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[adoidecer]

[morbid-dreamzz]

mira este fanart de makima x jack'o que encontré

Joder que belleza <3

[angel-stupid]

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[mangabacaxi]

cant wait to go brunette again

[unpersoniverse]

the last airbender(s)

I figure two aangs is book 1 & 2 zuko's worst nightmare lol

[amoosarte]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

SUMMARY ! in which Max never cared about what happened to him on the track but when he sees them crash, his heart broke, he had ruined their dream.

FACECLAIM ! gender neutral, WARNINGS ! mention of suicidal thoughts, blood and traumatic things ahead !

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. The antidepressants that sat on his dresser just kept him in check, long enough for him to put a barrier.

He thought of other things, he will not deny, he's thought of ending it short but when his little sister did it before him, it made him snap.

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave. Max was almost a regular there because of his sister, she wasn't suicidal, he thought. She was just weak, not the healthiest. but it wasn't her fault.

His life was perfect, he will admit, his life was filled with things many people could wish for, but he himself was traumatized on the way as well.

Max was special, his sister described him. He was a gentle soul that had just been misunderstood most of his life, he's never been allowed to expression emotion off the track. She regretted making him scared, he didn't deserve that but she was just tired of it.

She was glad after that day, he started to take of himself, she didn't like it was because of her but it was something.

After the incident, Max expressed more towards his sister, called her before every race, just for her to pray for him, begging god to take care of him on the track.

Max gripped the steering wheel on his car, his eyes burning holes into the lights as they flashed. red, red, red, green. Then he took off from his first place spot.

Max never cared for his life, he wouldn't care less what happened to him on the track. But he did care for the other, he would try to drive ahead sometimes, try to get away from the crowd, not to cause accidents, but it was also apart of the job.

Las Vegas was difficult, a very risky race track. Max however was prepared for it, he always was. However when he was sparks fly during the 40th lap, his heart dropped.

You had hit a manhole, making him step on breaks not wanting crash into you but he did, causing you to hit another manhole, resulting in your car being flipped, then harshly shoved into the barricade, only to spin off the track.

Christian was on the other side of comms, telling Max that there was a red flag in the air. Max's blood ran cold, you got hurt and it was all his fault, he immediately put his car in the pit lane.

Max could only see what was happened in the television inside the garage, his engineers stood in shook, scared and speechless. Max was scared, he genuinely looked pale.

"It seems as Red Bull Driver Y/N has been in a fatal car crash near turn 14th, my god.." Max eyes widen, your car was beaten, turned over and they couldn't see you.

Three harsh turns, the dark navy blue car was roughly scrapped on, the front wing was pulled off, now the only thing protecting you was the halo. But you didn't move.

Max could see every driver watch in horror as they try to pull you out of the car, they could see blood spill out of your track suit. They pulled your numb body out as they held the wound, calling emergency over.

Your helmet was pulled off, only to see strokes of blood reek down. Your eyes were open but you couldn't feel anything, your were simply motionless.

Max could see Christian rush off to help assist, and take you to the hospital, then they moved on like it was nothing, they were back to racing in a matter of seconds.

He placed 3rd that race.

And I won't, see you again...

He never liked hospitals, hated the gut wrenching feeling they gave him. The first he saw was you plugged up to the life support machine, you having needles poking in your veins, then your dead eyes.

Max felt compelled to apologize, he wanted to apologize.

He could see your eyes follow him as he sat near you, placing a vase of flowers near a filled table of them already. He bit his lip and held back tears as you still smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I really am." Max words broke you, as you saw the boy cry for the first time. Your okay arm held his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's not your fault Max, it's just my bad luck."

You could see it in his eyes he still felt guilty,and it broke your heart. "Max, I don't want you to blame yourself, it was an accident." You squeezed his hand tightly once again, making him nod. After a few more minutes of you comforting him, he asked again.

"Will you come back, will you be okay?" You didn't have the slightest clue if you were, but the boy in front of you was dying to know, he was stressed and sorry, so the best thing to do was to lie.

"You know I always bounce back, don't worry dude." You jokes a bit making him feel reassured. You hated lying, but you knew damn well this was over for you.

You knew it was over the moment Christian came into your hospital room, giving you a sad look on his face, his face said it all, and you let your wall crumbles down, and let the water drip down.

It had been a week since your crash in Las vegas, now it was now the day before the second to last race of the season, and your announcement was released.

"Hello everyone, today I will be announcing what will be of me for the rest of the season. First things first, I will not be joining F1 again. Take this as my announcement of retiring."

"Some other things, This accident was no ones fault but mines, I will not blame my teammate and my friend for this accident. It was simply and accident."

"I want to thank everyone for being so kind to me these past 2 seasons, you were all wonderful and I'm glad I could experience it with you all. To my team who opened their arms towards me and welcomed me in, you were all wonderful to be around, these seasons of working together, I’m grateful to you all, to my teammate, it was a pleasure working with you, I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I were given another chance.”

“To my fans, thank you for supporting me through this journey. To be loved by many people is a blessing and you were all there to see me at my weakest and my strongest, I pray you all understand why I’m doing this.”

“I leave wishing all love and accomplishments and acceptance, I’m just another driver that will pass by, thank you for giving me a chance to live my dream, even if it was just for a while.”

With that the video cuts and there was no more of you.

To say the least, everyone was shocked, I mean they could sense that something was going to happen to you, but you retiring was something that no one could see coming.

Many drivers had called you, messaged you, expressing their feeling about this, and how they were going to miss you.

Max on the other hand didn't take the news okay, he was back into a rather depressing state, it little space he could never get out of, no matter how many antidepressants he took.

He wouldn't lie, he felt like the bad guy in this story, he had taken your dreams away. Yet again here you were not blaming him, he felt like it was his fault but it wasn't.

He had called you the day of the race, needing to tell you he was sorry one last time. Only to hear you forgive him and not to blame himself because in the end it was accident.

It only took a while but he could hear you cry on the other line, sobbing lightly, still reassuring him. You wouldn't lie anymore, you were hurt.

Racing had been your dream since you were little but now you were forced into retirement because your brain didn't work normally anymore, Because the lack of skill.

If you were a bit better you'd miss that manhole, and you would be finishing your second season. To finish your dream, but everything that's good comes with a price.

Max could only stand still on the podium, where he stood at P1. He raised his trophy, hoping you knew this was for you. Everything he would be doing was for you, because he wanted you to live your dreams through him.

You're not a person, You're my friend..

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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[nadsoncitou]

“A gente só quer amar alguém, e receber esse amor de volta.”

— Nadson Citou.

[nicomusica23]

Cada mañana, cuando te despiertes, sé feliz, relájate y ten buen humor. Será un buen comienzo para cada día. Mantener siempre nuestro estado de ánimo. Utilizar una buena actitud como sistema inmunológico para que nuestro corazón se mantenga en la frecuencia de energía positiva. Dite a ti mismo Somos imanes que atraemos buena energía a nuestras vidas.

[monjude]

I want to keep him in my pocket ❤️😩🥺

[joycewalton]

[dacrio]

No les mentire, ame y me divertí mucho dibujandolo!! Me enamore de pavitr desde que apareció en la película 💕✨

[its-paperd]

enough of that chitchat, here's the creature ii said i conjured up!! :D

( got reminded by @justanidiotartist 's emoire so i thought, why not share some of mine too? :D )

[unaeternidadyunpocomas]

Te amo demasiado 💜

Yo solo quiero ser feliz contigo ¿entiendes? No quiero a nadie más, no necesito a otra persona parecida o superior a ti. Porque nadie podrá igualar lo que tú haces en mi, nadie me hará feliz tan solo con sonreír, nadie me escuchará y sabrá guardar mis secretos como tú, nadie me besará con tanta dulzura, nadie me dará abrazos muy fuertes capaces de calmar el dolor que a veces llevo, nadie estará para mi no sólo en los buenos días sino también en los malos, nadie tendrá tu lado tierno, nadie entenderá mis sueños, nadie comprenderá la dura vida que tuve, nadie aceptará los errores que cometí y me escuchará cuando le explique que jamás quise eso, nadie será como tú, nadie me tratará como tú, nadie en este mundo podrá ser mi otra mitad, nadie. Es por eso que no quiero compartir mi vida con alguien que finja aceptarme, quiero compartirla con alguien que me acepte, que no me quiera por mi físico sino porque tenemos un buen futuro, quiero compartirla contigo, porque sobre todas las cosas te amo demasiado, tanto que no puedo estar sin ti. 💜

[meninasentimentalista]

Você me tem

E pra você eu escreveria mil textos, pra você eu dedicaria todas as músicas sertanejas, pra você eu dedicaria todas as minhas horas vagas, com você eu saberia ter paciência e entender que tudo depende da compreensão, com você eu com certeza viveria a melhor parte da minha vida, eu amo o seu sorriso e amo os seus olhos, amo o seu cabelo e principalmente o fato de você estar ali, amo o seu jeito de ser e sua forma de me chamar, você é e sempre vai ser o único com o direito de me chamar assim. Eu passaria horas falando de você e da pessoa que você é, você com certeza não sabe o quanto eu gosto de conversar com você, sei que nunca ficamos mas eu sinto uma sensação tão boa quando converso com vc, vc tirou de mim o meu sorriso mais sincero e quando recebo uma mensagem falando algo que para mim é fofo eu dou aquela risadinha e o sorriso vai de orelha a orelha, você me tem! E espero que isso dê certo de alguma forma.

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