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…Alex Albon casually bleeding into his fireproofs on the interview stage talking about the seat ripping into his shoulders in high speed corners and “it heals just in time for every weekend and rips open again” and Jenson just staring at him like a concerned older brother-

Not. Okay.

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Jenson Button getting choked up, telling Daniel he's angry with him and "you've been the best" and daniel apologises for upsetting him

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Sebson in FIA GALA 2011

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every single day i think about how charles leclerc had looked up to seb and wanted to be his teammate since f2, charles watching him on the podium in monza and learning all he could from afar. and then they finally became teammates and he was so nervous and admired him so much that he thinks seb thought he was ‘weird’ and didn’t like him for so long. How charles writes in his little notebook just like seb did, and how their time together got so ruined and ugly and tainted by ferrari politics and the media, and how seb called charles the man of the future, and how charles said he always has a couple of paddock passes for seb because he will miss him and will always want to see him at the track. How charles says seb texts him and knows when he needs cheering up, how seb is one of the only people who really get what charles is trying to do this season, i think about how they’re always just there, about how seb had to have his fall from grace for charles to be where he is now. 

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The 126 kids covering for each other when they are in trouble, a series.

Owen: Where’s Mateo?

Tk: Sorry O, I haven’t seen him since the last time I saw him.

Owen: And when was that?

Tk: The last time I saw him?

Owen: Yes.

Tk: it was… definitely… the time I saw him last.

Owen:

Owen: Paul, where’s Tk?

Paul: Oh he’s off doing something.

Owen: Doing something?

Paul: Correct.

Owen: What about Carlos?

Paul: He is trying to stop Tk from doing what he is doing.

Owen: …and Marjan?

Tk: She’s attempting to stop Carlos from stopping Tk.

Owen: And what are you doing?

Paul: I am to distract you from stopping Tk, Carlos, and Marjan.

Owen: *facepalm*

Owen: Mateo, where’s Judd?

Mateo: That’s classified.

Owen: Classified?

Mateo: Affirmative.

Owen: I’m not going to beg you for information about him Mateo.

Mateo: I’m impervious to your methods.

Owen: …would you consider a bride?

Mateo: You couldn’t afford my price.

Owen: Extortion.

Mateo: You got nothin on me.

Owen: Fine, I’ll ask just ask TK.

Mateo: You can’t, he’s with Ju——@%$#!

Owen: Marwani, have you seen Paul?

Marjan: Paul? Never heard of him.

Owen: *Deep inhale*

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Does anyone have any angst shawn hunter fanfics

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Hannibal *standing above a bowl of strawberry jello*: You yearn to devour the very dish before you that is so rich in a colour that so strongly resembles blood.

Will:

Hannibal: Tell me Will, does God feel joy through diminishing the gift of life to a mere nutritional hierarchy?

Will:

Will: Why are you like this

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JAKE PERALTA ANGST

It was a rainy Saturaday night in Brooklyn. And even gloomier night for one Jake Peralta.

The small Brooklyn apartment where he lived was a mess. Maybe it was just him or maybe it was just the depression that made him this way.

He never wanted to be like this. No one does. But that's life. You go through hell, you fight for every inch of your like, you try, you try and you try not to give up, but in the end, it will always be just you.

He's changed a lot. He wasn't the innocent naive boy he once was when he started. As years go by, he starts seeing the darkness that surrounds him.

Everyone knew. Everyone noticed how the bullpen was starting to get quite. Everyone noticed how he just kept to himself and doesn't talk unless talked to. Everyone was worried about him.

"Let them be worried" he thinks to himself. Its not like it matters anymore.

He can't do this anymore. Everyday is hell. He can't do this, he can't. No one can't go through life alone. You need people. That's why he always helps. He never wanted to be the reason people feel like they can't reach out.

He helps people. He never expects to have something over it. But just the thought of how he might've just have saved someone's life was valuable to him.

Just can't say the same for him.

He never thought that it would feel like this. This crushing feeling like he just can't breathe. He can't get the air inside his lungs. The anxiety je feels when he does anything. He just wants it to stop.

He would give anything to just feel happy again.

Maybe that was it. Maybe he was never happy. He's been sad for how many years now. He just didn't show it because he needs to be the sunshine.

Maybe he just couldn't pretend that he wasn't okay anymore. That the world isn't sunshine and rainbows like he pretended they were. He didn't see the moment where he changed the perspective of life. Maybe that's good.

He knows that the squad knew that he was acting out of character. Maybe they had just given up on him. He understands. He would give up on him as well.

That's the story of how he was here right now. In his bathroom with pills in his hand. He just want to do it. Hes going to but he thinks of his mom, of Gina his sister, of Charles his best friend, Terry, Rosa, Holt and Amy.  Amy who he has crushed on since forever.

They would probably get over it. They see death a lot. They would know how to handle another one anyways. They don't need him. He's not that important. That's why they didn't help.

They didn't help. He needed them. But that's okay. He understands.

He send them voicemails of his last goodbyes and he thought to himself, "I guess this is really it".

He brings up his hand and he bring the pills up to his mouth, as the pills are in his mouth he takes a swing of the cheap alcohol he bought just for this moment.

He was feeling it. He was feeling the life in him slipping away and he was happy. He was peaceful. He has been searching for it and finally in his last moments he felt the happiness that he once felt as a child. 

Jake Peralta. One of the police officers who couldn't handle life.

His name will appear among the other who lost their lives either to depression, or the line of duty.

Either way, Jake Peralta is gone.

Time of death, 9 : 27 p.m.

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Does anyone have some fic recs of like eddie and athena having a close relationship or athena is comforting eddie?

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Spencer Reid's hands. That's it. Thank you for your time.

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Bonnie: Go fuck yourself!

Kol: Fuck me yourself, you coward!

Klaus: [Spits out drink]

Caroline: [Sips drink while watching]

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Kol/Klaus to Esther: Why don't you do the entire family a favor, and just die?

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Kol/Klaus to Esther: Why don't you do the entire family a favor, and just die?

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Kol: You know the other day at the store when I pretended to not know you?

Elijah: Yeah. That was a new low.

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Bonnie: Go fuck yourself!

Kol: Fuck me yourself, you coward!

Klaus: [Spits out drink]

Caroline: [Sips drink while watching]

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Sirius: *laughing* you can't even look him in the eye can you?

Regulus: *blushing bright red* shut up Sirius!

Lily: Go one tell him! *looks at Remus*

Remus: tell me what?

Regulus: well, last night I had a dream that...well...

Lily: you and him were having sex on this table! *her and Sirius laughing*

Remus: *winks at Regulus*

James: Ah, ha. Ha. I love it when we share... *forced chuckle*

*Later on*

James: (to Remus) why were you two having sex in his dream?!

Remus: I'm sorry, it was a one time thing. I was very drunk that night and it was someone else's subconscious.