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Ah yes academy rivalry

(Maes falls 2 seconds later)

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Question: Law is dressing up for their first date but where do you think should he take Luffy? 

A. Disneyland - A couple on a Ferris Wheel, yes?
B. Cat Cafe - Coz Luffy is cute and cats are cute. Put two cute things together. Let’s see how Law handles it.
C. Cinema - Horror movies. Because why not?
D. North Pole - Two things: Adventure and Aurora Borealis.

Lieber Sebastian,

Times may be unbearable and knowing you, you’re not satisfied with anything less than that first place. Now, more than ever, the lows may seem more prominent than the highs, but we mustn’t forget the wonderful moments that happened throughout the year. Thank you, Sebastian.

Thank you for everything you’ve given us this year. From the unexpected win in Melbourne that set the tone for the season, to the astonishing first victory for Ferrari in 16 years in Monaco. The goosebumps I got when they were chanting your name as you stood atop of the Monza podium. It came apparent to me then that you’ve stolen the Tifosi’s hearts. Each and every podium was one that you relished; genuine emotion and happiness in your eyes.

Thank you for choosing to celebrate it all with us. The first time you showed us your Egyptian dance moves, to the the last time it was almost a full routine. Your sheer happiness over the radio as Adami told you you’d just gotten pole position; or won. Your delighted face as you sprayed the champagne over whoever was next to you at the time, being exactly where you belong.

Thank you for never stopping. You taught us to never lift, never stop believing. You’ve fought like a lion; gave it everything you had. You handled the bad times with your head held high. The strength, optimism and positivity you’ve shown over the past few months is so remarkable and truly inspiring. You didn’t give up until it was over. You are a true force keeping this team and the Tifosi alive; a respected leader.

Thank you for giving us the courage to move on. It is over. There’s no denying that and right now it still hurts deeply, but we are strong. You, Kimi, everyone at Ferrari and us; we are a team and we’ll come back fighting even stronger and harder than ever. We win together, we lose together. But more importantly; we will never give up.

Please don’t be too hard on yourself. Be proud, stand up tall and move forwards. Make 2018 your year.

I bow down to you with nothing but respect, as I cling onto your optimism and positive words. Thank you for everything, Sebastian.

Facebook memories just brought this back up, I had no idea it existed! 
This is me from 2 years ago, doing a mini-routine to Melody Gardot’s “So we meet again.” Kind of surprised by how clean it is even it’s super short. (God, I can’t believe it’s been that long already since I’ve done pole x_x)

hazelestelle  asked:

Hello <3 Firstly, I love your blog! And then: Omg, pole dancing Tony! I love this headcanon (partly because I also do pole dance :D I just started about a year ago, so I'm not very good yet...), amd omg, I would love you forever if you wrote a story about it :)

Hi and welcome, my fellow pole dancer! Hey, a year is already a long time and I’m sure you’ve already come very far! It gets easy to become so fixated on all the new moves you’re just learning or still can’t do, but remember when you first started and all you really did was walk around the pole? Even that felt so awkward! Or maybe that was just me xD 

Anyways, there is more to come (eventually) since pole dancer!Tony is not something I can see losing interest in any time soon, but for now I’ll hope this little titbit will satisfy! It’s basically a ‘how it all started’ ficlet. Enjoy :)


It was all Rhodey’s fault. Well, and maybe sort of Tony’s, in a tiny, utterly negligible way, but that isn’t important. The point is, Tony’s lost a stupid bet and his best friend is an asshole, and that’s the only reason he’s even here, attending a first time pole dancing lesson. Really. It’s not like he’s been whining to Rhodey about wanting to try it for the past two years, absolutely not. 

It’s… weird.

It’s weird because he’s very aware that in a class of eleven people, he’s the only guy–though their trainer, a tall woman with wild, black curls and a strict, no non-sense attitude has assured him that there are a couple of other men training at their studio, all in different classes–and it’s just odd. 

Nobody is being rude though and Tony ruthlessly squashes the urge to fiddle with the hem of his top. He really needs to get a hold of himself. There’s no reason to be weird about this. Also, the fact that he’s about to learn how to pole dance

And nope, that not excitement, that’s apprehension, thank you very much.

They start with a simple introduction, names, dance experiences, reasons for showing up here. Their trainer–Eve–explains some of the basics around pole dance, the studio and a couple of things for their own security. (Like, you know, don’t climb up that pole and do one of those upside down turns you’ve seen on TV without a mat, instructions or prior experience.) Then the actual lesson starts.

“Alright!” Eve calls out eventually, turning up the volume of the hi-fi equipment as she goes. “Everybody grab a yoga mat please!”

They start with a warm-up routine, a mixture of stretch and Kraft-exercises, that dearly reminds Tony how out-of-shape he really is–and it’s only been the first twenty minutes. Still, he builds an instant kinship with the strawberry blonde girl on the pole right next to his, who starts cursing softly under her breath after the third push-up, and they both exchange breathless grins over Eve’s sharp counting.

By the time they are told to put the mats away, Tony can’t deny that he’s genuinely looking forward to trying some real stuff out–and to the water that Eve regularly reminds them to drink.

And really, it’s a lot more fun than Tony expected. They don’t do anything really impressive, rationally he knows that. Which makes total sense because it becomes obvious immediately that none of them where lying–they all don’t have a clue what they’re doing. But that makes the moves Eve shows them all the more fun, the secure knowledge that you aren’t the only one who keeps stumbling and grips the pole with the wrong hand.

It’s mostly dance steps around the pole with little twirls at this point, as well as a crash course in climbing a pole the right way. It’s a lot harder than it sounds. You have to use not just your hands but also your underarms to keep a stable hold, and- 

“Don’t forget to stretch your feet!” Eve reminds them for the up-tenth time. “Remember it looks much more elegant this way!”

The session ends with a few stretching exercises and a last round of Q&A–

“What clothes are the most practical?”

“How long does a lesson typically last?”

“Is it possible to have more than one lesson a week?”

–before Eve asks them to please sign up for the course if they are interested in continuing. Swallowing, Tony stares at the piece of paper being passed around, flashes of What will Rhodey say and Am I really doing this passing through his mind.

But when Strawberry-Blonde hands him a pen, Tony doesn’t even hesitate to sign his name, a little shakily perhaps, but readable all the same.

He’s had a fun time and he’s gonna give this a shot, damn everyone else’s opinions. And if the thought of telling Howard about his newest hobby brings a brilliant smile on Tony’s face, well. That’s nobody’s business but his own.


Please let me know if you liked this little dose of pole dancer!Tony, especially if you have any headcanons or ideas for future drabbles with this concept! And, as always, have a wonderful day! <3

Btw, @hazelestelle I’m gonna cash in on that eternal love you’ve promised me at some point *cackles manically* ;)

miyakokurono  asked:

Hey,can I request a fic for Ciel who's s/o has come down with a bad cold and despite being told to rest and just sleep by the doctors, which Ciel accompanied her too.She cant due to being a slight workaholic and being happiest when she is working or surrounded by books and chess.So it is up to Ciel to ensure her care is well taken care of.In the midst of her sickness she places her glasses upon her head as she can't see out of em + they get stuck in her hair so Ciel has to helpher untangled them

You caught the sneeze just as it exploded from your nose, leaving you lightheaded as you wiped your raw nose, cursing your immune system. Of all the times to get sick, why now, right in the busiest week?

Luckily, Sebastian had fashioned a desk for you out of one of the breakfast trays, held in place with metal poles he’d bent himself (he snatched any chance to show off once you confessed to knowing he was a demon), meaning that you could still be productive despite being bedridden.

Ciel was sat beside you working on an actual desk so he could keep you company. A sickly child, he had already had this particular strain of cold and therefore was unlikely to get it again so between he and Sebastian, you were well taken care of.

Exasperated, you pushed your glasses up and away from your face so you could wipe your perpetually watery eyes. Eyes now dry, they only watered again when you pulled your glasses, catching several tangled strands of hair.

Ciel huffed in poorly concealed amusement, putting his work aside as he stood to help you. His slender fingers made quick work of the issue and he readjusted them onto your eyes.

“Idiot.” Ciel chastised you, though it was more an affectionate term rather than an insult.

You smirked as he pulled back as if nothing happened. No one could cheer you up quite like Ciel. “Love you too.”

Ciel’s blush betrayed his glare.


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