#and the one time they do it on purpose

[nyoomfruits]

Hei! Could you do prompt 25 of the sharing a bed list? Thank you

pairing: max verstappen/charles leclerc word count: 1,5k a/n: hi!!! i'm sorry this took me so long, but i was planning this out and it just kept getting longer and longer and uuuuh, now i have a full 5+1 fic planned for this prompt so whoops?

anyway, this is the first part, because i didn't want to keep you waiting any longer, but the rest will be up hopefully somewhere at the end of the week! prompt: “We should do this more often.” “No fucking way, once is enough.” (They do it often after that.)

1.

Max’s vision is swimming a little as he makes his way through Daniel’s living room, trying not to fall over as people keep bumping into him. Someone spills their drink on his pants, but he doesn’t stop to hear their apologies, simply keeps going, desperate for some air.

He finds it in the upstairs bedroom, leaning against the sink and taking a few deep, steading breaths. There’s noises coming from downstairs, the laughter of party guests and the cheery notes of some kind of ABBA song, but it doesn’t feel as suffocating anymore.

Max leans over the sink and splashes some water in his face, just as the door to the bathroom swings open, the noises from downstairs becoming louder again.

“Maxy! Are you okay? I saw you wander upstairs, you seemed a little shaky.” It’s Daniel himself, leaning on the doorframe holding a beer bottle loosely in one hand.

“I’m fine,” Max says, turning to face Daniel, leaning against the sink again. “Few of those shots from earlier just aren’t sitting well with me.” It’s seems easier to explain than sometimes the weight of the world just crashes onto me and I feel like I can’t breathe.

Daniel nods sympathetically. “You want to lie down for a bit? I have a million guest rooms that hardly ever get used. You can just pick one. You can sleep over too, if you want.”

Max thinks about it for a second, the choice between dragging himself home now while feeling like shit and the possibility of crawling into a nice cozy bed and sleep off that heavy feeling in his chest first. It’s really not that hard of a choice. “Yeah, thanks mate. Appreciate it.”

Daniel nods, raises his beer at Max in lieu of a cheers, and then disappears down the stairs to rejoin his party with a “let me know if you need anything!” thrown over his shoulder.

Max mumbles a ‘thanks’ that Daniel definitely doesn’t hear, and then turns back to the sink, pulling a face when he catches his own reflection in the mirror. He looks like absolute shit. At least he’s stopped feeling like the ground is going to give way and swallow him whole. He sighs, runs a hand through his hair – a gesture that makes him look even more disheveled – and heads out of the bathroom to the nearest guest room.

He closes the door behind him, but doesn’t turn on the light, simply letting his eyes get used to the comfort of the dark. He pulls off his sweater, and his pants, and goes to crawl into bed when-

“What the fuck,” voices a lump on the bed, scaring Max so badly he flies back and nearly falls on the floor, only just managing to catch himself. He scrambles over to the light switch, turning it on and squinting in the bright light as the scene in front of him slowly becomes clearer.

Charles is sprawled on the bed, looking disgruntled and sleepy and very, very annoyed. “What are you doing here?” He asks, leaning up on his elbows and frowning at Max.

“What are you doing here?” Max counters, defensively, wrapping his arms across his chest, feeling weirdly vulnerable in just a t-shirt and his boxers.

Charles sends him an incredulous look. “Sleeping, obviously.”

“Well, then guess what I was going to do,” Max says, a little snarky. Charles has clearly been sleeping for a while, judging by the way his eyes are small an puffy and his hair is sticking in every which direction. Max desperately ignores the voice in his head telling him it’s kind of cute.

“Then literally pick any other bedroom. And maybe turn on the lights first, before you scare the shit out of other unsuspecting sleepers.” Charles bites back, before flopping back down on the bed and resolutely closing his eyes.

“Fine,” Max says, pulling his jeans back on.

“Fine,” Charles says, because of course he has to have the last word.

Max flips him off, even though he full well knows Charles can’t see it, and trudges back out of the bedroom, turning the light of as he goes. Fucking asshole, he thinks, as he opens the door of the next guest bedroom.

--

Ten minutes later, Max is back in the guestroom occupied by Charles. “Why,” Charles says, once again squinting into the harsh bedroom light.

“Everywhere else is taken,” Max says, once again removing his pants. “Scoot over, we can share.” He turns the lights back off as he goes.

“What? No,” Charles says, but Max is already crawling into bed and Charles has to scoot over to avoid Max from sprawling all over him. “You’re the worst,” Charles informs him, and Max just hums.

“Trust me, this isn’t my ideal scenario either,” Max mumbles. “But I need to fucking sleep or I’m going to scream.”

Charles turns to him and Max can just make out his face in the dark, an unreadable expression on his face. He must see something, must understand, because he eventually sighs and says, “If you cuddle me I’m physically kicking you out.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Max says, smiling slightly.

“God, Ricciardo’s party must be boring as shit if everyone’s fucking sleeping,” Charles says, turning so he’s lying on his back again.

“Oh, yeah, no, no one else was sleeping,” Max says, wriggling around to try and get more comfortable.

Charles frowns. “But you said all the other roo- oh,” Charles says, realization suddenly dawning on them. “Oh my god.”

“Yup,” Max says, “And I walked in. On all of them.”

Charles laughs loudly. “Oh god, they must all hate you so much,” he turns his face towards Max, expression full of glee. “Anyone we know?”

“Didn’t really stay around to check,” Max says, “Was traumatizing enough as it was.”

“Fair,” Charles says, before another silence falls over them.

“Why are you in here, then?” Max eventually asks.

Charles sighs. “Something similar to you, I think. Sometimes everything just becomes so much and the idea of having to go home just seems like a ridiculously momentous task, you know what I mean? I don’t know, Daniel offered, so I was like why not, maybe I’ll feel better after a nap.”

It surprises Max, always, how similar him and Charles are sometimes. Both feeling like they carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. Red Bull’s Golden Boy and Il Predestinato, two sides of the same coin. He doesn’t voice this, however, feels too heavy in the almost intimate quiet of Daniel guest bedroom. Instead, Max smiles, a little cheekily, and asks. “So how’s that going for you?”

“I don’t know,” Charles says, eyes sparkling with the same mirth. “Haven’t really gotten the chance to actually nap, have I?”

Max snorts. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I will no longer keep you from your precious sleep.”

“Thank you,” Charles says, and then, after a beat, “Night, Max.”

“Goodnight, Charles.”

--

When Max eventually wakes up, the sun is already high in the sky and he’s feeling incredibly well rested. He sits up and stretches. Next to him, Charles groans and buries his face into his pillow. “Time is it?” He mumbles, almost inaudible due to the fabric currently covering his face.

Max grabs his phone of the night stand. “Eleven,” he says, thumbing at his missed messages for a few seconds before turning off his phone and getting up to retrieve his pants.

Charles makes an unhappy sounding noise. “Fuck me, I have a meeting in like an hour,” he says, finally picking his head up from the pillow.

“Well, then you better get up,” Max says, and Charles groans and flops back onto the pillow. Max has successfully retrieved and pulled on his pants at this point, and is standing at the door, a little uncertain. “Thanks,”  he eventually says. “For letting me crash.”

“Yeah, yeah, we should definitely do this again sometimes,”  Charles says sarcastically, seeming to finally have woken up enough to actually get out of bed.

“No fucking way, once is enough,” Max says, because it sounds a lot better than ‘this is the best I’ve slept in ages and I think it might’ve been because you were next to me’. “Besides. You snore.”

Charles gasps and looks at Max. “I do not.”

He doesn’t. But the complete outrage on Charles’s face is too good to tell him the truth. “Oh, yeah, like a goddamn sawmill. Thought you were going to wake up the whole house.” Max says, and then laughs when Charles lets out an indignant squawk and launches a pillow at his face.

Max ducks, pulling open the door of the guest room in the process and almost running out, laughing all the way. “Bye Charles!” He yells.

“Fuck you, Max!” Charles hollers back. Max chuckles to himself all the way down the stairs.

--

(Daniel is in the kitchen when Max comes downstairs, holding a bowl of cereal and raising his eyebrow when he spots Max. “Good morning Maxy. Slept well?” It’s an innocent enough question, but from the twinkle in his eyes Max can tell Daniel knows exactly who else was in the bed with him.

“Fuck you,” he says, eloquently, and throws an apple from the fruit bowl and Daniel’s head. Daniel just laughs loudly as Max retrieves his car keys and makes his way out of the house as fast as he can.)

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[mumblesplash]

i say if you’re gonna have the mysterious entities speak in rhyme you might as well commit (EDIT: part 2!)

(posting an unprecedented Part 1 of At Least 3 bc i actually have the entire script and most of the storyboarding for this done already)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thanks for listening to my sad backstory. Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

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[mobius-m-mobius]

Mobius + being the only one to notice

[lucabyte]

Perceptive kid, I wonder just how much they pretend not to overhear.

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[novelconcepts]

One of the most fundamentally interesting things to me about YJ and writing fic, specifically, is how the blame changes hands depending on the story. On whose perspective you're writing from. On whose story it is at a given moment. The very thing I dislike about viewers missing the point becomes so fascinating to me from within the narrative. Who are these characters when seen through the eyes of their peers?

Who does Jackie become? If you're Shauna, she's the love of your life, and your greatest rival, and the other half of your soul, and the person you blame for your dead dreams. If you're Van, she's the respected captain who earns none of your respect in the woods, the one who left you to die without blinking, the easiest target for teenage malice. If you're Natalie, she's competition for affection, the blabbermouth who can't leave well enough alone, the hands putting themselves to no good use. If you're Jackie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You're losing face a little more every day, and you're made of despair, and you can't even trust your best friend. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Who does Lottie become? If you're Natalie, she's your direct foil, the splinter under the edge of your thumbnail, the smart mouth to match your own, the confusing amalgamation of normal friend and mad ritual. If you're Misty, she's the first shred of obvious power in months, a leader who might need to be nudged back into line, a fascinating exercise in hitching your wagon to the right star early on. If you're Taissa, she's flat-nuts and endlessly frustrating, she's got your girlfriend's full attention, she's incredibly dangerous. If you're Lottie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You've built a pedestal you can't keep your balance on, and you're not sure if you're right or going crazy, and you didn't want this. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

From outside the narrative, there is no bad guy. There is no blame. It is no one's fault. It is Man v. Nature, they are doing the best they can with an impossible situation. They're all trying to contribute what they can to the story, for better or worse.

From inside the narrative, you are a teenager trapped in a society constructed entirely of bare-bones-survival with the wildest assortment of girls. From inside the narrative, to stay human, you have to love and fight, respect and judge. Every story changes the game. Every story shifts the blame. A hero in one has the bloodiest hands in the next. And that, to me, is such a thrilling sandbox to play in.

[aalghul]

I was just possessed by a vision of Duke crashing all of jaykyle’s dates accidentally. the first time, he just happens to be hanging out with Jason when Kyle visits Gotham, and Kyle invites him out with them instead of kicking Duke out (like you’re supposed to do with younger siblings but Kyle wouldn’t know that because he’s an only child so it’s not his fault).

And then Duke just keeps popping up, all the time, in comical ways. Jaykyle are getting milkshakes in Brooklyn? Duke was already hiding under their table before they even sat down (why was he there? Who knows. He claims it was for a case).

Kyle takes Jason to R’ann for a vacation and they’ve been on the planet for all of 5 minutes before they see Duke in handcuffs because he somehow managed to get arrested on a whole different planet from the one he should be on. jaykyle dealt with that and decided they’d just have to keep him on their vacation. Batman was hysterical when they got back a week later because he literally had no clue how Duke had vanished off the face of the earth. Duke had selfies of him (with jaykyle at every romantic event they’d planned) on a different planet though so he didn’t really care

[gaycrittercentral]

BEHOLD!! I made an entry to Skunkape's 2023 Holiday Contest! :'Dc I worked so fuckin hard on it hhhrhrhrhgdhsjglshgjdjfh and let me tell you, I do not at all hope to win but I do hope it makes Steve snicker. Just the thought that he'll be seeing it is wild. Hope it makes y'all snicker too ehehehe!!

[hotvintagepoll]

Will Scarlett has lost his temporary lead in the Hot Medieval and Fantasy Man Melee, so I'm back with screenshots to prove my point that Will is the Hottest Boy in the Land. I normally avoid these types of long posts but I will do anything for my Slutty Merry Boy, so buckle in.

To introduce Will Scarlett—oh by the way here's the link to his whole movie—I think it's important context to know that when we first meet him, Robin is saving a man's life and Scarlett is staring at nothing in particular. His head is empty of thoughts. He looks this way the entire scene. I'm not sure he blinks.

As soon as the danger is over (a danger he did absolutely nothing to help with) he has a chuckle with Robin! Sunshine and laughter and roses!

The next time we see him (which is soon, because this movie loves Will Scarlett too), he is bitching because Robin had them sleep in the woods (???) and he got stabbed in the back by some acorns.

Here he is falling over a log.

Here he is getting smacked with a branch.

HERE HE IS AFTER GETTING SMACKED BY THE BRANCH.

He serves cunt continuously through the entire Little John sequence, and we don't have time for all of my screenshots, so just a quick smattering:

Here he is being hot and unsupportive when Robin decides to fight the biggest guy he's ever seen. (Scarlett literally says "your skull not mine" and then just stands there.)

Here he is getting in Robin's way.

Here he is, picking the hottest pose possible so he can be the bard and play little showtunes while Robin gets his ass kicked.

Oh my goddd fuck me.

Worth mentioning that Little John does loudly identify Will Scarlett as "a pretty fellow" and nobody contradicts this. In a world where all of Robin's men have one personality trait (big, friar, or tiny), Will Scarlett's is Slut.

Once we get out of the Will's Musical Singalong chapter and Robin goes in disguise to the archery contest, Scarlett does too, except whoever told him he couldn't wear his normal Versace didn't tell him what normal people wear because he shows up looking like this.

Absolutely nobody else in the crowd looks like that. That's just what he thinks the Normies are doing.

With Robin captured, you'd think it's time for Will Scarlett to contribute something. Unfortunately he is constitutionally incapable of not serving cunt at all times to the exclusion of all else, so Maid Marian thinks of the plot while he stands by looking really hot.

Here he is serving cunt as a monk. Jesus Christ.

HERE he actually does something during the climatic battle! I had forgotten but he does swing his sword around a little bit. He doesn't actually look hot while doing this which explains why he has never done it before.

i saved this screenshot with the caption "the beatles" and i'm not wrong.

here he is doing new things with blood eyeliner. very brat.

SUCH A SERVE THERE IN THE BACKGROUND AND FOR WHAT

in conclusion, Will Scarlett is a hot hot man who is clever (by his own estimation, never proven within the story) and extremely hot (by everyone else's estimation, proven twenty-seven thousand times over). He serves several different looks in the movie, all of them incredible, and is apparently brought along by Robin just for his charming good looks and lack of thoughts because he's certainly not good at anything else. He is the hero to all of us who want to hang out in this movie but not actually work out or hold a weapon, and the bard that every Sherwood story deserves. Vote Will Scarlett, my legend, my icon, my idiot.

@medievalandfantasymelee

[idontcaboose]

Haunted Car Au Part 12

Previous. Masterpost

Danny wasn't completely sure what all of the sound files Duke uploaded into the radio storage. Granted, the fact that there was apparently a 10 Terabyte hard drive just for the radio seemed a bit much, although it was over half full before Duke gave him a metric butt load of sound bytes, so maybe Batman was onto something. Now it was about three-quarters full…. How many files were there?

Either way, whoever named these files are the MvP of this entire situation. Either they were just the name of the saying, or we're named something like ‘exasperated 4’ and they were On Point!

Unfortunately there weren't any defined names other than movie references. Why were there three different versions of the “Hey, Becky, look at her butt” Danny didn't know, but he might use them for reasons.

Duke had left him alone with a disgruntled “Good Luck” after Danny started playing the ‘mood’ files to see exactly what they were. He figured Duke would come back in a few hours to have a “conversation” about his predicament. Until then……

DID THEY SOUND BYTE BATMAN HIMSELF?!?!?!

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[rustedhills]

Disney, releasing Wish: "so it's all about legacy--the new generation surpassing the old, overcoming the evils perpetuated by them, relinquishing singular power... and there's an old man in a tower, uh... animal sidekick, i guess..., ah... magic...?

Miyazaki, just out of frame, sledgehammer raised:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

There is a platonic explanation for all this. Right?

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 111

Y’all know H2O? Where some people get cursed to turn into merfolk whenever they get water on them? That, but replace water with ectoplasm and merfolk with naga. 

No, Bruce has no idea how they managed to get cursed or how he ended up with an armful of baby snake-person creature thing. At least this one isn’t black-hair and blue-eyes so his kids can’t complain at him. And it’s not his fault they all fell into this, this was supposed to be a vacation while Lucious, Alfred, and Gordon kept an eye on things back in Gotham. 

On the bright side, his children want to snuggle up for once, which he supposes is nice. And Damian seems pleased about it judging by his rambles about snakes. So there’s that. 

[iamespecter]

HOLY SHIT I FOUND YOU!! I SAW YOUR FNAF ART LIKE A YEAR AGO ON PINTREST AND I WAS LIKE DAMN THATS PRETTY FUCKING AWSOME BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I COULDN'T FIND THE ARTIST BUT I JUST DID, ITS YOU!!

I have no idea which art of mine you found from pinterest but based on what you're implying I lowkey think it's this screenshot redraw I made for the FNAF movie lmao (which I hope I'm right)

Unfortunately you won't get much FNAF art from me nowadays anon, ever since Ruin disappointed me immensely I've just lost most of the hope I've been clinging onto for the franchise, now I'm just here... reminiscing, watching from the sidelines, and making a once-in-a-blue-moon art for it if I'm feeling extra