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Today’s ‘Wordle’ #1244 Hints, Clues And Answer For Thursday, November 14th

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Today's Wordle answer and hints for #754 on July 13

Wardle It took the world by storm when it launched, and has kept players glued to their phone screens ever since. It’s a very simple concept for a puzzle game, but it’s a very useful game to play every day, tasked with guessing 5-letter words while offering tips on how to improve. even if you were playing Wardle Since its launch, you’ll sometimes struggle with the answer of the day. Some answers…

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Wordle today: The answer and hint for Wednesday, January 11

Wordle today: The answer and hint for Wednesday, January 11

Whether you’re looking for a helpful clue to set you on the path to the Wordle answer, hoping to find the solution to the January 11 (571) Wordle in one easily accessible place, or you’d like to read some tips and guides to improve your daily game, you’ll find all of that and more right here. After yesterday’s messy win, it was a real relief to see a green show up in the very first slot on my…

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Wordle hint today

Wordle is a word game where the goal is to remove each letter from the grid, uncovering words and phrases. Wordle posts daily word problems, which are all user-submitted, and then users try to come up with an answer for each one.

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐚 || 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . max x driver!reader ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : in which a simple can of cherry cola changes the whole dynamic of a pair of rivals relationship ; ❫

━━ ❪ . . . rivals-to-lovers imagine ❫

━━ ❪ disclaimers : fluff, kissing ❫

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past...

"Hey Max, could you grab me-"

"The day I bring you a Cherry Cola, L/N, is the day I succumb to your charms," my brows drop at the twinkle in his baby blues that always appears when he knows he pisses me off.

"And that day," his smirk causes an annoyed eye roll to feature in my gaze. "Is not today, Y/n."

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present time...

"Hey, where's Y/n ?" Mick all but rushes out to one of the engineers in the Alpha Tauri paddock, Charles right behind him, both boys sporting deep stress lines in their foreheads.

Although highly confused, the engineer still points to the back with his spanner, and in a flash the two boys are sprinting through the ruckus. By the time they shove opens Y/n's door, both are panting, Mick using the door for support as Charles leans against the doorframe beside him.

Tired, but the sight of you, in one piece with a cup Ramen in hand as you lounge on the sofa in your room, rains sweet relief over them.

"Oh merci mon Dieu," the one in red looks up with his hands clasped in thanks, trudging in with a huff as Mick shuts the door behind them.

You furrow your brows and hit pause on the Netflix show playing on your laptop. "Uh...hi ?"

Mick and Charles flank your sides, the former removing your laptop so he could sit a little closer. Their gazes feel strange today, as if inspecting you, trying trying read whatever could be running through your head. It was making you lose you appetite.

"Is there something wrong, guys ?"

"Not sure, you tell us Y/n." Mick counters, tilting his head at you, making you reel back and into your leather couch.

"You guys are being weirder than normal-"

"We hears about the announcement Y/n !" Mick shoots Charles a look, their plan of coaxing the situation out of you now long gone. "You're going to Redbull ?!"

Now your appetite is completely gone.

Setting your half-eaten cup of ramen in your lap, your drag a warm hand through your hair, sighing heavily. You assumed everyone on the grid knows now, instead of just the few people that attending the Redbull meeting just a few minutes ago. The news only hits the public next week, which gives you some time before the heat packs on from fans. Everyone will most probably be stunned since most people thought the person that would be at the current Wordl Champions side would be someone like Alex; who's won more races in their F1 career.

Instead, they chose you. Why, Christian hadn't been all that specific except for "Your potential is a striking quality you possess, Y/n,".

"So what's got your two so worried ?" you ask, a slight accusatory hint to your tone. Not that you'd think they would, they're your best friends, but there's always that underwhelming feeling of the guys on the grid not respecting you as much as they would a man.

"We were worried Max got to you first."

"Thought he would chew you out for going from his rival to his teammate." Charles adds, his fingers sweeping a few strands of your hair from your eyes and behind your ear.

Max...

He's been your rival since your Karting days. Every race you'd be neck-in-neck with him. That only really changed when you joined F1, and since then you've been far behind since his car was just always better. The rivalry turned bitter when he'd rub his success in with smirks and taunts. Then, bouncing from Haas to Alpha Tauri, your chances were looking up. Your car wasn't as fast as Redbull's, but it gave you a fighting chance. Still, you were always just short of a podium, everytime.

But something changed. Last week, you stood on the P3 podium, your first ever in your Formula 1 career, and the cheers... it was all so surreal. In the celebrations of spraying champaign that momentarily hindered your vision as chunks of droplets coated your lashes, you felt a pair of strong arms round your waist and spin your around. Charles laugh reached your ears and you joined, before he set you down and pulled you in for another tight embrace.

It was then, for the first time ever, that you caught sight of a smile on Max's face over Char's shoulder. A real smile. And it was for you. You'd never received anything but smirks and verbal jabs, and vis versa really, but a genuine smile ? You could've sworn you imagined it – until later that day, when you were alone in your room in the paddock, toweling your damp, sticky hair. There was a soft knock to your door, and you granted access, still widely attacking your hair with the towel.

"Y/n."

You froze. There was an unrecognizable tone in his voice, not his usual mocking one. Dropping the towel, you stare at the blonde, blue-eyed man in your doorway. Max's eyes flick up, and there's suddenly a humorous glint in them. You then realise how outrageous your hair must've looked.

Bringing a hand up, an embarrassing tint painting your cheeks, you do your best to smooth down the chaos. A strange noise leaves Max's lips, and when your eyes whip to look at him, he's...laughing.

Another thing you've never seen before.

"Uh, earth to Y/n."

A knock following Mick's words pull you from your deep thoughts, and all three of your heads turn to stare at the door.

"Come in."

Slowly, the swings open, the hinges groaning slightly. The doorway reveals a oddly nervous looking Max.

You could feel the boys on yours sides stiffen, and Mick sits forward slightly, his shoulders tense as he stares down Max. It's quiet, no one saying anything, and you take the opportunity to roam your gaze over him. It always annoyed you how drawn to his looks you were. His baby blue eyes always shining in the light, his blonde hair always seeming so soft to touch.

Dropping, you eyes widen at what his hands hold. A soft, almost inaudible gasp leaves your lips.

"Y/n, can we talk, please ?" Max's voice is the softest you've ever heard it. It's impossible to deny.

"Yeah," Mick rounds his head to stare at you the same time Charles does, but you send them both reassuring smiles. Nodding in okay, both boys stand, still very hesitant. You do a better job smiling this time, showing that you had no problem being alone with the Dutch. That seemed to make their shoulders less tough, and slowly, they make the leave. You don't miss the skeptical glare Mick hands Max on his way out.

Once gone, Max closes the door behind him, and you indicate with a hand towards the empty spot next to you. His smile doesn't reach his eyes like that day on the podium, but obliges. The feel of his presence so close makes your breath stutter, and your heart beat just a little faster.

You do your best to meet his gaze, but the glossy red can in his hands just steals all your attention.

Max doesn't seem to know what to say, as if he just came here completely unprepared. His thumb tags softly against the can, and the action allowed you to read the words on the can.

Another gasp, and your gently pulling the can from his hold. Turning the cold can in your hand, you fight back a smile.

Cherry Cola.

You look up, and your breath catches when Max is a lot closer than he was before. His eyes shine with nervous, pupils bouncing between yours, and your parted lips.

"Max..."

His gaze burns into yours at the sound of his name being so softly uttered from your lips. A nervous bundle of your own settles in your stomach, so you break his gaze as you open the can of Cola in your hands. You can feel intense eyes follow your every move, all the way to while you set the can against your lips and tip it for a sip.

The sweet, sugary cherry taste coats your tongue, and a delighted hum sounds in your throat. Max's eyes are fixated on your now wet lips, staring eagerly. You're too afraid to cross that line yourself, and you sit still, silently praying that Max takes that leap for the both of you. He's hesitant, until the urge is just too strong and he can practically smell the cherry on your breath.

He needs a taste.

Your breath gets stolen completely when a pair of soft lips enclose around yours, tongue prodding for entrance in a instant. Wrapped up in all that Max is you grant entrance, and the way his tongue dominates your mouth, tasting everything it has to offer, an involuntary moan escapes.

If it wasn't for the same sound Max let's out, you would've been embarrassed.

Strong hands grasp your cheeks, warm on your skin, and no part of you wants to pull away, until a thought pops into your head. Max's lips are chasing yours when you pull away, the smell of cherries thick in the air between the two of you.

"I thought you hated Cherry Cola."

Max's stares at your lips for a moment, before gazing up into your eyes. The softest look you've ever seen in them now lives there.

"And yet, trust I'll be drinking it more since it'll be reminding me of this moment."

[annebd]

i’ve often thought that the daily wordle guess list could be fun as a quick fic prompt. i finally got around to giving it a try. my guesses for the day are listed at the end, with the correct answer in bold. spoiler if you haven’t done today’s wordle. :)

Daniel is pumped. It’s the first day of summer break, and he has decided: diets be damned, they’re eating good tonight. He’ll readily admit that he’s not the world’s best cook- he’s mostly survived this far on meal prepped food from his trainers, or takeout from a rotating list of three restaurants near his place in Monaco that don’t get too annoyed with all of his allergy and dietary restriction requirements. But he’s not entirely hopeless. He can fire up a grill and throw some steak on it, and it doesn’t take too much effort to toss together a quick salad and a baked potato. Simple fare, but delicious. It’s going to be great, and he knows Max will enjoy the home cooked meal as much as he will.

He bounds into the apartment and toes off his shoes at the door while calling out, “Maximus Decimus! The gods have decided- tonight we feast! And by ‘gods,’ I mean me. I’ve decided. Steaks, baby. The shop had filets on sale.”

There’s no reply. Daniel strolls further into the apartment, poking his head into the living room, where he expects to find Max zoned into his sim rig, headphones on and unaware of the outside world. But the living room is empty, save for Sassy perched delicately on the very top of the bookshelf, cleaning her face with a paw. Daniel frowns- had Max gone out? He hadn’t mentioned anything when they’d texted earlier.

He meanders into the kitchen, dropping off the dinner supplies on the counter and giving Jimmy, who chooses that moment to weave between his legs as a quick “hello,” a scritch on the head. “Where’s your daddy wandered off to, hmm?” he asks.

Jimmy gives an unhelpful “mrow?” in response, which Daniel accepts as the best answer he’s likely to get.

He leaves the kitchen and turns to head down the short hallway towards their bedroom, where he hears the faint twinkling of music. As he gets closer and then finally pushes the door open, he realizes that the TV is on low in the background. It’s some random infomercial with a slightly overzealous flute solo as the musical accompaniment to the attempt at advertising various kitchen gadgets. Daniel didn’t realize infomercials were even a thing anymore.

The room is mostly in darkness, the curtains drawn, just a hint of late afternoon sun spilling a strip of warmth across the foot of the bed. He doesn’t see Max at first, until he notices the lump of covers on the bed slowly rising and falling. Daniel peeks over the edge of the duvet and sees a tuft of blond hair sticking out. He pulls back the corner and sees Max, sound asleep, curled into the fetal position with his hands tucked under his chin. His cheeks are flushed blush pink, and his breaths are coming slow and deep.

It’s been a long season already, and Daniel knows the bone deep exhaustion that can settle in. Max has needed this. Daniel brushes his thumb across Max’s cheek, tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. It springs right back- the fresh haircut leaving it slightly too short to be tamed in that way.

The clock on the nightstand reads 16:26. Plenty of time for a quick nap before their feast of kings. Daniel turns the TV off, sending the room into a pleasant silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic sound of Max’s breathing. Daniel rounds the other side of the bed and pulls back the covers. He slides in behind Max, fits his body around the curve of Max’s, sliding one arm over his waist to rest over his heart, and tangling their feet together. He presses a gentle kiss to Max’s shoulder.

Max stirs for a moment, offers a mumbled “hrmph?”

Daniel rubs his chest softly and shushes him. “Go back to sleep, Maxy. We’ve got time.”

They sleep.

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So could you say you feel shafted by today's wordle?

I’m going to queue this answer for tomorrow so it doesn’t spoil anyone’s Wordle: Honestly even having a hint didn’t really help me. I started with the word penis I was so sad when that wasn’t it. I did get it in four tries, but that’s pretty typical for me.

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Wordle | Today's Wordle Answer #792 #shorts | Wordle How to Play

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Nessian Week 2023 is only SEVEN DAYS AWAY 🔥 For the next seven days leading up to the event, you’ll be able to play a Nessian-themed Wordle!

Play today’s Wordle HERE!

Make sure to reblog and let us know how you did! Below the cut, you can find some hints if you need them:

Hint #1: Today's word is both a noun and an adjective.

Hint #2: Today's word has two vowels.

Hint #3: “Put your hands on the headboard.”

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My take on Nic and word play:

Given that Nic has praised her fans on being great detectives I think it is quite likely that she chooses what she posts on SM wisely with different layers of message for the GA, casual fans and hardcore fans to interpret.

It is obvious she has posted cryptic messages before, the Ratatouille being one of them - to this day no one seemed to have offered a convincing enough interpretation of this very random post.

Furthermore, Nic also has a passion for words and the English language (don’t forget her university degree), and we have seen how exceptionally eloquent she is during interviews. Her choice of words are well considered, requiring lots of thoughts and showing great awareness of what’s going on around her.

Finally Nic is known to be chronically online and she keeps up with all the latest trends and gossip on the internet, including what her fans are talking about.

With these in mind, one definitely should not overlook her SM posts and just read them for what they are, especially when there have so much dramas going on lately (papgates, HBS, L’s PR disaster and the hatred he faces).

So let’s have a look at her recent insta posts in the past couple of days and try to add some layers of meaning to them, perhaps we might be on to something? 😉

First, while we know that Nic was advocating for a good movement by reposting this in her story, could this at the same time be a plea for fans to stop the hatred towards Luke?

Then there’s the Wordle post which showed Nic is clearly proud of her achievement (she should be - that’s impressive), but has anyone looked up all the meanings of the word ‘anvil’? There’s one that sounds… really interesting:

‘You can refer to a difficult experience that changes someone or leads to something good as a particular type of anvil.’

Is it Nic’s way of assuring fans that this difficult period will lead to something good eventually? One can even interpret this further as Nic sympathising with Lukola fans who are starving in the restaurant, and promising them they will get well fed soon once S4 filming starts.

Following her Wordle post Nic posted a photo of her playing Scrabble at the pub with some Guiness coasters on the table. As any Lukola fans and they would know Guiness is Luke’s favourite drinks Is she suggesting that she is with Luke? Or is she subtly hinting that Luke is in her mind? To be fair, just the idea of entertaining these possibilities in our head is enough to lift our spirit. Maybe Nic knows the impact the post can have on us and deliberately staged her photo a certain way to keep us happy, how kind! 😉.

The words seen on the Scrabble board are also interesting. Maybe they mean something (lots of drama-triggering words: fate, dead, lied, dirt) but I try to not overthink this because with Scrabble you play what you pick so can only make certain words each round.

Finally, Nic made a rare grid post earlier today to celebrate her best friend Camilla’s birthday. This immediately made me think about Luke’s first pap walk. While L seemed to be ignoring A, refusing to hold her hand and running away when the paps appeared, Nic praised her best friend on covering her face and protect her from the paps. It seems she’s trying to tell Luke: ‘see THIS is how you treat your loved one during a pap encounter’ 🤣. Another way of looking at this post is Nic trying to tell us Luke isn’t serious with his alleged gf. Otherwise he would have protected her from the paps like Camilla did to her. So Lukola can just chill now and don’t have to worry about a L&A end game.