#back to our regularly scheduled programed

[ask-modern-patrochilles]

Has max said his first word yet?

Achilles: I was born— and mostly raised— in Greece so Greek is my native language. Patroclus is also Greek on his father’s side, he picked it up when he was younger too. We try to speak both languages at home and Max ends up babbling out a lot of jumbled words that sound like a mix between Greek and English. His first real word was ‘dada’ but he’s already trying to say other things too!

[genericpuff]

ok but honestly like, to expand on my thoughts a little

you can really tell when a romance comic has been written by someone who was absolutely taught growing up that any amount of boy x girl physical contact or romantic connection is a sin

because what the fuck do you MEAN we're over 200 episodes into this shit (FOUR FUCKING SEASONS) and god's little children Sara-Lin and Oliver are still acting like holding hands will get them pragnent

pregant

gregnant

you know, how babby formed

like idk maybe my high school years were just wack af (they were) but literally EVERY high school senior in this comic (i.e. most of the main cast) are written to act like the most airheaded "owo kiss?!!?!?" dipshit on earth

like they're ALL SENIOR STUDENTS

the only exception is Oliver because he's literally in the 10th grade and is younger than everyone else in the cast (including the love interest Sara-Lin who needs to get tutoring from him if she has any chance of graduating which is both lowkey fucked up and hilarious at the same time) but everyone else ??? why are patrick and his new GF rose talking like he's already knocked her up just from giving her the 'ole smoocharoo

rose: "i don't want to be a 1950's housewife!"

also rose: "HOLD ON I DIDN'T SAY I WANTED TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND YET, YOU NEED MY DAD'S APPROVAL FIRST >:000"

patrick meanwhile: "idk about any of that stuff, when are we getting married"

seriously though, remember when i went off about that hotpot episode? that was a year and a half ago, and while the comic has gone on a couple small hiatuses since then, that was Episode 172 and WE'RE UP TO EPISODE 214 NOW

AND THE MAJORITY OF THOSE EPISODES have been spent on the same back-and-forth pining and whining between Sara-Lin, Oliver, and the audience

move over Lore Olympus, we found the new reigning champion of slow burns, as in, this shit is SLOW and i'm BURNT THE FUCK OUT

fastpass spoiler tho:

i unlocked the newest FP episode just to see if it was the same shit and it flashbacked to them kissing from what i can assume was the previous episode so. yeah congrats ingrid, it only took you LIKE FIFTY FUCKING EPISODES (/hyperbole because idk the exact number but it's way too damn many) to finally have these two kiss and now we get to go back to our regularly scheduled pining programming but now it's them freaking out over how they had their first kiss and jfc just. this comic didn't need to be 200+ episodes jesus fucking christ, why is it always the high school dramas/romances that drag themselves endlessly into the abyss

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now let me make it clear, the slow burn would be FINE AND ACCEPTABLE if there was actually PLOT happening.

but there's literally. no fucking plot. no conflict outside of the self-imposed conflict of sara-lin and oliver acting awkward around each other and then yelling at themselves in private for being so awkward

like remember in the amazing spiderman when andrew garfield and emma stone were dating IRL and they tried to use that as a way to improv the Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy romance in the actual movie and it just came out so awkward and cringe because YOU THE VIEWER are not emma stone or andrew garfield and it just feels like you're spectating a conversation you shouldn't be participating in for literally MINUTES AT A TIME

or like in twilight when bella and edward would kiss each other and it was like they were struggling to get away from each other the whole time and it went on so long that you just wanted to crawl out of your fucking skin and escape the room??

yeah now imagine that but dragged out over the course of MONTHS

and you can't fast forward through it

you're just. subjected to every panel of it. and it's boring. and it's exhausting. and it's not worth keeping up with in the slightest 💀

i shit you not, even pining fanfiction written by 13 year olds on AO3 have better pacing and more plot than this

even fucking DRAGON BALL Z didn't drag itself out this bad

i'm an old man yelling at clouds rn because i don't even keep up with the kiss bet anymore so all of this is as self-inflicted as sara-lin's boy problems, but MAN every time i decide to check it out again for old time's sake it's like a punch to the face reminding me that this comic has gone literally nowhere and i have missed nothing and for god's sakes sara-lin please just dump these soggy cardboard cutouts you call boys and focus on your godDAMN STUDIES-

the kiss bet was created by a mormon and zoo wee mama has it been showing for a while now

[artificialhaunts]

Neil is one of my favorite Tumblr holidays! Happy 19th buddy!

[tired-all-the-time22]

What all relationships truly boil down to: who is the heater and who is the clinger

[thejesterconcept]

And they were BROOMmates

And they were roommaaaaates...

OG Ink belongs to comyet!!

[gr0undr10tz]

GET IT BAKUGOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[detectivemiku]

gon's goals during each arc of hxh will always be fun to me. because you have:

Arc 1. Become a hunter like my dad!

Arc 2. Train to be a better hunter!

Arc 3. Reunite with my friends and find my dad's game!

Arc 4. Search for clues on my dad in his game!

Arc 5. I must kill this one enemy. I need to avenge my friend and atone for his death by killing them. I don't care who I need to hurt along the way as long as they are one of them. I don't care if I lose myself in the process as long as they die by my hands.

Arc 6. I found my dad!

[felix-where-he-shouldnt-be]

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[geomimetry]

it done

[episodes-without-incident]

Would it ruin the beef I said we SHOULD appreciate David more? Like, quick, David is following me, fill the comments with compliments about them before they remember we're beefing

One of my favorite David edits is the "horse divorce" intro. The intro is so funny, but it wouldn't be nearly as funny without David's beautiful comedic timing and illustration of what the hosts are saying. The error screen when they restart the intro? Repeating the exact same images as before? Making the logo melt when Nathan misspeaks? It's comedic perfection.

[pretzelgotze]

Belgian GP 2024 - Max and Charles Edition

[inkzectz]

My contribution to buttermind

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part fifteen: creature of habit

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smoking, mentions of smoking as an unhealthy coping mechanism, talks of quitting(?)

fourteen | fifteen | sixteen

The moment she slid into the passenger seat of the now familiar car on Wednesday afternoon, she wrinkled her nose. It wasn’t too obvious—not like she meant to do it—but Lando caught it immediately. Her face didn’t quite scrunch, but her lips pressed together, and she shifted slightly like she was trying to put some distance between herself and the lingering scent in the car.

It had been a bad night. A bad fucking night. Lando had barely slept, the nicotine still sitting thick in his lungs after going through nearly half a pack while trying to cool off. He thought he’d aired the car out enough, but apparently not.

“You smoke?” she asked, her voice light but laced with something he couldn’t quite name.

Lando barely flicked a glance her way before putting the car in drive. “Not really.”

She gave him a look. The kind that made it clear she didn’t buy his bullshit but wasn’t going to press him on it either. “Oh,” she murmured.“It smells like smoke in here.”

Lando barely paused as he shifted gears, glancing at her with a blank expression. “Does it?”

She sniffed again, like she was double-checking, then nodded. The thick scent of tobacco hit the back of her throat with every inhale, forcing her to breathe it in through her nose instead. “Yeah.” 

He played it cool, turning his attention back to the road. “Must’ve been the guy who had it before me.”

She frowned slightly. “You let people borrow your cars?”

Ah, fuck.

“Not usually,” he said smoothly. Lando played dumb, shifting the car into drive. “Why?”

She shot him a look before waving a hand slightly in front of her face. “Because it reeks in here.”

He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly like he was considering it. “Huh. Must’ve been the guy parked next to me then.”

Not that I own my own private three-story garage or anything.

She didn’t look convinced.

He kept his expression neutral, his grip on the steering wheel relaxed. She wasn’t stupid—he knew that. But he also wasn’t about to sit here and talk about why he had needed a cigarette so badly after what had gone down the night before.

She turned to the window, clearly put off by the lingering scent, and he caught the way she subtly pulled at the collar of her sweater, like she wanted to block out the smell completely. She fidgeted with the collar of her shirt before deciding it’d be rude to show her distaste so blatantly, instead opting to fidget with her fingers in her lap. Her fingers curled against her thigh, her shoulders tensed just the tiniest bit.

Interesting.

The next day, he brought a different car.

He didn’t acknowledge it. She didn’t bring it up. But when she got in, there was no wrinkling of her nose, no slight shift of discomfort. Instead, when she noticed the scented dangling tree ornament hanging from the rearview mirror, there was a twinkle in her eye.

This car was swirling with the artificial scent of french vanilla – much warmer and sweeter than the overwhelming haze they’d had to inhale the day prior. Instinctively, she smiled.

Huh, it smells nice in here.

Warm scents always had been her favorite, with her always stopping to smell candles that smell like vanilla or snickerdoodle or s’mores whenever she found herself at the mall. And now, her lips curled in a subconscious display of approval as she sat beside him, before she began to delve into all the details of her day.

It was stupid how much that pleased him.

A week later, his boys started noticing.

“Alright,” Max Fewtrell said, arms crossed, watching Lando fidget with something in his hands. “Enough of this shit. You’re fidgety as fuck, mate. What the fuck is going on with you?” He eyed Lando, watching the way his fingers twitched slightly on the table. “You good?”

“What d’you mean?” Lando muttered, scowling as he flicked an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He exhaled sharply, tapping his fingers against the table. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Twitching. Tapping. Clenching his jaw. Running his hand through his hair. All the fucking things he used to do before he ever picked up a cigarette.

Max Verstappen raised an eyebrow. “You’re miserable.”

“I am not miserable!” Lando snapped, then hesitated, rubbing a hand down his face.

Deep breaths. Get your shit together Norris. For fuck’s sake.

“Okay, maybe a little. But nothin’ more than usual, you muppets.”

Carlos Sainz paused in the middle of their game of pool, watching his boss like the kid was a puzzle missing half its pieces. “Didn’t you just buy a fresh pack the other day?”

Ah, so there’s a brain in there after all.

“Yeah,” Fewtrell agreed, his analytical gaze scanning Lando from head to toe and back again. “And then I saw you throw it in the bin an hour later.”

Can’t you ever mind your own fuckin’ business?

Lando snarled in nor particular direction, twirling the unlit cigerette between his fingers while he stared at it as if it had personally offended him. If he stared at it any harder, the poor thing would likely disintegrate.

Daniel Ricciardo, ever the opportunist, grinned wide and knowing. Mirth danced in those warm brown eyes. “I mean, hey, if you’re quitting, you could just say so.”

Lando let out a sharp breath, leaning against the counter. As soon as he pocketed the stupid cigarette, his fingers twitched like they wanted something to hold. A moment later, he had his lighter out instead, flicking it on and off in repetitive motions. “It’s not quitting.”

Fewtrell narrowed his eyes. “It looks like quitting.”

Daniel snorted. “Bullshit. You’ve been chewing gum like it’s your last meal and looking pissed off for the last three days.”

Fewtrell narrowed his eyes. “You are quitting.” He grinned. “What, you on a sudden health kick? Givin’ up joints for spring rolls?”

Lando sighed through his nose, his jaw tightening slightly. He didn’t even like smoking—never had, not really. It was just something that came with the job, something that filled the space between the cracks.

But now? Now it was annoying him. He found himself thinking about it in a way he never had before.

Max Verstappen lifted a brow, actually looking up from his phone. “Since when do you give a shit about that?”

Lando scowled. “It’s just—” He exhaled through his nose, frustrated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well– Erm, it’s– It’s just not right, y’know?”

Silence.

Carlos exchanged a glance with Fewtrell. Verstappen’s eyes narrowed slightly. Daniel just looked amused, using every once of self control not to burst out laughing in front of everyone. Oh, this was hilarious.

The guys exchanged glances.

Not right? Since when did Lando give a shit about right and wrong?

Carlos raised a brow. “Since when do you care?”

Lando didn’t answer. Instead, he flicked the lighter shut, shoving it into his pocket.

Fewtrell tilted his head. “Not right… how?”

And since when? He wanted to ask. You’ve been smokin’ a pack a week since you were old enough to reach the checkout counter at the corner store, so what’s this bullshit?

Lando pushed off the counter, grabbing his car keys. “Don’t worry about it.”

Daniel grinned. “Ohhh, I see.”

Lando barely looked up from where he was flipping a lighter between his fingers. “Dunno what you’re talking about. Y’don’t see shit,” Lando muttered, flipping him off as he walked out the door.

Daniel’s grin widened. “Whatever you say, boss.”

a/n: if this feels too filler again, i'm sorry. i'm just trying to build their dynamic a bit, but hopefully the upcoming chapters will be more interesting for you guys. thank you for reading!

[dailyhmsw]

loop 101

[daggerbisexual]

Listen. this show? is so funny. “it’s time to face the music, even if it is the hydra theme song” “‘Phil, this is me being honest’ ‘No, John, this is you being a psychopath’” ??? Coulson standing in a dark corner for who knows how long so he could have a dramatic reveal in the pilot???? throwing a file cabinet out a window after saying get ready for a large file transfer???????? anyway phil coulson my beloved u are so funny and i’m sorry no one laughs at ur jokes

[crowaroni]

absolutely insane that the official red bull racing account posted three pictures of just max and charles 💀