#max yapps

[museyphobia]

headcanon:

when Penelope first found out she was pregnant, she was nervous to tell Odysseus so she came to Athena cause Penelope sees Athena as her mother-in-law

[relativedamage]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

Before you follow me you may want to read my carrd ⤵

I realized that people on tumblr generally care about ships and stuff so adding this, I dont hate on any ships, except proships --> I will block, I am a big multishipper I rlly dont mind what the ships are although I dont care as much abt Snily and a few others but am not an anti I just dont talk abt them--> I will ship Sev with anyone tbh if you make it interesting as long as it is legal, rn I am having a lot of fun with Sevroy (snockhart), and Jily!

While I do not Romantically ship Snily though I adore Sevlily friendship!!!

I will also talk other things on here like batfam!

[flovoid]

so, we are throwing a party now?

[souvenir116]

For a split second Crane pondered whether Max would bring Charles up with no context and then he thought "... it's Max Verstappen....yeah it checks out" and just went with it

And Max's exasperated but also defeated "Yeah..yes Crane" like he himself knows he does bring Charles up at odd times

you're so right with the no context part 😁 and as @lovelylotusf1 said:

[suffering-asthmatic-tifosi]

EXCITINGGG

[max-hazbin-here-before]

Husk: Hey who’s got my hat?

Angel: *took husk’s hat* Look I’m husker! Screw off, screw off, screw off

Husk: Ah ha ah ha, gimme that *snatches his hat back*

[oacahalandito]

The Qatar qualifying was *chef's kiss*

The three on podium look so happy I am so happy for them. It's like a therapy after Brazil and all that :D

[racingcore]

Max: well akshually 🤓☝️

and then he yapps about charles' haircut (x)

[cressidagrey]

Hey its the yapper here.^^ and i come to yapp.

I love how you portrait Belles healing journay. I mean the Pascal birthday/mothers day chapter. Its not like a race, more like a hole season. Sometimes Healing and setting boundaries works easier and sometimes it does not. Especial with the way her family is pushing back (or more fitting, trying to steamroll her again) its understanding that Belle isnt jumping forward afterwards. Often people write setting boundaries against an abuser (bc emotional abuse is still abuse) like an easy task its not and I love how you portrait it with Belle.

The birthday situation. To read that Belles birthday was the monaco raceday made me except a terrible birthday. I was drawing 'gifts' from hell in my mind. But no one? Jesus Christ. And again your way to write that. Starten with all the people who remembered...all people (except Saint. Emilie ofc) she meet through Max. And that as her point of no return is fitting. I really like it. And that the groupchat is checken the time it takes the failures to realise it, as "the brothers she deserves"...that made me emotional.

The Engagement...Not gonna lie I exceptet that situation. But I still really enjoyed it.

Now to the Star if the Road. The Wedding. I love everything about it! I cried, I laught loud & I startet power walking circels in my livingroom: as someone who was 'scared' of a vegas wedding, the 'shotgun' is perfect. Emilie running the Show like a wargeneral. The Crew Meeting in the Penthouse. I loved everything about it. All the important people there. In the bedroom, the kitchen. The Flower and Party-Location Subplots were amazing, the kitchen talks, the bedroom talks...The vows were romantic as hell. And the Party afterwards was great. The reaction of the groupchat...chefs kiss.

Lets talk about your new story. The Charles-Vet one...I think I recognised a pattern in your storys. Animals. The Lando Story -the perfect medical alert puppy, Mrs. Piastri- the chicken & now Charles and his childhood Sweetheart- Leo.

But now I think I have enough yapped. Byee^^

Yapper, you are always welcome here. Truly. 🫶

I cannot even begin to tell you how much this message meant—especially your words about Belle’s healing not being linear. That was one of the most important things I wanted to show: that progress isn’t always tidy or triumphant. Sometimes it’s quiet, sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it backslides—and all of that is still growth. Thank you for seeing and naming that so clearly.

Also: YES, the “brothers she deserves” group chat being more present than her actual family on her birthday? I had feelings writing that too. 😭

And your notes on the Vegas wedding made me smile so hard. I wanted it to feel chaotic but deeply loving, like a patchwork of all the people who chose Belle without hesitation. I’m so, so happy it came across that way.

Also, the animal pattern??? I feel so called out and seen at the same time 😭 Apparently I’m incapable of writing a fic without at least one emotionally significant animal now. The pattern continues…

Never stop yapping. You bring so much joy with your messages. 💛

[naanima]

Wrote this in between making breakfast and cooking the turkey roll. I'm stunned at my own productivity. So, a Christmas present to all the Dirlies. (I'll post this on Ao3 in the next few days. Hopefully).

Maxiel, GEN, Christmas, sweet, soft happiness. 1.9k words. Unbetad (I barely gave it a second look).

What Max got Daniel for Christmas.

Tidings I bring

So far Christmas has been topnotch, he had gone for a run fully rugged up because holy fuck it was cold for a Perth Christmas morning. But the rising sun that had lit up the sky a beautiful orange had made it worth it. It felt like he was the only person in the world, running alone on the pavement, the trees changing colour as the sun had risen higher.

The only thing that had shattered the illusion of him being the only person in the world had been an old man with a giant ass dog that had sent him running across the road to the safety of a pedestrian pathway without a pony sized dog. Sure, the man had said with a giant smile that she was harmless but Daniel wasn't trusting any stranger's dog.

He had gotten back to his parents' place unaccosted by any other canine. Had a shower, and moved to the kitchen to empty the dishwasher and put stuff away in the correct cupboards, and then made himself a coffee with his parents’ new coffee machine.

His mum had walked in while he was finishing his coffee. She gave him a peck on the cheek and murmured, “Merry Christmas,” as she started getting things out for christmas breakfast.

He helped his mum with breakfast. Well, he helped by getting the fancy Christmas breakfast plates and cutlery from the back of the higher cabinets, washed the fruits, and yappes at her as she went about making delicious cheesy chicken sandwiches and sliced fruits.

Once the prep work was done, Daniel made them both an espresso.

Grace' lips had quirked up at the corner when she took a sip and tasted the grappa. The two of them sat at the kitchen bench, drinking their nicely boozed up espresso as they looked out the sliding doors into the garden dusted by sunlight. These were the moments he had missed the most when he had been away, the quiet moment with his family, with his mum, just existing together with people that loved him without reservation, no matter how much he fucked up.

These were the perfect moments.

He looked at the small mug in his hands, and thought about telling his mum that he was sorry that he had never won a World Championship. He was never going to get another chance because he was done. But this, here in the quiet kitchen of his parents home, surrounded by childhood memorabilia and the love of his mother, he was at peace with it.

He let the thought go, there would be a better time for it later. He has all the time now.

His phone pinged, he looked at his phone and frowned at the message.

MAXMILLIAN ⭐⭐⭐⭐: Are you at your parents’?

Daniel gnawed his lips as he typed out a response. Barely noticing his mum standing out to check the sandwiches.

DR3: yeah…❓❓❓

MAXMILLIAN ⭐⭐⭐⭐: I have your present.

DR3: better be a big one Maxy!

MAXMILLIAN ⭐⭐⭐⭐: It will be big.

“Anything important?” Grace asked.

Daniel blinked and smiled back, “All good. Just Max nailing out the details for my Christmas present.”

Grace’ raised a brow but didn't say anything else, just started to plate the cheesy deliciousness that Daniel couldn't wait to bite into.

…

Daniel hated the dumb wooden chairs for the outdoor dining, but they were having their Christmas lunch/dinner outside, and Daniel was the one that ended up with the job of getting them from the shed. Getting them wasn't the problem, the problem was having to dust off the damn cobwebs, and deal with the spiders and whatever else that had made their home on them. Urgh.

He should have swapped with his dad and started up the barbeque.

“Daniel.”

And oh look, now he was having auditory hallucinations, because that sure sounded like Max Verstappen calling his name. Which would be fucking ridiculous, the man would be at home at Christmas with his cookie cutter ready to go fa-

“Daniel.”

And fuck that was definitely Max's voice and his way of saying his name, ‘Danyul’. Daniel abandoned the stare off he had going with a spider, not like it mattered since the spider didn't even acknowledge his presence, and whipped around so fast he almost lost his balance. And standing on the steps of the his parents’ outdoor decking was Max fucking Verstappen in a short sleeved, oh my fucking god, Enchanté Parts & Services tee that Daniel had sent him but never thought he would wear, and and a pair of black shorts.

What in the name of his deeply buried sex dreams was happening?! (Okay, so most of them were honestly embarrassing soft fantasies about spending time together and doing super sappy things together, but that was not the point, Daniel). Oh, Max’s hair was looking good.

And oh yeah, speaking was required, “Max,” his voice sounded croaky, which he blamed how dry his throat had gotten. “Hi!” And that was much better.

“Hi Daniel,” Max said, voice soft and happy. Smile blooming across his face.

And Daniel felt his own face spreading with a giant smile in return. Max was here. Max was here! Max was here in his parents’ home on Christmas day!

They stood there looking at each other, smiles growing larger by the seconds. Before it could get awkward, his mum's cough broke the moment.

Daniel turned to look at her, eyes slowly blinking, he felt a bit dazed, must be the sunlight. His mum was looking at them with barely contained amusement, Daniel dimly noted that his dad was looking through the kitchen window. And oh yeah, there were other people around, and there were going to be more, over twenty people that were going to be invading the Ricciardo household for Christmas.

And oh my fucking god, Max was here at his parents' house on Christmas.

“Max, come in and have a gin and tonic. I got a nice brand I think you would love,” Grace said as she ushered Max into the house, throwing a pointed look at Daniel. And Daniel has no clue what to do but follow them back inside.

Daniel walked into the kitchen and noticed the giant fucking white box on the kitchen dining table. It had to have been half a metre tall and thirty centimetres wide. Standing next to it were two strangers, a man and a woman dressed in some sort of pale green uniform. They both had very polite customer smiles on their faces.

His dad was standing on the other side of the table, looking at it with a combination of suspicion and interest, Grace walked by without a glance and went straight to the liquor cabinet to grab the gin that she had promised Max.

Daniel looked at the box for several seconds before turning to look at Max. He waved at the thing with his hands, speechless.

Max's face was slightly pink as he rubbed the back of his head, and then looked up tentatively.

“Daniel, you didn't tell me what you wanted for Christmas, and I naturally wanted to get you something special. So.” He gestured at whatever the fuck that was.

“Uh,” Daniel uttered.

“So I thought about it, and had this made. But I wanted it to be fresh so it had to be made yesterday, and then I flew here from Monaco with it. Oh, and that's James and Louise, I was worried of something going wrong so I naturally had them accompa-”

“Wait. What. What do you mean something going wrong?” Daniel interrupted. How dangerous could his present be?

“Excuse me,” Louise politely interjected. “Perhaps it would be best if we show you?”

Max smiled, “Yes. That would be of course excellent.”

Daniel just nodded his head.

Louise and James brought out the box that had been hiding behind the giant whatever it was on the table. They opened it and retrieved a knife each, and before Daniel could panic they cut the strings tied around the box.

Max had moved next to Danie, his shoulder brushing Daniel's, and they had shared another smile before turning their attention to the unboxing. Grace had handed Max the promised gin and tonic, and moved next to Joe, the two of them sharing a bemused look as they looked upon two strangers unboxing a large box on their dining table.

It took several minutes to remove the strings carefully, and James had to stand up on the kitchen chair to get to the strings at the top. The card box came off slowly, and it took several seconds before Daniel realised what it was.

He distantly heard the soft gasp from his mum and exhale of, “fuck,” from his dad. And Daniel’s brain was obviously failing to comprehend anything.

Because on his fucking table was a giant sized replica of the World Championship trophy.

“Is that a cake?” Grace asked.

“Yes,” Max answered.

Daniel whipped his head around to stare at Max who was already looking at Daniel, waiting.

“It is a cheesecake,” Max said, ramping up to his full Max-explain mode, hands making gestures to emphasise his point. “The outside is a combination of white chocolate and buttercream, because of course fondant would be disgusting.” His nose scrunched up in disgust. “And Daniel, I did not wish to share a cheesecake with you and your loved ones with a bad tasting cake.”

And Daniel knew his face was doing something weird, he had always shown too much, unable to hide his emotions when it became too much. And this was too much. This was Max bringing him a piece of one of his best moments in life to share with Daniel and his loved ones. This was Max remembering a dumb present from years as a joke even though the sentiment of sharing it with each was all too real. This was Max coming to Perth, to his parents' home on Christmas day. This was Max making a fucking a statement but still giving Daniel a way out if he didn't want to acknowledge whatever they had been dancing around with for years now.

And Daniel could be cautious, could be cowardly, could make a joke, and Max would blink and then smile and move on. But Daniel was tired of being afraid, Daniel was tired of denying what had been brewing between them, and Daniel didn't want Max to stand there and wait for Daniel to be brave.

He moved, stunned Max in the middle of explaining how he had wanted the cake to be bigger, grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled and he leaned in. Daniel had thought about what it would have been like to kiss Max for years now, and he finally let himself have what he has wanted. His mouth met Max’s open mouth, and he kissed him deep. Max was only surprised for a second, he had responded almost straight away, hands going around Daniel's waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. For a kiss years in the making it was incredibly soft and gentle. Both of them were aware how precious this was.

It was simply lovely.

When they finally pulled apart they were smiling like idiots at each other. They could have stood there looking at each forever if it wasn't interrupted.

“James and Louise, would you like to stay for lunch?” Grace asked from somewhere behind Daniel.

And fuck, Daniel’ eyes widened in horror as he realised he had just forgotten about his parents. Max’s eyes had also gone wide, mouth hanging open, and Daniel couldn't help it, Max truly did look like Sid the Sloth. He started cackling, had to leave heavily against Max and hold on or else he was going to fall over laughing.

Max pulled him in tighter and started giggling uncontrollably.

Best Christmas ever.

[museyphobia]

this fandom has fully accepted that Capsacin is Burning Spice's son

and I agree

[relativedamage]

So much moomin on my tl i love it!

[ghostellie]

Max yappping at Checo during the drivers parade, fork found in kitchen

[insertsacoolname]

Okay so I have already tried to upload this blog many times but looks like Tumblr has been checking my patience a lot. I swear to god if this doesn't upload this time....

Little reminder - people have already talked about these all things already I'm just putting them into lights again, incase u have any Byler doubt

Robin coming out to Steve scene

The song which was playing at that scene

This same song was somehow playing at this one particular scene aswell

Coincidence? But why with Mike and El if "M" is supposed to be endgame?

Also, these two scenes being parallel from season 1 and 4

Another coincidence? But why? Were Duffers trying to say, "Doesn't this Jonathan and Will scene look familiar!? Well it is parallel to Karen Mike scene!! Don't ask why but Mike is totally straight ☺️"

Onto Mike's monologue

Before proceeding y'all have to understand that this monologue was important, wether you see it from Byler lens or "M" lens

Watch this video carefully

Veins get tighter when he said those words to her. They were supposed to give her strength but they didn't. Those veins only became loose when he said "You have to fight" "fight!"

We had somewhat similar situation with Max aswell but the difference is that she gets flashback with everyone especially with Lucas. But El? No she doesn't.

They had perfect chance to prove us that we were delusional and M is actually endgame but they didn't. They could've given flashbacks like -

Mike doing El's makeup

Their first kiss

Mike calling her for 353 days

Them finally meeting eachother after long time in season 2

Their snowball scene

"I love her and can't loose her again" scene

Them meeting eachother at airport scene

But no they didn't. They had chance but they didn't. Yet we are the ones delusional.

Also these two scenes being parallel

Both Wheelers sitting on same side having soda cans near them and venting to Byers about how they can't say ily to their partners (+ Nancy and Jonathan are together now). Let's not forget about the Rockie scene where it was being directly paralleled to Byler van scene. And Vickie and Mike were on same position while on other hand Robin and Will were on same position.

This all doesn't make a bit of sense unless it is intentional.

M's can still yapp about how we are the ones delusional but these proofs are right in front of their eyes.

[suffering-asthmatic-tifosi]

STOP THE RACE ITS GOOD STOPPP

[max-hazbin-here-before]

♡Welcome to my first Huskerdust Ted talk of many

♡Warnings: Angst, and Valentino

♡The song "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow

♡Angel Dust is Lola<3

♡Husk is Tony<3

♡And Valentino is Rico</3

♡My brain made me think of this so now I must share it<3