#max's musing

[stars-n-spice]

Questions TBB Better Fucking Answer Soon:

Where the FUCK is Tech??? Stop fucking giving us hope that he might be C2-X or whatever the fuck. Fucking show us his dead body or give him back to us!

Where the FUCK is Cody?? Huh??? Where did he go??? Only acceptable answer? He's on his way to Tatooine to be with Obi-Wan. You reveal that and all will be forgiven. I promise. Maybe.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH WOLFFE FOR LETTING REX AND THE GANG GET AWAY HUH??? I'M SURE THERE WERE CONSEQUENCES!! WHEN THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO GET HIM BACK???

What the fuck is up with Omega. Straight up. What. How. and Why? Same with Emerie. How the fuck did they come to be? Are they trans? yes. next question.

Also why does Emerie get a last name and nobody else does, hm? Why is she Emerie Karr, is that like,, did she choose that or like?? Ok dumb question sure but like,, EXPLAIN HOW AND WHY OR JUST CONFIRM SHE'S TRANS OR SOMETHING C'MON NOW.

SHOW US WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THOSE FUCKING TUBES!

I'm sorry, I'm yelling but I've spent most of this season fucking confused and frustrated.

Where the fuck did the zillo beast go? And when is it going to eat Hemlock and Palpatine?

So...Senator Chuchi and Clone Revolution when?

And like...Cid is just...she's just going to be able to get away with what she did? We're just gonna forget about her? I mean sure, but I really thought they'd bring her back or something.

What the fuck happened to Crosshair on Tatniss? Wait, nevermind, don't tell me, I don't want to know, it'll only make me sad-

WAIT SO LIKE,, DID CROSSHAIR EVER ACTUALLY GET HIS FUCKING CHIP REMOVED OR NOT???

Explain again Hunter's enhanced senses and why the fuck he seems to have lost them in this season.

Also answer why Wrecker is the most perfect man ever? Why did they craft the most wonderful man to exist and then make him not real? You trying to kill me or what?

Feel free to add on because there are only the ones on the top of my head.

[bastardcatthings]

Gax divorce 2: 2 Spanish 2 furious

[emmygdala]

brrrrrr the water is cold brrrrrrrrrrrr

[oscquinn]

“I’ve never done something like this before” with Carlos sainz??? Maybe reader is total homebody or like doesn’t party but her bf broke up with her because she was too “boring” so she goes on a trip with some “friends” and she runs into a fresh winning smooth operator and so on tee hee

SMOOOOTTTHHH OPERATOORRR

“I’ve never done something like this before” from this subtle smut list. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

carlos sainz x f!reader, rated t. drinking, suggestive but no smut!

you're not sure how you ended up in a london club. not sure how many drinks you've had, and not sure if you want another or want to go home. but a handsome man is buying for you, his fingers clutching your hip a little possessively like he's laying claim over you. making sure no other man tries to make a move, to take you from him.

you're here because of your stupid boyfriend. or, ex-boyfriend now. a manipulative, lying cheater who wasted six months of your time. your friends had dragged you away from home, pooling their money to book an extra room on their trip to london. and of course, they'd convinced you to go out with them.

your friends were dancing, you'd spent some time with them, but you preferred to sit at the bar, resting your feet and chatting with whoever sat near you. that's how you'd met him.

carlos sainz. you've heard of him, a racing driver from your native spain. but you never followed the sport. and you'd never known how gorgeous he is. long, full lashes surround deep brown eyes, the kind that stare at you with something between warmth and need. his nose and jaw are strong, his face striking enough to remain in your memory for a long time to come.

somewhere between deciding on a drink or an uber, he's kissing you. you let it happen, fingers clutching the soft hair at the nape of his neck. he smells like expensive spanish cologne, the kind your grandfather saved for special occasions. it's nostalgic. it's intoxicating.

the nerves you normally face have melted away in his presence. maybe it's carlos, or maybe it's the liquor that's burned your throat all night. but you know yourself, know your tolerance, and know what you want from him.

"i've never done something like this before," you murmur against his ear, fingers brushing over his muscled thigh. "but. do you want to come back to my hotel room?"

carlos grins at you, "no, no. you come back to mine," he counters. "bigger bed, and better room service."

all you can do is nod along, standing and taking his hand as he guides you toward the door.

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[themuseofaphrodite]

santa doesn’t know you like i do ✧ MV33

summary: it’s christmas eve, and your boyfriend, max verstappen — a notoriously bad gift giver — still has not told you what presents he had bought you. unbeknownst to you, however, he has found the wishlist you jokingly wrote to santa, and is planning a heartwarming surprise for his beloved.

trigger warnings: suggestive & mature content, swearing

word count: 1.1k

note: phrases and sentences in the dutch language are utilized throughout; keep a translator accessible

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Dear Santa, the letter began, I know that I’m almost twenty-three years old, so writing a letter to you is kind of foolish, but I still believe in the magic of Christmas, even if you aren’t real. This Christmas, I’m not really expecting much. My boyfriend, Max Verstappen, buys me anything I ask for, no matter what time of the year it is. He’s the best partner I could ask for. But the reason why I’m writing this letter is because he is clueless when he has to pick out gifts on his own, without my assistance.

So, before I go off on a tangent talking about how bad his solo gifts have been — do I have to mention the knitted red socks or lavender flavored gumballs? —, these are the things that I’m most looking forward to hopefully seeing under the Christmas tree.

A new set of lipsticks, because mine is really old and running out. I didn’t want to ask Max to buy me one, because I feel bad making him pay for anything.

The new rose gold spade necklace from Chanel. I saw it in a display case at the store in Monaco, and I was itching to purchase it. It’s really beautiful.

And last, but not least, a carton of Ferrero Rocher chocolates, the ones in the golden wrap and the crunchy nuts. My mouth is salivating just from thinking about it.

I know that there’s probably no point to writing this letter since you’re not exactly a living, breathing person, but a part of me hopes that your magic might help figure some of the kinks in Max’s terrible gift-giving skills out.

After writing the letter, you ended up throwing it away in the trash. It was such a waste of time, you thought. What in the world possessed you to do this? You were a busy woman, working for Red Bull as a PR manager. There was never a quiet moment. That was how you and Max had met: you were assigned to aid Liam Lawson in figuring out any media scandals, but as soon as Max had laid eyes on you, he’d immediately ordered Christian Horner to switch you to helping him out.

You were unsure of him, how aggressive and competitive he was. He wouldn’t shy away from direct confrontation, and that terrified you, since the idea of verbally arguing with someone made you nauseous. But so far, eight months into the relationship, you and Max had not had a single fight. He was loving, patient, and kind, willing to hear your side of the story every single time, even if he looked like he was about to flip a table. (This usually happened in PR meetings: you never argued outside of work.)

This would be your first Christmas together, and you were nervous. You knew what to get him: a new Red Bull team shirt and a pair of matching scarves that had colorful cats printed on it. It was purr-fect, and you knew that Max would — hopefully — love it.

Max entered the room, his steps hurried as he typed away on his phone and let out a big huff in frustration. You leaned against the wall, watching him as you sipped your chocolate-flavored boba tea. “Hey, is everything all good, mijn leeuw?” you asked, tacking on the Dutch pet name that fit your boyfriend perfectly. He was a lion, loud and courageous…especially in bed. Your cheeks heated at the thought.

Max looked up from his phone, his mouth a little open in confusion. “No, I’m OK, liefde. Just…fucking delivery people, not being on time.” Your eyebrow quirked, and Max shook his head. “And no, for the seventh time, I will not tell you what I’m getting you for Christmas. I know your birthday might’ve been bad, but I promise this time I’ll be good. Ik hou van je, schat.”

“Ik houd ook van jou,” you responded. “But I think I have every right to be concerned.”

Max rolled his eyes, walking over to where you were and placing one arm above your head, effectively locking you in place. “It will be fine. Don’t worry your pretty head about it, hm?” He grinned, kissing you on the forehead. “And if it does end up wrong, I’ll fuck you really well to make up for it.”

You blushed, averting your gaze away from him. “Max.”

“It’s true.” He released his hand from the wall, moving a dozen inches apart from your face. “Geloof me, lieverd.”

You bit your tongue and didn’t respond.

The next evening, also known as Christmas night, you and Max were preparing to open your presents. Your stomach was like a swarm of butterflies, you were so nervous to see what was in store for you under the tree. Max, however, was the epitome of ice-cold, his face betraying no hint as to what he may have purchased.

“Your turn first, engel.” Max motioned for you to select your first gift, and with shaky hands, you began to unpeel the small, square-shaped package. Finally unveiling it, you realized what it was: the rose gold spade Chanel necklace you’d been wanting for so long.

“Max! Oh my God, jij bent de beste!” you cried out, hugging him tightly and making him crack up in laughter. “How did you know?” you asked as you pulled away, but Max shrugged his shoulders.

“I just know things, liefde.” It was now Max’s turn to select his first gift, and he chose the nondescript package that held the colorful cat scarves in them. You suppressed a smile, watching as he carefully cut through the gift wrapping and sifted through the gift paper. His face broke out in a large smile, his blue eyes gleaming with happiness. “Cat scarves? This is adorable!”

“I hoped you would like it,” you said, beaming back at him. You shifted your position to pick up another gift; this time, it was heavy and rectangular. An inkling of suspicion wormed its way through you as you met Max’s gaze. “If this is what I think this is… Thank you.”

It was, in fact, a new set of lipsticks, just like you had written in your letter to Santa Claus. Somehow, Max must have found the letter and bought everything that you’d put on the list.

“You deserve it,” Max responded, pulling you close to him after you both had finished unwrapping the presents. “You’re the love of my life, Y/N. I owe you the world.”

You kissed his temple. “You’re the most incredible partner I could ever have.”

“Merry Christmas, hart van mij.”

Needless to say, you paid Max back for the thoughtful presents all night long. It was a Christmas you’d never forget, and you sent up a silent thanks to the magic of Santa Claus for having it all work out.

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[fedaraviciius]

ARNAS FEDARAVIČIUS & CARRIE COON The White Lotus 3.05 "A Poetic Act"

[pinkiestofpeaches]

Felt silly today - so here's a Frankensteined post of sketches!

... Wow I realize all of the art I make I post, there's NOTHING I'm gatekeeping from anyone atp.

Some holyghost based on somethin I saw in a discord server! These two are very cute - when they're not being toxic.. the only toxicity in this house (FOR ME.) is holyweeb lmao

Gary Goldstein art I made for a friend... Cough cough, @gay-attorney0, coughs..

Ruth and Richie! Headcanon timeee hehe

Heard from a Tumblr post that one of the Lang's said that the nerds(specifically Pete and Richie) weren't really friends and just hung around for protection.

I think Pete is the wimpiest out of all the nerds - I feel this way because

A) he's usually in between the two in a couple of shots, so he's kinda relying on them both to shield him + it's optimal positioning.

B) we can see from how Ruth and Richie interact with Steph they're kind of indifferent to the popular kids! They wanna be them, but they don't really care, and they stand up for Pete when they think Steph is bullying him! This is also backed up by how Richie reacts to being called Shitlips - he quickly retorts back and is a little pissy about it before realizing it's Max, even getting a bit sassy with "I never intended to walk through YOUR hallway. 😐"

That being said - I still think Pete and Richie are friends in a way , but I think Ruth and Richie are closer - they're best friends, your honor, they're the only ones who can match each other's freak

Some sketches from my Collab with a few friends on whiteboard!

Alright, I'm out 🤸🏾‍♀️

[11oh1]

[why-i-love-comics]

Uncanny X-Men #22 (2014)

written by Brian Michael Bendis art by Chris Bachalo, Tim Townsend, Marc Deering, Mark Irwin, Jaime Mendoza, Victor Olazaba, Al Vey, & Jose Villarrubia

[stars-n-spice]

no you don't understand. I need the Bad Batch to have a happy ending. I need them all to make it out alive. I need them to all be together. I need them to be a family once again. I need them all alive, happy, healthy, thriving. I need them safe and healing and growing.

I need Hunter to be able to be at peace. To become what he so clearly wanted to be at the start of the series; a father. For him to have what he fought so hard for. To know that he's more than a soldier. I need him to be able to relax knowing his brothers, that Omega is safe and will forever be safe. I need need need him to have that peace. To have that kind of life. The life he didn't think he'd get, that no clone ever thought that they would get, but yet...And I need him to grow and learn from these mistakes and be that older brother for all of them I know he can be. Seeing him want a life different than what he was essentially made for that badly for him not to get it is going to absolutely destroy me.

I want Tech to come back. I want it so bad. I know Star Wars can't keep getting away with "killing a character and bringing them back" but what's doing it one more time? Am I biased because Tech is my second favorite Batcher? Yes. But listen, I just need him to return and be reunited with his family. I need him to see Crosshair again. I need him to see and be with Phee again. Yes the build up to his death was great and the send off with his goggles was, in my opinion beautiful, but I just really want him back. I miss him so much. He means so much to so many people and I just want to see him alive and well again.

I need Echo to come back and I need him to stay. Wrecker and Tech might be my favorites, but when it really comes down to it? Echo is my comfort character. When I'm upset and really struggling, what usually brings me back is thinking about what would Echo do? What would Echo say to me to get me through this? Echo means so so much to me and it hurts so much to see him reduced to a background character. It makes me think what even was the point of bring him back just to reduce him to what he is now? And I'm so so scared they're going to kill him off for shock value or to "explain" why he isn't with Rex in Rebels, but that's just so fucking stupid to me after having done nothing with his character since like the middle of season 2 of the Bad Batch. Bring him back, please. And let him be at peace for once too!! Goddammit, all this shit he's had to go through; getting fucking exploded, being a prisoner of war, losing Fives, losing his brothers because his chip malfunctioned, having to see what becomes of clones after everything they sacrificed for the galaxy-Like you already "killed". him off once, there's no need to do it again. Just bring him back and reunite him with the others, please.

I need Wrecker to get to have his family all together. On top of that, I need him to get the recognition he deserves for all that he does and has done. Omega might be the heart and soul of the team but Wrecker's the glue and arguably just as much as the heart and soul too. He's the protector, I'm sure he feels it's his responsibility to keep them together, to keep them safe. I want him to continue living his life knowing that he succeeded in doing so and now doesn't have to worry about something like that because they are safe. They're all together again and they're happy and they're safe. He can relax and enjoy what they used to have before it all went to shit. It's so obvious that he cares so much about his brothers and Omega in his own unique ways. Each of the members of the Batch have their own unique dynamics within each other, but it really seems like Wrecker is the one who has one with each of them. And yeah, he's my favorite so I'm going to be biased and I want him to make it out alive and I want him to be happy goddammit.

I need Crosshair to stay the fuck alive. I need him to continue to heal and grow and be back with his family again. I need him to be reassured and to feel safe and loved again. I cannot take another instance of a character who used to be so lost and broken finally getting healing and some peace only to sacrifice themselves again. To have someone go through so much only start to heal and then rip that away from them? I need him to be at peace. I need him to enjoy all that he's missed out on. I need to see him okay and content and healing and living. I don't think I can deal with seeing all of that being ripped away from him. Please just let the man be at peace for once in his fucking life. I am begging. You don't understand, he's healing; mentally, physically, he's getting better and to just,, take all of that away? Can't just ONE character please get a happy ending?? Like if any one of them deserve to see it through the end, it's him.

I need Omega to get the childhood she was cheated out of. I don't know how many times I've sat and thought about Omega only for me to burst out into tears. She's been isolated for nearly all of her life. At the most, she was free for two years out of her FOURTEEN years of existence. She went through ALL of that before the age Ashoka and Padmé were when they were just STARTING to go through the horrors. Yet she's remained so brave and so strong and so determined. She's endured and survived and I want her to thrive. I want her to have all her brothers together once again. I want her to grow up alongside them. I want her to be able to be a child for once. To experience life through those lenses. I don't want her to have to endure another loss.

I need to see this group of individuals who never really fit in have their place in the galaxy. I need to see them, all created with clear intents and purposes to fight in a war as cannon fodder find new purposes. I need to see these burnt-out kids catch a damn break for once. This family of neurodivergents who spent their entire lives either isolated or distant from everyone else because they were "different" and "special" get that well-deserved ending where they're all safe and happy and have a purpose and a place in the galaxy because fucking hell. I wanna know there's hope for me too.

just AAGUUHHH. I've never wanted a happy ending for anyone more than I want it for the Bad Batch.

[araybiaa]

because i constantly go back and forth. robby’s “you let fear drive your decision making” seemed like a heavy innuendo that makes me think that she pulled away when the relationship got too heavy but from the way she was acting so hostile to him in the first episode and him constantly attempting to seek out her attention and initiating the conversations first are making me think it’s him trying to absolve himself from hurting her / pushing her away (possibly after adamson’s death). 

[lovings4turn]

Max V. setting up a little desk for you to work/do a hobby next to his racing simulator that he streams from. Both of you love the peacefulness of just existing next to each other. He got you one of those fancy gamer chairs in your favorite color and maybe with cat/bunny ears on top. You both jokingly call you his pit crew since you pass him things during streams (water/tissues/kisses). He gets so excited and has you lean over to watch replays when he wins (with his real life world champion trophy in the background lol).

STOP RIGHT NOW NONNIE LOVELY THIS IS TOO SWEET I CAN'T COPE ??? max is definitely the type of guy who doesn't care if you guys are doing two completely different things , as long as you're doing them in each other's company , so this is so something he would do omg !! you definitely scolded him a lil when he first bought you the set up because it must have cost a fortune , but he's quick to remind you that he gets paid a ton and so why wouldn't he want to spoil you ???

also definitely claims you're better than his actual pit crew (then makes you swear not to repeat that lest they plot his downfall in revenge) and gets just as excited over his virtual wins as he does his real ones too 😭😭😭

[valenciiaa]

[musedisorder]

Favorite npmd moments 1/?

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

I am so glad that the kid spectrals have such normal and caring spirits who will definitely not physically endanger and/or cruelly betray them in the midst of their lives already being destroyed by cults, monsters, and interpersonal drama. It’s so cool and nice 👍

[slasherflicks999]

some small BEN doodles i did last night for yall :3

im currently waiting for “go to 7-eleven for 7/11” time with my friend but while i wait for something my brain is in perpetual waiting mode which means i can’t focus on actually doing anything to fill the time between then and now so im kinda just gonna have to sit and brainrot for an hour LMAOOO

wish me luck…,..,.