#you see now why i think george is like 5 years away from coming out as trans?

[skyriderwednesday]

Hi. So remember when I was getting salty about Enid Blyton books?

No?

Well I was mad about the publishing company censoring toning down George's genderfuckery in 'modernisation' efforts ten years ago.

Anyway, I got my hands on copies from 1967, and I'd just thought I'd share our introduction to George. Or rather, her mother Aunt Fanny explaining George to her cousin Anne (George herself shows up four pages later).

"But George hates being a girl, and so we have to call her George, as if she was a boy."

This book was written in 1942.

The passage introducing George in person for the first time is kind of long, so I'll transcribe that later, but for now, here's the first illustration of George, blanking her cousins Dick and Julian for calling her Georgina.

Note how she has basically the exact same facial features as Dick (the boy on the right).

[themultifanshipper]

I dunno what it is about reading about the grid hooking up with each other but boy am I HERE for it. It just makes my inner whore very feral and happy lol

Any chance I can request a Charlos x reader with 🔵 and 🔴 :)

“Dry spell? That's such bullshit!”

“It is not! I haven't had sex in months thanks to those two always hanging around me looking at any guy who approaches like they're going to murder him”

Daniel narrowed his eyes at Carlos and Charles, who were over by the bar, arguing over what kind of drink to order for you.

“interesting...”

Warnings: driver!reader, smut (obviously), threesome (obviously), sexual tension?, Daniel being a conniving little shit, tiny bit of angst? Tiny bit of fluff? Anyway Charles Top supremacy

Requested from my prompt list

Charles was your childhood friend and Carlos was your teammate. They were protective of you, that was normal. So were all the other drivers. But unfortunately it was becoming detrimental to your sex life.

“They love you. We all do, you're like an annoying little sister to us, and we would do anything to keep you out of harm's way” Daniel reasoned and you snorted into your drink.

“Right, that doesn't stop any of you from crashing into me every now and then”

He chuckled, noting the two other drivers, still bickering like children in front of a seemingly exasperated bartender.

“Oh please! You know if we caused any damage Charles and Carlos would actually murder us” he scoffed.

“Nah, they're soft at heart”

Daniel hummed as he took a swig of his own drink.

“If you're so concerned about your dry spell, why don't you ask one of them to help you out?” he grinned, biting his lip at the face you were making at him. “Oh come on, we both know neither of them would say no to you”

“I am not having sex with either of them, thank you very much!”

“Who's having sex with who?” George appeared beside you in the booth and you groaned.

“See what you've started! Daniel here thinks I should ask Charles or Carlos to have sex with me.”

George raised an eyebrow at the Australian, then frowned at you. “and the problem with that is...?”

“I am not going to ask them for fuck's sake, they're my closest friends! And besides, I don't mix business and pleasure!”

George scoffed playfully at that and you blushed “You shut your goddamn mouth George William Russell!”

He raised his hands in defense while Daniel laughed. “Didn't say a word!”

You knew Carlos and Charles would probably jump at the chance to have you. But you were happy with the relationship you had with them and you wanted to avoid ruining that by creating any jealousy between them.

“Okay, but if you had to choose one of them to sleep with, who would it be?” George asked, inconspicuously sipping his drink through a straw.

“Uhh...” you hesitated, you had to admit both options were appealing. “I think Carlos? Or... no. Yeah actually definitely Carlos, I can't fuck Charles, I've known him since we were like 5 years old, it would be way too weird”

George hummed and Daniel smirked.

“Okay then, let's make a bet. We'll distract your bodyguards so you can go off and have fun. But if you don't end your dry spell tonight, you have to ask Carlos to end it at a later date” he looked entirely too proud of himself with that idea, and when you looked at George he could barley contain the satisfied smirk adorning his own features.

“A bet?” you looked between them incredulously “What are we in highschool?”

Daniel saw Charles and Carlos finally making their way back through the crowd.

“It’s up to you, but now's your chance to slip away and go get some without them looming over you.”

Fuck it, he was right.

You finished what was left in your glass and slipped out of the booth discreetly, in the opposite direction to where the two were coming from.

Daniel's stupid challenge lurked in the back of your mind. It didn't matter if you didn’t get laid tonight, you were NOT going to ask Carlos...

“Where did she go?” Carlos asked when they got back to the table.

“We got her a drink.” Charles whined, eyes scanning the crowd.  “Tequila sunrise, her favourite”

“No.” Carlos growled “her favourite is a Long Island” he sighed and looked at the other two drivers. “This is why we need to find her, to ask her who is right and who knows her better”

George and Daniel exchanged a pointed look, and the latter cleared his throat. “She's gone to have some fun without you two bickering over her”

They scowled at that.

“But she’s not safe on her own-” “We don't bicker over her-”

“She is an adult” George held a finger up, cutting them off “She is capable of making her own decisions and it's not her fault neither of you have the balls to do anything about your obvious feelings for her”

Charles huffed and sat down, and Carlos just put the drinks on the table and stalked off to try and find you in the dense crowd.

You did end up finding a guy.

He seemed nice, was a pretty good dancer, and was staying in a hotel nearby. Unfortunately he wasn't your type at all. Short, pale, blonde and lean.

But he was drunk and gagging for it.

So you went with him anyway, but as soon as you got back to his hotel you realised he was a bit too drunk, and he passed out on the bed as soon as his head hit the pillow.

You snapped a quick picture of the guy and sent it to Daniel with the caption ‘so much for breaking the dry spell 🙄”

...

A few weeks later, you got a podium at your home race.

In a fucking Williams.

Carlos lifted you on his shoulders as the team chanted your name and sprayed you with champagne.

The moment could have lasted forever for all you cared, this was your moment.

You basked in the glory, time speeding up until all you could remember was the taste of champagne and the blurry sea of blue uniforms engulfing you.

Later on, you found yourself once again in a packed club, full of drivers and mechanics winding down after an intense double header.

But this time, you were the guest of honour. Despite Charles being the one to actually win the race, everyone was buying you drinks and congratulating you on your amazing drive.

You were very drunk, and decided to sit down for a bit, which is how you found yourself, once again, sitting in a booth with Daniel Ricciardo, and of course he remembered the text you'd sent him several weeks ago.

“So... still haven't asked Carlos then I'm guessing?” he flashed his signature grin and you groaned, already sick of this conversation.

“You know I haven't, and I'm not planning to. I value our friendship too much”

You were lying to yourself, and Daniel knew it, but before he could say anything else the man himself appeared next to you.

Carlos leaned over the table, grabbed your drink, downed it, and held out his hand to you.

“Come dance with me!”

You didn't really have a say in the matter as he dragged you away and on to the dance floor.

It was packed with people and your bodies were pressed together as the bass of the music made your heart beat faster.

The heat and the alcohol were getting to you, making you quite giddy so you instinctively wrapped your arms around Carlos' neck and grinned at him.

It had been a while since the two of you had danced together in the club, and it made your heart flutter as you remembered what Daniel had said.

Your cheeks heated up, invisible in the club lights, and leaned in closer to whisper/shout in his ear.

“I have something to ask you”

He raised an eyebrow at you in question, eyes twinkling with the flashing club lights.

“What is it hermosa?” his hands tightened slightly where they were positioned on your hips.

“It's really embarrassing” you giggled and he smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Anything you need, I'm here for you”

Your heart swelled at that. You knew Carlos, you knew he would do anything for you.

But before you could say anything another body appeared next to you, a smooth voice cutting through the noise around you.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Charles!” you slurred excitedly.

You let go of Carlos in favour of jumping into Charles’ arms, you hadn't had a chance to see him all evening.

“Congratulations on the win!” you hugged him tight and he chuckled.

“Congratulations to you! A home podium in a Williams, quite an achievement” he smiled and you blushed at the compliment.

“Bravo Charles!” Carlos clapped the Monegasque on the back, and he had a slight edge to his tone that you couldn't quite place.

“Thanks mate!” he said, flashing his beautiful smile at the older man.

Neither of them knew quite what to add to that riveting interaction, so you all just kind of swayed to the music awkwardly until Carlos spoke up in a rather clipped tone.

“So what was it you wanted to ask me about?” he was speaking to you, but the way he said it sounded like he was talking to Charles, as if he wanted the younger man to take some sort of hint.

Charles didn't though, and your eyes widened as they flitted between the two of them.

“I... uhmm” you stammered, trying to find a way to not tell Charles about what it was you needed.

Weirdly though, it wasn't you who said it.

It was Charles.

“It's okay, I know when I'm not wanted.” Charles waved dismissively. “If you want to fuck Carlos that's none of my business...”

He sounded almost sad as he turned around and made his way back through the crowd in the direction of the bar, your breath caught in your throat as you thought of calling him back over.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. How the fuck did Charles know? Were you really that obvious or did somebody tell h-...

Daniel. That fucker.

Carlos laughed, obviously thinking Charles was joking to diffuse the tension, but quickly stopped when he saw the look on your face.

You were so red even the club lights couldn't mask it, and you were avoiding his eyes.

“What- Is that what you wanted to ask me?” he asked.

You nodded shyly and his jaw dropped.

He got closer to you, crowding your space and hooked finger under your chin to force you to meet his gaze, faces only a few centimeters apart.

“Is this why you've been so tense lately? Have you been needing someone to come and fuck you properly, hmm?”

You whimpered in his hold and he grinned wolfishly before leaning in to kiss you.

The feeling of his lips was heaven.

That's the only way you could have described it.

He was so gentle yet demanding as he used the leverage he had on your jaw to open your mouth to him and he just took whatever he wanted.

Your body went numb and you clung to him, his hands moving down to cup your ass in an effort to get you even closer.

As the beat of the music got heavier, so did your movements, your hips rolling with his to the beat until anyone watching would have qualified it as indecent.

You panted into each others mouths desperately as your clawed at each other's clothes, the tension was becoming unbearable and you needed him more than you'd ever needed anything in your life.

But in the back of your mind you couldn't help thinking there was something you were forgetting.

That was confirmed when Carlos rested his forehead against yours and opened his fucking mouth.

“I'll be honest, I was not expecting this tonight.” He chuckled breathlessly “Daniel told me you were fucking Charles so I assumed I was off limits”

You froze, staring at him, and he quickly realised he might have said something he shouldn't.

“Daniel what?”

He stuttered out something unintelligible but you didn't even hear him as you grabbed his arm and dragged him through the crowd looking for Charles.

As expected, you found him next to the bar, downing shots with Lando who looked rather concerned about the older man’s state.

Just as he handed Charles a glass of water he spotted you and Carlos coming and eyed you suspiciously.

“Charles!” you started, almost stumbling and falling on him in your haste “Did Daniel tell you I wanted to fuck Carlos?!”

Lando’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up, a look of complete bewilderment on his face.

“I'm uh- I'm just gonna...” he pointed somewhere behind him and scarpered, probably for the better.

“What?” Charles said, obviously quite drunk.

“What did Daniel tell you about me and Carlos?”

He frowned angrily.

“He said you were going to fuck Carlos”

You exchanged a look with Carlos.

“And I guess what I saw on the dancefloor confirmed it” he said bitterly.

Everything about his demeanor screamed one thing.

“Are you jealous?” you and Carlos asked at the same time.

Charles looked taken aback at the question.

“Yes? Who wouldn't be? Look at you...”

“I don't understand” your head was spinning “why would Daniel tell Carlos I was fucking you, then?”

Charles frowned in confusion and eyed the booth where you'd been originally sitting with Daniel.

He was now chatting away happily with Max and Lando while you were having a crisis.

You bit your lip in thought.

“We could... prove him right” you said slowly.

The two looked at you weirdly for a second before realising what you meant.

“Come with me”

They didn't protest as you pulled them towards the dancefloor, in an area that was close enough to the booth that Daniel would be able to see you if he looked over.

Once you were in place with Carlos behind you and Charles in front, it was easy to get them to move with you to the beat of whatever was playing.

When your ass accidentally made contact with Carlos' crotch he hissed and his hands flew to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him.

Your head fell onto his shoulder as you moved together, and you looked at Charles through lidded eyes.

The man had a dark look in his eyes as he watched the interaction, and you motioned him over.

“Jealous? Come get me then” you said as seductively as you could given that you had to shout over the music.

It worked on Charles though, and he towered over you, his hands coming to rest around you waist possessively, barely an inch above Carlos' own hands.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his hips hovering close to yours but not yet breaching the barrier of your friendship.

It was then and there that you realised, you never wanted one of them if you couldn't have the other.

You slid your fingers through his belt loops and tugged roughly so that he was finally flush against you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach. You'd never been this close to Charles despite your many years of friendship and the novelty of the situation was exciting.

As you looked into each other's eyes, your faces got closer and closer.

When his lips brushed yours softly, it was like a fire ignited inside you.

You pulled him in by the back of his neck and he complied with equal fervour, plastering himself against you and whimpering a quiet ‘fuck’ against your lips as he kissed you for the first time.

Carlos’s chest rumbled against your back and you realised he was groaning at the sight, Charles pushing you against him as you made out sloppily.

He quickly glanced over to the booth and the three men were staring at you with wide eyes.

He smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You got what you wanted. Daniel is staring at us like he’s seen a ghost”

You and Charles separated to breathe and you took the opportunity to look at Daniel, but he quickly looked away and pretended he hadn't seen you.

You couldn't have that.

You kissed just under Charles' jaw, making the man shudder as your lips made their way up his neck and over to his ear and you bit it lightly.

Given your closeness, you could feel his body start to tense up and the crotch of his pants was getting tighter.

You didn't know he had an exhibitionist streak but that was certainly information you were going to use to your advantage.

There was just one last thing you needed to do.

You turned around to face Carlos, pulling him down for a scorching kiss.

When you pulled away, you panted into his ear.

“If we're going to do this, I want you to kiss Charles”

He froze and glanced at the Monegasque behind you then looked back at you questioningly. You lifted a brow and bit your lip.

His eyes followed the movement and he gulped.

“Do it, I dare you”

See, being Charles' oldest friend meant that you knew things about him that no one else did.

Such as the fact that he was very much into men and had salivated over Carlos for years.

And oddly, Carlos didn't need much convincing either as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Charles'.

The kiss started out relatively chaste, both being unsure of how the other would react, but soon enough they were making our filthily over your shoulder.

You slipped out from between them, their bodies naturally coming together as their lips, and their hips, moved in tandem.

You slipped away, back to Daniel’s booth and were proud to see him, Max and Lando with their jaws almost on the table at the sight of Charles and Carlos clutching each other and making out desperately out on the dancefloor.

Carlos's hands framed Charles’s face, pulling him into the kiss, and Charles had one hand fisted into the Spaniard's shirt, the other was tangled in his hair.

You leaned over the table, getting the three drivers' attention.

“Tell me Daniel, what were you trying to achieve here tonight?”

He stared at you, eyes flitting back to the crowd every few seconds as he stuttered out an explanation.

“I- I thought that if I told each of them you were fucking the other something would finally happen... Best case scenario you would muster up the balls to ask one of them, worst case scenario one of them would fuck you out of jealousy”

You nodded condescendingly and glanced back at the two figures now practically humping each other in the middle of the crowd, before answering.

“Well let me suggest a new scenario, I'm going to go and fuck them both.”

You straightened up and brushed yourself off before continuing.

“Have a pleasant evening Daniel. Lando. Max.” You nodded at each of them before swiftly turning on your heel and joining Charles and Carlos again to drag them outside in hopes of catching a cab.

In said cab, the windows were steaming up.

Carlos was knuckle deep in you while you took turns making out with them, and it didn't take long for you to start unraveling at the seams.

But just before you did, Charles took a hold of Carlos' wrist and pulled his hand away, taking his wet fingers into his mouth for a taste of you.

He groaned around Carlos' fingers at your sweet taste and the older man felt like he was on fire at the sight of his ex teammate eagerly sucking on his fingers.

You were writhing between them after being denied your orgasm, and you pawed at Carlos' shirt in an effort to get him to put his fingers back in you..

He chuckled at the sight of you so desperate then turned back to Charles.

“I didn't get to have a taste” he pouted mockingly, and Charles mirrored his mischievous smile as he brought his fingers to your weeping folds and pushed three in, the coldness of his rings sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

And once again, as soon as you started getting close, he took his fingers out and shoved them into Carlos's mouth.

“How's that?” he teased and the older man went nuts at getting to taste you, on Charles' fingers.

Once they were clean he wrapped a hand around Carlos' throat and pulled him in for a filthy, noisy kiss.

God, you were going to have to give the taxi driver a very generous tip.

When the three you finally got to the hotel, you couldn't keep your hands off each other all the way up to your room.

And once inside, you were thrown onto the bed and stripped of your clothes very quickly.

“So greedy...” Charles purred “You couldn't choose just one of us. You needed both...” he unbuckled his pants, shirt already long gone, and his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, hard and leaking. “Well now you're going to have both of us, and we're going to fuck you as many times as we want, right Carlos?”

Carlos nodded eagerly from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, lazily stroking himself as he watched you and Charles.

When Charles' kisses started going south, you beckoned Carlos over and took him in your hand, making him hiss, and guided his cock towards your mouth.

He threaded his hands through your hair as you let your tongue run over his sensitive skin. He tried and failed to keep his hips still, so you took him into your mouth as far as you could go and he choked on a groan as his hands tightened in your hair.

“Fuck- my god your mouth...”

You hummed at the praise and Carlos tensed and threw his head back in an effort to keep himself composed.

Meanwhile Charles had sucked a few marks into your skin and was slowly making his way up the inside of your thigh, making you shiver with anticipation.

He licked a bold stripe up your cunt and one of your hands immediately went to grip his hair between your fingers and pull him closer.

He complied eagerly, slurping up your juices as his tongue alternated between going as deep as it could inside you and circling your sensitive clit relentlessly.

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to get to the edge, and when Charles slid two fingers inside you wailed around Carlos' cock as you came, clamping down on Charles and rutting against his face desperately.

Charles looked entirely too cocky as he climbed onto the bed, face covered in your wetness, and crawled over to Carlos.

The two men crashed their lips together in a passionate exchange, Carlos moaning at your taste as Charles took control and invaded the older man's space, pushing him to lay down under him.

“Your turn” Charles panted, and gave him one last peck before making his way down Carlos' body.

“Wha- What are you-?”

He barely managed to get his sentence out before Charles had sucked his tip into his mouth and started sinking down... much further down than you'd managed given Carlos' impressive girth.

Well you knew he liked sex but by god, Charles Leclerc was a whore.

After a few bobs of his head, and a few braincells lost for Carlos, he pulled off with a pop.

“She's going to sit on your face while I open you up, okay Carlos?”

Carlos jolted slightly and his head whipped up to look at the man smirking between his legs, his wide eyes filled with confusion.

“You are what?”

Charles giggled “I'm going to fuck you Carlos.”

Carlos just opened and closed his mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water.

“What?” Charles said condescendingly “Did you think you were going to fuck me?”

“I- I don't know” Carlos admitted.

He wasn't entirely unhappy with that arrangement, but he had to admit, all the times where the sexual tension between them had been at it's peak during their years as teammates, he usually imagined it the other way around.

But he was about to get fucked by Charles Leclerc, and the thought almost overwhelmed him.

“Is that okay with you?”

Carlos head flopped back down onto the bed and he groaned.

“fuck”

You and Charles laughed.

“I'll take that as a yes” Charles gently prised his legs apart and kissed along his inner thighs.

You kneeled next to Carlos' head and smiled at him.

“May I?” you questioned, hand coming to stroke the man's cheek tenderly.

Carlos's eyes were glassy and he nodded quickly, but you tutted and leaned down to press a kiss to his chest.

“Words, Carlos”

“Yes! I want you to sit on my face, please hermosa. I need to taste you” he made grabby hands at your hips.

You smirked at his eagerness and swung a leg over his head, so that you were facing Charles, who was waiting for you to get settled before he let his tongue wander over Carlos' taint teasingly.

Once Carlos had grasped your hips and all but slammed you down on his face, Charles licked over his rim and the older man groaned against your cunt, making you buck your hips against his face involuntarily.

Very soon, Charles was several fingers in, and Carlos’ cock was leaking precum onto his own toned stomach.

Charles made a noise of satisfaction and retracted his fingers, deeming the other man ready for him, and helped your trembling body off, to change position.

You decided to get on all fours, Carlos behind you had no trouble sliding into you and your arms buckled at the stretch, so you were left with your ass up and a face full of pillows as he leaned over you, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders while he prepared himself mentally for Charles to breach him.

And when he did, Carlos let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard, and that served as encouragement to Charles, who pushed in slowly, inch by inch until you all felt like you were going to burst.

You all just breathed for a second, limbs trembling at the sensation of being joined like this, so intimately, with your closest friends.

Maybe this was the end of that friendship, and the beginning of something else, something more.

“Everyone alright?” Charles asked after a minute, and you and Carlos moaned your assent, making the Monegasque giggle.

He pulled out a fraction, then gave an experimental thrust.

Apparently, Carlos was a very noisy bottom, because every time Charles bottomed out inside him his moans increased in pitch.

Well so did yours, but this wasn't about you.

“I'm not going to last long” Carlos groaned, face contorted in pleasure at the new sensation overtaking his body.

You let out a muffled sound into the pillows that sounded like “me neither” and Charles chuckled.

He threaded his fingers through Carlos' hair and pulled, making him arch his back, and pounded into him, the angle perfect to nail his prostate dead on.

The force of his thrusts was enough to make sure Carlos' cock reached the deepest parts of you, knocking against all your good spots.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take either of you long to come at all, and you did so together. Carlos filling you up while your walls tightened and milked him for all he was worth.

When Charles pulled out of him, Carlos collapsed next to you, and the sight of you with your back arched, and Carlos' cum dribbling out of you was enough to drive Charles over the edge, fisting his cock and streaking your ass and the backs of your thighs in his own cum.

He swiped a finger through the messy mix of juices and brought it to his lips, savouring it while winking at Carlos.

The older man was staring at him with an open mouth, so Charles took that as an invitation to collect some more on his fingers and shove them between Carlos's lips, mirroring his actions from the taxi earlier.

“Jesus Christ”

You'd turned your head to see what on earth was happening, you saw Carlos' eyes roll back into his skull as Charles pressed down on his tongue to make him gag slightly.

You'd always imagined Carlos to be pretty dominant, but Charles was turning him into a lap dog before your very eyes.

“Now then” Charles snapped “are you going to clean her up while I fuck you again?”

Carlos whined and nodded, shimmying down the bed until he was level with your dripping thighs, licking a stripe up the back of one.

“Good boy” Charles purred, positioning himself back over the other man, lining himself up and leaning in close to whisper into his ear.

“And this time, I’m going to fill you  up, Carlos”

Needless to say, it was a long ass night, and the fun was only just beginning.

[russellius]

Russell reveals Verstappen threat in remarkable attack

By Chris Medland | December 5, 2024 7:06 AM ET

George Russell has launched a scathing attack on Max Verstappen following the world champion’s criticism of his conduct in the stewards’ room in Qatar.

Verstappen said he lost all respect for Russell because “I’ve never seen someone trying to screw someone over that hard”, as the Dutchman received a one-place grid penalty for driving too slowly in qualifying. Verstappen made even stronger comments to Dutch television post-race, but Russell claims the four-time world champion then threatened to intentionally take him out of the race.

“I find it all quite ironic seeing as Saturday night he said he was going to purposefully go out of his way to crash into me and ‘put me on my f****** head in the wall’,” Russell told select media including RACER. “So to question somebody’s integrity as a person, while saying comments like that the day before, I find is very ironic, and I’m not going to sit here and accept it.

“People have been bullied by Max for years now, and you can’t question his driving abilities. But he cannot deal with adversity. Whenever anything has gone against him – Jeddah ’21, Brazil ’21 – he lashes out. Budapest this year, the very first race the car wasn’t dominant, crashing into Lewis, slamming his team…

“For me, those comments on Saturday night and Sunday were totally disrespectful and unnecessary. Because what happens on track, we fight hard, that’s part of racing. What happens in the stewards’ room, you fight hard, but it’s never personal. But he’s taken it too far now.”

Fully recounting the interaction between the two, Russell added: “ to me privately, straight out of the stewards.

“He said, ‘I don’t know why you would want to screw me like this, I’m so disappointed in you. I was going to not even race you tomorrow, I was going to let you by, but now if I have to, I will purposely go out of my way to put you on your f****** head in the wall.’ So I don’t understand why he was so unnecessarily aggressive and violent in that regard.”

While unaware of Russell’s latest response, Verstappen doubled-down on his comments from Qatar during an Abu Dhabi Grand Prix press conference. But beyond the verbal exchanges, the Mercedes drivers says he also takes exception to the way Verstappen races.

“(I’m speaking out) because he’s come out in the media, and I feel has disrespected me as a driver,” said Russell. “I’ve known him for 12 years, we’ve had respect with one another beforehand. We’ve never had any collisions or… In the junior categories, he was always one – Max is a year older than me, so we only crossed paths once, 2011 but we never really had any sort of comings together.

“But we’ve got a guy who’s on the top of this sport who feels he’s above the law, and I don’t think that’s right.

“I admire his on-track battles, and when he’s hard and aggressive. But what we saw in the end of the season in ’21 or what we saw in Mexico with Lando, they weren’t hard, aggressive maneuvers. They were ‘do or die. I’m willing to take this guy out’. Which I don’t think is the way we should go racing.

“I honestly just want to set the record straight, to be honest. Because it’s just a total double standard that he has for the regulations, and just thinking that he is above everybody else.

“So it’s not me trying to assert my leadership style or anything. It’s just somebody has come out and said that I’m a two-faced motherf****r, and he’s entitled to his own opinions. But coming out and saying that publicly, and slamming me publicly, I’m just not going to accept it, and I’m going to tell people what the reality was.

“He pushes himself to the absolute limit week in, week out, and in 95 percent of the scenarios, that is incredible to see, and I respect him for that 95 percent. But there have been incidents that have gone unpunished. Maybe that is why he thinks he can get away with murder. But that is not the world we live in, and actions have consequences.”

Russell also says he lost respect for the way Verstappen has handled adversity at times this season, again citing the Hungarian Grand Prix where the Red Bull driver was extremely vocal on team radio. 

“It can’t just keep going on like that. For me, it’s interesting, this whole regard with him and his own team,” he said. “They’re doing their utmost to get Horner out of Red Bull, but at the very first race that he wasn’t competitive, he was absolutely slamming his team, and I know for a fact the week after, a quarter of his engineering team were sending their CVs to Mercedes, to McLaren, to Aston.

“So I don’t respect somebody who doesn’t appreciate those who have given him the chance to perform, because these last 12 races, he has had a car that is of normal competitiveness, and he’s been in the fight the same way as myself, Lewis (Hamilton), Charles (Leclerc), Carlos (Sainz), Lando and (Oscar) Piastri have been. And that’s how it should be.

“I feel like we all need to lead by example here. He’s the biggest, most successful guy in the sport for the last couple of years. He can do what he wants in his own business, but when he starts throwing comments around like he did on Sunday night about me, I’m not just going to sit there and accept it.”

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United States 2018

-Just me trying to get familiar with this circuit before the weekend

-Oh also I’ve just realized they’ve finally added the halo this season

-Charles going up to Q3 in a Sauber, I know a qualifying genius when I see one

-Whyyy is Max starting p18

-Can I manifest a Daniel podium here or is that too ambitious?

-“This could be Kimi Raikkonen’s last chance to win a race with Ferrari” MAYBE he’d have had more chances if he didn’t have to always play the team game

-YESSS KIMI

-One Ferrari having a great start and another spinning around 90 degrees

-Wow people have already pitted lap one

-Wow Max is already up to p9

-Dammit Charles is down to p17

-Alonso out??

-Renault is 4th in the constructors?? How on earth!

-Red Bull is having a great race right now, I have an eerie feeling that’s all going to go away very soon

-“Lewis can win the championship today if he out scores Vettel by 8 points” I always somehow end up watching championship deciding races without meaning to

-Would be cool to see him win his 5th championship here though

-Yeahh, the feeling was right, Daniel is out

-“The man who smiles the biggest of all when he comes to Texas” AND HE WONT EVEN BE THERE THIS YEAR

-Screw you RB, VCarb and literally everyone else

-Virtual safety car and no one in the pit lane?

-Oh never mind, there’s a few people

-Oh is Lewis coming in too?

-Ahahah that bluff from Kimi

-Did Checo and Ocon ever stop squabbling? The answer I think, is no

-Somehow Max always makes overtaking a bunch of cars look so easy. How did he go up 14 whole positions that fast?

-“Let’s not do anything stupid” Yes Kimi!

-Let’s go!!! That was great defense!!!

-Ohmygod why defend like that only to pit

-Okay I’m just going to trust…the Ferrari strategists

-Going to un-curse RB for a second because that was some great strategy

-Please for once tell Sebastian to let Kimi through

-Yesss

-Verstappen p3!

-Sainz steadily making his way up the points

-It’s so funny watching the leaderboard and seeing Carlos fight Hartley and go from p9 to p8 to p8 to p9 while the commentators just talk about something else completely

-Sadly Charles has not gone up from p16

-George Russell!!

-Ah Charles has retired

-Ferrari playing the long game and it actually paying off??

-Lewis pitting, which apparently means the championship won’t be decided this race

-He came out p4 behind Bottas, which probably means he’ll get past him quite easily

-I actually need Kimi to win this race

“2044 days since he’s last won a race” Yes please win again now

-How are there 15 more laps? This race feels like it should be over now

-Max Verstappen: an interference for championship contenders since 2016

-Come on Sebastian, close that gap

-“Wouldn’t it be great for the romantics out there if Kimi wins the race here” Yes, yes it would be

-Oh god the top three are so close together

-“He’d actually be able to drink the champagne in the United States legally, because he’s 21 now” Haha

-So close togetherrrr

-This is nerve wracking

-Those zig-zag turns (I think turns 6-8) make everything look so much cooler

-Completely forgot there are others in this race aside from these three

-I’ve been trying not to say anything about Nico this whole time so as to not jinx him finally doing well, but there are only 5 more laps to go, so I should be okay (I hope)

-Anyway, Nico p6!!!!!

-Renault in general is doing well rn

-Carlos is right behind in p7

-If Lewis gets past Max, he wins the world championship

-I hope he doesn’t cause I need Kimi’s win to not be overshadowed rn

-Lewis can win the championship in the next race

-Milly Bobby Brown?? What are you doing here??

-Ohmygod!!! I don’t even have any words!! That fight between Lewis and Max was everything!! I had my hand over my mouth the whole time!!! I actually kinda need to see that again!

-Ohmygod Valterri going wide right after Lewis did, Sebastian up to p4

-Kimi Raikkonen Race Winner!!!!!!!

-Those last few laps were everything!!!!!!!

-Aww Kimi taking a moment in the car

-I’m almost in tears, that was amazing!!!

-Not Kimi asking Lewis if he won the championship or not 😂😂

-Aww the mechanics singing the Italian national anthem with such enthusiasm (reminds me of Monza this year)

-This race turned around so fast, it was actually perfect

[not-alien-girl-v]

I am BEGGING for a part two to the George fic, please please PLEASE let her have happiness with matty have we not suffered enough???

Everything I Didn't Say (Matty Healy)

Part 1 is right here read it first

Warning: idk

Note: i have 2 active crushes rn this is so upsetting i feel like a 13 year old girl writing in my diary

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Hesitantly, she approaches Matty, no idea of what is next to come.

He seems equally unsure. Hands grasping at nothing by his sides, clenching, unclenching, folding up lightly then releasing. He looks over her shoulder, at Ross and Adam, looking close to opening a bag of popcorn, anticipating every next movement from the two before them.

Not today, not now, Matty thinks to himself, and gives the boys a look that is easily translated to 'head out now, lads.' They understand, a bit disappointed, as the both of them have been waiting on something to happen with the dreaded love triangle for as long as its existed. They had to endure every painful moment with them, and now they can't be present for the grand finale?

Alas, this was their friends lives, not a TV show they've been binge watching for years on end, so they file out of the room without a word, trying to go unnoticed, not bothering either of the people left standing there, staring at each other with pained expressions.

"So," she starts, though she feels as though Matty has more to say to her than she does to him at this point. It's a complicated thing they have going here. She just witnessed the years-long crush dissolve into vapor right before her eyes in a millisecond, only to find out Matty has been equally as pathetic, perhaps even more so, about her as she has been this whole time.

Does she see him like that? She doesn't not see him like that. To be honest, all 4 of the boys she calls her best friends are all wildly attractive, it makes her wonder how she ended up having a crush on George in the first place. Why not anyone else?

The simple truth is that upon meeting the boys, she was a bit starstruck just by the sight of them. Adam was quiet, distanced in a friendly manner, not one that spoke 'I don't like you' to her, but just in the matter that that's the way he is as a person. She observed him closely for a while. He's like this with everyone else he knows, minus his long-term girlfriend, Carly, which is the main reason Adam wasn't the one to catch her eyes in a romantic sense in the beginning.

Ross was gentle, kind, funny, but more than that, he was an amazing friend, and perhaps if he had gotten close enough to her as George did in a platonic sense, he could have easily caught her attention.

And Matty was a mess. Still is. Probably always will be. He's loud, he's warm, for lack of better words, he's welcoming. But he was also messy. That's not to say she didn't care deeply for him. She loved him more than life itself. In all the times George turned inexplicably sour, Matty was always there, sweet as ever.

She hates that when she thinks of Matty, the first word that comes to mind is 'messy.' But it's the whole truth. He's never kept a solid relationship for more than about 2 weeks, and he always seems to leave a branding mark on the women he surrounds himself with in a romantic sense. Branded, burning, on fire.

It scared her more than she liked to admit. She tried not to think about herself in a different timeline, having been dating Matty for years now, letting him do unforgivable things and then forgiving him each time in the name of 'love.'

When she met George, he was single, approachable, and all over her. It didn't take long for feelings to arise. He didn't scare her like Matty, wasn't aloof like Adam, and seemed to pay closer attention to her than Ross.

But it's all out the window now. Out the door, into a car, down the street, and far, far away.

What remains is Matty, eyes dripping with pain, love, infatuation, and some tears in the mix as well. He could never help but cry at the slightest sign of emotion.

"Y/N." He says it plainly, like he doesn't plan on elaborating, but she wishes to any higher power that he does. She's unsure about how to go about this, and she can't do it alone, without his help.

When she waits a moment and he actually doesn't continue, she sprouts conversation from her mouth, "you like me."

"I love you."

Whatever words she had stored in her throat are gone now.

"Listen to me, okay? If you don't feel the same, if you don't feel for me in the way I do you, I won't be mad. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. If I could change things, I swear to you, I would. But I had to say what I did, I couldn't continue biting my tongue about you, you just make me so-"

"Crazy?" She jokes, quietly, feeling smaller than a mouse. She wishes she had some magic way to regain enough confidence for this conversation.

"I was going to say 'passionate'. But sure, crazy works too. I did mean it though, everything I said. I have loved you for longer than I can remember, and I am so sorry I waited so long to tell you. I'm sorry things ended up like they did, like they are, it's no fair to you and you don't deserve any of this and it's all my fault and-"

"Stop," there it is, that hint of confidence on her tongue, charging behind her teeth where she lays her words to rest.

"What?"

"Stop that. Apologizing. None of this is your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for."

They're still standing face to face in the kitchen, about 2 or 3 feet away.

"What do you want to do now? It's your choice, love, not mine, I won't force you into anything, ever. If you want to forget about this, forget I ever said anything, pretend nothing ever happened? That's okay. I'll do whatever you want me to."

She looks around the room, feeling heavy. "I want to sit down. With you. Talk about this." He nods, and walks over to the table, pulling out a chair that she expects him to sit in, but he looks at her, waiting, and she comes to realize it's for her. "Thanks."

He takes a seat opposite her at the table. He has no words, only gazing, impatient eyes, ready to drink any and every word she has to tell him. Hopelessly devoted. Deeply in love. How did she never notice this before? The way he looks at her, heavy and pained.

"I love you, Matty. I'm scared. You scare me."

"What have I done, darling? Was it when I hit George, said all those awful things to him, because I swear to you, no matter what happens in our future, I would never, never treat you in such a way."

She shakes her head, eyes down at the table. "No. It's not that. It's... it's hard to explain. The woman who have loved you, the ones who you give your love to, they're never satisfied with you. Never happy, never for long. Why? Because it's a problem I've noticed, and it scares me. To be one of those women, forever changed, I'm scared."

He purses his lips, finally breaking his longing gaze to look down at his fiddling fingers resting together on the table. He aches to take her into him, just a sliver of her, a tiny piece into his hands to hold on to. He knows better, though.

"I suppose you deserve the entire truth, everything I didn't say."

He breathes in like he's about to give a heartfelt speech, and maybe it's not far from the truth.

"The issue has always been you. I'm not blaming you for anything, this is not your fault, it's mine. Completely mine. I've felt so deeply for you for so long, and you've always been out of my reach, far away from me, so I tried to move on. To something else, somebody else, and it never worked out. Fuck, nobody wants to date a guy who's too pathetically into his best friend to maintain a meaningful relationship with anyone else. It's you. It's always been you."

"I'll admit, I've done wrong by too many women due to this. I've let some get too close to me, closer than they should have been for their own benefit, because after a given amount of time, they all came to understand me, see me for who I really was, my motives for everything, and they never liked what they found."

"So it really was me? Through everything?" She steals a glance at his handsome face, coming to find him looking up at her again.

"Of course. It always will be, I'm afraid. But I'm sorry for causing you to think of me so lowly. If I had a way to tell you about all of this before, I would have done it."

She smiles, without much happiness or joy, almost in sorrow, pained to see how much he's hurting over this. "What did I say about apologizing?"

He smiles back, but is at a loss for words now. There it is, the world's most awkward silences. How is she supposed to move on from this?

After too long of neither saying anything, he speaks up, voice shaking, and she can tell the tears are streaming down his face. It stabs her roughly, she wants to wipe them away and hold onto him tightly and tell him everything will be okay and-

"I don't think we should be friends anymore."

"Wait, what?" She is so shocked, she feels as though her jaw is on the literal floor.

"I know I said I wouldn't be mad, no matter what. But either way, for my own sake, I think I need distance. From you. Again, not your fault. This is me being selfish, doing something purely for my own benefit. But will you allow me this tiny piece of self-indulgence? Allow me the distance? I think it would be best." He chews on the inside of his lip, mouth curved into a frown. "Please?"

Before she can make any sense of anything, he's already stood up, standing by the doorway. She gets this sinking feeling that if she lets him disappear out of it today, she may never see him again, or she'd regret it until the day she dies, or worse, both.

"Fuck no," she stands too, grabbing his wrist in attempt to keep him near, hoping she doesn't have to revert to clawing and crying and begging him not to leave, but she feels prepared to do so if necessary.

She loves him. That much is for certain. The shock of the situation made her feelings hard to see through, but seeing him there, about to walk out the door on her for the foreseeable future, it puts everything into perspetive.

She loves him, she wants him, she needs him, and she's never letting him leave.

On some odd instinct, some impulse buried deep inside of her that only comes out in the most dire of moments, she grabs him forcefully by the back of his neck, curls squished under the weight of her heavy, gripping fingers, and pulls her lips to his.

It's one hell of a first kiss. She's instantly incinerated, entire body burning, stemming from her lips which are messily pressed to his in desperation, and he stands still for a few moments, letting himself be kissed, in shock, she hopes. Finally, his hands come to meet the sides of her head, holding her in place firmly, and he kisses her back with just as much force, as much passion. She hopes she never has to let him out of her grasp.

He pulls away first, both his hands slipping down to rest on either of her shoulders, and she reaches a knuckle up to gently wipe streaming, hot tears from his face.

"I won't let you leave, not today, not ever." He nods with every word she speaks, like he's drunk on her cadence.

She goes back in for another kiss, hoping to reignite herself, but he dodges it. "Wait, what does this mean? For us? What's going to happen next?"

She holds his gaze with intensity. "Next, you're going to kiss me more. After that, you're gonna drive me home. And tomorrow, you're going to take me on our first date. We can figure it all out from there. But for now, I just want you."

He nods, smiles, no smugness or cockiness behind it, which is so unlike him, "I want you too," he is so sincere her heart aches to hear him whisper it onto her lips.

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[mastermindmiko]

Rainy dancing

pairing: Percy Weasley + gn!reader

Word count: 1338

summary: dancing with Percy in the rain and relationship head cannons 

Trigger warnings: sexual innuendos and being horny? 

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Percy is a study addict, and measures his self worth by his grades. So he’s pretty busy, and being the Head Boy comes with it’s privileges; which he definitely abuses when it comes to you. 

All the Weasley kids are always horny, but the most horny out of all of them are Fred, Bill and Percy. 

First of all he has his own room being head boy, so you know what that means ;) 

It means you guys cuddle A LOT together EVERY NIGHT. 

Secondly, you guys go to the prefect's bathroom and shower together all the time as well. 

Thirdly, at the beginning of the year Percy has to go to the Prefects carriage; but after an entire summer of not seeing you and only owling you, you can definitely be sure that some things are rushed during the meeting. 

After the meetings finish, he waits in the carriage while you come to greet him, and it’s a very um 'heart warming and cute’ welcome every time. When someone asks him why he’s waiting in the carriage he just uses some excuse like “I’m just tying my shoelaces, It’s really hard and sometimes takes a lot of time.” 

If by 5 minutes you don’t come to see him, he will come find you with your friends in your carriage and will motion for you to come see him; and you’ll give your friends the excuse of “I need to go change into my school uniform.” Even though when you both get together in the train’s bathroom it involves a lot more undressing than dressing, some first years were traumatized by the sounds that came out of the toilet. 

Despite all the hornyness that is in his body, he’s actually really cute. Like George, he really likes dancing; he likes to dance with you in the library or in his dorm or in the rain. He won’t tell you that, but he really likes dancing with you. 

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“Come on, percy.” you yelled, as she stepped out into the rain; out in the Hogwarts’ courtyard. Percy was already on edge because it was past curfew and he was supposed to be doing his rounds. 

He had suggested spending time with you, and by that he meant for you to walk with him while he does his rounds. You, however, noticed that it was raining and realised that you wanted to go into the rain.

“In the rain?! No!” Percy yelled as he looked at you as if you were a psychopath. 

“Come on!” you yelled once again, as you walked to him from the rain; already soaking wet from it. 

“No! I’ll get cold and sick and I'll fail.” Percy folded his arms, as he looked away from you. He -as always- studied really hard, and there were tests in 2 days. 

“Just for a little bit.” you said as you stood in front of him and grabbed his chin. You made him look at you as you made a pouty face, trying to convince him.

“Fine, but if I get sick, I will hex you.” He agreed after letting out multiple huffing sounds and a lot of contemplation. 

You grabbed his hands and led him outside in the rain, he cringed a bit from the cold rain as he started getting wet in the rain. You both stayed there for a while, as you tilted your head to the sky happily; feeling a sense of comfort from the calming atmosphere.

“See, this isn’t so bad.” You said as you looked again to Percy, who now had his arms around himself and completely over exaggerating. 

“It’s freezing.” He said, trying to look much more pained by the rain than he actually is. 

“Close your eyes.” You said to him in a soft voice. 

“What?” He said looking at you distrustfully, he has been pranked way too many times to feel calm when someone tells him to close his eyes. 

“Trust me. Close your eyes, look up. Focus on that. Focus on the rain drops on your face and me. Don’t think of anything else. Just the rain, you, me, now.” You said as you softly grabbed his hands. He had been stressed with the tests that were coming extremely soon, and you wanted to help him with that; but he couldn’t afford a lost minute of studying so you couldn’t. When he said that he missed you -which he looked extremely nervous while stating- and wanted to spend time with you, you were flattered and decided to take this to your advantage.

When he did, you could see his face tense for a little bit from the water pressure but he then relaxed. His shoulders were still tense so you walked around him, letting go of his hands and placed your hands on his shoulders. 

When you started to massage his shoulders, he was much calmer and then you stood on your tiptoes and said “See it’s relaxing.” 

You both stood there for a while until you decided to do something and then you held your hand out to him when he opened his eyes and you said “Dance with me.” 

You got your second ‘you’re a psychopath’ look of the night as soon as you finished your sentence. He replied with his arms folded “No, why would we do that?”

“It’s fun.” You replied shortly while shrugging your shoulders. 

“It’s reckless.” 

“Exactly, fun.”

“There’s no music.” He said as he tried to convince you not to dance.

“We don’t need music.” At your statement he gave up on trying to convince you not to dance and he held his hand out to you. You gave him a bright smile as you took his hand and it gave him major butterflies.

After a while you both were dancing in the rain, while your arms were around his neck and your head on his chest; and he held his hands around your waist. The only sounds that you heard were the sounds of your shoes against the cold floor, your breathing and Percy’s heartbeat. 

“I still don’t like this.” He said after a long enough time for you to be sure that he was enjoying this just as much as you are and maybe even more. 

You let out a melodic hum, indicating that you ‘totally’ believed him and continued to dance with him.

“Are you better now?” You said when you started to actually feel cold from the rain, your head was away from his chest and tilted up to look at him. 

He looked at you for a while seemingly lost in both thought and in your eyes; then he said in an almost lost voice “Yeah.”

A bright smile was placed on your face and then you started to say “I told you so-”

He cuts you off by placing his lips on yours and cupping your face with his hands, and that’s why Percy loves dancing with you especially in the rain; because you had your first kiss with him like that.

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English Major Rereads Harry Potter to See If It's "Actually Bad and I Just Have Nostalgia" As The Internet Says Pt 1: Chamber and Filch You Good?

What is going on with the frog brains.

Okay before I explode into thoughts: we GOTTA talk about the humour (I promise it's related). Because it is genuinely well-played. Some of the chapter endings are a little choppy and standard-kids book-like. But when Ron says that a teacher "would have to be really thick" and then the next chapter starts with Lockhart? Freaking hilarious. (Ron's wit is so much more hardcore than I remember. Guy takes NO prisoners and is the ACTUAL smart one, hot take).

But much of the humour is derived from nonsense. Not a bad thing, just how it is. Basically, the narrator will describe the world during jumps in time: what the characters have been up to and the locations the characters are in as well, as what non-main characters have been doing in order to give Hogwarts a more homey feel. Not always necessary but it works. And sometimes it comes back for the plot. Ex. Fred and George blowing up the salamander introduces the firecracker for Harry to use in Potions.

BUT this type of description hits- my goodness- it hits DIFFERENT as an adult because the humour which is literally just "weird description of something, move on" is just whack nonsense and leaves me with so many freaking questions. Like, "ha ha the ghosts are playing Head Hockey". As a kid, you're like "haha the ghosts are playing Head Hocket" and now I'm like "THE GHOSTS ARE PLAYING HEAD HOCKEY?? ELABORATE???" It's funny, it works, but DAMN is it weird.

And right now, I'm hung up on: Why tf is Filch cleaning up frog brains in the dungeon with the fking FLU?

Like, as a child, I just accepted this moment. That Filch is both sick and upset because a bunch of third years splattered frog brains on the dungeon ceiling and that is what is important to the plot. It's just Hogwarts being funny and quirky! The end! But NOW I'm like- like- I have SO SO many questions.

1) What the actual hell were those third years DOING? I'm assuming making potions since it was in the dungeon. So-

2) Why tf is SNAPE not doing anything about it? Man LIVES down there and doesn't he teach Potions to, like, literally EVERYONE? The book describes how there's a bunch of staff and students with colds (to set up how Ginny is looking "peaky" from being possessed, nice little foreshadowing), is he sick too?! But wouldn't he have Pepperup Potion? Why is SNAPE not fixing this?!

3) Was it a prank? Were these dumb kids just "guys being dudes" or something and blew up a bunch of frogs? Again, if so, how tf is Snape not on their cases? They're IN THE DUNGEONS.

4) Okay, new angle. Maybe they AREN'T in class and just studying downstairs. Explains how Nick and Filch knew they were third-years. I still need to know: Where is Snape.

5) So Snape is unavailable (current situation) or just not wanting to clean up (doesn't seem much like him, usually he'd make the students do it or just magic it away) and there's only Filch- who has the fucking FLU?! Where is HIS Pepperup Potion?! What happens if the man HURLS? You gonna make him clean that up too?!

This leads me to the next big question. Aside from how Filch's office apparently smells like fried fucking fish (i'm SORRY?! HOW WHY), I'm really starting to wonder...wtf is going on with Filch at ALL?

Narratively for the second book, he's important. He introduces the concept of squibs (a very complex and...strange thing that I shan't get into here), introduces Harry's really powerful ability to have empathy, adds another antagonistic adult party to the staff, and works as a background character to flesh out the environment. But STILL.

Why is this guy with no magic cleaning up magic nonsense?! Why was he hired at all?? What dirt does Dumbledore have on him? Is it just cuz Dumbledore feels bad for him? Oh, you feel bad, Dumbledore? Where's the man's Pepperup Potion?!

I don't think Filch's past being neglected is really a flaw. I think it works well with his character being this gross, mysterious, pathetic (in both sense of the word) man who is every kid's worst fear without the moral complexity (like Snape). As of right now in Chamber, he's an idea (Joker voice) while still being a character. I don't think that's bad, it is a very standard idea for kids books, especially British ones like Roald Dahl. Filch is effective as an idea.

I just didn't realize I'd be thinking so seriously of him as an adult. And that Harry Potter is...like...kind of absurdist fantasy?! Huh?!

[lover-girl-estxx]

I Really Need You...Please

Nick diaz x reader (N!32 R!30) Ex x Ex

fluff and angst

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| Nick's POV |

Me and Nate sat in the car on the way to the airport for my court case in Nevada "did you see Joe Rogan's new podcast?" Nate asked I looked away from the window to him "No I don't think so" I shook my head "why?" I asked "Y/n was on.." I nodded "you should listen to it" I just nod again.

Once we got on the plane I sat down grabbing my headphones on turning on the podcast for the rest of the flight. Joe asked her about her podcast and her job

"Then I have to ask your most known for being with Nick Diaz, for what 4-5 years?" he asked her "yeah...4 and a half years" she nodded with a tight smile "if you don't mind me asking why did you break up?" "um he was about to fight George and he was training really hard...but then he just got distant like two weeks before the fight and then he asked me not to come to his fight...and I had always gone to his fights so it kinda hurt me a bit so sat down with him and i asked why he got all upset! it's like I get he has to train and shit, even if he didn't want me at his fights that's fine but say more then Hi, bye and good night!" "so you broke up with him?" Joe asked "I just said if he didn't talk to me about it I won't be home when he comes back, and he didn't talk so I left" "never talked since?" "no haven't talked for two years....I was always waiting for him to call..Still kinda am but..." she bit her lip which I know is how she stops herself from crying, then shook her head "still love him?" "your asking very girly questions" she laughed and sniffled, Joe laughed "it's questions people want to know" "yeah I do" she said fast "and like no matter what i'll always be there for him...with all the bullshit going on with him right about he could get banned for a year" she shook her head wiping her eyes "sorry" she whispered. "it's okay" he handed her a tissue "thanks ..then I think it's my fault because it's like why the fuck didn't I call..or just shut up about it cause I can't call him now he's done he moved on" she shrugged wiping her eyes again.

I turned off my phone throwing it in my backpack, I got up and went into the small bathroom running my hands down my face. i'm far from moved on, I still have her picture on my nightstand and one of us in my wallet. I pasted in the small small bathroom, I sighed went out of the bathroom "you shouldn't have made me watch that" I told Nate shaking my head, Nate shrugged.

----- That Night -----

| Y/n's POV |

I was about 10 Pm and I was sitting in bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone. I found out earlier that Nick wasn't just banned for a year but for five and fined 165,000 dollars, he wasn't even allowed to go watch his brother fight. I threw my phone to the side getting under my covers. my favorite song came through my phone Nick <3 Nick why would nick call me? "Hello?" I said into the phone I hear sniffling "hey Y/n..i'm sorry to call but..-" he cleared his throat "it's okay..is everything alright?" I sat up "No" his voice broke "I really need you" he took a deep breath "Please..could you come over?" he sniffled again "of course...are you at the same place?" "yeah um you can just come in..i'm in ou-my room" he sighed "okay i'll be over soon k" I said softly "okay..."

I grabbed a hoodie and put my shoes on, grabbed my keys. I haven't seen Nick or talked to him in two years since we broke up, I don't even know how to feel. I walked in the house which most of the time had all his friends and his brother sitting around smoking and watching an old UFC fight on TV, but tonight it was quite no TV's on, not one person just quite. I walked down the hall to what was our old room, I open the door to see him sitting on the edge of the bed his head in his hands, his shoulders shook. When he lifted his head up, his eye's were puffy tear stains on his cheeks. He stood up coming over to me, he wrapped his arms around my waist his head going into the nook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck "i'm sorry" he said into my neck pulling me tighter "i'm so sorry" he added "shh it's okay...don't be sorry" I ran my hands down his back "I don't know what i'm gonna do" he added crying again, I pulled away from him cupping his face running my thumbs under his eyes "it will be okay I promise" he shook his head "it's already not okay" he cried again, "it will get better " he shook his head again.

We were laying in his bed after a bit he relaxed and now had his head on my chest with his arm around my waist , I ran my fingers through his hair "thanks for coming" he said rubbing my hip "of course Nick" moving my fingers to his neck "...i'm sorry I walked out that day" I nod "and i'm sorry I pushed you away.." he took a deep breath "I know" I lightly kissed his head. He moved up face to face with me, placing his hand on my neck he pecked my lips "I still love you too" he said I smiled "I love you" I laughed "what?"" he smiled "you watched that podcast?" "yeah...and to let you know I haven't moved on," he sighed and leaned over opening his nightstand drawer taking out a picture frame with a photo of us "I put that away before you came" he smiled "yeah me neither" I showed him my screensaver smiled, his smile grew bigger and he kissed me again.

A/n: I love comments and reblogs!

[seob-i]

3.) 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

In the dark, gloomy and dusty but well organised classroom, [Y/N] akwardly sat beside the slim, tall and bonde boy named Malfoy, who was visibly irritated. He was throwing glares at her and tapping his foot for the past 15 minutes.

Professor Snape had made seating arrangements. The reason for this occurrence, some students were caught cheating and sleeping, so, now, the poor Hufflepuff had to sit next to the worst Slytherin ever.

"Now, before we end this class, I want to make an assignment because some of YOU.." Professor Snape seethed. "Forget. And waste the ingredients Hogwarts has provided you."

He said, looking at the students who accidentally put the wrong ingredients in the wrong vials, pouring the wrong liquids and ending up wasting or blowing the whole class up.

"Your partner is your seat mate, now I want you to make a 5 page research about Fluxweeds, I want to see the background, how to harvest it, what potions it could make or what it is used for. The deadline is in next week, for those who will fail to pass it, you might as well never come in my class again."

[Y/N] gulped as she turned to look at Malfoy. He stood up and looked at her "You do it on your own mudblood. If you don't do it right I will make your life miserable." The Hufflepuff felt tiny, Infront of him, closing her eyes as she felt a splash of saliva that came from his mouth because of how dramatic he was talking.

Gross. Her face scrunches.

He walks out of the classroom and The girl follows behind him. "B-but! It's a 5 page research! I can't do it by myself!" He suddenly stops causing the girl to bump behind his back.

"Ooph!" "And why would I help a Mudblood like you?" The Slytherin pokes the girls fore head with his finger harshly. "Hey!" She pulls away and touches her forehead, face visible with distaste.

"Mudbloods are below me, you should be my servant for being one. You shouldn't have come to Hogwarts. You are not. Welcome. Here." He walks away snickering.

[Y/N] stares at his back as he walks away. Jerk. "Aw! Poor Girlie!" A voice said behind the girl exclaimed "Don't mind him first year, Slytherins are just a bunch of gits." The other added.

A pair of red heads touched the girls shoulder. She turns around. "Oh, Hello Fred, george!" "What do you say we prank that spoiled boy-" "-and teach him a lesson?" They grin, each with excitement on their faces.

"What? N-no thanks, why would you even do that?" "'Cause you're our baby brothers friend of course!" George rubs the girl's head. She holds his wrist and pulls it away, gently.

"Ah, well thank you..? But I'm pretty alright, thank you very much." [Y/N] smiles at them and turns around. Fred blocks her way, "Come on Girlie! We could turn his frown upside down with a spell-" "- Or we could make him burp loudly non stop!"

[Y/N] giggles at the idea, "Or-" "What are you two doing?" The three turned their head to see another red head. [Y/N]'s gaze turned to George who winked and mouthed 'our brother'.

"Are you two harassing a first year again?" The boy asked, he was a lot older than the twins and looked much more mature, he had a badge and stood straight, confidently.

"Aw, you really think of us that way Percy?" "Harassing isn't the right word, it's more like- chatting." Fred puts his arm around the girls shoulder, pulling her closer with a grin.

Percy, looks at [Y/N] for approval. "We were just talking..sir?" "Percy is fine. Now, go back to class you two!" He ushers the twins off as they groan, childishly.

"I'll be seeing you..?" "[Y/N] [L/N]!" "[L/N]-" "[Y/N] will do!" The girl cut off the prefect. His lips formed a flat line from it, as she grins sheepishly.

"Right, [Y/N]. I'll be seeing you, do enjoy your day." The Hufflepuff smiles at him as he walks away. The girl sighs, she'll be not enjoying her day. After all, she had draco as her partner.

--

"That's not fair!" Hermione exclaims, as she looks at the Hufflepuffs head on her lap in distaste, The two had grew close over the past few days, they took every chance to be together and hang out.

Be it studying, chatting, complaining and sharing candy- which Hermione would only eat one, tiny piece -right now, [Y/N]'s head was on Hermione's lap.

She was complaining about how, Malfoy had forced her to do their research paper. She whined stuffing her mouth with more candy to suffice herself and contain her anger.

"You're going to choke if you continue to eat while laying down, [Y/N]." Hermione commented, in which the Hufflepuff girl on her lap only giggled in response. "If I were you, I would turn him to a frog." Ron then said leaning on the bench.

Harry only hummed in agreement. "... it's not that bad. Maybe I'm just.. being dramatic." "He had no right to do that!" "Hermione's right." Harry said, taking a piece of candy from the Hufflepuffs hand before she could smash it from anger.

She suddenly sat up, causing Hermione to move her head away, almost getting hit on the face. "I'm going to force him to do it with me!" Determined, she lifted herself off the bench and dashed away.

Leaving her friends. "She won't be able to do it." Ron says nonchalantly, still chewing candy he took from the Sweet toothed Hufflepuff.

The bushy haired girl sighs. "She can do it, I hope." Harry added. The three looked at their friends figure, running away. Since that day, the Hufflepuff was determined to make Malfoy help her with their research papers even if she had to use threatening.

"You are not going anywhere!" She says, pulling the Slytherin's wrist to sit him back down. "Hey! Are you mad?" "If you don't help me, I will make throw up slugs!" [Y/N] threatens "I'd like to see you tr-"

She points a wand at him. Causing the boy to stiffen, "T-that's-! I-ill tell my father about this!" "Try! And I'll make you puke slugs before you could utter the word 'daddy!'"

Malfoy then sat down in defeat.

For hours, the two sat in the library working on their paper- except [Y/N] was doing all the work-, but she was pleased as long as Malfoy showed up and participated.

Everyday, she wouldn't miss the opportunity to show up as he was leaving the door to drag him to the library to complete their work. Malfoy would just pull his wrist away irritatedly and follow the Hufflepuff.

Everything was fine until....

[Y/N] woke up, a bit late than the usual time she would wake up. It was the weekend, after all. When she entered the great hall and went to her housemates to greet them, everyone was ogling at her.

"Good morning!" She greets her friend, Susan. The red head only stares at her, "Is there something on my face? Why are you guys looking at me like that!" The confused Hufflepuff pouts.

"[Y/N], are you dating Draco Malfoy? The Slytherin?"

"Excuse me?"

( Hello! Sorry for the long wait, I'll try to update once a week. )

[skiptvads]

Source Episode 5 of Silo : The Janitor's Boy really tells how the administration, sheriffs and judicial have different interest and agendas for the Silo, for their people, for the structure and the future. The entire plot about the internal conspiracy from why they are really inside the Silo and if the outside is really safe or not is very interesting but every time they mention how they are confine to this space and how its an eternal circle of people been born and die inside the Silo without really seen the outside world, without experiencing what is to be free makes me sad and claustrophobic, the Silo does look big and when they go through the apartments looks like small corridors of a small city within the Silo so its very big although you can go from top to bottom in a single day as they have mention before so compare to been free outside and travel to any country or place you want makes a lot of difference, you are still limited to planet earth but its way more bigger and you get to meet different people every day, see the world, the landscapes, different cities, been free is just more than what they consider free on the Silo, besides they are not really free as George Wilkins thought and probably discover the reason why there is a conspiracy and why they are all tricked into thinking the outside is not safe and how the Silo population is manipulated by those in high hierarchy charges like judicial or the mayor. On this episode we also know more about Robert Sims from judicial and his ambition, at the end he tells Trumbull how hard was life for him as a kid, as the Janitor Son, his father was a janitor who was proud of his job and how important it was for the Silo despite of what other said but Robert as a kid probably didn't think the same and grew up with that ambition of been important and have power to step over those who look him and his father over the shoulder, now as part of judicial he has got part of that power that he wanted but his ambition is bigger than that, Bernard is there to remind him he is in charge and not Robert, as an intern mayor, I think this intern position was all planed and we are soon to discover how they did it, there has to be a network of spies, mics and cameras around the Silo and probably secret passages, rooms and doors that aloud them to control and do things without people noticing. Source It seems that the Mayor and Judicial always have plans to been steps ahead of the Silo sentiment, right now after the murder of the mayor and a sheriff people are scared to go out, kids to go to school, adults to go to work because they think a murder is loose out there and they could be next, after all there is not much room to run away, to prevent this chaos the mayor and judicial have come up with ideas to distract people, Sims idea (judicial) is to offer a holiday, Forgiveness Day although Bernard is more creative and came up with a celebration to commemorate Marnes and Ruth as an in love couple who were murder but the narrative is to talk about how great their last years together were, how much they love each other and on that day do things they "like" , for example having a race to the top in honor of Marnes, Robert disagree with the idea but Bernard idea generates a story, more than just giving a day off to the Silo and keep people thinking about a murder that is still out there, this two are going to clash in the future but Bernard is in charge, Robert cant step over him. Source As the clever man Bernard is, he tries to guide Jules around Judicial, not for them to be friends but to keep her alive, Im sure he already knows why she took the Sheriff job and wants her to also stay distracted thinking she can solve George murder case but at the same time keeping her away from the truth that might involve either him or Sims, keeping here running in circles but Jules is too smart to fall on that game, she is going to become a problem for Bernard and Sims. Source

I would say that the first ten minutes of the episode was the interesting part where you have to analyze how Bernard, Robert and Jules think, how they react to each other, Paul Billings was there too but more like a compliance auditor since he knows so much the pact but the real talk and tension was between this all three, Bernard thinking he is the smart one on the room and have everyone figure out, Sims trying to step over Jules and Jules not giving a fuck about anyone and determine to discover what really happens with George. This scene shows how Ruth and Marnes are buried together as a couple something that was just for married couples based on the pact but Bernard made an exception as the mayor, this was part of his plan for people to think about a couple in love and not about a couple with high hierarchy jobs murder, that was smart. Jules gives a small speech that really reminds how sad is living within the Silo, how they are all trap without knowing why, how there a large population that knew Ruth as their only Mayor since they were born, this shows the monarchy and monopoly of politics within the Silo. They are buried at a very low depth in a field of apple threes, everyone bites an apple an throw it at them because they will now serve as fertilizer for the apple threes and all those apples they bite are the seeds, the cycle of life and death within the Silo. Source Its all about distractions, shining things and mirrors, but this time Jules caught it right, she front runs Judicial and got Patrick Kennedy under her custody without telling anyone else, few days after Ruth was murder Marnes visit Patrick as a suspect of his witch hunt and got his ass kicked, he was the last person to have an altercation with Marnes and now Judicial wants to incriminate him, Jules picked up that thought fast enough to safe his Patrick's live but also putting her own at risk, she was going after someone with way more power than her, Sims, who mention at the first scene of the episode how he was visit Marnes the night he died to convince him to make Paul Billings Sheriff so he could have inside man of his own. Jules takes Patrick and then stay around his apartment waiting for someone from Judicial to show up and she was right, Douglas Trumbull a man who was mislead by Sims under the impression he was a candidate to be Sims shadow, he was doing the dirty work for Sims and when Jules caught him in the act of planting false evidence on Patrick's apartment there was a chase that ends on him pushing Jules over the stairs railing where she almost fall, same as George died, it was an intense scene. Source After Douglas failed to plant false evidence on Patrick's apartment, got discovered by Jules and failed to murder her after he got caught, it was evident that he was a threat to Sims, its here where Sims shows how drunk with power he is and his complex of been the Janitor's Boy, he gives Douglas a pep talk about how hard was for him to be the Janitor's Son and how after all the limitations he got to the point he is, even tells Douglas that he is going to be his shadow, the man smiles at Sims of happiness because it but Sims throws him to the bottom of the Silo, this shows how twisted and sick Sims is and he will anything to stay in his position of power, but I'm sure there is more to it, how he kills a man publicly and gets away wit it, there must be an insurance system that lets him manipulate the stories. I got to say I really enjoy Episode 5 of the Silo: The Janitor's Boy, there was a lot of suspense and the action scenes were intense, on this Episode Sims starts to become an important character of the story, I remember how I mention this before, we start to see how Bernard and Sims are the ones really in charge of the Silo, from the first two episodes when Bernard was introduce he look like a robot, never thought he could be so sleek, sharp and manipulative, how he came up with the story of Ruth and Marnes been in love

to change the narrative around the Silo, Sims show his true colors manipulating Paul, Douglas and telling Jules straight to her face how he is going to work to get rid of her and send her back to mechanical. I still don't know who killed Ruth and Marnes, going to watch the episode again if cant figure out then probably on the next episode they will figure out the murder. Episode 1: https://peakd.com/hive-121744/@skiptvads/silo-freedom-day-episode-1 Episode 2: https://peakd.com/hive-121744/@skiptvads/silo-holstons-pick-episode-2 Episode 3: https://peakd.com/hive-121744/@skiptvads/silo-machines-episode-3-recap Episode 4: https://peakd.com/hive-121744/@skiptvads/silo-truth-season-1-episode #skiptvads #tvseries #tvaddicts #tvseriesblog #cinetv #hive #episode5 #janitorboy #robertsims

[fanthatracks]

It’s hard to believe it’s been half a decade since the second anthology film in the Star Wars saga graced our screens but boy, this film has aged well. Let’s dive past the Kessel Run and take a look. In order to really appreciate this film we need to go back to the time it was released. For the original and prequel trilogies we were used to a film every three years. These release dates always worked so well albeit we were in a different time, not only for the world but for how we consumed media. Flashforward to the modern era under Disney and it was time for an annual Christmas release strategy. The Force Awakens, Rogue One and The Last Jedi all adhered to this, but Solo was the first film to be released in May since 2005’s Revenge of the Sith.   It’s safe to say that when Solo was released it was a deeply complicated time in fandom. We were just five short months out from the release of The Last Jedi. For obvious reasons I won’t be treading over old ground here, but to put it fairly and simply....wherever you stand on that film it was clearly...disruptive, shall we say, to the fandom. For some, it was the greatest film since Empire; for others it was an absolute disaster. And then we have poor Solo, caught in the crossfire. I admit, I was one person who kept thinking – ‘Do we really need Solo? No one else can be Harrison Ford!’ and then the night before Solo came out I read online that Rian Johnson loved the film. ‘Oh no,’ I cried. ‘If he loves it and thinks it’s funny then we’re in trouble.’ There were all the behind the scenes production woes that had played out so very publicly. There was so much against this film from the start. ‘Good luck, Solo. You’re gonna need it.’ Cut to opening night. Midnight. I’m seated with popcorn and for some reason the nerves about this film washed away. I let myself be excited. Cut to around 2.30am and I couldn’t have been happier. The magic was back. The spirit of Star Wars was alive. The fun of Star Wars which was so drastically absent in The Last Jedi was here to feel onscreen. The audience laughed and cheered, and I was grinning ear to ear. Ron Howard had delivered something really joyful. Alden Ehrenreich did exactly what he needed to do. Took on the role of Han Solo without doing an impression of Harrison Ford, but keeping enough of Ford’s quirks to allow us to feel that this was a young Solo. There was some wonderful writing in this film, and the real stand-out story point for me was the relationship between Han and Chewbacca. In the stories of the old EU, the roles were more master/servant with this idea of the ‘life debt’ having to be paid by Chewie to Han. This could have been interpreted that this was an obligation of sorts, but what happened in Solo spoke much more of a balanced relationship. They helped each other escape and Chewie chose to come with Han, and then he chose to stay. They were two lost souls who found each other in the midst of a broken history. Brothers in (detatched) arms. Now, here is when I come out and sing it to the rooftops. This film is my favourite of the new era. Why? Because, I believe, it’s the film that feels most like a George Lucas film. It’s funny, has adventure, sticks to the hero’s journey, is a little clunky in places and slightly weird at times. (Lady Proxima, I’m looking at you), but it also has great innocence. It reminds us that while we all love great drama and high-stakes, Star Wars delivers knockout entertainment when its trying to be nothing but pure fun. I think the fact that Lawrence Kasdan co-wrote the script here is its secret weapon. This film won’t change your life – it’s not designed that way. The score is delightful in every way, and seeing Han lay his eyes on the Falcon for the first time still gives me goosebumps. The ground battle on Kessel is an absolute belter from start to finish and executed superbly. Donald Glover is Lando Calrissian. He had all the charm and smoothness of Billy Dee from the get go

. The third act has a few pacing issues, but at the end we’re left with a Han Solo who is already too cynical for his years due to all his has seen and fought for. There was so much potential here for sequels or television shows, and its a shame that the narrative that has been pushed for the film’s box office woes was because of casting. The ensemble delivered fantastic performances all round and it’s encouraging to here that many of them, including Alden, have started to come out and say they’d up for a second go. A Lando series has been announced, but that was way back in 2020 now and nothing seems to have come to fruition, so it looks like its another potential Lucasfilm casualty. At this year’s Celebration I spoke to Joonas Suotamo himself and complimented him on what he’d done with the character of Chewbacca since he took over from the late Peter Mayhew. I mentioned how Solo was as much his film’s as Han’s and he spoke with genuine passion for the project and said quite happily – ‘Yes, we need Solo 2. We need it!’ So, Happy fifth birthday to Solo: A Star Wars Story, I love you! And somewhere I hope Alden Ehrenreich has got a lopsided smile on his face and saying to himself: “I know.” [amazon box="B0BRYGM9R1"]

[thewritingofspencerrose]

After It All (IV)

Hellos Shared Amongst Family

"What the hell, I will never get used to that, even after a decade," Dad's voice grumbles from the living room, making my face light up as I move to get up, Harry helping Teddy and I. 

"Trust me Dad, still makes me sick sometimes," I assure in greetings, entering to see the twins holding my family's luggage, my father and sister with them. "Welcome to the Burrow," I greet again, hugging them both. 

"We're happy to be here, sweetheart," Dad assures. "And look how big you've gotten, you must be almost there?" He says, referring to my stomach that Ted rests on. 

"She's about 5 months," Freddie answers, wrapping his arm around my waist. "Baby Weasley is due the end of January."

"Do you know the gender?" 

"Of course they do, Dad," Bella chimes, eyes distant and appearance disheveled as she pulls me into a hug. "She'd know a while ago. I read a book on the stages when you first got pregnant," She explains, although walking off after, her book in hand. 

"Uh, yeah, George lost the bet, she's a girl," I explain, the twins disappearing to put the luggage away in the rooms. "We have a few names in mind, but nothing solid yet. I think we're going to wait until we see her to know really what her name should be."

"Seeing the genetics, between you and Fred, you're going to have one ginger haired kid, Scar," he laughs, rustling my hair like he has always done as we enter the kitchen. "Molly, Arthur, good to see you, and all of you that are running around," Dad greets, Molly pulling him into a hug as said ones that are running around, the Weasley siblings and spouses, hustling about, all either chasing children or on chores given by Molly. 

"Hey Charlie, where's Bella?" Arthur questions, shaking Dad's hand and shaking. "I was hoping to ask her some more questions about muggle items." 

Dad scratches the back of his neck, shrugging. "Bells is probably off somewhere reading. She's not exactly in a... people mood recently," He explains. "Her boyfriend broke her heart, all she does is really read and stare out her window in sadness. I don't know what to do with her, I guess that's why I called you, Scarlett."

"It's okay, I'll talk to her after dinner," I assure, patting my father on the back as Bill zooms by, baby Victoire in his hands and giggling as he holds her like an airplane, Teddy making grabby hands at his best friend. "Bill, love, hold up," I call, the shaggy haired man pausing in his jog. 

"Hey Scarlett, oh Charlie, it's nice to see you," Bill greets Dad, giving him a side hug around Vic. 

"I didn't get a greeting like that," Charlie Weasley grumbles, earning a roll of his brother's eyes in return. 

"Hey C, it's okay," I coo, hugging the dragon tamer, but being sure to avoid the freshest burn on his shoulder. "Ted, babes and I still love you, even if Bill doesn't." 

"If you weren't Freddie's girl, I'd sweep you up in less than a moment," C says flirtaciously, kissing my forehead. 

"Aye," Freddie complains, coming over and pulling me away from his older brother. "None of that. I already have to deal with Ginny threatening to steal her."

"Speaking of your sister, where's my son?" Dad asks, looking over the ginger family. 

"Harry!" Molly yells, the awkward tumbling sound of my brother tripping over his own feet before he appears, sweeping his mess of black hair from his eyes, exposing his lightening scar, a matching one above my left breast, just above where my v-neck falls. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing, Kid. Just wanted to see my daughter's brother," Dad greets, pulling my biological brother into a hug. "Good to see you made it through."

"Thanks, Charlie," Harry thanks, looking over my father's shoulder at me, a smile lighting up my face. Dad's taken Harry in as his own since I reconnected with the only member of my biological family Harry's first year, and I couldn't be more grateful. "Where's Bells?"

"She's off, she still needs time to heal," I explain this time, George taking Teddy from my arms now. 

"Mum, when's dinner going to be ready? I'm ready for this penguin thing."

"George, it's pilgrim day," I correct before Molly can answer. 

"And dinner will be ready when I say it is," Molly responds, tone scolding. 

"But Mum-"

"DINNER'S READY!"

[russellius]

stop what you’re doing and go watch THIS  right now!!!!

anyway here are some great moments listed because i love him a normal amount

top drivers of all time? “obviously jolyon is in the top 3″...

season so far? not ideal. but things in life should never be easy, see brazil victory, it was sweet because of all that hard work etc

<media rant about headlines and clicks etc>

*in his journalist voice* why did you crash into sainz in turn 1? "well it wasn't like i planned to crashed into him"

nude? "that's to come later"

him saying that seeing how much his brazil win meant to the people around him has resonated more with him than crossing the line has (which he didn't expect), and that's why he was so emotional >>>

says lewis is more embarrassed of that photo of the two of them together from 2009 than him

was he expecting himself to be as competitive with lewis as he was when he came to merc? yeah. he went into it with an open mind, but he backed and backs himself.

what would he tell his 11 year old self in that photo from 2009? “cut your hair.” you make mistakes, do things you regret, etc but he wouldn't change a single thing about his career. not being afraid to fail

hardest part of his job? can't complain much, but if laura wasn't there he'd say media :) but yeah, media, he's a racing driver, not an actor, a public speaker. travelling is tough too. "trying to get a good salad around silverstone is not the easiest"

he doesn't mind the sim. he always tries to think about what the next big thing will be, because he wants to be ahead of the curve

monaco is fun to drive, but the racing? boring.

how would he fix silverstone? more grandstands 😇

"which 2 drivers wouldn't you want to go on a road trip with?" "phones away" there's definitely 1-2 he wouldn't want to go with...

“who would you want to go on road trip with?” george: depends what you're after. jolyon: what are you after? 😳👀 george: 🤨 yeah 😐😑

says he would go on a road trip with daniel and pierre if he had to choose 2 drivers from the grid

out of the TPs he'd go on a holiday with günther. spent a 5 hour flight sitting next to him once, chatting away. "has he got a book?!"

hasn't passed his driving test the first time... no minors, but one major. he's convinced the instructor had it against him... says he was in a wrong lane in the roundabout... "a major though, really?"

what's his favourite thing to cook? “i don't cook to be honest.” but he loves burgers and pizzas! he often has a pizza on the saturday night! mental energy, a pizza makes him feel good! :)

“you're gonna have to pick someone who survived a lot of crashes, because if they survived that they can survive anything. like mick schumacher!” george: 😂. 😐 i think we go to the next question.

in his book he'll announce which drivers he wouldn't want to be stranded on an island with. that's what his book will be about.

what would he want to do once he finishes driving? “not be on sky sports.” he takes it back, he likes the sky sports people. (because the cameras are filming him) he has no idea btw what he'll want to do then

doesn't really care who he's gonna be teammates with once lewis retires

he has a 5 minute power nap before the race. laura: you can fall asleep that quickly tho? george: no. ended up saying that he "meditates" then. makes sure he goes to the loo

only visualizes the first corner if he's on the first two rows, too many variables if he starts further back. the moment he qualified p2 in australia, he already knew where he was gonna go into T1. just brake 5 meters later than him, hope it sticks

from the past, he'd obviously race montoya

sainz is the one who chats the most

he'd want to drive mansell's 92 williams

says the V8s sound so much better than what we have now. they make the current cars sound like hoovers

“formula e? i mean yeah.. i don't know about formula e to be honest...” says it’s too wacky. he watches f2 and f3 and tries to watch back the f1 races. puts it on fast forward though. x2.

favourite kind of cheese?

after a laugh, he proceeds to give the most british answer. adds that doesn't like the smelly cheeses. loved the question tho, unexpected!

george: but good question... laura: yeah we thought it was a good one to end on! :) george: *pauses* really 🧍‍♂️

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Life of Lea Volume 3 Chapter 14: What’s under the coat?

Lady Molly then takes Kitty out of the room and away from Lea, as she got him to start on his work as he was working on Eric’s pile of deliveries and paperwork that needed to be filed and done since he was recovering from the Bad Apples’ capture. Lea goes over to Sergean as she sat beside him.

“So...still upset that your parents didn’t communicate with you?” Lea asks him before taking a sip from her cup of water.

“Yea, of course, the conversation of figuring that out hasn’t even started yet” Sergean replies as he adjusted his cloak.

“So, why bring up your grandpa?” Lea says as she looks at him with curiosity.

“Because I’ve been waiting for that answer the longest...whenever I would bring up grandpa, he would always dodge it somehow...I just want to understand why and where did he go? Don’t get me wrong I know people process loss differently but it doesn’t mean, we didn’t miss him or were worried about his well-being” Sergean replies.

“From what he did reveal sounds like threw himself into his work but I think there’s more to it,” Lea says as she gently rubs his back to comfort him.

“Yea you have a point there” Sergean replies before taking a sip of his jasmine tea.

“But we can still find out why they didn’t inform you as they did with Elizabeth” Lea suggests to him.

“Clearly but it’s been 5 years since Grandpa Marcus passed...He doesn’t have to keep us at distance with everything…I mean he tells mom absolutely everything but still...if I am to become what he wants to become, you’d think he would clue me in” Sergean replies as he sinks into his brown cloak.

Lea looks at him quietly as she notices how old his cloak was now that she got an up-close look at it. 

“Well from what I am understanding and hearing is that your Grandpa Marcus was also your dad’s favorite person...I mean we can't read minds but I will stop questioning you” Lea says as her mind wanders a bit. 

He sighs before taking a deep breath to calm down as Elizabeth went up to them. 

“Technically there is a spell for that but you would need to focus hard to do so, it’s a spell our Aunt Rebecca and Uncle George use often on our dad, it’s very funny how they mess with their little brother,” Elizabeth says with a giggle.

 Lea looks at Sergean with eager eyes before gesturing at Alyssa and then looking back at Sergean with a wide smile.

“No, I will not teach you that spell to read your sister’s mind, I will teach you the spell once you’ve mastered Rose whip,” Sergean says as he looks down at her with her being shorter than him.

“Hahaha! Like that will ever happen, last time she got herself tangled like a cat with a ball of yarn” Alyssa snickered as she was in hearing and vision range. 

“Ahem…speaking of siblings! Baby brother, we are here!” George says as he came with Rebecca as they hugged him.

“Sorry for running late, little brother but you know how mother likes her tea” Rebecca exclaims happily before they let him go.

“Ah…well yes-” Alphonse replies before getting cut off by his mother.

“We wanted to bring a bit of home-Oh thank you, dear,” Mrs. Herrera says as Lea helps by opening the door for her.

“No problem, I’m Lea Guerrero by the way” Lea replies politely.

“Marie Anneita Phillips Herrera, but you can just call me Granny Anneita,” Anneita says happily as she gently shakes her hand. 

“Nice to meet you” Lea replied as she looked if anyone was following them.

“Mum, where are Aunt Winrie and Uncle Edward? They usually tag along with you” Alphonse asked as he got her to a seat.

Anneita shakes her head as she stands beside him. Alphonse stayed beside her as someone knocked on the door. Holly goes to let them in as she thought everyone was coming in. Once everyone came in a couple went up to the group. 

“Winnie! Eddie! Glad to see you both here! Where were you?” Anneita asks as she hugs Winrie.

“Ah well we had some trouble old sticky wheel, midway to the Water Region, Georgie, and Rebecca had to go back for us” Edward explains.

“Yea we had to wait for your assistance,” Winrie says in agreement.

“That’s fine, you all came here safely and that’s what matters” Anneita replies happily.

“Yes, indeedy, so did we miss anything?” Winrie asks Alphonse curiously.

“Truth potion spiking and overstepping boundaries but that’s all” Alphonse replied as he kept it short and to the point.

“Ah well did we still come in time for the usual activities and chatting about memories?” Winrie asks curiously.

“Just in time for our rematch, Winnie” Anneita replies as she got the cards out from her purse as the others got there’s from Holly and then separated into groups. 

“So um Lea, earlier I wanted to ask you a truth question when it was your turn again… could I ask it if I win?” Prince Kevin asked politely. 

“Sure what is your question?” Lea replies as she looks at the hand of cards. 

“Well…are you ready to be in love anytime soon?” Prince Kevin asks as he didn’t get the best of cards.

“Well, it’s been 4 months since my break up…maybe but I’m still gonna be cautious from now on” Lea replies honestly as she puts a card down as they were playing a game similar to Uno.

“Ah that makes sense, I am glad your recovery is successful” Prince Kevin replied as he put a card down.

“My turn, how did you know my dress size back when it was the Welcome home party?” Lea asks as she put in a +4 card.

“I asked your mother for opinions on everyone’s outfits” Prince Kevin replied as he blushed.

“I was kidding, but good to know,” Lea says as she giggles. 

Sergean grumbled as he got four extra cards as he now had 9 cards in his hand. 

“Sergean, your turn, truth or dare?” Cloud asks curiously. 

“Truth or dare Non? Fine then, truth” Sergean replied as he put a reverse card down.

“Who and how did you learn magic from?” Cloud asks as Prince Kevin put down an orange card.

“Oh I learned from Grandpa Marcus, I mean this is his book” Sergean replied as he brings out the Herrera Spellbook from his holder that was on his leg.

“Really? Did he write the book?” Mom asks as she put down an orange card.

“Oh like a book of Shadows?” Lea asks as her eyes perked up in excitement. 

“Uh…yea in a sense” Sergean replies as her answer caught him off guard.

“Let me guess every generation adds to the book as well before passing it on right?” Lea asks.

“In a sense yes…where did you learn this?” Sergean asks curiously.

“Yea I hope it’s not from a show your too young to watch,” Mom says as she gives Lea a look.

Lea and her dad glance at each other nervously.

“Yea no I didn’t watch it but I did hear a bit when dad watched it” Lea replies nervously as she sweats a little bit. 

“Good…” Mom says before looking at her husband.

Dad tries to cover his face with his cards as Mimi’s phone went off. Mimi then takes out her phone from Nick and takes out her phone from Nick’s pocket and she goes to answer it.

“She keeps her phone on you even though she has just as big pockets?” Vanessa asks confused.

“Her love language is physical touch” Nick replies before sipping his lemonade. 

Lea tries not to laugh as Mimi came back into the room. 

“Chef Michaelis called, we have a green apple on the move” Mimi exclaims. 

[greetings-and-salutations]

"Look How Happy He Is."

Fred Weasley x Reader (fake dating)

Day 5 of the 12 Days til Christmas Writing Special!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: In response to his mother’s relentless nagging him to get a girlfriend, Fred and his best friend, (Y/n), hatch a plan to trick her into thinking they’re together. Of course, fake dating is much easier when both parties are already in love with one another.

(fake dating)

Warnings: starred out swear words, one inappropriate joke, nothing else?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

(Y/l/n) - your last name

“That has to be the most ridiculous idea you have ever come up with. And there’s been some weird ones.” (Y/n) said through her laughter as she leaned against the counter at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, having just listened to Fred’s long winded explanation as to why he needed her to accompany him to his mother’s Christmas party as his girlfriend.

Don’t get the wrong idea. He was not asking her out (not that (Y/n) would be completely against the prospect, but that was a conversation for later). No, Fred wanted a fake girlfriend for the purpose of appeasing his mother for the evening.

“Please, (Y/n). I’m literally begging you. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important.” He said, pouting in an overly exaggerated fashion, causing the girl to roll her eyes at his antics. Of course she was going to say yes. She didn’t even need a reason. If Fred needed her help, (Y/n) would be there. It was like her fatal flaw. She wasn’t about to let him know that though…

“What’s in it for me?” She asked with a smirk. Fred glared at her playfully.

“You get to be my girlfriend for a day… duh.” She raised her eyebrows, making his smile drop.

“Pretty please?” He asked, his eyes wide and begging. (Y/n) really wished it took more than that for her to cave.

“Fine… but you owe me.” She said sternly, earning an excited smile and head nod combo from the man.

“Yes, absolutely, whatever you want.” He promised, before beginning another excessive monologue, though this time detailing the massive ploy they were about to try and get away with.

+ + +

(Y/n) really hadn’t known what she was getting herself into when she agreed to this.

“Fred! George! And you’ve brought dates!” The shrill, yet ecstatic voice of Molly Weasley broke out across the garden as the twins entered, with Angelina Johnson and (Y/n) in tow. Angelina was George’s actual girlfriend who, along with her red-headed twin, was also in on Fred’s plan.

“Mum, you remember, (Y/n)…” Fred introduced, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, to keep up appearances, (Y/n) assumed. Molly’s face brightened in realization.

“Oh, yes of course! Hello, dear. It’s so nice to see you again. It feels like it’s been years.” She said, coming forward and crushing her in a tight hug. (Y/n), who had not been expecting the sudden act of familiarity, stiffened for a moment, before falling into the embrace. What can she say? Molly Weasley gave the best hugs…

“Now, Fred. I thought I told you to bring a date.” She said after she pulled away, turning on her son with a motherly glare, before turning back to (Y/n) with an apologetic smile. “Not that I don’t love seeing you again dear.”

“Actually, Mum, (Y/n)’s my girlfriend.” Fred said, pulling the shorter girl to his side once again. His mother actually gasped at his words. (Y/n) almost frowned. The idea of the two of them together wasn’t that unbelievable… was it?

“I always knew there was something going on between you two!” She said after her moment of shock, before pulling the pair of them into her arms for a group hug. “This is so wonderful!”

+ + +

“So, that was…”

“Yeah…”

“Is she always that-“

“Yeah.”

“Merlin, Freddie. What have you gotten me into?” (Y/n) and Fred were by the drink table, champaign glasses in hand, as they had finally managed to break away from the Weasley mother, who had made a point to drag the couple around to speak to literally everyone present and spread the good news.

“In my defense, I had no idea she was going to be this excited.” He commented, earning an eye roll from the girl. “Hey, you’re supposed to look like you love me, remember?” He joked, pulling her into him by the waist to reiterate his point.

“Yes, Fred. I completely forgot the sole purpose for me being here.” She responded sarcastically. Fred chuckled, before they settled into silence once again, watching the party goers and sipping their drinks, Fred’s arm still wrapped tightly around (Y/n).

“Say what you want about your mother, she throws a d*mn good party.” (Y/n) noted, earning a fond smile from Fred. Then he coughed awkwardly, his facial expression suggesting that he had something he was psyching himself up to say.

“So, what do you think, maybe one day we go to one of these for real?” He asked casually, making (Y/n) stare at him in shock. Did he just…

“What do you mean?” She asked, her heart beating like a drum, so loud in her ears she was sure he could feel it where her chest was pressed up against his. Fred looked down at her and smiled, reaching out and grabbing her hand in his larger one.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n), my lovely fake girlfriend… how would you like an upgrade?” He asked, with the charm of a sleezy car salesman, a fact she certainly wasn’t going to skim over, no matter how completely astonished she was by his question. Fred wanted her to be his girlfriend. For real. And he wanted to ask like that?

“Merlin, Fred, you make it sound like I’m buying a car.” She commented, earning a smirk from the ginger man.

“I mean, if you wanna ride me that bad-“ She slapped her hand over his mouth, eyes wide with shock and glancing around the area to make sure no one else had heard his lewd joke. He was at a party hosted by his mother for Merlin’s sake.

“And the moment is over!” She said, moving her hand away when she was sure he wasn’t going to start screaming inappropriate things again.

“No wait, (Y/n)!” Fred made a grab for her the moment she stepped away from him, but she just turned around and shook her head with a smirk of her own.

“Nope. We can finish this discussion tomorrow.” She decided. From the moment the poorly constructed proposal had left his lips, (Y/n) knew that she was going to say yes. But, in the same way he had to earn her help at this party, Fred Weasley wasn’t getting her that easy…

“What’s tomorrow?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She grinned cheekily.

“Our first date. Don’t screw it up, Weasley.” She warned, making him smile wider then she had ever seen. The prospect of it being just for her made (Y/n) blush.

“I would never.” He promised, and she believed him. Fred liking her was mind-boggling, to say the least, but one look into his eyes as he looked at her, and she knew he was telling the truth.

So, the woman sent him a nod of approval, before turning on her heels, to head away from him.

“Good… now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go lie to your mother and tell her how wonderful of a boyfriend you are.”

“Okay…” He said, a love struck expression on his face before he frowned, realizing what she had said. “Hey!” (Y/n) giggled, jogging away, as quickly as she could in her heels, with Fred chasing after her.

When he did catch up, he wrapped his arms around her middle and pressed a loving kiss to her cheek. And (Y/n) knew it was real. And Fred knew it was real too. And they grinned at each other, feeling like they were the only two people in the whole world.

+ + +

Molly Weasley wiped a tear from where she stood next to her husband, watching her son and his childhood best friend.

“I always knew he’d fall in love. Oh, Arthur… look how happy he is.”

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[evermore-fashion]

Spring 2022 Couture Thoughts

Now that the Spring 2022 Couture Week in Paris has been and gone I thought I would try and post my thoughts and opinions on the week gone by. This was also stirred on by my sudden need to post my thoughts on Dior’s very disappointing collection which kicked off the week on a limp note. However as I’d hoped some of the other designers came through and gave us all some gorgeous collections to admire and remind us why Couture Week in Paris has been sorely missed over the last two years. 1. Christian Dior You all know my thoughts on this collection from my last post (which you can read here) which was just a very bland and boring collection that was enough to send anyone to sleep within minutes of the collection debuting. Also who wants to everyday/office wear as haute couture fashion? I know I don’t and the same can be said from a lot of other people outside of Vogue a.k.a everybody else. 2. Elie Saab This collection was actually really pretty, I loved that Elie Saab was able to combine old and new designs into one cohesive collection. Lately I was starting to lose interest in Elie Saab after his ‘Charms of China’ collection from a few years ago as I just wasn't a fan of the exaggerated shoulders and the overuse of heavy materials. Whilst there was still some things I didn’t like about this collection (the paint splatter gowns especially) overall it’s reassuring to see Elie Saab hasn’t forgotten his roots when it comes to beading and embellishment. I can’t wait to see what he does for the Fall 2023 Couture Week later on in the summer. 3. Georges Hobeika What can I say other than Georges Hobeika clearly loves designing gowns that are so transparent that he may as well send his models down the runway nude. He’s stickler for a lot of beading, embellishment and thin material that was no surprise to see this pop up yet again in his newest collection. Aside from the near nudity I loved seeing butterflies scattered throughout the collection both in 3D and 2D format, it really brought the collection together. Plus it was nice to see his attempt at male couture designs not a part of this collection. I didn’t care for it previous in previous collections and I don’t care for it going forward either.  4. La Metamorphose This is a new designer that I came across by chance on another website and I was blown away by the heavy fantasy/ethereal tone of the collection. Whilst the technical side of the collection is pretty weak in comparison to bigger designers I just loved that it was different and didn’t rely on the princess gown aspect that’s a staple for haute couture these days. Overall this collection just screamed fairycore that I can see a lot of people using as inspiration for their own creativity. 5. Schiaparelli I won’t lie I’ve never been a fan of this designer and never given their collections much thought. However their Spring 2022 collection came out after Dior’s borefest and reinforced the idea that there was more fun collections to come. This collection was very avant garde but I can see a lot of the designs featured in the collection coming to out to play when the Met Gala rolls around at some point this year. I can’t think of much else to say other than it stood out and will be loved by those who are a bigger fan of Schiaparelli than I am. 6. Ziad Nakad Hallelujah Ziad Nakad finally found a decent photographer to take photos of his couture collections that you can actually see in detail! Since the start of the pandemic Ziad Nakad has opted for photoshoots rather than runway shows for his couture collections and the shoots themselves have been so disappointing that you just couldn’t see the details of the gowns due to weird lighting and shots of the gowns taken from afar. So you can imagine my delight to see his ‘MuZeum’ collection photographed well that showed off his designs in all their glory. One thing I noticed and loved the most was seeing fabrics from old collections reused in this one, it shows that more designers are thinking about sustainability and recycling when it comes to use of fabrics. Fingers crossed we continue to see more of this in the future. 7. Zuhair Murad Perfection. A masterpiece. My absolute favourite collection. Yep I’m not afraid to say it, Zuhair Murad takes the crown for the best Spring 2022 Couture Collection from Paris Fashion Week. I loved the nautical theme, the use of the beige colours interjected with pinks, blues and even black. Not to mention the embroidery on both the map designs, the ocean waves and ships to really made this nautical theme come together as a whole. However my favourite part of the collection though was the geometric lines in the lilac and silver gowns towards the end of the collection. My mind was blown away by how much they stood out and they added a modern touch to a collection that touches on a part of history that we’ve seen done so many times from the film and TV world. Who’d have thought Zuhair Murad could make pirates and sailors look stunning without it becoming cheesy at the same time? Bravo Zuhair Murad, bravo! 🙌🏻 So yeah that’s my thoughts on Spring 2022 Couture Week, feel free to let me know in the comments below your thoughts on the newest collections. Perhaps there’s something you loved that I didn’t? Remember fashion is art and art is subjective to opinions that might differ from my own, either way though I’m curious to hear all you’re all thinking.