#apeacebone

💕 Kissing somewhere other than the lips – George and Daniel

“This one?” “Rough year. Wanted a reminder to keep my head up – always something good coming, just gotta keep going.” George nods and brushes his lips over the shine on inked neatly just above the inside of Daniel’s elbow. They should get up and go for a run, probably, but there’s not much incentive when Daniel’s lying beside him, left arm outstretched, the other hand tucked behind his head on the pillow as he watches George work his way along. “How about this one?”

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2023 fic rec ask game 💕

12. fic you want everyone to study in a literature class? answered by @lydia-petze:

Even A Mouse by @ficster28 is a gen His Dark Materials AU. Charles's daemon settles as a mouse. I could gush about this fic for hours, but suffice to say the symbolism, of the mouse and that of other daemons, is intentional. This fic draws on some well known fables and archetypes, and carries a very dark theme about sacrifice in motorsport.

16. femslash shoutout? answered by @boxboxbrioche:

5. go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey

AW SHIT, HERE WE GO AGAIN

So first of all, these options you've given me are rude.

The idea of spending six unbroken hours with Fernando Alonso in close proximity makes me understand why David Coulthard didn't want to go camping with him in the next tent. What are we going to talk about? What is he THINKING?

That being said.

Fernando: Six hour road trip. I AM DRIVING. I AM DRIVING. I CNANOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. We are road-tripping across Spain, and we've shared a carafe of wine over a light but lengthy lunch. As we get going again (I am driving) I grill him gently on his wild F1 youth and find out all the dirty details about the 2000s paddock and Jenson Button's sexual escapades and what the hell was going on with Mark Webber. Then he takes a siesta.

Nico: Six hour flight! It's his private jet. As I board, a flight attendant hands me a hot towel to wash my hands and a monogrammed robe. I sit down next to Nico and he opens a small fridge across from our plush, wide seats. It's full of champagne and face masks. We do skincare and get increasingly tipsy. Every hour, a flight attendant comes by to mist the air so that our nostrils don't get too dry. Nico and I try some perfume samples. At hour three, a masseuse comes out of the back of the plane to give us foot rubs. It is the most relaxing experience of my life.