#daniel bridge

[aestum]

(by Daniel Dalea)

[dykesynthezoid]

Show armandaniel has the potential of like. Heartbreaking: the most awful fucked up couple you know somehow has supportive interfaith relationship. And I think it’s hilarious. Frankly

[larek16]

[bitingdrivers]

Your stuff is really cool! Are you still taking prompts? Cuz I would love the 'Dandelion' one with Max, its such nice word play I find. He's the dutch lion and the dandelion flower literally translates to lion's tooth, no? (In French it's dent-de-lion)

Would be kinda cute, but feel free not to though, no pressure, have a nice day

hello!! i took a little bit different approach with the prompt, hope you still like it!!! in my head, i set this in the verse of this fic , but you can totally read it as a stand alone

22. dandelions

Fallen branches and pine cones crunch under the wheels, as their mustard Range Rover crawls through the woods, following the path carved into the forest floor by other people that ventured here. Young birches and firs accompany their journey, with rustling of leaves that glide along the windshield and sides of the car, and prickly spruce paws that poke inside the rolled-down windows.

Through the crowns of pine trees rises the clear summer sky, blue like the forget-me-nots that grow in their garden. Rays of scorching sun peek from behind the tree branches, casting pools of golden light on the underbrush.

The road is uneven, and as the car jumps on another bump, Daniel jumps with it, swearing under his breath; the seat belt digs sharply into his bare shoulder. Beside him, Max laughs, shifting the gears.

"Why couldn't we go to the shore with normal road?" Daniel asks, reaching to turn down the volume of the song that's been blaring through their stereo.

"Because," Max starts, "This shore is private, of course."

The car jumps on another bump.

"Of course it's private, there's no road!" Daniel exclaims, as the car's suspension wobbles on a turn.

Max shifts gears again, his long legs clad in tiny shorts moving on the pedals, and drives downhill. Ahead of them is a rickety bridge — two wooden boards thrown over a trench.

"Daniel, you do this every time. We have been going to this shore for years, I know how to drive on this road," Max replies nonchalantly.

The car's wheels touch the wooden planks of the bridge, and despite the nervous pit in Daniel's stomach, the wood doesn't break, and their Rover smoothly makes it to the other side.

Daniel breathes out, relieved.

Max pats him on the thigh and says sympathetically, "We're almost there."

"Yeah, I know."

They continue to drive through the forest, until the woods open into the river bank — it's covered in bright green grass and littered with tiny yellow dots of coltsfoot, dandelions and buttercups; near the murky emerald water, the field turns into cracker-dust sand.

Max parks their Range Rover in the middle of the grass, shielding them from the other unlikely visitors. They leave the doors open, music paying loudly in the empty field.

Daniel leaves his thongs in the car and steps out onto the field, tiny grass blades tickling his feet. Max does the same, then goes to the boot to get their stuff.

The sweltering heat eases off with the breeze from the water — Daniel breathes in, feels the air cool down the sweat on his bare chest. Bugs buzz around, and if he listens very closely, Daniel can hear the distant bird song from the forest.

Once they spread out their blanket, Max goes to the water — the water is too cold to swim in, but he still dips his feet it.

"No," Daniel hears him say from his place on the blanket. Soon, Max appears beside him and sits down, taking his shirt off.

Daniel chuckles, "Too cold?" and reaches for the sunscreen.

"Freezing," Max agrees, smiling, and turns his back for Daniel to put the cream on — Daniel covers his pale shoulders, dotted with tiny freckles that only come out in the summer, moves to Max's arms with the tine lines ending at where the sleeves of his t-shirts sit, makes sure to cover his soft stomach and thighs.

After they are both covered in sunscreen and Daniel made sure to put a hat on Max's head, they lounge in the sun, reveling in the cool breeze from the river.

About thirty minutes into their lounging, Daniel gets bored of lying around and baking in the sun. He stands up and wanders a little farther into the green and yellow field.

Max interrupts his story about a sim race he had yesterday to ask, "Where are you going?"

With a cheeky grin, Daniel replies, "Gonna make something for you, Maxy," and begins to pick the dandelions that litter the grassy shore.

Max watches, eyes peeking out from the elbow that his head is lying on. "You're doing a bouquet?" he asks, eyeing the bunch of flowers in Daniel's hand.

"Better."

Satisfied with the number of flowers, Daniel comes back to Max and sits down on the blanket. Then, he picks up two dandelions and twists them around. Max watches, as Daniel uses the stem of a third flower to tie the two buds.

After Daniel weaves more dandelions together, Max catches up.

"Oh!" he gasps, "You're making a crown!"

Daniel nods, delighted, and brings the unfinished crown on Max's head to measure how much more he needs to weave.

"I didn't know you can do that," Max says, sitting up and picking up a dandelion tp play with the stem — the milky fluid from it sticks to his fingers, and Max whispers "Ew", wiping his hand on the blanket.

"I was bored last summer, while you were away on your trip," Daniel explains. Max went back to the Netherlands for a couple of days to visit his friends, and Daniel was doing anything to stop missing him — cleaned their house twice, worked in the garden sunrise to sundown, taught himself how to make flower crowns: he made one for himself and two for Sassy and Jimmy, but they did not appreciate it when Daniel tried to put the crowns on their heads for a picture.

"Here we go," Daniel says once the dandelion crown is done. "A golden crown, fit for mylion. prince" He can't fight his smile as Max takes off his cap and allows Daniel to gently place the crown on his head.

"How do I look?" Max asks, shyly looking at Daniel. His cheeks and nose, dusted with tiny freckles, are pink from the sun, the corners of his eyes crinkled with intensity of his smile.

Daniel's heart flips; he loves Max so much.

"Like the prettiest prince I've ever seen," he replies, unable to stop himself from kissing Max. Max makes a soft noise and kisses back.

Once they part, Max says, a little out of breath, "Daniel, I cannot be the only one with the crown, you need to be a prince too, of course."

He picks up two dandelions from the blanket. "Teach me how to make one."

Daniel smiles and leans in for another kiss.

"Okay, Maxy."

[fuckyeahcostumedramas]

Vicky Krieps as Alma & Daniel Day-Lewis as Reynolds Woodcock in Phantom Thread (Film, 2017).

[theredcrane]

Practicing rendering with Lara from The Bridge Kingdom. This series has me in a puddle of tears on the floor

[slutforpringles]

Daniel doing a seat fit in the garage on Media Day ahead of the Dutch GP | Thursday | Zandvoort | Rudy Carezzevoli

[rickybaby]

The thing that makes me the angriest is that Daniel was treated that way just to put in a driver that lasted only two races at RB (and with the latest news about Franco, probably in F1). I thought seeing LL get kicked out would make me happy, but in reality, I just feel a great sadness for how Daniel was treated. He didn’t deserve any of this, and I’ll never be able to get over it.

That’s the thing, I don’t think Daniel was pushed out because red bull believed lawson was this undeniable racing talent. It’s just that they thought Daniel was the easiest to manipulate out of Checo, himself and Lawson. Because after all, junior Daniel was the one expressing his gratitude to Dr. Marko through his crooked teeth even as they had him drive a death machine for free in his first season. Even when he came back after all those years, he was just so grateful and they thought Daniel is our loyal old dog even if we kick him he’s always going to come back. Except they forgot that they tried to deny him what he thought he was worth once and he walked away. And whatever exactly went down in Singapore. Whatever was said or not said to Daniel. Whatever the contracts said. Whatever were the reasons for why it happened the way it did, I know there’s a tiny part of it all that Daniel decided to walk away and this is what makes the idea of him never coming back ever again a bit easier to take, that in the end, he chose his last scrap of dignity and walked away

[of-fear-and-love]

Sidney Poitier in For Love of Ivy (1968)

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[gabrielleragusi]

"The roar of the wind was deafening, the strength of it buffeting them from side to side, the sand scouring over her exposed flesh, her eyes pure agony as she gripped Aren’s hand, dragging him forward step by step. You can do this, she silently screamed at herself. You will survive this."

Endpaper illustration for Bragelonne's edition of The Traitor Queen by Danielle L. Jensen. I had a lot of fun painting this scene and rendering the sand and swirling clouds (:

Instagram  - ArtStation - Website - Inprnt - Etsy - TikTok

[galleryofart]

Temple, Fountain and Cave in Sezincote Park

Artist: Thomas Daniell (English, 1749–1840)

Date: 1819

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Yale Center for British Art, New Haven, CT, United States

[moonboundbooks]

💚 The Bridge Kingdom & The Traitor Queen 💙

By @danielleljensen

This was part of my trade with @poppypressbindery. We both absolutely love the Bridge Kingdom series, so I wanted to make a set for her! Very difficult task as there have been sooooo many gorgeous covers of these books, especially the new paperback sets that have been released. But I like how they turned out. ☺️

Thank you @lizz_binding for keeping me sane on this one while coming up with the design.

[mapas-fantasticos]

Map from The Bridge Kingdom Archives by Danielle L. Jensen (map by Damien Mammoliti).

[briabooknerd]

[stupidlybookish]

Lara: How did you find me?

Aren: Oh, it was easy, really. I just listened for the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that.