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So, I did another one. The 2025 F1 Season Beginner's Guide. Genuinely honoured that a few people requested it and sorry for all the mistakes I've missed. Please enjoy the many recycled jokes from last year and the 2025 exclusive slide "Paddock Pets".

No just thank you mcLaren for creating the most unsatisfying 1-2 we could ever get. Your horrifying strategy made one win feel undeserved ( when it fully was) and paints the other as a villian for not being happy for his teammates win. Why both werent allowed to fight for p1, except for the fact that McLaren loves poor decisions is beyond me

Just scrolled my blog to find reposts that not only have no recollection of but hobbies and favorites thatI’ve not just outgrown but now i cannot even recollect, and then you think to yourself how much do i forget about my own self

Someone said happiness will come to me but when? Am i the only one who believes that good things must come into my life in a stipulated time, otherwise it’s like trying to feed someone who’s already full?

And my ptsd driven brain just reaffirms this idea, a timely positive prescence is more important than anything else

little abstract painting of dream in his realm

I don't know if this is just me but I can't help but feel that these days people (especially on twitter, i saw a few posts literally minutes ago) have made it seem as if getting pole isn't a big deal or shouldn't deserve praise. One lap pace is an extremely valuable quality of a driver because not only does it need precision and getting the best out of your car, but also it means less cars to overtake. Charles has great quali AND race pace, i find the pole to wins conversation around him extremely lacking in context. Like this season alone he should have won in Spain (he was literally leading by half a minute and then the engine failed on him). He should have won in Monaco but team strategy fucked him over. He should have also won in Baku (he was in the lead and the safety car would have played in his favour had the engine not given up on him). That's five (ideal) wins out of 7 poles, how is that not amazing?!?

I am starting to loathe the "he'll get the pole on saturday only for rbr to win it on Sunday" like NO! Shut up, he will win it if things that are out of his control play in his favour.

I am tired of negativity, when charles said that negativity when bad things happens is too much (and vice versa), he was right and that kind of fandom culture is toxic. It was the reason I stopped opening twitter and made this side blog instead (sorry i still don't know how to operate it) because while people still talk, the amount of it is far lesser.

Charles has consistently shown both amazing overtaking and defence skills while maintaining lap pace and this is the reason people who are actually important to the sport (commentators, that is not you) know he should never be counted out.

The second he gets the team and a reliable fast car, it's over for everyone because he would have been leading the ************* if it wasn't for the above-mentioned.

I just need people to stop discrediting him in any way possible, I'm tired of this going all season long only to have a "why charles leclerc was the most underrated driver this season" article again by one smart person because even chans are letting it happen.

To repeat it, he literally gained more than half a second in baku in a driver focused sector on others, if that doesn't show how incredible he is people just have a problem with bias clouding their objective judgement.

At the end of the day, those stupid comments aren't gonna change how talented my baby is and neither is it gonna change the way key people view him (there's a reason red bull, mercedes and ferrari were after him to sign him after his rookie season and the other two would still give up a kidney to get him in their teams today)

But honestly it just puts more pressure on Ferrari and him and if there is one thing the charles leclerc knows how to do, it's to *thrive* under pressure. His time will come because you simply cannot be predestined for such great things with the talent to back it, not amount to the said predestined thing. Either ferrari is going to get back their shine with him or they will always continue to flounder.

parallels

i cant fucking take it anymore. (standing perfectly still, is not visibly stressed, appears normal)

“Missing Warmth” by ~S

Okay but whooo was that Aston martin crew member

He’s also Lassiter from Psych?!?!?! And that took me an embarassing amount of time to realise

@endverse asked: make me choose ➭ ISHIM or CAIN

i feel it in my bones, i’m on F I R E

FUCK

What if Remeus just kept changing time zones by apparition to avoid full moons altogether?!?!?!

There are two kinds of people in the world :

1. Who believe there are two kinds of people

2. Who believe they’re are more than 2 kinds of people

Captain America: The Underrated.

Reblog if you agree.

Moonlit nights

A/N: A little Harrison fluff cause god knows we need it. Requests open as always. So feel free to drop by!credits to the owner of this picture of Harrison. We do not deserve this greek god.

Pairing : Harrison Osterfield x reader

He glowed, inhumanely angelic, as if this light, these stars, this bed and every color that covered his skin was made just for him.

Those fierce blue eyes, vivid and tenacious a stark constrast to his soft delicate skin which remained exposed as you drew soft patterns with your hands against his chest and his arm around your bed, tangled in the soft white sheets that only enhanced his sharp features.

You trail your hand against his jaw, pressing featherlight kisses to it as he slept beside you, so peacefully his innocence as piercing as his eyes, it only reminded you how much you loved him, you smiled at that thought,

“Love, what are y’ doin?” He said with his sultry, husky voice, laced with sleep and affection.

“Enjoying the view, go back to sleep handsome” you replied,with a soft giggle when you realised you could hear him snoring softly.

He shifted and tucked your head on his chest, and both arms covering your sides spooning you,

“Get some sleep pretty girl. Tommorow’s the big day” he murmured in a gruff voice.

Tilting up your chin, you pressed a kiss to his soft lips smiling through the kiss as you realised

You get to do that the rest of your life from tommorow.

Always been you-iii

It didn’t take too much time for you to dress up, being quick had become a habit for you, but the whole time all you could think about was the man who had your heart since you started working at the BAU. It didn’t even take a behavorial specialist to figure to out that this was team’s way of attempting to fix things between you and Spencer.

The two of you were the closest with each other, and spent the most time together.

“This is it, just talk to him. You’ve taken down killers, you can talk to your goddamn crush for once, grow a pair y/n” you mumbled

“Let’s leave babygirl! The others are waiting, i’m sure you will look gorgeous”

“In a minute!” you quickly grabbed your heels as you left.

It had been a while since you went out, so you decided to put a little effort, not because you’d be seeing spencer after what seemed like the longest week of your life.

It wasnt very far, the pub had a good, small crowd since it was newer in the neighbourhood.

You got a cab, with Penelope and reached, as promised, within the hour.

Spencer laid eyes on you, the second you walked in. He silently thanked his Eidetic memory because he never wanted to forget the way you looked tonight.

It wasn’t anything special to most people, but to Spencer, to him it meant the world. You exuded Elegance, hair in natural waves, a simple fit and flare solid colored dress, accentuating your features with a bear face, except your favorite gloss that you carried all the time, just cause it tasted like chocolate,you’d always say so.He laughed quietly, running his hand through his hair.

Your heart started beating erratically as you made your way in, your feet taking you to Spencer, long forgetting your conversation with Penelope which was funny only moments ago.

“Hey”, you started blushing furiously before you could even speak.

“Hi! How are you now?I got really worried that day, but-but you’re okay now?”He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he hoped you wouldn’t notice

“Um, i’ve been great actually! How are you and Maeve? Is she alright?”

“Yeah she’s great, she’s moving back, a little closer to home.”

“ Is she now?”, sounding a little happier than you intending to, you said, a little too quickly

“Yeah, as much as we love each other, it just wouldn’t work,

Because I’ve had a liking for someone else”, he stepped closer to you, looking deeper into the window’s of the soul, his eyes flicked to your lips.

“Spenc-“

He interuppted you with a kiss to your lips, pulling away before you could react

“I-I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that, please dont hate-“

You pulled him by his tie, and crashed your lips against him

“ i would never hate you Spencer Reid”

He passionately kissed you back,

You giggled, as you let your hands tangle into his hair

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’ve liked you since the second i saw you, it’s hard to believe this is happening”

“ Well you should, because i really like you y/n”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s always been you”

You giggled again.

“What now?” Spencer said childishly.

“ No one wears a tie to a bar Spencer”

“Oh Well, you’ve got to Spend time with me to teach me that then”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do then,

Pretty boy”

You smiled, as you kissed his cheek, not bothering to tell the team, you and Spencer left. You’re earlier Date nights with him, now had a different meaning.

Always been you-(ii)

A/N: i am tired out of my mind, but I managed to write this. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. This chapter might be a little short but i have planned out the next two!

———Author’s Note ends———-

You walked away, the cold air nipping at you, they almost seemed as bitter as your thoughts did to your heart, still convinced that Spencer liked you.

All the nights you spent together reading, keeping each other company simply because you couldn’t sleep, you were the only one to know his fears of having a Psychotic break, of not being good enough and somehow,he always knew when something was off about you, and somewhere down the line, you fell hard.

Tears streaked your already numb face, but you blamed your injury, you could easily get a cab the road seemed busy.

“Taxi! Tax-“, you said flailing your left hand

“Y/n! You- uh you left in a hurry? Are you alright? You need help, wait I’ll drive you”

All your anger and bitterness faded as you looked up to him, staring into his honey eyes, with a hint of brown. How you resent such a pure person?

“Hey Spence, I’m- I’m fine, i’ll get home its not far from here, a couple of blocks, and I already bandaged my wound so its alright”

“Um- okay. We- we wanted to, to say Thanks, for saving our asses there” he changed the topic, not wanting to force you, he knew how stubborn you could be

“kind of my job, Spencer.” - You chuckled dryly - It’s a ‘we’ already huh?”

“Uh- wha- no that’s not what I

Meant, i mean”

“Relax Spencer, I really have to go. Take care”

You finally found a taxi, and stepped in, not waiting for his answer.

You had taken 2 weeks off, on medical leave, but you were fine,physically at least.The cut was healing pretty well, you just had to keep cleaning it, a little alcohol, on the wound and on your tongue seemed to do the trick. As you scrolled through the TV, the bell rang , you weren’t expecting anyone. Picking up your gun from the bottom drawer, unclasping the safety, you open the door gun steady in your right hand-

“Jeez!Y/N. I’ve bought you cookies not dynamite” Greeted Penelope, your Right hand which pointed a gun at her, now lowered,

“It kind of was unecessary, but it also is 12 AMSo i think I’m excused”

“Right, but can I come in first?”

“Make yourself at home” you said, putting the gun back in.

Settling for the couch, she started

“ Sweetie, how are you doing?I bought you this cute little purple Panda, it should make you feel better instantly”

“Yay, i feel soo much better already, thank you darling, my wound is healing very we-“

“You know what I’m talking ‘bout”

“ Why do you AND Emily,keep asking the same thing”- you

Flopped onto the couch”It’s not like Me and Spencer were dating”

“Hah, gotcha”

“What?”

“When did I say I was talking about Spencer? Pretty boy, invading your thoughts i see”

“Fine. I admit it.”

“That you’re completely in love with him?”

“ No!”-you said a little too loudly-“ i just like him”

“ Are you avoiding him?”

Handing you her freshly baked Choco chip cookies she said-

“ spill”

You couldn’t help yourself.

“ Yes, i cant look at him, because i feel stupid about the fact that I wanted to tell him that I like him when he, clearly is in love with someone else” you look away,

“How could I be so stupid?”

“Honey, you were gonna tell him? Oh I am so gonna make him

Pay for hurting you, pretty boy isnt getting these cookies for a month now”pulling you into a bone crushing hug, rubbing your back she said

“There’s nothing to worry about, because Mr. Genius is in love with you too, He cares for you a lot more than Maeve, she is Special to himbut only because she’s someone like him, but you, you are his perfect match, you get him like no one else does, stop being sad,get dressed you and me are Going out”

“Really? At 12?”

“There’s a quite bar Emily Suggested, her and JJ will meet us there in an hour let’s get going babygirl”

Always been you-i

Pairing : Spencer Reid x reader

A/N: Guys, this has kind of been a request? By @emily-strange and I really really hope you like it dude! Please pleasee reblog, send in feedback requests, or ideas about where this is going. It is going to be a three or four chapter series:):)

——- Author’s Note ends——-

“This was it, today is the day I do it”you chided mentally, rythmically tapping you hand on your knee as you waited to get out of the subway.

The warmth of the bureau was a welcome change from the cold air outside, yet the air still seemed tense, you realised why as you looked around - Aaron and the whole team were surrounding Spencer’s desk, suddenly alarmed, you rushed in that direction.

“What’s happened?” You panted,

“Thank gosh you’re here” , gushed Penelope with a worried look.

You managed a weak smile as your eyes flickered over to Spencer who continued speaking to everyone,but you couldn’t focus on his words, his brows were furrowed his eyes and nose tinged red suggesting he was crying but he still looked so adorable to you.

Everyone soon dispersed, only you were left at spencer’s desk.

“Hey. What happened?”

“It’s Maeve, her stalker”

“What happened?” worry laced your voice, you knew how much Maeve meant to him

“he-he’s back and she’s in danger, and I don’t know who it is, it’s all my fault, i should have protected her sooner” ,Spencer rushed his words, after taking a moment to decipher it-

“Spence, we’ll find her. I promise. You’ve got the most brilliant minds of the BAU with you.”

“But what if- what if I never see her? What if she doesnt make it? She already told me she loves me, and I- i havent been able to tell her yet”

Your heart sank, you gulped feeling the tears stinging at your eyes, you managed to mumble -

“It’s gonna be alright spence, you trust all of us dont you?” as you pulled him into a warm embrace, you felt him relax under your touch as he nodded his head in reply.It bought a smile to your face, but only for a brief moment as he pulled away and started looking through Maeve’s folder on his messy desk.

The moment slipped away like sand.

“I can’t tell him now, or ever”, hoping you didnt say that out loud, You strolled away, toward your desk and slumped down on your chair, massaging your temple.

Everyone knew about how you felt for Spencer, except him, for a genius he was pretty dumb. This situation was an absolute mess, but you knew you’d have to help save Maeve for Spencer’s happiness, even if you loose your chance.

You stop your mind from spiralling and focus on the folder kept on your desk.

After days and days of putting together the pieces you found Maeve’s stalker, Spencer was wrong probably for the first time because, it was a ‘she’ - Diana Turner, one of Maeve’s interns.

Who now stood in front of your eyes with her back faced toward you and a gun on Maeve’s head.

The remaining team had their gun’s

Pointed toward her too but Diana was too focused on Spencer to notice you stealthily walk up to her. You pulled Maeve away from her and simultaneously kicked her from beneath.She fell to the ground, dropping her gun which you kicked away and cuffed her.

“Diana Turner, you are under arrest for attempt to murder a civillian, goverment offical and stalk-“

“Spencer!”

“Mae-Maeve!, im so, so glad you’re okay, are you hurt? It’s okay now, you’re safe, i’m sorry i didn’t come soon-”

“Dont be sorry,You’re here now I’m safe.” she said, pecking his lips, with her hands around his neck. Spencer nuzzled his face and wrapped his arm around her waist.

You couldn’t stop yourself from mentally breaking down after seeing Spencer and Maeve together, as you tried pulling together your best poker face, Diana who was pinned below you pulled out a knife and slashed it against you,a long streak of blood oozed out from just under your ribs across your midriff over to your left side,

Seething in resentment and pain you handed her to emily as you put pressure on your wound.You were getting dizzy because of exhaustion or blood loss? you didn’t know but you couldn’t care less as you saw Maeve and Spencer be sickenly sweet in front of you even now.

“You need a medic?” Emily asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, i’ll take a couple days off tend to it myself, i’m going to head back now, but i do need some bandage”

“I already have some here.” She handed it over to you “You know it’s alright to admit you’re hurting,”

You scoffed, bandaging your abdomen.

“(y/n) you know exactly what I’m talking about “

“I’m gonna get some sleep emily, good night” you said, strolling past her, back hunched, with the image replaying in your head, still clear as day.

Someone tell that to shakespeare eh?

bringing this one back

Can someone answer why Peter Parker has a twin bed in his room?

The P A R E N T T R A P

I was gonna make a “remember when captain america punched harley quinn in the face” post before realising that margot robbie and jaime pressly are not actually the same person despite the evidence that they most definitely are

I mean???

they are literally the same person???

for years I’ve believed there was only one of them????

but??? there’s two?¿?¿?¿

MCU 👏 STEVE 👏 ROGERS 👏 DESERVED 👏 FUCKING 👏 BETTER 👏 THAN 👏 WHAT 👏 HE 👏 GOT👏

Moonlit nights

A/N: A little Harrison fluff cause god knows we need it. Requests open as always. So feel free to drop by!credits to the owner of this picture of Harrison. We do not deserve this greek god.

Pairing : Harrison Osterfield x reader

He glowed, inhumanely angelic, as if this light, these stars, this bed and every color that covered his skin was made just for him.

Those fierce blue eyes, vivid and tenacious a stark constrast to his soft delicate skin which remained exposed as you drew soft patterns with your hands against his chest and his arm around your bed, tangled in the soft white sheets that only enhanced his sharp features.

You trail your hand against his jaw, pressing featherlight kisses to it as he slept beside you, so peacefully his innocence as piercing as his eyes, it only reminded you how much you loved him, you smiled at that thought,

“Love, what are y’ doin?” He said with his sultry, husky voice, laced with sleep and affection.

“Enjoying the view, go back to sleep handsome” you replied,with a soft giggle when you realised you could hear him snoring softly.

He shifted and tucked your head on his chest, and both arms covering your sides spooning you,

“Get some sleep pretty girl. Tommorow’s the big day” he murmured in a gruff voice.

Tilting up your chin, you pressed a kiss to his soft lips smiling through the kiss as you realised

You get to do that the rest of your life from tommorow.

Masterlist

Sherlock

Imagine Sherlock making a wrong deduction, you correct it 

Paintings - James Moriarty x reader

Harry Potter -

A little Too much- Newt x reader 

Please don't deactivate I love your blog

Thank You so much love. That really means a lot, feel free to request stuff

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Love,

Kay

Imagine:Sherlock making a wrong deduction, you correct it.

“Ugh, boring. John, we’re leaving. This was a suicide, there’s gonna be a note somewhere, actually check the journal she used to write, you’ll find something there. Lestrade, we’re done here”, Sherlock said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world

“Oh my my, the day has come hasn’t it? Sherlock Holmes, makes a wrong deduction, the headlines for tomorrow's newspaper I suppose” you said, smirking at the current situation

“Care to explain?” “Ink blotches on the right hand, particularly the index and thumb, she was a right handed woman. The gunshot was on the right side but, her spine’s broken, the gun shot looks much fresher, it was a staged suicide Mr. Holmes”

John’s eyes lit up. And the expression on Sherlock’s face was, without a doubt, priceless.

Kay