a690325717b64c8c9d2cd9550639e6/2da14a3fce87e723-2d/s540x810/5df5af82e922dce1952e4328b29ef1e6888699b2.jpg)
Comments
User1 HAHAHA OSCAR REACTION TO THE PARTS
User2 I love that y/f/n SHQ and McLaren worked together for this! Great video!
User3 He listed!
User4 not him stuttering😂
User5 the people laughing at him behind the camera😂
User6 I love how he makes sure to mention that he knew things beforehand and that she asked him for advice
User7 HAHA not him suddenly being full GenZ for y/n😂
User8 HAHA him saying that she does that a lot is the highlight of this video!
User9 someone should count how many times he said wow🤣
User10 he is such I supportive Boyfriend! I love it!
User11 he’s such a simp!
User12 I love how he says that about the fans and stuff
User13 Great video!
|———————————<3—————————————|
Instagram
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d42a5ca7a5ee3a6efaf57cb01ec4a6ec/2da14a3fce87e723-a9/s540x810/a4fc80c398562eb96f2d4f78162311bff91afd76.jpg)
Liked by OscarPiastri and 7.736.836 others
Yourusername He may be a simp, and he may judge my tour, but he is mine🫶 So American is out now! I hope you all enjoy it! (P.S. he finally came to the show, and he ENJOYED it!)
View all 70.736 comments
OscarPiastri Hey don’t expose me!
OscarPiastri And I’m so proud of you! Finally a song that I heard beforehand!
OscarPiastri And I did not judge you and I’m not a simp!
Yourusername Whatever you believe sweetheart!
SabrinaCarpenter Omg love the song! So proud of you! Liked by author
GracieAbrams So happy! Love that you finally released a love song!
Yourusername 💜
TaylorSwift So proud of you! You finally found your lover!
Yourusername Thank you mother🙇♀️💜
Landonorris it was so painful to watch both Oscar filming the video and him watching the show irl😭 he was a simp and speechless with both😭
Yourusername Hey! Look out at what you say! He is my simp!
User1 AAAHHHH NOW SONG!
User2 FIRST LOVE SONG!
User3 they are so cute!
User4 I love them!
User5 AND HE SAYS IM SO AMARICAN!
User6 THEY ARE THE BEST COUPLE ON TEH GRID!
User7 OSCAR IS SO HOT IN TJOSE PICS🥵🥵
User8 I fear I might have fallen in love… with both
User9 do you need a dog? 🐶🐕 I can bark
User10 NEW SONG WOOHOO
User11 I didn’t really like their relationship at first, but now that we get more song I AM SUCH A FAN
User12 UGH THE PUCS ARE SO CUTE
User13 Not her and Lando exposing Oscar
|———————————<3—————————————|
Instagram
Yourusername posted on their story
-
Oscarpiastri reacted to your story
💜💜
Love you!
-
SabrinaCarpenter reacted to your story
Simp
Sorry that I’m in love
-
GracieAbrams reacted to your story
So cute!
💜
-
Taylorswift reacted to your story
so happy for you!
Thank you!
-
Landonorris reacted to your story
He is giggling and kicking his feet atm
AWWWWW
#formula 1#sterredm fics💕#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x you#x reader#formula 1 fic#f1 fanfic#formula 1 fanfic#lando norris#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri#op81 x you#op81 fluff#op81 imagine#op81 x reader#op81 fic#op81#oscar piastri x reader#olivia rodrigo#singer!reader#formula 1 x y/n#formula 1 angst#formula 1 fluff#formula 1 x reader#formula one#taylor swift x f1#f1 fic
676 notes
·
View notes
Text
SO INTO YOU (part 2) ───── iamquaintrelle
# pairings: aurelien tchouameni x black reader (✨💕)
# tags: @sucredreamer @snowseasonmademe @jessnotwiththemess @rougereds @judectrl @mufasathatniggatho @irishmanwhore @lettersofgold @ayeshami @greyishbach @haartemis @goldenngt @solidbriii @sailurmewn @bbgkoo @mauvecherie-writes @leighjadeclimbedmtkilimanjaro
# summary: you’re a multiple grammy winning artist with a record breaking single based on an embarrassing crush on a footballer & when that single demands visuals who else do you ask to be your video vixen besides said footballer crush? but is he also willing to blow your back out too? ♡ masterlist
The next few days passed in a blur — Madrid, the match, the rush of it all. Of course, someone caught you at the match — there was no way that wasn’t happening. You were you, after all, a Grammy-winning artist sitting in VIP seats at the Bernabéu, very much in the camera’s line of sight. The picture had already made its rounds on social media: you, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees, watching the game with full concentration. Another showed you mid-cheer after Aurélien’s assist, your excitement unmistakable.
The comments on The Shade Room were a mess.
"Why is [Your Name] at the Bernabéu??" "She watching soccer now? 👀" "Ain’t no way she just ‘watching’ — look at that smile." "She’s a Madridista now? Elite taste." "I know she was there for Tchouaméni. Be serious."
You scrolled through the discourse with a grin, but the real entertainment was happening on Tumblr. Unlike the rest of the internet, your little tchouamenithoughts page was an anonymous safe haven, a place where you could be as shamelessly down bad as you wanted. And the girlies were going through it.
moot1: she’s cute. good for him i guess moot2: the way he’s been playing lately... yeah he’s in love moot3: it’s giving soft launch. moot4: imagine being the muse for that one song she wrote... bc I KNOW it’s about him.
You had to stifle a laugh reading that one. It was already too weird, and you knew — God forbid — if Aurélien ever found out about this little corner of the internet, you’d have to disappear into the abyss.
You then reblogged a gifset of Aurélien’s highlights from the match, tagged "captain of my heart" before clicking into the inbox.
Anonymous asked: "Bro tell me you saw [Your Name] at the match? She was going feral for our man Tchouaméni just like us. Respect."
You snorted and reblogged it with a simple: "As she should."
Your phone buzzed in your hand, pulling you away from the mess you’d been consuming like your own personal reality show.
Auré: Did you make it home safe?
You smiled, a warmth blooming in your chest.
You: I did. Tired though.
Auré: You should rest. You’ll need your energy for when I see you again.
You bit your lip, shaking your head at the audacity.
You: Oh? And when’s that?
Auré: Soon. I told you, I’m doing the chasing now.
Your stomach flipped. God help you.
You locked your phone and sighed, leaning back against your pillows, your laptop still open to the mess of your moots spiraling in real-time. Yeah, this Tumblr was going to have to go soon.
But for now? You had a little more time to kiki.
***************************************************
Aurélien meant it when he said he wanted to do the rest and chase you.
The next morning, a delivery arrived at your apartment in LA. A massive bouquet — white and blush pink roses, accented with baby’s breath. It smelled incredible, and the little card tucked inside made your stomach flip.
"Since I didn’t get to be the first one in your DMs, let me be the first to send you flowers. –AT"
You bit your lip, rereading the message at least three times before setting the card down. The man was serious.
And the thing was — he wasn’t doing too much. You’d been courted before, had men try to win you over with grand gestures that felt more about them than you. But this? This was just Aurélien being him. Smooth, intentional. Never overstepping, just reminding you that he was right there.
His texts came consistently, never letting a day pass without checking in. Some were sweet. Some were very much not sweet.
Auré: Did you sleep well?
You: Mhm. You?
Auré: Not really. Kept thinking about how you looked in my bed.
Whew.
Other times, he was just ridiculous.
Auré: Hypothetically, if someone wanted to know your coffee order…
You: Hypothetically, they should just ask.
Auré: I am asking. But I wanted to see if you'd be difficult first.
You: Vanilla oat milk latte, extra shot. Now tell me why you’re asking like you’re sending a gift card.
Auré: I might be.
You: Aurélien.
And sure enough, an hour later, an email from Starbucks: [Your Name], you’ve received a gift from Aurélien Tchouaméni.
You couldn’t even be mad.
Then came the FaceTimes. Usually at night, when he knew you were home. It started casual — just him, shirtless (because of course), leaning back against his headboard while you sat on your couch, notebook open, laptop playing beats softly in the background.
"What are you working on?" he asked one night, eyes flicking to your scribbled lyrics.
"Music."
"No shit," he teased, smirking. "But what kind?"
You tapped your pen against your notebook. "Just some ideas."
His brows lifted. "For me?"
You snorted. "No. Not everything is about you."
"Shame." He stretched, flexing way too much for someone who was supposedly relaxing. "But you’ll write another one about me eventually."
"You think?"
"I know."
You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway, focusing back on your lyrics. Until—
"You work too much," he murmured.
You glanced up. "And you run too much. What’s your point?"
His smirk deepened. "That I’m gonna fix that. When are you coming back to Madrid?"
You blinked. “Oh, you’re just assuming I’m coming?”
"Yeah." He looked so sure, so smug, you wanted to reach through the screen and wipe that smirk off his face.
"I have work."
"I have work too,” he countered easily. "But I make time for what I want."
That shut you up for a second. You clicked your tongue. "That’s a cute line."
He grinned. "It’s not a line, bébé. It’s a fact."
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, the next morning, another email delivery. This time? A plane ticket. First class, LAX to Madrid, one week from now.
No note. Just that.
And the man had the audacity to text: See you soon.
******************************************************
You told yourself you weren’t really considering it.
You weren’t impulsive like this. You had rules. Checklists. Boundaries.
But when Carmen barely batted an eye after you double-checked your schedule and when your best friend damn near screamed in your ear after you mentioned Madrid again?
"Are you insane? You just got back!"
You winced, pulling the phone away from your ear. "First of all, lower your voice—"
"No! Because this man has already had you in a chokehold, and now you’re just willingly running back?"
You sighed, switching the phone to your other ear. "It’s not like that.”
"What’s it like then?"
Silence.
Exactly.
Because what were you really gonna say? That you were working backwards? That the whole 'I have standards thing' was already a joke because you’d skipped about fifteen steps when you slept with him and now you were just here like some lovestruck fool?
Because you were.
"Yeah," your best friend scoffed when you stayed quiet. "That’s what I thought."
Still, none of that stopped you from breezing through TSA a few days later, sunglasses on, hoodie pulled low, boarding a first-class flight back to Madrid. Because somehow, in less than two weeks, you had gone from watching him on your screen to meeting him in person for your video shoot, and now you were sipping champagne, heading straight back to him.
You were supposed to be working — laptop open, beats playing, lyrics scattered across your notebook — but all you could do was stare at your phone, rereading his last message.
Auré: See you soon, bébé.
A slow exhale left your lips.
You weren’t even there yet, and he already had you spiraling.
The moment you exited arrivals, he was waiting.
Leaning up against his car, hands in his pockets, looking stupidly good in a fitted tee, Rhude shorts that made everything look right, snapback cap, and another Cuban link around his neck. His eyes locked on you like he’d been counting the seconds.
Your stomach flipped.
This man…
"You’re early," you said, trying to keep your voice even.
He smirked. "So are you."
Fair.
"C’mere."
You barely had time to react before his arms were around you, pulling you into him. His scent wrapped around you — warm, familiar, distracting — and suddenly, everything about this felt like a terrible idea.
If he was this good just holding you, how the hell were you supposed to handle anything else? Especially at the rate he was going?
"You miss me?" he murmured, lips at your ear.
You pulled back, schooling your face. "Did you?"
No hesitation. "Yeah."
Your heart betrayed you, but you kept your expression neutral.
"Hmm," you teased. "Was it the inside jokes? The deep conversations?"
He chuckled, dark and knowing. "The way you sound when I—"
"Aurélien."
His grin widened as he stepped back, opening the passenger door. "Get in, bébé."
And just like that, you were gone all over again.
The drive to his place was quiet.
Not the awkward kind — never that with him.
It was the kind of silence that buzzed, thick with anticipation. The kind where every glance, every shift in your seat, said more than words could. Aurélien drove one-handed, his other hand resting on your thigh like it belonged there, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin.
Like he was reminding you exactly why you were here.
The low hum of Afrobeats filled the car, blending with the occasional ping of a text on his phone. You ignored it, focusing instead on the way his fingers tightened slightly when you moved, the barely-there smirk on his lips.
"You good?" His voice was smooth, teasing.
You exhaled. "Fine."
A low chuckle. "Lying already?"
You shot him a look, but it was useless. He knew. He always knew.
By the time you reached his house, you were already on edge.
And then there was Ocho.
The massive Belgian Malinois greeted you at the door with an excited bark, nearly knocking you over in his eagerness.
"Damn, you remember me?" You laughed, scratching behind his ears as he licked at your wrist.
Aurélien chuckled behind you, setting your bag down near the stairs. "He doesn’t forget people he likes."
You glanced up, finding him watching you with something unreadable in his gaze.
The air between you shifted.
You swallowed, turning away to take in the space — the same high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows, the same sleek yet lived-in warmth from the last time you were here. But this time, there was something different.
This time, you knew what it felt like to be pressed against that couch, to have his mouth on your skin, to hear your own voice echoing against these walls.
And, of course, there were the flowers.
You huffed a laugh, finally spotting the massive bouquet of white lilies and soft pink roses in a crystal vase on the marble countertop.
"You really do this, huh?" you murmured, fingers ghosting over the petals of the bouquet before turning to face him.
Aurélien leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with that slow, knowing smirk that made your stomach tighten. "Do what?"
"This whole…" You gestured vaguely at the flowers, the way he had you standing in his kitchen, feeling like you’d stepped into something inevitable. "Seduction thing."
"I told you," he said, pushing off the counter to come to you, voice low as his fingers found your waist. "I wanted the chase."
Your breath caught as his chain moved gently against his collarbone.
"And now that I have you here?" His lips hovered over yours, his hands already moving, already claiming. "I’m not letting up."
Your breath hitched as his hand splayed against your lower back, pulling you flush against him. You were already in too deep, already fighting a losing battle against the warmth curling in your stomach, against the way he smelled — clean, like cedarwood and something distinctly him.
"Aurélien—"
He kissed you before you could finish, tilting your chin up, his lips moved against yours like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring you, mapping you out. The hand at your waist gripped tighter, and he made a sound in the back of his throat when your fingers found the nape of his neck, threading into the soft curls there.
You felt him smile against your mouth.
"What?" you breathed.
He pulled back just enough to search your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "You taste smug," he muttered.
You arched a brow. "And what does smug taste like?"
His lips twitched. "Like someone who knew she was coming back to me."
Your stomach flipped.
You weren’t going to entertain that — not right now, not when his voice was doing that and his hands were still tracing over your body like he was committing every inch of you to memory.
So you deflected. "Ocho knew too, apparently."
Aurélien huffed a quiet laugh. "Ocho is a good judge of character."
You snorted, shaking your head, but the moment you tried to step back, his grip on your waist tightened.
"You’re not going anywhere, bébé," he murmured.
You swallowed hard.
Because he wasn’t just talking about right now.
And he knew you knew it.
The moment stretched between you, heavy with promise. His thumb was still tracing patterns on your skin, each touch deliberate, like he was writing his intentions into your flesh. The kitchen's warm lighting caught the angles of his face just right, making his dark skin glow golden, and that fade you'd written countless posts about was perfect for running your fingers through.
"You're thinking too loud," he murmured, ducking his head to press his lips to your neck. His chain brushed cold against you, making you shiver.
"Hard not to," you managed, trying to keep your voice steady as his teeth grazed that spot below your ear. "When you're being all…" you gestured vaguely at him, at this whole situation.
He huffed a laugh against your skin. "All what?"
"You know what."
"Mm," his hands slid lower, grip tightening just enough to make your breath catch. "Tell me anyway."
The command in his voice - that same tone he used directing the midfield - had your knees weak. But two could play this game.
You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, watching them darken as your fingers traced the chain around his neck. "All confident," you said softly.
His responding smile was dangerous. "Didn't you write a whole song about it?"
"That's not—"
"About how I control the game?" His lips brushed your ear, voice dropping lower. "About how I read the field?"
Your heart was absolutely betraying you, hammering against your ribs like it was trying to escape.
"You really memorized those lyrics, huh?" you tried to tease, but your voice came out breathier than intended.
He pulled back to look at you properly, and the intensity in his gaze had you forgetting how to breathe. The same focus you'd watched him apply to matches, to training, to everything he did - all of it was directed at you now.
"I memorized everything about you," he said simply, like he wasn't completely ruining your ability to think straight. "The way you bite your lip when you're nervous. How your eyes follow me during matches."
Ocho's tags jingled as he trotted past, heading for his bed in the corner, completely unbothered by the way his owner was systematically dismantling your composure.
"You're impossible," you muttered, even as your hands traveled up his arms, feeling the muscles shift under your touch.
"You like impossible," he countered, and before you could argue, his mouth was on yours again, more urgent this time. Less controlled. Like maybe you weren't the only one affected here.
Your back hit the counter, and his hands gripped your hips to lift you onto it. The marble was cold through your clothes but he was burning hot, all solid muscle and sure touches as he stepped between your legs.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured against your lips, but his hands were already sliding under your shirt, already knew your answer.
You tangled your fingers in his chain instead, using it to pull him closer. "No."
His answering laugh was all satisfaction, all victory. "Good girl."
*******************************************************
You woke up to Madrid sunlight filtering through his expensive blackout curtains that clearly weren't doing their job. His bed was still unfairly comfortable, sheets soft against your skin, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest under your cheek was threatening to lull you back to sleep.
Jetlag had hit you hard after... activities, leading to what was supposed to be a quick power nap but wasn’t. That kitchen counter definitely needed disinfecting though.
Multiple times.
Now the afternoon light was painting patterns on his dark skin, and you were finding it hard to care about time zones at all. When he woke up to slip away to the bathroom, you grabbed your phone, checking the damage.
Surprisingly, your Tumblr mutuals hadn't caught wind of your return to Madrid yet. But you knew better - it would only take one fan with a good camera angle to set everything off again. You heard the sink running, and then Aurélien padded back to bed, all sleep-warm skin and low-slung sweats. He lay beside you for a moment before that hand found your waist, tugging you closer.
"C'mere," he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. You went willingly, settling against his chest, ear pressed to his heartbeat. That same dopey ass smile from last time spread across your face as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. "How long are you staying?" he asked, playing with your hair.
You tilted your head up to look at him. "How long do you want me?"
His answering smirk was knowing as he bit his lip, considering. "A long time."
"Can't do that," you laughed softly. "But... two weeks?"
"Two weeks is good," he hummed, fingers still moving against your skin. "We can have fun, go on proper dates... maybe take a trip somewhere."
You propped yourself up on his chest. "Trips? Already planning baecations?"
"Mm," his hand slid lower on your back. "Gotta pull out all the stops. Could do Mallorca, Ibiza..." his smile turned dangerous. "Or maybe Paris?"
"Paris?" You tried to keep your voice steady, but the way his fingers were still tracing patterns on your skin was distracting. "That's a lot for someone who just wanted to be in my music video a few weeks ago."
His laugh rumbled through his chest. "Is it? When I've been catching you like those highlights at 3 AM?"
You pushed up to look at him properly. "Still can't believe that you noticed that. "
"Bébé," his hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek, "You should know that I notice everything. Why did you think I said yes to the video?"
Your heart did that stupid flutter thing again. "Because I'm a three-time Grammy winner and it'd be good PR?"
The look he gave you was almost pitying. "You really think that's why? Still?"
Before you could answer, he moved - that athletic grace you'd watched on the field now used to flip you onto your back, hovering over you with that dangerous smile.
"I said yes," he murmured, chain dangling between you, "because I wanted to see if you were as beautiful up close as you were in those award show pictures I kept saving."
Your breath caught. "You what?"
"Mm." His lips found your neck. "Want to see my camera roll? All those screenshots of you performing? The ones where you're wearing that dress at the VMAs?"
"Aurélien—"
"The way you move on stage," he continued, voice dropping lower, "the way you command attention…"
You couldn't process this - him admitting to essentially doing the same thing you'd been doing, collecting pieces of each other from afar.
"So this," he said, pulling back to look at you with those eyes that saw too much, "is just the beginning. I told you - I'm the lion." His hand slid down your side, grip possessive. "And I chase what I want."
"And what do you want?" Your voice came out embarrassingly breathy.
That smile should be illegal. "Right now?" His lips brushed yours. "For you to stop thinking so much and let me show you exactly why I memorized every word of that song you wrote about me."
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was kissing you again, all intensity and purpose, and yeah - two weeks definitely wasn't going to be enough.
***************************************************
The Madrid morning light painted his bedroom in honey-gold streaks, warming the spaces he'd left cold when he left for training. His kiss goodbye still lingered on your forehead, along with his casual "take the other car if you want to go out" - like lending you a hundred-thousand euro vehicle was as simple as sharing coffee.
But after last night (and the night before that, and the increasingly blurred hours in between), you were content to exist in the aftermath of him. Every room held echoes - the way he'd pressed you against that wall, how his chain had caught the light as he'd lifted you onto that counter, the sound of his laugh when you'd almost knocked over that probably-expensive vase.
He'd been attentive in a way that made your chest ache, all careful questions and watching eyes. The same precision you'd analyzed in countless match footage translated to how he touched you - deliberate, focused, like every response was data to be cataloged. His perfectionist tendencies apparently extended far beyond the pitch, and you had the marks to prove it.
Speaking of Tumblr... you scrolled through your dash one last time. The theories were still flying, the thirst posts still abundant, but it felt really wrong now. Here was Aurélien making actual time for you, being intentional about pursuing you, and you had a whole account dedicated to thirsting over him? The cognitive dissonance was too much.
You wrote a quick post about "digital wellness" and noted taking a break then deleted the app. You'd properly nuke the account later - right now, you had a house to explore.
Ocho followed you through the house, his tags jingling as he padded along faithfully. The home gym where he'd filmed all those workout videos that had sent your mutuals into chaos was impressive, but seeing that motivational quote wall in the flesh? You clutched your imaginary pearls. And the mural of what looked like the 1960s Real Madrid team in the hallway? Yeah, if this was heading where you thought it was heading, you were definitely calling an interior decorator.
The media room spoke more to his age - all premium gaming setups and theater-quality everything. But the real winner was the backyard. The pool area was something out of a luxury resort catalog, and the Madrid sun hit just right on the loungers.
You settled into one, Ocho flopping at your feet, and tried to process everything. Two boyfriends in your entire life, and now here was Aurélien Tchouaméni - six feet two inches of pure "god took his time" - sliding into position to be number three? The universe was really out here making dreams come true.
Your phone lit up:
Auré: Missing you already. Dinner tonight? Unless you're too tired…
Your cheeks heated, remembering exactly why you might be tired. The way he'd switched between languages when he was too far gone to think straight, how that chain had felt cold against your heated skin, the sound he'd made when—
Another message:
Auré: I can feel you thinking about last night from here 😏
The smile that spread across your face was embarrassing. Those Tumblr manifestations had worked almost too well - your mutual followers had no idea they were manifesting their own thirsting out of existence.
******************************************************
"Aurélien," you warned, trying to keep your hand steady as you applied eyeliner, "I swear to god—"
"Mm?" His voice was all fake innocence, but his hands on your hips were anything but, squeezing your ass appreciatively as he pressed against your back. "I'm not doing anything."
The bathroom counter was cool under your palms as you leaned forward, attempting to focus on your reflection instead of how his chain was brushing against your shoulder, how his fingers were tracing the curve of your—
"I'm trying to get ready," you protested, but it came out embarrassingly breathy. "We have dinner reservations."
"We do," he agreed, pressing a kiss to your neck that definitely threatened your carefully applied foundation. "In an hour."
"Which means I need to finish my face and—" you inhaled sharply as his hands slid lower, gripping more firmly. "Aurélien."
You caught his reflection in the mirror - that dangerous smile playing at his lips as he watched you try to maintain composure. The fresh fade and fitted shirt were doing criminal things for his already unfair looks.
"You look perfect already," he murmured, and the sincerity in his voice almost distracted you from how his thumbs were now tracing maddening circles.
"You're impossible," you managed, but you were already leaning back against him, makeup brush forgotten.
His laugh rumbled through his chest. "You like impossible."
"Get out," you laughed, pushing at his chest. "Let me finish getting ready in peace."
His pout was criminally effective, but he retreated to the bedroom. Through the mirror, you watched him settle on the edge of the bed, scrolling through TikTok with casual grace. The moment you spritzed your setting spray though, he stood up like it was Pavlov's bell.
Interesting.
You filed that reaction away for later research.
It was becoming clear that Aurélien had downloaded the Complete Boyfriend Experience somewhere between your time apart. His manners were even more impeccable, his timing perfect, his attention to detail almost suspicious.
He took your hand as you descended the stairs together - another discovery about the man your mutuals had analyzed endlessly. Physical touch was definitely high on his love language list, contrary to Maha's whole dissertation about him being an acts of service guy. (The smugness of proving a mutual wrong? Unmatched.)
The stilettos made you grateful for his steady presence, his hand warm and secure in yours. At the door, he turned to Ocho, voice dropping into that French that still did things to you both in and out of the bedroom.
"Sois sage, protège la maison," he murmured, scratching behind the dog's ears. The simple command shouldn't sound that good, but here you were swooning.
He led you to the car, opening the passenger door with that fluid grace that made everything look choreographed. But there, sitting in your seat, was a red gift bag.
"Aurélien…" you breathed, picking it up before sliding in.
That smile played on his lips as he made his way to the driver's side, starting the car with practiced ease. The dopey ass grin was back on your face before you could stop it as he pulled out of the driveway.
"Are you going to open it?" he asked, one hand on the wheel while the other found its usual spot on your thigh. The Cartier and Van Cleef & Arpels bracelets on his wrist caught the streetlights, and you couldn't help staring at how right his large hand looked there, fingers splayed possessively across your skin.
The gift bag sat in your lap, full of promise. Whatever was inside - expensive or not - didn't really matter. The fact that he'd thought to get you anything at all had your heart doing that stupid flutter thing again.
You pulled out the tissue paper slowly, dragging out the moment. Aurélien's thumb traced circles on your thigh as he navigated through Madrid's evening traffic, but you could feel his attention split between the road and your reaction.
Inside was a small velvet box that made your heart stop for a second before common sense kicked in. Too soon for that kind of box. Still, your fingers trembled slightly as you opened it.
"I saw you looking at it the other day," he said softly, as you lifted out the delicate Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet - a match to one of his. "Thought we could coordinate."
The way he said it so casually, like matching thousand euro jewelry was just something you did now. Like this wasn't him essentially marking his territory in the most expensive way possible.
"You're ridiculous," you managed, but you were already holding out your wrist for him to fasten it at the next red light.
His fingers lingered on your pulse point. "You like ridiculous."
"Maybe," you admitted, watching the bracelet catch the streetlights. It looked right next to his hand on your thigh, like it belonged there. Like you belonged there.
His answering smile was knowing. "Only maybe?"
You were saved from responding by his phone lighting up with a call from Jude. He answered through the car's Bluetooth, and you settled back to listen to him switch effortlessly between English and French, discussing tactics for their next match. The way authority wrapped around his words, how naturally he took command of the conversation - yeah, you were definitely going to need to write another song.
His hand never left your thigh during the entire call, thumb still tracing those maddening patterns that made focusing on anything else impossible. The bracelet glinted with each movement, a constant reminder of how quickly this was all moving.
Two weeks suddenly felt like both forever and not nearly enough time at all.
The restaurant was exactly the kind of place you'd expect Aurélien to know about — tucked away in a historic part of Madrid, all warm lighting and exposed brick walls. Private enough that phones stayed in pockets, exclusive enough that no one batted an eye when he led you to a corner table with his hand on your lower back.
"You're staring," he murmured as you settled into your seat, that knowing smirk playing at his lips.
"You clean up nice," you shrugged, trying for casual like you hadn't been watching him all evening. The black button-down was doing criminal things for his shoulders, and the way he'd rolled up the sleeves to show off those bracelets felt deliberately calculated to drive you crazy.
"Just nice?" His eyes glinted as he reached for his water glass, chain catching the light with the movement.
"Your ego doesn't need any more feeding."
His laugh was low, private. "No? After the way you were liking my training videos? Or maybe my posts?"
The waiter's arrival saved you from having to form a coherent response to that. Aurélien ordered for both of you in perfect Spanish - another language that had no business sounding that good rolling off his tongue. You were starting to think he could read a grocery list and make it sound sexy.
"So," he said once the waiter left, his fingers finding yours across the table, "about Paris..."
Your heart did that stupid flutter thing again. "What about it?"
"I was thinking," his thumb traced your new bracelet, "maybe we start there. Then Côte d'Azur, maybe Monaco..."
"That's a lot of planning for someone who just wanted to be in my music video a few weeks ago," you echoed your words from the other day, but this time they carried a different weight.
His eyes met yours, all intensity and promise. "I told you - I'm chasing. Properly."
The way he said it, like it was just that simple. Like planning European getaways and matching jewelry and looking at you like that was the most natural progression in the world.
"You're good," you said softly, watching his bracelets catch the light as he played with your fingers.
"At what?"
"This whole..." you gestured vaguely between you. "Boyfriend thing."
His smile turned dangerous. "Is that what this is?"
You tried to pull your hand back but he held firm, that grin widening. "I mean- I didn't mean to assume-"
"No?" He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "After I've been marking my territory so obviously?"
Your breath caught. "The bracelet–"
"The bracelet," he agreed, then his eyes got that glint that usually meant trouble. "Maybe next time we'll talk about a key. Make it easier than me having to come home from training to let you in."
His phone lit up with another call - Camavinga this time - but he declined it, attention still focused entirely on you.
"You can take it," you offered, but he was already shaking his head.
"They can wait." His thumb traced your pulse point again, right below the new bracelet. "I'm busy chasing."
The waiter came back with a bottle wine and poured some in both of your glasses. You took a sip quickly, trying to calm your nerves.
"You know," he said after taking his own sip of wine, eyes never leaving yours, "I'm going to ask you properly. To be my girlfriend."
Your heart did a backflip. "Oh yeah?"
"Mm." That dangerous smile was back. "Not yet though. Want to do it right."
You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "You're really out here making men look bad, you know that?"
"How so?"
"All this," you gestured between you, at the bracelet, at everything. "The chasing, the dating, the whole... intentional thing. In 2024? In this economy?"
His thumb was still tracing patterns on your wrist, just below where the Van Cleef caught the light. "You think I'd do any less? After watching you for months?"
He made it seem like putting in effort was the most natural thing in the world (and it was). Like taking time to court properly, to build something real, wasn't a dying art. Here you were, living through dating horror stories from friends about situationships and breadcrumbing and 50/50 and men who couldn't even send proper texts, and Aurélien Tchouaméni was out here planning European trips and buying matching jewelry and talking about asking you to be his girlfriend "properly."
"You're kind of unreal, you know that?"
That smile should really be illegal. "Good unreal?"
"Don't fish for compliments," you said, but you were grinning. "Your ego is big enough."
"My ego?" He leaned forward slightly, chain catching the light. "Says the one who wrote a whole song about me?"
Your cheeks heated. "That's different."
"Is it?" His voice dropped lower, more private. "Because I have some thoughts about those lyrics..."
The look in his eyes promised you'd be hearing those thoughts in detail later.
The meal passed in a haze of excellent food and better company, but dessert? That was when Aurélien decided to be truly unfair.
He moved your chair closer to his, the scraping noise against the floor making you wince - but he didn't seem to care, too focused on closing the distance between you. The chocolate something-or-other looked incredible, but the way he picked up the spoon, eyes locked on yours? That was what had your pulse jumping.
Every movement was deliberate as he gathered a perfect bite, holding it up with the kind of precision he usually reserved for perfectly weighted passes. His eyes never left yours as you leaned forward, and the intensity in his gaze as he watched you take the bite had heat crawling up your neck.
You dabbed at your mouth with your napkin, hyper-aware of how he tracked the movement.
"Is it good?" His voice had dropped to that register that did dangerous things to your composure.
"Very–" was all you managed before his mouth was on yours, tongue sweeping in to taste the chocolate himself. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, and maybe you should've been embarrassed about kissing like this in public, but with Aurélien? All bets were off.
Those full lips of his really were criminal, and the way his stupidly handsome face looked when he finally pulled back, pupils blown and that satisfied smirk playing at his mouth? Yeah, public decency was overrated.
"Let's go back to my place," he murmured against your lips, and something in his tone had your stomach doing somersaults.
The waiter appeared almost instantly at his gesture, and you watched Aurélien handle everything with that easy command he carried on the field — getting the dessert boxed, settling the bill, all while keeping one hand on the small of your back like he couldn't bear to break contact.
The night air hit cool against your heated skin as he guided you out, his touch steady and possessive. The valet had his car waiting in minutes, perks of being Madrid royalty, you supposed. He opened your door first, naturally, and the way his eyes tracked down your body as you slid in had you feeling like prey in the best way.
The moment he settled into the driver's seat, Brent Faiyaz's voice filled the car — something about one night, about pleasure, about giving in. The universe really was testing you tonight.
You pressed your thighs together, trying to ebb off your arousal, but then his hand found your leg again. Those fingers splayed possessively across your skin, squeezing just enough to let you know he noticed your movement. Every few seconds his eyes would flick over to you, dark with promise, and the way he bit his lip when you shifted under his touch had you counting the minutes until you reached his place.
"You good?" he asked, voice rough, and the smirk playing at his lips said he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Yeah."
The fact that he could still drive this well while systematically dismantling your self-control was honestly impressive.
The drive felt endless but somehow too quick at the same time. Aurélien's hand never left your thigh, and by the time he pulled into his driveway, the tension in the car was thick enough to cut.
He moved with that controlled grace of his as he came around to open your door, but there was something darker in his eyes now, something that had your pulse racing. His chain caught the security lights as he helped you out, and the way he pulled you close — enough to feel how his chest rose and fell a bit faster than normal — had you forgetting basic motor functions.
You barely registered Ocho's excited greeting at the door, too focused on how Aurélien's hand had slid from your back to your waist, how he was looking at you like he was planning exactly how to ruin your carefully applied makeup.
"Va te coucher, Ocho," he commanded softly to the dog, and honestly? French really should not sound that good. The way the words rolled off his tongue, all authority and promise...
The door clicked shut behind you.
His hands found your hips, turning you to face him. The "AT" pendant glinted in the dim light as he leaned down, stopping just shy of your lips.
"Now," he murmured, "where were we?"
Your breath caught, heart hammering as Aurélien’s fingers dug just a little deeper into your waist. His touch was steady, deliberate — like he was taking his time, savoring the way you melted into him.
"Right about here," you murmured, tilting your chin up, letting your lips brush his just slightly. Just enough to tease.
A muscle in his jaw ticked.
His grip tightened, yanking you that last inch forward until there was nothing between you but heat. His mouth found yours in a kiss that was all possession — slow, deep, unapologetically hungry.
Ocho let out a soft chuff before trotting off, uninterested in whatever was unfolding. You, however? You were done for.
How you made it up the stairs, you didn’t know. You were only aware of the way he guided you with ease, like he owned every move you made together. By the time you reached his bedroom, your back met the closed door the moment the door clicked shut behind you. His breath warm against your skin, his hands dragging up your sides, over the fabric of your dress.
"You knew how tonight was ending," he murmured, lips grazing your jaw, fingers already working the zipper down.
You swallowed hard, exhaling shakily as the dress slipped from your shoulders, pooling at your feet. "Maybe," you admitted, voice breathy.
He smirked, the expression dark and knowing.
Then he stepped back just enough to unbutton his shirt, revealing the broad stretch of his shoulders, the sharp cut of his abs — skin warm, golden, flawless. Your breath hitched at the sight, because God, you’d seen him like this before, but it never stopped stealing the air from your lungs.
You never got tired of seeing him naked.
He was too beautiful.
Aurélien knew it too, the way he watched you watching him, his smirk deepening as he worked the belt from his pants.
Your own breathing was uneven by the time you were both bare, and then he was leading you to the bed, his hands firm on your hips, guiding you onto the mattress with a touch that felt reverent despite the heat simmering beneath it.
He leaned back against the headboard, toned thighs spread slightly as he reached over to the bedside table, retrieving a condom with an ease that sent a shiver down your spine.
You swallowed as he tore it open, sliding it on with practiced efficiency.
Then he looked at you.
His gaze was heavy, filled with promise.
"Come here," he murmured.
You crawled over to him, straddling his lap as his hands found your waist, steadying you as you settled over him. His skin was warm beneath your touch, muscles tense under your fingertips as you traced up his chest.
Aurélien pulled you closer, lips capturing yours in a kiss that was deep and unhurried, his tongue teasing against yours as his hands roamed your back. You could feel him hard against you, the sensation making your breath hitch.
His mouth moved from your lips to your jaw, then lower, trailing heat down your neck until he reached your chest. He took his time, lips and tongue tracing over the swell of your breasts before wrapping around a nipple. The sensation sent a shudder through you, a soft moan slipping past your lips as he sucked, his other hand palming your other breast, thumb circling the hardened peak.
"Aurélien," you breathed, threading your fingers through his curls.
He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending another wave of heat pooling low in your stomach. He switched to the other nipple, flicking his tongue before sucking again, his hands gripping your hips as he ground you down against him.
You whimpered at the friction, the growing ache between your thighs making you restless.
He looked up at you then, dark eyes heavy with want, lips glistening as he murmured, "Ride me."
A shiver ran down your spine at his words, at the low rasp of his voice.
You reached between you, aligning him with your entrance before sinking down slowly, gasping at the stretch, at how perfectly he filled you. Aurélien groaned, hands tightening on your waist as you took him inch by inch.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, head tilting back slightly, his grip firm as he helped guide you down. "Always so tight, bébé."
You moaned at the praise, at the delicious burn of him inside you.
He gave you a moment, fingers kneading your hips before urging you to move. You rolled your hips experimentally, exhaling sharply at the friction, at the way he stretched you just right.
"That’s it," he murmured, watching you through hooded eyes. "Take me just like that."
You set a rhythm, lifting and sinking down onto him, each roll of your hips making you both unravel a little more. His hands roamed your body, one gripping your waist, the other sliding up to cup your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple as he thrust up to meet your movements.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with breathy moans and curses in both English and French.
Aurélien’s eyes stayed on you, dark and hungry as he murmured, "Look at you… made for me, yeah?"
You whimpered, leaning forward to kiss him, the movement messy and desperate, all tongue. It reminded you of the first night you were together, when you had barely been able to keep your hands off each other, drowning in the sheer intensity of it all.
He groaned into your mouth, hands gripping your ass as he helped you move faster, deeper.
"Fuck, bébé," he rasped, voice wrecked. "You feel so good."
Your nails dug into his shoulders, chasing that high, loving how perfectly your bodies fit together — his deep brown skin against yours, slightly darker but complementing you like a missing puzzle piece.
You moaned his name, head tilting back as the pleasure built, and Aurélien took the opportunity to kiss your throat, teeth grazing your pulse.
His grip on your hips tightened before he lifted you effortlessly, his strength making your breath hitch. He shifted positions, pressing you into the mattress as he settled between your thighs, the heat of his body making you shiver in anticipation.
Aurélien’s hands slid down your legs, spreading them wider, and you hissed at the stretch. He paused, eyes flickering up to yours.
"I got you," he murmured, his lips brushing against your knee before he lifted one of your legs to rest over his shoulder. "Relax for me, bébé."
You exhaled, forcing yourself to melt into the mattress just as he rolled his hips forward, burying himself deep in one smooth thrust.
Your gasp was swallowed by his groan, the new angle sending pleasure spiking through your veins like electricity.
"Aurélien—"
He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours with a force that had you clutching at the sheets, at his arms, at anything that could anchor you. The bedframe creaked beneath you, the headboard tapping lightly against the wall with each deep stroke.
"You take me so well," he gritted out, watching where your bodies met, mesmerized by the way you stretched around him. His free hand slid down to press against your lower stomach, applying just enough pressure to make you keen. "Feel that? How deep I am?"
You could only nod, your voice caught in your throat as pleasure wracked through you.
"That’s my girl," he praised, leaning forward just enough to kiss your ankle before snapping his hips even harder, making you cry out.
The sensations were overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him as that familiar ache coiled tight in your core. Your nails raked down his back, desperate for something to hold onto as you teetered on the edge.
Aurélien’s breathing was ragged, his hands gripping your thighs as he pounded into you mercilessly. "Come for me," he urged, voice rough and commanding. "Let me feel you."
His words pushed you over the edge, pleasure crashing over you in waves as your body clenched around him, your cry of release muffled by his mouth as he kissed you through it.
"Fuck," he groaned, his rhythm stuttering as he followed right after, burying himself deep one last time before stilling, his body shuddering above you.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breaths, your bodies still tangled together as you both came down from the high.
Aurélien kissed you once, slow and languid, before pulling out carefully. He slid off the bed, disposing of the condom before returning, the mattress dipping under his weight as he pulled you into his chest.
You let him, curling against his warmth as his fingers traced lazy circles on your back.
And in that moment, as his lips pressed against your forehead and his arm tightened around your waist, you realized something.
Whatever this man wanted, whatever he needed —you were going to give it to him.
No questions asked.
……………tbd
#quainwritings#aurelien tchouameni#quain’s masterlist#aurelien tchouameni x black oc#aurelien tchouameni fanfiction#aurelien tchouameni x black reader#aurelien tchouameni x reader#aurelien tchouameni fanfic#aurelien tchouameni fic#aurelien tchouameni imagines#footballer x reader#real madrid fanfic
128 notes
·
View notes
Text
Your Hands
Summary: Joe’s hands are one of your many weaknesses. He is your weakness in only the best ways possible.
Warnings: ✨smut✨ and a little bit of fluff of course
You were craving attention, you were craving attention from your man, a specific kind of attention, but any kind would do for now.
Joe was in the office, working away at lord knows what. Probably rewatching highlights, videos from OTAs, etc. So you open the slightly cracked door and he was watching his Mac screen with an apple pen in his hand.
Joe looks up at you and a small smile graces his face.
“Hey you” he says before writing something down onto his iPad before looking back up at you.
“Hey” you smile back.
“You okay? Do you need help with anything?” He asks, lovingly.
“No, just, wanting to be near you” you say softly and he smiles at you and motions you to come in. You go and sit down in the chair in front of his desk and prop your feet up onto it.
He reaches across the desk and squeezes your ankle before going back to what he was doing which was exactly what you thought, watching videos from practice and writing down things he needs to work on.
You watch his hands as he writes on his iPad and when he twirls the pen between his fingers as he watches film. The way his fingers moved with ease and the way his veins in his hand danced every time he moved his fingers. You squeezed your thighs together, thinking about those fingers touching you, teasing you, inside you. He was turning you on and not even really doing anything, he was always good at that.
You get up from the chair and walk around the desk to him, turning his chair slightly towards you and you take your place on his lap and wrapping your arm around his shoulders. He chuckles up at you and wraps his arm around your waist, squeezing you and placing a kiss on your cheek.
“I think you want to be inside my skin” he smirks at you and you shrug your shoulders.
“Something like that” you wink and run yours fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his pretty lips.
He continues watching his screen and he rests his hand on your thigh, massaging your soft skin, as yours danced on the back of his neck.
It was normal for him to touch you like this, just out of habit, but little did he know you were getting worked up watching those damn hands move.
You weren’t as slick as you thought you were when it came to keeping how you were feeling hidden away. Joe could easily read your emotions, especially after being together as long as you two have, he knew how you were feeling before you even knew.
He felt you shift in his lap, the muscles in your thighs tightening from squeezing them together. He listened to your breathing and how it would keep ramping up along with your heart rate. He smirked to himself, knowing something has got you worked up, that you wanted to be near him but not in the innocent way he thought.
He paused his video and looked up at you, his bright blue eyes getting darker by the second.
“You okay? Do you need help with anything?” He repeats what he asked earlier but his voice now low and dark.
“Um, no, I’m good” you smile at him as best you can, the look in his eyes making your thoughts worse.
“I think you’re lying” his hand slides inbetween your thighs, but keeping his distance from the place you really wanted his hands to be.
“Joe-“
“Want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?” He leans in so his lips are brushing yours, feeling his breath on your face. God, he’s so hot.
“So I can give you what you want? What you need? Hm?” He slides his hand slightly higher up your thigh.
“Your hands” you breathe out, trying not to moan.
“Hm” he smiles smugly, squeezing your thigh with one of them.
“They always seem to be on your mind” he smirks, picking you up and setting you on top of the desk, shoving his iPad and other things out of the way.
His hands rest on your thighs, squeezing them as he presses a slow kiss to your lips.
“You are always on my mind” you admit against his lips.
“And you on mine”
He cups your cheeks and smashes his lips against yours, you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth at the contact. One of his hands slide down your abdomen and ghosts over your clothed core. You groan, wanting him to touch you. He slips his tongue into your mouth as his hand finally makes contact with your center, rubbing gentle circles over your clothed clit. You moan loudly, twirling your tongue around his and bucking your hips against his hand.
“Lift up” he orders against your lips.
You lift up your hips as he pulls your shorts down, pleased when only your shorts were between him and her.
“Love when you do that shit” he smirks, throwing your shorts on the floor.
“I know” you smirk and he raises his eyebrows at you. He looks down at you, dripping onto the desk.
“Damn baby, care if I have a taste?” He asks and you nod, giving permission.
Joe grabs your hips and scoots you more to the edge of the desk, making you squeal.
“I’ve got you” he assures you, getting down onto one of his knees, spreading your thighs apart, opening you up and leaving nothing to hide. Joe looks up at you and smiles.
“You are fucking gorgeous” he tells you and your heart swells, along with the need for him.
He places your feet on his shoulders and kisses the inside of your thighs before licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hiss at the blinding pleasure.
“Taste so good, babe” he moans against you, making your hips buck at the vibrations.
He flicks his tongue against your clit making you become a moaning mess above him. He then slips his tongue into your entrance.
“Oh shit” you whimper, your mouth falling open as he continues to thrust his tongue into you.
“Oh Joe, I’m gonna cum” you whine.
He then slips his tongue out of you, despite your protest, and presses a kiss to your clit before standing up and pressing his lips to yours again. His tongue meeting yours, moaning when you taste yourself. That’s some hot shit.
“As much as I love to make you cum with my tongue, you had a specific request that I want to make sure I follow through with” he smirks before slipping one of his thick fingers into you without warning.
“Ohhh fuck” you groan. Joe rests his forehead against yours and smiles.
“You’re so tight, babe” Joe couldn’t help but moan.
He slips a second finger into you and you gasp. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, trying to slowly build you back up.
“Want a third one?” He asks against your lips and you answer with a whimper.
He slides a third finger into you, your mouth falling open. You look down at his hand, with his fingers sliding in and out of you.
“Oh fuuuuuckkkk, Joe”
The way his arm flexed, the way the veins in his arms moved as he thrusted his fingers into you made you hot all over.
Joe started to curl his fingers inside of you, pressing into the soft tissue that made the pleasure even more intense, causing you to lose the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Joe catches you and holds your body against him.
“Joe I-“
“Cum all over my fingers, baby” he whispers into your mouth.
When he feels you clinch around his fingers, he kisses you roughly but full of passion and love. He rubs his palm against your clit and that did it for you. You scream into his mouth and you release all over his hand and onto the desk below you.
“That’s it baby” Joe pulls away, talking you down after your intense orgasm, and looks down between you two, his hand drenched in your juices.
“You are so hot” he smiles. He lifts his hand up to his mouth and sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, cleaning your essence off of them. You try to catch your breath as you watch him.
Damn it, Joe. You’re getting me hot again. You think to yourself.
He brings his index finger up to your lips. You immediately take his thick digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He watches you intently, his blue eyes watching your lips, your eyes as you look up at him through your lashes.
“I am so in love with you” he breathes out.
“And I you” you smile, kissing his ski-slope nose.
He jogs out of the room, only to come back with a warm wash cloth, gently cleaning you up, along with the desk.
“Thank you, for that” you sigh, finally catching your breath.
“Always gotta help my girl out” he winks.
You look down at his shorts, the tent in his pants looking unbearable.
“Now I think you need some help” you hop off the desk, your legs shaking and almost giving out on you, Joe, of course, being there to catch you in his strong arms.
“Let me take care of this for you” you look into his pretty eyes, your hand cupping him through his shorts.
“I won’t say no to that” he smiles.
You push him down into the desk chair and on your knees to worship his beautiful chiseled body you went, as it should be worshipped.
#joe burrow#cincinnati bengals#long hair joe#joe burrow fan fic#joe burrow fic#joe burrow x reader#joe burrow smut#joe burrow imagine
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
What it's like dating 💙 Rise!Leonardo 💙 - Headcanons and ficlet pt 2
x f!reader. CW for slight angst and for some suggestive headcanons. The ficlet is entirely self-indulgent hurt-comfort my soul needed. Read part 1 here!
Disclaimer: all my writings contemplate the turtles aged up at about their late 20s, with the reader at the same age range. Your media consumption is your own responsibility ✨ dividers by @/cafekitsune
More Ninja Turtle headcanons in my masterlist!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/b5b4f03565e78bfad6f4851ea63dad4b/ba6d3367b6359e95-bf/s540x810/420b9b1cec3c4d310acd9d5bd81f1de43f8e7326.jpg)
Leonardo surprised you one day with his singing voice. It started off with him just singing a silly tune about how happy he was to finally eat something (he was hungry that day) but he noticed the effect his singing had on you.
Since then, Leon will sing fragments of your favorite songs to you. He mostly does it when you're alone, but it doesn't stop him from dedicating song after song to you on the occasional karaoke night. Sometimes, you'll even duet with him.
Leon behaves similarly when he finds out the effect he has on you when he whispers something only you can hear. He'll of course take advantage from time to time and whisper something spicy, foreshadowing something he wants to do with you later when you're alone.
Other times he'll whisper something completely goofy in your ear. You giggle, but you still get all airy and flustered at his proximity. Leonardo loves seeing your reaction no matter what it was he whispered.
Sometimes, you forget Leonardo actually knows how to play guitar. How he does it with only three fingers is beyond you, but he's quite good. He doesn't play and sing at the same time, though. Usually it's either-or, but music has become a big part of your relationship with Leo.
He also loves when you scratch his shell. If he's feeling cheeky enough, he'll ask you to do it and he'll have the biggest, cutest smile on.
Leonardo loves his alone time with you, but when you're deeper in the relationship and your dates become calm nights spent at home, he doesn't mind letting Donnie or even Mikey tag along (so longs as you're okay with it, and obviously so long as you two aren't planning on being intimate).
If Mikey's tagging along, the date will be goofiness galore and you can be sure there's going to be some sort of physical competition involved. You love watching Leonardo compete with Mikey - Leon will always show off to impress you as if he were still courting you, but he'll also balance it with cutting his little brother some slack just to see him happy.
If Donnie's tagging along, it's similar, but with video games. You and Donnie become great friends very quickly, and most times, the date consists of you and Donnie teasing and picking on Leon.
Leonardo, of course, makes sure you'll make up for teasing him afterwards 😉
For a while, you spend every night with him in his room. Cuddling, talking, telling jokes, making out, taking it one step further, you name it. Not every night is the same, and sometimes you're both so tired that you only cuddle for a bit before falling asleep, but they're still nights spent in Leonardo's arms and you love all of them.
Leonardo will go out of his way to show you how great you are, from giving you a flower or a thingamabob he found that made him think of you to actually telling you you're amazing, usually in the form of him bragging about you to one of his brothers.
There was, however, one time when Donatello (albeit jokingly) asked you, "What do you see in this guy?"
Leonardo acted all nonchalant about it, flexing and highlighting every single awesome thing about himself, but when the laughter died down and the subject changed, you could tell he was quieter and he was making just a little less eye contact with you.
Why is she with me?
That night, you got a pizza just for you and him to share in his room and you spoiled him with his favorite Jupiter Jim movie, which you watched in bed while eating and afterwards cuddling and making out during the boring scenes. When the movie ended, you both lay in Leonardo's bed and nearly fell asleep when you heard him speak.
"I know why you're doing all this," he said.
You simply turned around and gave him a light kiss on the lips, telling him how much you love him, and you also told him not to forget that. It seemed to reassure him, and you could tell his spirits were back to their usual level the next few days.
But after some weeks, you notice Leon is a lot busier with his brothers. They train a lot harder and they go on more missions. Leonardo lets you sleep in his room and tells you not to wait up for him if he knows he'll be out with his brothers - he hates the idea of you losing sleep and being all groggy the next day all because of him.
But Leonardo also hates the idea of you wanting to spend time with him and not being there with you.
If you fall asleep while he's still out in the city, you'll eventually be woken up by the sound of him arriving at his room and lying down next to you. You never know how late it is or what happened out there, but all you hear is a heavy sigh leaving him before he falls asleep.
The following morning, you usually wake up with Leonardo clinging to you, still asleep. When he does that, you gently stroke the top of his head and hold him closer, kissing him soft enough to not wake him up.
For as long as that goes on, Leonardo wakes up and acts as if nothing were wrong. He greets you lovingly, kisses you until you're both breathless, and behaves like his usual, charming, witty self. Still, you could swear that whenever his brothers make mention of the next upcoming mission or any reference to him being the one leading the squad now, you see a hint of dread flashing through Leon's eyes just for a moment.
You always figure Leonardo will talk to you about whatever bothers him when he's ready, and in the meantime, you keep showing him affection and support in whatever ways you can. Sometimes you leave food out for him for when he returns late from a mission, other times you'll get him little gifts or cheer him on during training or while he's working out.
Leonardo never verbally thanks you for this, but you do notice how tightly he holds you after one of your gestures - and how long it takes for him to let you go.
But the time goes by and you see him becoming more tense about his position as a leader. You try to cheer him up, but all Leonardo really wants is your comfort and your warmth.
If he's too shaken up about everything, he'll sometimes try and seek respite through intimacy. Those nights are particularly passionate, but it breaks your heart to see the weight returning to his eyes when he comes down from his high.
Eventually, you verbally let Leonardo know he has your full support no matter what, and that you believe in him as a leader. When you do this, Leonardo falls silent, and though it seems he won't react at all for a few moments, he then hugs you close and you both stay there a good long while.
The first months of his leadership were hardest for him, but a string of successful missions soon help Leon build his confidence, and eventually his vibrant personality returns. It's a whole new look on him - witty and brave, charming and stoic. He will bring laughter to his loved ones and doom to his enemies.
You love that duality in Leonardo. Dammit, you love all of him.
Leonardo having a free night to spend with you instead of being off on a mission felt like a rarity and a luxury, one that you would cherish. You could tell he would too, as was obvious by the fact that you weren't getting obscene amounts of food or planning for a move marathon in his room. He'd simply told you to follow him, and in a blur, you'd greeted Hueso in his restaurant and made your way with Leon past the back - one of the many perks of his lingering friendship with Hueso - climbing up the stairs until you reached the rooftop and took the door out. It was a decently sized building, one where you'd have both a magnificent view of the city and a decent view of whatever stars could survive all the light reflecting from below.
All Leonardo carried was a couple of blankets and a thermos with some warm liquid you still had yet to discover, and two plastic cups. He had told you to dress warm, and he was wearing a coat over his shell too. With all that, you knew you were in for a calm night, despite clinging to him as he led you through the mildly sketchy mutant restaurant where you were the sore thumb sticking out. It didn't matter; you felt safe so long as you were with your Leon. There was no one you'd trust more for that.
Leonardo swiftly set the blankets down and made a comfy makeshift mattress for you both, and you both lied down on it in silence. Neither of you rushed to pour any warm beverages yet. It seemed like for the time being, all you needed was to be there in silence with each other. You could have arguably done the same in his bedroom, but you'd noticed Leonardo's silence the past few nights. You knew what he'd never say out loud, you could see it in his eyes, hear it between the words he actually spoke. Leadership was a heavy burden, one that could put pressure even on the hardest shell, no matter how much he wanted to coop himself up inside it to protect himself from all he had to face.
You shifted onto your side and looked at Leonardo as he gazed up at the night sky. "Wanna tell me what's bothering you?"
He smiled softly, and the sight made you smile too - not only was he handsome with a gorgeous smile, but for some reason, his side profile was perfectly pleasing to look at.
"I knew you'd ask," he said.
"You wouldn't have brought me out here if you didn't want me to," you said. "So... is it anything I can help with?"
Leonardo sighed. "I don't even want to think about getting you in the crossfire."
"Has it been that bad?" Your brows dropped in worry. If you'd had any idea of the missions being too dangerous, you would have reached out sooner.
"Not... bad, just..." Leonardo's voice was smooth and only slightly higher pitched, as though draped with some sort of sadness. With another sigh, he sat up and crossed his legs in front of him letting his gaze fall to the city. "Don't tell anyone, but I don't know how Raph did it. Especially back then, when we were all a mess. I was..."
"Hey," you sat up and gently rested your hand on his coated shell. "None of us were our best when we were that age."
"Raph was," Leonardo replied. "He always seemed to be. I want to ask him how he got us through so much, but..."
"It wouldn't be admitting you can't do what he did, if that's what's stopping you," you said. "Raph has faith in you, I know it."
Leonardo gave a soft exhale and let his facial features soften in a way he'd only ever let you see. "I hope it's not misplaced."
"Are you worried they'll get hurt on your watch?" You said the words like ripping off a bandaid.
In response, Leonardo looked at you with a brief fear in his eyes, a result of hearing you say out loud what he dreaded every time he led his brothers into whatever mission they had.
"It's okay," you said, rubbing your hand over his shell for comfort. "It's a valid fear. But Leon... I look at you and know that you were meant to lead this family. This team."
"They didn't choose me, Splinter did," he retaliated.
"Because Splinter sees all that you're capable of, and so do your brothers," you comforted. "And so do I."
Leonardo looked at you with a soft smile. "Really?"
"You're my champion, Leonardo," you smiled at him.
He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. He wasn't beaming with pride - his aura was that of gratitude.
"Leon, I know it sucks to doubt yourself," you said softly. "I do it too. I always like to think I'm wise for my years and really smart and then I go and mess something up and when I do, it haunts me..."
"No, don't go there," Leonardo said. "I don't want you doing this to yourself too."
"Well, I don't want you doing that to yourself either," you reached for his hand and squeezed it. "We're in this together."
As he squeezed your hand in return, Leonardo chuckled softly. "We're a little messed up, aren't we?"
You nodded with a smile. "Yeah. I guess it comes with having grown up."
Leonardo laughed more fully. "Damn right."
You looked at him again and leaned your head on his shoulder. "I mean it. You're my champion. You always will be."
He looked at you with soft eyes. "And no amount of mistakes you make will ever make me love you less."
You fought the urge to tear up at his words. "Ditto, Leon."
You both leaned in close rubbed your noses together in the sweetest manner before you locked lips for a soft kiss. When you pulled apart, your gaze drifted over to the thermos that rested next to Leonardo on the ground. "So what's in there?"
He chuckled. "Your favorite."
Your whole gaze lit up. "Beer?"
He laughed. "Your favorite warm beverage." Leonardo reached for the thermos and one of the cups. "It's decaf."
You reached for the cup of coffee and inhaled the rich scent of coffee, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "That's why you're my hero."
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/b5b4f03565e78bfad6f4851ea63dad4b/ba6d3367b6359e95-bf/s540x810/420b9b1cec3c4d310acd9d5bd81f1de43f8e7326.jpg)
Sorry the fic was so self-indulgent. I hope you enjoyed it and the headcanons too! You can see my masterlist for more if you want!
Reblogs are appreciated! 💙
#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt leonardo#tmnt 2018#tmnt aged up#rise of the tmnt#tmnt headcanons#tmnt x reader#tmnt leonardo#tmnt leo#tmnt leonardo x reader#rottmnt leo x reader#rottmnt leonardo x reader#tmnt#tmnt leo x reader
75 notes
·
View notes
Text
all the cpn for wyb’s 27th birthday part one 🎂✨
look, i’m not really sure how many parts this is gonna be but we have to start somewhere. and that is what is available for us so far. i’m sure later in the day we may have a full on photoset and more edits, plus hopefully a video, and i’m really hoping a yelfie.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/479dc96c918fb5cd8885962c6942c44b/93d44b19275a63c1-a6/s540x810/10861a6381128ee3735a478742fbc4aca816cdf2.jpg)
this is all clowning, something we have been doing for years. obvs, this is for cpn lovin turtles only!
today is a day to celebrate yibo’s life and all the good he brings to this world. feel free to scroll along if cpns is not for you. but if this is your cup of tea then go ahead and read along. ☕️
should we start with the letter? ✉️
of course we do. another heartwarming message for yibo’s day. written by someone who is obviously close to him.
Time seems to pass faster and faster. Before you can turn the pages of the past year, you have ushered in the 27th summer of your life.
the summer! HAHAHAHA! you all know that’s a keyword we love to look for. and before all these, it was a common guess that some things from xzs vlogs will be echoed here. well, the first post from that time had the caption talking about turning pages when it comes to days passing by.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/aa5608804614611a036bfb308d661997/93d44b19275a63c1-ec/s540x810/bd4f83e23c92a6bf299246e7b931f287d332be24.jpg)
This year, I know you a little better. Just like the ripples caused by a stone falling into the water, you can always bring some fresh surprises to people. You mark the shining moments in the music, and look back at your sincerity and passion in the role, witnessing your resilience and concentration.
Although there is always a time difference between people, fortunately, the morning and evening and day and night you have recorded will eventually be passed to the eyes of the next person, giving waves and excitement.
I love how the writer says they know WYB a little bit better. Years have passed and there is still something new to discover when it comes to Bobo. the imagery of the stone falling into the water which causes ripples is something we have been seeing in xzs vlog too. but i’m personally thinking of the live photo of the water.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ac5366b15694ab8c11dda75d0c547e12/93d44b19275a63c1-0f/s540x810/1c50f08f2163b90ce83c71b3bc9fb2c681a889e6.jpg)
i love how he mentions sincerity, which is a big thing between them and how they approach their work and audience. also the part about “resilience” cause i think this is something that is not highlighted that much about yibo. he has been through so much and he does so with grit and incredible resilience.
my cpn alarm bells are ringing tho with the time difference between people. i mean. 👀 well the non-cpn meaning is that it’s the difference between him shooting things and his works being seen by people. so it will take time before all his hard work will be appreciated.
the CPN tho is the difference in time between xz and wyb because of how busy they are with work. but whatever happens, they will update each other which will create that excitement.
This year, you know the world a little more. Although the itinerary is as complicated and busy as ever, you have long adapted to the way of coexisting with time and moving towards the state of mind.
The world is unpredictable, and you can calmly accept every sudden rainstorm, just like appreciating every nameless flower blooming along the way, accept imperfection, allow regrets, the mountains are high and the seas are vast, and please move forward boldly.
the first part is the same as the previous year, where the writer praises him for knowing the secret of taking it slow. for being calm despite the chaos. I feel like this is one thing that xz have always admired in yibo and hopes to be able to apply to himself too.
just appreciating every nameless flower blooming gets me because of how many times we saw flowers in xzs. that is one that always catches his eye so it’s an addition that makes it sus.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ef4de5f7bfd12ff097ca6cb70807e887/93d44b19275a63c1-7a/s540x810/6ca17ebd6d87b50a6839fbf2b4d9d0521ccad85b.jpg)
i’m also a believer that xz sees wyb as a flower, his white peony. doesn’t matter if wyb agrees with that but that’s how xz thinks of him and i find it romantic!
The experiences and meanings of growth, the wet mud, the wind carrying grit, the sunrise and sunset outside the window will all tell you: whether standing still swinging a club or preparing to strike a racket, when the ball comes, just hit it, and life is still the same.
I love this part! how the writer compares tennis to how he should approach life. just strike whatever ball comes at you in life! this tennis couple is really something else!
and the sunrise and sunset outside the window is so xz, he likes to take photos of those and share it on his weibo.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a885f719883d724d3898eecb03c0bd5a/93d44b19275a63c1-a3/s540x810/b31965c93a8f42617e797835b4b2512d7463b953.jpg)
Today is great, yesterday was also good, and tomorrow will definitely be better. The journey of the heart is endless, I wish you continue to travel between mountains and rivers, and may you grow freely!
Getting better and better! that’s both of their tagline at this point. and the mountains & rivers is one that we seen in XZS post too! the exact mountains and rivers were in the finale post of the vlog which we said is a gift of sorts to wyb.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5e49b8d3750c358175ea15de67401854/93d44b19275a63c1-d2/s540x810/f4488eb2cc284bd8db723608eae2b5a76da86c0f.jpg)
this is short and sweet! i love love love it! 💛
i’m thankful that yibo allows us to read this letter every year.
and now we move on to the art works (?)
first stop is the bday poster where he is decked out in lacoste , with that pink beanie and pink letters in the back. i swear, he has been embracing pink as his color! cause that is the color of love 💗
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7946f211510e5ec9644d8d9967df7f27/93d44b19275a63c1-8d/s540x810/960e790279b4495b72293c86ed16d7e39158df3e.jpg)
1. the font is similar to what was used before in xz’s bday.
2. i love how the second photo shared in XHS had that pink spray paint effect going on, that’s so yibo’s style! the artist really knows what yibo likes.
3. the theme seems to be blue and pink, tho the XHS one appears to be a different shade of green(?). but… the lights in p1, that’s definitely blue and pink with some violet on it. which kinda reminds me of the bisexual pride flag colors.
4. the “paint” background looks like a z and that (.) after aug is so xiao zhan! that’s kinda like his signature. it he can’t put that z. then we will see the clues in other places.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d3b9e06fb2c10744f35e3c3af61dc8de/93d44b19275a63c1-16/s1280x1920/fc3d0cbb722298ac5727a32b6c6da1c78a98c704.jpg)
5. Love how this photo was chosen by YBO! and all the colors in the letters 🌈 considering the cpn we had about this and PRIDE. also the scribbles of stars and moon! come on!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/89a857d6e948cc79c331854506b8283a/93d44b19275a63c1-97/s640x960/ae00bf747bc1eb610dd29f2b153c602f56646fb4.jpg)
that is all for now. i know there will be more interpretations and signs but this is are the ones i gathered. if there is one that really stands out, i will post about it separately. feel free to share your other cpns but i will not be able to add it to the original post!
HAPPY YIBO’S DAY 💚💚💚💚
i wish that whatever is going on your life and around you right now, you will still get to enjoy this very special day and smile. 😊
134 notes
·
View notes
Text
Xavier: Celestial Message✨Highlights
love how they've added a surreal sort of vibe to this card..a prince out of a fairy tale and you, his beloved betrothed ♡
Firstly let's take a moment to appreciate the cake. It's so adorable and beautifully adorned in Forget-me-nots, his signature flower 🥹
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/62b65c0ddb9e08c859606bc65dd81cf4/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-f8/s540x810/79c2278c855ee877184cfe6b3c81884862c4a7dc.jpg)
Secondly, the video begins with a montage of all the moments we've had with him in the Main Story and leads up to the actual intro of the birthday celebration..
NOTICE HOW THE VIDEO TRANSITIONS FROM OUR FIRST INTERACTION WHERE HE CURTLY GRABS OUR WRIST..
..TO THE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION WITH US HOLDING HANDS, GENTLY DRAGGING HIM ALONG 🥹
You are the one who asks Xavier for a dance ♡
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/aec700452ffb34866ea2b728fd71aed6/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-f7/s540x810/bd727d948ec97a6b7dbe6fa7d1973dc95be51d76.jpg)
And so..his eyes slowly lower towards your proffered hand..
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/76f77176f82948e3102072c96604d64c/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-4c/s540x810/d7a6de91ca37375a7b78aa681cefdd26e63ec621.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/29020e24e22a3d6f07094eb7f44b270b/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-cf/s540x810/58d8a46e1490f2c7165e2419ef13ad6b4b350805.jpg)
He points out how it's usually a gentleman who waits for a lady to say yes to his dance proposal, he's the one being asked.
And he happily accepts 🥹
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4df59dfbbbd9ba0ab72968e152455898/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-45/s540x810/b8a01ea9e4271e932032fb3205d7985790f2e4db.jpg)
The card is full of beautiful moments that accentuate the tenderness and romance throughout this dance 🥰
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d50594b542dd47ed2b4e6c6e1a69b317/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-25/s540x810/d8807ceed976a0c4b8e20371dffff795a2b7ff46.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/b3a24178eb3abc1df092f5174492bb6b/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-bb/s540x810/2b34e4a1305a9096fc29f7e23fab112dcfb9b870.jpg)
NOTICE HIS JOYFUL SMILE! HOODED EYES!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e9a53bdead8beffc44ce15bc5079ff6b/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-e8/s540x810/81889210c78d8abef720a24b8513323fe9527db3.jpg)
HIS SLIGHTLY FLUSHED SKIN!
he's literally glowing ✨ brimming with joy
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9e11e649eca4dbd183dd0aad367992cf/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-8e/s540x810/6a6c8c65455b257e384d60e23af68fe7715c7394.jpg)
And did you guys realize that the fountain isn't lit?
It's actually Xavier who uses his evol to light up the fountain ✨
the fountain lighting up is like a metaphor of you lighting up Xavier's life. or that Xavier lights up whenever he's with you 🥹
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e13ed5a8807b49cffc876b45318f5d81/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-e5/s540x810/8abcb318c6c0dc4e851ab5f50e47dd8be062e4b4.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/cdae5d84fbb1f0b057e33a9d07c25635/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-5b/s540x810/49b1b03cbfa34872bf188dc2f776610bdaedc4e1.jpg)
Then there it is..the moment of confession!
Try to understand that it's been around 214 years of him holding this in..🥺
And now, he finally tells you that he likes you ♡
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/83227b24ff8752111e46dc8d7ce36add/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-8d/s540x810/be0aa17b0be15771b3b733e5b74a9e04ec83c474.jpg)
THE RELIEF IN HIS GAZE AS YOU HUG HIM, ASSURING HIM THAT YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY
honestly my favourite part from this entire pv 🫶
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/92a4a1c443acc0081cc7cba64facd4d4/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-95/s540x810/1f164c869f1536cbe0d3186366aa1713f0a00d2a.jpg)
followed by a passionate and dreamy, fairytale-like kiss 😘
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/25583b3ee272d5f4aca38d84d9d19ac3/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-8a/s540x810/0d774e99fff2fdd4fd5045c2098e333c5f16c741.jpg)
And of course, as someone pointed out in an earlier post..There's a scene from the famous film Princess Diaries where Anne Hathaway says:
“when a girl gets seriously kissed, her foot kinda *pops*”
And that's exactly what we can see here..♡
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c9df6f156ae2897b5d72a1dab3d104e6/b7bfcbb6d2eca521-88/s540x810/8bcec19cd0af48170bd0c138065e99a3e557b0b6.jpg)
a deep kiss, mustering all the feelings Xavier has held for you for so long..and i love that it's you/MC who initiates the kiss, which encourages him, and further leads to 2-3 more passionate kisses 😍
BEAUTIFUL CARD OVERALL 💯
Xavier Girls, we stay winning with our man 🤭
#love and deepspace xavier#xavier love and deepspace#xavier: celestial message#love and deepspace#lads xavier#lnds xavier#l&ds xavier#love & deepspace#shen xinghui#seiya#lads#lnds#l&ds#xavier x you#xavier x mc
111 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lazy girl who? I am in my productive era🦋
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/061a08fb37732e651d2708c9d7ebe5a2/a4d7a51e7de40219-7d/s640x960/13918fe5a346b02f8d47d78a3973c61203d9c9c0.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8cc758136774e98ed18ce034bdb5e9b0/a4d7a51e7de40219-35/s640x960/94a5c0d657f48dc77e1d770945bbd2a5ae633174.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5cd5b98e995f5748b5d831dd6f79848f/a4d7a51e7de40219-17/s540x810/e8586373036be0e634820ee1c5bf28082b8e8b3f.jpg)
I have been on this long journey of trying to figure out how to find beauty in productivity and not do it just because “i have to”. Here are some tips to make your everyday life magical:
🔹Invest in a planner. IDC what anyone says, but i love waking up in the morning and organising my day. Planner helps me in organising my mind, laying out in advance what i have to do for the day, building habits, making time for fun activities etc.
🔹Make a monthly vision board instead of yearly. If not vision boards, just have a mental idea of all the goals you have to achieve for yourself to “be that girl”. Build habits accordingly, and give yourself small challenges. For example, if you want a healthy glowing skin, challenge yourself to drink 8 glasses of water everyday for 7 days and build it accordingly. Baby steps✨
🔹 Act as if you’re filming a YouTube video. If you’re like me, and you find exercising boring, what you can do is, pretend as if you’re filming a YouTube video for your subscribers. Sure, it sounds silly, but it works for me and makes me excited to do it.
🔹 Try to journal as often as possible. It doesn’t have to be elaborate. It’s something to help you keep focused on your goals and not distract you. 
🔹 Romanticise your life. This could mean anything for you. From dressing up early in the morning just to stay inside, (i mean wheres the rule that you can only dress up when you go out?) to buying cute scented candles for your room. However, it’s ur creativity your choice. I personally use apps like STOIC to record my overall day highlights at the night.
🔹 Affirmations and other manifestation techniques. Ofc, this is so important. This is what my whole blog is about.
🔹 Keep your weekends off and just unwind yourself from all the work you’ve done through the week and unwind yourself. Spend those days with family and friends.
In the end, remember not all your days are going to be 10/10 productive and it’s okay. Take baby steps. 3 months from now, you’ll thank yourself.
#productivity days#productive#law of assumption#manifesting#manifestation#neville goddard#specific person#self love#random loa thought#affirmations#edward art#relationship
161 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello… well first of all what i'm about to write might be a bit long, i apologize in advance for taking up your time. i'm actually a bit hesitant. i've asked this from other artists and they've been quite rude to me. i don't know if i'm asking for something wrong but if so please politely refuse.
i'm going through a bit of a depressing time, i'm trying to draw simple things to take my mind off things. i have no intention of becoming a professional for now, i just want to draw chibi.
that's what i asked the artists, reference. i want to draw jake sully, i need someone to guide me in a simple way. i need someone to show me the basic rules, show me how to draw thick dreadlocks. like a little guide…
i like your drawings in general but i like your chibi drawings so much differently. you draw so beautifully, especially the way you paint… i will always wonder how you do it. i don't want to steal or copy, i just want to draw chibis close to your style until i find my own style. i have no idea how to draw those hairs in different poses, head movements and i am sure there is a rule.
i don't know if i should write to you or not but you are really my favorite artist and i want my style to be close to yours. i would really be happy if you could help me, really
Hey there! 😊 First of all, I'm so happy you decided to reach out to me! I'm more than happy to answer any questions or help anyone who’s just starting out or wants to learn any techniques I can share. I recently answered some technique-related questions on my Instagram, and I’ve saved some in my highlights if you’re interested—hopefully, they’ll be useful!
I totally get how it feels to learn on your own, and sometimes just a little bit of advice can make a huge difference.
Also, just to mention, I’ve answered this question before on my IG too—about starting to draw by copying or drawing in the style of artists you like. (As long as it's not tracing or claiming others' work, of course!) I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Eventually, when you practice by using techniques and styles from different artists, you’ll start finding your own style too. I did the same thing, so no worries—you’ll find yours soon enough! 😊
Now, let's get started! I’ve made two videos—one on how to draw chibi Jake Sully, and since this is my blog where I post Sleep Token art, I also included how to draw Vessel too! 😂😂
And just a heads-up: English isn’t my first language (and I'm not great at it), and I’ve never made a video or taught anyone before. So, if anything is unclear or confusing, feel free to ask anytime—I’m happy to help! Have fun drawing! ✨ Jake Sully
youtube
Vessel
youtube
#sleep token#sleep token art#sleep token band#sleep token worship#sleep token vessel#sleep token vessel art#sleep token vessel fanart#sleep token iii art#sleep token fanart#jake sully#avatar the way of water#avatar jake#avatar quaritch#miles quaritch#avatar fanart#avatar 2#avatar twow#avatar 3
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
what’s out: pisces/12H placements have pretty feet
what’s in:
pisces/12H placements have ethereal beauty. their skin is often really supple and they have the best chances of acquiring healthy, dewy skin.
a lot of their features are soft, or are actually physically soft like soft hair, skin, etc.
they are good at acquiring what works best for them and are naturally good at figuring out their tastes and working with variety (pisces exalted in venus + sister sign virgo). no like seriously they go with what feels right to them and often get good results and a put-together appearance that feels natural to them.
because they’re so connected to what feels right (again, sister sign virgo does the same but with a different method), they often find the skincare or beauty routine that fits perfectly for them eventually. with 10/10 results ✨
on the extreme side, they are prone to oily/combination hair and sensitive skin that they have to balance (jupiter+neptune teacher/expansion ability) like i swear pisces/12H placements i know tend to go between extremes when it comes to health, like acne breakouts, their diet and intake, hair shedding, etc etc. they go through things that help them learn what’s best for them physically because they often don’t take notice until it smacks them in the face. or they suffer from poor self-confidence and esteem and have to learn from the ground up what’s best for them.
natives could have a naturally well-proportioned body with even distribution of fat. ik you see this observation with libra risings but literally libra AC’s 6H is ruled by pisces, and that house is the body, health, routine and work. pisces/12H placements just get that for free 😤💞
alluring, mysterious aura that is mainly composed of good mannerisms, posture, and striking features or striking eyes
rosy. look, i think 90% of my observations with pisces placements is that their skin fucking. glows or shines. they just have good blood circulation or smth idk it is so pretty to me. maybe that’s where the pretty feet stereotype comes from because their blood circulation is good LOL. they look radiant. they don’t need highlighters man their skin oil does that all by itself 😭
I think with 12H placements this will depend more on the sign and the planet rather than the house giving all these attributes, but the dewy skin look + alluring mannerisms is obvious with these people
owl eyes. they’re the people with the renowned ‘sanpaku’ eyes like i don’t get why neptune aspects get all these attributes but the actual sign it rules doesn’t. Or if we don’t label them with ‘sanpaku’, they just have really round eyes that again, have that soft gaze that can be really eye-catching. you know those makeup videos where they emphasise the eye wrinkles, double eyelids and eye fat and it makes them look doll-like? they have that naturally. i know.
OR, they have that heavy-lidded, hooded eye look. that’s where you hear the ‘dreamy’ gaze from.
ngl a lot of pisces/12H placements probably look like they came out from a dream but they’re also most appeared in the charts of serial killers and murderers. like sorry to get a bit dark but people assume they’re trustworthy and naturally alluring. that jupiter+neptune influence and charm (+ renowned ‘innocence’) is deadly idk why ppl sleep on this.
#pisces#pisces placements#the 12th house#the 12H#12H#12th house#12H placements#12th house placements#astrology#astrology notes#astrology observations#placements#m#my posts#beauty placements#beauty
433 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ok, here's my recap of seeing Esteban over the Singapore GP! I've been attending every Singapore GP since 2017 and have supported Esteban each year. For me the highlight from this year was finding out that not only does he recognise my face, he also knows my name. 🥹
The video above is a compilation from two days: Thursday and Saturday. Full story below the cut. 👇
PRE-RACE WEEKEND / ESTEBAN'S BIRTHDAY
I've been travelling since late July and my flight back to Singapore from Vancouver was actually on Esteban's birthday. I had already committed to editing a video to celebrate his achievements at Alpine. Some of you (bless y'all, seriously) answered my open call for art/video/message submissions and I spent the afternoon before my flight putting it together. I'm happy I got it done and I was even happier when Esteban commented thanking us for it just before I got on my plane. You can watch the video on Instagram here.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/6220a5623cabb3bb98308296bcfe808c/136e441c3e132851-ed/s540x810/9dd5a385fc441c7b51a47c9f4aeca37e6364a0b2.jpg)
THURSDAY
A.K.A. The day after I arrived back in Singapore after 2 months on the road and a 16-hour time difference. I have no idea how I wasn't severely jetlagged lol.
I got to the paddock entrance after 1pm, early enough to still get a spot in front of the barrier, but gosh there were so many people this year. Either F1 has really exploded in popularity (especially with the younger generation) or we just have more fans from overseas coming to Singapore for the race (why tho, it's so hot y'all). Luckily I had a friend with me and he was kind enough to help me take videos when Esteban arrived.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/41a4da4afd7d83b323a8e8c094efcd41/136e441c3e132851-37/s540x810/534765f4cd9b25530080ba8c17d86edd453f1f64.jpg)
My friend hadn't hit record yet so the video missed Esteban saying "good to see you again, how are you doing?", and you can scroll back up for the rest. ☺️ He thanked me after I asked if he'd seen the birthday video and then there was an awkward moment when I didn't know if we were doing a fist bump or a handshake but man's a gentleman and didn't make me feel weird about it. 🫠
I don't know why after seeing him so many times I still get nervous but I was, and I struggled to take the cap off my marker so he could sign my cap. He very kindly took it from me to open it himself but my marker betrayed me and wasn't working properly (now that I think about it, it also happened the very first time I asked him to sign my hat back in 2017 🤡). Thankfully the girl next to me offered her red marker which actually worked (though Este stabbed the life out of it first to be sure). 🙏
I initially wanted to hang around in the evening with some friends who were coming after the pitlane walk. But at 7pm it was already super crowded and I don't even know why (all the drivers, TPs and media are already in the paddock at this point and won't come out till late that night). So yeah, I just went home to not tire myself out before the race weekend actually started.
FRIDAY
I've accumulated quite a bit of merch since last year so I was bringing a different one on each day for him to sign haha. In the selfie I'm wearing a shirt he signed the day before.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/cba8e1258b8a56914e373464f6e4d298/136e441c3e132851-24/s540x810/eb95aacf42e8c84c316d7bd49d0929d40b3b7ca2.jpg)
I normally try not to take up too much of his time because he always does his best to make sure all the fans get something from him. I only had one shirt for him to sign but after he did, he continued standing in front of me so I just took out my phone for this picture and then he went on his way. Este is bestie fr. 😭🫶
I didn't hang around outside the paddock again on Friday night because I went to watch OneRepublic. ✨
SATURDAY
The best day for me because this was when I managed to get most of my selfies (including with Mick, who I missed on Thursday because he came with Esteban and obv I have priorities) and also because Esteban managed to drag the car out of Q1. 👏
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/385fb79968fb8a6cf296f7e121e4c6a7/136e441c3e132851-bb/s540x810/4d07cebb1472164072c3ec23327fefaf2ce93575.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a77837160923f52c86f81bf218769a6/136e441c3e132851-59/s540x810/9f094cd8d35ce909f6c6560f618928a8df9098de.jpg)
It was also a good day because I asked Esteban if he could write my name on the cap and as I was trying to spell it out for him, he cut me off because he knew, he just didn't see it was me at first because some guy had draped a huge flag over my friend and me for him to sign. 😭🫶
We tried to wait outside the paddock after qualifying but they started chasing us out at 12am and since they had armed police out in full view, we decided to not fk around and find out. (At previous SGPs they'd stay in the van so we never actually saw them.) Also didn't help that Esteban chose that moment to leave so people started mobbing him and even though he tried to stop at first, security physically pushed him to the exit. 🥲 (which was probably for the best tbh)
SUNDAY
I actually gave Este the wrong hat to write my name on (I wanted him to write it on the cap from his store, not the Alpine one) so I had to ask him again and he kindly obliged.
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/aff503924003a457317e223ef2597ee7/136e441c3e132851-88/s540x810/fccae9a8ac7e838643100499ab08536dc86f3819.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a68e631033a3baff4caf162b1ec37a23/136e441c3e132851-b5/s540x810/a30fc2dbe242836c25a98428770b77b92155a41d.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/cac30a8416286604e157a603081d9213/136e441c3e132851-d5/s540x810/27a376088998a95a0f20a830741cf8d83b589ea1.jpg)
That night I was lucky to catch him just before he left the circuit, there were some fans running alongside him because he wasn't stopping but he stopped when he saw me. 😭🫶 I got a quick hug and he said see you next year so I guess the greedy mfs at SGP are going to continue getting my money smh.
BONUS ESTE'S BESTIES
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e60db0b656e9856e55cf75baa72d84f/136e441c3e132851-df/s540x810/c2727f49c9a8fc42cf6887071b834a30c2ab84a4.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/89645a3504d6d622945250b107490321/136e441c3e132851-ee/s540x810/38c00b36f293bbb199d4c7c9e3e0171774b4dbcb.jpg)
Here's a picture of stuff I got signed by Este, as well as some gifts I got from other Esteban fans! And also, a picture of me and Fiq who I met for the first time on race day.
#esteban ocon#eo31#f1#singapore gp#rach at f1#in general i have to say the crowds are not it this year#like they just run all over the place and mob whoever they can get#and honestly it pisses me off because the online discourse this season has been very anti-este#but suddenly at the track people were paying more attention to him because he was one of the few drivers giving them the time of day#BUT ANYWAY#POSITIVES#can I just say I really appreciate the way he took my gift for him#with both hands???#very demure very mindful#giving asian children raised to accept angpows with both hands because it's polite#and also his sincerity whenever he says thank you pls#idk how anyone can hate him#and crazy fans aside#I love the small community I'm finding at SGP#wasn't expecting to receive gifts from other fans incl a Lewis fan I last saw in 2018?? who gave me a Lewis fan (haha)
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
07/04/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi & Rita Ora; Con O'Neill; Nathan Foad; Samba Schutte; Disability Pride Month; Fan Spotlight; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika
== Rhys Darby ==
Yet another FFXIV Tural Commercial! Please keep them coming!
Rhys was also out on July 4th for his son Finn's Great Big Cow Band's concert! He was heard saying "Merry Christmas everbody!". You can watch the whole video Finn shared on Great Big Cow Band's Instagram
Source: Great Big Cow Band's Instagram
== Taika Waititi ==
Out at a celebration of Maria Sharapova with Aman Essentals as well as at the Girls Aloud Concert with Rita!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5579d4a67a56cb850733e5466e4bca3e/ce144377b4f1e218-0c/s540x810/0657cab352753d6f25c6f9a7fef92bd0c6b59611.jpg)
Source: krisroma's Instagram
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/2a765cd3a968e52fcf51a87ced381357/ce144377b4f1e218-22/s540x810/105433388ffd85fd5eff187cf19e160e1024e4b9.jpg)
Source: amanessentials Instagram
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/bf855788a8996083b7fd4f5e9bf54689/ce144377b4f1e218-d9/s540x810/1bc6ffbd0ba07f957c93dab0a62d3ca17721b710.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/19a3d107bd1151f841354f1e87d4c3c6/ce144377b4f1e218-cd/s540x810/f01c11555945aa44650d971e496c53418b2d6d61.jpg)
Source: RitaOraHun Instagram
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a893a3eec977af7f1c5940ef1ceafb7f/ce144377b4f1e218-94/s540x810/eebae7761559aa6ef933dd2329f3ced4ecf31883.jpg)
Source: Instagram
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/14e9d781c997c61e76b19749ff3863ce/ce144377b4f1e218-67/s540x810/1a4bf69ff02018662e3a98b9a10050b6fa028cf6.jpg)
Source: kyaora29 on Twitter
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/fd876cbbf1ba337e3f0aa0420871d92f/ce144377b4f1e218-2d/s540x810/65b1880c38fa325166b89d72e95762b9ec70e88f.jpg)
Source: YulYY4 on Twitter
== Con O'Neill ==
Con's been asking everyone to #VoteTheFuckersOut and here he was reminding everyone to go out and vote in the UK! (Hey good news, they "voted the fuckers out"!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/f58da6ff45c07f06f8256755779b2d98/ce144377b4f1e218-31/s540x810/66912023685efdb553cda35a5a5c548ef50867f3.jpg)
Source: Con O Neill's Instagram
== Nathan Foad ==
Our friends over at @adoptourcrew wrote up a very lovely dedication to Nathan being one of the Hot Shots 2024 Top Writers and Script editors! Nathan loved it! You can read the article here!
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/be54c20b7bdee6baa30c1db82a41b43b/ce144377b4f1e218-69/s540x810/a7f451152b8c0f720a4c153596ba0b093c20b6b2.jpg)
Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram
== Samba Schutte ==
Samba sent some love and PSA for July 4th <3
Source: Samba Schutte Instagram
== Disability Pride Month ==
Did you know July is Disability Pride Month? I know many of our crewmates are disabled and so I wanted to highlight this pride month in honor of them. Below is a wonderful video by ChronicallyJenni on instagram. I'm including the transcription of the video as well below. Found via the lovely @a-little-revolution here on tumblr.
"It's July & that means it's Disability Pride Month! But what actually is DPM?! I didn't know until a few years ago either so here's the run down!
Disability Pride Month was born out of the disability rights movement in July 1990 to commemorate the passing of the Americans with disabilities act (ADA). It has since become a global celebration, as well as an act of protest in order to campaign for the world to be more inclusive of disabled people. The first Disability Pride Parade in the UK was held in Brighton in 2016. Whilst we love our LGBTQIA+ friends & community members, #DisabilityPrideMonth has nothing to do with LGBTQIA+ Pride, they just happen to be next to each other.
The 3 main goals of Disability Pride Month are: ✨ To change the way people think about & define disability. ✨ To break down & end the internalised shame felt by people with disabilities. ✨ To promote the belief in society that disability is a natural, beautiful part of human diversity in which people living with disabilities can take pride.
All of these things are so incredibly important & change needs to be made in wider society in regards to ableism, accessibility & representation. Especially as being disabled is one of the only minority groups anyone can find themselves in overnight. Things are improving but I long for more disability representation in the media & in governance.
It's taken me a long time to discover my self worth as a person with a disability. And, don't get me wrong, being disabled is really tough But my disability has made me stronger, more resilient , more adaptable & has helped me find myself and the things that are important to me in a way I wouldn't have experienced otherwise. It's also helped me find the most incredible friends & community across the world.
I am disabled and I am proud." Happy Disability Pride Month Lovelies! I hope you have many many good days <3
instagram
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Cast Cards =
More cast cards from @melvisik! Thank you as always hon! Today's cast cards are Jochen FitzHerbert who is "another Emmy submission 'for Outstanding Picture Editing in a Comedy Series for The Innkeeper' - AdoptOurCrew" annnnd, Pancho Cardena was a patron of Spanish Jackie's establishment in "A Gentleman Pirate"!
== Love Notes ==
Hey there lovelies! It's, well, now it's Friday cause I'm a bit late, but Happy Friday and early Saturday to the folks on the other side of the world!
I truly hope that you are doing well at the end of this week. It's been a long one to be sure, even if you've had a holiday. Remember that you are doing the best you can-- don't let anyone tell you anything different <3 Love notes are gonna be short today since I'm so late, just know we're thinking of and rooting for you <3
instagram
== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==
Tonight's theme is nose scrunches <3 Gif Courtesy of our darling Jodi! @saltpepperbeard
#ofmd daily recap#daily ofmd recap#rhys darby#taika waititi#samba schutte#Con o'neill#our flag means death#nathan foad#rita ora#great big cow band#ofmd#ofmd daily recaps#save ofmd#daily ofmd recaps#adopt our crew#disability pride month#Instagram
40 notes
·
View notes
Note
Top 5 myths/legends/folklore? :)✨
Thank you for the fun ask! ✨ (and sorry for taking so long!)
1. The Sacrifice of Iphigenia
I'm not exactly sure why, but it may be my favourite piece of Greek mythology. There's just something about it that resonates with me. I definitely prefer the versions in which Iphigenia gets saved at the last minute by Artemis (and I'm here for any potential queer readings).
I also think it's interesting how it highlights the parallels between a wedding ceremony and a ritual sacrifice (things like white colour symbolising purity, symbolic death of the bride for her old family, priest being present, a subsequent feast, even the fact that blood was technically expected in both cases). Something I've been thinking about ever since I watched the new Contrapoints video.
2. Hyacinth and Apollo
The original death of a twink! Jokes aside, it's quite a tragic story. What I find the most interesting about the myth however is how Hyacinth was mourned/celebrated during the Spartan festival of Hyacinthia. If you want to get really heretic, you could see the festival as a forerunner of some of the later Christian Easter traditions, with the whole death/rebirth motive.
3. Lady Godiva
One of the earliest examples of women getting involved in British politics!
Again, jokes aside, I do appreciate this legend because it is essentially a story of a woman taking risks for a cause that she believes in. It also brings up the idea that femininity can be used as a weapon. That is not necessarily my most favourite take of all, but it's certainly interesting - and this old English myth captures that perfectly!
also the iconography is so cool I mean--
4. The Legend of El Dorado
I definitely think that the legend of the mythical city filled with gold located somewhere in South America can tell one a lot about European colonialism. Not an expert on it by any means (though I'd love to read more about it at some point), but I really enjoyed how it was portrayed in Voltaire's Candide!
5. The Golem of Prague
Okay, obligatory hometown reference. I do find Jewish folklore genuinely fascinating, and the story of a being made of clay that came to life is perhaps the most interesting of all! Some parallels can be traced with later stories - like Frankenstein - or even with things like robots or AI, if you stretch the definition a bit.
It can be seen as a warning that technology can turn against its creator which dates all the way back to the 16th century!
(I also find it really interesting how much emphasis Jewish culture places on the power of words, and the story of the Golem is a great example of it, since words are literally what brings the golem to life).
#ask#ask game#mythology#myths#greek mythology#tagamemnon#the iliad#iphigenia#artemis#hyacinthus#apollo#lady godiva#el dorado#golem#prague#jewish folklore
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 ‼️
-----------
yes i jus changed my whole blog appearance for like no reason whatsoever :3
I AM sleepi-toasti, my imgflip friends call me toasti, and my tumblr friends call me sleepi
-----------
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Aroace
Fav colors: periwinkle, indigo, marigold orange, and black
Birthday: October 9th
-----------
Fandoms/Interests (bc I am a silly multifandom :3):
(i fixate the most over the ones highlighted in purple and the ones w the star is the ones i post abt ^^)
Gacha life/Gacha club/Gacha life 2 ★
Madagascar ★
Squid Game
Hotel Transylvania
Twenty one pilots (bc they're my favorite band teehee)
Murder Drones
-----------
GL2 OC Codes
*(will be added soon)*
-----------
I mainly post abt my hyperfixation with Madagascar, my gacha ocs, and random capcut memes no one cares about lol
Alt blog: https://www.tumblr.com/sleepi-toasti-version2
I am also on imgflip:
Link: https://imgflip.com/user/sleepi_toasti
YOU ARE ALL WONDERFUL ✨✨✨✨✨
-----------
my special tags are:
toasti answers: me answering questions
toasti found a cool challenge and reblogged it: specifically for gacha challenges
toasti joined a tag game: when i join those tag games i love sm
toasti rambles: me posting randomess teehee
toasti rambles abt madagascar: yk 😼
toasti rambles about fandoms: other fandoms I'll yap abt
toasti rambles but seriously: serious posts or maybe even vents
toasti's ocs: my gacha ocs and other ocs
-----------
MADAGASCAR AU LIST:
Villain AU
Gods and Goddesses AU
The Happiest Video Game on Earth [HVGOE] AU
New York Drones AU (the zoosters are disassembly drones and the rest of the characters are worker drones!; all of the animals are drones how they became drones idk they just are drones; the zoosters learn to not kill the other characters; no none of the md lore is in this au, the animals are just drones :3)
Office AU
Madagascar 4
If Molly was Alive AU
The Possession Chip AU (this sprouted from an idea in mada4 au that harmony was basically a coyote skin being possessed by molly (who is dead in the mada4 au) and molly would take the form of a computer chip that contains her soul as well as her insides somehow 💀; i decided to make this idea a separate au and not make the chip molly, but instead an ai who needs a physical form (kinda like murder drones's absolute solver))
Oneshots
Soulmate colors AU
Red string of fate AU
Zoochosis AU (wip)
The Carnival of Extreme Values AU
Singer-songwriter AU
Weirdcore AU
Star Melman AU (in this au, melman is the famous one instead of alex)
Original Gloria Concept AU (she was originally gonna be pregnant in the first movie but w this au i just GAVE HER a daughter (no the kid is not a melria fan child, ellie has a hippo dad but he died))
Original Gloria Concept AU × Star Melman AU (these two go so well together idk why- just the mom, the daughter, and the father figure they adopted who really doesn't have time for any of this but secretly enjoys their company)
Hippo Siblings AU (gloria and moto moto are siblings; melria and melmoto au)
Thieves AU
Genderbend AU
Humanized AU
Dragging Dolls AU (dark af; melman's dead but he's... not? and gloria sees him being alive and she tried to convince her friends but they still think he's dead; and it's called dragging dolls bc gloria is still traumatized and is DRAGGING melman's dead body around; and dw he does come back but melman and gloria stay friends despite their love for each other (melman's dead so a relationship isn't an option😭))
Herbivores are Carnivores & Carnivores are Herbivores (HACCAH) AU
The zoosters all died in some way lmao AU
Goth/Emo Melman AU (everything is the exact same except melman is EMOOOO)
TØP AU (melman is a clikkie hehehe; assume the zoosters are anthropomorphic and wear clothes like the animals in sing)
Enemies to Lovers AU (everything is the exact same except melman and gloria hate each other :3)
What Is There To Live For [WITTLF] AU (just a bunch of angst - i don't fool w this one as much as i used to)
High school AU
Swap AU
Predator and Prey AU (my first au!; based off a potential fanfic of mine; marlex au)
Medical AU (YOOOOOO the zoosters went to med school AND NOW THEY'RE ALL DOCTORS YEAHHHHH)
-----------
also uh have my old pfps
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/66701f49056231e5af90225278cc3155/1c073eb97534362d-d7/s500x750/26a4568a7de08773f2134311f079269ec93612fc.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4900993703de153f50056aae938730c8/1c073eb97534362d-77/s540x810/cf91a4a134714061ec0e398d3cc1899a8f1735f2.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e4d0ed49b99d0b679a365f91c319cab2/1c073eb97534362d-14/s400x600/5e4162ef2bba745580ff0ffcc92c1467133c580f.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ff9a5e2e3a4b0e2cc8722f7e83d8378c/1c073eb97534362d-db/s400x600/998ad72bbfaa0f799be13f807908f35ab5a06a9a.jpg)
and my old banners
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/614ad52c5d1fc6479ed868cf6b54a5c3/1c073eb97534362d-8d/s400x600/43ba2c5b68a12a0fac75faf6db132e8ceb9231e9.jpg)
i think it was this image idk i have two or three versions of this exact frame 😭
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d08ce093937a0d656e26cd3a80c0843c/1c073eb97534362d-2e/s540x810/5202794285da5fdf4318be8ce00a1672ae208a40.jpg)
this one fr only lasted two days lmao
#intro post#introduction post#toasti joined a tag game#toasti found a cool challenge and reblogged it#toasti answers#toasti rambles#toasti rambles abt madagascar#toasti rambles about fandoms#toasti rambles but seriously#toasti's ocs
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Thank you for tagging me @willesredlights , here you go 😊
10 people I’d like to get to know better ✨
A song you currently have on repeat?
A 22 song playlist with Omar’s songs. Current favourites are “Wrong” and “Girlfriend”.
Your current hyperfixation?
Reading Young Royals fanfic.
Favourite colours/aesthetics rn?
I love everything turquoise.
An album you'll never get tired of and has no skips?
Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights by HIM.
Dream date with your celebrity crush?
Ordering takeout and getting to talk about anything and everything that comes to mind.
A YouTube video you'll forever watch?
There is not one particular video although the part of the interview when Irma asked Edvin if he was into Omar irl lives in my brain rent free 😅
Something you're looking forward to?
Seeing Omar live again in February and finally meeting some friends I made through YR in the process..can’t wait 💜💜💜
If you want to take part:
@caramelpenguin @realredbanana @enjoythesilentworld @schelluminium @pagegirlintraining @oneofthosebells @glassdollls @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @invisiblewille @novamilano1
14 notes
·
View notes